Tansy was quite different from her brothers, Theseus who was very proper and professional, a powerful and well-known auror who held the family name at high standards, then dear sweet Newton (her favorite brother) who was rather reserved and genius, who busied himself with his care for magical creatures and finishing up the book he’d been writing for most of his life. Tansy shared traits with them both she thought but was something else entirely. She had excelled in divination, some would say she had the skills of a true seer, though she preferred using her powers for simple house tricks and palm readings. She had no desire to make a career for her gifts, no desire to do much of anything except live life to it’s fullest, but as of lately she enjoyed spending her time in the company of Credence Barebone, a powerful newly descovered wizard she had met when she accompanied her brother Newt on his trip to New York. Now she served as a sort of tutor to him while Newt worked, but she was much more than that now.

“You know maybe one day you and I can visit my little flat in London,” The girl mused, fingers plucking at the button-shaped golden flowers that grew around her and her companion, “Newt says you’re improving rapidly, says it’s astonishing really, how much you’ve learned and retained since we started the lessons.” Her dark eyes flickered up to meet his, smiling softly when he turned his gaze away from her. It didn’t bother her any longer, she understood how hard it was for him, but along with his magic, Credence had improved quite a bit socially as well.

The redhead giggled, leaning forward now, resting her hands on his thighs gently and pressing a soft, sweet kiss to the boy’s mouth, nuzzling his nose when she pulled away, “Wouldn’t that be fun? We could even go to Diagon alley again,” Tansy smiled brightly, staying very close to him, a hand leaving his thigh to tuck a few loose curls behind her ear, “Maybe we can even get you a broom and practice flying.”

All her life, Sherri Valance had been good. She got good grades, she was captain of the cheer squad, she was in all honors classes, she was dating the pretty soc with a future full ride to whatever college he pleased, but she wasn’t truly happy. She lived her life in accordance to how she believed her parents would want, doing what she thought would get their attention. When Cherry realized that just wasn’t going to happen, it was too late to really break her habits. It wasn’t until she met Dally Winston that she realized there was much more to life than school, cheer, and Bobby. 

Dally was like bitter coffee in the morning, a shot of whiskey with no chaser. He’d sooner throw a punch than talk through an issue, and he was everything Cherry was always taught to stay away from. Perhaps that’s why when he came up to her that night at the drive-in, despite her best efforts, she was drawn to him. The dangerous glint in his eye, the smell of cigarette smoke clinging to the leather of his jacket, the brazen way he touched and flirted with her, all of it drew Cherry in like a moth to a flame. She lost the game before it began and when Dally set his sights on her, she was his. Everything she thought she wanted, shifted as quickly as the tide once Dally strolled into her life all mischievous smiles and bloodied knuckles.

                              “I hope I never see him again, if I do I’ll probably fall in love with him.”

The words had been said in jest to her best friend, a rowdy brunette that was a greaser in every way but name. They shared a laugh but Cherry kept to her word. She was lost to Dally as soon as he strolled up to her in the library, and the moment his lips met hers in the diner? Cherry was in love. She’d yet to admit it to him, to herself even, but she was irrevocably in love with Dallas Winston. Maybe that’s why now, as she worked in the library putting books back on the shelves, ignoring Dally as he trailed behind her, touching and kissing and distracting her in ways that set her body aflame, she wasn’t the least bit bothered. When Bobby had tried to do the same, Cherry had chewed him out so bad that he hadn’t come back for a second try. Dally, though, Dally was persistent. 

“Dally!” The name fell from her lips in a loud whisper, accompanied by a giggle that only he seemed to draw from her. Ribbons of red twisted around his finger as he toyed with her hair, a Chesire grin replacing his usual scowl as he pressed her up against the side of the bookshelf. “Dally I’m workin’,” she whined, though her eager lips continued to press to his as he leaned in to kiss her. Petite hands moved to his chest, pressing lightly against him so he would pull back, a fond smile spreading along her crimson painted lips. “You’re distractin’ me.”

He didn’t know what love was. He had never seen in personally, he didn’t grow up with a father who loved him, taught him how to play ball, taught him how to change the oil of his truck… his mom wasn’t in heels and pearls and loving her life, she didn’t make Sunday roasts and she didn’t pinch his cheek and send him off to school with a bagged lunch. His idea of love was a six case of beer, a broken condom, and a squeaky hotel bed. Despite the stereotype, his father was the one who stuck around, and his mother was the one who left town, Dally didn’t even have a picture of her to know what she looked like… and his father wasn’t much of the sharing time, some days Dally figured he’d forget his mother’s name.

