Enslaved

Still Fighting.

It had been over a week since her humiliation at Potter’s hands, he hadn’t had much chance to demand anything of her lately as he was busy plotting with Weasley and Granger. Pansy was happy about it, she had hardly saw any of them this week they were always out and about. She had expected him to come into her room at numerous times during the night when she heard him muttering to himself and pacing in the room next door, but he never did.

Pansy hummed a light tune under her breath as she did the washing up, she wasn’t using magic today. Sometimes she did things the muggle way because they took longer, her day could be awfully dull and boring when she was in the house alone.

She allowed herself to drift off into her favourite day dream, her standing over Potter with her wand pointed at him and he was cowering in fright from her, she was cursing him for her humiliation and was just getting to the good part where he begged her to stop when she jumped at the feel of something brushing against her buttocks.

“Oh!” She jumped startled, “When did you get back?”

Harry rolled his eyes, “Miss me did you?”

“Like a hole in the head.” She retorted, extremely annoyed he had caught her red handed doing things the muggle way.

“Either way, as you pointed out, I’m back. Do I need to remind you of the new rule about your dress code while your in my presence?”

Pansy sighed inwardly, flicking the bubbles from her hands she undressed quickly, not even bothering to kick her pile of clothes out of the way before she continued with her washing up.

Harry could tell she was angry with him, patches of red stained her cheeks and she was scrubbing rather viciously at the pot in her hand, making her breasts bounce and her ass wobble. Shifting his position so that he could see her face more clearly he trailed his fingers along the bare skin of her ass.

Her facial muscles tightened but other than that she gave no outward sign that he was touching her. Annoyed at her ability to keep her control so well Harry allowed his fingers to move between her butt cheeks. “Your going to have to bend over, Parkinson.”

Pansy complied a scowl gracing her delicate features. Harry watched her as he rubbed over her anus in small circles before inserting his fingers inside her. A look of pain and anger washed over her face and he grinned openly as he adopted a quick rhythm.

“Undo my jeans, Parkinson.” He commanded, still pumping his fingers inside her.

Pansy moved with difficulty but she opened his jeans as he had requested, her eyes widening slightly at the already bulging erection he was sporting.

Removing his fingers he said, “Bend over the table, Parkinson.”

Her fingers curled into fists as realisation dawned on her and she shook her head, “No,” She hissed glaring angrily at him.

Harry scowled, he grabbed a handful of her hair and threw her at the table making her shriek with pain and surprise. “Don’t make this hard, Parkinson.” Harry warned coming up behind her and pinning her down as she whimpered. “I am going to fuck your ass and you are going to let me. I will fuck you, Parkinson but not yet, you have to learn who’s boss. Me, I am in control not you. You will do as I say, when I say.” He told her as he fondled her breast gently, a direct contrast to the menacing tone.

His ministrations to her breast and nipples drew her attention away from his words, “Your going to have to relax, Parkinson.” He told her smoothly as he began to kiss her neck and nibble at her collar bone. “Relax for me, Parkinson.” He whispered his breath hot against her neck.

Harry continued to squeeze and rub at her breasts, rolling her nipples between this thumb and index finger as he pinched them lightly, gratified with her low moans.

Releasing her one breast Harry re-inserted his fingers into her now pulsing rosebud, he groaned in her ear at the feeling around him and he began to move inside her slowly, “Gods, Parkinson!”

Pansy felt herself being to moisten and she wanted him inside her. Her mind else where she unthinkingly pressed her ass back into his crotch, “Oh, Merlin. Potter!”

Pleased with himself Harry pressed her forward a little kissing her bare back softly. “That’s right, Parkinson,” He told her his voice encouraging, “Good girl.” He pinched her nipple as a sign of his appreciation.

“Potter! Oh!” Pansy moaned again pressing her chest further into his hand. “Oh fuck me, Potter!”

Without warning Pansy felt his hard cock pushing between her ass. She cried out in surprise as he entered her, pain shooting through her. “Potter!” She shrieked, unable to contain her pain at having her ass stretch so much to accommodate the length and width of Harry’s now rock hard cock.

Harry groaned, she was so hot and tight against him, her anus now pulsing rapidly around him. But he felt her stiffen, felt her muscles clench and attempt to push him out. Anger coursed through him at her attempt to deny him what was rightfully his.

Pulling out of her he gripped her by the hair and threw her bodily to the floor. She landed on her stomach and scrambled onto her knees in an effort to get away from him. But too late Pansy realised her mistake, Harry was behind her and he shoved her forcefully in the back causing her to fall onto her hands.

“Stay like that.” Harry instructed gripping her hips and pushing himself back inside her. He pulled out almost all the way and pushed back in again. It was hard work for him, she was so tight. Shifting his position on his knees and taking a firmer hold on her hips to allow him to put more force behind his thrusts Harry pushed himself deep inside her.

He pumped away at her building up a nice speed and enjoying the grunts and whimpers that came from her. He also enjoyed the way his forceful hips pushed her whole body forward every now and again as he penetrated deep inside her.

“Parkinson! Oh Gods! Merlin!” Harry yelled as he felt her pulsing around him as he quivered inside her and shot his release deep inside her ass, coating her walls. He thrust himself against her a few more times to help him ride out his orgasm.

Slowly he pulled out of her and sank back onto his heels, he stared entranced at her now reddened rosebud with his white liquid leaking out of her.

Pansy stayed where she was her body shaking slightly. She wanted to move, she was sore all over, but she didn’t want to get Harry angry and have him repeat his actions so she stayed where she was awaiting further instructions.

“I’m going to have a shower.” Harry told her rising to his feet and tucking himself away. When he spotted she had made to move he smirked as he thought of the final blow of humiliation for this particular session. “You can stay exactly where you are though.”

Pansy’s cheeks darkened at this instruction. As if it wasn’t bad enough she had just had Harry Potter fucking her ass, she could feel his semen dribbling down her leg, she was naked on all fours on the kitchen floor and he had just told her she was to stay like this!

Harry grinned to himself as he left the kitchen, he could practically feel the waves of mortification seeping from her. All in all, a well spent afternoon.

He didn’t see the tears spilling from her born of pain, rage and humiliation.