In the great hall of Blackfeather Manor, Katherine was curled up on the cold marble floor, her naked body trembling slightly in the chill. Her lips moved, and faint, broken sounds echoed in the vast hall: "Don't kill me... don't kill me..."
Jerry slowly walked back to Katherine, his gaze as calm as a frozen lake, utterly impassive. He pulled a few items from his robe and tossed them casually in front of her.
A black magical collar, etched with ancient runes, emitting a faint, eerie glow.
A small, rounded purple object, smooth-surfaced, with two protruding spheres at the tip and a slender wire attached to the tail.
And a neatly folded, ink-black, rubber-like catsuit that shimmered with a strange sheen.
The three items landed abruptly on the cold floor before her.
Next, Jerry drew a dagger from his sleeve. The cold blade traced an arc in the air before plunging straight into the marble floor beside Katherine's foot, the hilt still vibrating slightly.
"I need a maid." Jerry's voice was cold and steady, devoid of emotion. "Or you can kill yourself. I'll scatter your ashes into the sea. Don't thank me, the castle toilet flushes directly into the ocean."
Katherine's pupils contracted violently. She stared stiffly at the items on the ground. The dagger's tip pointed at her, carrying the cold finality of death. Her gaze flickered between the collar, the egg-shaped object, and the rubber suit, finally fixating on the sharp blade. The threat of death, combined with these objects symbolizing utter submission and humiliation, plunged her mind into chaos.
Her body's tremors intensified, her teeth chattering with a faint clicking sound.
Katherine's hands shook like leaves in the wind. She reached out, her fingertips touching the cold magical collar. The metallic feel sent a shudder through her. She lowered her head, her long blonde hair covering most of her face, revealing only her tightly bitten lower lip and the veins bulging in her neck from fear. Her fingers fumbled clumsily with the collar's clasp, failing to secure it several times. The uncontrolled trembling made every attempt a fresh wave of shame.
Finally, with a soft click, the black collar fastened tightly around her slender neck, the cold touch instantly reminding her of her status and predicament.
Next, her hand trembled as it reached for the small purple object. The smooth rubber material, cool to the touch, shifted restlessly in her fingertips. Katherine's cheeks flushed with an unnatural color; she could feel Jerry's icy gaze constantly on her.
She gripped the purple device, her knuckles white from the pressure. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as if preparing for a monumental decision. Then, with a self-destructive resolve, her hand slowly reached toward her lower body. Her body stiffened with shame. But eventually, the smooth object was slowly, piece by piece, inserted into her moist, tight core.
The cold foreign sensation sent a violent shudder through her body; a physiological thrill traveled from her inner thighs all the way to her spine. Her fingertips were slick with her own secretions and the cool touch of the purple device.
Katherine opened her eyes, swollen and teary, her cheeks burning hot. She lowered her head again, unable to meet Jerry's gaze, collapsing weakly onto the floor, as if her skeleton had been removed. The black collar encircled her pale neck, and deep within her body, the forcibly inserted purple toy was hidden. At this moment, she was like a beast stripped of all its claws and teeth, left only with humiliation and numbness.
A subtle curve twitched at Jerry's lips, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.
"Very good," he said softly, his voice like a proclamation, yet also like a reward.
In Jerry's mind, cold text silently appeared:
Side Quest 1: Taming of the Little Wildcat Prequel... Completed.
Reward Issued: Family Prestige +20, Galleons +200, 'Allure (Initial)' experience injected.
Jerry's gaze fell on Katherine, who was still huddled on the floor, her body subtly spasming from the recent ordeal. He stepped forward, pulled her to her feet, led her through the gloomy corridor, and opened a bedroom door. The room was lavishly decorated with soft carpets and an ornate four-poster bed, a stark contrast to her current naked and humble state.
"Go clean yourself up," Jerry pushed her inside, his voice flat. "Put this on, and then come find me in the kitchen."
With that, he turned and left, his footsteps gradually receding down the corridor.
Not long after, a sticky "creak, creak" sound came down the hallway. Katherine's figure appeared at the kitchen entrance. The ink-black catsuit tightly encased every inch of her skin, mercilessly binding and squeezing her curves. Her full breasts were pressed into a tempting curve, and her hips were clearly delineated; with every step, the two soft, full cheeks swayed slightly beneath the rubber.
