Illithid

by Hpreaderboiii

Original author is The Evil Guy

2. Ginny

Second

Hermione had been missing for over a month.

The Resistance, such as it was, hadn't even noticed until two weeks after she'd actually been kidnapped, making quite sure the trail, if there ever was one, was dead cold now. Nevertheless, when they did realize what had happened, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Luna, Fred and George worked tirelessly to try and find her. Instead they found some Snatchers harassing and torturing some of their former classmates and other half-bloods and managed to free some of them. Among the number of those rescued was Cho Chang, who upon recognizing them, volunteered to join up, while the rest went back into hiding.

After a full month of looking, despite how much it pained them, the boys, with Ron making the initial suggestion, dropped the search and focused back on their real work, of stopping the Death Eaters any way they could. The girls didn't agree, and so while the boys were out and about being Resistance Fighters, they 'stayed at home' and looked for Hermione.

Unfortunately, it was no exaggeration to say that Hermione was the brains of their operation, and even with two Ravenclaws now on their side, they had little to go on. As a matter of fact, the best clue that they had given themselves to go on was Ginny suggesting that they starts taking care of the chores that Hermione had once accomplished. Maybe then they might at least learn what she had been doing when she'd been taken.

So, for a solid week, the young witches ran around gathering groceries, supplies, and cleaning up their safe house, while also gathering books for research. During all that time, there was never any sign of what had happened to Hermione or where exactly she'd gone or whom she'd been taken by. Until...

"Why is it they put a woman's face on the pieces of paper?" Luna asked, holding up the Pound Note for examination. "Is it decorative, or does it have a purpose? Should I let Daddy know that it could be part of the Rotfang Conspiracy?"

Cho almost snapped at her former House mate, then she remembered that Luna's father was dead, killed while in Azkaban after the Ministry 'raided' the Quibbler for sedition, and held her tongue. The silence lasted until Ginny finally replied, "I don't know why muggles do things with paper instead of just coins. It was never explained to me. Come on you two, lets get these groceries back to the hideout. If we ever find her, I'll never take Hermione for granted again!"

"Aw, how sweet," a too-familiar voice echoed through the dark alley they were walking through. It seems wizards, or witches in this case, have an innate desire to avoid crowds, hence walking down a dark alley.

"No, it... can't be... can it?" Ginny gasped, turning on the spot to seek out the source of the voice.

The other two turned at the same moment and all three dropped their jaws to stare in stunned disbelief. Stepping out of the shadows was the young woman they'd been seeking for the past month! Only, quite obviously too, she had changed, and in more than just her attire, although that certainly was one of the most striking differences from how she'd looked before.

Somehow, in many different small ways, she was more attractive than any of the three witches could remember their friend ever having been before. Her legs were longer, smoother, more toned. Her skin shone with a healthy glow, though was paler than it used to be. Her hair was longer and voluminous, falling in waves of silk rather than bushy curls. Her breasts were a good cup size bigger, her waist hourglass thin, and her hips curvy without being at all fat or chubby, and they suspected they could bounce a galleon off her now-dimple-shaped ass, where before it had been kinda flat.

As for her clothes, if it could be called that, the first thing that stood out was that it was all metal, shined to mirror-quality, and almost all of it was gold or at least gold-plated. She had four inch gold bands on each of her wrists and ankles. She also had a gold choker 'necklace' around the base of her neck. On her feet she wore six inch stiletto heeled sandals, tied to her with gold thread. The rest of it all seemed to be interconnected, as though it were one piece that had either been poured onto her, or that she had been squeezed into somehow.

From the front, it appeared to be a solid gold corset, but as she moved closer they could see that it was somewhat deceiving in that regard. For one, it fit perfectly, there was no 'sag' or 'pinching', everything tucked and filled out precisely as it was meant to. For another, it truly was all one piece, which made it all the more impressive. Clearly, it could only have been created and worn with the aid of magic.

Her tummy was covered from right below the sternum to just above the hips, not with a solid plate of armor, but interlocking and layered scales that moved and stretched and folded along with the taut skin and muscles of her torso. At the top, it flowed alongside and under her ribs around to her back, rejoining at the spine for only a handsbreadth before splitting at the shoulders. The 'shoulder pads' were intricate, almost golden lace, armored with ruby jewels before flowing back down to cover her breasts with individual, undecorated cups. Well, undecorated save for the fact that they rounded off just below her nipples, leaving the underside of her breasts and most of her chest bare. At the bottom, there too it flowed around to her backside, following the outline of her hips to rejoin at the small of her back. Rather than split or spread out, it was clear, once they saw her backside, that the gold metal disappeared into the crack of her ass and all the way around to cup her mound, much as her breasts were so covered. She was indeed covered, but if she had any her pubic hair would be more than obvious, as there was a good four or five inches of clear skin between the bottom of the torso armor and the top of the cup covering her vagina.

As she approached them, they noticed how she rolled her hips, partly because of the high heels she wore, but mostly because of an exaggerated gait she was moving with. Like a succubus on the hunt. They also noticed that these exaggerated movements caused her outfit to... flex a little. The cups on her breasts seemed to tighten and release against her chest, mashing and pulling at them with each step. While the cup between her legs moved back and forth, rubbing, with the same.

"Her-Hermione?!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Yes Ginny," the gorgeous half-naked brunette smiled, "It's me."

"How – no, WHERE have you been?" the fiery redhead immediately demanded. "What happened to you? We've been looking for you for weeks now! Ron's been worried sick!"

"Weeks? I've been gone nearly two months," she smirked, hands on her hips, which were cocked to show off her hourglass figure.

"Yeah, well, we, uh, didn't exactly notice you were gone at first. A lot has been going on," Ginny hurriedly explained.

"Hm, indeed," Hermione licked her rose red lips.

"You haven't answered the question, Hermione," Luna observed, her eyes shifting focus between the young woman's eyes, breasts, crotch, and legs in equal measure.

"Oh, well, you see, I thought I might show you rather than try to explain it," the slave responded and then held out both hands and cast silent stunning spells, using her Slave Bands as foci. One from each, and then a quick third from her right and they were all three crumpled on the ground before her.

Smiling in satisfaction, she pulled out the designated Portkeys and placed them on the stunned witches. They disappeared moments later, though they left behind their clothes and personal belongings, including their wands. Making sure that there was no one nearby to see, she collected the wands before casting Fiendfyre on the witches remains and Popped back to her Master's side before it could turn on her. As a slave, she had not the strength, nor inclination to command anything, let alone an elemental.

222ZZZ222

Ginny came awake with a scream as sensations the like of which she'd never experienced before swept through her body. They weren't exactly unpleasant sensations. Quite the opposite really, as while she'd never felt this particular build-up to one, she'd had orgasms before, but never this intense or all-encompassing.

The sensation cut out almost as quickly as it came, and the young redhead was left adrenalized and gasping as her senses came back to her, heightening them and her responses. Everything was taken in at an instant and analyzed, processed, and cataloged in priority.

She was naked. She was strapped down to hard flat surface, spread-eagle. Her wrists and legs were stretched to their limit by heavy chains but the cuffs holding them were almost comfortable, leather and sheepskin. Her neck, thighs and torso were strapped down with the same leather and sheepskin-lined straps. She was in a basement or someplace underground that was for certain, the walls and ceiling all solid concrete. Standing in front of her was a cloaked figure, right in her line of sight, and very intimidating. Right next to him, kneeling, naked save for her Slave Bands, was Hermione. After that, everything else was just sort of ignored.

She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. It wasn't until this fact finally filtered through her panic that she even noticed the cloaked man was holding her own wand on her! Gasping, she stopped trying to scream and with a gesture he lowered the wand and she could speak again.

"W-wh-who are y-you?" she asked, terrified and trembling in her bonds.

"He is your Master," Hermione answered for him.

"What?!" she screamed.

"He is your Master," she repeated.

"What is happening? Hermione, you... I..." she started to protest, but the cloaked figure held up the wand again and silenced her.

When he lowered the wand again, he looked down at the naked girl at his feet and nodded. She bowed her head and stood to her feet before approaching the bound redhead. She tried to ask what was going to happen, but stopped herself when she noticed him start to raise the wand again. She was further stunned when upon reaching her on the rack, Hermione leaned forward and kissed her on the lips!

She was too shocked by the action to even react at first, but when she felt the brunette open her mouth and lick her lips in attempt to further plunder her mouth, she tried to retreat and pull or turn away while grimacing and keeping her orifice shut. Unfortunately, her bindings kept her from getting very far, but thankfully the enslaved witch stopped trying after that first negative reaction.

"Hm," she whispered against Ginny's lips, "We'll have to see what we can do about that."

"Mmmph!" Ginny grunted, outraged as she felt the other girl grab her breasts and pinch the nipples. She kept her mouth closed though.

"Mm, decent," Hermione said, hefting the pureblood's A cup breasts. Certainly not the largest, but perfect for her body type. "We'll have to do something about that too." She then flicked her tongue across one nipple before letting go and stepping back.

"What have you done to her, you monster?" Ginny screamed at the cloaked figure, fury in her eyes.

"Master has made me what I am," Hermione answered for him, returning with a device familiar to her, but terrifying to the young pureblood witch as she had never seen the like. "His slave. Like what we are about to do to you and the other two."

"Luna? Cho? No! You bastard! Let them go! Leave them alone! Just—*!" she was silenced with a wave of her own wand. And though she could no longer make sounds or speak, that didn't stop Ginny from mouthing off and telling the both of them what she thought of them.

