The Gift · Bound 2 · Part 3

The Gift · Bound 2 · Part 3 (3/3)
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n go now," Potter said.

Now the girls moved more carefully, supporting each other. Ginny walked a little grimly after a rough night.

Harry went down to the basement and switched on the light. An ordinary room appeared before him. The floor and walls were of gray brick, like the basement of a castle, and the ceiling was supported by walls reinforced with iron. A normal basement, for now.

Harry began to wave his wand, chanting various spells. The floor was cleaner and smoother, and the walls had crevices that showed that there were cavities. The lighting provided by a single lamp was now provided by magic lights along the entire edge of the ceiling. Next, small boxes began to fly out of the package, which began to turn into various equipment for games. Rings and chains of all kinds began to be screwed into the walls. Larger objects, such as machines for torture, sexual and not only, just landed in different places. A couple of cages were also chained to the ceiling.

As soon as Harry had finished setting up the games room, and a possible place for his female slaves to stay for a long time, screams began to come from above. Cursing under his breath, he ran upstairs.

The girls went down to the kitchen and began preparing breakfast for themselves and their host, talking as they went.

"Luna, how could you?" Ginny was angry at her friend as she sliced the greens.

"Who is to blame that your hair fell on the parchment?" said the perplexed Ravenclaw, working on the eggs. "Besides, maybe it's not so bad after all."

"Where’s the good in this?" the redhead screamed, staring at her.

"We're under control, we don't have to worry about anything, we're living with the man we love," Lovegood said, not looking away from her work. What's wrong? Pass the salt, please."

"Doesn't it bother you that we're actually things?" She passed Luna the salt and began slicing the sausage.

"So what? You have to pay for everything," Luna shrugged, tossing everything into the pan and closing it with a lid. Ginny refused to accept her friend's logic. Just as she was about to say more, the front door slammed.

"Happy Birthday, Harry!" Hermione started shouting as she came in. "Ron couldn't make it, that's why…" Then she noticed two naked girls in collared chains and froze. The longer she stared, the bigger her eyes grew, and the anger in them flared.

"WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU?" the brown-haired woman snarled.

"We're his slaves now, aren't we?" Luna said, as if nothing was amiss, placing scrambled eggs on the plates. Ginny was standing behind her, trying to cover herself, blushing furiously.

"He… what… HOW?!" Hermione couldn't find the words.

"With a contract," Ginny said quietly.

"We're going to make him break the damn contract, right now!" Hermione flew up to her friends, knocking over chairs that fell unusually loudly. She grabbed their hands and began to pull them, not knowing where.

"What's going on here?" Harry came up the stairs from the basement.

"HAROLD JAMES POTTER!" the girl shouted, and reached for her wand. "Not at all…"

"Expelliarmus!" Potter disarmed her friend, and before she could recover from the shock, he applied a paralyzing spell. "Petrificus Totalus!"

Hermione sank to the floor, rolling her eyes wildly. Meanwhile, Harry looked around at the mess they had made, and then at his female slaves.

"Tell me," he demanded. The blonde began to explain, but her answers to the questions made his head ache. While Luna was telling her story, he cleared up the mess and sat down.

"What do we do now?" Harry rubbed his forehead, looking down at his friend's limp body.

"Can you erase her memory, Master?" Ginny suggested.

"I've got a better idea," said Harry. He walked over to his friend and pointed his wand at her. "Obliviate, Confundus, Finita!" Hermione got to her feet, staring blankly at nothing. "It’s all right," he said, and quickly grabbed her by the shoulder and apparated her. Before the girls could do anything about it, their host returned. – I took care of it. She doesn't remember what she saw and is sure that she had tea with us on my birthday.

"We are pleased, Master," the girls bowed, but then fell silent under the gaze of their master.

"I'm not finished," Potter said, frowning. "You will be punished."

"For what?" Ginny didn't understand, and the Moon began to glow with satisfaction, making her suspect that she had planned everything.

