Where Heroes Rush In

Act III





When the sounds of shuffling feet and clinking bottles penetrated his senses, Harry cracked open an eyelid. He was on his back with Ginny’s weight heavy on his mid-section, but his head lay to one side giving him a straight view of the perpetrator nearby selecting his robes for the day. The material slumped heavily against the mattress as Riddle shifted closer. Harry feigned sleep, his breathing maintaining a steady rhythm, while he observed Amon grooming his master through slits. The creature was spritzing Riddle with some kind of cologne and the sickly scent of it wafted over to him in spurts, leaving a thin, cloying layer on Harry’s skin. Then it was slipping Riddle’s arms into the outfit; the silvery threads stitched across the black wool gleaming in suffused lighting that had no apparent source of origin.





As soon as his costume had been belted, Riddle conjured a small dagger from the air and slid it into the silver band at his waist so that it merged with the design. His reptilian features were blank, but when those red eyes slid in the direction of the bed, Harry quickly shut his own while attempting to keep the musculature of his face relaxed. He heard a soft summons to Amon, then scrapes on the floor as Riddle was fitted with his boots. There was a sudden whistle of wind before the crack and Harry felt a cold chill billow over him, startling him enough to look at the spot where they’d stood. Riddle and Amon were gone. He craned his neck to scan the room and make doubly sure, rolling his shoulder up on one side in the twist. But he and Ginny were definitely alone.





“Has he left?” her voice piped up by his ear. Harry turned his body flat again and Ginny’s face was barely an inch from his, but he nodded at her bleary expression. She blinked a few times before yawning widely, dipping her head into his chest to finish it. “Sorry. I’m bloody beat. How ‘bout you? Did you sleep all right?”





“Mmm, bit stiff this morning,” he croaked, his throat dry. “Not exactly the easiest position to sleep in, is it? My nose is itching like mad and I’m trying not to think about how badly I want to scratch it. Can’t do anything until the Creepy Crew show up and let us loose, though.” Then Ginny was fidgeting in his encircling arms.





“Whereabouts? Here?” She angled her head and brought it closer to his. Harry felt something wet licking atop the arch of one nostril, causing tingles in his sides.





“Ginny, that tickles!” He wriggled his face away from her to get out of her reach, but the movement inadvertently pushed his wrists into the small of her back—which only pressed her groin right up to his. Harry was none too surprised to feel his cock rigid. It was becoming a regular state for him. Ginny had noticed, too, however, and began to wind her hips gently so that she was rubbing her soft bits against it, banishing all thought regarding itching from Harry’s mind.





“Ah, fuck, Ginny! You’re going to get me worked up if you keep doing that,” he complained mildly, although his body was quick to move with hers.





“Bit late, yeah? I’d say you’re doing a fair job already. Just trying to help you along,” she whispered with exertion as her gyrations became more insistent. Harry had gone from merely stiff to erect in seconds and the notion of having it off with her before their wardens arrived was extremely appealing.





“Mmm, Gin; move to the right a smidgeon. Yeah, yeah, right there, that’s brilliant.” He closed his eyes and concentrated on the rolling waves of pleasure being generated from their nexus of flesh. When Ginny began sliding her gash up and down his knob, Harry pinned his fists to her back to still her so he could align it to her entrance, his attention focused on penetration. He was wide awake now and ready to start off the day with a fuck. It made his head spin to think of how many times he’d had her already, the things they had done together under Riddle’s tutelage, but a fire had been lit inside of him and he was in no hurry to douse it.





“Do you think you can turn us over, luv? I’ve lost all feeling in my arms underneath you. Besides, you’ll get a better angle that way.” Harry apologized for his crushing weight and immediately shifted them both over to their sides. His prick lost contact with her for a moment, but then he was using his legs to roll up on to her while his own arms pulled to one side in order to flatten Ginny out, careful not to choke either of them with their chains. As dead wasted as his body felt after their long night of carnal exercise with Riddle, she had sparked up his arousal enough that he ignored the worn muscles in his limbs and back screaming in protest. When he sank into her, they both groaned deeply. Harry enjoyed the squeeze of her walls on his cock for a few moments before he started to move. Ginny’s legs wrapped around him, her feet crossing at the ankle over his bum, and he instantly sped up his thrusts, already wanting to disappear into her body. They moved together in synchronization, Ginny’s eyes closed tightly as Harry stared at her face. After a bit, she was writhing under him, arching her back with her head tilted so far she faced the other side of the room, her mouth open as the moans of approval poured forth.





“Oh. Oh, Merlin, Harry. You feel so good. I always want you, want your knob inside me. Please, keep fucking me. Want to see how many times we can do it before they get here.”





Harry was just as eager to find out, but his mind flashed to the day before, even as his pumping bottom never slowed its pace. “Don’t…want to…get you in trouble,” he breathed out in bursts.





“I don’t care. Would be worth it,” she replied just as breathily. Her heels dug into his arse, pressing him down harder, and Harry wanted to shout his euphoria throughout the room, barely able to keep from coming. But he held on to wait for her, his hips swiveling left to right as his cock explored her depths. He listened and watched for her oncoming climax as Riddle had directed him last night. As good as being inside of her had felt for him, it had been just as powerful a feeling to know that her body’s release was due to his actions, a thought all the more precious in light of Riddle’s interference. He was mesmerized by the way she responded to him.





Her moans escalated until Harry had to fit his mouth over hers to silence them. The snog grew more intense the harder he thrust, sometimes making it difficult to keep their lips together, but when he heard her whines in the back of her throat, noted the way her legs seemed to fall open even wider giving way to his pounding, he knew he had her, feeling her insides fluctuate and tighten around his cock. As soon as Ginny came, he followed right behind her, proud that they had made it together. But the second that he could feel the last shot of his semen, his head slumped to her chest, all tension in his body evaporating as if a spell had been cast. They both lay panting, shivering from the sudden chill created by the sweat on their skin. When Harry’s strength resurged enough for him to roll them on their sides again, Ginny was kissing him fervently, as if she were preparing for a second round.





“Gin, calm down,” he murmured as he pulled his lips back from hers, noticing for the first time the grimy film on his skin. “I’m sure I could use a wash. They haven’t even cleaned my teeth yet. My breath must be foul.” It felt silly to worry about such things, but it was also a comfort, like they were just a randy couple waking up at home and not imprisoned slaves to an oversexed madman.





“Doesn’t matter,” she muttered between kisses she was planting to any patch of his face available. Her fingers were able to glide down the furrow along his spine until they landed on his backside, her reach cut short by the cuffs. She groped the top of his arse and buried her face to his neck, sucking on a spot of skin as though drawing blood. Harry was beginning to feel overwhelmed by her passion, the singing in his bollocks and belly denoting his swelling arousal regardless of the exhaustion he felt.





“Ginny, I mean it. We’re going to get caught if we don’t leave off. We’re probably being watched, or listened to, at any rate. Who’s to say that wall doesn’t show us to someone in another room the way you saw me on this side?” That stopped Ginny for a moment, her head drawing back as she frowned at him. But then her eyes darkened and a leg curled around him once more.





“Who do you think’s watching us?” Her voice had gone husky. “That preening bastard, Lucius, perhaps? Haven’t seen him around much,” she growled, her cunt rubbing against him again. “Maybe we should give him a show.” But Harry was insistent.





“Hang about, no one is giving anyone any shows. I have to talk to you before we’re interrupted by Tweedledee and Tweedledum. It’s important, Gin.”





She finally eased up on her amorous intentions and looked at him curiously, her eyes and nose wrinkling in amusement. “What did you call them?”





“Never mind, just listen.” And he tightened his embrace around her so that he could put his mouth right up to the shell of her ear to whisper, “Have you ever heard of a Horcrux, Ginny?”





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Amon and Paimon showed up a half hour later with a large breakfast in tow. By this time, Harry’s bladder was ready to burst, so he had no qualms taking a long piss into the toilet while in front of Ginny, not even blushing when he could hear her tinkling into her own pot on the other side of the bed. He felt good; hungry, a bit more in control of his emotions. His talk with Ginny had felt purposeful and constructive. They had been able to compare more notes in their urgent hushes; cheeks plastered together with bodies flush. From what Ginny had told him, Harry felt sure that Riddle was still on a hunt for the Elder Wand from the Hallows tale, no matter how Hermione had scoffed when he’d suggested such a thing before. But he had seen Riddle in his visions and knew he was right about that. And Ginny had agreed with him that Nagini was more than likely one of the receptacles holding Voldemort’s fractured soul. If they could get away from Riddle, they’d have to find the giant snake and take it out before leaving the manor. Of course, this just made their plotting more difficult, but Harry was still committed to the idea that they could make an escape.





After being cleaned and fed, Harry missed being wrapped around Ginny once they’d been put back in their corners. As soon as the house elves left them he crawled as far across the mattress as his muscles could stretch in their binds. His arms began to ache instantly in the tug, but the moment Ginny’s lips were touching his, the pain no longer registered through his haze. While they couldn’t get close enough to fuck, after much testing of their chains in various positions, Harry discovered that if he laid down flat and pulled his upper body towards her end, she could climb over his face comfortably enough to let him lick her out. Her arms were crossed at the wrist, but she held tight to his hair as she writhed on his tongue, her moans trilling on a musical scale along with her motions. Harry enjoyed it much more now that he had control of the muscle, once again delighted by the way he could extract such sexual frenzy from her. He wished he could fist his cock at the same time, but it wasn’t till she had come in his mouth and then dragged her body off of him that he could move to the headboard and flounce his back against the pillows, his prick in hand. Amon hadn’t bothered to cinch that invisible band around his balls during morning ablutions and Harry was free to come at will, which he took full advantage of. Ginny watched him the entire time, stuffing her fingers in her cunt, eventually. It took very little prompting from him to get her to open her legs; she even positioned her body so that they were bent back to her shoulders with one bound hand snaked under an arse cheek. The chains dug into her skin as she slid a finger into her anus while still pumping her cunt furiously with her other hand.





Harry hadn’t meant to come so soon, but seeing her on display like that spiked his arousal so sharply he almost swooned. Thick streaks of cum spurt all over him before he could scale back, and he groaned at the incriminating picture he made. “Gods, that was a brilliant move,” he criticized himself aloud. “Now what am I going to do?”





But Ginny had called him over to their meeting spot and straight away began licking the pearly issue right off his skin. The sight of it turned Harry on so completely he was soon sporting another hard-on. She willfully ignored it, however, and kept up her cleaning; making him wipe up patches she couldn’t reach so he could put his sullied fingers in her gob to suck on. He moaned so long at that, he had expected their minders to show up in a fit of screeches again. But neither Amon nor Paimon arrived, and so once again the two’s rampant desires got the better of them, both whining while Ginny tried to get as much of his knob into her mouth within reach. It wasn’t but past the head a few centimeters, but she worked it anyway, for all she could manage. It took a bit longer to come, but this time, Harry was able to shoot straight into her throat.





Even after that, their arousal lingered throughout the afternoon; hands touching their own bodies in the way that they wanted to touch the other. Harry had to agree with Riddle that watching Ginny’s face every time she came was spectacular. Ginny would start talking dirty and he felt frozen with his longing, wanting her body so badly that he shook from the force of his need. She talked him into spreading his own legs wide, and when she huskily asked him to rub that wrinkled hole below his testicles while he stroked off, his face had burned at first. But he did it for her. And when she gutturally promised him that she was going to fuck him there with her tongue, he slipped the tip of a finger in and then came hard, making another mess for her to clean up. She only appeared pleased, though, like she’d just been awarded two hundred house points for Gryffindor.



At some point, they both fell asleep, side by side while holding hands tightly. When they were pushed and prodded awake by grubby fingers, Harry and Ginny let their bodies be dragged around for evening preparations. Apparently, they’d dozed right through mid-day. They were cleaned out more thoroughly this time, in light of their earlier meal, and Harry didn’t even bother being mortified. Their supper was rather spare, consisting of a flavorful tomato bisque. Harry drank down the red wine more judiciously, but he felt the dampening effect on his nervous system almost immediately, putting him back in that heady space where everything felt sensual on his body.





The bath was wonderful.





