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I'm A Slave for You	By : BlackGargie Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 26597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: What trials and tribulations lies ahead for Harry? Oh me, oh my�Well, you�ll just have to read on then.

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I�M A SLAVE FOR YOU

�� Now who could that be at this
hour?�

�� Harry perked his ears a little to
hear. He was in his room as usual being tended to by Wormtail
and the ratty man decided to have fun with Harry�s
re-elongated hair by trying to braid it when they heard that mysterious whoosh
from the living room fireplace.

�� Wormtail! Get over here to serve our guest, and
bring Liat with you!�

�� Well, you heard the Master,� Wormtail said as he finished doing Harry�s
hair. �Let�s get a move on.�

�� Like it or not, Harry had to comply,
lest he get another severe punishment as he did the last time. Quietly, he
followed behind Wormtail to the kitchen to prepare
the tea and crumpets before carrying the tray to the guests who were waiting in
the living room. Once he got there with Wormtail, he
saw that Voldemort was in the company of 4 people
including Lucius. There were 2 men�one with a long,
twisted, pale face and one who looked like a shaggier, bushier version of
Sirius Black�and a woman, who looked like a dark-haired, crazed-looking hollow
woman dressed in a lot of mesh along with her gothic-like clothing and looked
more like someone who should be kept in a mental institution. They were all
looking at him with leering eyes when he came in and placed the tray of tea and
crumpets on the coffee table.

�� Ah, this is the young boy you speak
of, Riddle?� the man with the shaggy look asked, speaking in a very thick
German or Russian accent.

�� Yes, Karkaroff. I even have the honour
to be given a grand name by him,� Voldemort replied
with a smug look on his face, �which will strike fear in the hearts of many.�

�� I see he wears the gift I made for
you,� the man with the twisted pale face said as he reached over to touch the
tag around Harry�s neck, in which the boy reflexively
backed away.

�� Go away,� Harry hissed quietly. He
couldn�t believe he had stooped so low back to his old life, being watched and
leered at while dressed in such atrocities. He had
never fell so naked, so embarrassed in his life. He felt worse than a goldfish.

�� Oh dear. It appears that he doesn�t want to be touched,�
the twisted pale-faced man grinned, putting up a mock offended face at Harry�s defiance.

�� That, Dolohov, is because he cannot be touched by anyone but me,�
Voldemort chuckled darkly as he pulled Harry to his
side and sat him on the floor beside his chair. �I am his current Master now, after all.�

�� He does
look rather pretty for a boy,� the woman said as she scrutinized Harry from
head to toe. �I guess it is right that you have given him this look instead. So
is it true that you practice capital punishment on him?�

�� Guilty as
charged.�

�� Really? Then let�s see his backside,� the guy called Karkaroff lit up with interest.

�� I�d love
to see it as well, Master,� Lucius chuckled. �Judging
by the way he sits down, you really let him have it. Wouldn�t you say so, Bellatrix?�

�� Most certainly, my dear
brother-in-law,� the woman called Bellatrix replied.
�Come, come now, you don�t have to hide from us, Master Riddle. Since you
allowed us to know very well what goes beyond closed doors between you two, you
might as well show us while you�re at it.�

�� Very well, but it�s not a pretty
sight,� Voldermort smirked before forcing the boy to
stand up and turned around before he lifted the nightie
to show them. The bandages were in the way, but those present could tell from
that look that it sure had a lot of damage done to it.

�� My, my, would you look at that!� Bellatrix exclaimed, faking a surprise tone before giggling
deviously. �Is it really that bad that you have to bandage it like a wounded
puppy, Master Riddle?�

�� See, what did I tell you, Bella?� Lucius said.