Now able to work in silence and uninterrupted, Hermione proceeded with attaching the device Ginny didn't recognize, the breast pump suction cups. First she teased and pulled until the redhead's coral peaked flesh was flush and hardened to a nub. She then palpitated the breast with some extra lotion, which the pale girl had already been lathered in while unconscious, before forcing the cup flat against her chest, trying to squeeze every inch of white and pink skin into it that she could. The pump was activated only long enough to ensure it wasn't coming off, and then she moved on and repeated with the next teat.

If she could have made sounds, Ginny would have been moaning and whimpering as the enslaved brunette manhandled her breasts, interspersed with screams and curses and growls at the cloaked figure responsible for the entire situation. As it was, she could only make faces and try to squirm away from Hermione's attentions, but it was useless. When finally the second cup was firmly in place, Ginny thought that might be the end of it, but she was wrong.

Hermione brought over a stand with several bags of fluid hanging from it, as well as tubes with rather distinctive nozzles on the ends. Nozzles that even Ginny with her pureblood sheltered life recognized. She recoiled as the slave knelt between her spread and bound legs, as much as she was able at any rate. One of the tubes were brought forth and the redhead, now bare thanks to her earlier lotion treatment, clenched every one of her lower muscles tight.

The smartest witch of her generation, now first slave to the new Dark Lord, giggled up at her less educated friend. "Silly girl, that will do you no good. I'm sure you're familiar with the Jelly-Legs Jinx? Well there exists such a jinx for every part of the body. Especially," her smirk widened as she flicked her fingers at the clenched cunt before her, her Slave Band lighting up briefly as the spell was cast at point blank range, "for this part. Oh, good thing we already flushed you while you were unconscious. Otherwise you would have just made a mess of yourself."

Every muscle, autonomic or otherwise, in the waist and hip regions of the bound girl's body suddenly went limp and relaxed despite her conscious efforts to the opposite. A natural result was that her vagina and rectum both sagged and opened up a little bit and offered no real resistance as Hermione worked in first the anal enema, artificially lubed of course, and then the dildo enema into their respective orifices.

All through this, Ginny remained silenced, though her eyes and face said plenty. When the enemas were magically stuck so that even if she had control over her muscles she couldn't expel them, she started to cry, tears pooling in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. Seeing this, the cloaked figure finally lowered the wand and allowed her to speak and make noises in general again. Rather than resume cursing and screaming and shouting, she only asked, whimpered really, one question and one question only.

"Why?" she cried.

Hermione stood and came around with the third tube from the stand and with a touch from her fingers and a flash from her Slave Bands, her mouth opened wide and remained so like she had lockjaw. Before her, the cloaked man put down her wand and stepped closer. Then he lifted up his hood and pulled off the mask covering his face.

"Because," Harry Potter told her as Hermione forced the feeding tube down Ginny Weasley's mouth and throat, "it is necessary. And whatever else existed between us, you were honest with me. So you are among the first few. Luna was another I've chosen to be first, Cho was just a lucky break, but she's not particularly special. You and Hermione and Luna are. That is why you. Why at all?"

He turned and stepped away. Looking over his shoulder, he said, "I'd tell you to ask Dumbledore, but I have a strong feeling that you'll be there when I confront him with this. Word of advice, Ginny, don't fight it. The faster you surrender, the more you obey, the better chance of... well of you coming through this relatively the same. The more you fight, the more you'll be punished, and the more of yourself you'll lose."

"He's right," Hermione whispered as she finished putting everything into its proper place. "I can't remember my parents, Ginny. I know I used to have them, I know I loved them. But I can't remember them at all. Don't fight it. Give in. It is better that way."

Then the machines were turned on.

Her screams were muffled around the feeding tube, from which the same body-molding potion that had transformed Hermione was being poured through. They were further covered up by the noise from the pumps themselves, especially the breast pumps as they kept pulling, tugging, sucking and then pushing, mashing and pressing into her chest over and over on a repetitious cycle. In her vagina, the dildo pumped more of the same potion that covered her body, flooding her cavity, and thanks to her virginal status, overflowing from the inside out while simultaneously vibrating in random start and stop bursts. In her ass, however, the same potion that was being poured down her through was coming in the other end and filling her digestive system to burst. Especially since the excess suddenly had nowhere to go.

Before her eyes, she watched as her once flat stomach began to first bulge as when she'd eaten too much, and then inflate like a water balloon being filled! It wasn't as fast or smooth as that, but soon enough she looked to be three months pregnant!

And though she'd tried to deny it, tried fighting it, she couldn't stop it when the first orgasm ripped through her, eliciting a long, low wail from her as she came. Harry and Hermione watched her through all of this, him stoic and impersonal, her excited and horny. And then right in front of her, literally, Harry opened his robes and 'allowed' Hermione to orally pleasure him.

The sight did nothing to help Ginny fight the stimulation that was even now driving her to a second orgasm. If anything, in spite of the fear inspired by seeing her intelligent and independent friend on her knees before a boy with his cock down her throat, it just turned her on more and hurried her along to her next release to see his erection. She came howling, her eyes locked onto his cock as it was swallowed by the girl's mouth. She came three more times before Harry finally blew his load, and that wasn't exactly quick.

Not that they were done, not by a long shot.

Pulling her up by her hair, Harry turned his slave around to face his newest soon-to-be slave and proceeded to fuck the brunette right in front of the bound redhead. Both girls came near simultaneously.

He switched back and forth between Hermione's sex and ass a few times, holding the willing slave by either her arms or her hair to get her to arch her back and practically shove her larger breasts in Ginny's face. As programmed, Hermione came with practically every stroke and twice as hard every time he entered her anew. Ginny soon found herself orgasming in sync with the sex-crazed slave.

It was incredibly subtle, so subtle that Ginny herself never noticed it even as it was happening to her, and if he hadn't been specifically looking for it, Harry would have missed it as well. But with every orgasm Ginny had, there was a pulse of magic that ran throughout her entire body. And in the aftermath of each pulse, her body was changed. Not a lot, only just a little. A few more curves, smoother skin, hair follicles vanishing, blemishes being erased a little at a time. It started in her belly and moved outward from there, and each time, her continuously growing belly shrunk by just a percentage as the potion was used to effect the changes. Especially to her breasts, as they slowly began to balloon from inside the suction cups from average A cup sized breasts, into eventually C cup titties.

Of course, that was long term, and in order to be subtle, the potion had to work slowly and only a little at a time. So in an hour, the only real noticeable changes was her skin becoming blemish free and her arms and legs looking a little more toned than they had beforehand. And that was after nearly a hundred orgasms, not quite, but in the upper eighties, soon to reach the nineties.

By the time Harry finally pulled out of Hermione for the last time and let her drop exhaustively to the floor, Ginny was almost in pain from coming so often, and if not for the regenerative qualities of the potions she was on, would have passed out already. She was soaked with sweat and gasping and moaning with every breath, and he could see that he had very nearly broken her with just this. Nearly wasn't nearly good enough.

Despite the slave being exhausted to the point of collapse, he patted Hermione on the head and nodded to her. Unsteadily, she got to her feet and pulled out the chained box that had been prepared and shown to her even before Ginny had been strapped down. She brought it to her Master and handed it to him before stepping back.

He smiled and nodded at her, understanding. The things really were quite vile, and if it weren't for the precautions he'd take he wouldn't even have them in the house. As it was, they were quite useful at this stage of the process he had discovered. It would break the girl, break her so thoroughly that it would be child's play to rebuild her as a loyal and obedient slave after.

He brought the box close and opened it almost in the red haired girl's face. Now Ginny may not have been as obsessed with learning all the facets of every subject of knowledge under the sun, but like the rest of her family she'd taken Care of Magical Creatures and recognized an Illithid when she saw one. She had time only for one brief scream, her eyes wide with terror, before the tentacled nightmare launched itself out of its box and wrapped itself around her head, burrowing deep into her mind and memories and thoughts.

The last truly unaltered conscious willing thought she had was of Harry and Hermione both telling her not to fight it. And then she was too busy being bombarded by the sensation of her memories and thoughts being rifled through and then eaten or discarded according to the mind-flayer's discretion. It was her First Year all over again, only that time at least she had blacked out each time. Now, she felt each and every sick caress of the monster as it raped her mind.

Harry stepped back with Hermione at his heels, literally, and paused to examine his handiwork. The pale freckle skinned redhead was spread eagled on a rack, bindings at every major joint and across her sternum and neck. Her white skinned glistened in the low lighting from equal parts lotion and sweat, after the amount of orgasms she'd had. Her cunt and ass were both stretched and on display from the dildo and enema plugs up them, with the tubes going to the stands off to the side as her belly was visibly distended. On her small average sized breasts where cups that sucked them in and then mashed them flat with mechanical precision. Her jaw was open and drooling from the feeding tube forced down it, also contributing to her bloated gut. The best part though, the truly best part was the Illithid attached to her crown. Its two primary tentacles were burrowed firmly into each of her ears, while the rest hung around her head, face and shoulders, some actually curling and caressing her body like a gentle lover, while her eyes were rolled up showing nothing but white as gasps and moans came from her.

"Beautiful," he said to himself as the bound body shuddered and seemed to vibrate in its bonds, and her breasts grew a bit, her limbs lengthened and strengthened and her body very, very subtly shifted. He turned and left, making sure to turn off the lights as he made his way up the stairs, Hermione crawling on all fours at his heel.

