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Tonks looked up from where she was reluctantly doing her schoolwork in the common room. Part of her was upset with them for sending her out, but the rest was grateful that they had her own interests ahead of what theirs were with her. She had been quite lazy in doing her schoolwork as her relationship had been stabilizing. It had been the opposite of the all work and no play for a bit too long for her. Well besides the hell that was her current punishment.

'That I suddenly seemed unwilling to do anything that made me unavailable for their pleasure going so far as to risk my future prospects offended them,' she thought with a sigh. 'Oh I am certain what my private life will be, but even if they can afford for me to do nothing except hang around as a living toy... well that doesn't mean that they want me to waste any opportunities I have. That I was so caught up with the fun that I was starting to neglect my studies and that is dangerous to them as mother no Andromeda would have had ample reason to get involved.'

Turning around she saw her friend Penny enter from her earlier patrolling. Her hair and clothes were mussed and the frustration was as evident in the shining unshed tears in her eyes. She knew she had been dating someone had in fact complained about the complete lack of availability of good men as well as the current ones abysmal skills and attitude. That in part had led her to accept her current odd relationship. Oh she was partially pissed to be punished like she currently was but if she didn't get the work done in time or better ahead of time there would be no way that there would be time enough to enjoy all the things she planned to do over break.

'Lovely I wonder what the ass said to her this time,' she thought in annoyance. 'I swear that when I find out whom it is that the prank on those two twits will seem tame in comparison. Still meeting during patrol does not seem like her unless whoever it is also is a Prefect. So what to do finish this task or let my friend suffer... fuck it I may not be a Puff but she has helped me out and I owe her one at the very least.'

With those thoughts in mind Tonks followed her friend to her room feeling a few dregs of uncertainty at leaving her work aside, but friendship was more important. Even if it resulted in a harsher punishment for her negligence, there was the fact that she would not and could not permit herself to do otherwise; let alone try to plead for lenience or mercy for her disobedience. She had been told to catch up on her work or things would be dire. As much of her submissive streak that they had called out to her she realized she would bare it gladly to aid her friend and that she would likely enjoy her punishments save disappointing her two owners was her burden to bear.

Being so focused on her friend she had not realized that she had negligently waved to banish her school matters to her room. It would have been most unacceptable to leave them there in the commons like that and would have led to some inquiry that would have gotten both of them into some trouble. It had been a spell that she had unknowingly learned from repeated use by both Harry and Hermione to put their study materials away and out of danger from various activities. If they had known it was likely that they would have been quite proud of their pet even if she had defied them. That all parties involved would be grateful for the excuse for a certain type of activity was left unthought-of by all save Dora's more flittering subconscious mind. That she had negligently summoned chocolate and ice cream as that was something she had long used to sooth her aches before those two had introduced a different way to feel better.

Arriving at her friend's door she stopped for a moment before rapping on the door before saying, "Penelope, its Tonks. May I come in?"

"Leave me alone!" Came the shout of the sobbing girl from the other side of the door. "I just want to be left alone!"

"Penelope," Tonks said gathering her courage to confront her distressed friend. "I cannot just leave you wallowing after whatever the prat said. You need someone to talk to and as I was available what kind of friend would I be if I just left you to suffer?"

"Argh!" Penelope shouted in rage as even her well thought out counters seemed false to her even in her frustrated rage. "Can't you see I just need some time to compose myself?"

"I hear what you are saying," Tonks said with a sigh as she tried to not just force the door open in her frustration at her friend's antics, "but I don't believe you know what you are trying to really tell me. You need someone at a time like this and if necessary I will go and get more than just chocolate and ice cream. Look I may not be a Hufflepuff, but even I know when a girl needs her friends to drag her out of her funk!"

"You are being so stubborn!" Penny said as she realized that her friend was not in any way, shape or form going to allow her to wallow in her misery. "Fine! Just remember that I really have had a very bad day and that I am not in the mood to be the best of company right now although I wouldn't really mind the chocolate..."

With that Penny reluctantly removed the excessive locking charms she had placed on the door. After that the door swung open without Tonks needing to open it leaving Penny to see her friend standing on the other side. Penny was able to see her friend there and the visible presence of some comfort food. That she likely would have slammed the door shut if those things had been missing was unsaid. Dora was however trying not to show how much she wanted to find out who it was and see about first introducing her knee than foot to the part they had been thinking with and then after that much hexing and cursing to ensure that said male learned the lesson.

"No problem Penny," Tonks said with an understanding almost vocal hug being offered to her friend. "Considering how much you helped me when I was having such troubles it is the least I can do. Still its times like this that I wish that we had some muggle stuff as this is the times when I wish that we had some movies to watch while indulging in the comfort food. Something I really wish I could do with my mother but the less said on that the better..."

Entering the room with chocolate presented outstretched to Penny, Dora entered the room with determination showing in her steps. She knew that she would need to cram her studies and work her ass off to get done before the train was due, but it would be worth it to help out her friend. At least that was her conscious and central reasoning. Now as for Dora's own desires there was more to it. Since her reawakening, Dora had been having a minimum of a few releases daily and this sudden dry spell was very trying in its own way.

