Ties in the Soul

Author's Note 1: Warnings for caning, breathplay, hard anal, severe abuse and exposed knickers.

Uhm, yes, this is relatively extreme. I await verdicts with bated breath.


Chapter 7


He rammed it home. The head collided with the back of Ginny's throat and a gag spasmed up her oesophagus. Tears filled her eyes as his cock slid out, only to pound back in. Choking desperately, she took a third blow and then collapsed onto all fours as he slid out and stepped away.

Once more, he went to the hold-all, this time returning with a larger flogger. He placed it down and reached behind Ginny to undo the scarf that tied her hands behind her back. He then rebound them, this time in front of her.

She looked up at him, ready for more orders. He was still clothed: it seemed unfair, but it was not as if she had any choice in the matter.

'Oh, but I love you as a whore,' he said. 'You give me so much more satisfaction.'

She said nothing: even though the barb bit into her.

'I want you to blow me again. Put something into it.'

The flogger was back in his hands.

Struggling slightly because of the binding on her wrists, Ginny reached up to cradle his balls with her fingertips. Then she lent in and ran her tongue over the head of his dick. She kissed it and took it insider her mouth, sucking eagerly. She created a rhythm, one she knew he liked.

He groaned. One of his hands threaded through her hair. She felt the connection she longed to rebuild with him, flowing from his cock and into her lips.

And then the flogger fell. The lash eclipsed every blow she'd felt so far and Harry punctuated it by thrusting hard into her mouth. Again, she coughed and sputtered, but this time he didn't press.

'Keep sucking,' he said. 'Make me feel your submission.'

She did. She continued to put everything she had into maintaining suction as she pulled her head forward and back. Another strike dug deep in the skin of her back. Desperately she repressed a scream as he thrust into her. It took all her will to continue as his submissive slut, resisting the urge to bite down against the pain.

'Come on, bitch,' he said. 'I want to come.'

The pain set a red mist behind her eyes. She sensed her vision narrow. Her mind narrowed, too. I will serve, whispered the only voice left in her head. I will obey. And everything Ginny Weasley was became about the cock in her mouth and the man she was submitting to.

She switched technique, running her tongue along the underside of him, as his length ran between her lips. He struck again and again with the flogger, and Ginny dimly expected to feel blood flowing from her skin.

'I'm close,' he said.

And that seemed to be a signal. He gripped her head on both sides and thrust forward in a vicious sequence of repeated attacks. Air became a distant dream to Ginny: her only focus was on forcing back the bile that threatened to flood her mouth.

He came with a snarl, emptying himself down her throat. She battled to swallow everything he gave her, as her mind reeled. He pulled out to smear the last dregs of his orgasm over her lips.

She took great gasps of air, staring up at him.

'Stand up and bend over the table.'

It felt like the world was on autopilot around her. The table was suddenly under her chest, her body folded over it. The whisper of incantations filled the air. Her hands were removed from the scarf and manacles grew out of the wooden kitchen table, locking down her wrists so that her arms were bent in right angles at her elbow. The chill of cold metal told her that manacles had appeared around her ankles, too, pulling them wider and wider.

Her knickers were vanished so that she was totally exposed.

She twisted her head and was just able to make out Harry stood over her, holding a long, thin sliver of wood.

'This is a cane,' he said. 'I found a wonderful Muggle shop, with the loveliest, most helpful shop assistant. She recommended it. Never used one, but it seems quite simple...'

A hiss of motion was the only warning.

CRACK.

The fire landed as a single line on her arse, but spread quickly, sweeping up through her blood. It numbed her body with the shock of it: she couldn't even force her lungs to scream.

Another swish, another CRACK.

'Arghhh!' This time the scream tore freely from her mouth.

Ginny hissed oxygen through her lips in fast pants. It was clear Harry was swinging with all the strength he had.

CRACK.

She writhed desperately against the bonds. 'How many are you –'

CRACK – it landed harder than ever.

'Harry!' she shouted. Hysteria gripped a hold of her and she struggled like a child.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK.

Without space between the blows, the fire built and overwhelmed her. Everything was red. She didn't know why she was here or who she was or anything but the futile desire to make it stop.

'Please!' she screamed. 'Harry!' she begged.

'How could you!' he shouted. 'How could you bring him back!'

'I'm sorry. I –'

CRACK.