Even more noticeable was a thin, white antenna extending from a seam below her abdomen, gently swaying with her movement.
Jerry was leaning against the counter. He glanced at the wall clock. Nearly half an hour had passed. His eyebrow twitched, and he gave a casual wave. A magical fluctuation spread out.
The purple object deep inside Katherine's body instantly began to operate at a frantic frequency.
"Ah... ugh!" A distorted cry of anguish escaped Katherine's throat. Her legs weakened, and she collapsed forward onto her knees, bracing herself on the cold floor with her hands. Her waist involuntarily arched, and the muscles in her abdomen and legs spasmed in waves, her body beneath the rubber suit twisting into a strange posture. The high-pitched buzzing from within her body, muffled by the tight suit, sounded exceptionally clear.
A warm liquid surged from deep between her thighs, trailing down the inside of the rubber suit pressed against her legs, forming a small pool of clear fluid on the floor.
Jerry looked down at Katherine, who was kneeling and sprawled on the ground, her body still twitching slightly. The wet stain was conspicuously noticeable on the floor. He walked over, looked down at her, and said flatly, "It took too long. Learn your lesson. The next punishment won't be so simple."
Ignoring her, he walked to the counter and carried several plates of exotic-smelling Chinese dishes to the dining table. The steaming hot food was a sharp contrast to the cold atmosphere in the kitchen.
"Come here. Sit down and eat," he commanded.
Katherine braced herself on the ground and slowly managed to stand up. The rubber suit restricted her joints, making a creak with every movement. The stickiness between her thighs made walking difficult. She shuffled to the dining table and sat stiffly in the chair opposite Jerry.
Jerry handed her a pair of chopsticks and began to eat unhurriedly. Katherine picked up the chopsticks but seemed unsure how to begin eating.
Jerry watched her struggle for a moment, trying to pick up a piece of tofu but failing. He tsked softly. He pulled a roll of parchment from his robe and tossed it onto the table. The parchment automatically unrolled. It was covered with dense, ancient script detailing various clauses.
"This is a contract." Jerry put down his chopsticks and looked at her. "I need a maid. Besides the daily cleaning of the castle, there are some extra clauses. For example, accompanying me to bathe in the summer, or sleeping with me to warm the bed in the winter..." He paused, adding, "In addition, you must take an oath: if the contents of this contract or any information about me are leaked by so much as a fraction, your soul will belong to me forever."
Katherine's gaze fell upon the parchment, her pupils contracting. The hand holding the chopsticks froze in mid-air. A look of hesitation crossed her face.
Jerry noticed her delay, and a cold smile curved his lips. His fingers twitched, and magic surged out again.
"Mmmph!" The purple device inside Katherine's body began to vibrate again, this time at a more frantic frequency. Her abdomen instantly snapped taut again, and she slid off the chair, her legs subconsciously clamping shut in a futile attempt to squeeze the object deeper inside, only making the internal vibration clearer. Beneath the creaking rubber suit, the muscles in her upper thighs could be seen subtly twitching. More liquid seeped from the suit's seams, running down her inner thighs.
While she was helpless against the sudden stimulation, Jerry walked over to her. He held a strangely shaped silicone gag, the front of which was molded to resemble a realistic male member. Jerry pinched her chin, forcing her head up. The silicone gag, with its flesh-colored protrusion, was roughly pushed open by him and shoved hard into her mouth.
Katherine's lips were forced open to their limit. Saliva drooled down the edges of the silicone. The realistic shaft pressed against the base of her tongue, preventing her from making any sound, only allowing muffled, choked sobs to escape her throat.
Tormented by the gag and the internal purple device, tears involuntarily welled up in Katherine's eyes. Jerry looked down at the completely violated Katherine, kneeling on the ground, and asked in a flat tone, "Now, have you decided how you will choose?"
At this moment, Katherine was kneeling shamefully on the cold floor. The ink-black catsuit clung to her every inch of warm skin, revealing her curves without reservation. Her chest was pressed high, and her butt looked even rounder and perkier due to the kneeling posture. The strangely shaped gag was a jarring addition to her body, which constantly spasmed from the internal device. The realistic shaft pushed her lips open and held them high, distorting her otherwise beautiful face. Saliva, mixed with tears, ran down her widely stretched lips, dripping onto the black rubber, then sliding off the suit onto the floor.
