Force

I apologize for this chapter's length, but my fingers wouldn't stop typing!
I hope you enjoy and I went back and spaced the entire thing.

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“I need your decision, Harry.”

My brain pounded some part of me still viciously fighting defeat even while the rest of me gave in, I searched for some escape but none appeared. He knew my decision, but still he wanted me to admit my defeat out loud.

“I choose not to die.”

The words came from my lips accompanied by eyes squeezed shut in humiliation and knees quivering threatening to fail any moment. I didn’t need to look at him to see his triumphant smile; I felt his pleasure and excitement.

“Tell me what you choose to be, Harry.”

Bile rose in my throat, but I forced myself to swallow the urge to throw up.

“I choose to be your slave, you fucking bastard!”

My insult fell ineffective though, simply shaking his snake-like head with a chuckle he turned his back on my shaking body. He ran a finger over The Elder Wand studying it carefully taking a few steps away from me then turning back around. He conjured up a throne and lifted his billowing robes to sit in the plush seat with a devious look in his eyes. I looked around shifting as fear boiled inside of me. Bellatrix Lestrange stood on my right practically shaking with excitement and silent laughter. She was holding my wand twirling it in her fingers as she watched my every move.

“Bring me his wand”, Voldemort suddenly said breaking the silence.

My entire body tensed as Bellatrix flitted to his side kneeling and offering up my wand to my enemy. He took it looking up at me with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Those long fingers wrapped around my wand and he flicked it once. My clothing disappeared leaving me naked in front of my worst enemies, my instincts took over and I covered every inch of my body desperately. I never knew he would sink so low as to undress me with my own wand. The wind began to whip through the trees seeming to center on my body and freeze my flesh to the bone.

“Kneel, Harry.”

His command made my knees buckle instantly as if his voice was an undeniable force of nature.

“You really do have a nice body, Harry. Never cover it up in front of me!”

My body struggled to resist but for some reason my arms snapped behind my back as if they had suddenly been bound there. He seemed pleased by this action and waved The Elder Wand wand in a very intricate pattern in the air as if he was painting a picture. Sliver lines began to form from the tip of his wand as he wove them into place. It was the most beautiful piece of magic I had ever seen. After several minutes of silent awe from everyone watching a silver circle dropped into his waiting hand.

“Crawl to me, Harry.”

His voice was somehow peaceful and filled with bliss; I wanted to go to him. My curiosity took control, and I simply had to get a better look at what he had created. Without a second thought I crawled over to him like a dog kneeling right before him.

“This will be the end of your freedom, Harry Potter. The collar I am about to place around your neck will bind you to me as a slave for the rest of your life. Do you accept this collar and your fate?”

My mouth went dry as I stared blankly ahead in complete shock.

“I do”, was all I could manage to say. His hand was freezing cold as he placed it on my neck to secure the collar which suddenly wound around my neck into a perfect fit.

“I am the only person who can take this collar off. You are mine now.”

He looked up at his followers triumphantly and they began to clap and cheer some even shooting victory sparks into the air from their wands. After a brief period of celebration they settled down.

“We must go tell the enemy that their precious leader has surrendered for them.”

He reached down and cupped my face just as tears began to fall from my eyes. It was all over and the war was finally lost. Towering over me, he rose from his seat holding out my wand. I first thought it was a trick but tentatively reached up for it anyway. My good friend felt at home again in my hand and I rejoiced for a moment to have some form of comfort. He pointed his wand at me, but there was no threat in his eyes.

“Place the tip of your wand against mine, Harry.”

I did as I was told without thought still filled with joy.

“Magic will no longer be in your ability, Harry. By becoming my slave you have surrendered all of your powers to me, your Master.”

My wand suddenly exploded in millions of tiny wooden splinters scattering everywhere leaving only the handle and a golden feather which instantly burst into flame turning into nothing but ashes. I stared at the handle in disbelief as it slowly turned into ashes as well. My wand was gone forever. The Death Eaters shifted as the realization that I was truly powerless and defeated. A feeling of ecstasy passed over everyone in the circle except for me. All I felt was hollowness and the bitter taste of defeat.

“It is time now.”

That was all Voldemort said but everyone else understood wordlessly forming a straight line in front of their Master and me.

“Come ,my pet. Crawl after your Master to watch the true end of the war.”

