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Only a Slave	By : scaramouche36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 55711 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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This is essentially a republish of a story I wrote a while ago. I ended up deleting it because I didn't like how I ended it. This story is going to be a lot of the same thing, but with more sex and (hopefully) a better plot.

Enjoy.

Chapter One: Captured

Voldermort stroked Nagini’s head idly as he thought. Bella had just made a rather intriguing proposal, one uniquely suited to her talents. He decided that it was worth the risk.

“Do not fail me, Bellatrix.” He left the room and Bellatrix stood up. It was her chance to regain her Lord’s confidence and failure was not an option. She apparated to her safe-house to prepare.

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It was a beautiful Saturday morning in October. The crisp air was invigorating and Harry found it hard to sleep in. Even Ron was out of bed before nine. They waited in the common room for a while, playing chess and complaining about classes. Hermione came down from the girl’s dormitories about half an hour later with Parvati. Parvati and her twin, Padma, had been spending a great deal of time with the trio recently because Parvati had gotten in a huge fight with Lavender that had forever ended their friendship. The four of them headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast, stopping briefly to wait for Padma outside the Ravenclaw common room.

“Morning, Ron,” she said when she emerged. Despite having been ignored by him at the Yule Ball during fourth year, Padma had developed a crush on Ron that he gladly reciprocated. She grabbed Ron’s hand and they set off towards the Great Hall again.

As they reached the second floor they heard a blood-curdling scream from an empty classroom. They all broke into a run, barging through the open door at full speed. In the center of the room, lying in a pool of blood was Dennis Creavey. Standing over him was Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry plunged his hand into his robe for his wand and Parvati tried to yell for help but Bellatrix was too fast, stunning all of them before any of them could act.

When Harry awoke he did his best to convince himself that it was all a bad dream, but the shackles that he could feel on his writs and ankles negated that fantasy fairly quickly. He was bound spread eagle to a large wooden frame. He struggled against his chains and tried to piece together how he had gotten where he was. Everything was blurry. He had been heading to breakfast with Ron, Hermione and the Patil twins…

“Ron? Hermione?” he tried calling out, “Parvati? Padma?” His voice echoed hopelessly in the empty room. “Is anyone there?” His only response was silence. For nearly an hour he waited for something to happen. For anything to happen.

“Is anyone listening?” he shouted to the blackness.

“No one listens to you anymore, Harry Potter,” said a cold voice. Harry tensed. It was a voice that had lived in his nightmares since he had been a child. It was the voice of Lord Voldermort. A torch flickered into life and Harry could see him, tall and menacing, lounging against the wall.

“Where am I?” Harry demanded.

“You are beyond the reach of anyone who might ever miss you,” replied Voldermort, straightening up and walking towards Harry. “You are in the heart of my power. You belong to me now. Your soul belongs to me and you will do anything that I tell you to…and do you know why?”

“I would never listen to you,” Harry spat. Voldermort smiled.

“I think you will, Harry. I think you will.” He snapped his fingers and the room filled with torchlight. On the opposite wall, bound to similar frames, but still unconscious were Ron, Hermione and the Patils.

“You see, Mr. Potter,” said Voldermort, in the manner of a professor delivering a lecture, “I know your weakness. You are too unwilling to let your friends suffer for you, and that means that I can control you. You will obey orders from my Death Eaters and me, or your friends will be severely punished. Do you understand?” Harry’s mind was spinning. He couldn’t let any of his friends suffer because of his pride. He had no choice. He nodded.

“Good. My first order is that you are never to speak unless spoken to. You are never to do magic. You are never to question an order and you must refer to me as ‘my Lord’ at all times. My Death Eaters are to be called ‘sir,’ ‘ma’am’, ‘master,’ or ‘mistress’ unless they command you to do otherwise. Do you still understand?”

“Yes,” said Harry. Voldermort frowned and flicked his wand, sending the cruciatus curse through the boy.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

“That’s much better. Now, as to what you will be doing…my Death Eaters have certain needs. You will be satisfying those needs.” He turned to leave the room. As he exited, another figure appeared out of the darkness. “I think you are familiar with your mistress?” Voldermort exited and Bellatrix Lestrange entered the room.