She whimpered, looking up at Jerry with tear-soaked blue eyes. Every twitch of her body was a silent plea. Her only reaction was to extend the hand that was relatively free, pointing at the parchment on the table, and then nodding with all her strength.
Jerry pushed the parchment and a quill toward her.
Katherine dragged her convulsing body, leaving a wet trail on the floor, and crawled to the table. She used all her strength to prop up her upper body, picked up the quill, and shakily signed her name at the bottom of the humiliating contract.
The instant she finished the last stroke, the parchment dissolved into countless golden motes of light, like a swarm of flying fireflies. A portion of the lights flew directly into Jerry's chest, while a small fraction burrowed into Katherine's smooth forehead, leaving a faint, almost invisible runic mark before vanishing.
Jerry nodded with satisfaction. He deactivated the purple device's function.
He casually pulled a heavy money pouch from his pocket and tossed it beside Katherine. The Galleons clinked loudly. "That's your salary for this month," Jerry said, his voice revealing no emotion. "I'll be going to Hogwarts soon, and you need to go back to classes too. You'll receive your salary every month, but you must be available whenever I call. Did you hear me?"
Katherine was still reeling from the aftereffects of the recent climax, her breathing ragged, her reaction delayed by a beat.
Jerry's eyebrow arched.
A tingling electric shock surged without warning from deep within Katherine's abdomen, instantly spreading to her limbs. Her body suddenly arched backward, like a caught shrimp, the muscles under the rubber suit contracting uncontrollably. Simultaneously, the gag in her mouth instantly inflated, filling her oral cavity even more completely. The realistic shaft jammed deep into her throat, giving her a sensation bordering on suffocation.
"Wuh... wuwu!" She nodded frantically, her eyes brimming with pleading and terror.
Only then did Jerry wave his hand, returning the object in her mouth and the current in her body to their original state.
Jerry looked at her submissive state and gestured toward the dining table with his chin. "Now, eat!" The command was devoid of emotion, like instructing an object.
Katherine whimpered. Her body, still kneeling on the ground, twitched slightly from the recent aftershocks. She braced herself on her weak arms, dragging her body, tightly encased in the rubber suit, across the floor, leaving a faint wet trail, and laboriously moved back to the chair. With every movement, the rubber suit emitted a revealing, embarrassing creak, creak sound.
She settled back onto the chair. Raising her rubber-encased hand, she awkwardly reached behind her head and released the straps of the gag.
As the realistic shaft was slowly withdrawn from her mouth, a viscous, glistening strand of saliva was stretched from her swollen lips, connecting her mouth to the slick silicone tip. The string of drool stretched thinly in the air before finally breaking. A small drop of transparent liquid dripped onto the rubber suit on her chest, revealing her swollen, moist lips.
Katherine's jaw ached, and her lips trembled slightly, unable to fully close. She cautiously placed the gag, still coated with her saliva, to the side of the table, afraid of displeasing Jerry. Only then did she pick up the pair of chopsticks, which felt somewhat unfamiliar to her.
Katherine's fingers were unstable from the afterglow of climax. She tried several times before finally picking up a piece of meat covered in sauce. When she opened her mouth, she could feel the soreness remaining in her jaw and the inside of her mouth from being stretched open.
She put the piece of meat into her mouth. The temperature and aroma of the food instantly filled her oral cavity. But she could taste almost nothing. She chewed mechanically, her throat uncomfortable from the recent pressure. Swallowing was difficult.
"Is it not good?" Jerry looked at her like this and asked again in a flat tone: "Is it not good?"
The question was like an invisible whip, making Katherine's body flinch. With food still in her mouth, she frantically shook her head. Because the movement was too rushed, her neck made a subtle rubbing sound against the tight rubber suit. She forced the food down her throat. The soreness made her nearly choke, but she still answered urgently, her voice slightly hoarse and subservient:
"No... no, it's delicious, extremely delicious."
Jerry looked at her almost frantic compliance and finally nodded with satisfaction. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up.
"Wash the dishes when you're done." He gestured toward the cutlery on the table, then looked around at the dark corridor outside the kitchen. "You can familiarize yourself with the castle. There's no room you can't enter."