"For my bad mood. Ginny, you're sending me out to clean up the library. And make sure there's not a speck of dust." The redhead nodded resignedly and lowered her gaze. "Luna, you go to my room to serve your sentence; wait for me there, okay?"

"Yes, Master!" the Ravenclaw replied happily.

"Then go, and I'll eat until then, – the guy settled into a chair and began to eat the miraculously preserved omelette.

"Master, what about us?" Ginny asked, her stomach rumbling.

"Consider it part of the punishment," the guy chewed another piece. "Why are you standing up?" Who are we waiting for? Go ahead!

"Yes, master," came the happy and sad answers from the girls as they headed for the stairs.

"And remember, no magic!"

Ginny went from closet to closet, dusting them off. The shackles on his arms and legs were too heavy. She had to take small steps and reach with both hands to reach the upper shelves. At one point, she hit one of the books and it fell to the floor. The lock on the book's cover came loose from the impact, and the book fell open.

Ginny bent down and picked up the book. It was quite heavy, the cover was jade-colored and reflected the light of the room. The pages, yellow with age, were covered with symbols of an incomprehensible language. The page on which the book was opened was blank, except for an obscure blot of the same jade color as the cover. The Gryffindor turned the book and the broken lock over in her hands, wondering how to fix it. Not for the first time, she complained that her master had taken away her wand. With a heavy sigh, she decided to ask Luna for help later and put The book down on the nearest table. She walked away and continued cleaning.

While the girl was dusting away, the book began to move. The blot on the page began to quiver and swell in various places. It began to grow and gain volume. A few seconds later, she jumped off the book and landed with a soft squish on the floor. Its growth was even faster, and now translucent green tendrils extended from it. They began to reach out to the slave, who was trying to wipe the floor under one of the tables, her butt sticking out. The appendages rushed to the girl's pussy, increasing in length and thickness. When the redhead turned and saw what was happening, it was too late.

In front of her was a pile of jade-colored slime about two meters high, from which translucent tentacles extended. If at first they were thin and numbered three, now they were as thick as a hand, and their number had increased to nine.

They rushed at Ginny, who tried to fight back, but the wand was useless. The tentacles grabbed her knees and elbows and pulled them apart, giving her access to her pussy and mouth. The steel of the shackles began to dissolve as soon as they came into contact with the slime of the tentacles. In the end, all that remained of Ginny was the collar, which the slime hadn't yet reached, and which was much better enchanted. Only then did the shocked girl realize that she needed to call for help. She had already opened her mouth and taken a deep breath when the intruder put a tentacle over her mouth. She clung to it with her teeth, ignoring the nausea.

Foul slime sprayed into her mouth, and her teeth became entangled in the pulsing flesh of the tentacle. The monster didn't hurt, but pushed its tentacle back into her throat, causing her to gasp and grab the gag convulsively. Her teeth were clenched as she struggled for oxygen.

A tentacle clamped her mouth shut from above, a terrible gag that you couldn't get your hands on or pull out of. All attempts of the girl to remove her mouth from the tentacle with her free hands led to the fact that she sucked it like an outlandish member. The slime continued to flow into Ginny's mouth, making her feel sick. She would have spat the stuff out, but the "oral tentacle" was in the way. Therefore, the girl wheezed (when the appendage tried to get into her respiratory tract), mumbled, jerked her head, and a tentacle caressed her throat and climbed into her cheek.

The "vaginal tentacle" was digging into her sex, expanding it to all possible limits and stringing itself around her cervix. The blood was no longer flowing – it had been replaced by slime from the tentacles. The tentacle clogged her vagina so tightly, trying so hard to get deeper, that the red-haired slave literally howled. Sometimes the tentacle would go out, but then it would come back again.

Her bottom was the worst. It was being fucked by the most inflated tentacle. From the terrible pain she was writhing and muffled screamed, her anal was the pain center. The tentacle was already almost touching her intestines, and she thought with horror that soon she would be so pierced through, and these tentacles would take up the entire body. Through the septum of the mucosa, the tentacles rubbed against each other. It was the most terrifying double penetration possible!

