The Gift · Bound 2 · Part 1 (1/3)
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Ginny glanced at her watch and wondered where her friend was. Standing outside the local Muggle electronics store late at night, she couldn't wait to get it over with. She didn't worry about what the girl was doing late at night alone on the street; Godric's Hollow was a fairly peaceful village.
Today was July 30, which meant Harry's birthday would be tomorrow, and she still couldn't decide what to give him. She knew this was an important moment in their relationship. She had recently moved in with Harry, and they were already talking about spending the rest of their lives together. The dark-haired man had renovated his parents' house in Godric's Hollow and improved it. There were more rooms, a library, a spacious attic, a modern kitchen and a cozy living room. His 21st birthday was not only an important moment in his life, but also the first time they were able to officially celebrate the event as an adult couple.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find anything suitable. She had already thought of everything, starting with a trip to the next Quidditch tournament, but that didn't seem to suit her mood. She was always poor at choosing gifts. She knew that when opening previous gifts, he had put on an enthusiastic face so as not to upset her. But she could see his frustration when he picked up socks or a set of chocolates. On the contrary, whenever he gave her gifts, they always seemed the perfect thing for the moment, gifts that inevitably brought tears to her eyes.
There was a sudden pop, and Luna appeared a few meters away. Ginny rolled her eyes at such nonchalance and thanked Merlin that all the Muggles were long asleep. Lovegood ran up, a little out of breath, but looking very feminine.
"I'm sorry I'm late," she said. "I couldn't leave earlier. The two-horned puffins soon begin their mating season.
Ginny wanted to tell her what she thought about tardiness and the hornbills in particular, but decided not to argue with her friend. After all these years, she was used to the girl's behavior.
"No problem. I appreciate you coming." Ginny looked at the shop window they were now standing in front of.
"Is that what you decided to give him?" Lovegood was smiling, but she could see the concern in her friend's eyes.
"I have no idea," Ginerva said. "I want something special that he'll never forget." I doubt we'll find it here, but I have no idea what else to try.
Ginny and Luna had been friends since childhood. When the relatives were very annoying, they ran away and played in the clearing between the houses. After Hogwarts, each of them has changed a lot. The adolescent angularity was gone, the figures were rounded in the right places and now attracted men's eyes. Luna had pale skin that turned even whiter in bright light. Her long blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail, framing a pretty face with neat lips, a straight nose, and gray eyes. The famous radish earrings are worn in the ears. The girl was wearing faded jeans and a sweatshirt with various little things like badges that emphasized her firm Breasts, aspen waist, and rounded hips.
On the head was a bandana. Ginny had also changed a lot. There were fewer freckles on her face, and her swampy eyes were sharper. The girl's figure was as good as her friend's. She was wearing a skirt, a green t-shirt, and a vest over it.
"You're making it too difficult," the blonde woman said. "What do all the guys want?"
"Well, sex, I guess," the redhead said uncertainly.
"Does Harry like sex too? Much?" Lovegood asked.
"Yes. Maybe he's more hesitant about certain things, but it all comes down to sex." Ginerva always confided everything to her friend. She even told me about the time Harry started teasing her with ideas of wearing tight latex outfits or threatening to give her a good spanking. Slowly, Potter revealed a dark side that often surprised and shocked Ginny. But Luna was never shocked. Instead, she encouraged her friend to experiment, knowing that his fantasies were the best way to reach a guy's heart.
"There's no better way to a man's heart than through his pants," the blonde said stolidly. Ginny nodded at her friend's comment "Well. Then what do you suggest?"
Luna thought for a moment, "Well… if he had his last fantasy, what do you think it would be?"
Ginny was embarrassed by the thought. But she knew her friend well enough not to be surprised by such questions. "I think he'd like me to be his sex slave for the night."
Luna smiled as she looked down at Ginny's body.
"You'd make a good little slave, wouldn't you?" Lovegood said this with such an interested intonation that Weasley felt uncomfortable. "Okay, if you're serious about this, then you have to trust me completely, okay?"
"I really don't know what else to do," said the younger Weasley. "I'm ready."
"All right," said Luna, taking her friend's hand, and there was a double pop of apparation. The street was completely deserted, lit only by a pair of street lamps.
Ginny was waiting nervously in Harry's living room. She straightened her dress and glanced at her watch, wondering why Luna was so late. Harry was sent to Ron and Hermione, who agreed to help, leaving the girls at home to prepare for his "big surprise". They arranged to meet at his house by 3:00 p.m., and Ginny arrived on time, entering the house with her key. Luna, on the other hand, had borrowed Harry's key, so the redhead was expecting to see her friend here. Instead, the house seemed empty. She sat down in the living room, trying to distract herself with the radio. Harry's parents ' old house, renovated a couple of years ago, seemed to loom over her. She'd always felt a little uncomfortable in the house, but she knew she had to start calling it home.
