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Willing Enslavement	By : DevilKiwi Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28227 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-First Conquest
- 1
Willing Enslavement

_ _ _ _ _Millicent Bulstrode was many things. Fat, hateful, illtempered, verbally abusive...self-conscious,shy, depressed, sexually frustrated...the list goes on. For the most part, though, the greater majority of her negative traits were due to her weight. Since her first year, she has been the brunt of many jokes, most of which were made by her own housemates usually after suffering some defeat at the hands of Granger's brilliance in class, or Potter's flying skill in Quidditch.

_ _ _ _ _Whenever one of her year-mates was angry, or even in a slight mood, they would take it out on her. Verbally anyway. Had she the self confidence, she might have taken their feet out from under them. Magically she was rather powerful, despite her parents lack of skill in magic, and would have been capable of easily disposing of her Slytherin year-mates.

_ _ _ _ _That was actually the only reason why her mother and father were not marked Death Eaters actually. Often teased and berated by other followers of The Dark Lord for being weak, simpleminded fools -too weak in actuality to even be used as cannon fodder- but still coming from old pureblood families, they were assigned clerical roles within the organization; something they were good at to the amazement of their peers. Although not brilliant in most matters, when it came to mathematics and numbers they were unrivaled. Because they were so good with numbers, the family fortune, which had been dwindling for a great many years, had been growing rather quickly under their attentions. Within ten years, their vaults would rival that of the Malfoys easily.

_ _ _ _ _Had they been born muggles, they would have been classified as being mildly autistic rather than "simple" as they were in the magical world. Due to this tragic mental condition, they were unable to take most degrees of pressure or loud noises well. They would often be rendered catatonic, living in the fantasies of their minds rather than the cruel realities of the real world. To alleviate stress, they would often submit to a stronger will without a fight, rather than confront the problem or even acknowledge it's existence. With the Dark Lord again amongst the living, his indominable will would once more place them under his thumb, and they would not likely ever see the light of freedom again, unless they died...or he did.

_ _ _ _ _Millicent's will was an unwanted gift from her parents, one that had led to a life of being abused by her "betters" when they saw the need to vent their frustrations on an available victim. Her size made her hard to miss, which also made it easy for her tormentors to sight her. During her first two years, she had often found herself crying herself to sleep. The harsh words from her housemates wounded her deeply, giving her sense of self-worth death blows all throughout her time at Hogwarts so far. She would find comfort in solitude, finding that time alone in an unused classroom was better than being surrounded by the voices of derision that were her classmates. Occasionally her grief would lead her to eat, but she had a metabolism that was fast enough that, while it couldn't make her thin, what with all she ate, it did keep her from being morbidly obese.

_ _ _ _ _The funny thing, though, was that she wasn't really all that fat. At 6' 2" and around about 228 lbs, slender and svelte are not terms that one would use to describe her. A more apt term, by those who looked for such things, would be "voluptuous". To her fellow students however, she was simply "Fat". Her face, while not gorgeous, was still quite pretty. Cute even. It didn't show her weight, thankfully, but then again neither did her neck. Unlike most fat folk, she did not have a roll of fat above her neck giving her the often labeled "second chin". No, it was because of what was below that pretty face that made most describe her as fat.

_ _ _ _ _She had broad shoulders, though not masculine by any means, with equally broad hips. Her breasts were amazingly large, running into the HH cup range, that jiggled only slightly when she walked, their firmness obvious to any who would pay attention. Her belly while somewhat fleshy, was soft, with tight skin containing no heaving rolls of fat nor did she have stretch marks anywhere on her body, let alone on her stomach. Her wide hips carried a large, firm behind above thickly muscled thighs. Her loose blouses, combined with her concealing robes made her appear quite girthsome, much to her dismay, and provided direction and reason for her tormentors to lay their sharp words into her.