222ZZZ222

Master and slave spent the rest of the day passing time as they did most days now. In between preparations for conquering the magical world, they fucked like bunnies. Since the only preparations that could be done had been accomplished and prepared before they'd even gone out to capture their current prisoners, and anything else would be redundant, they chose to spend the time with more... gratifying pursuits.

"Ohhh, yes Master! Thank you Master! Uh, uh, uh, huh, hah, gah, aaaaahhh! Th-thank you M-Master-errr!" Hermione screamed out commentary as Harry pounded away inside her.

They were in the Play Room, in their favorite position; Hermione on her knees, head down and ass raised, with Harry towering over her as he took her from behind, one hand grasping the back of her neck while the other held her about the hips. And thanks to magic, Harry had made it so, to him, it not only was extremely pleasurable, but quite comfortable as well. Not to mention he'd been steadily improving his physical form through magic, potion, ritual, and daily exercise in order to increase both strength, endurance and above all his stamina.

As programmed, Hermione thanked her master every time he gave her pleasure, IE when she had orgasms. Those last two had merely been the latest of over two hundred that she'd had just this session alone. Harry hadn't been the only one working on stamina.

Besides, each session, or round as he was beginning to think of them, only lasted until he came, and he was having too much fun exercising his toy to let it in for a few seconds of instant gratification. Not to say anything of the buzz he'd worked up from being at it for over an hour already.

The trick was, of course, to take strategic breaks off and on, such as the one he did now, pausing inside of his slave, making sure he was fully sheathed, and then pulling her up off the pillows by the back of her collar, choking her slightly and at the same time giving her another orgasm, causing her pussy muscles to ripple delightfully around his member.

"Thank-you-Mast-urk!" she tried to thank him again, but he choked her for continuing to speak when he wanted silence.

He waved his hand and the magical screens appeared before them. He'd been playing for long enough, he decided. He needed to get a status update on everything. He also wanted to try his new, heh, interfacewith the 'magical computer system' of sorts that he'd set up inside this house. He was going to miss it when he finally moved on.

Reaching around with expert and experienced hands, he molded his slave's body against his own, and then brought the Slave Bands on her wrists together behind his back and the Slave Bands on her ankles together by the small of his back, where they magically came together and nothing Hermione could do would pull them apart. Finally he stood to his feet, not because he was uncomfortable, he just wanted to feel her reaction to this.

The brunette slave gasped when her master made the first move to get up, and then let out a soft, low moan that she felt in every cell of her body as when he stood up with her tightly bound around him, and with him still inside her! It was more... more... just MORE than she ever could have imagined!

For starters, he wasn't even holding her up, it was all on her, and his sinfully gorgeous cock! As gravity took hold, she slowly began to slide down his body, but because of the limitations imposed by the magic of the Slave Bands, there was only so far down she went before she began having to squirm back up to start the descent all over again. That said nothing about the massive man-meat lodged up her cunt, forcing her to essentially fuck herself on him as she tried to squirm up while gravity continuously pulled her down.

Then, her master pushed her head down and brought up both hands to her breasts. One started teasing her right nipple, while the other hefted and began to rub the underside of her left tit. Out of the corner of her eye, sort of, just ahead of her she saw the screens that her master usually manipulated with his wand or by hand, respond instead to his manipulations of her breasts!

He ran a finger down to her navel, trailing across her skin slowly enough to drive her mad with desire. In front of them, the 'camera view' on Ginny panned and then zoomed in as said finger circled her navel several times. Meanwhile his other hand was still on her breast and as he pinched her nipple again, another screen became prominent. Some more palpitations revealed it to be a status report on what Ron and the others in the Resistance were up to at the moment, which was actually scrambling around trying to find the redhead's sister and the two missing Ravenclaws. Harry laughed and slapped her tit, the screen vanished. Hermione screamed as she came, his cock throbbed in her.

"Hm, I'll have to make this your new job, Herms," he joked. "You certainly seem to like it, and I do have to admit, there are some perks. All right, lets see how our redhead is doing, shall we?"

"Y-ye-yes, M-Master," she moaned, head bowed so as not to obstruct his view.

"Head up, Hermione, but thrust out your chest more," he ordered, and she complied. The result being that her head wasn't in the way, but otherwise she remained in place, just with her back arched, driving her more fully onto his erection and stretching her more than she'd ever been before. It was only thanks to her magically bound Slave Bands that she was even able to maintain it as he continued to manipulate her body and the screens.

When he wanted to zoom in or move screens about, he ran his fingertips over her tummy. When he wanted to directly manipulate what was on a screen, he went back up to her breasts and did deliciously twisted things to them. But the really fun stuff happened when he wanted to open a new screen and put both hands below her navel around her stretched, gaping, and soaked pussy lips. Pinching her clit opened a blank window, while fluttering, pulling, tugging, pinching and rubbing her open lips filled it with various bits of information that she could barely begin to understand under the circumstances. It was driving her mad!

Eventually, he'd finished with most of the other work he wanted to focus on and brought the security feed of Ginny back to the front. Looking at the prone redhead now, Hermione could see that her once friend had changed quite a lot. Where before she looked more like a young Bonnie Wright, now she looked more like a 19-year-old Audrey Hollander, especially in the breast and ass departments.

"Hm, looks like she's done," Harry commented as he zoomed in the image to show that the Illithid had indeed fallen off and was lying dead on the floor.

"Hah... y-yuh-yes, M-Master," the still bound brunette stuttered.

"OK then," he slapped both ass cheeks together, causing all the windows to vanish and her Slave Bands to release, dropping her to the mattress floor. He gave her ten seconds to collect herself, and even that was more than generous. "Come along, Hermione. Remember to pad your knees this time, as you are not being punished at present."

"Y-yes, Master," she tiredly responded, crawling to her hands and knees. "I remember my lessons well, Master." With that said, her magic channeled through her Slave Bands and put a variation of the Spongify spell around her legs, feet and hands, and then she proceeded to quickly catch up with Harry as he made his way downstairs to the basement, on her hands and knees the whole way.

When she fell behind, Harry would sometimes stop and look back at her, taking the time to appreciate what he had created in her. Not just the perfect slave, intelligent and loyal beyond reproach, but one of the most beautiful examples of pure femininity he had ever seen. The way her back arched, her legs spread, and her hips rotated as she moved, and especially the way her breasts hung and her pussy glistened with moisture from the exposed air. He found himself 'hurrying forward' just so he could stop and stare at her steady approach more often.

Eventually they did come to the basement cell where the transformed redhead was still held, not that the restraints would be needed any longer. Her mind, as Hermione's once had, was wiped clean. Nothing but an instinctual animal, and a particularly dumb one at that. The only thoughts and memories left in her head were those of Harry Potter and submission to him.

"Well, I'll be, she actually took it all," he said as he checked the various bags and tubes hooked into Ginny. "See here? Her body actually managed to absorb and convert every drop of the potion that was put into these bottomless bags. Damn, that means having to make more. Double damn, that means she's too horny to fuck. I'd drive her insane if I tried to right now as she wouldn't be able to be satisfied. I do not need insane slaves. Broken yes, insane no. All right, I'll get her set up for the next phase, Hermione, stand up and go prepare the lab for making more of the potion. Be quick about it. While I'm making replacement stock for Luna and Cho, you'll be administering Ginny's... training."

"You wish for me to torture... train my friend into being your loyal obedient slave, Master?" Hermione asked, a hint of doubt in her voice.

"Yes, I do," he confirmed.

"Oh, thank you Master! I won't let you down!" she joyously yelled, kissing him on the cheek and then running off to do as she was told, mindless of how her breasts jiggled when she ran.

Harry chuckled to himself and then pulled out his wand and began manipulating things for the next phase.

222ZZZ222

Master was now in the Potions Lab, leaving Hermione to train her new sister in slavery. Any thoughts of questioning her actions or how much this conflicted with who and what she used to be never once entered her mind, partly because she truly had changed that much, but also because the magic of the Slave Bands allowed for no trace of disobedience whatsoever. And so it was that Hermione gleefully went about brainwashing her master's newest slave.

Ginny was strapped down in a chair, bound similarly to how Hermione had been when she was put on the saw horse and bombarded by subliminals for days on end. The primary difference being that the now voluptuous redhead wasn't being bombarded by subliminals and strobe lights, but merely the same helmet that had finished her training while on the gyroscope.

Otherwise it was the same as instead of a flat seat, the same vibrating sybian-like machine had been placed there, with her feet tied to the back legs so she was still in a kneeling position. Her hands and arms were also bound behind her back, thrusting out her chest, but the 'back' of the chair made it even more difficult to struggle or get free, emphasizing her submissiveness in her mind. Given that it had only been a couple days and not months, there was no need to put the electric pads all over her body, instead the familiar breast pumps were put back in place, this time set to pleasure and 'punish' her rather than assist the potion in enhancing her bust. Though just because the pads to stimulate muscles weren't being used, Hermione saw no reason to waste the fact that she was sitting in an electric chair after all. For every 'wrong' answer, the pale young girl would be electrocuted, quite painfully, but not badly enough to cause permanent damage.

She began by allowing the Subliminator, the helmet, do its job, and fill in the empty spaces left by the now dead Illithid. Once it indicated that the first phase of programming was complete, Hermione began and turned on the sybian and vibrating breast pumps.

