I am Peter Pettigrew

Ok everyone I've read the reviews and comments about the MC being a R***** and P********. I obviously agree with those sentiments but I'm trying to write a hedonistic evil MC, worst of the worst.

Maybe I'm going a bit too far with his actions and could tone it down a bit. Please tell.

WARNING - WARNING - WARNING

This chapter is 100% smut, maybe even calling it smut is not enough. It is very dark and disturbing. Despite everything I have written until now it was even a bit disturbing for me.

Fair warning for everyone. You can skip this chapter and go straight to Chapter 17, won't have any problem understanding the story.

Disclaimer :- I didn't write this chapter, it was copied/inspired by a short story I read on literotica-.-com

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I take her hand and bring her to my private quarters and into my room. I discreetly steal her wand and hide it.

I pulled her onto my lap and began to kiss her, heedless of the tears running down her face. She put her palms against my chest, seeking to push me away, but I caught her wrists in my hands and wrenched them behind her back.

"Normally I dislike cliche," I hissed, "but sometimes cliches are the perfect way to convey meaning. All I will say now is that the more unco-operative you are the harder you will make it on yourself. I am going to use your body in whichever ways pleases me, and you can give it to me - or I can take it by force. Utter compliance is all I ask."

I lick her cheek like an overenthusiastic Labrador, leaving a trail of my saliva where her tear tracks had been.

Elara shrugged, defeated. "OK," she said, with a notable lack of enthusiasm, "Where do you want me?" and undressed in silence.

I push her back, spreadeagled on the bed and opened the wardrobe door. Quickly locating my ties and pulled four off the hanger, using them to tie her wrists and ankles to the wooden bedframe. I also took out my trusty magic suppressing shackles and bound her.

Helpless, Elara had begun to cry again as I stripped off my clothes.

I straddle her limp body and start to suck and bite on her nipples until, against her will, they grow and stiffen. I stroke her cold cheek, while twirling my wand in my hand.

I just recently learned how to make magical portraits. Their are levels to it, like the ones you can talk to are very complex but making simple moving images, like live images in modern phones is really easy.

I stroked my rigid cock absent-mindedly and rest it on Elara's cheek waving my wand to snap a photo of her pretty face with tragic, wet eyes.

A paper placed on the desk develops into the image of my cock resting on her face. Satisfied, I shuffle up her body and say, "OK, pretty little pig, suck me off, and make it good."

Elara, sobbing, tried her best to bring me off quickly. My cock must taste stale and musty, I am yet to take a shower today. She closed her eyes tight, struggling to suck, sob and breathe at the same time.

Tears leaked from the corners of her closed eyelids as she slurped on the unwanted intruder. I was bent over her, my hands entwined in her blonde hair, thrusting into her throat and laughing when she gagged and spluttered.

She knew I was getting close when my breath became ragged. Suddenly, I pulled out from her mouth, wrenched the knots around her wrists loose and pulled her upper body upright.

I placed her palms on my fuzzy, rough-skinned buttocks and thrust even more brutally into her stretched mouth. Elara sucked and licked in a frenzy, desperate to finish this, and at last I snapped:

"Hold it in your mouth!" and released a watery load of cum into her.

She struggled with the instinct to spit it out and avoid choking. I grasped a handful of her hair again and wrenched her head back sharply so her mouth fell open. I waved my wand again and snapped another picture.

I admire the photo for a second before putting a hand under her chin and the other on the crown of her head, prompting her to close her mouth. Then I held her nose and ordered, "Swallow."

Obediently, crying harder, Elara did as she was bid and slumped back on the pillows.

I looked at her thoughtfully, assessing the degree of her capitulation. Clearly deciding she was still not quite broken, I retied her wrists.

Elara closed her eyes and prayed silently that that was the end of her ordeal - at the same time, uncomfortably aware that any higher being was unlikely to be on her side.

I got up and went to my office, getting a tray of tea and biscuits which the house elves always left on my desk. When I returned Elara turned her face away. "Come on, sweetheart," I coaxed her. "I'm not done with you yet: not by a long way. You need to keep up your strength."

I released the bonds around her wrists again and waited as she rubbed at the red welts left by the ties and the feeling gradually returned to her numb hands. I passed her a cup of tea and she sipped sulkily.

"In time," I said, reasonably, "you will realise it is easier to relax and enjoy yourself. In future, I might not have to restrain you at all."

She stared at me horror (in future?) and spat, "Enjoy myself? Like that's ever going to happen!"

I looked pointedly at her breasts and she followed my gaze. Her nipples were still red and hugely engorged. Then I ran a hand over her taut belly and slipped a finger between her legs. I held it up to her face so she could see the juices coating it. "Your body seems to disagree, little pig."

She stopped arguing.

By the time she had finished her drink and reluctantly eaten three biscuits, My cock was beginning to stir again. I saw her looking and laughed, abruptly jabbing her in the sternum with the heel of my hand to force her to lie down.

I turned her onto her belly, her legs still tied so her body twisted uncomfortably, before re-tying her wrists and then releasing and re-securing her ankles.

I propped pillows beneath her hips, caressing her smooth, firm buttocks, pulling them apart and running my tongue from her perineum to her coccyx, dipping into and circling her anus as she went.

Elara whimpered.