_ _ _ _ _It bothered her that she didn't seem to get any looks by any of the boys. Hell, at this point she wouldn't mind getting a few from the girls. Millicent wasn't that much bigger than Susan Bones, but she was considerably taller than the redhead's five foot three frame. If she was shrunken down to the Hufflepuff's height, proportionally, she'd only be about ten or twenty pounds heavier than Susan, and most of that -if not all- was in her breasts. Her giant, heaving bosom happened to be the only thing that any of the girls in her dorm were ever jealous of. That she'd started to grow them late into her first year gave Pansy reason to call them "Udders".

_ _ _ _ _She had long since resigned herself to the fact that it wouldn't be until her parents used a marriage contract on her that she would get to, maybe, have sex. She'd worn her fingers down to nubs trying to ease her sexual frustration, wanting someone, anyone, to touch her often dripping pussy, making it drool with need, sending her easily to glorious ecstasy. Her entire body, when sexually aroused, was so sensitive that Millicent often found herself cumming within a few minutes after letting her fingers make contact with her clit, or if she was feeling particularly frisky, fingering her bum, which brought her to climax more than once just by playing with it alone.

_ _ _ _ _At the moment, Millicent was currently sitting at the long tables, quietly eating dinner with her housemates. How chummy they were when in public, but wait until they were behind the closed doors of Slytherin house...then the nightmare would begin anew. It seemed that she would get no relief this year, her fifth so far at Hogwarts, so she was already depressed. Normally this would lead to eating more, adding fuel to the fire so to speak once her yearmates saw her again in their common room, but she was too sad to eat more than a half of what the others had already consumed.

_ _ _ _ _Deciding that she wanted to be alone, she quietly stood and just as quietly exited the Great Hall. It was the middle of October, and the already drafty castle was making it known how chilly it was getting by sending a cool breeze through her open robes and under her skirt, giving her a chill and hardening her nipples. She was looking for her usual spot, a room that was close to her dorms, but was still out of the way enough to not get much traffic. She had aptly christened it The Room of Tears, as she had shed almost as many there as she had in her bed.

_ _ _ _ _When she was almost there, she turned around sharply, suddenly getting a feeling that she was being followed. Nothing. She waited a few tense moments, but when nothing other than silence greeted her, she shrugged and continued on her way.

_ _ _ _ _She gave a weak sigh, wondering...wondering what it would be like to be desired, to be lusted after, to be touched and caressed and loved. She swore to herself then, that if she found a man who could love her, and make love to her, that she'd never leave him wanting sexually. As she continued to her little sanctuary, thinking of the pleasures that she would bestow upon her dream man, she was suddenly enshrouded in darkness and knew no more.

***

_ _ _ _ _Harry Potter had not been having good year so far. The summary, up to the current date of the 13th of October, in the year of our Lord 1995, is as follows: Summer>> Excommunicated from friends, Dementors, save fatass cousin and self from getting the blowjob from hell by said Dementors, getting nearly expelled by Goddamn Ministry, forced to go to a court hearing(almost late because they moved the time up, the bastards), survived hearing, get to go to Hogwarts.Yay.

_ _ _ _ _First Term>> Evil Fat Toad Bitch(Umbridge) makes life hell, Dumbldore is being an arse, Snape is being an arse(nothing new there), Evil Fat Toad Bitch still making life hell, Detentions are now battles for attrition against Umbridge to see who can last longer(although he won't admit it, he is begining to like it, but not really), Hermione makes life hell by badgering him to start defense club, he starts club, club becomes illegal, still more detentions with Umbridge, find swanky new room that does wicked-awesome stuff(like, anything the user wants) to have illegal club meetings in, and more detentions. Joy. All caught up? Good. Add all of that with what he now realizes are emotional flashes from Voldemort...yeah, it wasn't even November yet and he already wishes the school year was over.

_ _ _ _ _He was getting more and more frustrated as time went on, and he was getting quicker to anger as well. Harry's vision was now outlined in black, tinged in red. As events were getting steadily worse all around, the colors were getting darker, making it harder for him to keep his cool nevermind seeing straight. He needed something to get his mind off of current events, and a bit of peace, it seems, was too much to ask for. His thoughts were turning darker, and, combined with lengthy bouts of insomnia, an ever-crippling depression and mounting enragement...these were dark thoughts indeed. The internal sarcasm wasn't helping things either. The worst part about these thoughts and ideas, was that they were begining to make sense, which actually made no sense whatsoever. Why, even now, he was contemplating raping a fellow student, mostly because it was falling under the thought processes of "It seemed like a great idea at the time..."