After looking at how miserable Penny had looked in the commons, she had squashed the notion of cornering Penny and channeling her frustration to her own ends by her almost Hufflepuff loyalty to her friends. It had been a very near thing though. Still she knew that as long as she didn't have something stronger than butterbeer with the chocolate and comfort foods that she should be fine. She didn't need to finally taste what she had barely managed not to explore the past few times. At least that is what she told herself as she stomped those thoughts out.

"Sorry for acting like that," Penny demurred after curling like a cat on her bed and eating some of the chocolate. "It just has been a very bad day and that boy... well he just was the last straw!"

"Wish you were an animagus like McGonagall," Tonks said as she settled down next to her. "Then you could crawl into someones lap and just relax with a good petting. No worries about school or boys..."

"Yeah," Penny said around the mouthfuls of chocolate she was eating in even if it was not meant to be enticing fashion. "No worries would be nice. Eat when you wanted to, do what you want to and get lots of attention. It would be the perfect life..."

"It would be nice not having any worries and being taken care of," Dora said with a wistful smile as she reflected on her experience. "Still it wouldn't be all fun and games. One could say that the good does out way the bad though. All that and merely needing to behave like a good pet..."

"Why would you spank me if I misbehaved?" Penny asked jokingly. "What would you do if I liked it?"

"Oh punishments for misbehavior would be a given," Dora conceded. "Still if you really liked it than wouldn't it be more of a punishment if you weren't spanked?"

"I guess you would be right if that was someone's button," Penny said as she closed her eyes and let the chocolate melt down her throat flowing from her warm moist tongue until she didn't taste it anymore. "Morgana knows what I would give for someone that could find mine and keep pushing them."

"Ah so there are more hidden depths to explore," Dora commented as she looked her friend over. "A shame that you have yet to find a good boy or even girl if it came to that to at least care more about satisfying you than their own wants."

"So true," Penny said with a nod. "I really wish that I could find this curse I heard about."

"Do tell," Dora said as she leaned closer. "One never knows when certain information could be useful though it seems that so far I have yet to become involved with someone that would need more than even the lightest of hexes."

"Well I do hope that my knowledge and experience would help those that come after me from avoiding the pitfalls that I have fallen in," Penny said with a frown as she reflected. "A shame that I didn't listen and go to one of the older girls at first; I guess I was a bit too shy at the time. Though considering that I have conceded a bit of information that the professors and parents would be upset for giving, I see no problem in giving a little bit more."

"What new nugget of wisdom is there today oh honorary wiser and more experienced sister?" Dora asked as she started to enjoy her own chocolate which she neglected to check had like Penny's a very tasteless amount of inebriating liquid mixed into it. "I do hope it is as helpful as the rest has been. Still it is better than mum! Really lay back and think about queen and country when you get married. What was she thinking?"

"Who knows exactly when we became more prudish than the muggles?" Penny asked in response. "A shame that Binns is still around or we could get someone with more than goblins on their mind. Some of the old magics looked quite fun to use from what little I have been able to find outside the restricted section. Problem is that it would ruin almost any girl's image to ask for permission to access such books. Hell I have been tempted to find a group or someone to escort me into the less savory areas where such books are available. Having to go to muggle stores to get such things is quite annoying."

"I cannot wait till I can find a way to be completely outside mother's clutches," Dora said with a sigh. "Still I might be able to help you with that. I cannot promise anything but there are some connections that I have acquired that are more than able to acquire such things."

"So what do you want in trade?" Penny asked as ideas for ways to get that book came to her mind. "Even among friends one doesn't do something without knowing that at least a favor will be owed. Let's say I could ensure that the prefects avoided certain areas at certain times would that be a suitable trade?"

"Yes it would be," Dora said with a grin at a way to get around sneaking about. "So tell me what kind of curse you seem to be avoiding telling me about?"

"Ah considering what that ass did it is quite suitable," Penny said as if about to tell a very important secret. "I would like a way for me to ensure that he doesn't and any other future lover would keep leaving me high and wet. So a curse or jinx if its applicable to prevent him from a few barely stimulating minutes before he pulls his pants and leaves just because he already came would be nice."

"I may know of something like that," Dora said with a wince as she recalled the curse she was under. "It prevents either male or female from achieving release when certain limitations are set. I do think that I hope I never need to use something like that so that a boy makes sure I get at least one cum out of an encounter."

"We all wish that and Merlin help any woman that gets one that actually seems to enjoy pleasing a woman," Penny said with a remorseful sigh. "I know that if or more hopefully when I can find or train a guy like that I would take almost anything even some nasty spell damage to keep him in that circumstance."

"A shame that men like that seem rare and even rarer in our world," Dora said with a pause. "Merlin, give me strength if I find one here. I likely would forget myself and draw attention on myself if that was the case."

"I know I likely would," Penny confided. "Even in that case I would be grateful for whatever he did not to let the word out. I may be shocked but if I risked such a mutually beneficial arrangement I wouldn't even complain if I got spanked until my ass was raw. It would teach me that risking a good thing by constantly doing it would be a bad idea."

"Yeah I would likely do that to," Dora said not letting on that was the case already for her. "So is there any other advice to help train and keep a good man?"

