The Pains of Becoming

Finally, the new chapter as always betad by Sajahi!

And it has got SEX! ;) But maybe I should also warn you that this chap. is a bit more nasty again as well…

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Chapter 11

A cutting Edge



“Pet, you are a mess.” His voice easily pulled Kirsty out of her light sleep. She sat up and cringed at the pain of the several glass splinters stuck in her side from the glass that she was lying on.



“Are you hungry, pet?”



She shook her head, she remembered hunger having been there at some point, but now she was far beyond hunger and her stomach felt like it had crumbled up into a tight ball.



“No, thank you.” She said quietly, but regardless of what she said, a plate with toasted bread and marmalade appeared on the floor in front of her. She only looked at it.



“You need to eat something; I don’t want you to become all bony and displeasing to the eye.”



He left her alone again and with the door closing she was back in the dark. She realised she had no idea whether it was day or night. She probably would have been able to tell from the lighting in the bedroom, but she had not paid attention to it. She sighed and tried some of the toast, knowing it was placed right in front of her. With the first bite of the toast, her hunger came back as though the taste of it had re-awoken her appetite. She swallowed as quickly as she could and felt a lot stronger, almost immediately, after she had eaten. As she sat there waiting for something, anything to happen; she briefly considered calling for him, she wanted to be punished so she could go on and show him how she had learned from her mistakes and she wanted to do something that would please him so he would be nice to her. But she didn’t dare to call. Somehow she knew that she was not supposed to. She was to wait patiently for him, wait until he thought it was time.



She tried to doze off again, leaning against the wall, but she couldn’t; she was so tired of sitting there in the dark, the tight collar was starting to cut into her flesh; it felt almost as bad as the many little splinters of glass that pierced her skin painfully here and there. She didn’t care anymore if her punishment was to be another Cruciatus, she just wanted to get it over with and get a chance to make things better. The door eventually opened again and the light from outside temporarily blinded her, she sat blinking her watering eyes as she felt the collar falling away from her neck. She breathed in deeply trying to steady her nerves.



“Come here, pet.” He said calmly, waiting for her in the doorway. As she gazed over the floor towards the door, she could see the broken glass glittering in the warm light. She knew what he would like to see her do now. Instead of standing up she started to crawl towards him on her hands and knees. Whimpering like an injured animal with the feeling of glass cutting and boring into her knees, legs and hands. He stood and calmly watched her with the faintest hint of a smile on his face. She finally crawled to a stop in front of him and knelt there panting, trying to breath through the pain, without sobbing. She waited patiently, without looking up at him. He offered her a hand and she slowly reached out and took it. He gently pulled her up and slowly led her back to the bathroom. He didn’t say a word as he placed her into the middle of the room. She remained quietly where he’d left her and watched him fill a glass with water. He gave it to her. She didn’t hesitate and drank quickly, watching him as he filled another ceramic bowl with hot water into which he mixed a potion from a small vial. He put the bowl next to her on a small stand and another empty one right next to it.





He slowly walked around her and picked up a soft sponge from the sink. He dipped it into the hot water. Then he stepped closely behind her and she felt his left arm coming around her waist and squeezing her tightly. It felt comforting and supporting, but his arm was also putting added pressure on the glass splinters in her side which made her squirm against his hold.



“Shhhh.” He whispered into her ear and ran the sponge over her shoulder down her arm. The water stung in her fresh cuts, she whimpered. He dipped the sponge back into the water and then ran it down her curves where a larger splinter was still stuck in her flesh. He stopped and dropped the sponge in the water. Then he slowly pulled the glass out of her. She squirmed again but he held her firmly in place. And then, just after he had removed the glass from her, he put it back to her skin and applied a little pressure as he trailed it down her hip. He was cutting her. She cried out, squirming heavily in his grip, but he didn’t loosen up.



“Shhhh, my pet.” He whispered softly.



He dropped the shard of glass into the other bowl, next to the water and continued with the sponge. Now and again he freed her from another splinter, every time she tensed slightly expecting to be cut again. But he did not repeat it until he came across a very large piece of broken glass stuck in her thigh. He pulled it out slowly, making her whimper again. She felt his grip around her tighten even more; she sensed that was a bad sign. Slowly, weaving, like a snake his hand with the broken glass slid over her naked body to her front and lower to her thighs. Softly he slipped his hand between her legs and pushed, making her spread her legs a little. She started shaking and squirming in his firm grip, what was he going to do to her? He still held the sharp piece of glass between his fingers as he let his free fingers trail into her private place, softly stroking her there, oh, she would have enjoyed it, but what was he going to do with the glass?