_ _ _ _ _Truth be told, he'd been contemplating this for at least a few weeks now. In fact, he already had a complete plan that Hermione would be proud of(if she could get over what it was for) and a mark in mind. Well, there were a few, but he'd narrowed the list down to one: Millicent Bullstrode. She wasn't particularly well liked, by either her house or any of the others(that he knew of anyway), and she was fat, ugly, and smelled bad. Actually, that's crap. Well, the second part was at least, he was pretty sure the first bit was true. The fact that she didn't seem to have a friend in the world was why he'd chosen her in the first place. She wasn't ugly(at least not in his humble opinion, quite cute actually), she didn't waddle like those two fat farms Crabbe and Goyle, so she couldn't be all that chunky, and, as he had not the chance to walk too closely to her, had no idea how she smelled. He imagined it was quite pleasant though. Like lilacs. Sandalwood maybe? Or possibly some fancy magical perfume? Hmm...Anyways...

_ _ _ _ _In all honesty, he actually found plump women quite atractive. This was, in part, thanks to his Aunt Petunia. The woman was as thin as a street lamp, and just as curvy. He actually wasn't all that surprised that Vernon, the fat bastard that he is, didn't have more than one child. Harry imagined that if he had to fuck a skeleton in order to produce offspring, he'd not want anymore kids either. So, with this in mind, his fantasies often turned to, shall we say, fuller figured women. Not gargantuanly fat or obese mind you, but plump. Maybe a few extra pounds. Voluptuous. Like Millicent.

_ _ _ _ _The girl was a good three or four inches taller than him(depending on which measuring devices you used mind you; it seems that wizarding britain didn't have a universal standard measurment of length to pull from, so while they were all about the same, they were still wrong), had long, wavy black hair that came to about midway down her shoulder blades, and sloe black eyes that were not, in fact, black, but a very deep blue. She had the cutest nose, that sat above a pleasant pair of lips, not quite full or what some would call bee-stung, but he imagined that they were soft and delightfully kissable all the same. Those damn formless robes hid any real definition or shape, but whenever she walked around with them open, it was obvious that her breasts were large, and he found himself wanting to know how soft they were.

_ _ _ _ _So, there he was, sitting at his thrice damned house table with all the arseholes who think him an attention seek twat, eating the remnants of his dinner meal consisting of mashed potatoes, corn, and sliced chicken breast, all of which was slathered in gravy, when he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, Millie(as he was now calling her in his head) looking so sad and lonesome, get up from her table and begin to leave the Great Hall. Without actually looking directly at her exit, he quickly finished what remained on his plate, and rose to leave.

_ _ _ _ _"Where are you going, Harry?", Hermione asked from beside him, her tone curious and a little more inquisitive than he would have liked. He picked up his cup of chilled peach tea and swallowed the dregs before responding.

_ _ _ _ _"I'm off for a bit of a walk", he replied nochalantly, somehow hiding his enragement at being delayed. Giving his stomach a few pats, he continued, "help the meal settle some before I nod off for the night."

_ _ _ _ _"Where?"

_ _ _ _ _"Around."

_ _ _ _ _"For how long?"

_ _ _ _ _Harry found his already boiling temper rising even further, and it took all he had to keep himself from lashing out at her. A dark look shrouded his handsome features as he leaned down and put his face mere inches from her own.

_ _ _ _ _"Does it matter!?", he whispered harshly to her, his voice deep despite his low volume, "do you need to know where I go and what I do at all times of the day!? Can I not have a moment to myself!?"

_ _ _ _ _Had he been paying attention Harry would have been pleasantly surprised that no one seemed to be paying attention to what he was whispering to Hermione. He looked briefly at Ron, who was sitting across from them, still more interested in what was on his plate and how fast he could get it to his mouth than what was going on around him. He turned his attention back to Hermione and was confused at her physical response to what he said.

