Title: Dominated
Author: shayniie
Genre: Angst/Romance
Summary: The war is over and the 'good side' has lost. Voldemort reigns supreme over the world and can do whatever he wants with those who are left.
Rating: R (rather high in the first chapter, though it's not smut)
Author's Note: I've taken a liking to fics depicting a post-war scene where Voldemort won... Not to mention I'm feeling rather sadistic.
Dominated -- Part 1 - I Hate You
Voldemort smirked down at the young woman who tried to escape him. He placed a pale arm in her way, trapping her between the wall and his tall frame and fully at his mercy. He cupped her chin in his hand, running his thumb down her cheek and leaving a scratched line where his nail had gone. He enjoyed her flinch, how she was so utterly repulsed by him yet could do nothing to get away.
Ever since his army had completely annihilated that of Dumbledore and Harry Potter, he and his Death Eaters had been having their way with those left. Those who were lucky were simply kitchen slaves or cleaning slaves. Others, however, became toys for the higher-ranking officials. All of them, however, had to obey Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort himself without question. This made it quite easy to control them, and quite pleasurable for him to have fun.
His Death Eaters knew the rules, though. He had a special set of favourite slaves, which they were not allowed to touch. If they did, the punishment would be severe for the responsible party... and the slave, of course. Voldemort had quite a collection of women to attend his every whim, ranging from brunettes to blonds to red-heads; from the prettiest to the less pretty... the most docile to the feistiest.
Currently, he was amusing himself with one of the less attractive of his collection. She was far from as pretty as Angelina Johnson or Katie Bell or Alicia Spinnet, who were his prettiest slaves and also rather rebellious. No, he was having his way with Ginny Weasley, the feistiest.
He slid his hands down to her waist, hearing her whimper as his unnaturally long fingers trapped her hips and any further attempts to avoid him. She tried to kick him, yet with her bare feet only managed to stub her toe on his shin. Voldemort looked down in her eyes, saw the panic in them and smiled cruelly at her. She turned her head, trying to hide behind her long red hair. He reached up and tucked her locks behind her ears.
"Kiss me." He ordered, swooping down to capture her lips in his.
She whimpered and tried to resist the spell that was on her, forcing her to obey. He knew she would not last long and her mental struggle was most pleasurable to watch. It took no more than thirteen seconds for her to lose her inner struggle. Then her lips parted and they tangled tongues, her lust matching his despite her obvious horror at what she was doing.
Voldemort chuckled and drew back, smirking at her horror-filled eyes. One would think that after five years of such events, she would be used to it. His triumph had happened in the Boy-Who-Ended-Up-Dying-Anyway's seventh year at Hogwarts, which meant that the girl had only been sixteen at the time. Now she was twenty-one.
"I hate you." She whispered, tears shining in her eyes as she thought of that day as well.
He knew exactly what she was remembering. She was remembering how he had killed her precious boyfriend Harry Potter with a single spell while he was distracted by her screams as Draco Malfoy had used the Cruciatus Curse on her. She remembered how Draco Malfoy had murdered her brother's girlfriend Hermione Granger, the filthy mudblood, after the battle while the survivors were captive in the dungeons of Hogwarts. She also remembered how he had forced Neville Longbottom, under the Imperius Curse, to kill her brother. The boy had then been submitted to the Cruciatus Curse until he was as mad as his parents.
"You know how much I like it when you say that." He responded, kissing her neck.
She cringed, though she could not move. He kissed in all the right spots, knowing her body was responding despite her best efforts to ignore it. She was covered in a gauzy, thin over-robe in black and a thicker, opaque under-robe, though both showed ample amounts of cleavage and ended just above the knee. It was just enough fabric to cover her bruises and scratches, as Voldemort was far from gentle with his slaves.
"Respond." He ordered as he kissed the exposed the cleavage.
She moaned low in her throat before the spell took over. As he slid the robes off her, her breath caught and he smirked. He picked her up roughly and tossed her onto his silk-covered bed. He then straddled her before she could move and removed his shirt. She took care of his trousers, as she always did when he ordered her to respond. Then he was free and the real fun began.
She liked it. He knew she did. How could she not? He was experienced in such measures and knew exactly where to touch her to get the desired reaction. When he finally reached his peak, he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back beside her.
She obviously thought he was done with her and tried to slide off the bed. However, he was not. He grabbed her roughly around the hip; his nails biting into her skin and making her bite her lip against the pain. He pulled her to his side and she turned her back on him. He rolled onto his side, rendering her quite uncomfortable with the positioning of certain of his parts in relation to hers. She squirmed and he ran his nails up and down her side, breaking the skin occasionally until she stayed still.
Now Voldemort was bored with her.
"Go." He ordered.
A/N: A short first part, true, but I want to keep myself from doing my strange character/time changing thing like I did for Ripples of Magic.
Expect another part soon; reviews may convince me to write faster. (hint hint) However, there are no promises.