She felt his hot breath right on her ear, he was breathing deeper. Was he getting aroused? She now paid attention to what she felt behind her, she was pressed up against his body, she was too inexperienced to be sure but she thought she felt something hard pressing against her bottom through his trousers. He removed his fingers from her and she felt the flat side of the glass slide down her inner thigh. And then it cut through her skin. She cried out. One cut, another cut, and another. Slowly he continued to cut mercilessly on her inner thigh. She felt blood trailing down her leg. She closed her eyes and gave in to the tears. But she did not fight him and she did not beg him to stop. He was punishing her, she had to let him.





Finally she heard the glass dropping into the bowl; next she felt the hot, moist sponge on her wounds again. Even though it stung terribly she knew the worst part was over, or so she hoped and she tried to calm down her crying. He moved the hot, wet sponge between her legs and stroke her pussy, then he dropped it and only held her tightly in his grip for a while, breathing into her ear. She felt his lips on her neck, his deep, hot breath making her shiver. And now she was sure something was definitely pressing against her from behind. His hand grabbed her crotch possessively and he buried his fingers inside her folds. She shrieked at the sudden intrusion but noticed right away that it was not painful. As his fingers moved in and out of her an overpowering feeling spread inside her and made her knees give away, but he still held her tightly.





She felt her blood rushing through her, and she craved the feeling of his warm hand on her wet pussy. She felt the release of fluids around his fingers and as he kept stroking her inside he spread them and started to slip in and out more easily. She couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. He quickly removed his hand and pushed her face forward against the next wall. She heard him open his trousers and in an instant he was back behind her. He gripped her hips firmly and pulled her back towards him. With one leg he roughly forced her legs further apart. She tensed in fear of the pain she remembered from the last time as she felt his hard cock at her entrance. But it would have never crossed her mind to stop him now. She wanted it, she wanted him to stretch her, to fill her out for good and to fuck her, and she didn’t even care if it hurt. He pushed himself inside her; it was not half as painful as it had been that first time. He was big and the further he pushed in the more she felt that tearing feeling of not being able to adjust to his size quick enough, but his moving inside her was smooth and send pleasures little shocks through her. He pushed harder causing her to moan in bliss. One of his hands squeezed her small breast and pinched her nipple painfully. But she loved the feeling; it made her want to melt.





But then he slowly moved out of her and pulled her by her arm out of the bathroom. He pulled her towards his bed and pushed her down on the mattress. She looked back at him. He quickly removed his shirt and only stared fiercely down at her as he stroked his erect cock.





“Beg.” He hissed. She was so turned on, her heart was hammering in her chest and she opened her legs for him;





“Please… please, Sir, fuck me.”





He moved between her legs and pulled them further apart. Then as he came over her, he buried his huge cock back into her wetness. She let out a moan and grabbed the metal headboard to hold on to. He started fucking her with hard but controlled thrusts. She was in heaven, every thrust sent a blissful shiver through her and she embraced the slight, sweet pain that came with it. Whenever a moan escaped him next to her ear she felt some kind of heavenly triumph, that she was able to cause such feelings inside him. He pulled her hands away from the headboard and pinned her wrists into the mattress as he fucked her harder. She started squirming underneath him, taking pleasure from feeling his heated flesh on hears, his chest crushing her breasts under his weight. As he pounded into her violently she stopped caring if he tore her apart. She was lost in his possession of her. He firmly grabbed her hip and hammered into her, she lost everything around her and cried out the waves of pleasure that washed over her, she thought she was exploding and it was the most overwhelming sensation she had ever felt, she never wanted to come down out of the clouds, for the first time she felt truly alive and light, without any worries, any anger, any fear. She was wrapped in powerful bliss.





She felt him release his seed inside her as he grunted softly into her ear. He lay on top of her catching his breath. She loved feeling his breath on her skin. But to her disappointment he moved off her right away. It was almost painful to feel his hot body leave hers and she felt awfully exposed without it. She sat up and pulled her knees to her chest. She watched him carefully. He did not look at her but took a small vial out of a drawer next to his bed and shoved it under her nose.