Being shaved—on his face first before they tackled the shadow dusting his groin and under his arms—felt wonderful and soothing, Harry noted with some amusement. Why had he been so upset before? When they turned him over to insert him with the plug, one that seemed much larger, he moaned deeply and pushed his bum back into the fitting. His cock was rock hard, of course, but Amon swiftly saw to its encasement. As soon as he was turned to see Ginny, every nerve in his body pulsed lightly at the vision. Merlin, she was beautiful, her hair swooped up in a pile atop her head while tendrils of copper framed her face. Her make-up was very overdone; face almost white with powder while her lips had a cupid’s bow painted on. Paimon had even added a black beauty mark to her cheek. It was different, but still sexy, he enthused. But the sooner he could be inside the hot tunnel between her legs, the better, it didn’t matter how she was dressed up.





Of course, Harry had to remind himself they were dealing with Lord Perverted Fuckface, nee Riddle, and he would most assuredly have some lewd, nasty plan for them that Harry would object to. When Riddle burst in, it appeared to be a banner night for the self-appointed ruler. He was full of spirit and gloating cheer. It made Harry immediately leery.





“I think tonight we’ll need some more devices,” he declared gleefully after undressing and sliding between them. “The pair of you look simply fit to eat.”





He was quick to detach them from their posts, trudging Harry over to the center of the bed by his collar before positioning his knob at Harry’s face. “I believe you can handle this on your own, Harry. Ginevra needs to be tended to.” Riddle leaned back on his knees so that Harry could begin sucking him off, barking to Ginny to get up on her feet and take hold of her ankles. It was difficult for her to remain bent over on a springy mattress, however, especially once she was told to spread her feet wider. She almost fell forward a few times before Riddle froze her in place, and Harry kept looking to her to make sure she was all right. The tight grip on his messy, black locks would tug him back to his assignment, but Harry still felt a bit sheepish about sucking a man’s cock, dawdling over the actual entry past his lips.





“I want your mouth over this meat right now before I ram it down your throat, boy,” Riddle warned in a hiss. Harry hated himself for thinking it, but he kind of wished Ginny had gotten blowjob detail; she was so good at it. But then Riddle was pulling out her dildo and demanding she spread the globes of her arse and hold them while he checked her thoroughly. Harry wanted to see that, and he looked up again from where he was poised to stretch his mouth over the head of Riddle’s prick.





“Harry! Pay attention to what you’re doing!” Harrry’s head was wrenched back in place by the roots and he cried out in pain. In a heartbeat, that massive, beefy cock was filling his mouth and hitting the back of his throat. Harry gagged around the obstruction, but he couldn’t move away, held firmly by a hand wrapped around the back of his neck. His eyes were watering as he struggled to breathe, but a slap to his arse switched his focus momentarily. “Calm down, boy, and use your nostrils. It’s merely a reflex of the body that you need to learn to control. Has your girlfriend taught you nothing?”





Riddle’s aggravation played out in the harsh movements of his grip, pushing Harry up and down his knob fitfully while Harry flailed his arms and tried to hit at any part of the man he could come in contact with. “No, no, no, no! This is no good at all! You’re over-thinking things, Harry.”





He pushed Harry by the shoulder suddenly, knocking him backwards onto the bed. Harry coughed up spittle as he gasped for air, trying to slow down his breaths while he glared at Riddle. Fucker. He didn’t know which infuriated him more; being expected to suck Riddle’s prick, or being chastised like a child for not doing it properly.





“What are we going to do with you, my boy?” Riddle bemoaned halfheartedly, making tsk’ing noises.





“Let me go?” Harry snipped sarcastically. Riddle only laughed before casting red eyes over the two of them with a speculative gaze. “No, we just need to get you a little less uptight. Can’t always rely on potions, can we? I want this to come from you, Harry, show me your fire. I know you have it in you.” He looked over Ginny’s bum and then glanced back at Harry slyly. “Perhaps Ginevra can inspire you again, eh? She’s very good at inspiring all manner of sexual titillation.”





Harry got nervous when Riddle took hold of Ginny’s waist and straightened her to lie back on the bed. With the sudden appearance of his wand in hand, he summoned a small stool into his clutch and Transfigured it into a padded box. He slipped a hand under her arse and lifted up, placing the box under her, which caused her legs to open. Then he flattened a palm to her belly to keep her steady and snapped his fingers four times at the top of each of her limbs. At each snap, a chain would immediately snake its way to the manacle at her wrist or ankle until she was pulled taut at each end, her back bowed over the box and her head pulled to the mattress, red tresses pooled underneath. Harry was sitting in between her legs and watched fascinated as Riddle lazily teased her nipples by tugging the rings upward, her moans quickly turning to ecstatic screams.





“Yes, Ginevra will do nicely. I’ll change my plans for you this time, Harry, but let’s not make this a habit, shall we? You’ll need to put some more effort into it unless you prefer the company of MacNair and his cohorts. The choice is yours, really.” His tone was unctuous, but Harry detected the pulse of anger in his hiss. Harry wondered how much stock he should put into Ginny’s assertions that Riddle was bluffing, no matter what he threatened. Then Riddle spoke with a grimace. “Unless, of course, you’d prefer I send Ginevra to them,” he sneered.





“Please don’t hurt her,” Harry rushed, his chest tightening. But Riddle smiled at him, almost pleasantly.





“Why, no, Harry, we don’t want to hurt such a lovely witch, do we? It would pain me to have to do such a thing, as much as I enjoy her, but that is where your cooperation is key, isn’t it? Now, I know there is no question that you are deeply enamored of her and would like to have her again. And you can, to your heart’s content, but let’s not forget who’s in charge here and whose needs are to be met first. Then the pair of you can rut like bunnies, for all I care.” He held out a hand to Harry and coaxed him over as though Harry were a cowering dog. “Now, come along, over here. We won’t bite.”





He hesitantly crawled over to where Riddle knelt by Ginny’s side and then allowed Riddle to slide his left leg over Ginny’s face until he was on all fours over her body, but in the opposite direction. His face was suspended over her twat and his prick was pressed against the space between her breasts. Yet he couldn’t begin to guess what the freak had in mind. Soon, however, Riddle was calling for another object out of his box of goodies by the hearth.





“Accio, Hummingbird,” he drawled, and another, pinkish cylinder came zooming at him. When Harry got a better look at it, Riddle was pushing a thumb into the opening below Ginny’s cunt and holding the object out for his inspection. It was smaller than what Riddle had been using on them, but it was shaped with nobbly bumps all along the brightly colored shaft. It almost seemed to throb in Harry’s vision, but he was sure that was just a trick of the light, or due to his potion-induced state. “Would you be so willing as to lubricate this for the young lady, oh noble hero,” Tom intoned chivalrously, barely masking his mirth. Harry went to open his mouth. “Give it a good spit, first, Harry. Want her comfortable, don’t you?”





He stared at Riddle for a few beats before bending his head to expectorate a healthy glob of saliva onto the tip of the little pink missile, only to have Riddle pushing it back in his mouth then moving it in and out obscenely. The bumps felt weird on his tongue, but then a switch was turned on or something and the dildo started to vibrate at a rapid speed. Harry whined against the onslaught, but Riddle massaged his mouth with it until he was generating much more spit than he intended. The thing had a glistening coat once Riddle removed it, slapping the underside of Harry’s chin as he bade him to relax his jaw more. Harry didn’t bother to quip back as his gaze was fast stuck to the sight of Riddle penetrating Ginny’s arsehole with the buzzing toy. She was immediately vocal, her legs straining as she tried to stretch her thighs wider.





“Yes, yes, Ginevra, we know how much you like this. Now, Harry, give us another gobber right on the nub. Let’s get her done up.” Riddle had left the dildo to its vibrations in her rear channel and had moved his hands to her fanny, peeling back her folds over her clit so that Harry had a straight shot. He felt a little disgusted by the idea of spitting on his girlfriend’s bits, but he was also strangely turned on by it, too. He tried to do it as gingerly as he could, not wanting to make the actual spitting sounds, but letting a long line of drool fall from his tongue. Riddle immediately coated the saliva up and down her sex once it dropped, his fingers sliding in and out of her and spreading around her wetness as though he were painting her with it. He even smacked her there a few times, making her squirm, but not as though she was in pain. Ginny’s moans continued unabated, and when Riddle straightened up to position his knob at her entrance, Harry looked up in alarm. He wasn’t too sure he really wanted to see this up close and almost wished his eyesight was blurry again. But still, his cock was stiff as a board as he watched Riddle penetrate her slowly, gyrating his hips before easing all the way in until Ginny was groaning in long fits. He hissed something over Harry’s head before taking hold of his hair in clumps, and Harry could feel the restraints at his ankles tighten as they were linked to his end of the bedposts. He instructed Harry to put his hands on the insides of Ginny’s thighs and press outward, which Harry promptly did, even while he watched unblinking as Riddle’s knob moved in and out of the cunt underneath his chin. After a few minutes, Riddle suddenly extracted his cock and held it in front of Harry’s face. There was no mistaking the demand. Harry glanced up once in his disbelief before he opened his mouth and sucked Riddle down, the taste of Ginny filling his senses. It somehow made the whole thing bearable.





Once again, Riddle took a few minutes to fuck Harry’s mouth, as Ginny whined impatiently, before he returned back to her cunt, deepening his thrusts enough that Harry could practically feel it in his chest where he lay above her pelvis. When the snake-man pulled out again, Harry instantly went back to sucking her juices off of Riddle. The more the exchange continued, the more Harry was willing to take in his throat. It was almost hypnotic, and after a while, Harry did feel like he was in something of a trance as he watched her being fucked then stretching his lips over the thick, glistening cock. There was something perversely satisfying about taking in so much of Riddle’s knob, knowing that the devil was gaining some enthusiasm for his efforts. At some point, Ginny’s moans had dissipated and he felt her breath hot on his ballsac. In the next second, his cock was enveloped by warm wetness, and he groaned deeply around the cock in his own mouth. His brain felt overtaxed by the pleasure that was being stimulated throughout his entire body. By now, Harry was so caught up in the whirling energy between the three of them that it seemed as if time had frozen and there was only this act, this integrated motion of three bodies, each part working towards one goal. Harry was so turned on during the blowjob thinking of how Ginny must be feeling being tended to in such a way, that when Riddle managed to get him to actually swallow around the head, he startled at the feel of it in his gullet. He hadn’t thought he was capable. But then Ginny took him all the way down her throat and Harry screamed around Riddle’s flesh, waking himself out of his reverie. When Riddle went back to Ginny, he started to pound her furiously, pinning Harry’s head down so that he was sucking her clit at the same time while feeling the slams of Riddle’s pelvic bone against his crown. He could hear a lot of noise on the outside, but in his head, there was only a long stream of uninterrupted aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhs. When Ginny came, he felt it through every nerve ending in his body. And when Riddle pulled out of her and almost ripped the hair off of Harry’s head as he fumbled to get his prick in his mouth, Harry felt the jets of cum in his throat like a residue of slime coating it down in the backwash.





But Harry hadn’t been allowed to come, of course. He was still a puddle of sensation, shaking as Riddle fiddled around with their binds. Ginny would shout every now and again as her harsh breaths attempted to slow, but as soon as she was loose, Riddle flipped her so that she was on top of Harry and Harry was lying over the felted square. It felt awkward to have his weight rest on it, but it was not wholly uncomfortable, even as his shackles were locked the way Ginny’s had been but a moment ago. Riddle steadied him with a spell so that the mattress would not jostle, and Harry’s arms were pulled to the lower mast of each post, his head lolling back to the bed the same way. He coughed a few times as his throat dealt with the soreness of being penetrated so deeply, but his attention was fixed to what was happening at his bottom, as someone was playing with the dildo in his arse. Harry had a sneaking suspicion that he would be getting a taste of the Hummingbird, shortly.





“That was excellent, children. You did very well, Harry, very well. I should like that to continue. But we’ll let Ginevra take care of your wants, too, Harry, not to worry.” Harry tried to look up and see what they were doing, but he couldn’t lift his head very far, feeling like dead weight. He could feel what they were up to, however, and when the dildo was removed to be replaced by what could only be a wet, dancing tongue against his hole, Harry almost screamed the room down. His prick was now so hard he thought he might pass out from the steeliness of it. He wasn’t even sure who was doing this to him, but it felt simultaneously squeamish and delightful.