�� Now you�re just teasing me,� Voldemort laughed cruelly as he dropped the nightie back down and made Harry sit down on the floor
again, stroking his hair like someone would to a pet. �So, gentlemen, and lady,
where were we?�

�� For the next few course of hours,
the group continued to discuss their dastardly deeds, planning on their way to
kill off all the remaining Potter bloodlines and start working on the non-pure
wizards and witches of the world, with Harry sitting there, playing the �seen
but not heard� slave he used to be. From what Harry understood from their
conversation, it turned out that Antonin Dolohov, the twisted pale-faced man and the one who made
the dog tag for him, had always been a devout friend and follower to Voldemort�s cause ever since they were first friends when
the travelling warlock adopted Voldemort as his own.
He was the one who conspired together with Voldemort
to kill the warlock, who raised Voldemort like his
son, and had been alongside with him and Wormtail to
do his bidding until he had to go in hiding for a while together with the ratty
man when Voldemort was arrested. Apparently during Voldemort�s imprisonment, Igor Karkaroff,
who was the Headmaster of Durmstrang and had been
following up with his cases via the media, became a fanatic follower of Voldemort�s ideology and managed to meet up with Wormtail and was the one who suggested the plan to spring Voldemort out of Azkaban. Bellatrix
Lestrange, on the other hand, came forth to Lucius, demanding a real reason behind this after hearing
of her sister�s arrest and indictment, and Lucius was
about to make something up when Voldemort decided to
show up and use his charms and told her everything, tweaking the truth on Narcissa�s part a little bit. She, smitten by his charms
and fallen for his story, had became a devotee ever since.

�� That�ll be all, my loyal subjects,�
Voldemort said, concluding the meeting. �I shall
contact you all when the time is right.�

�� How will you do that?� Karkaroff asked worriedly. �The owlery
these days have been tightly monitored and you can barely even exchange letters
even among friends without having to be thoroughly checked by the Ministry.�

�� Do you think so lightly of me?� Voldemort raised a brow as he took Karkaroff�s
left hand and pushed up his sleeve, revealing the latter�s wrist. He pressed
the tip of his wand onto the wrist and all of a sudden, Karkaroff
let out a groan and was on his knees. Everyone, including Harry, watched with
morbid fascination as a sort of black entity spread through the man�s wrists,
twisting and twirling to form a sort of menacing shape while the man was on his
knees, writhing in pain, begging for mercy, for Voldemort
to stop. Once it was done, they all saw that the black entity had taken the
shape of a skull that had a snake for a tongue, curling menacingly out of its
mouth. Only then, Karkaroff stopped struggling and
was breathing in short gasps, his face looking like he had just been relieved
of the Cruciatus curse.

�� Wh�What
is that�Master Riddle?� Dolohov asked, looking like
he just remembered to breathe.

�� That, my friends,� Voldemort said as he released his hold on Karkaroff�s hand, �is something I came up with recently. It�s
called the Dark Mark. Whenever you feel the burning sensation that is not
normal on your wrists, that is where you will have to come to me. Now who�s
next?�

�� Soon, one by one, the rest of the
people present were experiencing what Karkaroff had
experienced, and Harry watched in trepidation as all of them sported the Dark
Mark on their left wrists, looking like the blood was drained from them. After regaining
composure, the guests left the manor after making sure the coast was clear and Voldemort soon shifted his attention to Harry.

�� Well, today was rather eventful,
wasn�t it, Liat?�

�� Yes, milord,� Harry replied quietly
as he cleaned up the coffee table, in which the older man took his wrists with
his cold hands and forced him to let go of the teapot and cups.

�� Let Wormtail
handle the cleaning, Liat. You have a job to do.�

�� If it�s another killing, you don�t
have to ask. Just do it. Not that I have a choice in that matter.�

�� As tempting as it sounds, that is
not what I have in mind. It�s something you and I know that you are very
efficient of,� Voldemort put his hands on either side
of the boy�s shoulders from behind, having his lips close to the boy�s ear as
he whispered, �and you know what I�m talking about, Liat.�

�� No,� Harry said flatly, flinching his shoulders as he tried to make the older man
let his hold go off him. �I�m not doing it.�

�� Oh, don�t be too quick to deny me, Liat,� Voldemort chuckled
deviously as he dangerously ran his fingers along Harry�s
baby bump. �If you know what�s good for you.�

�� Harry cursed under his breath. He knew
he was going to use his child as leverage to get what he wants, and there was
nothing he could do about it. He relaxed his shoulders and hung his head in
defeat, giving his reluctant consent. Voldemort smirked
and led the boy to his bedroom. Once in the bedroom and the door closed, Voldemort made Harry go down on his knees and opened his
robe to reveal the tent on his crotch.