“Contraception.” Was all he said. She took the vial and looked at it. She’d love to have his babies, she thought, but she knew it was time to come back out of the clouds. She opened the vial and drowned it quickly. When she had finished it she saw another vial held under her nose.





“Keep it; make sure it doesn’t get infected.”





For a moment she couldn’t understand what he’d meant, then she became more aware of the burning pain on her thigh again. She looked down at it and saw the initials LM cut into the inside of her thigh. First she was taken aback by the sight of the violent, reddened wound but then a smile spread on her face. She liked it. It was a mark of ownership; proof he thought her worthy enough to be claimed by him. Even if it was a secret claiming and only known to the two of them. He saw her spaced out smile as she stared at the wound and let out an annoyed sigh. He finished dressing and sat next to her to take the vial back out of her hand. He took a small cloth from the drawer and soaked it with the potion. She shrieked in pain as he pressed it on one of the cuts. The potion burned into her flesh like a fresh deep cut. She bit her lip and looked into his eyes.





“Make sure it doesn’t get infected,” he repeated looking at her, “also, obviously make sure that nobody else sees it.”





He put the cloth and the vial back into her hands and got up again. She repeated his action and pressed the soaked cloth onto the wound. She kept biting her tongue to keep quiet. She didn’t mind the pain now. It was comforting and kept her attention away from the soreness between her legs that had set in shortly after he had removed himself from her. He threw her robe at her and she put it gratefully around her shoulders. As he turned around to her again he hissed,





“Now get off my bed, you lazy twat.” She jumped at his command and settled down on her knees on the rug before the bed and looked back at him.





“What are we going to do next?” She asked quietly, eager to experience more. He looked back at her as he pulled his sleeve in place and sneered;





“You are going back to Hogwarts, like the good little school girl you are.” Hogwarts? It took her a moment to realise that the weekend must be almost over and she had to go back. He saw the disappointment in her face.





“Don’t pout, my pet, I have a little mission for you.” He walked over to a wardrobe and retrieved a small wooden box from it. He threw it on the floor before her, “You know a boy called Harry Potter?”



She looked up from the box to him, “Of course, everyone knows Harry Potter.”





“I want you to place this box where little Mr. Potter sleeps. You must not open it before you place it there. Just make sure it gets where it’s supposed to be and let nobody see you.”





She hesitated; “That’s impossible, I’m not going to be able to get into Gryffindor Tower, and even if I did, I would never be unnoticed. The portrait…”





“Don’t bore me with details. Find a way.” She picked up the box and got up frowning. “Oh and I have something else for you.”





He threw another package at her. She hesitated, was he actually giving her a present? She opened it, dying with curiosity. As she ripped it open incredibly soft and rich, black velvet shimmered back at her. She pulled it out and held it in front of her. It was a mid-long coat with long sleeves and a hood. But that wasn’t all, underneath the coat there was a pair of black shoes with small heels and a dark green, knee long dress, simple and classy in it’s cut but with a few small, silver applications near the neck and again lower down on the hip. As she looked at it a bit longer with her breath stuck in her throat she realised that they were silver serpents. She only stared at it and touched it again to understand that it was real. She had never gotten anything so beautiful. She wanted to throw herself at him and hug him.



“That’s… it’s so beautiful.” She gasped unable to take her eyes of it.



“It’s nothing.” He said, waving a hand dismissively.





“Thank you so much!” She looked up at him.





“You need to dress appropriately; I can’t look at you anymore in your cheap, teenage rags. Go ahead and put it on.” She stroked over the velvet again. She was about to blurt out that she loved him but she controlled herself. Instead she threw off the satin robe and put on the dress. She hurried in front of the dressing mirror in the corner of the room and closed the small buttons on the side of her neck. Excitedly she hurried to put on the shoes as well. She straightened up and beaming at her reflection. He walked up behind her and softly pulled the dress into place.



“How do I thank you for this?” She asked looking at his reflection in the mirror.





“Behave yourself and do as you’re told and when you’re wearing this, remember that you are part of something bigger than Hogwarts and that you have responsibilities.” She straightened her shoulders in pride.





“I won’t disappoint you, Sir.” He softly squeezed her shoulder and walked away.



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