“Ah, I think Harry likes that, Ginevra. Keep it up. I want him well ready for me when I’m stiff again.” That answered who was down below for Harry, but as the bed shifted with the weight of someone moving over to his side, Harry wondered what Riddle had planned for him. As soon as Riddle’s swinging cock was in his sightline as the man sidled closer to his face, Harry deduced what was expected again. His throat was going to be very sore tomorrow.





Yet, Riddle didn’t start with the obvious conclusion, but instead, reached out and caressed all along Harry’s stretched torso, making him flinch in the softness. The bastard even leaned over to kiss Harry’s belly, licking the bare skin that used to sport a trail of dark hair. Harry did jump at the feel of Riddle’s lips, it was weird. He didn’t know what to make of this seductive approach. Meanwhile, Ginny was taking turns sucking on each testicle before licking back down to rim his anus and poke it wetly. A hand was around his prick and stroking his stiffness into further realms of engorgement. Harry wanted to pop like a champagne cork. But before long, Riddle was flopping his heavy, sticky knob onto Harry’s cheek like a slug, rubbing the flaccid member back and forth over his face until Harry slipped a tongue out to slide along the underside of it. In a rather short refraction period, Riddle was erect and pumping in and out of Harry’s willing throat again. With his head leaning all the way back, it was a smooth glide, and Harry found it much easier to just relax into what Ginny was doing to him and leave his throat open to the attack. Ginny was sucking everything she could, her mouth was all over him, and his keening grew louder and louder the more they aroused him at both ends.





Riddle was suddenly touching Harry’s forehead, rubbing the scar while the other hand held tight to Harry’s upside down chin. The movie reel was turned on again, and a plethora of sounds and sights swam into Harry’s head, though the usual screaming pain had been cranked down to a dull throb. There were several nude bodies undulating against each other, he couldn’t even make out faces, and Tom seemed to relish in showing Harry the most degrading, wicked sexual antics in these fevered memories, things that he would never have been able to imagine on his own. Through the haze, Harry felt a twinge at his chest, and then a tightening sensation as the rings at his nipples were pulled taut. His mouth full, he groaned hard, making Riddle thrust faster. “Ginevra, get him wetter! I want him nice and slick when I fuck the stuffing out of him.”





But Harry barely registered what Riddle had just declared, the moving pictures in his mind fracturing for a moment as other scenes intercut the frenzied orgies. He saw Voldemort handing Bella a gold cup, speaking with determination though Harry couldn’t hear the words. And then one shot of a young, handsome Tom in a room that looked vaguely like the Room of Requirement when it had held all the cast offs during Harry’s request for a place to dump the Prince’s Potions book. Tom was placing what appeared to be a tiara on the head of a stone bust. Just as suddenly, the visions were back to images of Riddle’s bacchanalian meanderings. When Riddle had pulled free from Harry’s mouth and disappeared, Harry felt winded, the loss of contact dispelling the Legilimens assault.





He didn’t have much time to recover before Riddle was seating Ginny on top of Harry’s prick. Riddle grabbed hold of Harry’s thighs and pushed into him in one go, making Harry thrust upward as he strained against the chains. But the velvety feel of Ginny’s cunt was wrapped around him, buffering him, and the deeper he was able to penetrate her, the easier it was to take the thickness and length of the cock inside him. There was so much attention aimed at his nethers, his need to cum was overbearing. Ginny seemed to sense this and started to stroke him in light touches across his hips and stomach, her winding on his prick slowing so that he could feel minutely everything she was doing. Riddle only encouraged her in panting breaths as he delved deeper into Harry’s arse. The taut pull at his nipples went tighter still. Harry’s moans were constant and loud, as bad as Ginny’s, and seemed to move Riddle to go faster. Soon, the bed was no longer in stasis, but slamming back and forth against the wall with the force of Riddle’s pummeling, while Ginny bounced up and down Harry’s prick like a woman possessed, her own shouts renting the air. It was only when he heard Riddle bellow out his climax that Harry felt the loosening of the spell that freed his orgasm, allowing the backed up stream to flow. For Harry to feel his cum shoot into Ginny while cum was being pumped into his own arse was a curious sensation, indeed.





Afterward, Riddle put Harry on all fours and had Ginny suck the spunk out of his arse.





He couldn’t look her in the face for the rest of the night, even after they were tied together and bound to the bed as they had the night before. She fell asleep very quickly, her face nuzzled into the space along his neck and shoulder, but he continued to stay awake and stare daggers at the other end of the bed where Riddle lay sleeping, the deep exhalations sounding smugly satisfied and sated. Harry wanted to kill that fucker a thousand times over. As if it weren’t already horrible enough that he was using Harry and Ginny for their bodies solely to get off, he had to go and make them…like it. Harry couldn’t stand it, pissed that he couldn’t control his body’s urges, but also faintly understanding that getting Riddle under their spell would be the only way they could ever gain an upper hand, just as Ginny had advised. He wondered about the visions he saw, recognizing that the cup was most certainly Helga Hufflepuff’s that Riddle had stolen from Hepzibah. Dumbledore’s theory had proven correct, surely, Harry decided, or why would Tom have handed it to Bella? Harry pondered what Bellatrix might do with such a treasure and he thought about Flamel’s stone sitting in Gringotts. That seemed too obvious, though, and soon his head was reeling with possibilities. But had the memories been just a slip or intentionally planted? That was a doubt that plagued Harry’s thoughts until he finally faded into sleep from exhaustion.





In the morning after Riddle had left, Harry attempted to avoid Ginny’s eyes again, but that proved somewhat difficult when she was only centimeters away. She kept sucking on his neck then moving her head down to lick at his nipples while her teeth took hold of the hoops firmly. He knew she wanted to have it off again, but he was feeling subdued, still mortified by what they’d done. However, Ginny was exceedingly persistent. She kept at him until he was swollen for her, their fevered coupling a sloppy, frantic affair. Harry was almost relieved when the Terror Twins showed up early and they were separated. Yet, by afternoon, she had cheered him enough with her rambling that his discomfort was replaced by protective feelings towards her once more. She was still his Ginny; a sweet girl who loved Quidditch, loved her family and friends, and was a fierce survivor.





And so it went as the days passed over the next week. Riddle found more and more ways to sway Harry’s sexual temperament by enticing him with Ginny’s passion. The first time he had Harry screw her in her bum, it had been amazingly intense, and Harry enjoyed the sensation of it even as he was being buggered at the same time. But then Riddle had to follow that up the next night by having Harry take her that way again while he sank her down on his overdone prick. Harry knew that Ginny had promised it, but it was still a bit of a shock to see her so delirious in her lust as she was speared by them both. He held on to her breasts tightly as he moved in tandem with Riddle, the two of them pistoning into her tight heat, made all the more snug with the feel of Riddle’s cock rippling on the other side of her walls. The thin bit of skin separating them burned with the friction, driving Harry insane. He moved his hands down eventually to wrap around her waist, wanting to hold her to him and show Riddle that she was his no matter what the monster made them do. But then Riddle was hissing nasty words to Ginny and making her moan so wantonly that Harry’s jealousy zoomed into the pit of his stomach.





He was a complete and utter bastard to her the next day, yet he couldn’t help his mood swings, they seemed to be all over the map. He complained snidely about their lack of exercise and the heavy doses of boredom that evening when Riddle came to bed, but the arsehole only snorted and patted Harry’s head as if he were a precocious toddler. Harry felt rather stupid when Riddle made sure to put them through their paces for the rest of the evening, ceasing only after he’d had climaxed several times and turned Ginny into a babbling puddle of goo.





A few days later, though, saw an entirely loose Harry. Paimon played them some energetic music that emanated from the walls like speakers after the house elf had cleared their lunch away. The pair of them danced on the bed like mad, not caring what their jerky steps looked like or whether they were keeping in time to the beats. Ginny started to bounce on the bed like it was a trampoline and immediately Harry joined her. Their hoots of boisterous laughter rang through the room along with the sound of banging chains against the wooden bed frame. Harry briefly wondered how hard he would have to tug in order to break off the wooden knob on top of the bedpost and slip his chains free, but the minute that they were left alone he was too busy trying to get his mouth glued to Ginny’s bits. He slipped one hand under her thigh and pressed her leg all the way back as far as it would go, letting his tongue wander in slow, tantalizing drags while she mewled. It seemed as if their reach had been extended; he could get closer to her now than he had before, and he hastily abused the oversight. Feeling a bit daring, he took the initiative and swirled the tip of his tongue around her puckered opening, slipping it inside of her when she responded to the attempt with peals of delight. It wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be; in fact, it was quite, fucking intense. He felt like a sexy beast by the time he was burrowing his face into her cunt, not caring about the pain in his wrist as he pulled tight to get his fingers in her arse, pumping them as he tongue-fucked her. He was soon overcome with the idea of getting her off as many times as he could manage, not letting up even after she had soaked him with her first orgasm. He stiffened his pink missive and fucked her arse with it just like she had done to him, so aroused by the entire act that he was leaving wet spots all over the duvet. By the time he had glommed on to her clit and started sucking like he was drawing blood, she was groaning his name repeatedly in one long thread, harryharryharryharryharry, and he lapped up more of her outpouring when her insides contracted around his fingers.





After a third release, Ginny finally growled for some relief, demanding she get to reciprocate. They were both moving in spastic fits as they switched places, Harry shivering as he eagerly awaited her mouth on his purpling cock. She didn’t even bother to tease him, but started in on a fast bob from the get go, her grip tight around his balls. He emptied into her throat in virtually no time at all. Getting through their supper and then the evening ritual of preparedness was a task, though. Harry wanted to fuck her deeply and incessantly; Riddle’s wants be damned. When Amon and Paimon had them sit back to back so their collars could be connected, Harry cursed the man for seeming to know how to vex Harry at every turn. He grew confused when Amon made him prop up his knees and spread his legs out to the side, threading his arms underneath and bringing his wrists up so they could be chained to his neck. He was effectively immobile as his bent arms held his legs open, and judging by Ginny’s swearing she was in the same position. It did not look good for them. He heard some shouting from outside of the room, like Riddle was berating one of his henchmen. The door slammed with a great gust and the loud clomp of boots stole over to the bed.





“Thank Salazar I have you two for a diversion,” Riddle began, already undressing. “Some days, I don’t know why I even bother trying to take over the world. It’s not as if these ingrates even understand my vision for the Wizarding race. Their thinking is so limited. So many of them had their riches handed to them, never had to really work for what they’ve got. They just want things to stay easy for them, keep them fat. Pathetic lot.” Harry felt a hand stroke back his hair affectionately. “They don’t know what it’s like to grow up with nothing and no one that wants you, do they, Harry? Although, I have to admit, even the drunken biddies at the orphanage were a darn sight easier to tolerate then the wretched, filthy Muggles you had to live with. They’ve been suitably dealt with, by the way.”





Harry’s blood ran cold to hear the aside, but stayed quiet, not really wanting confirmation on the fate of the Dursleys. His shoulders were already aching with the pull on his body’s limbs in such an awkward pose, but then Riddle was running a finger lightly down his chest and trailing to his groin.





“So smooth, you are, children, like newborns. I’ve remade you. You’re a part of me, you see.” He sounded almost melancholy and Harry wondered how badly things were going for him on the outside. He hoped the resistance was putting up a fight, but it appeared as if old Tom was having more issues with his followers.





Ginny spoke up. “What are you going to do to with us, my Lord?” Harry’s eyes went big to hear her speak in such a deferential manner, but then he realized he should probably be helping.





“Um, yeah,” he mumbled, clearing his throat, “what do you have planned for tonight…Tom?” There was a pause, a lingering hand at his hair, before Harry felt the sudden shock of a hard slap to his face.







“Watch it, child. Do not think you can enjoy that familiarity with me just because of our connection. I have killed men for less.” Then just as suddenly, Riddle gently rubbed his thumb over Harry’s open mouth, pushing it in so that Harry could hesitantly suck on it, then smearing the wetness across his lips. “I just want take pleasure in your flesh, my dears. You’re both so appealing and quite the comfort. So bold you are, Harry; you remind me of myself when I was younger, before I learned how to manipulate the sheep around me into doing what I wanted. And I was as pretty as you—even more so, I dare say. Ginevra liked the way I looked back then. She used to fantasize about my younger version shagging her silly. I think she is slightly disappointed by my latest avatar. But no matter, I’ll be around for a long time. I’ll more than likely metamorphosis again. You’ve seen to that, Harry.”