"Well first of all boys especially here seem to think that heaven is a hand job," Penny said with a snort. "Sure having a different hand does make it feel better, but one of the most useful things in keeping a guy that I learned from some muggles is the blowjob. Well that and almost all men especially our ages seem to be fascinated by our tits. Let me rephrase that; all boys will most likely be drawn to three areas of a girl's body, those being her tits, ass and legs as they look. Most of them cannot seem to deal well with our most sensitive areas. So it is likely that using one of those things will keep a guy or at least his cock interested. Now like hand jobs there are a variety of ways to finish. Either letting him cum over your hand or more often on your face are both options. When your braless and letting them look at as one short term interest called the twins you can do that or let them go on them. It feels a bit like warm oil is sprayed on them. Though once your mouth is in play you can add that as well. Now relax as there is a good deal more to this..."

Dora nodded her head and settled down to listen even as they both continued to savor their chocolate. While some of it she had already experienced with both Harry and Hermione, she realized that there was more to it and even if the pair were somewhat experiences here was a ready source to expand on. Besides she was helping her friend and getting the chance to be the younger sibling. Her life would have been so easier if she had confided more in the Prefects when she had started.

In the course of their talk, Penny had moved about enough for her clothes to have drawn up. This had shown her lack of certain attire in part in preparation for her other segment of her post disaster date plan. She had been planning to mope about for a while before driving it out of her system with some wand work. She had, thankfully for the present Tonks, replaced her long period of sobbing with sniffles and chocolate. As the two were commiserating about the lack of most of the men being worth knowing let alone dating, Penny had the bad luck to have some of the slowly melting chocolate fall from her spoon. Ss she moved it towards her mouth, the chocolate had fallen off and landed to her shock, both at where it landed and the effect it had.

Penny had been worked up from her date or sort of encounter with the man she still wouldn't confide in to Dora. While her date had failed to do more than warm her up for a proper encounter before creaming his pants in disappointment leaving her unfulfilled and irritated, Penny was still somewhat at least physically and mentally prepared or preparing for some stimulation. The sudden contact of cool to cold chocolate ice cream to her warm skin would have normally caused a shudder, but this time it landed against a part that was far warmer and caused far greater of a shudder.

"Allow me," Dora managed to say as her eyes were locked onto the sight. "It would be a shame to let that go to waste..."

Penny was however expecting a sudden finger to scoop up the fallen chocolate and had hoped that the finger would explore a bit. She was not ready for Dora to just as her hand came in contact with her thigh extend her tongue to attempt to lick the chocolate up. That Dora's tongue seemed to spread the chocolate around requiring more time licking the area clean was doing a good job of suddenly distracting Penny.

"Oh!" Penny managed to say before blinking unbelieving at the sight before her and thinking, 'This cannot be real. This is just another one of those odd dreams again. Still it feels quite real, but so have a number of my rather enjoyable fantasies lately.'

"Don't worry," Dora said looking up as she reluctantly lifted her tongue from where she was contemplating the mixing of flavors. "I'll just have to make sure that I get all of it..."

Penny was unsure what she was referring to with that statement. Wither it was chocolate or some of the other juices was not something that she was ready to contemplate. All that mattered was that after the earlier disaster, she was likely once more fantasizing about the third year that could do things that, sadly made her have to defend herself lest she be oft used as a living sensual and sexual plaything. Really the odds of any of these encounters being more than an overactive imagination and her own need for someone to help her find some relief was unlikely.

Opening her mouth to encompass the entirety of the area the chocolate had been spread across; Dora began to trail her tongue over the area while she applied suction to aid in the cleaning. That it was causing Penny to make some rather happy sounds was merely incidental even if it was rather enjoyable. Eagerly Dora moved her tongue to find every drop of chocolate from around Penny's mound before she began to lick along the excited and parted slit.

"Oh! Dora," Penny said as the slowly approaching tongue stopped teasing her in its approach, "that feels so good! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

Taking this as a definite confirmation that Penny was willing for more than just allowing her to have the chocolate that her friend had spilled, Dora started to slowly work her way inside. Even as she was doing so, Dora had her eyes closed from savoring the peculiar mix that was Penny and chocolate. Unlike some in this situation, she hadn't just shoved her tongue inside Penny. In fact, Dora had been treating it like a slowly deepening kiss even if her lips were spread far from being able to place kisses along the way.

'Hmm,' Dora thought as she both tasted the mixing and stirred it more. 'Maybe next time I should slowly approach with kisses as that would be almost more seductive? Ooh I really should try this again and Penny does need a good washing off...'

Slowly she worked her tongue past the now open and willing lips to taste her friend directly. Sure she had a taste when she had licked the wand her friend had used to screw herself with clean, but it was not quite the same. Still this time she was able to use both her own experience receiving and giving such actions to try and explore this new part of their friendship. Besides Dora was well aware that she owed her friend a very large debt as if it had not been for her advice she would have still been resisting any attention. For a moment Dora was aware that if she had not had her encounter with her keepers, she likely would have been so frustrated and repressed that she would have done anything the first person to get her off said. It would have made her recent disaster seem tame. So in a way she felt obliged to Penny as well, Dora realized that she likely would have been willing and eager for any and all sexual gratification.

'I can just see it now,' Dora thought as she realized how dangerous it would have been. 'I would have been like the school broom with anyone and everyone taking me for a ride. Now while the idea of near constant sexual contacts would have likely resulted in frequent bouts of filthy fucking where I came like a Knut whore acted like, I would have neglected everything until someone took possession of me. I guess that it just happened without the dismal opinions and being tossed out of the house that would have elicited.'