The nightmare had been going on for a good half hour, a continuous nightmare of three things – a tentacle between her legs, a tentacle between her buttocks, and a tentacle between her teeth.

Three tentacles were raping the girl, and four more were holding her by her limbs. Then the remaining two tentacles began to move. The tentacles encircled her breasts, almost tenderly, lovingly. And then they squeezed them like a steel band, squeezing and pressing suckers into the tender skin of her tits. These appendages lengthened a little more and approached their ends to the girl's nipples. Ginny watched in horror as they opened and became little mouths. Then the ends of these tendrils encircled the bumps of the nipples, covering the halos, and began to stretch them out.

Now the girl was completely destroyed. She was simultaneously fucked, anally, vaginally and orally, pulling out her nipples and not even giving her a chance to escape.

In this position, the red-haired slave remained for about an hour. At the end, her fading consciousness became aware that the tentacles had expanded and begun to quiver. The terrible one struck her. The tentacles sank into the girl several more times, each time more slowly. The last time they went in as deep as possible, the Gryffindor felt the monster's sticky cum flow into her guts. There was too much of it, and her stomach began to expand rapidly. That was the last straw, and Ginny rolled her eyes and fainted.

Then the monster from the book lowered the unconscious girl to the floor and pulled out the tentacles. As soon as the tentacles left the body, greenish sperm began to flow out of all the holes in a rapid stream. Ginny coughed to clear the last of the seed from her throat, but she didn't regain consciousness. The monster left the girl on the floor and went back to the book. As soon as he was on the pages for a little while, he began to be drawn inwards. In a few seconds, all that was left of the monster was a smudge on the yellowish page and the unconscious girl on the floor.

She was lying on the floor like a broken doll. Her red hair was matted and swampy. The girl's body was completely covered with a small layer of slime, all her holes were wide open, and from them the intruder's semen was leaking out, leaving streaks on the victim's body and floor.

Harry went back to his room and was pleased to see that his order had been obeyed. The blonde was kneeling in the center of the room. Her knees were wide apart, giving her a view of her crotch. The girl's hands were behind her back, crossed at the wrists. The head was tilted down, so that the hair covered the face, so the expression of the face was hidden. The chains of scandals on her wrists and ankles rang softly as she shifted on the hard floor.

"You look good, Luna," the dark-haired man said. The blonde flinched, but didn't look up.

"Thank You, Master.

"Ready to be punished?" – asked the guy, approaching the girl.

"Yes, Master."

"Then get up," Harry said. She stood up quickly, her chains clinking. Harry nodded and took a small box marked with runes from his pocket. He opened the lid and took out a shapeless piece of cloth and tossed it to the girl. The material was translucent with a bluish tinge.

"Put it on," the boy ordered.

Luna didn't understand at first, but then she unrolled the pile. It was a coverall that covered her entire body to her wrists, ankles, and neck. A zipper ran from the neck to the bottom, ending somewhere in the back.

The first problem was the shackles, because of the chain it was impossible to put a leg or arm inside. Harry removed the shackles, promising that they would come back later. The girl slid one leg inside and began to pull the material higher. It was elastic and constantly clung to the skin. After that, the second leg was inserted. As she continued to pull the jumpsuit up higher, Luna noticed that even with the zipper undone, the suit was too tight for her. She was appalled by this, imagining what would happen when the zipper was closed. There was no problem getting my hands in. The final touch was the lightning bolt.

The Ravenclaw began to lower it down, and with every centimeter she felt that the suit was getting more and more tight. The hardest part was getting the zipper down below the chest. The girl had to let all the air out of her lungs to get it through. There were no more such difficulties, but Luna felt that she couldn't take a full breath, and as soon as she took a deeper breath, the material stretched in other places. When the lightning bolt reached her labia, the girl was already sufficiently shackled, so she could not bend further. Then Harry decided to get involved, he grabbed the zipper and pulled it down sharply.