Harry was fast becoming creeped out by Riddle’s morose ramblings and wished he’d stop talking and do whatever it was he was going to do to them before Harry’s arms went numb. “I have no idea what you’re on about, but this position is really uncomfortable,” he complained gruffly, his cheek still smarting. Riddle chuckled, followed by a whispering chant, and Harry felt weightless all of a sudden as his body lifted off the bed with Ginny’s. They were raised about a foot up in the air before hovering there, Riddle’s hands curling around Harry’s cock from the side, while an aroused moan signaled to Harry that he must be doing the same fondling to Ginny. Soon, Riddle was stroking Harry in slow glides, specifically keeping a maddening pace as they both whined for more. The noseless visage pressed close to where their necks were latched at their collars and Harry felt Riddle blow warm air along his nape, the puff swirling into eddies of wind that flowed over the tops of their heads and made its way in currents down their bodies. It felt soothing and hypnotic so that Harry closed his eyes and reveled in the surmounting vibrations under his skin. Riddle spun them around a few times, stopping their rotation when Harry was in front of him. Unexpectedly, Riddle kneeled on the bed and leaned his head down to take Harry’s stiffened cock in his mouth.





“Oh shit!” Harry barked in surprise. But his shout eased into moans. Riddle knew what he was doing, and doing it exceptionally well. The man slipped a few fingers into Harry’s arse, but after a few thrusts, used them to spin Harry like a top, until he was facing the other wall and Ginny was receiving the oral attentions. And Harry felt much like a children’s toy as Riddle played with them for a while, spinning them when he wanted to switch genitalia. It was as though Harry and Ginny were two sides of a coin being tossed in the air. He wondered if he was supposed to be Heads or Tails. Then Riddle turned them so they were sideways and began to tease their bottoms, summoning another item from his stash with the telling name of Gemini. Harry was penetrated at the same time as Ginny, and he ascertained that the design was u-shaped, accommodating them both like a snake burying its head and tail into their bums. The coin analogy was suddenly all the more apt.





When Riddle turned them all the way so that they hung upside down, the dual dildo was throbbing and expanding inside of them like a balloon inflating then deflating. The pressure filled him completely while Riddle returned to mouthing their bits. He snapped his fingers and the dildo was pulsing harder, soon hammering into their suspended bodies so that they were bouncing with the motion. Riddle was now wanking Harry’s cock as he fingerfucked Ginny, by the sounds of it; her moans were caught in a vibrato. Harry was definitely light-headed by the time he came, but he didn’t pass out. Thankfully, Riddle floated them back to a solid surface and cut them loose. The rest of the night passed with Harry splayed out in a daze as their host rolled over their senses in a never ending litany of stimulation. Riddle snogged Harry for what seemed like hours as he groped his scar, his will filling Harry with more perverted spectacles and a few random pictures: one of a young, dark-haired man that greatly resembled Sirius, gazing up at Tom as he bent his mouth over the monster cock, and another of Harry as a baby crying in his crib. Ginny, meanwhile, was blowing Harry with great gusto. Later, she sat astride Harry’s face as Riddle made out with her, his arms wrapped tightly around her middle in an embrace. When Harry was pushed to his side so that Ginny could lie on the bed, he hazily noticed that Riddle was sucking him off again as she was sucking off Riddle, turning the three of them into some sort of daisy chain of suction. Once Riddle was finally tired, he clapped for Amon to come and tie the two teens up, but instead of putting them at the foot of the bed, he had them strung up on either side of him, their wrists linked to a long chain at the headboard while their feet were secured at the other end. Harry didn’t much like being separated from her. Plus,it was bizarre how Riddle would roll over and cuddle with him occasionally, murmuring strange names into Harry’s chest as he dreamed. At one point, Riddle whimpered in his sleep and began to suckle Ginny’s tit like he was feeding on her. Fuckin’ ‘ell, she exhaled, and Harry wanted to giggle inanely at the absurdity of it all.





The next morning, by the time Harry woke up, Riddle was gone. He and Ginny spent the early hours talking in low voices as they freaked out over the man’s behaviour. They wondered if he was becoming unstable and what they could do to further the development. Ginny brought up Riddle’s dissatisfaction with his apostles so they speculated what might be happening within the ranks. Harry reminded her that Riddle was carrying a blade with him at all times, now, placed in varying hidden spots depending on which costume he wore.





“Bloody hell, you think he’s worried about assassins or his Death Eaters? Or are they the same thing? Although, with his little bits of insurance laying around, he’s under the impression he’ll live forever, so I don’t know what’s gotten him so glum. What a nutter he is.” Ginny bit her lower lip while she thought some more. “Do you really think there were only six of them, Harry? Dumbledore could have been wrong.”





“He seemed pretty sure, though. Half of them have been destroyed, so there’s only three more we have to worry about. And besides, I think I figured out where another one is hidden.”





They talked all day, their conversation turning light whenever the house elves showed up. But when they were left alone after supper, Ginny’s open face beamed at Paimon as she tried to gather why they were being granted a reprieve. “The Dark Lord is away. You and his plaything have the whole bed tonight, Little Flame.”





It was great news, but Harry felt rankled by the messenger, bitching to Ginny once the creature had finished bathing them. “Why do they talk to you like a person, but I’m always referred to as an object? It’s a bit galling, that.” But Ginny only smirked at him before pulling him down to the bed for a snog. They were chained up to the same side this time, and took the opportunity to fuck most of the night. Harry was happy for it, but he felt greedy. With Riddle’s example, it seemed as if sex could be about anything, could be as limitless as one’s imagination; it didn’t have to be exclusively one thing or the other like he had always thought. Whatever idea he got into his head, he wanted to try it out on her. And Ginny seemed to be receptive to it all. He fucked her in the arse again, pulling her legs all the way up to his shoulders so her shins could rest against them while he played with her cunt. They even shimmied up all the way to the headboard so they could lie along it and sixty nine each other for a good portion of the evening, leaving them well worn out by the time they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, a contented smile on both of their faces.



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He heard someone stirring in the room as he zoned into consciousness. Harry assumed it was either Amon or Paimon, at first, but then there was a bump against the bed and a voice swore. Harry shot open his eyes and blinked into the mostly dark room, the glow from the fireplace and sconces over the mantle casting shadows on the walls. The intruder wasn’t Riddle, he could tell that much. He was lying on his back, Ginny’s arm across his chest, and he turned his head in time to see a figure reaching out towards her bum as if to caress it.





“What are you doing?” His voice was deep and commanding. The figure pulled back sharply, like they’d been bitten, and Harry caught the frightened face of the last person in all the world that he would ever want to see him like this.





Draco stood frozen for a moment, eyes huge, before he snapped out of his shock and attempted to smirk at Harry rather pathetically. “Just checking out the goods, Potter. Your little whore has a sweet arse.”





Harry propped himself on his elbows. He was too tired and had been through too much to bother getting riled up by the ferret. “I doubt you’re allowed to be in here, Malfoy,” he drawled. “Can’t imagine Voldemort wants his little piss-ant minions lurking around his private bedroom while he’s out evilmongering.”





“Says you. I’m on slave watch this week while Father is away. I have permission to come in here if I suspect you’re up to no good,” Draco replied in a haughty tone, crossing his arms across his chest.





“Oh? And we were sleeping suspiciously, is that it?” was Harry’s droll retort.





“Merlin, I bet you think you’re a bloody riot, don’t you? I came in because you were a bit over the top last night. The pair of you are animals. You weren’t meant to be banging each other’s bits relentlessly every time the Dark Lord leaves you alone for two seconds.”





“We weren’t? Aw, sorry, why don’t you clear it up for me, then. What are we meant for, Malfoy? Were you privy to the details? I’d really like to get the job right, you know.” His anger surged as he glared at the white, pointy face with dark smudges under those pale grey eyes. Before Draco snipped back, Ginny stirred awake and rolled over, the milky skin of her breasts flickering with the light leaping from the fire.





“Why is it so fucking loud in here? Some of us are trying to sleep,” she grumbled. When she took in the sight of Draco standing by their bed, she bolted upright. “Bloody hell, what the bleeding bollocks are you doing here?” she demanded in a high pitch.





“I could ask the same of you,” Draco replied, looking momentarily out of character, like he was…concerned or something. Harry narrowed his eyes and tightened his jaw.





“I think the answer is pretty obvious. She was captured by your cronies who are being lead around by a criminally insane person. Great house guests you’ve got, Malfoy; really charming lot.” But Ginny interrupted him before his sarcasm could really get going.





“Hang on, why aren’t you in school? What’s happening at Hogwarts?” she asked in a rush.





“We’re out for break, and what do you think’s happening with the Great Prat gone missing? Everyone’s acting like the sky’s about to collapse.” Draco’s gaze swept over her body just then, as if he’d just noticed she was nude, and his face was flushed, although it could have been from the heat of the fire. Ginny didn’t even act coquettish or embarrassed, but simply lay there with her tits out and her shaved fanny on display like it was normal. Harry wished she would at least cross her legs.





“So, what are you doing up here, Draco? Came to see the show? Are we a circus now?” she mocked. Draco glanced at Harry uncomfortably and Harry rolled over on his side quickly to bring his head to Ginny’s shoulder.





“He’s been watching us. I told you we were under surveillance. Little pervert’s probably been wanking up a storm wherever he’s stationed.” He then directed his taunts to Draco. “Did you ask Voldemort if you could do it from your bedroom for the sake of convenience, Malfoy? I hope your wank rag has the special Death Eater logo printed across it so you can rub the Dark Mark all over your knob while you toss one out.”





“Fuck off, Potter. At least I’m not a big ol’ poof. You sure gave your arse up easily enough to the Dark Lord. Been dreaming about the day you’d finally get pegged, or what? Gonna let your girlfriend fuck you with a strap-on next?” Draco looked practically elated to be throwing such barbs, and Harry was starting to lose his temper. He was ready to blast in retaliation but Ginny cut him off again.





“Shut it, Harry; don’t even start. This stupid bantering will just go round in circles endlessly and I’m not in the mood.” Then Draco barked dryly.





“You? Not in the mood? That’s a laugh. One might get the impression that cocks are like air for you, the way you keep gobbling them down. Always knew you were a slag.”





“Don’t you dare call my girlfriend a slag,” Harry threatened heatedly, but Ginny put her arm up to slap a hand to Harry’s mouth as she resumed talking coolly.





“Gods, you’re a witty one, yeah? If we’re so disturbing for you, Draco, mind telling us why you’re pitching a tent, right now? Looks like you’re about to split the seams with that stiffy.” Draco didn’t even look down, but moved a hand over his crotch to hide the protruding hard-on. Harry only grew more indignant to see it. While he might have enjoyed humiliating the ferret over playing voyeur, the idea of his enemy watching while Riddle did all those things to him and Ginny made him queasy.





“You’re a sick bastard, Draco, you know that? You think this is right, what’s going on? But you just do what you’re told just like everybody else in your fucked up faction. And then you’re going to get off on it, too? Such noble values you purebloods believe in.” He was suddenly so disgusted he couldn’t think straight, but Malfoy glared at him as if he were sending out devils from his pupils. The blond boy’s voice turned icy.





“Some of us don’t have any choice, Potter. It’s follow or die,” he bit out.





“Oh! Well, there you go. Now you know what’s motivating our libido when Mr. Snakeyface comes a-calling.”





“Yeah? I thought you were supposed to be all stupidly heroic and brave, or is that all bullshit?” Draco seethed. “You rolled over for him rather quickly, don’t you think? Nice nipple rings, by the way.”





Harry was about to respond, but he paused as soon as he noticed that the argument was sounding eerily similar to the one he’d had with Ginny. Things did look a whole lot different from the outside. “Well, at least I can take them out, but you can’t do much about your face, can you?” he quipped lamely.





“Draco, calm down.” Ginny had turned her body so that she was leaning back against Harry, her hand resting on his leg. He did a mental shake as he realized it felt quite sexy the way she was touching him so possessively. “You’re going to wake up Odds ‘n Sods with all of this caterwauling. It’s okay if you want to watch us have sex. We’ll even do it for you…right now, if you’re up for it.” Harry almost sprained his neck it whipped his head to her so fast, his jaw dropping while she snickered at her double entendre. But it appeared Draco was just as gobsmacked.