Even as she was thinking, Dora had started licking inside of Penny's wet and open lower lips. She had traced along the whole of her friend's entrance even as she teased up, down and around in slowly deepening circuits. Her arms had long since moved to prevent Penny from accidentally clamping shut around her head. That it allowed her hands to tease Penny was just an added bonus in her mind. Having learned to tell more about reactions by body motions than just visuals, Dora was able to focus on some of the other signs that Penny was truly enjoying her ministrations and that, regardless of the fact that there was little to no chocolate that had escaped her searching tongue, she should continue her actions.

"Fuck me!" Penny said more in shock than request when Dora's tongue started to dip and dart inside her. "O... O... Oh!"

Dora however took that not as shock, but as a request for some more attention. Her hands wandered over the exposed skin of her friend as she leaved caresses and fresh shivers in her wake. Her mouth was attached to her friends bucking, writhing and twitching form even as her tongue had long since lost any subtlety as it slithered around the grasping embrace of her friend's sex. Dora was humming even as her tongue vibrated inside the moving drawing enticement as it slowly started to require her to swallow from how readily Penny was flowing.

"Yes!" Penny shouted as she tensed up under Dora's eager and overwhelming ministrations. "It's been... too damn long! Making do with fingers and wand has been... frustrating... especially when my damn dates... seem to have no staying power or willingness for... more!"

Penny had afterwards spent the past few minutes under enough ministration that, if Dora had asked, she would have been rather hard pressed to recall she had been on a dismal date let alone who it had been with. As it was Penny was for the first time in too long not purely autoerotic in her stimulation, currently she was experiencing far more stimulation than her vibrating and penetrating wand had been supplying her with. Currently her mind was unable to form any coherent thoughts do to the thorough fucking Dora's tongue was providing in addition to the blood being drawn there do to suction as well as her arousal.

'God I wish I could be coming like this,' Dora thought as she felt her tongue stretching Penny to accommodate it. 'Still I deserve the punishment I received as much as Penny needs a reward for suffering so much. I do wonder why she doesn't just convince the idiot to actually become useful. Really it was bad enough the last time we talked with leaving after a quick grope and creaming of his pants without any care for her, but it seems that he is likely someone that would go straight from fondling to pathetic thrusts for a minute before wandering off.'

Dora was, while under her cursed punishment not able to achieve her own release without someone else's helping, quite able to come close and had been wishing for something to push her over. As it was, Dora was pouring her own needs into her actions with Penny. That Penny herself had been having merely easing orgasms instead of mind shattering ones had let Dora push her over and over again. Dora had become used to giving and receiving until it physically hurt for more stimulation. It was with this mindset that she kept driving Penny to quite verbal and animalistic cries until all that was left of her friends ability to respond was shuddering and squeezing down when she climaxed. Well there was one last hurrah though.

"Dora!" Penny shouted as she almost bucked her lover off her sex. "Morgana! Cuming!"

Dora only released Penny when she was whimpering do to oversensitivity from all the direct stimulation she had been receiving. Once she had released her lips and removed her tongue from her target, Dora slithered her way up while gently calming Penny down. Sure she stopped to get a few responses from kissing, touching and nibbling on her way up, but that was normal. As soon as she had reached close enough to gently touch Penny's face, Dora gently and carefully touched her friends face. She was still mouthing Dora's name even as she was panting as she recovered.

"Shush Penny," Dora said as she slowly traced the tears that had flown when her eyes had started to water. "I wanted to do this..."

Dora stopped talking when she kissed her friend from where she was resting against her. She gently pressed her lips to her repeatedly. Smiling at her basking and flushed friend, Dora ran her hand through the tussled and sprayed about hair of her newest lover. There was a time for passion and there was a time for just being there. For these few moments comfort was more important than carnal need, even given that Dora had been closer to wanting to have almost anyone grant her relief. Too many months had passed without even a day or night without at least one orgasm and typically a number of them. If it had not been for their earlier seduction and it ramping her up and having to wait for any relief, she did not think that she would have been able to go this long without any release.

"You're my friend, Penny," Dora said from where she watched the afterglow linger. "If it hadn't been for you, I would have been in even a worse mess than I am now."

"What you mean?" Penny slurredly asked. "Hmm comfy...."

"You helped me out in undoing my mother's attempt to make me sexless," Dora said before leaning over and kissing Penny gently even as her tongue darted inside. "I found someone and they wouldn't be upset with this as you are a friend and you were in need."

"Thank you," Penny said as she felt her friend nuzzle against her.

"No, thank you," Dora said as she lay their next to her feeling the curse keep her from coming down from her excitement.

Dora stayed silent as she lay there even as her fingers slowly caressed her friend's body. As much as she wanted to crawl down, spread her legs and ravish her until she called her name; Dora was willing to wait for her to recover. A little nap and they would see where they were. Dora did shudder and sigh when Penny's hand mistook her sex for her own.

'At least this will help me not to jump her later,' Dora thought as she closed her eyes and allowed the fingers to play her. 'Well not jump her and fumble about like an amateur. I wonder if she will be willing to let me fuck her since she was so kind to offer.'