Love wasn’t real. It was all corporate bullshit that the media put out on a special day to make stupid girls swoon and flip their skirts up in hopes the boy pile-driving them would buy them roses on that special day. But for some reason Cherry made him actually wanna give into that bullshit. Roses, chocolates, diamonds, everything cliché that was meant to be given to the girl of his dreams was something he wanted, he wanted to spoil her, to make her feel loved, to let her know that despite what others might say, Dally loved her, more than anything, more than he understood.

Often he found himself sneaking into the library despite the previous banning that had been placed on him, he couldn’t help himself, he couldn’t stay away from his girl… it was hard enough getting to meet up with her, her coming to his place wasn’t safe, and him going there raised to much trouble… so sneaking around in the public library was their only place, and he honestly didn’t mind it too much.

He stood behind her, watching as she put book after book away, her eyes scanning shelves in complete concentration, though he broke that when he threaded his fingers through her fiery curls, shushing her when she exclaimed, leaning in to kiss the base of her neck, nuzzling against her skin and humming when she murmured she was working, his mouth moving to find hers, soft and sweet and warm… everything he loved about her started there. Her lips painted cherry red to match her name, and her beauty spread from there all the way down to her cherry red painted toes as well. She was his beautiful girl and he couldn’t get enough of her.

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The second whip came with more force, snow white skin being painted blue and purple as she strained against her cuffs, another cry falling from her bit swollen lips. “Two!” She sobbed the word, the ache between her legs growing despite the pain she felt from the lashes. Vee’s gentle hand came to stroke her, soothing the heated skin after each lash while she praised the sobbing beauty queen. Manicured nails trailed feather-light over the red marks between her legs, making Tessa let out a soft cry as the skin pulsed in protest at the touch. Vee didn’t seem to care much, or she was enjoying her cries far too much, to realize her gentle strokes felt like torture against Tessa’s increasingly pained pussy. It wasn’t like Tessa didn’t know why the petite blonde wouldn’t enjoy inflicting this pain on her, listening to her cries and laughing that crazed little giggle of hers whenever Tessa sobbed out a number for her. She wasn’t the kindest friend or person in general. Her cold demeanor and venomous tongue had caused Vee’s tears more times than she could count on both hands.

It was why now, with that Harley Quinn grin spreading over her lips before the sixth lash came down hard on Tessa, she could tell she was in for more than she had anticipated. A hoarse cry and weak strain against her binds left Tessa almost breathless as the count left her mouth in a nearly incomprehensible quiver. The tiny Tinkerbell’s fingers brought out more protesting cries, though Tessa wouldn’t dare tell her to stop. Her thigh trembled under the silky softness of Vee’s hand before she moved it away, fingers stroking down her folds and thumbs spreading her open as gently as one would the petals of a flower. Tessa’s chest heaved with her shaking breaths, and she absently thought of what a vision they must be in this moment. Vee in all her curvaceous glory, ribbons of sunlight blonde cascading down her back while expert fingers stroked and teased Tessa underneath her, Tessa’s own moonlight white skin streaked by silver shadows, arctic eyes rimmed red as tears streaked down crimson flushed cheeks. If she didn’t love the pain so much Tessa thinks she would have loved to be a spectator.

“I’m learning,” she cries, bruised wrists aching more with each tug against the worn leather. She’d been trying in vain from the second lash to press her thighs together in a sad attempt at self-preservation, her body’s instinctive way to defend such a tender area that was now pulsing with pain and dripping with pleasure. “I’m sorry Dr. McDonnell,” she sobbed, tears dripping down to the dips of her collarbones. The seventh lash came down harder than the ones before, Tessa unable to hold back the scream that ripped from her throat. She swore she felt that one go through her whole body, cuffs rattling the flimsy bars that held them in place as she jerked. “Sev-Seven,” she stutters out, word thick and breaths shaky. She knew she must have been red and swollen, but still Vee dragged her manicured finger down Tessa’s slit, ripping another broken cry from her hoarse throat as her hips trembled under the touch. She bit her tongue, the cry for Vee to stop resting just at the tip of it, pressing against the back of her teeth until she swallowed it back down, determined to take whatever punishment Vee chose to give her.