'Arghhh! Harry, I... I...''

CRACK, CRACK.

'Stop! I'm sorry. Please, please, st –'

CRACK.

CRACK.

Totally adrift, she heard herself scream, heard the backward swish as he readied himself for yet another blow and –

The whole room shuddered.

She heard a new voice.

'That's enough, Harry.'


***


He'd lost it. He'd stepped over the edge and he knew it. But he could not stop. Ginny's cute, gorgeously toned arse lay in front of him, red stripes lying across the white skin. The sight inflamed his rage.

Again and again, he brought the cane crashing down, enjoying her thrashing and her screams. She'd brought this on herself. She'd betrayed him; she'd made him see what he was inside. She hadn't brought Riddle out of a Boggart... she'd brought Riddle out in him.

It was all her fault and he would make her sobbing body pay.

He swung the cane back.

Crash!

Harry spun in time to see the kitchen door falling off its hinges.

'That's enough, Harry,' said Hermione, stepping through.

It took him several long seconds to be able to speak. 'What?'

'Enough,' she repeated. 'Let Ginny go.'

Hermione stood in front of him, arms crossed over her chest, her long skirt billowing slightly. Her face was red, her eyes dangerously narrowed.

'Have you been watching?'

'Yes.'

Harry allowed himself a slow smirk. 'Did you enjoy?'

'Did I enjoy watching you lose control, brutally beating one of my friends?' Hermione's tone carried livid undertones. 'No, Harry. I didn't.'

'She consented.'

Hermione stepped forward. 'She begged you to stop!'

Harry laughed. 'She's a whore: a painslut.'

'That doesn't stop her from having a choice.'

A weak voice spoke up from the table. 'No.... Hermione leave him... I can take it...'

Hermione glanced over at Ginny's prone body. Harry's eye followed and he noted a single trickle of blood running from a weal on her arse. 'Be quiet, Ginny,' said Hermione gently. Her tone changed as she turned back to Harry. 'What on earth has happened to you?'

The question, coming from Hermione, cut deeply. It was Hermione who had always, always believed in him. She had been the first person to ever say it: blurting out kind words as they faced something eleven-year-olds shouldn't have had to.

But he refused to show his weakness. 'I've no idea what you mean.'

'You used to care for people,' Hermione said sharply.

'And what did I get back for it? My own girlfriend betrayed me.'

'You self-absorbed little prat!' Hermione shouted. 'You will release her now or I will make you!'

Harry turned back to Ginny, hiding the smile that formed at the corner of his mark. 'Is that right?' he asked.

In one fluid move, he drew his wand and spun back.

Hermione's wand was already out, held straight and level at Harry. 'Yes, that's right.'

Rage swept through Harry once more: 'Petrificus Totalus!'

She deflected it. 'Stupefy!' she bellowed. 'Deprimo!'

Harry ducked the stunning hex, but was caught by the blast of force released by Hermione's second spell. Hurled bodily across the room, he collided with the kitchen counter and fell over it into the living area.

'What's going on!' shouted Ginny.

Ignoring her, Harry knew he had only seconds. He jumped back up, pushing aside the pain in his back. 'Unda Laqueus!' he shouted.

A wall of water leapt up around Hermione, hemming her in as a standing target.

Harry advanced. 'Stupefy!'

'Incendio!' cried Hermione at the same time. 'Defodio!'

Fire clashed with water; steam rose up; a spell hit the roof and great chunks fell down around Harry. He could see nothing. Had his stunner hit home?

Then he caught a glimpse of her, staggering toward him.

'Confringo!' he shouted. His spell hit the floor at her feet and she screamed as fire swept up her legs. 'Levicorpus,' thought Harry, wand aimed straight at her.

She was pulled out of the fire and hung upside down, suspended by her foot. Her skirt fell down, revealing lavender knickers.

'Harry, you ba –'

'Incarcero!'

Ropes leapt up around her, tying her arms to her sides and gagging her mouth.

Pulse beating quickly, Harry felt liberated. Silencing Hermione felt like silencing the part of him who was hamstrung by the need to 'do the right thing'. He stepped closer to Hermione, whose legs hung naked in front of him.

'Hermione,' he said. 'You have the most beautiful thighs.'

She struggled desperately under his gaze.

'What have you done to her?' shouted Ginny.