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Nothing really was as it seemed and despite even how somewhat normal they seemed even they had secrets. Surrey had lots of secrets and it was not just the deviants that dwelt in Little Whinging that had a corner on that market. In a rather affluent neighborhood there was a family with several secrets of their own.

The two in particular were worried about how their daughter would react to their own hidden secret. Oh they were rather open to their daughter's newly understood gift, but theirs was less wholesome in general. They already had thought of several things to say to allow there open minded and far less stifled daughter to understand some of their less than ordinary quirks. They were dentists after all and some of their things while having potential for such use was more often used for their own entertainment.

They were both aware that, despite things like women's liberation, the end of slavery and other such social revolutions, things had not entirely changed over the years. Despite all the best intentions people were xenophobic of anything outside their comfort zone. Both had grown up in the turbulent sixties and seventies where upheaval was common. The Cold War had not been the best of situations and despite the most lack of direct war certain sentiments held. Anything deviant was taboo and anything that brought inquiry could get one suspected of sympathy for the opposition. Anyone with any inclinations that were not viewed as wholesome and normal had been likely to be outed and mistook for enemy agents. Well not specifically, but still it had not been as tolerant an age as some had been espousing.

Vincent had not been in the military despite what some people believed. No that would have been too normal for him when he had been in his rebellious phase. Still he had ended up through a series of bad incidents with a cover of official military service and a government tab to go to college. He had, for reasons he would never publically state, chosen to become a dentist. June had met him there and the two had hit it off. It had been through a series of near death accidents that led to them confessing to each other some of their inclinations.

While it had not been the official army or military for that matter, Vincent had come to need structure in parts of his life. June had her own issues and oddly their relationship grew from there. Oh they acted like normal couples to outsiders, but to each other there was more to it than June running things. In short June was in charge and more the better for them. It was still a time of hedonistic tendencies without the jading of the rise of new sexual diseases. Still they had their own demons to bear and deal with.

History had a way of repeating itself and the two had issues. They had been relatively unconstrained in their relationship and both had been oddly pleased with the reactions they had to their experimentation. Still they eventually ran across something that ruined their mood and led them down a new path. They were sensualist and sensory explorers; however, they upon seeing a scene that set them to violence embarked on a similar hobby as their daughter and her associates had done.

"So you thought you could escape?" June asked as she entered the room looking at the disgusting man strapped to the chair. "You were starting to draw attention and lose control of your vices again. Perhaps it would have been better to be caught by one of the Inspectors. A shame you had to bring your depravity to our area."

"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" the man asked in confusion as he saw the disguised woman. "I did nothing to you!"

"No, you didn't," Vincent admitted as he stepped out of the shadow with his own concealed form. "Still you came a bit too close to causing harm to our daughter so we will make this a bit more... special."

"You didn't do that good of a job in covering up your indiscretions I believe some would say," June said with a drawl as she brought out a tray of tools. "Now you need to understand a few things."

"Yes there are some things you need to get to grasp the situation," Vincent said with a smirk showing through his mask. "You are in a sound proof room. No one knows where you are and no one would miss you once you have disappeared. We are quite professional so there is no risk that you would leave any evidence for people to track this back to us.'

"What are you going to do," he asked in dread once he saw the archaic dental equipment, "torture me for your own sick amusement?"

"No," June said before smiling nastily at the man. "That is just the bonus."

"Actions have consequences," Vincent said as he opened up a manila folder. "Your actions in particular were quite damning: child molestation, abuse, trafficking and murder to name a few just to start. Really should have not saved the evidence. Still considering that you had branched out into selling films as well as gaining enough of a source that certain people were quite offended by your actions. Really should have picked your victims better."

"Yes, a snuff film featuring one of the less savory syndicate's beloved granddaughter being a victim of repeated gang rapes before dying from both blood loss and shock would have made your life less than worthless," Jane said with a laugh. "Still you are a small fish and we do need a bit of closure."

"Bodies are a bit difficult to get rid of," Vincent admitted with a frown as he grabbed a pair of pliers and tested it. "Well before we knew better that is. Nowadays one either passes the body off as someone else and with some dental work a corpse become quite the commodity though rumor has it that DNA sequencing will be better able to identify things in the near future. It would be a bit late for you regardless. Still one of the traditional methods work the best, a shame that one needs so many pigs, but they do get the job done and the farmer saves on feed. It does mean that we need to make sure that you don't carry something to make the pigs sick or injure them."

"Yes," June said as he checked the security of the straps. "That would cause ever so much trouble."

"You're insane," he said in denial. "You're both insane."

"Perhaps," June admitted with a cock to the head. "Regardless we will have our fun done before then."

"You really should know better than to insult a lady," Vincent said as he went to work. "I do hope your screams can sooth what your actions have caused."

With that said Vincent began to remove some of his teeth without anesthetic. He struggled from where he was strapped to the chair. He ignored the strong of insults to both of them for a time before one in particular got his attention.

"I am no whore," June stated as she delivered a sharp jab to his kidneys. "Though you were willing to do that to those under your guidance speaks ill of what little decency you may have had. Be grateful that we are just starting and that my pet is quite able to control himself otherwise you would be in far worse shape than you are as yet..."