_ _ _ _ _She had shrunk back under his verbal onslaught, the shoulder closest to him raised in his direction with her chin down almost to her chest, almost as if she was preparing for him to slap her, shame written across her face.

_ _ _ _ _She didn't mean to interrogate him, honest, it just kind of came out that way...like it usually does. This seemed to be a common occurence lately when the two of them talked privately, or quietly if they were in public. She took her responsibilities as prefect, as well as her studies, seriously, and she wanted Harry and Ron to do so as well. Early on she found Ron to be a lost cause, both in studies and prefect duties, and concetrated her efforts on Harry, as it seemed he showed some promise in bettering himself. But whenever she would push him too hard, or try and keep him from slacking, even a little bit, he would brush her off angrily, and not talk to her for a while. She sighed inwardly. It seemed this little cycle was about to repeat itself. Again. And she had no one other than herself to blame. Again.

_ _ _ _ _"S-sorry, Harry", she whispered piteously back to him, still shrunken into herself, like a turtle.

_ _ _ _ _He looked down at her and scowled, before bringing a hand to his face as he rose to a standing position while whispering, "I am beginning to doubt that more and more these days", under his breath. He didn't notice Hermione's shocked and then hurt look as he turned to Ron, said goodbye, and left in a hurry.

_ _ _ _ _As soon as he was far enough away from the massive doors of the Great Hall, he pulled out his map and wand, whispered the pass-phrase, and looked for his intended victim. She wasn't that far off, apparently not in any hurry, and only a few hundred feet away and around the corner. She seemed to be headed to her dorms, so he would have to hurry up and get her some where quiet.

_ _ _ _ _Donning his father's cloak, he placed a footpad charm on his shoes, effectively silencing them completely from unwanted ears. He continued to follow her, unseen and unheard, down the stairs and into the dungeons. He was mildly(and pleasantly) surprised that she wasn't heading to her dorms, but rather to some unused corridors nearby. He noticed that there were no paintings or adornments of any kind on any of the walls here, which he found to be in his favor.

_ _ _ _ _His cover was almost blown when he barely stifled the urge to gasp in surprise as she spun around suddenly looking straight at him. His heart thundered in his chest loudly, and he was almost sure that she had heard it, when she shrugged and turned around. Before she had taken five steps away, he sent a near silent stunner at her, quickly followed by a levitating charm before she could fall to the ground and hurt herself.

_ _ _ _ _As she floated at about waist height, he looked at the map, more specifically, the corridors and hallways surrounding him. He was clear. There was no one around him for quite some distance. Finally letting out the breath he didn't know he was holding, he took in a few short gasps and composed himself as quickly as he could. Grabbing Millie about the waist, he ran to a door on the left hand side at the far end of the corridor. Harry placed a glamour on the door to make it look like a part of the wall, followed by a mild notice-me-not charm. He pulled her in, closed the door, locked and silenced it and all four walls. Phase one is complete!

_ _ _ _ _He took in his surroundings and immediately deduced that this was where she was headed anyway. While the room was mostly barren(The only things that looked like they were there originally was a worn, dirty bookshelf and a surprisingly clean teachers desk), it did have a few comforts. A transfigured matress that was bent in half to make a couch, some folded blankets(probably real), books(mostly bodice rippers from what he could read of their titles), and what appeared to be candy taking up space on the bookshelf. After taking in everything, he finally gave his attention to his prize.

_ _ _ _ _He walked over to the girl and looked at her not with hatred or anger, nor was it pity or derision, not even with lust(well, not too much anyway), but with joy. Harry, for the first time this year, was happy. He had finally gotten something to go his way!

_ _ _ _ _With a content smile on his face, Harry softly cupped her cheek, delighting in the smoothness of her skin. He grazed his thumb over her soft lips, suddenly filled with a need to kiss her. His hand shifted around to the back of her head, while the other slid around her waist and drew her close. Her enormous breasts pressed up against his chest, arousing him greatly, as he slowly brought his lips to hers. Delicious. Soft. She tasted of cherries. She smelled of Sandalwood. The two scents mixed well together.