Harry turned. 'Absolutely nothing,' he said. 'She's not the one who betrayed me for a Dark Lord's cock.'

He waved his wand and released Ginny from her shackles.

'Although, that said, I don't see why I shouldn't at least get to have a good view. Spoils of victory and that. Be a good slut, Ginny, and take Hermione's shirt off.' This was like being someone else, Harry thought. Everything about him was changing and he loved the power of this new identity. 'You'll need the scissors,' he added.

Ginny had slumped on the floor, leaning against the leg of the table. Around her, rubble from the fight still lay strewn. 'Not a chance, Harry.'

'You promised to obey me.'

Slowly, she stood: her legs clearly shaking. 'I can only give you my consent, not hers.'

'I will hurt you if you do not do as I say,' he promised.

Ginny raised an eyebrow. 'You'll hurt me anyway.'

Silence rang through the air and Harry's turbulent mind filled with chaos once more. What right did she have to play at Gryffindor courage? To pretend to be brave and strong when he had spent all his strength tearing at her, reducing her to nothing?

He chose to feel anger: to drown out the little inkling of admiration for the battered, naked girl still standing up to her tormentor.

'You arrogant bitch,' he said and raised his wand.


***


His spell had knocked her to the ground. Yet now his wand was down and he worked hemp rope between his bare hands. Ginny watched silently as he tied her ankles together, followed by her knees, her elbows and her wrists. It surely took longer than magic would have done, but it had a slow-burning intensity to it, as he tightened each knot, tested it and then moved on.

Ginny had only got a glance or two at Hermione, who remained suspended by her right ankle with half her body crassly exposed. Sympathy and guilt burnt in Ginny's heart. If only she hadn't made so many mistakes, so many good people wouldn't have suffered.

'There,' said Harry, as he finished the knot on her wrists. 'Now keep your eyes fixed ahead.'

She was arranged on all fours, her elbows and forearms touching the ground so that her back arched.

He stepped away and began to calmly remove his clothes: shoes, socks, trousers, then shirt and underwear. His erection was large and hard. Despite the many times she'd had him before, Ginny felt a little thrill of fear. This was different.

She heard him rustling with the dreaded holdall once more, but this time it was behind her and she couldn't see what he'd taken.

A hand ran over her arse. 'Are you ready for this, Ginny?'

'I have to be.'

He laughed. 'I suppose you do. A bitch must always be ready for her master's call.'

'Why don't you let Hermione go?'

He leant over Ginny moving one hand over her back, while the other stroked her hair. His mouth came forward to whisper in her ear. 'Because I want her to watch.'

'Harry, please –'

His fist tightened in her hair. He twisted so she was forced to look at him. 'You are a whore. Whores don't argue.'

'Yes, Harry.'

He continued staring at her: his green eyes piercing and intent. 'Where would you like me to start? Arse or cunt?'

She took a deep breath. 'Wherever you please.'

The fingertips of his free hand began to play at the very bottom of her spine, where the cleft of her arse began. They sank lower, between her cheeks, circling around her opening. Ginny groaned.

He let go of her hair and suddenly she felt something new: something cold, solid and slick, pushing for entrance.

'What?'

'A plug,' said Harry. 'Why choose, when I can make you feel it in both.'

The thing began to slip inside. Ginny shuddered. When Riddle had taken her arse it had been sudden and vicious. This was slow: her muscles stretching by increments. Harry made her feel every millimetre of her shame.

His left hand stroked gently at her arse cheek. 'My dirty little bitch.'

It was all the way in now.

'Do you want my cock?'

He rubbed it up and down her crack. She couldn't look around, but she knew he must be kneeling behind her.

'I want you,' whispered Ginny.

He slapped his hand down on the welts that covered Ginny's bum. 'You don't have that option. Now ask me for it.'

She knew she had no choice: heart beating heart, she gave him what she wanted. 'Will you fuck me?'

Another blow struck her arse. 'Yes, I will.'

He drove in.

Wet as she was, it was too fast. Shivers of pain darted out from her cunt. 'Oh, Ginny, yes!' he shouted. 'This is all you're good for. All I should have ever wanted from you.'

He set up slow: sharp, hard drives into her body then three or four seconds of waiting, then he'd pull out and plough back in again. Every time he drove in, the top of his thighs slapped against the angry, red skin of her arse.