“Wha—what are you—talking about? I don’t want to watch you freaks sh—shag each other,” he stammered.





“Sure you do, luv. Even at school, I used to see you spying on us every time we snuck out for a snog. I bet you could hardly contain your boner when Voldemort gave you peeping Tom detail.” Her legs fell open as she leaned into Harry’s chest, her hand reaching for his so she could move it to rest on her quim. Harry looked up sharply to Malfoy, but seeing the boy’s eyes go dark in their arousal did something completely unexpected for him. It got him a little turned on. When he stared at the bulge straining in Draco’s pants, he slid his fingers down Ginny’s slit to see what kind of reaction he would get. Draco grunted, his gaze following Harry’s trail. Ginny gave a little moan and planted her feet further apart, making sure Draco had a clear view. Draco swore again under his breath as his hand spasmed over his zipper. Harry sat up straight, suddenly, spreading his legs to fit behind Ginny’s, his chest pressed up to her back, and he slipped one hand under her knee casually to lift it higher. He slid a few fingers into her slowly and then brought the seeping wetness there to slick across her folds. The ferret never looked away.





“You want to see more, Draco?” she teased lazily, the grin on her face stretching as wide as her legs. “We’ll even let you give direction. Whatever you want us to do, we’ll do. Fancy that option? We’ve done pretty much everything, though; doubt you could shock us.”





His face had gone deathly pale, but Draco spat his words at them. “You’re both disgusting.” Harry took that moment to glide three fingers back into Ginny’s cunt and she thrust up her arse into his push, moaning with exaggeration. Harry’s cock sprang to life.





“Yeah, we’re depraved little fuck bunnies, but we get to have all the fun. And you love it, don’t you?” She arched her back and gave another long moan. “Oh, Gods, Harry, deeper, go deeper. That feels brilliant.”





Draco looked kind of sickly now with his pallor and sunken eyes, but he was rooted to the spot by their foreplay. The room filled with the sound of heavy breathing as Harry continued to finger fuck her. Then they heard a shaky, hoarse request.





“Suck his cock.”





Harry froze, but Ginny instantly moved away from him to get on her knees, turning her body sideways so Draco could see what she was doing. She wordlessly bade Harry to pull back her hair away from her face by dragging his hand across the hanging, copper strands. He scooped them into a ponytail and then curled the length of it around his knuckles and into a fist. Meanwhile, she got him to lean back and let his legs lay open while she trailed light strokes up and down his hardening prick. Having Draco Sodding Malfoy standing there watching the entire escapade was surreal, but Harry also had to acknowledge that it was a bit intoxicating knowing that their desire was flustering the normally cool and collected ponce. Ginny made a grand showing of licking along his cock as if she were in heaven to have such a treat. Once she took his knob in her mouth, one hand snaked up to where he was still fisting her hair and pushed at it. Harry got the hint and began bobbing her head with some force. Ginny moaned all over him as she descended to the base. Now, Harry was most exceptionally excited.





“Yeah, baby, just like that. Take it all like a good girl,” he urged her in throaty mutterings, thrilling to idea of Malfoy hearing him. Ginny was getting so into it that the more he pressed down, the more she was able to deep throat. It felt incredible, and he increased his appreciative sounds of the performance. There was a screech of wood dragging on the floor, and when Harry looked up, Draco had produced his wand to summon the chair from the desk. His hand was groping about to find the seat so he wouldn’t have to look away from Harry and Ginny for even a moment, but when he saw Harry staring at him, he froze again.





“Make yourself comfortable, Malfoy,” Harry hissed. The boy plopped into the seat and watched in awe as Ginny groaned over Harry’s knob in another reach to touch his balls with her lips, but then pulled up in a gust of breath as the saliva-coated cock reappeared, solid and swollen. Draco ventured to make another behest.





“Do what you did before. The way you did him at both ends,” he interrupted. Harry and Ginny both stopped their motions as they stared back at him, then to each other, Harry blinking in confusion.





“What are you on about? When did she ever ‘do me at both ends’,” Harry countered, not quite sure what Draco wanted.





Draco grew flustered again. “You know! She put her mouth…down there, in between tea-bagging you. What, you forgot already?”





But Ginny was all business as she asked for more details. “You want me to rim him like this, or you want Harry to get on all fours?” His mouth opened and closed a few times as though he were struggling for air, but then Draco breathed out a feeble, ’all fours’.





Harry grew more baffled. Why was Malfoy interested in seeing Ginny do things like that to him? Wouldn’t it have been more erotic the other way around? He would have attacked Ginny’s arse and fanny with zeal, just to show the prat that he knew how to get her off better than Draco could ever dream of. “Hang on, why am I doing this again?” he complained.





“Because Draco wants to see you with your arse in the air; luv, so that’s what we’re going to give him. He’s in charge, after all. You know, what with the wand and not being tied to a bed and all. We’re just the entertainment,” she explained dryly. “And we don’t want Malfoy giving the Dark Lord an unfavorable report, do we?”





Harry frowned, but didn’t bother to answer. He wasn’t sure what her game was at this point, but she was trying to settle Malfoy down for some purpose. He got up on his knees and pressed his hands to the bed, awaiting his cues from her. It kind of startled him when she repositioned him so that his bum was aimed more to Draco, his body diagonal on the bed as the chains pulled taut. “You want him like this, or head down on the bed?” she asked, prompting Harry to choke. This was getting obscene. “Gin,” he intoned darkly, but she must have gotten an answer from Draco’s expression, because there was no sound, just her hand at the back of his head and one pressing at the space between his shoulders. He let his body be folded over, flopping his face to the side, ready to glare back at the ferret, but Ginny blocking his view.





“I suppose you want me to suck on his bollocks, too? Can you see everything all right?” Ginny’s obsequious questioning was starting to annoy him. Harry could hear a raspy, yeah from where Draco sat, and then the feel of her tongue licking along the crevice in his arse cheeks. He jerked at first, but then she was grabbing hold of his scrotum to massage the hanging balls as her mouth dipped down and sucked up the skin just under his perineum. Harry’s enthusiasm was immediate and very vocal. He disappeared into the sensations for a few minutes, fixing his attention to the traveling of her tongue, but when she grabbed his cock, still stiff and hanging between his legs, while she swirled the tip around his bud, Harry shouted his praise. She wanked him as her mouth continued to explore, stopping to spit on her hand so she could glide along the shaft more comfortably. Harry soon noticed a disparity in the sounds of slickened flesh being pumped with the rhythm she was using on his prick. Someone else was wanking, too.





“Malfoy, you’re still a sick fuck,” he boomed from his spot, his voice muffled some by the duvet. But Ginny only appeased the ferret.





“Oooh, yeah, let me see it. What a nice knob, Draco. Whack it harder for me. Gets me off, yeah? I like watching Harry jack off, too. His cock is so sweet, mmm,” she purred before mouthing Harry’s left testicle and giving it a hard suck. Her fingers made their way to his hole to circle it and a thumb eased inside of him.





“Oh, Merlin,” Malfoy breathed, “do it some more. Fuck him like that.” He sounded pretty aroused to Harry. Ginny followed his directive and sucked on a few fingers before slipping them inside of him. She dropped a blob of spit on the spot just as he had done to her, and then used the saliva to pump him a bit roughly.





“Shit…oh, shit, slap his arse, fucking spank that fucker,” Draco moaned, the wet squelches of flesh being stroked vigorously joining in. Harry felt the sting of a smack on his right arse cheek and he moaned into it, pushing his arse back into Ginny’s thrusting fingers the harder she fucked him. Her palm was hot when she wrapped it back around his prick a second later, her mouth back to licking the space from his arsehole to his bollocks. He could feel his seed ready to whoosh like a car atop a rollercoaster. Then Draco demanded something that made them both pause.





“Fuuuck, just do it. I want you to fuck him like the bitch he is.” His panting was fierce now, as though Draco were about to come, too. Ginny stopped what she was doing and turned to him, as Harry moved to raise his head.





“Sorry? You want me to climb on his knob, now?” But Draco growled at her.





“No! Use one of his dildos, you dumb bint! The biggest one he’s got! Then I want you to bugger your Gryffindor hero senseless.” Harry got back up on his hands and moved Ginny’s body into his side so he could see around her.





“What is your deal, fuckwit?” he asked, exasperated by Draco’s commands. But the boy was shuffling towards the fireplace, one hand clutching the opened trousers hanging off his hips. He bent over to examine the contents of the box, and then brought out his wand from his pocket to coax one of the toys from its lining. Harry could make out dangling straps from the thing as Draco charmed it to Locomotor over to the bed, his thin, pink erection poking out of his y-fronts when he turned to walk back to them.





It hovered near Ginny as Draco threw himself in his chair to resume his wanking. “Did you want to join us, Draco?” she asked in a kittenish beckon. Harry smacked the back of her head, but her hand slapped behind her to shush him.





“I—I can’t. Can’t touch you. You’re his property, now, he’d kill me if he found out I’d messed around with you. You have to put it on, not me.”





“Ah. Well, this makes things interesting, doesn’t it? If we do this, what are you going to do for us? I’d hate to have to get you into trouble, Draco. But…” and Harry could see her wicked smirk from his side, “Harry and I will make this really hot for you if you’re willing to negotiate.” There was silence for a few seconds before Draco’s subdued voice floated to them, his flickering shadow a gigantic mass on the wall like a black blob taking over the room.





“I can’t do anything for you, I told you. If he doesn’t kill me first, he’ll kill my parents. He’s a nightmare.”





Harry couldn’t contain himself. “Really?! I hadn’t noticed.” Draco shifted his gaze to him with a sneer, but Ginny spoke before either of them could snap at each other some more.





“But, Draco, surely you could get a message to someone once you’re back in school? I just need my family to know that Harry and I are okay. That’s all.” There was a fraught moment as they waited for Draco to respond. The boy looked trapped between his duty and his aching knob, but there was something else flickering there, in his eyes. Harry sat up suddenly and took a look at the dildo still hovering. Figures it would be massive, he groaned in his head. And bright purple. Harry could only guess what special nickname Riddle had for this behemoth (The Purple Pounder? The Punisher? Steve?). But he thought about poor Mr. and Mrs. Weasley going out of their minds with worry at what atrocity had befallen their daughter. They deserved some kind of assurance that at least she wasn’t dead. He wrapped his arms around Ginny’s waist and then leaned down to kiss her neck, sliding down to her breasts so he could suckle one as he played with the other. He heard Draco’s breaths speed up. He reached over to take hold of the harnessed dildo and looked at its design to see how it was supposed to fit over her crotch. Without even looking at the ferret, he wet his lips before taking the tip of the thing in his mouth, then sliding it in further a few times. He moaned, then put the phallic instrument to Ginny’s cunt and nudged her to open her legs a bit so he could push it into her. When she let out a long, winding sigh, Draco swore loudly again.





“Alright, fine. I’ll get them the message. Now let me see some penetration.”





And so it was that Harry found himself on his back, legs in the air, as his girlfriend got ready to peg him with an insanely large, purple cock. Ginny wasn’t kidding when she said she’d make it good. She was downright inspiring as she got him worked up again; her sex noises had him off his head. The filthiest, dirtiest stuff he’d ever heard kept coming out of her mouth, and his hard-on was pulsing like sonar vibrations. At one point, she tried to goad Draco into unshackling them with his wand, but he refused; his breathing heavy as he went back to his wank. When she had the cock half-way inside of Harry, he wasn’t sure who was moaning loudest: him, Ginny, or the ferret, and wondered what the hell happened to the wonder twins’ vigil. By the time she’d gotten it all the way to the base, Harry felt ridiculously full, but incredibly erotic. As ashamed as he was to admit it to himself, something about the fact that they had a witness was making the whole act even more potent. She had one hand around his prick sliding up and down, but then pulled out of him enough that she could lean over to whirl her tongue around the head, coaxing its dew to secrete into the slit. Ginny would grab hold of one thigh and position herself to thrust into him for a few minutes, then stop to pull out and spend some time bending low over his knob as she sucked him off. The stopping and starting postponed his orgasm, thereby prolonging their fucking, but it was driving him into madness. He grabbed hold of the chains at her breastbone, just under the collar, and tugged at them enough that her breasts strained, causing her to arch into the stress. She pushed him back to the mattress, her face so full of desire he felt consumed by her, and when she started to fuck him harder, his guttural moans for her were gifts of pearls, their eyes locked and Draco all but forgotten.