_ _ _ _ _As he tenderly kissed and sucked on her lips, she began to moan lightly, awakening from her unwanted slumber. He forced himself to break away, and this time placed her under the sleeping charm, a weak one, sending her once more into the land of dreams. Before he forgot, he summoned her wand and placed it into a hidden bottomless pocket on his robe. With that out of sight, she would have to get his wand away from him in order to do any magic.

_ _ _ _ _His body trembled as he raised his wand, which was somehow steady, and whispered a spell before sliding his wand into his sleeve. A slow moving, almost slithering bolt of magenta light flowed lazily towards Millicent and impacted against her with next to no force at all. Almost immediately though, her clothes began to melt off of her, like condensation off a goblet. As they slid off of her body and made their way to the floor, the liquid clothing formed into a puddle that, once whole, turned into a pile of neatly folded clothes, leaving her bare to his wandering eyes and hands.

_ _ _ _ _He laid a shaky hand on her rounded belly, rubbing slow, lazy circles all over it. The soft, pale white skin under his palm all but begged him to touch and caress it further. Harry licked his dry lips as he slid his hand up to a massive breast and squeezed it softly. Soon, he had brought his other hand to it's twin and gently massaged them to his hearts content. He noticed that her plump, firm, fleshy mounds were capped with snowy pink puffy areola, with delicate little nipples at their peaks.

_ _ _ _ _He lowered his lips down to her left nipple and suckled it, while still massaging both melons. She once again moaned, causing him to look at her face and notice a smile spread across her lips. After a few moments he switched to the right and gave it the same treatment, eliciting another little noise of pleasure from her. He pulled back with a loud pop as the suction broke, eyeing the stiff nubbins with delight. He palmed both tits once more and clasped her puffy little nipples with his fingers, gently squeezing and rolling them about.

_ _ _ _ _Millie continued to make little noises that showed how happy she getting, that smile getting wider and wider when she wasn't chewing on her lower lip unknowingly. Her cheeks, once white, were quickly turning a rosy pink.

_ _ _ _ _When he saw her long-fingered hands moving down her belly to her sex, he knew that he would have to bind her, to keep her from both diddling herself as well as attacking him in case she woke up earlier than he'd intended. He conjured two lengths of soft white rope and first did her wrists behind her back, and then her ankles. As a second thought, he made a third and bound her ankles and wrists together, unintentionally spreading her legs open for him to look at what was hidden between them, which he did with great enthusiasm.

_ _ _ _ _Millie's pussy was extremely hairy; entirely too hairy for Harry's liking. The cleft of her vagina was framed with a thicket of curly black fur, that almost prevented him from seeing her slit entirely. The hair trailed from just below her pantyline, all the way down to and through the crack of her fantastic arse. It would appear, Harry thought to himself as he ran his right hand throught the soft pubic hair, causing her to shiver and coo lightly, that she hasn't had any attention of the male persuasion.

_ _ _ _ _Summoning his wand to his hand and squatting down in front of her holy of holies, he decided she was in for a much needed trim using the same depilatory charm that he normally used to shave in the morning. Starting with her arse, he opened her cheeks and started to work as quick as the charm would allow. The hairs disappeared as the yellow beam came across them. When he got to her nether lips, he decided to to shave most of it off and leave a patch above her split, and went with a thin landing strip before once again recalling his wand.

_ _ _ _ _Harry looked at her now deforested pussy. Millie's outer lips were thick and puffy, her pudenda forming a very noticeable camel toe. He brought his hand back to her now smooth pussy and gave it a firm massage, his warm fingers getting wet as they slipped back and forth along her slick opening, eliciting a stream of moans from her mouth. Her body shuddered with desire, her natural lubrication now dripping down the insides of her thighs.

