Force

I'm very sorry for the long wait, but I've been dealing with major writer's block.
This chapter has been rewritten like 5 times.
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I watched Malfoy and his “girls” for only a moment until I heard Ron gasp loudly. My best friend looked to be on the edge of tears as he looked away from the doors. Ginny simply looked away with tears running down the sides of her face. I was terrified to look at what had upset both of them so much, but I had to look, the curiosity was killing me. I had never seen either of them hurt this much. Slowly I turned around to see Bellatrix Lestrange riding on the back of another human being. At first I was not sure who it was and then I noticed a familiarity. The dark poofy hair struck years of memories except it was more matted than I had ever seen. There was also the evidence of a recent haircut, but it seemed to have been done with an old, rusty pair of garden shears. It was Hermione that was crawling on all fours while Bellatrix sat up on her back silently. My female best friend was being ridden like some kind of animal. It was strange, my best friend looked a mere shadow of her former self. Her naked body was so thin that her ribs were showing and her hair lacked sheen, it was simply dead string hanging from her head and covering her face. Every inch of Hermione’s body was covered in either bruises or cuts. I was not sure if I even wanted to see her face from what I had already seen.

“Faster, you stupid mudblood!”

Bellatrix screeched at Hermione in a shrill voice that was only an octave below a glass breaking pitch. My body began to vibrate with loathing and anger as I had to look onto her torture. Hermione yelped loudly and I noticed that the evil Mistress was digging the heels of her knee high boots into the poor girl’s upper thighs. I winced for my friend when I saw the streams of blood running down her legs emanating from these new scars on her body.

“Hermione!”

I yelled out for her several more times but the girl on the ground never even flinched. I looked up at Voldemort pleadingly. He placed a forceful hand on my head pointing my face back towards Hermione and her Mistress. To my surprise Voldemort whispered to me careful to make sure no one else could hear what he was saying to me.

“You have to see this, Harry. You must realize that you should be grateful I see your beauty and your useful side. Watch and see what you could have become.”

I watched recoiling unhappily at what I saw. Hermione had carried Bellatrix all the way to the steps before the head table, but she looked as if she could not crawl another inch. I jumped forward to catch her before she hit the ground. In the process of trying to help Hermione I happened to knock Bellatrix off her slave girl’s back. I had just cupped the poor girl’s face in my hands helping her to lay down when suddenly I was pulled back by my hair. I was ripped backwards with a hand I knew was not my Master’s. My body was thrown against the marble stairs and a sickening crack emanated from my back. Instinctively I reached for where I usually kept my wand, but my hands found only the leather underwear. I realized the sinking feeling into the bottom of my chest I realized what I had done wrong.

“Insolent, half-blooded bastard! You will pay for that!”

Bellatrix had her wand at my throat in an instant as she screamed insults at me. The wood pressed into my jugular vein making me wince. And then the wand was just gone, I looked up to see it resting in the hand of Voldemort. For a reason unknown to me, the man who had cost me so much had just saved my life.

“Bellatrix, take your seat. Harry is mine and I will punish him as I see fit.”

I watched the emotion drain from her cruel features as she turned her fury to the helpless, broken girl formerly known as Hermione. One kick to the gut with Bellatrix’s pointed boot had her slave crawling after her once more. And now I was left to face the wrath of my Master alone. The chill of my bare skin shot through my veins for the first time. The underwear I was wearing suddenly vanished, but the ring that was choking my cock at the base stayed tight. A wince skewed my features as the bottle he had shoved into my stretched hole began to come out. It clanged to the floor loudly with his cum leaking out of the top. The urge to throw up again hit me but I resisted as hard as my weakening body would allow.

“You have embarrassed me in front of my friends and displayed behavior that I never want to see from you again. Is that understood, slave? Turn around, Harry. I want you to lick every drop of cum off the floor.”

I gagged but my body instantly obeyed his command. The salty taste made my stomach growl at the memory of real food as my tongue trailed through the white goo. I squeezed my green eyes shut tightly while I silently cleaned. I opened one of my eyes and inspected the floor making sure every drop was cleaned up. My line of sight traveled up my Master’s feet to his hips where every inch of my body froze. I watched in awe as his long, spidery fingers stroke that impressive cock. I realized for the first time how my tongue traveled over my lips just looking at that hard member. I truly wanted that huge hunk of meat shoved into my tight ass; this was when I began to crave the pain. My body practically begged to ripped open by the invader that had disgusted me so completely at first.

“Get on all fours, Harry. It’s time for your punishment.”

Voldemort walked back to the table snatching a long black riding crop from his place at the table. His eyebrows were furrowed in anger and his lips were pursed.

“Your hands and your knees will not leave the floor until I give you permission.”

The order was curt and his voice contained a dangerous hiss that made me shiver. My knees and hands suddenly felt cemented to the hard stone floor, I could not move. The leather slapper tapped against my already pink bottom sending shivers down my spine. I knew this was going to hurt, but I could not even attempt to crawl away. The loud CRACK of the crop echoed through the large hall amplified by my following yelps of pain. I began to cry after only sixty solid, stinging smacks from the unforgiving slapper.
“Please, Master! Please stop! I’m so sorry!”