It was really just all fun and games, Vee loved the way Tessa whimpered and squirmed after every whip from the folded belt. The girl was nothing but a sobbing mess when the petite blonde finally reached nine whips, her face flushed and her icy blue eyes bright as she looked at her best friend, biting her tongue to keep from begging for Vivian to stop. She still had half the mine to add more, but when her eyes fell to the puffy and reddened skin between Tessa’s legs she couldn’t bear the thought of not getting to taste. Carefully, Vivian dragged her index finger along Tessa’s slit, letting out a breathy little moan when she felt how soaked the girl had become because of all the abuse, a girlish giggle leaving her lips.

“You’ve got one more lick left to get baby girl,” Vee cooed at her, spreading her carefully, watching the girls thighs shake as the other teased her clit with her thumb in a brief touch, stepping between her legs now, “Do you think you can take one more baby?” Vivian’s verdant eyes meeting Tessa’s teary ones, “Or should I just leave you here for the nurses to take care of?” She sighed sadly, her head shaking as Tessa begged her for one more lick, promising to be good, swearing she would and the blonde hummed in approval, her head nodding as she smiled.

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Tessa worried her lower lip with her teeth, a scar of white formed against plush pink as Vee ignored her question for the moment, choosing instead to take on the persona of a doctor. The Irish lilt in her voice made Tessa shiver, her face, neck, and chest flushing crimson as Vee spoke, her nails dragging down the silky soft skin of her thigh. Thin, red trails marked her nearly snow white skin, the raven-haired pageant queen groaning quietly. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, voice taking on an innocent tinge. “I don’t mean to be a bad girl,” she says, shifting her body, cast in a silver glow from the moonlight. “I just get these urges between my legs,” she whimpers, watching Vee’s emerald hues drift down to the wetness at the apex of her thighs. “And I just can’t stop the boys from curing me,” she says, voice almost ashamed as she fell into the role Vee wanted her to play with ease.

Momentarily distracted, Tessa glanced over to where Asher and Ford were watching them, teeth biting into the soft flesh of her lower lip, pinpricks of red forming around the blunt edge before Vee speaks again. The beauty queen turned back to her best friend, the Tinkerbell of a girl sliding her hand over the black leather of Asher’s belt. Her words alone almost made Tessa moan. Before Asher, Tessa had only been with boys that used her as a breathing version of the sock they usually used. It never lasted long enough for her to cum, or for her to even realize what she enjoyed done to her. It was only when she began sleeping with Asher, and subsequently Vee, that she realized she absolutely loved having no control. A submissive masochist, Ford called it. Vee was one too, she had told her excitedly over a cup of tea as though it was a simple conversation about the weather. 

Tessa’s arctic blue eyes met Vee’s vibrant green, nodding quickly as she told her what she was going to do, what she wanted from Tessa, and what would happen if Tessa didn’t do as she was told. “Yes,” she breathed, eagerly anticipating what was to come. Vee’s gentle fingertips trailed over her soft folds, almost as an apology for what she was about to do. Tessa let out a shaky breath, body tensing slightly as she waited. When she felt the first snap of the leather against her skin, she couldn’t contain her yelp and the jerk of her hips, her wrists and legs straining against the cuffs that held her in place. Letting out a shaky breath, eyes already stinging with the threat of tears, she let the first count fall from her lips in a barely audible whimper. “One.”

Causing pain wasn’t something Vee often fantasized about, she much would rather receive it. She lived for the times Ford would put on the persona of a stranger, sneaking into her bedroom at late hours only to abuse her and force himself on her, leaving her spent, sore, and sobbing. It was her favorite thing they did together. Here now though, she held the leather belt in her hand, there were no boys toying with her and forcing her, simply Vee’s curiosity on how Tessa would react when she hit her. Vee let her eyes roam again, fingers sliding over the damp folds between Tessa’s legs, cooing a little when the girl made a pretty sound, “This is going to hurt princess,” She whispered to her, folding the belt over itself so the leather would be thicker, “I’m sorry.”

She didn’t wait, simply sliding her hand onto the inside of Tessa’s thigh as she brought her arm back just a little, and let the leather strap fly through the air, a loud smacking sound filling her ears and Tessa’s shout. She coos at her some, eyes falling on Tessa’s face as she murmured one, tsking the girl just a bit as she rubbed between her legs just a little, soothing the stinging she was sure the girl felt, “You’ll have to be louder than that love.” She warned her, her thumb just barely brushing over the other’s clit, before she moved her hand back to her thigh, and smacked again, with more force this time, causing her snowy friend to cry out louder, muttering two in almost a sob, Vee smiling devilishly as she moved her hand to stroke the girl again, “That’s good princess, you’ve only got eight more now, be very good and say the number loud and clear for the nurses.”