She then proceeded to interrogate the poor girl the same way that Harry had, using the same pain/pleasure curses that had been used on her in conjunction to what the chair and other devices were already doing to her. Hermione made sure to go through the entire script at least three times, before finally questioning the slave and demanding answers, trying to trip her up as often as she could. Hours later, when the only answers she was getting 'wrong' were the trick questions where there were no right answers, Hermione stopped her phase of the training and adjusted the settings on the helmet and with the chair and other devices. The Subliminator would continue its same 'filling her head with knowledge' routine while the chair and other devices filled her with a pleasant buzz and kept her simmering with arousal without pushing too far or too hard. She also cast a variation of the pleasure curse that was just the same, with the added curse-like effect of actually preventing the girl from coming at all until released from it. In the end, the bound voluptuous redhead was practically screaming as she begged to serve their Master in every way possible with no hesitation at all.

Satisfied with Ginny's progress, she turned and crawled up the stairs to where her Master was at that moment. Outside of the Play Room, her Barracks, and the Basement, Hermione was always on her hands and knees and only ever crawled to go somewhere else in the house. Harry had noticed this side effect from her training, as it hadn't been an actual order from him, but had yet to do anything about it.

Well, that isn't necessarily true. He'd installed 'doggie doors' and 'cat flaps' on all the doors so she didn't have to stand up to open the doors normally and could continue on her hands and knees to her hearts content. Just because he hadn't ordered it didn't mean he didn't like it and want to take full advantage of it.

So when Hermione came in crawling and immediately went for his crotch, he only paused in his potion making long enough to turn his hips away from the cauldron and lift his dragon-hide apron so she could get under it. Luckily, the dragon-hide apron/robe was the only thing he was wearing so there was minimum fuss before his cock was down her throat once more. After he finished with the actual potion making parts, (it only needed to sit under the right conditions for a while), he finally released the tension she'd been steadily building in him and came all over her.

"Ah, thank you Hermione," he sighed as he put away the protective apron/robe, "Excellent job. I take it from your presence here that you believe Ginny to be... done?"

"Yes Master," Hermione hummed, slowly licking his delicious cream off of herself like a cat. He briefly had a flash back to their second year and wondered at the possibility of turning her into the kind of catgirl from cartoons.

"Hm," he pondered. "Well, let's go see, shall we?"

He lead the way out of the Potions Lab and back down the stairs to the basement where the now voluptuous redhead was still trussed up and receiving 'instruction' from the Subliminator.

Before stepping closer, he made sure to put on the same robe and cowl that he usually wore down here. Sure, she'd seen his face, but that was when she still had her memories and before her training. He'd worked out the kinks of the process on Hermione, mostly by going to extremes with her, which he wanted to avoid in the future, and so if things went right the process will have been perfected with Ginny here. No reason to screw it up because he was lazy.

They released her from the chair and took off the Subliminator and stood her in front of him, while Hermione hid behind her, out of sight. He gave her the standard test that was an absolute must before placing the Slave Bands on her. Standing tall before her, he made sure she was as focused as possible, and said to her, "I am your master."

Instantly her eyes focused to pinpoints on him and she fell to her knees, whispering over and over again the word, "Obey!"

Excellent!

Cowl pulled aside, he personally attached the Slave Bands while Hermione held the compliant girl in place. As with Hermione, the moment the collar was closed, the redhead's eyes began to clear and focus and remember. Before she could say or do anything however, he already had the remaining four Bands attached and fused to her skin. Now came the tricky part, keeping her so distracted and submissive that she wouldn't even have a chance to fight back until well after the 24 hour limit had passed and putting her on her knees before him in the end.

"H-Har-Harry?" she stammered as she came back to herself, naked and in the arms of the man she was in love with. "Wh-what is happen—?"

He cut her off, kissing her full on, silencing her with his mouth rather than through force or magic. Behind the suddenly melting girl, Hermione released her hold and instead began to softly caress and tease her new lover. The freckled slave moaned in equal parts appreciation and surprise. When Harry finally allowed the kiss to break, she swiftly turned her head to see who else was touching her (also letting Harry begin kissing his way down her neck to her breasts) and when she saw her beautiful brunette friend, she stammered once again, "Her-Hermione? But, how? Why? What is—?"

As her master had, Hermione shut the new slave up with a kiss. A deep, soulful, open-mouthed kiss that had the virginal girl moaning all over again. More importantly, she was not pulling away as she had before. And when Harry finally did reach her breasts and started suckling her hyper-sensitive nipples, that moaning transformed into muffled screams of ecstasy!

After that, there were no more words. Even if Ginny had tried to speak any more, the loving pair of master and slave would expertly shut her up by giving her more pleasure than she could possibly handle. With Hermione, Harry had made sure to emphasize obedience above everything else, and so he'd disoriented her and then put her through a more balanced form of brainwashing, utilizing both pain and pleasure together. With Ginny, he had different plans.

Also, to be quite honest, if he had to do what he did with Hermione to every slave he collected, then he would exhaust himself before he'd collected even a percentage of his ultimate goal. No, with these first few, he was still experimenting. So long as they were on their knees before him in the last moments of the Slave Band's magic, they would be enslaved to him regardless. With Hermione, he wanted, needed a partner, somebody loyal to a fault that would do everything he required of her, no questions asked. With Ginny, he wanted a pleasure slave, a harem wife, nothing more than a womb with fun bits attached.

Besides that, there was a specific reason that, of the three captured witches, he chose to enslave Ginny first. Taking her in his arms, he held her flush against his 'suddenly' naked body (in truth they had both just taken turns distracting her as he removed his smock and robes beneath it and then pulled out a mattress to lay on) and stared deeply into her eyes. She was so dizzy from the kissing and the groping and the teasing and the feelings racing through her body that she couldn't even think of resisting, not that her training would allow her to anyway. He slowly levered the two of them down onto the padded surface, his larger masculine frame pressing her more feminine body into the mattress.

"Ginny," he whispered, taking both her hands into his.

"Yes Har... Yes, my Lord and Master?" Ginny breathed, heady with desire and love like she'd never experienced.

"Do you remember in your First Year at Hogwarts, how I saved your life?" he whispered, his lips against hers but not really kissing as they nuzzled their noses together. "How you wouldn't be here, would not be alive if it had not been for my actions? How you owe me a life debt?"

"Ye-yes, Master," she nodded, her breath hitching slightly.

He entwined his fingers with hers and brought her arms up above her head. Keeping one eye on the glow of her Slave Band collar and the other staring deep into her eyes, he said to her, "I, Harry James Potter, do call in the Life Debt owed by Ginevra Molly Weasley, and offer her the choice to grant me the boon I ask for in exchange, or to be free and without her magic forevermore, never to be touched or harmed by magic ever again."

She gasped, shocked. Not even her intense, but abbreviated training, not to mention having her mind wiped by the Illithid and restored by the Slave Bands, could suppress the emotional response that statement elicited from her. She half suspected what was happening to her, what had happened to him and what he was doing to her and had done to Hermione, and here he was offering her a way out. A way to be free and to not be his slave. But at the cost of losing her magic and becoming a muggle. But the alternative... it could be anything... and if she chose it, she may never have a free choice ever again. In fact, she suspected that was his intention all along. To get her to *choose* to be his slave, willingly.

"Wh-what is your boon?" she asked instead of making her choice immediately, hoping to see just how bad it would be.

"My boon is that I want you to be my love slave," he stated while thrusting her hips, moving against her, but not yet penetrating.

"Wh-wha-whu... what?" she stammered, her eyes wide and breath heaving with every gasp.

"I want you," he said, moving again, drawing a sharp gasp from her wet lips, "to be my," another shift, another gasp, "obedient, sex slave." Every other word, he moved, drawing forth another gasp, moan, whimper and delectable noise from her that he could.

"I want you, to be a, horny, submissive, whore for me. I want you, to be my, docile, nympho-slut, fucktoy. I want, you to be, my, mindless, love, doll. I want to fuck you, I want to make love to you, I want to sex you up, I want to fill you so full of my cum, that you will be pregnant every day, for the rest of your life. I want you popping out my babies, my children, my spawn, for the remainder of your days. I want to turn you into my own personal baby factory. And between pregnancies, you'll be on your knees, my cock either down your throat, up your ass, or filling your cunt with my seed to knock you up all over again."

Ginny came beneath him, he could feel her belly fluttering and her back trying to stretch and squirm under his body. The impressive thing was that they hadn't done anything beyond the dry-humping phase just yet. That was the reason he did Hermione first.

Yes, Hermione also owed him a life debt from her First Year, the only problem with that was that in all their adventures at Hogwarts, his life was saved a time or two by Hermione, or at the very least by the information she provided, without which he definitely would have been dead. It made the subject enough of a gray area that he erred on the side of extreme caution with her training and hadn't even broached the life debt issue at all. Why he needed her first though was, the whole partner thing aside for the moment, she had information that he needed. Information about all those he had chosen to be the first of his slave-witch army, such as their fantasies and other private matters that really got their socks off, so to speak. Such as Ginny's submissive child-bearing fantasy with him as the father.

Personally, he didn't really care about having kids at the moment and he fully intended to leave the contraceptive charms of her Slave Bands intact and active at all times. But she didn't need to know that at the moment.

"I, Ginevra Molly Weasley, do hereby accept the terms of the boon offered by Harry James Potter, in exchange for the satisfaction of the Life Debt I owe to him," she intoned, a feeling of magic settling all around them.

"The boon that you..." he trailed off, waiting for her to finish it.

"That I become your love slave," she gulped, nervousness dotting her expression, but love and worship shining from her eyes.

"My sex slave," he repeated, moving against her again.

"Your... sex slave!" she groaned, trying to increase their friction.

"My whore," he pulled back just slightly.

"Your whore!" she moaned, desperate to get him back.

