Force

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This chapter is told in the perspective of Lord Voldemort (just to switch things up a bit).

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I couldn’t believe that he finally belonged to me. He would forever be mine. I watched his chest heave as he cried silently. I would be able to show off my grand prize to all of my loyal servants in only a few hours. Excitement filled me as I thought about the shows that would be displayed after dinner. I began to stroke Harry’s balls softly studying the short dark hairs that encased his genitals, and I knew that a full body hair removal would have to take place soon. His cock quivered in excitement even when his body shuddered in pain. Although he could not move, I could sense his fear and shame but also his pleasure. I played with the leather straps twisting them in my fingers as I tried to decide how I should tie up his balls in the most painful way that would not truly damage his precious package. I carefully encased each small egg in the straps making sure to separate them a bit. My eyes focused on what I could see of his face.



“Please stop”



His words came out like a little whimper and for a moment I felt compassion for the poor boy, but it was quickly gone. Though I did have to admit, he was beautiful. My cock twitched in anticipation on his scream as I prepared to pull the leather strings tight. When I yanked his body bowed off the cushion as much as his invisible binds allowed and the scream that came from his mouth sounded like music. His face was even more beautiful when twisted in agony. I tied the strings tightly locking them in place with my wand then I stood stepping back to allow him a few breaths of air. I watched his sack turn bright red with the pressure for only a moment and then I looked down at my watch. It was almost time for my grand dinner party. Just thinking about the onslaught of debauchery that would go on tonight immediately renewed my erection to a hard point. I walked over to the table filled with toys looking for my final tool of torture. I picked up a small vibrator pondering how long it would take before Harry was begging and sobbing at my feet to cum. I would make him wait until the end though. With a quick twist the vibrator sprang to life in my hands. I noticed Harry’s sudden silence as he listened to the buzzing, and I made my way back to him.



“Stand up, slave. I have one final touch.”



He whimpered softly but stood slowly. He cautiously watched my every movement as I attached the vibrator to his cock positioning it right under the head. His entire body shook as the quivering toy shot pleasure through his body. I picked up a golden colored leash from the table swiftly attaching it to his shining collar.



“Back on all fours, Harry. I will be having some guests arriving soon.”



He slid back down and I grabbed a long, sleek black riding crop from the table. I tested the heavy black slapper against my hand finding that it had quite a sting. My brain made a note to work this tool into the show Harry would perform for my Death Eaters tonight.



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I apologize for the short chapter, but trust me. . .the dinner party will be good.



Recently I’ve been considering writing branch-off stories to this one as well. The themes would detail what happens to Harry’s friends and fellow classmates through their struggles with submission.



Oh and one more note:

Harry slept for two whole weeks.



Please forgive any spelling errors or grammar mistakes or feel free to point them out to me!