Once his insults and threats failed to elicit more than their ire, he turned to pleading and begging. He had been able to whore out more than a few of his charges after he had sampled them. Thankfully he had been unconnected to any of the major or minor drug trafficking concerns and thus the few living victims had one less hurdle in their attempt to reacclimatize to the world. Still even that sort had some standards at the moment or the older families did. They had heard of some upstarts making money by popping in and holding up dealers before giving them a fatal sendoff so as not to have anyone identify them. Crime was a profitable business and more than one agent of internal or external matters had kept their cover through such methods. Rumors of some of the old KGB and NKVD infiltrators had used such to smuggle arms, people and information about.

"Really the thing you must understand is that we would normally do this without charge," Vincent admitted with a chuckle. "You could say it is our hobby and the fact that for once we are being rather gratefully paid to see to your punishment is a wonderful bonus."

"Yes we are being quite civil so far," June said with a glare. "Although you did come to close for our peace of mind in targeting our daughter, and that is the only reason that we haven't already removed appendages."

"Ah," Vincent said as he looked at the other tools there, "but the night is still young!"

"Oh God!" was the last coherent thing he said before the pain began in earnest.

They were in a way quite displeased to have found that Alice as well as her friend Anne had been far too close to being victims of other such people. Well that they had been able to confirm anyways. The two did wonder who was removing the predation from that area. This was the second such person they had found getting too close to their daughter for their peace of mind. Honestly the second that they had dealt with while some mysterious other had dealt with the one that got away.

June did wonder if her niece and her friend had been victims of someone already. Though the way they were almost attached to that boy would need some scrutiny. It was an odd thing for Hermione to make friends with a boy let alone one that seemed odd like that one was. Thinking back most of the girls in the area had been different to him. He was courteous to them, but didn't seek them out. Oddly she wondered if he would be Hermione's first crush. She admitted to herself that she could do worse. She did worry that her daughter took too much after her husband. Vincent was a decent enough of a guy but even though she was in charge sometimes missed her own experiences from the other side.

'I really will need to have more honest dialogues with her,' June thought as she brought the hammer down on another of the man's toes. 'She seems an odd mix of the two of us. She may like to lead, but she would almost as soon meekly follow as well. Not that I love Vincent any less for not being the best to satisfy those needs, but he is far too submissive to properly take me. I cannot just act submissive to someone who is not that dominant even if some of the games are fun even when he does things I know I am in control.'

"So many bones to break," Vincent commented after once more preventing the man from biting his tongue off. "Still I had best remove any more chances for you to cut that tongue of yours. It wouldn't do for you to bleed to death or drown before we are done."

'It has been a bit too long since either of us indulged our violent tendencies so unconstrained,' June thought as she contemplated adding amputations to the scene. 'We really need to look a club up for some play. As much as I need to be in charge it has been too long since I had someone take me by the hair and satisfy those impulses. At least Hermione will not have issues coming to us in any questions that she has. I nearly got in a bad crowd growing up do to not knowing about things and being too proper to ask my family about it.'

Working over the sobbing man, Vincent started to twist, break and mangle the teeth as he yanked them out. The sudden jerking of the pliers caused him to let out a shriek of pain. As soon as he was back to sobbing, June brought her hammer back to break another toe. So a pattern of tooth, sob, toe, sob and repeat began. Once he ran out of toes, June went to the fingers with glee as they splintered and puncturing the skin. It was painful and bloody, but it was not fatal or able to knock him out.

So the two worked their way through his available teeth fingers and toes, each timing it right to extend his suffering as well as their entertainment. Even with slowing things down to twist and wrench his teeth out in as painful a manner as possible while June worked through each bone in his digits, they soon ran out of their first choice in administration. There were more than enough bones for June, but Vincent had run out of teeth. The man almost counted himself luck and believed they were done when he had a moment of reprieve.

'OH god!' he thought sobbing as he could not move to say anything do to the damage inflicted on his mouth. 'I don't want to die, but I don't want this to go on. Why can't they be like most killers and be done with it when they slit or break a neck, shoot or stab the heard or brain, crack a skull or something else at least somewhat quicker and less painful. Dying by slow blood loss is becoming likelier and they are making sure that I do not pass out.'

"Now this is going to be quite painful," Vincent said before the silence was cut off by a quick whirl as he turned to face him, "but we need to make sure that you don't get any more infections than necessary. It wouldn't do to have people investigate why the local butcher had an outbreak in his pork."

His gurgling scream of pain was mixed with the sound of the dentist drill cleaning out the now empty sockets. It was such a soothing sound that June sat back and listened to it almost drifting off from how it relaxed her. It was a shame that they couldn't keep a copy of an audio recording of this. It would have been a nice relaxation tape. Her current one of a few demonstrations was good enough she supposed. A shame this was too delicate or she would have spent the time working some of his other bones over. Soon they would have to be careful not to cut things short.

'He is quite lucky that his eye missed Hermione,' June thought as she listened to her husband's musical performance for her. 'I do believe we would have seen how far dismemberment he could live through if that was the case, although it would have been a therapeutic family bonding torturing him together. Still I don't think we should introduce Hermione to this just yet. Perhaps explain a bit more about our lifestyle considering she is at that age.'