"Fortunately for your boyfriend," I said, conversationally, "I am not in the mood of anal right now. I thought when I would see yours I might be tempted to take it, if only to ruin it for him, but pretty though it is it really doesn't interest me right now."

She is going out with one of the 5th year boys in her house, a year below her. A smile comes to my face when I think about him being unaware about what is happening to his girlfriend.

I climb between her legs and hold onto her elevated hips. Then, without warning, I ram my cock balls-deep into her pussy. Elara shrieked and writhed. Although no one would be able to hear her, I had still placed noise cancelling and proximity sensing wards around my living quarters.

I held her still and gave a series of almost imperceptible little thrusts, pulling out by only a centimetre and grinding against her.

I reach below her to cup her hanging breasts in my cold hands. Then I eased my dick out of her passage until only my glans remained inside her, stilled as she panted beneath me, and slammed back into her again.

This motion I repeated again and again. Elara was no longer squealing, but grinding back against me. I picked up my wand and cast another charm,  this would make a longer video like picture.

"You like that, don't you, little pig?" I crooned.

She made no reply, so I slapped her left buttock with a stinging crack. She yelped but continued to grind her hips against me.

"Well, little pig?"

Elara cried out, "I'm cumming!"

Her body went rigid and she was unmoving for several seconds before collapsing onto the bed, gasping and panting, as I continued to piston into her.

She thrashed and wriggled, her clit on fire, trying to get free but my weight held her down as I thrust four more times and then cried out in my own orgasm. I flopped heavily onto her, muffling her whimpers, and was quite still.

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Eventually, my flaccid cock slipped from Elara's slippery vagina and flopped wetly onto her thigh. I rolled away from her and began softly stroking her sweat-matted hair.

"You enjoyed that, little pig," I said, with satisfaction.

Elara was silent.

I untied her wrists and ankles and rolled her unresponsive body onto its back. Her chest, cheeks and belly were stippled with a scarlet, post-coital rash. Her makeup was streaking her face. Her hair was in rat's tails. She was a mess.

I took some shots for my personal collection before parting her legs and pushing her knees up towards the headboard. I focused on her puffy red labia and then with some difficulty inserted a forefinger into her pussy. As I withdrew it, a large glob of spunk oozed from her. I laughed and snapped another picture.

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While I had been pleased by her climax, I was paradoxically unsatisfied. I wanted to see her beg. Her response showed that in time she probably would beg me to fuck her, but that wasn't going to happen today. I would have to settle for her begging me to stop.

Once again, I tethered her and strolled naked across the room. I enter the washroom and open the glass cabinet to withdraw a bottle of lubricant.

By the time I returned to the bedroom I was already slathering it over my fingers, wrist and forearm to my elbow.

Elara stared and I got what I had longed for. She began to beg. "No, no, you can't mean to . . . No, please, please don't . . ." She pulled at her restraints, bucking, sobbing and thrashing, but I excelled at knots with all my practice and her bindings just grew tighter.

She layed back, catching her breath, scalding tears coursing down her face, and I poured more lubricant between her legs. "No," she sobbed. "Please, Professor Pettigrew-"

I put my face close to hers and say softly, "Relax."

I move between her legs again as she continued to wrench at her bonds and held her down with a heavy hand on her solar plexus.

Gently, I slid an exploratory forefinger into her swollen pussy and poked around inside her, searching for her G spot.

She gasped as I pumped the finger in and out of her. I leaned forward and kissed her contorted mouth. "Here we go little pig."

A second finger joined the first and her natural juices flowed over my wrist. Then I introduced a third and a fourth.

I wriggled them inside her, stretching out her tight vaginal walls and she began to cry in earnest, her words now an incoherent babble as she implored me not to destroy her cunt.

This time, as I withdrew my hand I bunched my fingertips together, tucked in my thumb and began very slowly to force my hand into her.

Elara emitted a high-pitched, unearthly wail. I pulled my hand out angrily, with a good deal less care than I had inserted it. I slapped her wet face and whisper into her ear, "Relax or it will only hurt more"

I grab a fifth tie from my closet and forced it into her mouth.

Her wide eyes were swimming with tears. In exasperation, I reach for one more tie and blindfold her.

I stood back and admired the sight: my pretty, slutty student tied, gagged, blindfold, terrified and completely at my mercy.

I squirted more lubricant over my hand and arm and her unwelcoming cunt and resumed my destruction of her.

Her hips bucked but she couldn't evade me and my hand gradually disappeared inside her.

I was reminded of veterinary TV shows and giggled. I snapped a photo of Elara's body impaled on my fist and pushed further inside her until her pelvis could open up no more.

Sadistically, I began to spread my fingers inside her. Even around the fabric in her mouth I could discern her ear splitting scream as her vaginal walls pushed back against me but I persisted.

I pulsed my fist inside for a further minute when she suddenly went silent and limp. She had lost consciousness.

It was no easy matter withdrawing my hand. Her pussy was in spasm, clenched tight on my wrist, and I thought I felt the tearing of tissue as I wrenched my fist out of her.

I photographed her limp body.

I carefully soaped my arm, switched on the shower full blast and levitated Elara's inert body through to the bathroom, bundling her into the shower cubicle.

She came to life again below the jet of water, spluttering and coughing. I lifted her out again, wrapped her in a towel and dumped her on the bed.

"See you tomorrow, little pig," I say as I point my wand at her.

"Obliviate"

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