She almost jumped when she heard footsteps upstairs. Turning to see who it was, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Luna. She loped along with a measured wave of her wand. A medium-sized box followed her through the air. When the girl stopped, the box also hovered, rattling its contents.
"You scared the hell out of me," Ginny said, putting her hand to her chest.
"I'm sorry. I came early to get some things ready for your big night," Lovegood said with a happy smile, "are you ready?"
"I think so," she murmured.
"OK, then let's start with this," the blonde opened a drawer and began to take out a collection of strange objects. There were a lot of things that the redhead had seen in a Muggle sex shop, but these items were clearly enchanted. When it was all on the table, a roll of parchment landed on top of the pile. Luna turned to her friend and said," I'm sorry. Undress."
Ginny – terribly shy – began to take off her dress, exposing her young body and recently shaved pussy. "Yes, but it's very strange."
Luna looked at her and smiled. "You look perfect."
Ginny walked over to her friend, feeling very uncomfortable. Lovegood reached out and took a roll of parchment. She unfolded it and held it out to her friend. "That's the main bait for Harry," said Luna, "with this, your game will become even more memorable.
The redhead took the proffered parchment and began to read. The further she read, the more shock appeared in her eyes.
"The moon! Stop it!" she shouted, flinging the parchment aside. "What's this? That's not what I meant! I will become nothing more than a thing!" Ginny continued to sputter, pacing the room. Her nakedness didn't bother her at all.
Lovegood looked at her friend and waited for her to calm down. As Weasley took a deep breath for another tirade, she said: "Calm down, have you even finished reading it?"
"What's there to finish reading?" the redhead screamed, "it's not a game anymore!"
"Gryffindor," said Lovegood, and began to explain, "to conclude such a contract, you need an oath, a cast of the future slave's aura and blood/hair, and the master's signature. For the cast of the aura there is a small crystal, it will be colored in the color of your aura. Take the oath in front of Harry. This will be another part of the game. You don't have to add any blood or hair. It won't bring any visual effects."
"I don't get it."
"Just don't add your hair or blood, then you won't become a slave," the Ravenclaw explained curtly.
"I see now," Ginny said, and let out a sigh of relief. "I thought you really wanted to make me a slave, heh-heh."
"If that's what you want…?" the blonde drawled.
"No, I said."
Ginny waved her hands and walked away from her friend. She waved the wand over her head, and a haze came out, constantly changing color from red to brown. The Gryffindor woman pointed her wand at the scroll, and mist jumped from it to the crystal, turning it a dark red. Then nothing happened and the girl calmed down completely.
"Will there be nothing in the oath, too?" the redhead asked.
"Nothing will happen," her friend assured her. "Now we must put away your clothes, for the slave has no use for them."
Then she gathered up Ginny's clothes and headed out of the room. The Ravenclaw waved her hand over the contract as she passed the table on which the parchment lay open. A single red hair fell on the piece of parchment and dissolved on it. The redhead didn't notice, but continued to make plans for the evening. When Lovegood returned to her room, she began preparing for the evening.
"Turn around and lift your hair," said Luna.
As Weasley held her hair high, she felt her friend place a wide collar around her neck. The ribbon fit snugly to her body, then a click told her that the lock was holding it in place. She touched the strange piece of skin on her neck, feeling the cold steel ring dangling down the front. She felt a strange tingling sensation between her legs as she responded to it. She was getting excited! Ginny knew she was interested in such games. Although her shy nature was often shown to be sanctimonious, she found herself daring Harry from time to time to order him to tie her hands. They rarely did, but she knew that he was always more aroused than she was. And she had to admit that she liked it.
"Hands behind your back, palms together," the blonde instructed.
Ginny squeezed her wrists, knowing what would happen next. The cool leather strap slid around her wrists and pulled so that she couldn't part them. Soon she felt another strap on her elbows, and her friend began to pull them together. She was flexible enough to handle this form of restraint, but the feeling of her chest being pushed out and her shoulders pulled back made her even more vulnerable. Luna finished tying her hands and turned the girl to face the mirror in the corner. Standing behind Ginny and holding her by the shoulders, Luna felt a sense of satisfaction in her heart as she stared at her bound friend. She couldn't resist running her fingers over her chest, feeling it grow under her fingers.
"I want to keep you," she whispered in her friend's ear.
Lovegood felt a shiver run through the younger Weasley’s body, despite the warmth of the room. Her hands caressed Ginny's firm breasts, then her flat stomach. Ginny was even more wet, not just from her friend's touch, but from the sight of her own helplessness. Instead of the collar or soft rope Harry had used on her in the past, the thick leather around her neck and the wide straps that held her hands behind her back made her look like the dark fantasies she'd dreamed of. She was both terrified and excited by the scene before her.
"Let me finish and we'll go upstairs," said Luna.