"Beloved," Vincent said as he reached down and pulled June into a hug. "As much as you enjoyed my performance, I would like to see you happy in your playtime. Besides it is always fun to see you enjoying your art..."

"Of course, my darling one," June said with a flourish as she turned to the man. "Now I do hope you appreciate all the effort we are taking here. Normally we would just extract your teeth and break most of your bones. Sadly this time is going to be a bit more agonizing..."

Twirling her hammer in her hand as she let it spin around effortlessly, June went to work bringing her arm to deliver a full length arm stroke down onto the man's right forearm. As his arm was secured to a stiff arm rest there was nowhere for the force to be dissipated except into his arm. The site where she brought the hammer down was immediately bruised even as the bone underneath snapped under the force applied.

"One," June said with a smirk visible through her mask as she twirled the hammer like a baton. "One less victim for you at least."

With that said, June let the hammer twirl to land in her left hand. Once she closed her hand around the handle of the hammer she raised her left art up and brought it down on his right forearm. She watched as the blow landed between the bones with force to pulp the muscle and it was the expanding muscle that injured the bones. There was a savage glee emanating from June at this.

"Two," June said almost giggling in glee. "Twice you came too close to a member or our family."

On it continued as she counted off bones with the ribs in particular being damaged in ways that didn't damage the lungs to prolong the game; snapping the legs, demolishing the shins and dislocating the thighs were some of the more memorable moments for June as she went to work. Still each motion was measured and each action designed to extend the cathartic game, June had long practiced her craft and was as good at this as dentistry. For a moment she recalled the last time anyone had called her cursed birth name.

'Juniper,' June thought in disgust. 'What the hell were those proto hippie beatniks thinking with that name? The only kids I knew had it worse were... what Moonbeam and Sunflower? Happy feely peace lovers would let fuckers like this walk or maybe go to jail. They didn't get that some people need to be removed from existence and yet not go so far as to purge or cleanse with those issues. I get the distaste for violence after the war, but to go so far as denying that violence is a resort was too far in one extreme.'

Vincent was watching this as he marveled at how gorgeous June looked like this. The last time he had seen her this pissed was when they had been separated for a time with work preventing them from meeting. She had ended up going into an alley and he had taken the same to try to catch up to meet her in time. A dumb wannabe punk had been planning a snatch and grab, but made the mistake of voicing his plan to have a little fun with the pretty rich lady. The poor bastard hadn't stood a chance. That was the last time he had gotten to watch her beat a man to death. It was odd that instead of clutching himself in sympathy when she ground her heals into his just repetitively rabbit kicked groin, which he had almost moaned out at the passion he had seen.

That she had turned from her victim and taken him into a searing kiss had not helped matters at the time. Still both of them knew that even if the coppers were less than interested in investigating what the disrespectful concerns did to one another, someone would be interested in why the boy got offed and even if it would have been ruled a crime of passion neither wanted to have that bandied about. They both knew that she had issues and that working them out would be complicated. Neither of their pasts had been that good and each had enough emotional baggage to almost ruin any relationship or at least any normal one.

'Christ on a crutch,' Vincent thought with a wide eye as he reminisced and compared. "I thought she looked like a dark queen back then. Now she looks like a dark goddess that could make a man cream himself with a look. It's a shame that we have to be in such form concealing clothes but better not take any chances.'

He was right that even if the clothes they were wearing covered their skin it was clingy enough to make some things out. Still he was more entranced by the way she was moving and how the sap was responding. She had already worked through his arms and legs as well as his ribs. It was a shame that they couldn't do this in some way to leave the spine accessible at the moment. Still in spite of that June was not quite done yet.

"Bit more old man," June confided to the wheezing form. "I really wanted to see what this will do."

As soon as she stepped back from her whispering, June brought the hammer down a bit close to one of the few neglected areas, his groin. She made care to avoid the soft tissue for the moment and did a left right with a spin to each side to break as much of his pelvis as possible. She went in a slow pattern demolishing the available space until all that was left was the finisher. The number of nerves there were many and a hammer would bruise and liquefy the muscle with enough force.

It was gruesome, but June finished emasculating him to a pulp. She did think that he was lucky that he hadn't shown any interest in Hermione at the time. He had been more eager with the even more dissocial and ostracized. Sure she had been somewhat of a loner, but they showed up in her life more than some parents did. Well it was more that while Hermione was a late bloomer she had done a fabulous job in not showing her development off like some of her peers.

"Don't worry," June said as Vincent moved and unstrapped him before letting his body fall to the floor. "It is almost over..."

As soon as he was set on the ground with his back exposed, June struck with a flurry of moves. It was like firecrackers exploding as she rapidly cracked and smashed her way down the spine. A whispered thought passed through her mind as she felt a sudden thrill of hope that she could someday share this with her daughter. For some reason, she realized that she had never felt a need to interrogate her daughter as well as niece's mutual friend. A part of her recalled dimly that she had been somewhat relieved with the knowledge that her little girl was not alone at boarding school.

