Control

Title: Control
Author: Slappy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, sex, bondage and dominance/discipline, use of Dark Arts and Unforgivable Curses.
Summary: In her Sixth Year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Ginny Weasley is approaching womanhood. She has recurring visions and fantasies involving the same man; the object of her obsession for six years now. She has forbidden desires, and she can’t fight it. She’s obsessed, but she needs to emerge from his grasp… his possession… his CONTROL.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters – they are property of JK Rowling, but the fantasies came from my wee brain. I just like to mess with these characters and turn it all into a tasty story.

Feedback: OF COURSE!

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Control

Chapter One: Pyre

Ginny Weasley was no ordinary student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In certain respects, her reputation equaled that of Harry Potter – she too had survived a direct confrontation with the Dark Lord – Lord Voldemort.

What most people didn’t know is that Ginny relived her experience with Voldemort – or Tom, as she preferred to call him. Harry was defiant; he wanted to defeat the Dark Lord once and for all. Harry had courage, strength, and a vengeance. Ginny envied Harry’s defiance; she wanted to be able to fight Tom, but she couldn’t. For about six years now, Tom was still very much alive and a part of Ginny’s life. As she tried to continue with her studies, she could not help but think of Tom. He was always in her life; he was always in her mind. She was the object of his desire, and as much as she hated it, she knew the feeling was mutual. She wanted him and he knew it. Tom had one objective with Ginny – Total Control.

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Ginny sat in Transfiguration class, her hand inside her robes fingering a small, bloodstained piece of parchment. It was the only physical remnant she had of him; the only tangible remain of the journal she trusted during her first year. She remembered the Chamber, she remembered Harry’s valiant rescue and, most of all, she remembered Tom.

She sat in her chair with one leg tucked under her. Her foot was lightly bobbing up and down, and as the tips of her toes lightly tickled between her legs, she thought back to one of her first encounters with Tom Riddle…

I reached into my cauldron for my books. I needed to get a head start on my studies this year – I wanted to impress Harry. I found something that wasn’t mine – it was a journal. My curiosity got the best of me – I opened it. It was old and used; but the pages were BLANK. Why? – I’ll write in it to find out.

As I started to write, the words just flowed from my pen and onto the pages. When my thoughts were finally recorded, I became frustrated to see the ink disappear! I got mad – why was the journal ignoring me? I have a LOT to say! Why? But then it wrote me back. It was the first time Tom reached out to me.

He was compassionate and caring; my only true friend at Hogwarts. True, I had my Housemates, but Tom was different. I could tell him ANYTHING.

She smiled in her spot as she realized how silly she was for initially fantasizing about Harry Potter. Yes, Harry was a powerful wizard and is everything a good man should be. But Harry is a boy… Tom is a man.

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Ginny sat in the highest peak of the Astronomy Tower, her thoughts far away; further than the stretch of London many miles away. Her thoughts centered on Tom. She held the small paper in her hand – the parchment from his now destroyed journal. She held onto the only physical evidence she owned; the only trace of her encounters with him. Paper in hand, she waited. She concentrated in the moment, her thoughts and energy reaching out for him.

And once again, she had a vision…

The Chamber was c as as usual. She walked to him…slowly…patiently. She didn’t want him to know how bad she wanted him; how bad she needed him. She needed his breath on her skin, his lips on hers, his hands grabbing her closer, and most of all, she needed him inside her. She needed Tom’s hard, thick, swollen cock to fill her…deeply…sweetly… sloooowly… almost painfully. It was a pain that she relished – a forbidden desire.

With a quick “POP”, he stood before her. A man of tall stature, his face hardened by the years.
She didn’t see Tom as she initially saw him – some 16-year-old prefect. No, she looked at the man before her; his body changed – he was now fuller, taller, and thicker in his back and shoulders. His chest raised and fell with each of his deep, controlled breaths. He looked at her through deep, passionate eyes; his gaze penetrated her very SOUL. He controlled her, and she let him.

“Tom, I…” she walked toward him with graceful, long strides. She reached a hand to his face.

He quickly grabbed her hand and licked her fingers, tongue gliding in between the soft folds where her fingers connected to her hands. It was as if her small fingers were her legs, and the web of her fingers representing the eager folds of her womanhood. He sucked on her fingers; a deep breathy moan escaping her throat. His tongue traveled along his sucking motions, finally reaching the soft, sweet folds of her fingers.

She melted under him as he reached behind her and pulled her closer to him. She could feel his rising erection against her legs, causing her to moisten. Whatever came next, she didn’t care. She’d let him penetrate her. She’d let him slam her to the ground. She’d let him fuck her braout.out.

As he grabbed her in his hand, he lightly bit her fingers as he pulled her hand from his mouth. She reached into his robes…into his pants… pulling him out of his zipper. She stroked his shaft, her small fingers lightly grazing the head. Up and down, she stroked him.