'You know what, Ginny. I should thank you.'

She moaned under another impact, but made no answer.

'Seeing you at his knees. It taught me what you were, but more than that, it showed me what I was, too.'

'You're you,' whispered Ginny, so quietly that she wasn't sure he'd heard.

He stopped thrusting and stayed with his cock in her for a long moment. 'I am powerful. I defeated him. I've just beaten the brightest witch of the age and left her hanging with her knickers out. And when you have that sort of power, what really is the difference between good and evil?'

'Is that rhetorical?'

He drove into her with brutal force. 'Yes, it's fucking rhetorical. You think I'd debate philosophy with a whore?'

'Look, Harry, I know what darkness is...'

'You need to shut up.'

He whispered an incantation and an instant later, she felt the thing in her arse swelling and expanding, forcing its way further up her passage.

'You're... OH!' she screamed. After a final jolt of growth, the thing stopped for the moment. 'You're reacting, Harry... the pressure of everything is being released.'

Harry grabbed her hair and this time pulled so hard that she was lifted off her arms, the whole weight of her upper body being carried by her hair.

'Argh!'

Breathing heavily, Harry leant forward and kissed her cheek. 'Call me “Lord”,' he whispered.

'I can't imagine... what it was like... having all that responsibility... all that loss...'

'You traitorous bitch!' he screamed, letting her collapse back into the floor. 'Flagrate!' he shouted and she felt fire brand across her back.

He followed it up by thrusting in six or seven times. 'Call me “Lord”!'

'Harry!' she shouted, utterly defiant.

'Flagrate!'

The lacerating blow struck her with force. She screamed.

Dimly, as if in a different world, she could hear Hermione struggling frantically; but Hermione was irrelevant. This was about Harry and Ginny.

'Call it me!'

'Never.'

'Engorgio!'

She was aware of nothing but the thing buried inside her, writhing deeper, twisting at her most intimate walls.

'Harry, please stop!'

He grabbed her throat and showing incredible strength, pulled her up bodily so that they were eye to eye.

'You will obey.'

Laughter sobbed out of her mouth. 'Not so powerful now, are you? Can't even make a whore – argh!' Another sharp twist from inside made her shudder. 'Can't... even make... your whore obey you...'

He let go one hand from her throat. She heard him shouting and this time the whip-cracks of fire landed across her chest. She barely felt them – her mind was ablaze.

Then she saw his wand land a few yards in front of her and both his hands were locked back on her throat, pushing into her windpipe.

'You're you... Harry...'

The grip tightened. 'You know nothing,' he shouted. 'You are nothing.'

'Urg,' she struggled desperately to speak.

'So weak. Look what you've let me do to you.'

Ginny was running out of air. She brought her bound hands up and held them against his, where they dug into her throat. There was one last truth to be said: one last chance to save him.

'Lur-gh... yu...'

A dizzy grey had soaked away most of her vision, but she heard his sharp intake of breath. 'Damn it!' he shouted. 'Damn you!'

He threw her from him. For several seconds, she lay sprawled on the floor, panting for breath.

'Damn me,' whispered Harry's voice from behind her.

Ginny's whole body was pain: the plug still so high up her arse that she was cramping. Her breasts throbbed to a hot, pulsing rhythm, while the sear of her back screamed out for attention. But she gave herself no mercy. With each small movement sending out thresh jolts of discomfort, she turned her body around.

Harry knelt with his face in his hands.

Struggling against her bonds, she crawled to him. 'Harry,' she whispered.

'What am I?' he said, not looking up.

Without even thinking, she laid herself down and rested her head in his lap. He started at first, clearly surprised and maybe still waiting for her answer. Maybe he had forgotten that she'd already given it to him. He was Harry. And she loved him.

Eventually, he put a hand on her head and began to stroke her hair.

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Author's Note 2: What's that I hear you cry? Oh yeah, I have sort of forgotten somebody. Poor girl's still hanging, isn't she? I guess I'll have to write an epilogue.

Daye - yes, he has... mood swings of a sort.

Salon Kitty - my word, but you know how to leave a review - thank you, as always, for your terrific, ego-boosting reviews.

RedWhammi - thanks so much for encouragement - the climax, as you will have just seen, was pretty extreme - I hope it passed muster without going overboard.

Also, thank you to anyone who has rated the story. Much appreciated!