'Though now that I think about it,' June thought as she turned her mind to some of the inconsistencies she now recalled, 'there is something about him that is somewhat unsettling. Oddly enough the number of our marks has practically gone to zero in Little Whinging. The way that he walks as well as how Alice and her friend Anne do as well... Could it be that they have embarked on this path as well? Alice seems to take after me in a way with how Anne reacts to her presence and yet they both act somewhat passive to Harry. He went missing and she started to act confident. Now all I have to do is to figure this out without risking their reactions. Meh I can think about this and decide how to best investigate this when they come home for Christmas; I still have a little bit more play time with the stiff and then I can work out with a different stiff.... Heh... heh... I do hope that I don't have to deal with Hermione shrieking in indignation when she realizes that unlike some, Vincent is not one to stray and actually satisfies me.'

In part to banish the distraction from her enjoyment, June returned to her game. Vincent was ignoring the odd humming and rather horrible attempts to rhyme that his love was doing. He loved her and she was musical in the bedroom, but she could not sing unless she was very excited. He didn't know why but that seemed to sooth her keening warbling into a honey like sweetness. She could cackle, laugh and do other horrifying things and sound damn sexy when she did so, but unless she was in the middle of something blatantly sexual her singing voice was like cats screeching.

Sadly they had learned firsthand that Hermione was the same way. He shuddered as he recalled the nightmare that was the school recital. They had both reluctantly agreed with the teachers that Hermione could perform in such things with an instrument. At least with an instrument, their darling daughter was not tone deaf. He also knew that the one way that June had gotten through any singing would not work for Hermione or would get them in trouble for even suggesting it.

'Sure our daughter has a great singing voice,' Vincent imagined saying. 'Oh what's the secret you ask? Why all we have to do is have this vibrator set on low and she is good to go. Prudes would have us locked up and the key chucked in the sea if we even joked about that. Personally I am damn glad that June is around for such conversations as while I may not be that squeamish about such things there are things as a father that I do not want to know. It will be bad enough reconciling the normal fatherly impulses with our lifestyle without other complications. Still regardless of what choices she makes in the future, I can only hope that she is happy like any other parent hopes for their child; however, I would be more than willing to grab anyone that truly hurts her for our own restitution.'

Having made her way through most of the bones present in the human body, June took a step back to survey her handiwork. It was a gruesome sight to most, but she felt the soothing comfort of satisfaction as she looked at the battered form before her. I very small part of her whispered that they should have hung him in the dungeon and flayed the flesh off, but she squished that down. It would be far too easy to accidentally kill someone, have them pass out in that circumstance, or do something else to sadly cut short the game. She made a mental note to look up magical healing methods to allow her to truly find the limits of the scum's resolve.

"So I think this was a very therapeutic time," June said with a sigh as she stretched and did some slow motions to cool down so she wouldn't cramp up. "Still if you had touched our family we would need to pump some expensive medicines in you to stretch this out appropriately. Well that and to cauterize the wounds so you didn't die of blood loss too soon. Oh yes one last thing..."

That last thing was enough to cause him to gargle before spasming in pain once more. Sure she had broken every bone in his body, repeatedly stomped his groin and pretty much made him a broken bruised near corpse, but she had neglected one area in her methodical working over of his body. As that spot was the only one not still throbbing in some sort of pain, that spot was also now the most sensitive in addition to it being rather sensitive in the first place.

Taking a step back, June had given almost a running kick to the spread-eagled body going right between the legs and striking low before twisting up. The spot with some of the more numerous nerve clusters was struck with even more force than any of her hammer strikes. Considering that June could get a decent hang time whenever she had nutted the odd overeager suitor let alone any less well intentioned person, there should be little shock that he slid a bit when she hit that oversensitive bit of skin before almost shoving her shoe too far in her swing. It was only though the years and the number of brutal things that Vincent neither shivered nor felt his stomach even quiver from the sight.

"Well that looks like it is it," Vincent commented as he felt the last spasms of the man or body before him as he was pretty much a goner at this point. "Clean up and disposal and then what?"

"What else?" June asked with a laugh. "I can see how eager you are and you can tell I am as well. Once he is gone, I plan on seeing how long it takes before neither of us can move."

"Sounds like a plan to me, mistress," Vincent said with a grin. "Glad that laundry is tomorrow..."

"Laundry is always tomorrow, pet," June said as she removed her blood splattered clothes. "We have always needed to change the sheets and I do believe that tonight's are going to be quite pungent and soaked."

Nodding his head at that, Vincent went off to dispose of all the evidence. It wouldn't do for either of them to get caught especially now that it would worry Hermione. Still he was going to be busy tonight. He wondered if life could get any better. He had a loving wife and lover who met his somewhat eccentric needs and a daughter with a bright future on her hands. He ignored the rather comfortable home and lifestyle they could afford as that was just window dressing. Part of him, well the part that was not influenced by the instinctive who could ever be worthy of my daughter impulse, hoped that Hermione would be in as happy and enjoyable a relationship as he was.

Vincent made his way to the location and dropped the paralyzed but barely alive man there. As he was unable to be moved, the man was quickly eaten alive by the pigs. For a moment he wished that they could have buried the man alive with maggots and the like to feast on him, but that would have raised chances of him surviving. He did have a very passionate woman to get back to and as the owner appreciated some extra feed for his animals there was little worry. He knew the man did the same when he got rid of his own loose ends, but as neither infringed on the others interests they were happily coinciding. He even recalled helping a few yardies fake some bodies for the man. He was a bit brutal but they both knew better than to do anything to get in the man's debt.



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