He gazed into her eyes, narrowing slits forming on his face. She shuttered, causing her hand to lose the rhythm of her strokes. He grabbed the hair on the back of her head, and pulled her face close to his. His tongue danced around hers, rotating and penetrating in her mouth. She became weaker and weaker; her knees finally buckling under his power.

He seized the opportunity. He softly chanted, “Incantem Pyrus” and a small, blue fire danced all around them, bringing a pleasant heat to the cold Chamber floor. The flames warmed the floor and their bodies. The fire was warm, its movements reaching for them and touching their skin. He hooked her legs in his arms and lay her down in the pit of the flames. He stood over her as he watched the flickers of the fire remove her clothes; small threads of flame acting as fingers, stripping her of her robes and uniform. She tried to fight it, but only briefly. His concentration, his staring let her know he was in control. She wouldn’t defy him, partially out of fear and partially out of trust. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, at least not here and now.

The fire danced over her skin, reached for her firm breasts and flicked her hardened, erect nipples. She leaned her head back, a deep moan escaping her. She had NO control; the flames and his command over the fire took presence over her willpower. As she tried to protest, flames danced inside her thighs; lightly tracing over her skin and finally acting like thick tongues against her hot, wet, pulsating labia. Several tongues of flame tickled her clitoris, several entering into her. She writhed under the pleasure, her body getting hot…wet… salty. Tom bent down and reached for the flames. He took several in his hand and caressed her skin, causing her to shutter with pleasure. He grabbed her swollen breast in one hand, her thigh in another hand. He rubbed her hardened breast in his hand, her nipple caught between his thumb and forefinger. He twisted, he pulled. He taunted her, making her beg for his entrance into her body. She needed him, and as she got wetter and wetter, he could smell her scent, begging for his penetration.

His other hand grabbed her knee and massaged the soft, sensitive skin that resided there. He kissed the inside of her thigh, tongue licking wayyyy up towards her moist anticipation. He lightly licked the flames still inside her, his tongue adding a softer, cooler contrast to the hot flames on her, in her. He teased her with only several licks, his tongue trailing along her stomach, entering her bellybutton and licking all around, and finally reaching her other breast. He warmed her, his mouth surrounding her. He lightly bit her nipple, causing her to writhe under him.

Ginny’s first orgasm came in a huge wave of energy, causing her skin to rise; bumps formed all over her skin.

He bit her harder, his tongue flicking her hard nipple. His hands still grabbing her harder, he pulled her body in closer to his. She needed him inside her, he knew it. She was getting slicker, wetter, sweatier, and losing consciousness every second.


Hoft oft red hair spilled all over the floor as she rolled her head in agony and ecstasy. She was powerless; Tom had complete control over Ginny Weasley. She hated it, but could NOT stop it. In a way, she didn’t want to.

He made his move. He nudged his hips with hers, his body getting closer to hers and his hardness reaching for her hot grasp. He kissed her nipples, his mouth traveling over her collarbone and licking her ears. He softly whispered, “Gineasleasley, you are mine. Surrender to me, body and soul. Feel me, Ginny. Surrender to me Ginny. Ginny…I’m going to fuck you, Ginny.”

Upon his words, her second orgasm came unexpected. She spilled her fluid on the floor, the flames quickly evaporating it, filling the Chamber with her scent.

Tom reached down into her moisture and licked her scent from his hands. He reached down, grabbed himself firmly, and brought himself in her. She was entirely wet. He strongly penetraher her deep, slow at first. He moved to the rhythm of her body, which was convulsing in spurts of anticipatory, pre-climatic jolts. He would let her come, just not yet. He rotated his pelvis to reach her front walls, bringing her closer and closer to total ecstasy. He slowed his penetrations, causing her eyes to roll in the back of her head. She gave into him; she wouldn’t fight it. Tom Riddle had complete control of Ginny Weasley.

He held her body firmly in her hands, brin her her body into his. He pulled her up, pressing her breasts deeply into his chest. Her nipples were completely erect and sensitive. He kissed her on both nipples, his mouth traveling under her breasts and licking the soft skin underneath.

She prepared herself for his final blow.

He pulled her closer and quickened her pace. He buried her face in his neck and thrust into her HARDER and FASTER. He thrust deeper, less controlled, and prepared himself for his final move.
He held back for one last thrust. Her body was already shaking, fluid preparing for one last release. He slammed her body into his, his pelvis rubbing against her clitoris. The pressure in his scrotum finally released, his cock throbbed as his fluid raced up and entered into her.

Ginny experienced a mind-blowing, dual orgasm. It was deep – inside, her walls contracted and finally released. Her wetness drenched the floor. Her clit pulsated and shook. She screamed his name, grabbing his shoulders and scraping her nails across his back.

He closed his eyes as he came inside of her. Shortly after climax, he pulled out of her, dressed, and with a final, “POP”, was gone.

Ginny returned to reality – her body weakened and her legs completely numb. She had only one feeling, and it resided in a moist home between her legs. She smiled as her body returned to the present moment, and her consciousness slowly returned to reality. With a smile on her face, she walked down the stairs, returning to Gryffindor Tower.

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