_ _ _ _ _He moved to her side and made her parallel to the stone floor. He spread her plump, juicy pussy lips with his little and forefingers, slipping his middle fingers within the deep gap. Slowly, gently, he slid his hand back, until his finger tips rested on her clit, and forward until the tip of his fingers probed her arsehole. Back and forth his fingers went, back and forth picking up speed. The silence in the room broken only by her cries and gasps of pleasure, accompanied by the shlick-shlick-shlick sounds her pussy made as his fingers slid through her valley as it got wetter and wetter with her arousal. He brought his other hand to her breasts, intermittently squeezing her tits and pinching and rolling her nipples.

_ _ _ _ _Millie's face and chest were turning pink, the blush spreading down past her magnificent tits, while her body was sparkling with a light sheen of sweat. Her fingers and toes curling and uncurling faster and faster as her arms pulled back against the bonds and her legs pushed foward. She sucked her lips between her teeth, moaning louder and louder, her eyes scrunched up as her orgasm came closer. Harry leaned down to her ear, his fingers still keeping their lightning fast pace, and whispered, "Cum for me, Millie, scream out your pleasure."

_ _ _ _ _And she did. Millie sucked in a gasp and screamed so loud, the sound reverberated off the walls in the classroom for several seconds. Her practically dripping pussy dribbled out a river of cum into his hand as his fingers pressing firmly into her slit, rubbing it in slow circles with the intent to extend her pleasure. Her tits wobbled enticingly as her entire body vibrated in climax. It was almost a minute before she finally relaxed, her climax finally ending, but she twitched for some moments afterward.

_ _ _ _ _Harry, his jaw dropped and eyes wide, was awestruck. The sight of her in orgasm, the feel of her body as he made her cum, the sound of her voice as she screamed in ecstasy, the smell of her sex as her arousal peaked...it was just too beautiful to put into words, simply beyond description. He turned his gaze to to his girlcum slicked hand and, slowly, brought his fingers to his mouth and his extended tongue. As he licked the delicious fluids off his fingertips, his eyes fluttered shut as a shiver went down his spine, the sensory overload almost made him lose control of himself.

_ _ _ _ _When he finally regained control of his senses, he found that he was pleased with himself with what he'd just done. It wasn't the fact he violated her; to the contrary, he didn't particularly like that part, but found it a little necessary to get this far. It wasn't the power he held over her either, he thought to himself, because that wasn't what almost set him off moments ago. No, it was the sight of her in orgasm that made him desire to see more, to see her climax again and again. This was what he wanted; to see women in rapture, and to touch, taste, see, hear and smell all that that entailed. Too much of his life revolved around pain, either his own or that of his friends. He now found himself addicted to this...pleasure.

Not receiving; no, that was too easy. A few minutes with his hand and it was over. It was...unsatisfying. But this...watching her climax, knowing that it was him that did it...yes, that was quite satisfying. Heh. Just that thought alone brought a smile to his face.

_ _ _ _ _He felt a stirring in his head, a sensation, one that he could not properly describe, save that it was a desire to do it again. And again. He wanted to see her cum at least one more time. This time though, he wanted her awake for it. He wanted her to conscious of him giving her mind shattering pleasure, to be fully aware as she came over his fingers. And, he thought to himself as a grin spread across his lips, I think I've got just the way to pull it off without being seen. Well, mostly unseen.

***

_ _ _ _ _Millie woke slowly from a most pleasant dream, feeling as though she were floating on a cloud. In the dream, a handsome man was laying his hands about her with soft caresses and firm sqeezes and gropes. The touches from his long fingered hands all over her body, and kisses from his warm, soft lips, and soft and hard suckling at her nipples causing exquisite pleasure to flood through system, and those long dexterous fingers on her pussy, playing with her button, sliding along her slit...mmmh...The pleasure peaked in an orgasm, that much she knew. Why, she could still feel the aftershocks, the tell-tale tingles from her clit vibrating to the little shivers racing up an down her spine.

_ _ _ _ _When her eyes fluttered open, she wished what she was seeing was a dream, because if it wasn't, then reality was proving to be a real nightmare.

