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Possession	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 85531 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Chapter XVI – Pre-emptive Strike

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"Have fun," Draco smirked as he stauntered out the door,
taking one last look at Potter.
The black haired boy was tied spread-eagled on a raised stone slab. Both Blaise
and Millicent were hovering over him, waiting for him to awaken but Draco knew
they would hasten that process just as soon as he and his illusion companions
were somewhere public.
"Oh, don't worry, we will," Millicent chimed as the door clang
shut.
"Sheesh!" Blaise rolled his eyes. "I thought he'd never
leave."
"Tell me about it... But we can begin now. You got his wand?"
"You betcha!" Zabini held the piece of holly, one hand at each
end. "This will ensure that he can't get away." With narrowed eyes
and a sly smile he snapped the wand.
"Eargh!" Harry screamed as something within him snapped. His body
arched up, pulling at his bonds unconsciously as he struggled.
"Yeow! That was loud! What the hell happened?" Millicent yelped.
"Well... This was meant to be his only wand," Blaise said. "I
guess it was tied to him. That's the only thing I can think of."
"Yeah well, it doesn't matter now, does it," Millicent smiled at
Blaise, licking her lips.
"No, it doesn't." He flung the broken pieces of wood aside,
turning hooded eyes towards their captive. "Draco should have had enough
time so now we can begin." He held his hand out to Millicent, like some
twisted parody of a gentlemen. "For our Lord?"
"For our Lord," she confirmed, taking his hand as they raised
their wands towards the unconscious Harry Potter.
"Enervate," they said the spell together.
Harry blinked but quickly realised he was bound and he'd had enough
experience to know that the bonds weren't going to break from the force he
could exert. He carefully opened his eyes and immediately wished he hadn't.
He knew that look. He'd seen it almost all his life.
Lust, desire, craving, carnal... And he was only a thing to them. Something
that could ease their desires.
Without thinking he screamed, struggling desperately but it was to no avail
but he continued to try. Out of nowhere a fist hit him and Harry turned to
glare at his captor... Captors he corrected himself.
Blaise Zabini and Millicent Bulstrode.
Two of his year mates...
Two of Voldemort's followers...
He looked at them with wide eyes.
"Well, look at what we've got here," Millicent purred, licking her
lips.
"What..?" Harry coughed. "What do you want?"
"Oh... I think you know. And we're going to get it," Blaise
narrowed his eyes as he looked lewdly at Harry. "You escaped our Master
last year and you escaped him again a few weeks ago."
"We're here to make sure that you don't do it again."
"There are consequences for angering our Lord."
"Just think about it Potter. Next time you escape from our Master we'll
do this again and next time we won't be so merciful. We'll let you watch though
as we do this to Weasley and that Mudblood Granger. And just think how the
youngest weasel will squeal when I rip her open," Blaise laughed and nodded
towards Millicent.
The girl reached towards Harry, ripping at his clothes.
"No!" Harry screamed and tried to flinch away but the bonds were
too tight and he couldn't move. He felt the panic rising within him. This couldn't
be happening. It couldn't be. He'd escaped this pain. At Hogwarts he was safe.
"Bad boy!" Millicent exclaimed as she slapped him, swinging her
legs over the stone so that she straddled him. "Bad, bad boy." She
pulled a knife from within her robes and continued to cut at his cloths.
It didn't take long for her to expose his chest so as Blaise watched she
slid down slightly, rest her butt on Harry's knees as she cut away at his
pants. "I'm going to enjoy this," she murmured, eyes clouded with
desire as she beheld his full nakedness.
Harry continued to struggle as best as he could but he couldn't do anything.
Mindless terror gripped him and his breath became short as his mind threatened
to shut down. This wasn't happening.
"Hmm..." Blaise sighed as he sat down. "So am I," he
grinned watching as he waited for his turn.
Millicent removed her own robes, throwing the fabric aside before placing
one hand on Harry and moving one to between her own legs, probing there. After
a few moments, despite Harry's best efforts, he was ready, his dick standing
tall and proud. Millicent withdrew her hands, her fingers slick with her fluids
as she raised herself and moved forward.