"My fucktoy," he raised his hips while staying eye-to-eye with her.

"Your, oh! Fucktoy!" she gasped as his member fell between her legs from where it had lain on her stomach.

"My love doll," he whispered into her ear, kissing her lobes.

"Mmm, your, mmhmm! Your love doll!" she whimpered in reply.

"Loving, obedient, docile, mindless, horny, nympho slut," he hissed between nibbles across her jawline back to her lips, which he soon kissed, only stopping briefly to allow her to answer by nibbling his way to her other ear.

"Loving," she whimpered with every touch of his body, her hands still held tightly in his above her head so she could do nothing but take it. "I love you so much Master! Obedient, I will obey you, Harry James Potter, my Master, always obey you! Docile, anything you want Master, anything you want! Mind... no mind, no will, no thoughts! Horny, oh please fuck me, I am so wet for you! Nympho slut, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"I, Harry James Potter, accept," he stated as he raised himself up above her. "I declare the Life Debt paid upon agreement of the boon."

"I... Ginevra... Molly... Weasley," Ginny gasped, her eyes wild with lust and desire, "accept and agree to the boon and declare the Life Debt paid! Now take me Master, PLEASE!"

He pushed forward at the hip, having lined up while she completed the necessary ritual and the feeling of magic finally came to a climax, right as he entered her, penetrating her moist heat and not stopping until he came to rest fully inside her. He'd noticed the brief sensation of a blockage but it hadn't even slowed him down before giving way. Once he was hilt-deep, he stopped and rested, analyzing the situation. It honestly surprised him, just a little bit, that Ginny had still been a virgin until now.

Given the number of boyfriends she'd had as well as the fact that she'd gone on more dates than him and all the time she spent riding brooms, Hermione and Ron put together, well... assumptions were made. False assumptions apparently. Which just made it all the sweeter, he decided, smiling down at the de-virgined slave. First blood goes to him, which just added more links to her chains as far as he was concerned.

He waited until she had stopped panting like a panicked animal, giving her the time she needed to get used to it, to allow the pain to fade. This too was part of her enslavement, as she didn't need to see the harsh taskmaster, not until it was too late anyway. What she needed was a 'caring and considerate' lover, so that is what he would be. Until it was too late for her to do anything about the situation that is.

"I'm... I'm good now, I-I-I think," she whispered, looking up into his smiling face with a sexy yet innocent grin of her own. "Make love to me?"

And so he did.

He began slowly, withdrawing slowly, bit by bit, until he was nearly out, and then with a practiced motion, he pushed himself back in, drawing a heavy groan of raw pleasure from the female beneath him. He kissed her at the moment of deepest penetration, and brought their conjoined hands from behind/above her head out to the side. Ginny began to squirm anew, her legs finally getting some purchase so that she could push against his bulk. Not to shove him away, no, but to draw him closer and to rock and thrust against him in time with his own slow and loving thrusts.

Harry was really impressed with the Subliminator at that moment in time. Other, very useful information Hermione had provided him was that Pureblood Witches, or at least most witches raised in the Wizarding World, were taught from very early on that enthusiasm for sex or base pleasures was wrong. That all the work had to be left up to the men until the moment a child was conceived and then the rest was left to them. Hermione had warned him this probably meant that Ginny, Cho, Luna, Susan, and Parkinson, not to mention a few others on his list, would end up being... well, the muggle term was 'dead fish' in the sack. The Subliminator, fascinating (and illegal) piece of muggle technology, changed all that. Long, technical, very boring explanation made short, it uploaded information to the brain very, very, very quickly and in such a way that once you knew how to, made it very easy to access and use that information. Like how to enjoy sex and a few different sexual techniques in addition to a doctrine of absolute obedience.

The willing and obviously very horny slave below him was just one example of what it could do. Hermione's ability to deep throat him minutes after completion of her training was another if he recalled. He looked forward to discovering just where its limits lie.

He made love, missionary position only, to his new slave for what felt like forever, but the clock told him was only an hour or so. Twenty three hours to go.

He came twice during their love making, once shortly after they began their coupling and they naturally sped up, and they came very close together as the sensation of his seed spilling inside her set her off like a rocket. The second was at the end of the hour, after he'd spent most of it pistoning her like a love machine, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her willing female flesh, and at the end when he finally unloaded a second gallon of cum into her womb, not that it would do anything with the Slave Bands in place, sweat was dripping from her every pore, her red locks soaked as though from the shower, and she could barely move, though not from lack of trying. All throughout the experience, he made sure to hold tightly to her hands, entwining his fingers with hers. It enhanced the pleasure for her, the same way talking about knocking her up did.

After the hour was up, and she lay dripping sweat and other fluids on the mattress, her virgin blood now permanently mixed into the material, he released them both and slowly withdrew from her stretched snatch. He smirked, the silent joke that once the enslaving process was complete he could just will it, snap of the finger or no, and her body would revert to any status he wished. Even if he kept his 'promise' to her of impregnating her and keeping her pregnant and she gave birth to dozens of children, thanks to the magic of the Slave Bands he could will her body to be as tight and flawless as it is now, or he could actually go ahead and now have her 'loose and stretched out' as she would be after giving birth. There was a reason he waited so long to put his plans into motion, and being able to produce the Slave Bands on his own was just one of the many.

"We're not done yet, my fuck doll," he ordered with a slap to her nice and full ass. He liked the way it jiggled a bit and the red mark he left on her fair skin from the hit.

"I..." she tried to groan, visibly tired and emotionally exhausted.

"I! I!!" he screamed grabbing her by the hair at the nape of her neck and pulling her to her knees. He very quickly disillusioned her to the possibility that this was all some elaborate game on his part. He violently shoved her nose and the rest of her face into the wet spot they'd just spent the last hour making, before letting her head go and slapping her ass again.

"You are no longer an 'I' slave! You are my property, my toy, my doll for me to play with as I see fit. There is no excuse any more, slave! No, 'I have a headache', 'I'm tired', 'I'm on my period', 'Not tonight'!" he mocked in a derisive falsetto.

Then, in a more normal tone of voice than she'd expected after his angry rant (which was entirely faked, but she didn't need to know that), he said to her, "I'm sorry Ginny, but apparently you need to learn a hard lesson of life just now. So I'm going to teach it to you."

He then proceeded to rape her.

She screamed. She struggled. She begged. She cried. She yelled profanities at him. She tried to fight, but the magic of the exchanged life debt never let her fight too hard.

Every time she stopped screaming or looked to be about to go 'dead fish' on him, he changed things up. At first he went back to missionary position, just a lot rougher and with lots of slaps thrown in. Then he flipped her over and did her from behind, but with her hips raised and her face shoved down into the mattress. Made it easier to slap her ass like this. He then, rather methodically went through every male dominant sexual position that he knew of, and had practiced with Hermione, and well, dominated her. Physically, mentally, emotionally, and magically. He took her, controlled her and did with her what he wished, no regards for her feelings or state at all.

And she loved every second of it.

"Please may I cum, Master?" she begged, moaning as he took her anal virginity and pounded away at her ass.

"No, you may not!" he shouted, lengthening his strokes while moving faster with each penetration.

"Nnn!" she squealed, holding back the orgasm threatening to overwhelm her as he churned her insides.

At some point, they'd both lost track of time as they continued fucking each other with Harry taking every one of her virginities on that soaked mattress, he got bored of the basement and while still plugging away in her asshole, he stood up, taking her with him and then went upstairs to his bedroom. (Not that he intended to actually sleep with her in his private-only-for-sleeping bed, but she didn't need to know that.) It wasn't exactly a fast process, as every time they came across a solid flat surface, besides the floor at any rate, he violently slammed her up against it and spent a few minutes violating all her holes until she'd come dozens of times and he came at least once, a facial each time. It didn't help that he always added a few minutes by forcing her to stave off her orgasms until it became painful for her to do so.

By the time they reached the tenth floor, they were both breathing heavy, and Ginny was soaked through and through with his semen. It was caking in places where she hadn't, or couldn't wipe it away, and his apparent need for continuous reapplications didn't help with it either. Once they were in his bedroom, he sighed, dropped the bedraggled slave to the floor and looked over at the clock. Since he'd put the Slave Bands on the cum-covered redhead, eight hours have passed. Well, eight hours and a few minutes, give or take ten or twenty. Time to pass the torch.

Seeing her Lord and Master just standing there after the grand time they'd had so far, Ginny dared to hope that she would finally be allowed to rest, and if it were cuddled up against him, held in his arms, and thereby fulfilling yet another of her long-held fantasies, then so be it! But it was odd to see the dominating man that had been so active for so long already just... standing there, being still. Worry entered her.

Fortunately, the worry was quickly dashed when the door to the stairs opened and Hermione crawled her way in. Upon meeting the scent and sight of her Master's cum and naked body, Hermione's eyes automatically dilated fully in arousal, her nipples became painfully hard, and her pussy so wet that hearing a drip from her was like a gulp from any ordinary person.

"Your turn, Pet," he said tiredly, having called her via the Master/slave connection he had with her Slave Bands. Since the moment he'd taken Ginny's virginity, he'd sent his first slave to rest up for her next part in the breaking of her friend. She'd spent the past eight hours sleeping in the Barracks while he'd spent the last eight fucking her stupid.

For the next eight, he would be the one sleeping while Hermione reinforced the bisexual aspects of the new slave's training. Then according to the plan, for the final eight, they would spend it in the Play Room until Ginny's collar finally stopped glowing and she would be his forevermore.

