Harry Potter TK: XII

Harry Potter TK: XII

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Pansy Parkinson was in an unenviable position, as she saw the blood dripping from the Robin girl's temple. Professor Carrow wouldn't care that much that they killed a student, would they? I mean, she wasn't anyone important really…

"I didn't know they would be a chandelier up there! It's not my fault! It came out of nowhere!" Milly protested, looking upset with herself.

"I think she'll be okay, actually. Tis just a scratch, or a flesh wound, errr, I think," Daphne said, crouching down, peering at the wound and waving her wand and murmuring a Healing Charm.

"Lovely. Then can we get the bleeding, probably-going-to-be-conscious-soon girl out of the corridors now?"

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Demelza Robins was in an unenviable position, as she woke up blindfolded, feet trapped in stocks with her arms stretched and a bizarre throbbing in her head that made her dizzy the more she tried to think. After trying in vain to remove her shackles, she heard a girlish voice greet her, and the echoing of footsteps around her.

"Hey, Demelzy... Wakey, wakey..."

Demelza didn't recognize the voice but it certainly didn't sound of the agreeable sort.

"Who's there?" she called out fearfully. She could hear a smattering of laughter.

"Just a certain party that takes Quidditch a bit more seriously than it should," said the voice said again, hovering around her ear.

"Q-Quidditch? What do you want? Let me out of here! I don't know anything!" Demelza said, squirming.

"Whatever happened to Gryffindor courage? Haha, you look tense, Demelzy, we'll help you loosen up."

On the word "loosen" Demelza suddenly felt a finger casually stroke across her abdomen, making her flinch, and then another sharp fingernail lightly grazing her underarm, making her bounce slightly in her seat. She felt more probing fingers, a finger poking at her tummy, a hand goosing her side, Demelza couldn't help giggling as she, blindfolded, had no way of anticipating where these random attacks would strike next. It wasn't until a sharp fingernail scratched its way up the arch of her left foot that she let out an honest guffaw and then a hearty laugh as it was repeated on the other foot.
The teasing tickles briefly stopped as the shrill voice, the first voice spoke again. "Looks like I win our little wager, ladies. A Quidditch player would obviously have sensitive feet, they don't do as much walking, am I right, Demelzy?"

Demelza didn't really know what to say aside from a confused and flat, "What?"

"I'll tell you what," the shrill voice spoke again, Demelza could hear the voice moving down to where her stocked feet were. Demelza tried to sit up a bit and opened her mouth again, only to clamp it shut when she felt ten fingers, well they felt more like talons,  prang into her socked feet. Demelza didn't dare move, she heard another voice, this one around her left ear teasingly say how they were going to see just how ticklish her feet really were, something Demelza had no interest in finding out.

The first voice then spoke again, "Okay, here are the rules, I'll just use two fingers, but if you laugh, then I use ten. Here we go," the voice said evilly, authoritatively, cracking her knuckles. Demelza gasped as she suddenly felt just one finger on each foot, slowly manoeuvring. She tried to hold it in, as she felt it make figure eights and circles, the sharp fingernails scratching into the soles of her feet. Demelza tensed up, clenching her toes as she felt the ticklish sensations going up her body. She thought she was doing rather well, she had endured for at least a minute, and the closest thing to a laugh was when she let out a quick gasp when the tracing fingers glanced across a particularly sensitive spot on the ball of her foot. But then, her torturees did something Demelza didn't see coming. They cheated. The young chaser shuddered in place as she suddenly felt a pair of wiggling fingers teasingly stroke against her underarms. Demelza stifled a squeal as the girl at her feet casually brushed a finger across her sweet spot again.

"You were doing so well, so we decided to raise the odds, sweetie," came a voice at her right side, currently lightly tracing two fingers at Demelza's upper ribs. The voice at her left giggled, wiggling a single finger persistently into Demelza's exposed armpit, "Hehe, and if we catch ya giggling, we all use ten fingers." The three way attack rapidly corroded the blindfolded girl's defences, and she burst out with boyish laughter. The ticklees didn't stop immediately, but kept going till the stocked girl was gasping for air, breathless with laughter.

"Ooh, you've done it now," the shrill voice by Demelza's feet said, as the Gryffindor chaser panted for breath. "Now we get to use all ten fingers," cooed the voice right by her right ear, as she felt hands rummaging into her armpits. Demelza again found herself squirming with laughter again, and try as the agile chaser might, for all her skills in dodging bludgers she wouldn't be able to twist her way out of these stocks. Demelza, worn out from her Quidditch practice, soon just laid back and took the teasing tickles, as a pair of taloned hands clawed up and down her feet, as a pair of cold hands goosed her slender sides, and as fingers made circles in the hollows of her underarms.  It had felt like hours since the torment had started, and Demelza still felt so helpless and confused. Thankfully she received a break now and then, and as she caught her breath, she asked her captors croakily, "Why are you doing this?"