I begged between my desperate screams as he covered my entire bottom with reddened heat. My brain struggled to move away from the pain, but my limbs would not move a single inch. My upper body was free though to struggle and wiggle. The crop suddenly stopped raining down on my tender flesh, but I could not stop crying. My chest sank to the floor even as my hands and knees remained in their instructed positions. My chest heaved heavily as I sobbed hysterically. I felt hands gently caressing my bruised flesh which caused my tense body to relax. It was then I noticed how hard I was, unfortunately he noticed it as well. The hardened flesh pressed against my stomach quivered with pleasure.

“Harry, I think you must have been born to be a slave if this turns you on so much.”

I involuntarily growled at my Master growing angrier by the moment which only fueled my intense arousal. I began to drip onto the floor shaking harder and harder as I got so close to my climax. My cock was choked by the ring currently locked at the base of my red member.

“Gotta cum!”

I was seconds away from humping the floor in agony, but instantly I was bound with both wrists behind my back. My head was suddenly pressed to the cold floor by a shoe sole.

“Tell me what you are, pet.”

“I’m your little cock-sucking slave, Master!”

The words came out of my mouth before I could even think of a response. A blush instantly spread over my face as the foot pressed into my head even harder. A whimper escaped my mouth as he ground my cheek into the wood.

“Get up, the rest of my guests will be arriving soon.”

No sooner had I crawled back to my place at the feet of my Master’s chair than a small house elf appeared announcing the arrival of another Death Eater who’s mention made me jump.

“Master Lucius Malfoy and Mistress Narcissa Malfoy have arrived, Master Voldemort along with their slaves Molly and Arthur Weasley.”

I was shocked to see Lucius out of Azkaban, but it had been days since I had basically thrown the Wizarding World at the mercy of this monster. I should have realized the dementors of the wizard prison would have released the followers of their new ruler. A growl built in my chest as I looked at both of them carrying golden chains that were attached to the necks of the Weasley parents I had once looked on as the closest thing I had to family. The four of them stopped just before the head table both of the Malfoys bowing deeply to the Dark Lord. Lucius pulled gently on the leash he held coaxing Molly to her feet. I had never seen her looking so fit. Molly looked like a copy of Ginny aged twenty years. Her hair was pulled back in small pigtails and she wore a small black dress that flared out at her hips. Mrs. Weasley had definitely lost a ton of weight In the past week or so. It has obviously been the same type of magic that had been used on Ron to turn him into the ravishing she-male he now was.

“My Lord, I would like to present my slave girl to you. I hope she will be as pleasing to you tonight as she is to me.”

I struggled to maintain my composure as the eldest Malfoy rubbed his hands over her body ripping her dress to shreds while she wiggled against her Master seductively grinding her newly tightened ass into his groin. When she was finally naked he clutched at her breasts obviously imitating the movements of fucking her now beautifully sculpted body into her still meaty ass.

“She is beautiful, Lucius. I wonder though, is she as responsive as her children are?” Voldemort hissed loudly already growing harder by the moment.

“Oh yes, My Lord. In fact I bet she’s almost dripping down her legs with the knowledge that her children, Harry and the Death Eaters she used to fight so hard against are watching her show what a slut she really is.”

Her Master delved a hand in between her creamy white thighs rubbing for only a moment before sliding out to show everyone in the room how they dripped with her obvious arousal. The Masters and Mistresses in the room laughed as they saw a rosy blush spread over her entire body.

“Very nice, Lucius. She is a nice specimen indeed, now what about her husband your dear wife is holding onto.”

Molly turned her face to deliver a deep kiss to her Master then she sunk back down to her knees obediently. All eyes then turned to Narcissa and Arthur. The male slave carefully watched every movement of his Mistress with obvious adoration reflecting in his eyes. I backed up in total confusion. My makeshift family was suddenly turned into obedient robots with no minds of their own and an obvious love for their owners where as I was still loathing every second I was trapped in this hell-hole of submission. I was physically unable to resist where as they seemed more than willing to jump at commands.

“They have both turned out well, my dear followers. Congratulations on your new pets. You may take your seats.”

I had been so lost in thoughts I had not realized that Arthur had been stripped as well and had preformed a seductive little dance for an eager audience. It seemed in the course of minutes they had all been worked into a sexual frenzy. Ron was in Draco’s lap grinding and moaning while Ginny had the chair in a death grip from the young Master’s hand rubbing between her legs furiously. Bellatrix had her foot shoved into Hermione’s mouth as the poor girl desperately tried to keep up with her Mistress. I looked up to my Master seeing him working a hand along his impressive length. He reached a hand down to my hair yanking my face closer to his cock as he suddenly shot sticky white streams of cum into my hair and all over my face. I was too shocked to move from the position he had put me in.

“Master Voldemort, Master Lestrange has arrived with his slave Neville Longbottom.”