"Yes Master, of course Master," Hermione kowtowed to him, since she was already on her knees. "Sleep well Master. Follow, slave."

"She, but, you, Master...?" Ginny was confused, tired, and just wanted to sleep, and now she was being made to go somewhere away from her master? It didn't seem right!

"Follow Hermione, Ginny," Harry ordered, his voice broking no argument as he pulled back the sheets. "For the next little while, obey her as you would me. She is already my bound slave, and therefore speaks with my voice. You are being tested and trained. Learn well."

He turned and went to his private bathroom, saying over his shoulder as he left to take a shower, "Now go. She can cum as many times as she wants Hermione, but do not let her rest for a moment until she has learned all there is to learn."

"Yes Master," Hermione bowed again before turning and facing the open door, her back arched to fully display her charms while on her hands and knees. "Follow, slave."

"I... yes... slave," Ginny sniped, a small bit of attitude and defiance on her part.

They left Harry's room and went to the spiral staircase and crawled their way up one floor. As they went, Hermione whispered back to her sister-slave, "Yes, I am a slave, Ginny. A slave to our Master. You are not yet his, despite what you have already shared. I am. I speak with his voice until you are his, mind, body, soul, and magic. As punishment, you are no longer allowed to speak until Master gives permission otherwise. You will only listen, and learn."

Ginny ducked her head, shamefaced. She'd regretted the action of defiance the moment it left her lips, and now it was so much worse! She wanted to wail and cry and beg forgiveness, but she'd been handed her punishment already. A lonely tear fell and splashed against the glowing metal of her slave collar, it's pulse brightened significantly.

Ginny said nothing else as they made their way to the bathroom half of the eleventh floor. To her surprise, the moment they were officially on the eleventh floor, Hermione got to her feet, and then dragged the redhead up by her cum-soaked hair. They went to the bathroom/shower half of the floor, and Ginny almost looked relieved, but silent. Instead of turning on the shower and allowing her to wash herself clean however, the older slave plopped the tired teen down in the middle of the tiled floor, and then straddled her by the waist.

She wanted to speak, wanted to ask what Hermione was doing, what was going on. But she was forbidden from saying a word, and so she just continued to watch her enslaved friend with growing confusion as she leaned over her, their breasts grazing one another while their most intimate areas were already touching.

Hermione then licked Ginny's nose.

That it was covered, and literally dripping with cum, made this action seem more logical than it otherwise would have. Especially as the brunette smacked her lips and by all accounts was savoring the flavor. She then kissed Ginny on the lips, open-mouthed.

The pureblood raised girl would normally have protested, shouted profanities, and shoved the other girl, Girl!, off of her before running for the hills. The subliminally trained, and Illithid-erased-of-all-old-moral-values slave, however, just kissed her back and swapped the cum they'd both collected in their mouths back and forth a bit before swallowing equal shares.

Working together, the pair of nude females patiently and effectively cleaned all of the semen from their bodies, with plenty of kissing and heavy petting inbetween mouthfuls of course. Eventually, by the time they were spending more time making out rather than cleaning each other, the wards somehow sensed the change and triggered the overhead showers, making the whole room fill with big wet drops like it was raining rather than your standard shower. Within seconds, the girls were soaked, head to toe, but they ignored it, instead favoring the attention they were giving to one another.

The automatic soap dispensers just made it plain surreal as bubbles began to fill the room and cover their bodies, but that only made them giggle and try to 'rub in' the soap in to each others bodies. Eventually, it was determined they were 'clean' enough and the bubbles vanished and the water began pooling on the floor. Neither noticed until Ginny's head was fully submerged, and the only thing that changed was that Hermione started to breathe into her mouth for a couple of breaths instead of just tongue-wrestling. The room filled to seven feel, and it was only ten feet at the highest point, and not exactly a cube, so the girls definitely went swimming, yet despite Ginny's worried looks, Hermione kept her calm through near-constant kisses, and maybe a finger-induced orgasm or three.

Once it reached the predetermined height, there was a sound like a flushing toilet and the pair were suddenly caught up in a whirlpool that sent them spinning around the room uncontrollably! Ginny screamed, Hermione laughed. Just because she'd been forbidden from saying a word didn't mean she couldn't still make noises, and for the brunette, she realized that it was a bit of a ride their master had put in for their, and his, enjoyment.

As the water level lowered, the speed of the whirlpool decreased until they could stand on their own two feet again, and yet the more amazing thing was that as the water vanished down the drain, they were dried instantly. As though they'd never been wet in the first place. They sighed after the last of it had drained away and they were completely dry, both of them mused to themselves, 'Only with magic...'

Once they were finished in the bathroom, both as clean as they could please, Hermione took the new slave to the barracks. The only thing she'd done in her so far was sleep, and the bunks were too small and tight to do anything by lay still, even the top one as it was nearly flush with the ceiling. She was looking forward to changing that, as she once again plopped Ginny in the middle of the floor and then attacked her, molding her body atop hers, mashing their larger breasts together, as she snogged the hell out of the exhausted girl.

For the next few hours, both young women experienced a whole new world of sapphic desires with one another. Kissing was one thing, touching and feeling another, and exploring that which they'd only seen and explored on themselves before still yet another! It was quite another thing, however, when they brought each other to the peak, staring into each others eyes, their hands moving in unison between the others legs, lips parted as their breathing became ragged and muscles contracted and spasmed involuntarily, bringing with it an overwhelming sensation of euphoria and love as they'd never known before, not even with their master. It was different with a woman, they decided. Not better, not worse, just... different. A very good different, they both mused privately.

Despite the... spartan... status of their... private room... the two young slaves managed to keep themselves happily occupied for the duration of the eight hours Hermione had been told to keep Ginny busy throughout. Not that she bothered to explain that to the red haired slave, or even spoke at all once they'd left the shower. As potentially boring as a cement and metal room with only beds for furniture could be, they enthusiastically sought means of entertaining themselves until called for by their master. Ways that did not involve sleeping, or talking, or actually pretty much anything that wasn't sexual in some nature.

Ginny quite thoroughly learned the ins and outs of her sister slave's body and what she did and didn't like. The brunette was average in height, even after her body modifications, originally standing at five foot four barefoot, she now was somewhere between five foot five and five foot six. Her measurements, Ginny remembered from their time in the Resistance and Hermione insisted on getting everybody 'normal' clothes instead of just robes and things, was 32-23-34 with a B cup for her bra size. Without a measurement spell or measuring tape, she couldn't be sure, but based on the changes, the younger girl would bet real money her sizes now measured in at 34-22-34 with a C cup!

Of course that was just numbers and figures. The truth of it was so much better up close and personal.

Hermione's skin was an even pale caucasian, unblemished by either mole, birthmark, or scar, which was impressive as she used to have several of each! Her lips were full, crimson, and moist from kissing. Her breasts were high on her chest with perfectly circular brown nipples with hard eraser nubs and looked huge on her new muscular hourglass frame, filling more than Ginny's hands could handle, so to speak. Her belly was smooth and flat, yet could ripple and undulate like a snake when she came, showcasing the muscles that had been developed from near constant orgasms since her captivity began months ago. Her legs were as smooth and toned as the rest of her, and though she spent most of her time on them, her knees were mostly undamaged thanks to the magical regenerative properties of the Slave Bands and the spell precautions she'd started taking around the house. Her pussy was hairless, and nearly always puffy and wet and her clit showing to the open air from her constant state of arousal, moisture flowing down her thighs as consequence. Her hair, however, either as a result of spending most of her time indoors, or because he just liked it that way, was several shades darker than when she was younger. Still more brown than black, but a through and through dark brunette now instead of the near-blonde curls she'd had while attending Hogwarts.

Hermione took the time to learn and understand all the little buttons of the redhead as well, and quite enjoyed it as she did so. Ginny had always been of about average height for the witches their age, and while Harry's modification of her body had enhanced that somewhat, it made little difference in the end, certainly not as much as it had for Hermione.

Originally, Ginny had been about five foot five and stretching her out, so to speak, only put her at five foot six. It was her other measurements that had undergone the, pardon the pun, 'big' changes. The bookworm slave recalled the day she'd measured each of the girls in the Resistance for clothes shopping, and that the only Weasley girl had been an average 32-23-32 with an A-B Cup bra size. Now, well now Hermione saw, after subtly casting the same spell with her Slave Bands, that her sister slave was a rather healthy 34-25-34 with a C Cup size!

The red haired girl was definitely more voluptuous than Hermione was, and it showed in every curve the younger girl now possessed, and she just could not get enough of it! Just as fascinating as her overall transformation was the small things, like how her freckles, hardly noticeable on her originally, had spread and multiplied and enhanced her beauty as a freckle-faced redhead! Her breasts were now by and far her best feature, topped with coral-pink nipples that had yet to even go soft, jiggling and heaving upon her chest with every movement and breath. Her stomach still had a bit of a paunch on it, but that just added to her sultry sexiness, despite modern opinion, and the brunette just loved to watch as her skin bounced with every motion of their lovemaking. Her thighs and legs were just as full and bouncy as the rest of her and made for very nice cushioning, enough that Hermione, and Harry before, just could not resist in slapping and hitting it just to see how the whole of her bounced from the blow. It helped that the cum-crazy little slut really got off on it too. After her breasts, Hermione decided while licking it out, Ginny's second best feature was her ass. As phat as the rest of her, and super sensitive too, either because it had always been that way, or something in the combination of enhancement potions and subliminal training had just made it so, neither of them really cared. They just enjoyed the results for what they were, Ginny for the sensations she got from having the brunette lick her rosebud, and Hermione for the reactions she got from the hyper-sensitive redheaded slut. She especially enjoyed reaming her out while fisting her tight cunt and choking her with her other hand, she'd never seen anyone come that hard before. Then again, they were both young, so who is to say what the future may hold for them?