She waved her wand, and another object flew out of the pile. Ginny looked at the strange object that the blonde had brought to her lips. The big blue rubber ball looked too big to fit in her young mouth. But she agreed to follow the plan and reluctantly opened her mouth. Luna nudged him by the teeth, pushing the gag deep into his mouth. Ginny nearly choked on the sheer size of it as the rubber filled her mouth, but she didn't have time to complain. The leather strap was quickly fastened, and Lovegood yanked it again to shove it deeper into her friend's mouth, eliciting a muffled sob. She stroked her hair to calm her, and looked into her eyes.
"Do you want to do shoes, too?" the redhead thought of her ballet shoes, which they sometimes used in games. She knew that they made her long legs look even sexier, but she also knew that walking on them hurt a lot. But she was determined to go all the way, and she didn't want to stop. She nodded.
"Good girl," Lovegood said, waving her wand again.
The menacing shoes made Ginny's heart skip a beat, but she allowed her friend to sit on the footstool and lace up her shoes. Finally, she was hauled to her feet. She wanted to scream immediately as her toes pressed into the edge of her shoes and her calves tightened. Now she towered over her friend, but she was in her power. Luna smiled again, then slipped her finger into the redhead's ring and led her up the stairs.
Ginny was getting nervous. She seemed to have been waiting here for hours. She tried to move, but the straps allowed her to move a little farther. Luna led her into Harry's bedroom, and Ginny froze in surprise when she saw the door. The room, which was already covered in dark wood and had a large wrought-iron bed, was complete with a collection of equipment and furniture that made the room look like a dungeon. Chains hung from the frame of the bed, metal cuffs connected to the end, and hard-looking whips lay around it. Luna led her friend to the middle of the open space at the foot of the bed and put her on her knees.
A heavy chain ran from an ancient-looking ring set in the floor to the collar. The weight of the metal seemed to pull her body to the floor, but she struggled to stay on her feet. Ginny could feel Luna attaching a spacer between her knees and ankles, forcing her to expose her newly shaved pussy.
The blonde kissed her friend on the head and said: "I'm going to make up a story for you that will make his blood boil." Just play along, okay? Ginny had no choice but to nod and watch her friend leave the room.
She spent some time trying to figure out how Luna had changed the room. But the lighting was selective, obscuring everything else, making it difficult to see clearly. All she could see was a glimmer of light reflecting off the cold steel.
Despite the heavy chain pulling her neck to the floor, Ginny was forced to remain upright, the straps holding her arms behind her back forcing her to sit straight. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she saw the mirror and her own dim reflection. She had seen what it would look like in Harry's eyes. Now she was truly a slave, completely bound and motionless. Her pussy was wet, and she wanted to touch herself, or at least close her legs. But the spacers on her knees kept her legs spread wide and precluded any possibility of self-gratification.
She was startled by the sound of voices outside. She was expecting to see Harry, but she could also hear Luna's voice. She was surprised, but not too surprised, thinking that Harry would make her stay until he discovered her surprise. The voices grew louder, until she heard Lovegood's voice outside the door.
"I know you've been fantasizing about it, Harry," she heard the blonde say. "This is your chance. Ginny is now your sex slave, and she asked me to help you train her," Ginny was shocked to hear this. She had never wanted Luna to be a part of this. She wanted Harry to find her, they'd had a hot night of love, and that was that. Now her best friend was turning it into something else. She suddenly remembered what her friend had said. It was part of a fantasy. Well, one of her fantasies involved Luna dominating her, so maybe that would make it a reality.
"So what do you get out of it?" Harry was standing outside the door and paused before entering.
"I think you and I could make a great team. Ginny will need a lot of training. Although she was sure that she wanted to be your slave, I think there is more to come than she thought."
"How far can we take her?" he asked.
"To the very end," was Lovegood's laconic reply. "If you don't need it again after a while, we can sell it and make some money." Ginny was shocked to hear this, but she knew it had to be part of the script.
Finally the door opened and Harry came in. He must have stopped at the door, studying the changes in his room, until his eyes fell on the bound girl. Ginny bowed her head obediently, remembering some book about not looking her master in the eye. She watched his shoes approach, then his hand came down and lifted her chin. She could see the passion in his eyes, and at that moment she was determined to fulfill her fantasy, if only to make this the best gift he'd ever received. She knew she looked amazing, her long red hair cascading behind a padlocked collar to her tightly bound hands. He lifted her chin until the heavy chain stopped her head.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" she met his eyes and nodded. "Do you want to be my slave?" she nodded again. "Will you do as I say?" another nod. "Will you belong to me?" – nod. She saw him smile and let go of her chin.