Tears began to flow down my face as the line began to move forward toward Hogwarts. Reluctantly I crawled behind Voldemort with my head hanging down staying silent and trying not to break into sobs. The front line broke through the trees and parted in the middle so their Master could take the lead. He placed The Elder Wand to his throat and his voice was amplified once more.

“Harry Potter has been captured and surrendered to me, Lord Voldemort. Come out and see your fallen leader for what he truly is.”

He let his wand fall to his side as the survivors trickled out of the castle, some crying and other looking too shocked to do anything. The Death Eaters tensed ready for anyone who put up a final fight, but none came. Voldemort walked forward a few steps before conjuring the throne once more. I hid behind the throne as much as I could shaking in fear and humiliation. These were the people I had given up my life for; they would understand what I had to do.

“Come here, my pet. Let them see you in your defeat.”

His command forced me to crawl forward to the front of his chair. Gasps came from the opposite side of the battle field and a few screams pierced the night air. Voldemort laughed as the pain emanating from my friends and family was almost visible.

“I think you should show them what you have agreed to, my slave.”

His words stung like knives being driven into my skin.

“Crawl in front of me and suck my cock, slave.”

I yelped in shock backing away from him as much as I could but my body began to move toward him completely against my will. I screamed out protests as I wound up kneeling before him ready to commit this horrible act. He flung back his robes and pulled his cock out of his black pants. It seemed huge to me, and the look of his pulsing member terrified me. This was not what I had meant when I agreed to this. I would not be a sex slave to that massive cock and the body it jutted out from. He saw my terror at the thought of even having his cock near me never mind it being in me.

“What’s wrong, Harry? Have you never seen a 12inch cock before?”

I tried to turn my face away from it but something kept my eyes glued on his groin.

“P-p-please no”, I begged stuttering over my feeble words.

“Suck my cock, slave.”

His tone was flat but hidden was his rush of power as he commanded the great Harry Potter to service him. My mouth moved forward as I struggled to defy him, my brain pushing away but my body following the will of my Master. I closed my eyes so tightly as tears left streaks down my face, and pressed my lips against the head of his hard cock. Apparently he got off on having so much control over me, because when he gave the next command to me his hard member twitched with excitement.

“Stop fooling around and take my cock into your mouth, slave.”

I did as I was told taking a deep gulp of the cool night air before plunging my mouth down, onto him. I gagged a little bit working hard not to throw up all over him as I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. My inexperienced mouth was only able to take a few inches and he laughed at my feeble attempt. I could hear screams of rage and the sounds of a few people throwing up as the side of the light witnessed my ultimate defeat. I tried to remember what Cho and Ginny had done when they had sucked me, and tried to imitate how their tongues moved over my hard flesh. I was lucky, that he was already worked up and came after only a few minutes of my mouth’s ministrations. Cold hands grabbed my dark tousled hair and pulled my mouth off his cock so he sprayed hot, sticky ropes of seed all over my face. He took a minute to regain his breath and smiled down at me.

“What a good slave.”

After a quick pat to my head he rose from his throne, to address the losing side.

"I have promised my dear slave that I won’t kill any of you and so I shall not. Instead, you shall all be gifts to my precious Death Eaters. They will do with you whatever they want.”

He muttered a string of latin that I was too broken to hear and suddenly hundreds of wands flew toward him. A silent spell he must have cast stopped all of the wands halfway between the two sides and caused every single wand to burst into flames. He gave the signal to his Death Eaters and they all immediately walked forward to collect their prizes. The only Death Eaters who remained behind their Dark Lord where Narcissa Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, and Bellatrix Lestrange, but those who had already claimed what was now their possessions began to apparate. I lifted my head up only an inch not remembering how it came to rest against the grass in the first place. A look of horror passed over my face as I realized who was left on each side. Standing opposite of the three Death Eaters I hated the most were the people I loved the most. Bellatrix hummed a happy tune while she looked at the other side of the field.

“I can’t wait to make that little mudblood spill her disgusting blood onto my dungeon floor", Bellatrix jeered toward my fallen best friend.

Narcissa simply looked to her sister with a smile and nodded her agreement. The entire Weasley family trembled as they watched the people that now owned then, and in between that mass of red hair one head of brown stood out, crumpled onto the ground shaking with hard sobs. Voldemort sat back down in his chair and relaxed for moment as he watched the frightened Weasleys and the joyous remaining Death Eaters.

“Narcissa, would you mind if I borrowed Ronald for a moment before you take your new slaves home. I have always wondered about something.”

A smile spread over Voldemort’s thin lips as he looked down at me.