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Harry awoke to a very pleasant experience.

A warm, experienced, female mouth was deep-throating him, while delicate yet strong female hands massaged his legs and moist female lips kissed all around his groin. He stretched with a soft groan, and the grabbed both female heads by the hair and roughly pulled them off him and then up to where he could see them properly. He was never so grateful for finally getting his eyes fixed as the moment that he saw both his slaves in crystal clarity without having to reach for his glasses first.

He kissed the one in his right hand first, open mouthed, subduing her tongue with a flick and pillaging her mouth without any resistance, just instant submission. Ginny then. He then turned and kissed the one in his left hand, also open mouthed, but softer and with tiny little nibbles as her tongue slowly and delicately explored each part of his tongue and then mouth before briefly pushing against each and finally submitting when pressed back. Definitely Hermione, he remembered.

He silently checked with the wards, not to mention eyed Ginny's collar out of the corner of his eye, and was pleased to note that his beautiful slaves had woken him right on time. That deserved a compliment of sorts.

He tossed them both aside, using his magic, not spells just his magic, to enhance his strength, thereby sending them flying into the walls, and to cushion the blow so they wouldn't die. He sat up and slowly made his way off the bed to stand before them, shouting at them, "How dare you come in here without my permission! You, none of you, can come in here without my explicit permission or order! I do not recall giving such an order before going to sleep! Therefore, you need to be punished!"

They both cowered, though for different base reasons. Ginny was just plain scared of him right at that moment, while Hermione was feeling phantom pains akin to the Cruciatus Curse, as his outburst told her that she'd not just disappointed him, but she'd outright disobeyed him! Disobedience is pain!

"But we'll save that for later," he said in a much more calm voice and breaking through their fear. "I wanted to wake up now anyway, so I presume the wards sent you as my wake-up call. Not bad. I do good ward work. Still, a notice from the wards is not an order from me, or permission. We'll take care of the actual punishment once Ginny is fully trained, but know that you both will be punished for this."

"Yes Master," Hermione humbly said, bowing till her forehead was flat against the ground.

"Y-yes... M-Master," Ginny mimicked, also putting her head to the ground, already asking herself what she'd gotten into, until she vaguely recalled that she'd been kidnapped and hadn't initially agreed to any of this. Before she could delve to much longer on why and how she came to be in this place, Harry decided to move things along.

"I'm sure the both of you had a pleasant time together on your own, but that time is over," he stated, standing before them as they remained prostrate. "Neither one of you are allowed to cum until I give you express permission, and even then, only after begging me adequately. Now, the wards just informed me that slave Hermione forbid you from speaking until I gave you permission, slave Ginny."

She squeaked, but wisely remained silent with her head on the floor and her ass in the air.

"You did well, until you spoke just now... to my direct order," he trailed off and she feared the worst.

"You now have my permission to express yourself through words," he said. She raised her head and opened her mouth to speak, but he quickly continued, "But that does not mean you are free to speak. It means that you can say things like 'yes master' and 'thank you master' and 'oh god, please, fuck this horny cunt master!'. I trust you understand?"

She nodded and whispered, "Thank you, Master."

"Good girl," he smiled and then turned to his attached bathroom.

"Time for a shower! Follow," he said and didn't bother looking back to see if they did or not. Fortunate for them, they did, both crawling on their hands and knees in his wake.

Harry's private shower was identical to that of those in the Gryffindor dorms, down to the same towels and rugs. Just with a little bit more space to move around in. As soon as the water turned on and Harry stepped into the spray, something suddenly clicked in the subliminal programming both girls had received and they silently got to their feet and began washing their Master as though they'd spent seven years going to school to train just for this one service instead of learning magic!

It wasn't even that sexual of an experience, though Harry certainly enjoyed it in that way, the point and purpose was to get cleaned in as efficient and quick and stimulating method as possible. They began by pouring water all over him, even rubbing to ensure he was fully covered. They then brought out the sponges and began to suds him up with a special potion that he'd been using on himself ever since he'd 'disappeared', although having two young beautiful soaking wet naked women do it for him definitely made the experience more enjoyable compared to the self application.

Once he was fully suds'd up, rather than just rinse it off, they pulled out ever-full-jars and began to pour oil all over him, making very sure it was very well rubbed in. Only then did they pull out a pair of stirgels and scrape his skin clean. They then began washing his hair and giving him the male equivalent of a pedicure, manicure, and full spa massage treatment, before finally putting him back under the spray and cleaning it all away with Egyptian Cotton wash cloths. All in all, the entire thing took about ten minutes, mostly because there was no wasted movements and they were very efficient with their time.

Stepping out of the shower, they both carefully and patiently dried him with hand towels and the same dedication they'd shown in the shower. It wasn't until he was dressed in his familiar black-on-black robes that they both snapped out of their trance and realized what had just happened.

"Now," Harry said to them as they fell to their knees automatically after coming back to themselves. "Time to get back to business, so to speak. Hermione, go and get the toys. Not the fun ones, the ones for Punishment."

Both slaves shivered, hearing the capital letter he'd put on that word. Nevertheless, Hermione obeyed, crawling off to another room to get what was asked of her, while Ginny remained on her knees, a nervous look on her face.

"I think we'll go ahead and get your punishment out of the way, Ginny," he said to her as he slowly walked towards the Play Room. She followed along at a steady pace, gulping quietly. "That way there will be no delay in getting to work. And I will need your help. You are very important to me Ginny, otherwise I wouldn't be going through all this trouble. If you weren't, I would've just done to you what I'm going to do to the rest of the world. Well, the Wizarding World."

"M-Master?" she squeaked, unsure if she was allowed to speak or not, but it never hurt to ask permission first.

"Don't interrupt, I'm in a monologuing mood at the moment," he hushed her. "And yes, you heard me right. I am going to enslave all the witches in the world. I think it should have been obvious from the start, my dear, but I'm now a Dark Lord. Don't give me that look."

She hastily stilled her face into a mask of innocence, hoping she was quick enough to hide the look of horror that had crossed her expression at his horrible declaration. Her hero, her saviour, the man she loved... a Dark Lord? Could it be?

"To clarify, I was a lord from the moment I was born, being of an Ancient and Noble Family, I just wasn't official or anything. But in all honesty, all it takes to be a Lord is to be of noble blood, check, to have loads of money, check, to own enough land for people to live on, check, and to have people who acknowledge you as their lord. You are the second, my dear, but not the last. So, check. Voldemort, despite how I mock him, actually is a Lord as well, the last of the line of Slytherin, he owns Riddle Manor and by proxy the rest of Little Hangleton, not that they acknowledge his ownership since they pay taxes to the crown and not him, and all the marked Death Eaters acknowledge him as their Lord and through them he has lots of money. Now, the question that I can sense burning behind those pretty pink lips of yours, why a Dark Lord and not say, a Light Lord, or a Magic Lord to use the neutral term?"

She said nothing, but nodded when he looked down at her.

He smiled and opened the door to the Play Room, ignoring her gasp at her first sight of the pillow-filled paradise. Mere moments after the door shut behind them, Hermione entered from one of the side-doors, a cold metal tray perched precariously on her back as she precisely moved each hand and leg as carefully as possible so as not to drop any of that which lay on said tray. Ginny audibly gulped, seeing all of the tools placed on the tray. Harry just smiled, and answered the question he'd given voice to.

"A Magic Lord, such as the Minister of Magic, can only work to maintain the status quo. It is how the Order of the Phoenix came about with this little... stalemate of theirs. If I were to become independent, then my magic would force me to bend to the will of the people that choose to serve me. Very... symbiotic, I believe is the term. Except for the fact that most every one that I could get to follow me would end up turning me into another version of Fudge or Dumbledore, depending on the majority. A Dark Lord follows no ones rules but his own. He enslaves, yes, enslaves his subjects and thus they have no control over him because his will is their will. So not to worry, my dear, I will save the world, not destroy it like Voldemort is trying to do. I'm just doing it my way. Instead of Dumbledore's way!"

The temperature in the room noticeably dropped, goosebumps appearing all over the girls' bodies and the flames in the lanterns flickered and nearly went out. The pure hatred they'd heard when Harry said the Headmaster's name... it was more terrifying than anything they'd ever faced, and that included the few times they'd both faced off against Voldemort and his Death Eaters!

"Enough of that," he said, the peripheral effects of his rage dissipating as though they'd never been. "Time for your punishment, slaves. Hermione, over here please. Ginny, up here." He patted the 'couch' of pillows. Slowly, the redhead moved into position as Hermione carefully made her way to her master's side.

"Your punishment for... what was it again, Hermione?" he asked.

"We entered your room without permission, Master," she dutifully answered.

"Ah, yes, violated my privacy, my sanctum," he mused. "For that, your punishment is that you get to be constantly violated for the remainder of your training." He then shoved a fifteen inch by three and a half inch spiked vibrator up her moist cunt, pausing only when it stopped progressing naturally and to spin it around a bit until it was finally in most of the way.

"Ohhhh-gawd! Thank-THANK YOU MASTEEERRR!!" Ginny squealed as she came after screaming most of the while once it was as far as it could go. Then he flicked the vibe on and left it on, enjoying the aftermath groans coming from the freckled girl. He then accepted the well-lubed anal plug from Hermione, four and a half inches at its widest point, and began to slowly work it into her asshole. If he thought Ginny was a screamer before, she hadn't even begun to unleash her voice based on the noise she was making as he worked the sex toy home.