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Tessa bit her lip as Vee came to a stop in front of her, emerald eyes traveling over her exposed body. Vee’s gaze alone almost left her breathless. Vee was the epitome of beauty for Tessa with her soft skin and golden hair. Her pouted lips always left Tessa dazed when they pressed to her, her soft skin against her own leaving her buzzing. For many people, Tessa included, Vee’s curves and soft voice were nothing short of perfection, and to have her looking at Tessa with such a hungry gaze made her entire body heat up. She giggled softly as Vee’s hand trailed up her calf, eyes bright as Vee looked to Asher, tugging his belt. From the side like this, Tessa couldn’t see much but she was sure that Vee was giving him those wide Bambi eyes that could start a war if used on the right men. 

For his part, Asher didn’t look too affected, and Tessa was unsure whether to be relieved or offended on behalf of her best friend. She would go with the former. While he was unaffected, he let Vee take his belt, Tessa’s curiosity spiking as the doll of a girl turned to her with bright, mischievous eyes. Tessa thinks that if she were clothed, she would still feel entirely naked under Vee’s gaze. She just had a way about her that made Tessa feel entirely vulnerable, and not even in a sexual sense, though she seemed to do that too. “What are you doing with that?” Her tone was curious as her boyfriend walked over to the side of the bedroom where Ford sat, eyes coming back to Vee when she felt her touch, the belt held in her hands. “Vee?”

Asher’s apathetic gaze was something the tiny girl was used to, her eyes rolling some as she undid the boy’s belt, and pulled it from the loops of his jeans, waving him off once she’d gathered the leather up in her hands and turned to her porcelain friend. Vee watched Tessa for the moment, her friend confused and intrigued, her tiny body perfect and bare to her and the boys watching from the side of the room. Vee had a flare for theatrics, something she’d learned from her mother, and the thought of Tessa being so... limited in movement and choice made her blood pump even hotter. “Your nurse told me you’ve been awfully bad Miss. Reed,” Vivian spoke in a soft and serious tone, her words accented as she gave Tessa a sympathetic look, “And as your doctor, I simply cannot let that slide without you being punished.” Her lips quirked just a bit, doing her best to hide her amusement as she slid her hand along Tessa’s thigh, long and baby pink painted nails leaving little red streaks on her skin as they went, you understand that, don’t you? That you’re a very bad girl who deserves to be punished?”

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Tessa giggled as Asher kissed her, hand in her hair tangled tight between her raven tresses. She moaned into his mouth as he pressed up against her, the edge of the bed pressing into her lower back. The asylum was littered with rooms, each of them holding a variety of different things once used when the asylum was a running facility. This room in particular held Asher’s favorite instrument, a reclining single bed with straps for her ankles and wrists. At times, he liked to bring her up and strap her down, leaving her vulnerable to him for as long as he pleased. It was one of her favorite things, and she could never understand why. Helpless to what he wanted, being brought so much pleasure it was almost painful, the mere thought of it caused dampness to form between her legs.

When Asher pushed her to lay back, she did so eagerly, grinning as he gripped her jaw and kissed her before pulling back, hands sliding to her panties to pull them down her legs and off her body. She grins, a giggle escaping her as he pushes her arms down, pushing her wrists into the open cuffs and strapping her in. She was so lost in him that she almost didn’t notice Vee and Ford had stumbled upon them until she heard Vee squeal, making Tessa look towards her petite friend. She smiled brightly when she spotted her, golden ribbons of hair curled down over her shoulders, pouted lips pulled into a grin, bright green eyes shining as she bounced over to them with no regard to the position Tessa was currently in, Asher unbothered as he strapped down her ankles once her legs were spread.

Trips to asylum used to bring fear into her heart, Vee had hated the dreary place. Full of drunken people of all ages, not caring about their behavior or their actions, full of awful spirits she was sure from all the horrible things that had happened over the years in the dreadful place. But after the first few trips, after Ford had really showed her what the Asylum was really like she loved it. She loved the people, the environment, she loved getting to sneak off with ford where no one would hear their sounds, where she could give into her deepest needs and not feel like she was being sinful because of them. Ford was dragging her through the hall on the second floor, hoping to get her into one of the rooms with the straps on the bed, the torture rooms. She heard her boyfriend’s soft grown when he opened the door to his favored room, peeking in from behind him and spotting Tessa first, her tiny body strapped down to the bed, completely bare.