Mary Nutter Ch 02 Secret Chamber

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.

Suddenly she saw an owl trying to get through the window to her. She walked over, opened the window. Then took the letter that the owl had brought.

It simply said, Room of Requirement, tonight at 11 o'clock. PB

She felt her stomach do a flip, and her heart beat faster with excitement. She quickly finished her dinner. Then went to shower, preparing for the meeting with Professor Black.

She quietly snuck out of the girls dormitory as everyone slept. She had grabbed her invisibility cloak already and had slipped it over herself. So even if someone was to wake and look, there would be nothing to see.

She reached to Room of Requirements, and quickly entered. As the room does, it had set itself up for the needs of current users.

A massive bed, with black velvet sheets sat in the center. Mirrors above the bed for viewing pleasure. A table that had an assortment of devices, not being too innocent she recognized them as sex toys. Finally a white sheer negligee, with black stockings that attached to thigh high garters.

She saw Black and her breath got sucked away. He handed her the negligee and asked for her to put it on. She looked around for a place to change. She noticed him shaking his head. "Here, in front of me." As she changed, he began removing his clothes as well. They never took their eyes away from each other. Both appreciating the beauty in the other's body.

He was tall, and well muscled. Just a small patch of dark hair on his chest. His legs were nothing but muscle. He looked like an adonis. His penis in full erection, was impressive.

Black was in full appreciation of her body as well. Her tits were incredible, a full fat c cup, with sugar drop nipples, flat stomach, with a round firm ass that went into long athletic legs.

He couldn't hold himself back any longer. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He then began to kiss her deeply, slowly at first, which built with his need. His hands running over her body.

Mary's breath was coming in pants and gasps, she felt half mad with desire. She reached out to run her hand down his chest and stomach, and continued down.

She felt his shaft, and began to slide her hand up then back down milking his cock.

He asked for her to kiss it. she hesitated, then tentatively started to kiss, then lick, from top to bottom then top again. Licking it the same way one licks an ice cream cone. When she was back to it's tip, she took it into her mouth, gently sucking as she worked it further in towards her throat. He growled his approval of what she doing.

He grabbed her and quickly positioned her above him. He easily tore the negligee away. Her head facing towards his feet, her pussy right above his face. He leaned up to assault it with his tongue. As she continued to suck on his shaft, tasting his precum.

He was lightly flicking her clit, she could feel her orgasm building, getting ready to explode. He then entered her with his tongue, devouring her cunt. It was both of their undoing. First hers, with wave after wave, her juices squirting all over his face and mouth. He continued to lick up as much as he could.

With a primal grunt, and deep growl, he could take no more. He lifted and flipped them both. She was now underneath with her bottom facing him, he grabbed her hips, lifting. Putting her on her hands and knees.

He quickly buried his cock deep into her tight, wet cunt. He began to pump in and out with a frenzy. She was so tight, it felt so good. He had lost his control to take it slow. She cried out that she was going to cum again, he then felt her pussy contracting on his cock.

He grabbed her hips and buried his dick as deeply as he could, and felt his cum squirting inside of her. He collapsed pulling her with him to their sides. His dick still twitching in their combined juices.

After a few moments, his senses came back to him. He suggested that she should get back to her bed before anyone noticed her missing. She felt as if she had been dismissed. She could not hide the look of hurt that flashed across her face. He quickly pulled her in, to kiss her deeply, taking all her thinking ability away again.

When he pulled back from her mouth, he held her close, with his mouth next to her ear. "If I could stay and keep you here all night I would. It is more for your sake that you go back to your bed." She knew that he was right, but she longed to stay with him.

His next words made it easier to accept. "Besides, you are going to need your rest, if we are going to continue to meet here every night." She dressed with a quick kiss left to go back to her bed.

She lay there her pussy tender from being fucked, she smiled to herself. Thinking that she was certainly looking forward to having her needs met again, in the Room of Requirement.