This is part 2, in the Mary Nutter series. I hope you enjoy it. Feedback would appreciated.
Mary walked the long hall to the dining room slowly. Needing the time to gather her wits. Not knowing what to think about what had happened in the carriage ride here with Professor Black.
By all accounts, she had lost her virginity to Professor Black with him raping her.
But was it truly rape when she had ended up wanting him to do what he was doing. Practically pleading for more. Her face felt flush, as she thought of how she had even asked if they could do it again.
How could she be so wanton after just losing her virginity to rape. And how could she feel such disappointment when her rapist's answer to that question had been no. Thoughts of what he had spoken in her head.
"I am sorry love, as much as I desire that also, we can not. We are only a few moments from being at Hogwarts." He continued to look at Mary, with an intensity, at the same time also looking quite bemused. Mary wondered what his thoughts were.
As if reading her mind he continued, "I believe that you have bewitched me Mary." As she started to protest any such thing. He simply quieted her with a hand held up "Not intentionally of course, just the same, this desire for you. I know, will not be denied."
She hurried now, knowing that her friends must be frantic with worry for her. She wished that she could talk to Ron and Hermione on it. But she knew that, they would never understand.
Especially Hermione, who would only see the black and white in it. She would try to get Mary to report Professor Black. Possibly even doing so herself if Mary wouldn't. Mary did not want him to get in to trouble, and could not take the chance.
She entered the hall, not surprisingly their worried eyes were locked towards entrance. They had obviously been watching for her. That also was to be expected knowing that Mary had a enemy that wanted nothing more than her death.
She hurried to join them, as soon as she sat down Hermione leaned towards her and hissed out. "Where have you been? Do you know how worried we have been? Mary you can not be out there alone, the danger you put yourself in!" Ron with a mouthful of food, simply shrugged at her anger.
Mary cut her off there, responding "No one knows better than I do. I live with it every day. Do you believe this was a choice, Uncle Vernon caused me to miss the train." Just then the head master began his traditional welcoming speech.
Mary noticed Professor Black sitting at the long table for the staff. He was looking directly at her. The look he gave, caused Mary to feel her heart to do a flip. He casually had his wand in hand. With a wicked little smile, he flicked his wand.
She could feel the fingers back teasing her skin. She let out a yelp from the shock. Which gained several looks, she tried her hardest to maintain a casual look. The fingers did not relent.
She could feel her nipples being pinched and tugged on. She could feel fingers sliding through her hair, gripping it in an invisible fist. She then felt a hand slide beneath her underwear. Fingers running over that most sensitive nub, causing her to gasp. Thankfully this brought no unwanted attention. Her voice completely gone again. She felt the finger tugging and flicking her.
Then she felt, first one then two fingers gliding into her pussy. She gripped the table to try and steady herself. The fingers fucking her wet cunt till she could stand no more. Creaming all over those magical, invisible fingers.
After a few moments of composing herself, she allowed a look towards Black. He was giving her a satisfied smile.
After dinner Hermione looked to Mary, her look turned to concern. Reaching to feel her face, asked "Are you feeling unwell? You look like you might be running a fever."
Mary pushed her hand away, claiming it was nothing more than fatigue. And left for bed. That night she had dreams of Black fucking her, it felt so real. She was writhing to take the dream cock deeper. She looked towards Black again, but the face she saw was Voldemort's.
She jerked awoke with a shriek, still seeing Voldemort sneering, looking triumphant. The strange thing was she could still feel the cock pumping into her. The sensation subsided as she sat up. Grateful that everyone was still in the commons room. Her shriek had gone unheard, no one there to notice her behavior. The thought of Voldemort caused her scar to throb, but not only her scar, her pussy was throbbing in rhythm with her scar.
The next day was hectic, between getting use to being back to school and figuring out her class schedule. She also had her first Qidditch practice, along with try outs for positions on the team that needed to be filled. The day seemed to fly by.
She had decided to grab something to eat to take to the commons room of her dormitory. Afraid of being made to cum again in a room full of students and staff. She settled down to eat.