"Because we can?" the voice on her right said nastily, before giggling and poking Demelza's stomach, who jumped as she hadn't seen it coming, being blindfolded. The young chaser's face must have shown a lot of fear, because the shrill voice by her feet then said: "Lighten up, Demelzy, we're just joking," as she dragged her long nails up the bottom of Demelza's foot, making the girl yelp.

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Pansy Parkinson was in an enviable position, she smiled as she wiggled her fingers in anticipation. The effect was lost since her victim couldn't actually see it, but the action still instilled a tremendously enjoyable feeling of… superiority. Domination. Besides, who doesn't like to be in charge?

The brown-haired chaser bit her lip cutely and tensed up again, Pansy quietly noted how amusingly enough, the phrase lighten up often caused the opposite to occur. Though in her experience, these were the best times to present deals, if not orders.

"So Demelzy, you're probably wondering why you're here," Pansy said, flexing her fingers in case the young chaser decided to be foolishly defiant, but the girl just nodded. Pansy would laugh out loud if the 'lion-hearted, courageous' Gryffindor gave up after a mere thirty minutes of torment. The tawny-haired chaser probably wasn't even the most sensitive girl Pansy had 'initiated' in the stocks.
Demelza Robins nodded her head and grunted, interrupting Pansy's train of thought.

"Well, Demelzy, here's the thing, as you may recall, there's a big Quidditch match tomorrow."

"You're joking, this is about that?" Demelza exclaimed. Pansy saw one of her friends make a poking gesture towards the chaser, but Pansy waved her off.

"You're going to throw tomorrow's match, drop the quaffle, play bad defence, whatever. Make sure Slytherin wins."

Demelza sneered, "You dirty cheating Slytherin scum, can't even beat us in a fair fight ca-"

"Crucio."

Pansy didn't look up, not even that surprised that Milly had enough of Demelza's attitude. They had set up rules after their disastrous first interrogation and the rules were you could only Crucio the victim twice, and for less than five seconds to be safe. Of course, Demelza didn't need to know that. After the chaser stopped whimpering in pain, Pansy spoke again.

"Do you want another? You have to understand times are changing, Miss Robins, Slytherin is in charge here now."

Milly chuckled, arms crossed. "If we wanted, we could have you here every night."

"And we'd still get away with it," Daphne added smugly. This was somewhat of a bluff, reliant on that Demelza did not know her attackers. Retribution was possible, if Demelza sought the DA's assistance... but well, if that happened, the DA would be playing right into their hands and would have revealed themselves to the very party that was searching for them. The overconfidant Mouse confronting the cat, only to be eaten as a result.

"So, it seems you have a decision to make, Demelzy, do you want this to stop, or do you want more?"

Pansy drew her wand, she had just checked her watch and she could easily spare another twenty minutes and still have time to do her nails. So regardless of the young chaser's answer, she was getting another large dose of tickle torture.

"Well, what's your answer, Demelzy?" Pansy said as she used the tip of her wand to trace up Demelza's socked feet.

"I can't do that to them," was Demelza sad but defiant answer. A very Gryffindor answer, Pansy noted. The sly girl wondered if the idea of simply lying to get out of the torture had even occurred to her.

"You're very loyal to your house, Demelzy, it's admirable, but ultimately foolish," Pansy said, as she gestured to her friends. Demelza, probably anticipating the Cruciatus curse, tensed up but instead, Pansy and her friends murmured "Diffindo," and slowly began pulling away fabric from Demelza's school clothes. From experience, Pansy had learnt that removing things like socks tantalizingly slowly was a great way to increase the tension as the victim lay their waiting, afraid. Soon Demelza's bare feet, underarms and taut torso was exposed to the cool air, and the young chaser shivered a bit.

"Might be the least of your worries, but it's sure going to be fun watching you try to explain to Filch or the Carrows what you were doing so late with such tattered clothes," Pansy's friend teased.

Reading Demelza's mind, Pansy then said, "Oh and we'll be holding onto your wand, you get it back after Slytherin win."

Pansy grinned, seating herself in front of Demelza's pale feet, watching the girl shiver,

"Feeling cold, Demelzy? Don't worry, we'll get you warmed up."

