Dazzle

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Recap:
“I am going to fill you with me. I am going to fuck you until I‘m done, and I will be with you always. Feel me Ginny?”

He grunted loudly and she felt him. An intense heat poured into her, burning her insides.

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She felt it fill her stomach, making her ill.

"Ahh."

He stayed inside of her as he kissed her hard on the lips.

"Remember Ginny. I will hurt you again and again until you give yourself to me. I will haunt you every night, taking you again and again until I have you permanently. You will be mine."

Dean laughed as she sobbed.

“What do you say we try a little experiment.”

“No.” she cried in a barely discernable voice. Her head hurt. Her body hurt. The pains were so bad now that she wasn’t sure she could survive anything else. She wasn’t even sure she could survive this. “No, please.” she cried on.

Her eyes were closed but she could still picture his smiling face as he looked at her. He wiped stray hair from her face and leaned in to kiss her. “You will like this Ginny. And afterward, I will give you a gift. I know you have always wanted to do it.”

“No, no please.”

Dean grabbed her left breast and gave it a tight squeeze before twisting it. Ginny felt sparks of pain shoot through her body. "You will do this and you will like it, or you won't get your gift. Agree Ginny. Now" he ordered.

Ginny nodded and Dean released the hold he had on her. His hands began to roam her body. They were like a soft caress now, soothing the pain he'd inflicted.

Dean inched his hands up her thighs and hauled her hips to grind into his pelvis. He groaned. "You will like this Ginny. You will have to be ready for our future games and this will prepare you. You can't stay virgin small forever. Caressing her hip, Dean's final resting place was her private place. Ginny was in so much pain from his assault on her, that she didn't realize what he meant to do until he started.

He pressed her opening with his blunt, stubby fingers, then, slid two in at a time. Ginny screamed. She was so raw and hurting. This new stretch was too much. "Shut up." Dean growled, thrusting those fingers in as far as they could go. He slowly slid them until they were almost out, before doing it again. Ginny knew what he was planning to do. There was no way she was just going to lay there and let him do it without a fight.

She began to struggle. She bucked her hips in the opposite direction, thrust her knees up when she could, even bit Dean's ear when he got close enough. Then he got mad.

"Damn you!' he shouted. Dean backhanded her straight across the right cheek bone. Then he decided that he had been gentile enough with his little whore. He shoved three fingers all the way into her as hard as he could. Not only did the sweet sound of her scream make him horny as hell, but it also made him want her to fo it again. After thrusting with three fingers four more times, Dean widened her hole with both hands and started all five fingers. Blood gushed from the opening. Blood, and his cum. Coating himself in the juices, he used his hand to wipe them up, then shoved that hand into Ginny's mouth, just as he forced his other hand all the way inside her twat.

The feel of power and control made him want her so much.

She screamed around his hand, throat convulsing on the combination of semen and blood. His fist didn't have much room to pump, with her body being so tight. But he was able to ease his hand open inside her body and touch her core. All she needed was a dildo in her ass and the scene would have been perfect.

Ginny had stopped fighting him a while ago. When he finally managed to focus on her instead of his own pleasure, he realized she was almost passed out. He needed her awake for the next installment of tonight's game.

Dean took himself from her body and stood at her side, wondering how he should revive her.

Suddenly the air around Ginny felt lighter. The great weight was gone. She was scared. Ginny saw spots.

She was in a pleasant place. The air was cool, the sun was shining. The flowers were soft and light. She felt this stinging in her gut. Ginny sat down in the tall grass as the pain came again. The hurt was more painful. Her face stung. When she looked around again, she was no longer surrounded by sunshine.

Dean kicked her stomach and Ginny groaned. She opened her eyes as wide as she could to show him that she was paying attention to him. Dean hated it when she 'spaced out' during one of his very important lessons.

"That's right my pet." he crooned, 'come back to me. You were such a good girl tonight Ginny. I think it is time you received that gift I promised you." He walked over to Ron. Ginny had forgotten her brother was even there. She suddenly felt so ashamed and embarrassed that he had to watch Dean's cruelty. Ginny wanted to follow Dean with her eyes to see what he was up to, but she knew that her watching him would probably thrill him. Knowing she was watching would probably make him be more cruel to her.

She waited for what seemed like forever. When Dean moved out of her direct line of vision, she thought he might have left them there. She might starve to death now. Starve as she deserved to starve. She was a filthy person.

Then her wrists restraints slacked and she was freed. Dean grabbed her arm and dragged her up until she was standing. “Look at me.” he demanded. But she was scared to.

“Look at me you bitch.” he yanked at her hair and held her up by a chunk of it. She was too weak to stand on her own.

She did open her eyes though.