She started to whine as she pumped her hips, her face distressed. “Oh, Merlin, Harry, I want you to fuck me, oh, Gods, please,” she begged. “Draco, say he can fuck me, I need him, you have to let him fuck me.”





“Yes, yes, fine. Just fucking do it already.” The chair was squeaking with Draco’s exertions, whatever he was doing now.





Ginny seemed to be out of sorts, not knowing what to do now that she had his approval, so Harry reached over and unhooked the straps that held the dildo flat to her pelvis then told her to push it deeper. She pushed it as far as it would go inside him and then immediately climbed onto his throbbing erection, so firm and tall for her. Harry grabbed her waist and started to bounce her rapidly. It was going to feel phenomenal to splash her hot tunnel with his sperm. They were completely in synch with each other, Harry lifting his upper body so he could gain more momentum pummeling her body on his prick. The dildo in his arse came to life and started moving of its own accord, the sharp, robotic thrusts all he could handle as Ginny started to scream every time she ground her cunt into his pelvic bone, squashing his tightened bollocks with every downturn. He couldn’t even feel the first whips of cum shoot into her, but then there was a delayed wave of euphoria that almost blinded him as his body buzzed like Riddle’s vibrator. Ginny’s groans as she came were practically tortured. Yet, her pleasure was visible in every patch of her face, the sheen of sweat on her skin full of sparks from the fire’s glow. She rolled off of him like jelly and fell to the bed. The room was full of harsh pants for a while before their breathing slowed and they eventually grew quiet.





“Was that what you wanted, Malfoy?” Harry finally mustered the strength to say into the lightening room, the fireplace now dark. There was no answer. When he and Ginny were able to lift their heads in the direction of the chair, it was empty. Draco had gone.





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Paimon didn’t show up until hours later. When Ginny sweetly asked for the time, the elf revealed it was only seven in the morning. Apparently, Draco was a bit of an early riser. The house elf looked suspiciously at them when it picked up the strap-on toy lying on the floor under its case—where Harry had thrown it after their visitor had left—but they played dumb on how it could have gotten there. Harry was beat and wanted to go back to sleep after breakfast, his mind in spinning circles as he went over all of the information shuttling through his brain. Draco had declared them Voldemort’s property, and Harry had to wonder if that was just how all the occupants in the manor were told to view them or if it had gone beyond that. What was Riddle planning on doing with them, anyway? Surely at some point, he would tire of having sex with them every day. Harry couldn’t figure out the wizard’s master plan.





Ginny took his mind off of such matters, however, when she started to read him passages from her borrowed book. He thought it was pretty sexy and the mood soon set them on another sexual romp. Harry didn’t think it possible for him to ever tire of having sex with Ginny, so perhaps Riddle’s plan really was just that. Of course, Harry wanted more than sexual gratification when he was with her. Sometimes, it was enough that he was simply lying next to her listening to her breathe. He started to imagine how it would be to wake up in the morning each day and be in their own bed, just the two of them, like a real couple, with no creepy house elves and evil madmen ruining their fun. He put a hand on her taut belly and stroked it softly, wondering what it would be like to have a baby with her.





“Gin?” She lay with her eyes closed but grunted at him for her reply. “Those potions they give you at dinner; that you called your vitamins. Is one of them so you don’t get, you know, pregnant?” He hoped they hadn’t done anything to her to make it impossible for her to conceive.



“Yeah, they put me on a contraceptive potion the first night I was here.” She blinked open one eye and assessed him with it. “Why?”



“No reason, I just wanted to make sure.” He walked his fingers across her stomach this time, marching them up to the space beneath her breasts. “That was weird this morning, huh? Why do you think he came in here?”



“Um, I thought that was pretty obvious,” she droned mechanically. Harry raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t so sure about that.



“Well, he could have gotten into a lot of trouble. Might, still. I mean, I know he’s got a thing for you and probably wanted to rub my face in the fact that we’re fucktoys for Lord Fuckery, but it was still a risky thing to do for a toss.”



Ginny opened both eyes and scrunched her face. “Harry, sweetie, I don’t think it’s me that the Ferret has a thing for,” she said abstractly.



“What do you mean by that?” he asked dully, her veiled implication lost on him.



When she turned to look at him fully, her expression was knowing and expectant, eyebrows at her forehead. “I mean, it wasn’t me that he couldn’t take his eyes off of.”





Harry stared at her for a few more beats before a notion suddenly bloomed in his brain and his eyes grew to saucers. He felt heat prickle his skin almost instantly as the blush crept up from his chest. “Nuh…..uh. No. No bloody way.” His pitch climbed scales. “That’s—that’s total madness, Gin!”





But she only gave an amused smirk and closed her eyes again. “If you say so, Harry.”



“How—I mean—wha—he’s so—that’s—you’re mad,” he spluttered in fits and starts as he tried to form a coherent sentence. “We’re talking about Malfoy,” he finally got out. “The git hates my guts.”



“Well, that may be true, Harry, but I would say he feels a bit differently about your arse.” She was still lying there as if she were in the midst of her nap. But Harry kept shaking his head in his refusal to even entertain the thought.



“Good god, no. It was your arse he was trying to feel up, not mine. The whole idea is just really too…you’re disturbed, Ginny. I can’t even—no, just no.”



Ginny’s laugh bubbled up into her throat. “Oh, Harry! You’re so funny. You really are clueless, sometimes, aren’t you?”



He rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh at the affront. “Whatever, Gin. Can we just drop it, now?” Still grinning, she peeked at him through one eyelid again.



“Touchy, touchy, Mr. Potter. It was only an observation. S’not like I accused you of being secretly in love with the bloke or anything.”





Harry groaned and flopped to the bed on his back. “Fucking ‘ell, I should hope not. As if that could ever happen in this lifetime. Besides, I’m in love with you, aren’t I? The Ferret could hardly measure up, even with such a winning personality,” he joked sarcastically.





There was no response, the room suddenly silent. Harry got up on his elbows to check her face and was caught by her fierce glare. But she looked away and spoke to the wall. “You shouldn’t say things like that, Harry, if you’re just taking the mickey.” He rolled on his side and put his palm back under her breasts, rubbing back and forth lightly across the freckles sprinkled there.





“What? The way I feel about you? I wouldn’t joke about that.”





But she didn’t look convinced. “You might not feel the same way if we ever get away from here. It—it’s a bit of an extreme situation we’re in. You’re just feeling overly protective, I imagine.” She stilled his hand creeping its way over her breast with a squeeze.





Harry was vehement. “That’s a load of crap, Ginny. When we get out of here, nothing’s going to change between us.” He softened his tone as he resumed stroking her. “You’re still my girl, right?” Ginny locked eyes with him again, brown irises glinting, before slowly nodding. He crooked his arm and settled his head in an upturned palm as he regarded her, dragging one finger from the patch between her tits to the top of her hairless quim. “My girl, not Tom’s.” As they continued to stare at each other, he separated her legs slightly with the rest of his hand while a few fingers split her sex open. She spread them wider and closed her eyes once more, her expression going dreamy. He leaned down to whisper close to her ear. “And no matter what he makes you do, this is mine.”





Harry slid the wet fingers inside of her and watched Ginny’s mouth open in a soft exhalation of oh. He took his time with her—they had the whole day, after all—and reveled in every sound she gave him the more he played with her body. By the time he had crawled on top of her, Ginny was in a fit, begging him to take her hard. He felt so strong with her, as if her need for him had made him superhuman. Harry fantasized that he could rip their chains in half feeling this fire course through him, and almost stopped the sex to test the idea out. The magical power that nestled in their center of being seemed to converge and envelop them the longer they were joined, like a protective aura, and when Harry finally broke the spell and sped up his pace, their resulting climax elongated into minutes as it washed over the two of them.





They were blissfully left alone for the day, although Harry could now visualize Draco somewhere in the house stroking one off as he monitored them. He and Ginny mostly lay around and chatted about anything that popped into their heads: what could be happening with the school, the last dismal season for the Chudley Cannons, how the artwork in Riddle’s room was really rather gross. For the important things they needed to share, they would curl into each other and talk in hushed and hurried whispers. Ginny asked him what it was like to grow up with his guardian family and he tried to be bluntly honest with her about their neglect, glossing over some of the more embarrassing details. She didn’t give him one of those pitying looks, though, the way people sometimes did because he was an orphan, but went quiet and angry, her features clouding. She rolled away from him and began flinging leftover bits of egg off her remaining breakfast plate at the wall. Her soured mood prompted him to find other ways to help them pass the time. Harry got her to jump on the bed with him again to work off some of her aggression, while surreptitiously putting more stress on their binds. He watched the bedposts and headboard where the chains were linked to carefully, hoping to catch some buckle or crack in the wood as he leaned backward on each landing with all of his strength, his wrists turning white from the strain. Even if they had been secured magically, Harry liked to think that his sheer will could have some effect on loosening the hold.





Paimon brought them supper and stayed to brush Ginny’s hair while she ate. Harry still felt a bit funny at the suggestion she’d made concerning Malfoy having a thing for him, but maintained to himself that it was really Ginny the blond was taken with. It stood to reason he would; most of the boys in Hogwarts were drawn to her in some way. Still, it fed him no end of satisfaction to know that Malfoy didn’t have a chance with a girl like her, that she wanted Harry above all. He could feel it running through her every time he touched her, her blood flowing like a rushing river under her skin when her desire for him surged. He no longer felt like a boy, but a man who would see them through this. The knowledge made him antsy for Riddle to return so he could start to put some plan into motion, to manipulate the master manipulator for once and beat him at his own deluded game. As Harry tried to sleep later on after they’d both been washed by hand and massaged, thoughts became curlicues in his head while Ginny slept on his chest, his arms circled around her. Riddle would slip up sooner or later, and Harry had to be sharp enough to take advantage of the moment. He finally dozed off to images of him choking Tom to death with the very instrument of their incarceration.





In the middle of the night, Harry was rudely awakened by a burning in his forehead and his abdomen, making him clutch just under his stomach instinctively as if his guts were about to spill to the floor. The drone of someone intoning in Latin slowly filtered into his consciousness before he could open his eyes, discovering Riddle with his wand circling over him and Ginny as he chanted. She was aglow in a pinkish light, her tits like points as her back bowed in a frown, yet her cry one of pleasure. Almost as quickly as the pain had started, it passed, and Harry felt slightly nauseous as he shook off his sleepy state to determine what Riddle was up to. But the spell was finished, whatever he had done to them, and Riddle proceeded to grab at their bodies with a forcefulness that he’d not expressed before now. He took them separately, then together, disregarding their protests when he got too rough. When Riddle started to enter Ginny while Harry’s knob was still inside of her, Harry panicked—her initial scream making him fight back with kicks, fists punching the air wildly trying to reach Riddle’s sinewy body. He was eventually restrained at all four limbs, spread eagled to the bed again as Riddle angled Ginny to fill her with both of their cocks. Her whimpers only drove his fear, but he stilled his body to cause as little discomfort to her as possible while spewing a diatribe against the monster abusing her. Riddle fell on both of them in a heap when he was done, and seemed to fall immediately into slumber. But Harry was wide awake, his fantasies of murdering Riddle growing more vicious while he waited for morning.





Riddle didn’t leave, however, once the fire went out and a low light filled the room. He awoke with a loud stretch and then called for Amon, issuing the menu for their morning meal as Paimon dressed him in a short, silk robe. Ginny was plopped into a bath while Riddle ate cross-legged, using Harry’s belly as his table.





“Use the jasmine bath salts, Paimon, I like that one,” Riddle muttered in a bored tone before taking another bite off his kipper. He watched her being scrubbed gently with the soapy water, her head bowed as water was slowly poured over her shampooed hair. Harry needed to pee, but he tried not to fidget, even though the smell of the food was making his stomach grumble. “Hungry, Harry?” Riddle asked, then brought his fork to hover over Harry’s mouth, the bit of omelet there causing another growl from below.