The girl took a deep breath from the feeling of tightness on her pussy and immediately regretted it. The material immediately stretched, rubbing her clitoris and labia. The lightning went on until it was on the other side and stopped just above the anus. Now the girl was locked up to her ankles, wrists, and neck in a tight prison. The material was translucent, so you could see the blonde's nipples, which became hard from friction and stretched the material even more.

The girl tried to move and then let out a groan with the creak of rubber. The material rubbed against her Breasts and perineum with each movement, increasing her arousal. Harry knew about this property of the costume, so he chose it, then he waved his wand, activating another function.

The jumpsuit has not become any less tight, but it will no longer rub the body, except for the clitoris and nipples.

"Master…" prayed to Luna, breathing heavily.

"No, Luna, the punishment isn't over yet. I forbid you to come," Harry grinned, and the Ravenclaw felt that she couldn't come, no matter how much she wanted to.

A rubberized corset was removed from the box. It was matte black, leaving the chest exposed and supporting it. Harry picked it up and put it around her waist. He began to tie the laces, his hands gripping the corset. Luna could feel the air getting thinner with each screed. Finally, when the corset was fully laced, she could no longer breathe fully, even with the friction of the suit.

"Hands behind your back," the dark-haired man ordered his slave.

Luna obeyed and put her hands behind her back. Immediately, she felt a bag cover her hands. He moved higher, forcing her to bring her arms and elbows closer together. It pulled the suit tight across her chest and sent a bolt of electricity through her. The armbinder moved further until it stopped at the forearms. The straps wrapped around the girl's shoulders, fixing a new element of the costume. Now the girl was deprived of her hands and with every movement of the suit began to affect the nipples or clitoris.

If the suit hadn't been sealed, a puddle would have already formed at her feet. However, through the translucent material, the girl's juices could be seen running down her legs.

From the box came a pair of high-heeled sandals with a narrow toe, so that the girl will only rest on her toes. Harry got down on one knee and began to put them on Luna. To keep her from falling, the dark-haired man let her lean on his shoulder. When the shoes were put on, the Ravenclaw felt the pain of being forced to walk only on her fingers.

Harry walked away and began admiring his work. Now his slave was free only from the neck up. He knew it would be awkward for her, but she might cause him problems. So it will be a lesson for her in the future. She bent down and replaced the shackles just above her shoes, shortening the chain first. Now she could only take small steps, which with these shoes would not be easy. Looking at his work, the dark-haired man felt that his pants were getting tight.

"Time to let off some steam, heh – heh," he chuckled.

The Gryffindor man brought Luna to her knees, so that her face was level with his waist. He unbuttoned his fly and released his excited cock. His head was pressed against the slave's parted lips. Harry rubbed it back and forth, smearing the evaculate, and forced it into the blonde's mouth.

"Suck it," the guy ordered, "if I like it, I'll let you come."

This worked and the blonde began to caress the penis with her tongue. She tried to take in as much as she could, stretching out her cheeks. Her head was bobbing back and forth, her tongue caressing the length of Potter's wand, paying particular attention to the head. Harry threw back his head and groaned with pleasure. He closed his hands on the light nape of her neck and drove his cock into the slave's mouth to the very bottom, coming. He released her, letting her pull away. A thread of semen hung from the girl's lips. Harry picked it up with his finger and put it in Luna's mouth.

"Swallow," he ordered. The blonde immediately swallowed, swallowing all the sperm of her owner.

"Well done," Harry praised, looking at the empty mouth, "you can finish." The girl's eyes rolled back, and a spasm passed through her entire body.

While she gasped and rubbed her nipples and clit again, Harry took the last items out of the box and put it in his pocket. He went over and started putting a full latex mask on her head, leaving her eyes and nose exposed. The hair had been spilled through the opening and now fell in a ponytail to her shoulders. On the device itself, there was a spell of silence, so the girl could now only mumble, as if she had a gag. The mask covered the entire head and neck. Harry slid the collar over the base, securing it in place.