“You!” snarled Harry. She ignored him, walking to a cabinet and opening it. She selected a whip and walked around Harry, the click of her heels echoing in the stone room. She gave the whip a spin and then cracked it through the air. Harry shouted as it lanced across his back, tearing through his robes. Again and again she brought the whip down on his back, until he finally passed out. She brought him back with a shock from her wand.

“I didn’t tell you that you could pass out, you stupid whore.” She slapped him across the face. “Are you ready to begin your training, bitch?” Harry mumbled incoherently. “That didn’t sound like an answer, and I didn’t hear a ‘Mistress’ in there either.”

“Yes, Mistress,” gasped Harry. Bellatrix smiled evilly and slipped out of her robe. Beneath his continuing horror and pain, Harry was pleasantly surprised by Bellatrix’s body. She had a lovely hourglass figure and large, firm breasts, both enhanced by the leather corset she was wearing. Her legs were long and shapely, covered by very sexy fishnet stockings. She was also wearing a black lace thong and high-heeled leather boots. Harry, despite his best efforts, was becoming aroused, and it didn’t escape Ballatrix’s attention. She grabbed the bulge in his pants roughly and squeezed, causing him to moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“You like that, little whore?” Harry groaned again and she slapped him. “Answer! Whore!”

“Yes, Mistress!” gasped Harry. She smiled and waved her wand, vanishing his shackles. He fell to the floor.

“Stand up, slut. And strip,” ordered Bellatrix. Harry reluctantly unbuttoned what was left of his shirt and threw it aside. Next he removed his shoes, socks and belt, hesitant to move on. Bellatrix’s expression was enough to tell him to continue and he slipped out of his pants and his boxers. Bellatrix grinned again, incinerating his clothes as she walked around him, examining him. She grabbed one of his ass-cheeks and fondled his balls a bit.

“Not a bad dick, Potter,” she said, “but I prefer bigger. I’ll just have to find other ways for you to pleasure me.” She shoved him down onto his knees and pulled off her panties. “Ever licked pussy before, slave?” she asked.

“No, Mistress,” replied Harry.

“Well, you better start learning.” She grabbed his head and forced his face into her cunt. “Lick!” Harry tentatively extended his tongue and licked her pussy. It didn’t taste bad (he had expected it to), but it was not pleasant. She forced him to the ground, never letting his mouth leave her pussy. She began to grind on his face while slowly teasing his cock. “Horrible, whore,” she admonished and then proceeded to give him orders. After what seemed like an eternity, she came, squirting her juices onto his face. His dick was starting to get painful, she had repeatedly massaged him to the brink of release, only to stop. As Bellatrix stood up she saw Harry’s hand reach towards his cock and she waved her wand, tying his hands behind his back.

“You may only cum when I order you to, bitch,” she said. She conjured an odd plastic device out of thin air and clamped it onto Harry’s penis, preventing him from cumming. “I have some other modifications that I need to make…let’s see…” she conjured a ball and forced it into his mouth. She raised her wand again and directed it at Harry’s crotch, removing all of his hair. She flicked her wand again and Harry screamed into his gag as the word “slave” was tattooed into the flesh just above his cock and the words “Property of Bellatrix Lestrange” were tattooed below that. Next she pointed her wand at his nipples and he screamed again as they were pierced with small golden rings. She smiled, admiring her handiwork. She finished by putting a collar around his neck. She forced him to crawl on his knees behind her to her bedroom, where she tied him to a bedpost before climbing into her bed.

“Training starts for real tomorrow, slut. You’ll need your rest.” She laughed to herself and drifted off to sleep, leaving Harry shivering on the floor. He had woken up that morning with the hopes of the entire wizarding community riding on him and was going to sleep in pain and covered in Bellatrix Lestrange’s cum. He had no possibility of escape that he could see. He had lost. He was no longer the Chosen One…he was only a slave.

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