The red-haired woman turned to look at Luna gratefully, and was shocked at what her friend looked like. Instead of jeans and a blouse decorated with various small items, she was dressed completely differently. Ginny almost didn't recognize her. Luna stood tall in six-inch patent-heeled boots and long rubber leggings that glinted in the light. A short latex thong was hidden under a rubber garter. Her long arms were also covered with rubber gloves that reached almost to her shoulders. Her firm breasts were bare, supported by a rubber bra, making them stand out. She was a beautiful sight, but a surprise to her friend. Luna finally lowered her eyes, and her dreamy smile made Ginny shiver.
Lovegood went to the table with that pile of things and picked up the same piece of parchment and came back and handed it to Harry. He unfolded it and examined it. As he read, his eyes grew more and more surprised.
"Is that what I think it is?" the dark man asked in a hoarse voice, turning to the blonde. Ginny wondered what it was, but the chain made it impossible for her to look at the parchment.
"Yes, it is what you're thinking, a full-fledged slave contract," Lovegood said lightly. "It's almost full now. Missing only your signature and Ginny's vow," the blonde imperceptibly winked at her friend asking her to play along.
"First I'd like to know her firmness of purpose," Harry said, and grinned," first we'll fuck her hard, and if she doesn't change her mind, I'll sign the contract."
The boy and girl moved away from Ginny, leaving her on the floor. Luna undressed her friend's boyfriend, then knelt down and licked his cock. Ginny was too shocked to look away. Finally, Harry lifted Lovegood off his lap and pushed her onto the bed. He plunged his cock into her pussy and began to move in it. Ginny couldn't believe it. Instead of a gift for her boyfriend, the night was fast turning into her personal nightmare. She could only watch as her best friend was being fucked by her boyfriend, in whose place she hoped to be by now. Tears ran down her cheeks.
They lifted her off the floor and laid her on her back. Harry lifted her ankle to keep her on the bed and nodded at the blonde. She watched as Luna pulled the gag out of her mouth. Her jaw ached so much that at first she couldn't speak. This gave the blonde time to take off her Thong and position her pussy on the redhead's face. Without thinking, she literally sat down on her friend's face. The redhead tried to scream, but the sharp slap of the belt against her bare pussy stopped her. Luna selected a rubber strap and began cheering the girl on.
"Lick my pussy, slave," Lovegood commanded, and lowered herself down again.
The sensation of rubber hitting the clitoris pushed the tongue out of Ginny's mouth, bumping into the blonde's wet and freshly shaved pussy. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew she couldn't stand the pain between her legs. She started sucking fast.
"She's responding well, Harry," the Quibbler's editor cooed as a flush of excitement crossed her face. "Have you ever fucked her in the ass?" Ginny froze at the question, prompting another sharp slap to her pussy.
"No, she never let me," the dark-haired man said.
"Well, what she wants is no longer a problem," said Luna. Harry nodded and brought Ginny's ankles up higher. She felt pressure on her virgin ass, then a sudden jolt and sharp pain as the guy entered her ass. She tried to scream, but Lovegood only sat down harder on her face and added another belt slap to the increasingly red area between her legs. The redhead, tears already streaming from her eyes, redoubled her efforts on the pussy squeezed into her face, trying to ignore the hard penetration in her ass.
Harry pulled out a member, when Luna reached her orgasm, then lifted Ginny off the bed and began to wear her on your feet shoes with a high heel and narrow toe. She was weak not only because of her position, but also because of severe stress. She didn't notice anything, since her ankles were attached to rings on the floor, and a chain was attached to her bound wrists. Without warning, the chain lifted, causing her to bend at the waist. Her hands were held up until her wrists were pointing at the ceiling, causing a great pain in her shoulders.
Ginny barely noticed as Luna pulled her hair back into a ponytail, laced it up with an extra piece of leather, and then attached the strap to her elbow bondage, forcing the redhead to tilt her head back until her face was facing forward, then tied the strap. While Harry went to get the contract, the blonde leaned over and whispered something to her friend.
'I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Ginny,' said Luna. "I liked Harry for a long time, so I decided to help you out. I'll understand if you stop talking to me later," the girl lowered her gaze, taking such a look that the red-haired woman felt sorry for her.
"Luna, this isn't what I wanted," she croaked, unable to say more. Her head was starting to ache from having her hair pulled back, and her toes were starting to throb from the tight shoes. She was tired of the ordeal and hoped it would end soon.
"I know, but Harry is so happy," said Luna, touching her cheek. "I'm sorry I interfered, but this is definitely the best gift you've ever given him. Don't ruin it by not playing along," Ginny had to admit that she'd never seen her boyfriend so turned on. She'd experienced similar fantasies in the past, so she had to admit that she was excited, too. But she couldn't imagine the pain and humiliation.
"I'll play along, Luna," she whispered, "I trust you." Luna smiled and walked away when Harry returned. In one hand he held a roll of parchment, and in the other a quill dipped in ink.
The Gift · Bound 2 · Part 1 (1/3)
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