“I’m fine, thank you,” Harry replied stiffly, looking away from the food. Riddle only chuckled before returning back to his eating. When Ginny was done with her bath, she was wrapped in a big, fluffy towel and brought to the bed, her collar turned fuchsia as it was buckled on. Riddle had another plate of food brought and placed on Harry again, feeding Ginny from it by mouthfuls as Paimon lovingly combed out her wet hair. After she’d finished, he bade her to lay flat on her stomach alongside Harry. He held out a hand and Paimon squirted some whitish lotion into his palm from a tube. Riddle rubbed it over his hands several times before he began to work it into Ginny’s skin. Meanwhile, he had Amon remove Harry from the bed. Harry was flipped over, his manacles all clipped together so that he was essentially hogtied, then floated to the same tub, which had now been refilled. The water was cold this time, and as Harry was unceremoniously dumped into his bath, he tried to keep from shouting at the shock of it to his senses. Amon was not a gentle bather by any means. Harry’s head was dunked underwater when it was time to rinse out the shampoo, and he spluttered and choked when he was breathing air again. He was laid on his stomach, too, at the end of the bed, his legs over the edge while he was faced towards Riddle and Ginny, but instead of a nice, cozy massage, he was fitted with the nozzle for another enema.





“Make sure you get him clean as a whistle, Amon. I mean, really get in there and scrape him out, if need be. Harry’s going to be a busy boy, today. He’s got a bit of chest fuzz growing back in, too, so be sure to see to that.”





Riddle maneuvered him and Ginny to the center of the bed and then lay over her so that his face was at her cunt, both towards Harry, whose belly was now feeling painfully distended from the water filling him, his bladder screaming. Riddle spread her legs open as he watched Harry’s expression with interest, fingers moving in and out of her cavalierly while Harry was emptied. But Amon laid him down to be filled a second time, and Harry couldn’t hold back his groan as the process began again. By the time he was propped on the bed in front of Riddle, his wrists now clipped to his ankles, chest smooth, and his nipples chained back to the dildo returned to his arse, he was fuming. The wretched pig was overzealously flicking his tongue at Ginny’s clit, making her squirm, and when he finally looked back up to Harry, his face shone in some kind of victory.





“You want to fuck her, boy, while I tend to her? She’s ready for us both; Ginevra is such a greedy whore.” His nasty smile only made Harry more furious.





“How about giving her a break? You could have damaged her last night, you sick bastard. And she’s not a whore.” He expected he’d get some of Riddle’s wrath for speaking so, but he welcomed it, at this point.





Riddle’s response was both surprising and anticipated. He climbed off of Ginny and had her moved to Harry’s end while he lay back against the headboard, but then stretched out a hand to Harry who felt himself glide over the duvet until he was between Riddle’s legs. Of course, when Riddle simply took hold of his cock and held it up for Harry, no words were required. This part he had expected and was ready for it. Harry felt that the only way to keep Riddle off of Ginny for the day would be if he was supplying the monster with orgasms by himself. He deigned to approach the blowjob as some kind of challenge, driving his anger to best the beast by sucking that cock for all it was worth, although it was a little trickier to do without the use of his hands. He kept eye contact with those red slits as his cheeks went concave in the suction, pushing himself to take more in his throat. He even teased the fucker, swirling his tongue around Riddle’s scrotum and suckling before latching on to the side of the veiny slab of flesh and bringing his mouth up and over. Every time Riddle sighed or grunted, Harry took that as a point in his favor, as though this were a wand duel. He could detect Riddle wanting to pull back, and imagined the man was ready to fuck, but Harry sucked hard enough so he could stay put, preferring the position of the fellatio to the alternative, and when Riddle came with a shout, he drank the monster’s seed as if it were his life’s blood. He felt assured he had won this round.





Riddle let out a long exhale. “You’re getting very good at that, Harry. Sure you’re not of the opposite persuasion? You would keep many of my Death Eaters most happy.” He waited a beat before adding, “If I were inclined to loan you out, that is. Ah, well, their loss is my gain, as it should be.”





“Ginny and I are not things to be loaned out,” Harry shot back, his voice scratchy. “What did you do to us, anyway? What was all that business with the incantations?” He figured he had nothing to lose by asking. Riddle seemed to be in a talky mood.





“Nothing for you to worry about, Harry. A simple fertility spell to ensure the Potter line will continue. I have a few suggestions for ways you can thank me.” He grinned devilishly again, his sharp cheekbones making him appear skeletal, pointy teeth only emphasizing the comparison to the spectre of Death. Harry was hardly soothed by Riddle’s announcement.





“What am I to thank you for? Using our bodies as some sort of experiment? Like we’re something for you to toy with? You complain about your Death Eaters not having any imagination or initiative, but you don’t let anyone around you have any free will. What are you hoping to inspire through fear? If a man can’t be free, he can hardly be called to greatness, can he?”





“On the contrary, Harry, free will is just another term to coddle the masses. Do you think that every witch or wizard out there has the foresight and the intelligence to make our society better? Of course not. Free will is simply an excuse to indulge them, to let them worry about their trite and piddling lives that amount to nothing and hold little substance. They eat and they fuck and they bitch, and then procreate to produce more little whiners who grow up to believe they are entitled to the best without actually expecting to work for it. This freedom is good? And even still, what will have I taken away, Harry? Limitations are set in order to test us, to make us push harder and overcome struggles. Struggle is what makes a man, surely you can agree to that? I expected you to suck my cock and you did so, but it was your choice to make it as good as you did, for whatever reason. People like to claim that they “have no choice”, but they do, there is always a choice, Harry, even if the choice is death.”





Riddle got up to lean into Harry’s face, breathing harshly over his mouth while his hands caressed Harry’s forehead and cheeks. “Necessity is the mother of invention, my boy. Where there’s a will, there’s a way. I could go on, but these axioms are essentially true. I have overcome a great many obstacles, put in long, dedicated hours of learning and hard work, and I have achieved greatness because of this, not because I had ‘free will’, but because it was destined to be so. Fate is a powerful thing, Harry, but it does not come without some effort.”





Harry pulled his head away, now thoroughly annoyed by the discourse. “Make up your mind, Riddle. If you’re fated to become something, then your actions shouldn’t mean a thing; it’s going to happen regardless. There’s no struggle in having your path laid out for you,” he insisted.





Riddle laughed loudly, grabbing hold of Harry’s shoulders and pushing him onto his back. Being that Harry’s hands and feet were still bound together, it was an awkward flip, but Riddle was leaning over Harry with his hands on the bed, looking ready to devour him. “How you can say that without a whit of irony is amusing, child,” he goaded. “Look at you, you’re the perfect example. What a complicated life, little one, and how do you think you arrived at this point? You have to take me down to win, do you not? Where do you suppose those reserves of strength will come from? Your great love? Or your seething hatred? I’ve seen your mind, Harry. Do not attempt to deny your dark side. It will save you better than the light ever could.”





Harry had had enough and wished his hands were free to throttle the bastard. “You’re deranged. I’ve seen into your mind, too, Riddle. Even Grindelwald thought you were a joke. You think you can become impervious and defeat Death, but it won’t happen, you will die—loveless and alone. What a sad, pathetic life you’ve lead.”





Finally Riddle grew bothered, his face darkening into a glower. “Shut it, Harry, and do something useful. Ginevra! Get over here and sit on your boyfriend’s face, he’s about to get the rogering of his young life.”





And so went the rest of the day and on into the night, Riddle taking turns with them and then demanding they entertain him with their frolic during rests. He seemed to derive great pleasure from directing Harry and Ginny, putting the two of them into various sexual positions, some of which he called funny names that Harry didn’t get. He would then slap his hands to signal that they should begin as he lay back to play spectator. It was all overwhelming, but at least when it was just him and Ginny fucking, Harry could pretend he was enjoying himself. He slept soundly that night, his body worn through, even though Riddle had bound Ginny to the top of him in the opposite direction. She slept with her face to the side of his hip and barely moved. When they awoke, stiff and sore, Riddle was still with them and calling for breakfast.





It went on for three days.





Ginny was still taking the same potions at supper, so Harry had to wonder just what Riddle aimed to do with a fertility spell. He grew fearful that the freak would impregnate her with some awful snake beast and had horrible nightmares in which she was giving birth to a Basilisk while it ripped her apart. Having to put up with their host continually was fraying his nerves, but Harry did his best to give Riddle whatever he wanted, hoping to keep up the façade that at least they were agreeable to the sex. It was proving difficult, though, the more exhausted they became. Ginny was in something of a stupor, moving into whatever was expected of her, but her expression registering nothing. And Riddle was hard to follow with his sudden mood swings. One moment, the teenagers would be put beyond their endurance in the roughest manner possible, but then later, Riddle would fall all over them as if he were infatuated with the pair. Being embraced in a passionate kiss by Tom while Gin was commanded to suck his cock yet again, Harry found it harder and harder not to lose it. The tenderness was somehow worse than the rough stuff; it seemed so profoundly wrong.





Time passing was becoming discernible only by the meals that punctuated their carnal haze, although Harry and Ginny were being fed solid food less and less. Potions had become their new diet, for the most part, or sometimes a spiked broth with a thick piece of buttered bread. Riddle refused to tell them what they were imbibing, but Harry could tell when they were given strengthening solutions over the regular regime of intoxicants. He rarely felt hungry, yet he had imagined their constant exertions would have given him a huge appetite. Often, after taking one of the golden elixirs, his energy felt renewed, ready for another bout of whatever Riddle deigned to put them through. The calming draughts seemed to be reserved for those times when either he or Ginny were getting distressed or too sullen for Tom’s liking. Whatever state he was in, Harry realized that they wouldn’t be able to continue like this for much longer, that something was going to have to give.





It was shortly after lunch had been served on the third day that they heard a tentative knock at the door. Riddle was lying back against the pillows reading The Daily Prophet, intermittently quoting passages aloud to the teens, while Ginny’s head was dumped in his lap. She was connected to Harry arse to arse by a tubular, double headed dildo, their wrists bound together on either side of them pulling their arms back. Harry knelt toward the fireplace, his hips rotating before slamming his bum back against hers. His cock and bollocks were cinched up in their locked status, as they had been all morning, but he was no longer thinking of his physical discomforts, or anything happening with his body, at all. His mind was adrift, trying to predict Riddle’s next capricious turn, and when there might be an opportunity to gain an advantage. Riddle seemed to be quite at home with them, but Harry knew he was still on guard. He couldn’t assume that the man had gotten sloppy just because it appeared he didn’t want to ever leave his bedroom, yet something was definitely off. It took a few moments for the knock to penetrate Harry’s deep reverie, but when Riddle shouted for the visitor to enter, the annoyance evident in his voice, Harry looked at the door in wide-eyed surprise. He’d quite forgotten other people were in the house.





The door creaked as it opened, but Lucius Malfoy strode through with that imperious air, his cape swirling behind him. The more Harry stared, however, the more Lucius’ domineering mien came off as an affectation, like it was all for show. The man looked quite nervous underneath that veneer; Harry was sure he could see those hands shaking slightly. Lucius froze, his face plastered with a grimace, when he glanced at the spectacle of the pair in front of him, but then quickly diverted his gaze to the ground as he gave a small bow to Riddle.





“My Lord, please forgive my interruption. I—I did not realize you were still indisposed. The rest of the assembly has arrived. We are—well, whenever you are ready, of course, we are all in attendance for the meeting.”





“What meeting, Lucius? What are you talking about? Ginevra! I didn’t tell you to stop,” he barked, now definitely cross. “Harry, why don’t you get your girlfriend to focus by putting in a little effort over there. She looks like she’s about to fall asleep.” Harry heard Riddle address Lucius again as he worked harder to fuck himself on the implement currently reaming him and Ginny both. She moaned deeply, her mouth sounding quite full, and pushed back into him. When Harry glanced back at Malfoy, the platinum gentleman was doing his best but not quite succeeding in containing his revulsion.





“You, uh, called a meeting earlier in the week, for today at one o’clock. You said it was important, that you had some pivotal information to disseminate. Perhaps we misheard the date, my Lord? Or the time? I can send everyone away until you are ready, of course, if that is what you wish.” His pale skin was now ruddy with his discomfiture.