"No. Please, no." Harry looked into her eyes, making sure she
could see the sincerity in his own.
Millicent grinned, licking her lips again and raising one eyebrow at him.
"I don't think so," she said as she sank herself on to him.
It didn't hurt but at the same time it was pain worse than anything he knew.
Harry screamed, desperately hoping his voice would be heard but he knew they
would have cast a silencing charm on the room but he still tried. Millicent
began moving up and down on him and Harry looked away, unable to bear the sight
of her pleasure, feeling shame flood through his chest. This was happening and
there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"No..." She growled, gasping as she drove herself down and held
there, muscles massaging Harry's length. "Watch." She reached out and
gripped Harry's head, forcibly turning it so that he had to look at his groin
and the connection they shared there. "You are so good," she added as
she began moving again.
She moved faster this time, placing her hands either side of Harry's chest
to brace herself as she just moved her hips, making small circular motions and
crying out softly each time she impaled herself fully. "So good." Her
breasts bounced with her movements.
"Hmm..." Blaise moaned as he massaged himself. He'd lost Horn,
Parchment, Wand (Wizarding Ro-sham-bo - Rock, Paper, Scissors) and so had to
wait for Bulstrode to finish before he got his turn with Potter. But that
didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself. With gentle hands he stroked himself in
time with Millicent's motions, amused and driven further by the way Potter was
trying to escape. "You should try to enjoy Millicent, Potter," he
said, wrapping his hands around his cock as he felt it twitch. "I'm not
going to be so gentle."
Harry gulped but not at Zabini's words. With the movements Millicent was
making and the tight heat she was exerting on his cock he could feel himself
beginning to respond. He gritted his teeth as he tried to control his body's
reaction. He was not taking pleasure from this, no matter how fast her
muscles massaged him. He felt nothing but shame and pain and terror. A tear
escaped his eye as he cried out, casting his mind for anything that could help
him.
Darkness opened itself, soft and warm. ::Master... Retreat.::
Harry looked at the ceiling seeing the shadows there. Amongst the beams they
were alive and Harry felt a flash of relief as they seemed to descend and
wrapped themselves around him. He felt warm and secure and Millicent and Blaise
sank into insignificance.
::We will protect you, Master.::
Millicent rocked back as she felt it. Harry's cock was withering within her
and he hadn't cum. No man went from full erection to nothing, not with a woman
around him, not with her around him. "What?" She snarled
slapping at him but she got no reaction. Her hands hit him but his head just
rolled with the force of her blows. With a frantic movement she pulled herself
off Harry's limp cock, pulling back to sit on his knees again, ignoring as
several thick strands of fluid stretched out between them.
Blaise sat up as he saw what had happened. He felt his own arousal subside
as he stepped forward, grabbing Potter's face and looking deep into the glazed
emerald eyes. With a hiss he pulled back.
Harry's eyes were dead. He was breathing and as Blaise put his head to
Harry's chest he could hear the heart beat but his eyes were dead. Zabini could
see the rafters reflected in them and he suppressed a shiver at the soft smile
on Harry's lips. Something wasn't right.
"What did you do?" He asked Millicent.
"Nothing!" She screamed raising her hand to strike him but Blaise
was faster, catching it and glaring at her with pale eyes.
"All right! I was watching too..." He breathed deeply considering
what they should do.
They hadn't done exactly what Draco had wanted but he supposed technically
this could be defined as being adequate for what had been their purpose. Potter
wasn't going to escape their Lord in this state any time soon. Still he was
disappointed that he hadn't got a go. He had been looking forward to ramming
into the smaller boy.
"Get dressed," he said to Millicent as he began 'cleaning' the
room, casting charms to ensure they couldn't be detected.
Millicent slipped off the raised stone, using a fragment of cloth to wipe
herself clean before she dressed.
"You ready?" Blaise asked from the door.
"What about him?" She jerked her head towards the comatose Harry.
"What about him? You got all the fun. Just leave him."

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