He paused, his gaze returning to Katherine, his voice gaining a warning edge. "However, it's best not to flip through some of the books in the study." He added, his tone as casual as discussing the weather: "Reading too much will make you insane."
As Katherine was forced into compliance, picking up the utensils, Jerry had already turned and walked toward another bathroom located deep within the high tower. The bathtub there was more spacious than the one in Katherine's room, its inner walls lined with dark green marble, and the surrounding walls hung with various magical accessories—necklaces inlaid with different gemstones, subtly glowing rings, and ancient-looking amulets.
As he stepped in, warm steam automatically rose. The magical items, enveloped in the mist, refracted a brilliant, colorful light, adding a strange beauty to the entire space.
Jerry stripped off his clothes and stepped into the tub, his body sinking into the warm water. The current gently wrapped around every inch of his skin. A feeling of warmth and relaxation spread from the inside out. Jerry closed his eyes, gradually entering a meditative state. His thoughts sank like he was submerging into the deep sea, blocking out the outside noise and clamor.
It had been eleven years since he came to this world. Except for the first few months, when he enjoyed brief parental affection, the rest of his memories before the age of four involved living with the woman named "Aunt." Since then, Jerry had lived almost entirely alone in the ancient Blackfeather Manor.
This massive fortress once bustled with over a hundred servants, including more than twenty House Elves. Now, only one maid remained, and she was only just recently recruited.
Thinking of Katherine, Jerry's thoughts returned to the kitchen. Actually, the first thought Jerry had upon bringing the girl into the castle was to kill her. This "little kitty" was indeed beautiful, with an impressive figure and delicate, porcelain-like skin, not a single freckle. But that didn't stop Jerry from making the coldest judgment.
However, on second thought, she was a Slytherin student, an apprentice witch who, in a sense, could be considered his "senior." She might be able to provide him with some assistance in the future at Hogwarts. This thought made Jerry temporarily abandon the idea of killing her. Anyway, as long as she signed that contract, Katherine's life or death was entirely at his whim. Having one more maid to clean wasn't bad, and it would give the castle a bit more life.
Just as this thought was circulating, a few light, hesitant knocks sounded on the intricately carved wooden door of the bathroom. Then, Katherine's faint, slightly trembling voice came from outside the door. She seemed to be carefully forming her words, conveying an unspeakable constraint and anxiety:
"M-Master... do you... need me... to do anything..."
Jerry floated half-submerged in the water, his eyes closed. Hearing her voice, a slight, almost imperceptible curve touched his lips.
"Come in." He replied softly, his voice ethereal in the humid, warm air of the bathroom.
The door creaked open. Katherine, wearing the ink-black catsuit, slowly walked in, emitting steaming moisture and the peculiar smell of rubber. The thin white antenna still hung from below her abdomen, swaying gently as she walked, reminding her of the internal restraints that had not been released. Her face still held a post-bath flush, but her eyes were lowered, afraid to look directly at Jerry immersed in the tub.
"Come here, scrub my back," Jerry commanded. He turned around, exposing his lean back, letting the water droplets slide down his smooth muscle contours.
Katherine stiffened but quickly and obediently walked to the tub. She picked up a soft towel from a nearby rack, dampened it, and with careful, hesitant movements, began to scrub Jerry's back. Her fingertips occasionally brushed his skin—firm and warm, somewhere between boy and youth—sending a strange, subtle shiver through her.
Katherine's gaze unconsciously drifted toward the body submerged in the water, the boy she had thought was slender. However, as her eyes landed below the water's surface, she suddenly froze. Beneath the ripples and the rising steam, an unbelievably massive presence was vaguely visible in the warm water. That was absolutely not the size of an eleven-year-old boy. It looked as thick as a grown man's arm.
Her movements instantly froze. The towel slipped from her hand, though she instinctively snatched it back. A thought, beyond her control, flashed into her mind. It was about some videos she had watched—as an adolescent girl, even a wizard apprentice, she had a natural curiosity about certain things. But now, the images in her memory seemed laughable and childish compared to the incongruous, enormous sight faintly glimpsed beneath the ripples. The actors in those videos looked like undeveloped children's toys compared to Jerry's unnaturally huge size. This absurd comparison caused a moment of mental paralysis.
"Hmm?"
"What are you looking at?"