_ _ _ _ _She was naked, floating about three feet off the stone floor of her sanctuary. When she tried to move, she found that she was bound, her ankles and wrists tied behind her. Millie felt something solid between her legs and shoulders, preventing her from moving much at all. It wasn't until she felt a soft breath on the back of her neck, that she realized that it was a person. She began struggling in earnest, trying with no success to free herself. She took a deep breath, preparing to scream, when a black-gloved hand shot up from under her arm and brought a single finger to her lips, effectively shocking her into silence.

_ _ _ _ _"Shh", a voice said in a low whisper, the tone surprisingly non-threatening but obviously masculine. His other hand went to her waist, softly caressing from the side of her belly, down her thigh to her knee and back, the motions calming her slightly despite her situation.

_ _ _ _ _"Shh, there is no reason to scream...not yet anyway", he whispered, the last part of his statement said with humor. "No, there is no need to fear me. None at all. You, my dear, beautiful Millie, have something I want...something I desire greatly. You will give it to me; oh yes, over and over again you will give it to me. Before long, I'm certain you will beg me to take it from you."

"Please", she begged, fear coursing through her veins, "please let me go! I won't tell anyone anything! I swear! On my magic I swear!"

There was a pulse of magic, and she knew immediately that she'd made a mistake. It wouldn't matter what he did to her now, if she lived through whatever it is that he intended to do to her, she'd never be able to say anything concerning her molester or what he did.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk", he chided, his tone once again amused. He drummed his fingers playfully on her lips and said, "Now, now, no need to get upset. As I've said before, I have no intention of hurting you. Well...not intentionally anyway. Though, as a show of good faith, I release you from your bond to me."

_ _ _ _ _As he spoke, the hand at her lips slid down her chin to her throat, fingers barely contacting her skin. She immediately froze for a moment before relaxing slightly as it continued it's journey downward. She felt his touch slide across her collarbone to her upper chest, down the side of her breast, which caused a pleasurable shiver, down the side of her belly to her hip, copying the motions of his other hand. When he released her from her oath, she felt the weight of the bond dissipate into nothingness. Unconsciously, she relaxed somewhat.

_ _ _ _ _"Poor Millie", he whispered, before kissing her neck, his hands now on her belly making circles on the soft flesh, "Such a gentle soul *kiss*; such a beautiful girl *kiss*; and yet no one loves her *kiss*; no one treats her like a pretty girl should be treated *kiss*."

_ _ _ _ _His hands were now under her breasts, hefting their substantial weight, wiggling them from side to side playfully. She looked down and watched them sway and wobble, and then bit back a moan when he began to massage them. The gloves were soft, and covered with something that felt oily, but were not wet. They slipped and slid across her now heaving mammaries, rubbing and squeezing the firm flesh with loving care. Oh merlin, she thought to herself, this feels so divine...so good...

_ _ _ _ _"But now", he continued, his lips pausing every now and then to kiss her shoulders, his hands continuing their ministrations on her breasts, "now I'm here. Now I can give you what you deserve, my pretty Millie, now I can give you what you need."

_ _ _ _ _Her mind was clouded in a haze of pleasure, her fear ebbing away quickly. What he was saying and doing was making her feel amazing, and happy beyond description. She couldn't concentrate on anything besides what he was doing to her. She let out a gasp as his finger tweaked her nipples, pulling and twisting them just the way she liked it.

_ _ _ _ _"What", she managed to get out before a cute little moan forced it's way out of her lips, "What, ah!, what might that be?"

_ _ _ _ _"Why, happiness and pleasure dear Millie", the whispered voice said, giving her nipples a tug and a sharp twist, giving her small orgasm and causing her to cry out. "Pleasure beyond measure, a girl's greatest treasure", he said with a chuckle.

_ _ _ _ _His hands, once more on the move, released their hold on her breasts and made their way down her belly, to the junction between her legs. When his fingers touched the now hairless skin above and around her mons -which came as a surprise, albeit a pleasant one-, she whimpered with need, her legs spreading as much as she could make them. She would happily do whatever the voice said so long as his hands didn't stop. But they did.