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Demelza Robins was in an enviable position in the school; Solid grades, popular enough to be liked but not envied or hated and deeply enjoying life as one of her house's Quidditch aces. Demelza had always enjoyed flying because of the incredible feeling one gets when the wind flows through one's hair, the wind was always cold, but bracingly so. The draft she felt as she sat there stocked and trapped, was a bone-chillingly cold. She heard the Slytherin girls talking amongst themselves, and she had quickly realized whenever they laughed or giggled at anything, especially the shrill voiced one that appeared to be in charge, bad things happened. She heard them tittering as they heard what sounded like metal toolbox being deposited on a wooden table and then opened and scrambled through. Her mind told her that it could just be another ploy to make her feel frightened, but, Merlin's beard, it was working. She felt a sense of foreboding as she heard the girls footsteps as they returned to their posts, one by her bare feet, one by her left side and the last by her right underarm. She tensed up, filled with trepidation as she braced for another attack. She felt a cold hand grab her big toe and she braced for some evil device to attack her poor feet, but instead it was just a piece of yarn, tying around her big toes. Demelza almost breathed a sigh of relief, but it turned into a gasp as the shrill voiced girl suddenly hissed in her ear, scaring her half to death, "You're probably wondering what we just got out of that box."

Another voice, this one in the scared girl's opposite ear. "Tools."

And on that mark, Demelza suddenly felt three different tools make their mark. There was what felt a lot like the fluffy end of a quill, flittering around her abdomen, feathering along the sides and all over the rib cage, Demelza could feel her tummy spasming as the feathery quill fluttered up and down. Along her feet, Demelza's toes were twisting and curling as the many teeth of a comb made its presence felt. Demelza hadn't really noticed how much of the protection her socks and attire were offering till they had gone, much like she didn't realize how important being able flex her feet away had been till she lost even that method of resistance. The comb at her feet was horrendous, but the toothbrush branded by the shrill voiced girl had to take the cake as being the most torturous implement. That was more a testament to the girl's prowess as a irritant however. The many bristles of the brush were bad enough, scrubbing Demelza's vulnerable underarms with large circular motions, but it was the girl's constant verbal teasing that took the cake.

"Cootchie, cootchie, coo, Demelzy! From the way you're laughing, I can tell this brush makes you happy," she giggled, switching hands so now Demelza had to contend with a brush in her right and scrambling fingers on her left. Demelza thought she was losing her mind as the shrill voiced girl said in a sing-song voice, "It's a happy brush!"

"I have more good news, though, Demelzy," the girl said again, slowing the intensity of her weapon's bristly strikes. Demelza also felt the attacks on her belly and feet slow down to more manageable levels. Demelza tried to catch her breath, but she couldn't help but giggle when the quill dipped into a sensitive crevice or the comb scratched along a tender spot.

"Had enough, Demelzy? Because I am kindly informing you that if you say no, me and the girls shall be rotating. And I speak for all three of us when I say we are very curious to see how that ticklish body of yours responds to our tools."
Demelza couldn't take anymore of this torment, and she realized that even if by some miracle she got out tonight, she'd be right back here the next day unless she gave them what they wanted. She sighed, feeling sweaty and tired and guilty. "No, no" she said quietly, "I'll do what you want."

"You put up a good fight, Demelzy, but we are professionals," said a smug voice and all three Slytherins snickered..

Demelza felt her big toes get untied and she felt a rush of relief. It turned out to be a premature sigh of relief, as just as the young chaser relaxed and audibly breathed an loud sigh, she felt a pair a strong hands grab and hold her toes back. There was a pause as the shrill voiced leader declared: "wanted to give you a taste of what happens if you don't keep to your word." Demelza squealed loudly as she felt the bristly toothbrush vigorously scrub her bare feet. Thankfully the tickling was brief as the shrill voiced girl ended with a flourish dropping the brush and using her fingers to torment Demelza's poor feet. A breathless Demelza then suddenly found her outside the Slytherin common room near the dungeons. Her tattered clothes and her missing wand was the only evidence that she hadn't just had some strange daydream.

"Ugh, if only," Demelza said, trying to dispel the bitter taste of what she had to do tomorrow...

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Pansy Parkinson was in an very enviable position, having put her remaining funding into a 2-to-3 odds victory for Slytherin. Pansy had never been much of a Quidditch fan, but she saw the appeal of gambling as she watched a surprisingly riveting game in which the lead swung back and forth. She was pleased to see a timid and passive Demelza Robins subtly alter the game by just overtly passing the ball, not being aggressive offensively and playing lethargic defence, Pansy was sure to a casual observer, unlike herself who was watching the Gryffindor chaser like a hawk, Demelza Robins just looked like a tired young player who wasn't having a very good game. The final score was 210-90 to Slytherin, though the game was closer than the scores indicated. The next day in the great hall, Pansy noticed a tired-looking Demelza Robins with rings around her eyes. Guilt was so overrated.

Pansy greeted her.

"Morning, Demelzy." Pansy saw the young chaser's eyes widen as she recognized the voice. "Looks like a parcel arrived for you," Pansy said plainly, pointing up and then walked away, golden coins jingling in her pocket, amused by Demelza's bemused and angry expression on her face.

It was good to be Pansy Parkinson right now.

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