“Oh, for the love of Salazar, what kind of muck up is this? Of course you got the time incorrect, can’t you see that I’m busy, imbecile? Do you think I would call a gathering and then somehow forget? Lord Voldemort remembers everything! And whatever you do, do not send anyone away; it’s hard enough to get them all together in the same room to begin with. I will be down in twenty minutes, and everyone had damn well better be waiting with bells on! Now, go!” Riddle waved Lucius away like he was swatting a fly and then bellowed for Amon. Lucius gave another bow before turning swiftly to the door to make his hasty exit, Amon Apparating into the room as soon as he left. The two teens watched curiously as Riddle got up to stand naked in the center of the room, arms outstretched as he waited for Amon to dress him. His impressive erection was still coated with Ginny’s saliva, but Riddle seemed to pay it no mind as the voluminous yardage of his emerald green robe was draped around it. Amon prepared his master with scents and cleaning spells, affixing rings and jewels to Riddle’s hands and neck. Harry caught sight of the small blade being produced before it was slid behind the stiff, tall collar protruding from the back of Riddle’s robe. Then Riddle’s attention was turned to them.





“I want you primed for me, children, when I return. No getting off until I’m back, however, the spells will see to that. Spread your legs a bit wider, Ginevra.” Harry heard her startled cry and then a long moan. When Riddle put his wand to Harry’s collar, chains were tightened to the rings at his chest. Harry’s immediate response was one of pleasure, his mouth opened to emit his appreciation, which Riddle quickly took advantage of by stuffing several fingers inside and wielding them like a thick cock. “Yes, this will do nicely. You’re both such sensual beings. We shall have some fun when I’m finished with my crew of drones. I won’t be gone too long, no need to worry.” With a last squeeze to Harry’s swollen prick, he was off to his Death Eater gathering.





“Gin, are you all right? What did he do?” Harry asked in a strained hush while trying to look over his shoulder.





“Nothing, luv, I just…I can’t come, is all. But it…it feels kind of hot, the tightness, and it’s gotten me all randy again. We’re buggered up until he gives us a release, though. Wanker.” She moaned the insult, however, when Harry slid his bum against hers trying to shift the weight on his knees. It felt good to Harry, too, but he suddenly felt like a volt of electricity had been zapped to his stomach. This was it, he intuited. This was when they would have their chance.





“Gin, listen to me, carefully. I need you to concentrate.” His voice sounded a bit woozy but he cleared his throat forcefully as he shook his head. “He’s got them all somewhere in this place, most likely in the ballroom. When he gets back here, he’ll have that robe on still. We need to convince him we’re so turned on that he needs to get into bed straight away, understand? While he’s still dressed. If he unchains you, it’ll be even better. I need you in a position to reach his wand so you can act when I do.”





“What?” Ginny sounded panicked. “You mean, now? Do it now? What if—what if it doesn’t work, Harry? They’re all down there waiting, and if something goes wrong, there’s going to be immediate retaliation. Not to mention if we fail. Riddle will offer you up to his savages quicker than we can spell a Lumos.” Her voice quavered on the last sentence, her fear palpable.





“We can do it, Gin. He’s distracted. Whatever bloody fixation he’s got with us, it’s messing with his leadership. Even Lucius is appalled at his behaviour. With Riddle’s wand and your Reductor blasts, we can do some major damage before we leave here. We need to find Nagini, but the more Death Eaters around, the more likely we’ll be able to get information. You have to trust me, Ginny; I’ve got a gut feeling about this.”





His body was thrumming with the adrenaline now, his eyes casting about the room for anything that could aid them in their escape now that he had a course of action. He wondered if they could use Paimon to assist them. The creature had a special affection for Ginny that they could possibly use to their advantage. But in the meantime, he was in a heightened state with a large phallus still buried inside him. He shook his head again as if it would afford him instant clarity, but the excitement that had seized him was doing something to his desire as images of taking down Riddle accosted him again. He writhed against Ginny’s rear end and the ensuing charge ran along his nerves like lightning streaming the sky.





“Oh, fuck, Harry,” she whined. “I don’t know how we’re going to do this. I just wanted to get off a minute ago, but now I’m scared to death.”





“Just think about us, Gin. Think about how I’m going to touch you when we don’t have Fuckface leaning over us telling us what to do. How we’re going to wake up in a bed at Grimauld after this is all over and be together however we want.”





“Together? Like, living together?”





Harry was adamant. “Of course, living together; you’re not leaving my side once we’re free. We need to meet up with your brother and Hermione so they can help us destroy those Horcruxes. I know where to look, now. We have to do it fast before Riddle can be resurrected by one of his diehard groupies, so the more of them we can take out the better, but then it’ll be done with. I know you can do this, Gin. I love you, I won’t let anything else bad happen to you.”





There was a pause, but then Ginny spoke in a rush. “I love you, too, Harry. And I can’t believe I just said that with a big dildo in both our bums, but it doesn’t matter, anymore. I’m with you whatever you need to do, Harry. You can count on me.”





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When Riddle returned to the room, his face was in a scowl, but turned to a lascivious grin the moment he saw the two of them pistoning their arses to each other in a flurry of groans and sighs. He swooped down on the bed and Ginny called for him, begging him to let her suck his huge knob, to fuck her while Harry did her other end. Riddle seemed elated by their throes of need, quickly unfastening his robe and then tossing it to the top of the bed. He didn’t even bother to call for Amon but set upon the two of them, his hand slipping in between their fleshy rumps to grip the center of the phallus and help them along. Ginny’s ecstatic peals rang through the room and Riddle slid to her front, her moans going muffled with his kisses. Harry soon after felt the rubbery prong being extracted and he was flipped over on his back. He quickly scooted backwards with his feet, the chain at his wrists disconnected from her yet spooling to the end posts. Harry wrapped them a few times around his forearms surreptitiously while Riddle was intent on burying his face between Ginny’s spread thighs. Her arms reached up high behind her, fumbling at the green swaths of satin.





Riddle seemed to be eager for their company, his ardor more amped up than usual. He put Ginny astride Harry’s lap after he had entered her from behind, and it momentarily threw Harry, feeling her doubly penetrated like that again, but he stymied his distaste and moaned fitfully, muttering filth into her ear to the delight of the cretin at her back.





“Yes, children, you are compulsive now, aren’t you? I can feel your desire, Harry, you can’t control the way it drives you. You’re more twisted than perhaps you ever realized. Ginevra is a good match for you in such debauched need. You’re addicted to it, the way my cock fills you, both of you. So much for your free will, boy. Your arse is mine.”





They moved with him and groaned their pleasure no matter what he did. When Riddle bent down to take Harry’s still stiff cock in his mouth, Harry ratcheted his moans until Riddle was well into it, grabbing hold of Harry’s thighs while moaning along. In a flash, Harry unspooled the chains wrapped around his wrists and with the resulting slack crossed one, then the other, over the back of Riddle’s neck, pulling them under the man’s chin and tugging tightly. Riddle choked instantly, his eyes bulging, but before he could react with his body, Harry was able to drag Riddle over and cinch the chains across his throat. He screamed for Ginny, who scrambled behind her to rip at the gown, Riddle’s loose kick catching her behind her shoulder. Her forehead smacked hard into the headboard, but she never slowed down her search, victoriously pulling out the dagger with a cry. Harry’s shoulders and back were screaming as he pulled with all of his strength, Riddle fighting against him, but Ginny’s thrust was quick, making a hollow sound, as the blade plunged into the monster’s chest. His gurgled scream was muted, but then she did it again, right at his heart. Riddle’s red eyes were still protuberant and enraged, another wet scream caught in his throat, but still breathing. Harry called for Ginny to give him the knife, but she stuck Riddle with it one more time, in his belly, blood splashing from the force of it. Her face was twisted in horror as she screamed back at her rapist, but Harry called her name again, and she looked up in surprise, blood on her cheeks.





“Give me the knife, Gin, give it here.” She handed it over as if he had asked for the salt at the dinner table, making sure to turn the blade around so that the handle faced him. The polite gesture was so out of place, Harry wanted to laugh, but he let go of one end of his fashioned noose and grabbed hold of the hilt, rapidly turning it to jab into Riddle’s throat. The spray was thick, but still that paragon of evil refused to die, his gurgles furious. “Fucking die already, mother fucker!” he shouted and plunged it in again, right at the hollow base nestled in Riddle’s clavicle. Harry felt sticky and wet, and somewhere in a partitioned area of his mind, he registered that he was coated in Riddle’s blood, but at the forefront of his thoughts was one single, preeminent goal. By the time Riddle finally stilled, Harry’s body was vibrating so badly, his vision blurred. He turned to Ginny who was balancing herself from the edge of the bed to the dresser where Riddle’s wand lay on a molded base. She was stretching to reach it, her fingers curling towards the space an inch away.





“I can’t get to it, Harry!” she screamed in frustration, but Harry threw over Riddle’s dead body and put out his hand in the wand’s direction, trying to recall everything they’d been taught about wandless magic, which was not a whole lot. The wand rolled a few times above its block of sculpted wood, but it remained. They were both still attached to the bed. Harry wondered if all the adrenaline pumping through his veins might finally help him rip their shackles free. Just then, they heard a crack in the room, the fizzle of a current of energy making the hair on Harry’s arms stand up.





“Paimon! You have to help us! Help me get the wand, Paimon!” Ginny cried to the house elf. Its eyes went huge in its face, followed by its open mouth as a horrific, high pitched scream emitted from the perfect circle. It pointed an accusing finger at them while the scream continued and Harry thought he could hear running feet in the halls. He took hold of the knife in Riddle’s throat and pulled up, flipping it in his hand as he prepared to fling it straight at Paimon’s head. But before he could let it fly, another crack sounded and Amon was standing behind the distressed creature. Without a word, it struck the elf from behind, knocking it to the ground, then brandishing a wand to Stun the body at its feet. When it looked up to Harry and Ginny, its face was resolute, quickly dragging itself over to the dresser and seizing the wand resting there. It flung it to Harry, who caught it in his hand gracefully, like the Snitch coming home to its Captain.





“Amon, you need to take us to Nagini,” Harry insisted, unfazed by the turn of events. He turned to release Ginny before pointing the wand to his wrists and ankles, the manacles dropping to the bed. Then he turned the wand on Amon, who looked completely unsurprised.





“They’ve heard the commotion. There is already someone on the way. You must follow me,” the creature's gravelly voice prompted them. Harry grabbed hold of Ginny’s hand and pulled her off the bed, demanding that Amon give her his wand. The creature dutifully handed it over without hesitation. Ginny looked unsure and glanced to Harry, the blood now smeared through her hair turning it dark. But Harry was single-minded.





“No one’s going to get in our way, Gin. We’re getting out of here.” He gave her a meaningful look, not feeling the need to say the words, but suggesting with his expression that it would be through any means necessary. She nodded back to him and tightened her grip on his hand. Amon opened the door and then poked his head out, looking to either side in the hall. Harry could hear a loud voice at one end coming up the stairs. He stepped out to pull the three of them in the other direction.





And so they ran, naked and covered in blood, as they made their way through the manor, free and determined. When they were stopped by a shocked MacNair, Harry’s Sectumsepra to the man’s bits was immediate and ruthless. They barely listened to his screams as he crumpled to the floor; they were already off down another hallway. As they passed a crowded room of wide-eyed guests, their faces a collection of bewilderment and awe, Ginny let loose with a Reducto that blew apart one wall into flying rubble. And when they finally came upon the giant snake sleeping in a glowing sphere of light down in the cellar, Harry dispatched its cocoon and spoke to it in Parseltongue, coaxing it to slither up to him. He hadn’t expected it to work, but when Riddle’s familiar followed his instruction, he had the animal follow them, thinking that they would need something special like Gryffindor’s sword to destroy it properly.





When a frightened Draco was caught in their path to the outside, Harry and Ginny both held their wands on him, expressions grim. No words were said, but Draco simply pointed to the way out. Harry and Ginny ran on, Amon and Nagini behind them. When they found the French doors leading to the garden, Ginny blasted it open with a Bombardo beforehand, their running steps never slowing as they made their way outside into the glorious sunshine.





Harry grabbed Ginny by the waist and swerved them as they Apparated to freedom.











A/N: Epilogue will be posted tomorrow. Thank you for all of your reviews.