"Hmm?" Lovegood tried to say something.

"No, it's not the end yet," Harry said, shaking his head.

Then he set her on her feet, tying the leash to a ring in her collar, and headed for the door, leading the Ravenclaw after him. Her shoes and short chains made it difficult for her to walk fast. With each step, the suit rubbed the girl's private areas, causing her to moan, which because of the mask was only a mumble. At the stairs, Harry would throw her over his shoulder and go down, not forgetting to slap her bottom.

They went down to the basement, and Harry lowered the girl to the floor. When Luna saw what the basement was now, she let out a joyous bellow. She looked from one machine to the other, wondering how her master would punish her. But Harry led her to one of the corners. There was a wooden box with ribs a little over a meter high, and on one side were two holes in the center of the wall. Small rings were mounted on the corners. Luna figured it out and decided that it would barely fit in there. Harry went to it and opened the double lid, allowing his slave to peer inside. The inside of the box was covered with some kind of blue coating. On one side, where the holes were located, there were triangular projections. The straps extended from them, just as they did in other parts of the box.

Harry led Luna over and removed the shackles. Then he picked her up and dropped her into the box. Her feet rested on these triangular projections, and she seemed to be sitting on them. Harry pinned her head to the bottom of the box, and her folded arms made her arch her back as she pulled the suit over her chest. The dark-haired man took a small clip, curved in the middle, and attached it to Lovegood's neck. A few sparks flew and the metal stuck fast to the wood. Now the girl was locked in place.

Her owner continued, grabbing the straps at chest level and fastening them. He did the same with the straps at hip level. Then the dark-haired man folded her leg, placing her hip on one side of the ledge, and her lower leg on the other, taking the belt, he fixed her leg in a bent position. The same thing happened with the other leg. Lovegood was now firmly anchored and awaiting her master's next move. There was already a lot of juice in the groin area, which showed her arousal.

Potter turned the box over on one side so that the holes were on top. Accordingly, the girl was now upside down.

"Mmmm," he said. "no," the blonde protested. "Almost everything," the guy squeezed the breast of his slave.

He reached out and began to unzip the suit, stopping just below her pubis. Her naked flesh popped out of the suit, revealing her hot pink labia. Harry drew out two more objects from his pile enticing charms. They were two dull black rods. One was about twenty centimeters long and three in diameter. The second was slightly shorter but thicker.

"Mmmmm," he said. Luna screamed when she realized what they were for. The holes were located directly above her vagina and anus.

Harry ran them over the blonde's crotch, smearing the grease across the surface. Then he stepped back and closed the lid, plunging the slave into the darkness of the box. He put the wands to the holes and began to dip them into the water. The first, longer one sank into the hole nearest the door, almost immediately hitting an obstacle. A muffled scream came from inside, which grew louder as Harry continued to push. As soon as the base reached the wall, several sparks appeared, and the surfaces merged together. Then the dark-haired man did the same with the other wand, dipping it into the hole farthest from the door. Harry tapped the sealed stoppers a couple of times with his wand, making them vibrate. A high-pitched squeal came from inside.

"Leviosa Wingardium," the boy said, and the box soared up. Only muffled moans could be heard from inside.

Another wave of the wand, and a section of one wall disappears, revealing a small cavity just about the size of the slave box. In the corners were metal pins that went into the rings, locking the box in place.

"Now it's time for the punishment," said Harry.

One more manipulation of the wand and the wall returned into place. There wasn't even a crack left. Now there was nothing to indicate that there were people here.

The Boy Who Lived went to the stairs and turned out the light behind him, leaving the slave girl alone in a place known only to him. He smiled, imagining his future life.

It was a nice birthday, though, was his last thought before he closed the door.

The Gift · Bound 2 · Part 3 (3/3)
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