Must be good genes, he silently mused, recalling some of the Howlers Molly Weasley had unleashed on the unsuspecting.

Once that was eventually all the way in, he revealed that it too was 'special', but instead of the type of toy one could get from any Adult Store in the Red Light District, he had personally enchanted this one via magical means. It didn't 'vibrate' in the classic sense, but rather deployed spikes and bumps in rows up and down it, which then rotated in opposite directions from the row 'in front of it', each at varying speeds. One would have thought Ginny was part banshee from the scream that came out of her after he activated it.

The last piece of Ginny's punishment was him strapping a magical chastity belt to her, and like everything else on the punishment tray, it had been altered and enhanced. The vibrator and the plug both attached to the matching locks on the belt, but more than just keeping the toys inside her, there was a rune-cluster that spread the sensations from both her cunt and her ass so that she was feeling it all over her body, so it felt like she was getting a shiatsu massage and a full-body orgasm all at once. Whats more is that the runes made it a two way street, so any touch on her body anywhere, felt like it was right on her clit!

Ginny collapsed across the pillow couch, her whole body twitching as she screamed and tried to breathe at the same time.

"Remember to beg, my dear," he whispered in her ear with a pat on the head.

"AAAAAAHHH!" she could only scream, the sensations driving her mad, but what made it worse, worse by far, was that she couldn't cum!

When he'd been driving the things in, he'd given her permission, but immediately revoked it the moment after the edge had been taken off. Now that she was strapped in and needing to cum so bad it hurt, he was going back to his original order of wanting them to beg him for permission to have an orgasm!

"Now, as for you, Hermione," he sighed, looking down at his first slave. "I could order you be changed into a real mermaid and watch you choke to death in front of me, then change you back and do it again. I could order pain or pleasure a hundred fold of what Ginny is now feeling. I can do absolutely anything to you, and you know it. But none of that compares to how much it would truly punish you, my most obedient slave, as me saying four simple words to you."

He kicked her in the side, knocking the tray from her back, and then picked her up by the throat until she was at eye level with him. "Do you understand why you both are being punished, slave? Do you? I want an answer!"

"We... I, presumed too much, my lor... my Master," she gasped, looking up at him, pleading. "I sought to please you and, your words to the other slave, the power went to my head. I forgot myself, Master. Please... please, please, please forgive me!" she begged, weeping.

"You are only half right," he growled, squeezing her throat tighter. "You came into the one place in this house that I promised myself I would never take any of you! I will only ever take the woman I love, my future wife to my bed! The rest of you, all you slaves will never join me in my bed! I may occasionally sleep with one of you, but the Master Bedroom is not for the likes of you! Hermione. You. Have. Failed. Me."

If she was weeping before, she was pouring out her soul as tears after he finished his statement. The girl shook and trembled in his grip, all of it involuntary and absolutely not pleasurable in any way. She had never felt true despair before this moment, and it was coupled with self-loathing, gloom, loneliness, guilt, desolation, fear, misery and absolute hopelessness. If a Dementor were nearby, it might very well confuse her with one of its own, minus the hunger for souls that is.

He tossed her away, not as hard as he had earlier, and onto some pillows, but the action may as well have been a thousand times worse from her reaction; curling up into a ball and wailing her eyes out like a baby. Looking down at his two slaves, Harry smiled to himself, feeling a small rush from the power he now wielded.

One slave was an absolute wreck, drenched with melancholy and about to commit suicide over four words he whispered to her in anger. The other, on the brink of going absolutely stark raving mad from the sheer amount of pleasure he enabled her to experience. And with both, he could either stop their torment, or make it a million times worse, all at his discretion! He had absolute and total power over them! What a rush!

"PLEASE! MASTER! PLEASE!" they both screamed, one for mercy, one for forgiveness. He just stood there and watched them writhe around for a bit more. Checking the time, he saw they'd both experienced their punishment for only a couple minutes. Not nearly enough time.

"Hermione," he knelt down next to her, as naked at her, but he may as well have been wearing regal robes on par with the King in her eyes. "I will forgive you. But first you must complete your punishment. Fuck Ginny's mind out. Destroy your friend, your sister in all but blood, the one that you just spent eight hours making love to, the one woman in the world that you could ever actually love. Destroy her mind forever, and I will forgive you."

"Yes Master! I... I will do everything in my power to do so, Master! I swear it!" Hermione swore, her voice filled with conviction and her eyes becoming cold steel. He was right, she still had a soft spot in her heart for the younger redhead, and she had been developing feelings for her, it was why she'd suggested they wake Harry up with a dual blow job in the first place, because she wanted the two of them to be special to their master. But now none of that mattered. Her master wished Ginevra Weasley broken, she would break her.

"N-n-n-n-no-no-no, please, p-puh-please, no, M-M-Master!" Ginny whimpered, still shaking from the sensations assaulting her. She saw Hermione coming, and that look in her eyes scared her more than a hundred Voldemorts and thousands of Death Eaters descending upon her in the same way!

Harry sat back and watched as Hermione began to systematically destroy her friend's mind and the last vestiges of resistance the girl had.

It was, well, fascinating really, to see just how truly sadistic Hermione Granger could be when pushed to the edge. If such people were still alive, or mattered at all, Torquemada and Hitler probably could have learned a thing or two from her. If the purpose was information extraction, Ginny would have confessed within the first minute, but seeing as the purpose was instead her complete and total mental destruction, they only thing she could do was beg for mercy, despite knowing there would be none.

The torture was almost purely psychological, while physically Hermione just took full advantage of the magical chastity belt and Harry's command that she could not achieve orgasm no matter what was done to her. She teased her to the pinnacle and then just kept going, while whispering depraved things in her ear. She whipped her and spanked her and pinched her all over, every feeling of pain being translated right back to her clit and ass, even as the tools already there kept the rest of her hyper-sensitive. What made it truly sadistic was how Hermione 'confessed' feelings of love and respect and admiration even as she caused her sister slave pain unimaginable.

Complimenting her while hurting her, Harry had to admit, she was definitely a genius in everything she did.

He kept watching as Hermione told her the 'truth' about the Slave Bands. Even told her the 'one weakness' they had, right before turning around and lying to her about how that weakness continued on after the first twenty four hours were up. She then made her beg him for permission to cum, and when he finally relented and gave a brief nod, he listened as she whispered to the wailing redhead how she wasn't really his slave, how she was there to help her, help them all, that she was just playing a part until help finally arrived. She kept concocting more and more elaborate stories, separating them only by infrequent orgasms, some caused by simple teasing, some caused by rough fucking, others caused by overwhelming pain (now that was a sight)! In one story, she 'confessed' that none of it was real, that it was all just one big nightmare. Another, she wasn't being held by Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, but Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange, and then Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, and then Draco and Pansy, and even her own mother and father, planning on using her to continue the next generation of Weasleys by giving birth to Arthur Weasley's offspring, and then each of her brothers' children as well.

By the end of the seventh hour, or 23rd hour depending on your point of view, Ginny was either laughing, crying, screaming, or cumming and not even she knew which was which anymore. Finally, he stopped his slave with nothing more than a raised hand. She froze, mid-action, and turned to look at him. Ginny was too out of it to do anything but stare vacantly into space, tears running down her cheeks while her mouth was split into a crazed grin.

"That's enough. I forgive you, Hermione. You are forgiven. Go and prepare Ginny's bed for her, she'll need her rest after this is over. I'll finish up here." Harry ordered.

Smiling brightly at being told she was forgiven, and feeling a terrible weight lift from her and make her feel wonderful again, Hermione nodded, said, "Yes Master," and crawled out of the Play Room up to the Barracks to do as asked.

He approached the broken slave quietly and picked her up. He then carried her back down to the basement, stopping briefly to remove the chastity belt and the tools that were still abusing her twat and arse, and then lay her down on the now dried mattress where she'd lost her virginity. He gently fed her a cup of water and began applying the same lotion potion that had initially transformed her body. Before his very eyes, as he was still applying it even, her body was healed.

"Why?" she croaked after the damage had largely been repaired.

"I told you the truth before," he whispered, holding her in his arms, both of them naked, but neither felt like taking advantage. "I'm already a Lord. Supposedly a Duke of some kind, but I haven't found that out for sure. My options are to either become part of the corrupt system that is tearing the Wizarding World apart, or to become the next Dark Lord, and tear it all down. I promise you, Ginny, I'm not out to destroy the world or hurt anybody. Not like Voldemort is."

She was silent for a time, just staying there in his arms, feeling the comfort and joy and fear and sadness and terror and awe all at once from being in his mere presence. He was already her lord and master, they both knew it, now they were just passing time until it became official, so to speak.

"Explain it to me," she begged. "While I still have a tiny scrap of free will left. Explain... why? So I can understand. So I can... choose."

And so he did. He used her last remaining half hour to explain his plans to her, in full. No dishonesty, no misdirection, no half-truths. He even told her the parts that he had yet to include Hermione on. And in the end, at the very end, mere moments before she could have just stood up above him and been free, broken but free, she crawled out of his arms, made him stand up, above her, and then knelt and bowed before him and swore an Unbreakable Oath to always be loyal to him and his cause and to make her will his instrument and nothing more.

Seconds after the Unbreakable Oath took full effect, her Slave Collar stopped glowing and Ginny was his, mind, body, magic and soul.

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