“Very good Ginny. Very good. Now you know, in all the time we were together, I picked up on things about you.'

She nodded the best she could and that seemed to please him.

“Well,” he drawled. “I noticed the love you have for your brother. And because you were so good to me, I want to be good to you too. So I’m giving you what you want.”

Ginny looked at her brother. He was still tied to that tree. But his pants were off. “No.” she said as Dean started to drag her over to Ron. “No please Dean. I’ll do anything.” she cried seeing the anger and pain in her brother’s eyes. Seeing the cloth tied over his mouth and the cut above his eyebrow. “Please don’t make me do this.”

“Too late. You should have done it sooner and gotten it over with. It was bound to happen. Get down on your knees.”

“I cant.”

“Now or I will cut him again.”

She sank to her knees. She landed in dirt.

“Now grab him. Do it or I’ll cut you next!”

Ginny reached for her brother and clasped his limp member in her hand, crying the whole time. Ron looked away and then closed his eyes.

“Straddle him and show him the good time you showed me.”

She spread her thighs as wide as she could without passing out again, and sat on her brother's thighs. One of hers on either side of both of his. She couldn’t do this. It was wrong. It was so wrong on so many levels. It was a two way death sentence. If she didn’t, Dean could kill him. Or hurt him badly. If she did, then she would be killing him.

“Ron?” she gasped on another sob. He didn’t look at her. “Ron please help me.” There was no doubt in her mind that he heard her. But he didn’t respond. “Please.”

“Now Ginny. Now or you will regret it.” Dean ordered. Ginny looked at him. She would regret it. The look on his face told her that much.

Hoping for her own death, she sank down on her brother.

"Ron?" Ginny sobbed. "Please Ron. Please look at me."

She didn't know what to do. Ginny sat upon her brother with him fully adjusted inside her body. The shame of it all was very unnerving. And still her brother wouldn't look to her. It was as though he felt that he had failed them both.

"Very good Ginny." Dean whispered for her benefit alone. He himself stood directly in front of her, in between the two of them. "I now have another part to my experiment I would like to test. Ginny sweet, I want you to stick that sweet little tongue of your as far up my ass as it can go, while I convince Ron that it would benefit him to be nice to my other end."

Dean turned his back to her and Ginny had a view of his pale backside. She wanted to take her nails and scratch the hell out of his skin until he couldn't sit for a whole month. But Dean was still the one with the knife and wand. If she could only get her hands on it.

"Gin-ny." Dean sang, bringing her back to reality. "I can't feel you."

Ginny could feel the need to gag rising inside her. Her panic was increasing with every moment that she couldn't see the look on her brother's face. Dean blocked all site of Ron. She heard Dean moan. He was thrusting his hips forward and with every controlled thrust he gasped out his final warning to her.

Ginny got the warning at the site of the blood Dean wiped on the side of his leg. Ron's blood.

She grabbed a hold of Dean's hips as he thrust and forced herself forward. She forced herself to spread him and then jam her tongue into him as far as was physically possible. Through it all, she found that she was able to lift herself enough so that her brother's still limp member slid out of her body.

"Oh Merlin!" Dean gasped. The force of his thrusts made it hard for Ginny to hold onto him. But she knew she would regret not doing so.

Dean's orgasm shook his whole body. Ginny felt faint. She ached so much that she just wanted to die. And as Dean moved to sit on the earth next to them, Ginny noticed that her brother 'looked' about dead. His face was more pale than usual, his mouth full of Dean's release, his eyes stared blankly back at her, and his forehead had an even bigger gash on it that gushed blood.

Suddenly, Ginny had had all she could take. She'd felt woozy at the start of all this, but her body had finally had enough. She fainted on top her brother's naked body.

When Ginny came to, Dean was long gone. Ron was fast asleep still tied to the tree, and she still lay across his naked torso.

"Ron?" Ginny whispered, her voice hoarse. "Ronald please wake up."

Ginny felt herself sigh in relief as her brother stirred.

"Please Ron wake up. I need you."

Ron opened his eyes and stared at her. She didn't realize, that this would be the last time Ron looked at her with any kind of innocent brotherly love. She didn't realize, that his love for her had grown numb the moment he remembered everything. But that didn't matter much to Ginny at that moment. The only thing that mattered to her in the entire world, was getting her brother and herself to safety. She didn't notice her brother cringe from her touch as she worked at untying him. She didn't notice her brother try to push away from her as he was freed.

But she did notice when he left her there by the tree.

She did notice, when she was bruised, broken, and stranded outside.

"Ro-on!" she cried out, unable to move through the pain. "Please...." she sobbed.

Ron didn't come back for her until the morning. And he wouldn't even look at her when he did.
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