_ _ _ _ _"Please! Don't stop!"

_ _ _ _ _"Ah, but I'm afraid I must", he sighed with regret, his hands now resting on the inside of her thighs, only an inch or so away from her treasure chest. "You see, I can't do this to just anyone."

_ _ _ _ _"W-what?", she asked, confusion cutting through the pleasurable fog clouding her brain.

_ _ _ _ _His fingers edged closer to her netherlips, their warmth caressing and tantalyzing her arousal-induced sensitive skin. So close to the opening of her core, the volcanic heat emanating from her evident even to herself. She groaned piteously when he again pulled away, and gasped when those horrible digits returned. Back and forth they went, over and over. He hadn't even touched the inside of her vagina and she was already on the verge of orgasm.

_ _ _ _ _"I can't simply do this to just any girl", He whispered, his fingers still teasing her mercilessly, "No...no, no, no...not just any girl."

_ _ _ _ _"What do you want me to do?!", she screamed, her face and chest flushed with arousal. She was vibrating with desire and frustration. "Please! Tell me what you want me to do or say! Anything! Just stop teasing me! Let me cum! Please, Merlin, let me cum!"

_ _ _ _ _"It's simple Millie. All I need you to do...is give yourself to me. I can only do this with what is mine. To command. To pleasure. To satisfy. Imagine it Millie, screaming in absolute bliss as I make you climax until you can no longer stand it. All that I ask is your obedience, your servitude. And with that, dear, beautiful, sweet Millie, I will give you happiness and pleasure."

_ _ _ _ _"What (Ah!), what can I do?", she whispered, barely managing to articulate the words, intending it to be rhetorical.

_ _ _ _ _"You can either enslave yourself to me, or you can decline, whereby I will stun you, clothe you, and leave you in the same condition you were in before I captured you; all alone. The choice is yours."

_ _ _ _ _Millie wept tears of frustration and shame. Frustration from being unable to release herself from her bonds, no matter how hard she pulled...and shame at having no real desire to have him stop. If this never happened, if this man didn't abduct her with the intent to make her his slave, she knew what her life would have been like. regardless of which side won the war, she would be forced to live a life of lonliness and despair. No man would want to touch her. Freak. Giant. Fat. These and many more were the things said to her. Every day, for the rest of her school life she would have to endure the name-calling and general hate at her imperfections from her housemates, and simply because she was a Slytherin from the rest of the school.

_ _ _ _ _After school, she would live with her parents until one of two things happened: A) her parents would get a marriage contract to some pureblood family, where she would be used to preserve an heir and then put into a closet for all intents and purposes, as she would no longer be needed, or B) she died. Currently, this was proving to be a better option, despite it's obvious drawbacks...although, it might be because she was on the verge of an earth-shattering cum, and that damnable man was teasing her to tears.

_ _ _ _ _"Well, my dear, what will it be?", the whispering man asked as his lips kissed the nape of her neck, and in doing so removing any desire to NOT be his slave. She needed this! Desperately did she need this!

_ _ _ _ _"I-I, Millicent Bullstrode, do (AH!) ss-swear on my life, to serve you until you r-release me from my b-bond! I swear! So p-please! P-please let me cum!"

_ _ _ _ _"I accept", the voice replied as his fingers once again made their way to her dripping vagina, her juices dribbling down her plump thighs. "Good girl, very good. And now...your reward."

_ _ _ _ _The fore and middle fingers of both hands slid into her willing sex, pistoning in and out, while his thumbs stimulated her clit, rubbing firmly the little pleasure button.

_ _ _ _ _As soon as his thumbs made contact with her clitoris, she came. Gods in heaven did she cum! As her climax engulfed her, her head snapped back and she screamed. And screamed. And then, everything went black.

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That's the end of my first chapter. Hope you like. I think it came out pretty well. Don't expect quick updates, as I'm afraid I........work.......slow.......

Until next time.

Minor update: The formating options on this site don't agree with me. Anyway, changed summary. Didn't like it, so...meow. Toodles.
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