�� You know what to do, Liat.�

�� Harry nodded sadly and undid his
pants, pulling him out and started to stroke him. As he heard the older man
hissed at the contact, he leaned in, licking the top then took it in his mouth,
and moaned around him like he was trained to do. He knew it was no different
than what he used to do when he was still a slave back then, but somehow, it
still disgusted him, knowing that he was sucking someone else�s cock other than
Severus�, but he had no choice. His baby�s life was at stake.

�� Ooh, yes�Feels so good, Liat�You�ve got a great mouth there�� Voldemort
moaned as he laced his fingers around Harry�s ebony
locks. Harry responded by taking him whole to the root then pulled off.

�� P�Please�milord�d�don�t
come in my mouth��

�� Why not?�

�� I�It�s not�good for the baby,�
Harry looked up with pleading eyes. �Please, you�you can do anything but�but don�t
make me��

�� Voldemort
stared long and hard at him before rolling his eyes and replied, �Very well, Liat. You drive a hard bargain. But I�m not going to let
you off so lightly.�

�� So saying, Voldemort
magicked Harry�s nightie away and shoved him onto the bed. He pulled the boy�s
butt onto his lap, holding his legs close in a death grip, then
used a lube spell to coat his fingers, entering one deliberately slow into him,
making the boy moan and grab his shoulders.

�� What�s wrong, Liat?
Starting to enjoy it, like the whore you are?� Voldemort
grinned as he entered another one infuriating slow, brushing very lightly at the sweet spot to tease
him.

�� N�No�It�s not true�� Harry breathed,
putting his head in Voldemort�s chest, not wanting
him to see his face starting to flush red.

�� I will try your pussy later, but
for now,� Voldemort chuckled and entered a third
finger, again brushing against the sweet spot but not really getting there, �let�s
see how tight your ass really is. I�ve heard stories from dear Malfoy, and I�m very eager to try it.�

�� The older man brushed the sweet spot
again, laughing as he watched Harry�s breathing
getting more and more erratic against his will, his little hands gripping at
his shoulders tighter as he tried to hold back something that was starting to
build up at the pit of his stomach.

�� Feel like you�re gonna come, Liat? Well, you�re gonna have to wait for me.�

�� Without warning, Voldemort
whispered a heavy amount of lube spell on his rod before entering him fully,
making the boy shake and his nails biting into the man�s back.

�� I�It hurts��

�� Oh, yes, Liat,�
Voldemort groaned as he started a steady rhythm,
pinning the boy�s wrists down. �It hurts real good,
doesn�t it? Mmh�Hard to believe that you can still
stay so tight after being fucked and knocked up by a man who should be holing
in his cave in all his lonesome.�

�� N�No! D�Don�t say th�that!
H�He�s not like that�� Harry whined, arching his back and threw his head to the
side, feeling so bad for letting his body be ravaged by this man.

�� Too bad he couldn�t be here,
though, seeing you like this, all spread out with your ass being penetrated by
the man who will change this world.�

�� Soon the man started increasing his
speed, his cock piston in and out until he found the right angle where he hit
the prostate just right, making the boy arch more as he let out involuntary
moans. He tried to cover his mouth, but Voldemort�s
grip on his wrists was so strong that he couldn�t pull out to do so. He didn�t
know why, but somehow he was feeling extra sensitive and the feeling of his
prostate being assaulted like that was tenfold the usual feeling he had and the
pit of his stomach becoming tighter and tighter at a faster rate than normal. As
the man moved even faster, harder and deeper, attacking the boy�s nipples,
Harry could no longer hold back. He felt the pit of his stomach snap and he
couldn�t stop from coming, but unlike his orgasm as a boy through his cock, he
was coming through his vagina, squirting something warm, musky and wet�almost like
pee, but in reality it wasn�t�all over Voldemort�s
thighs and on the bed, and the feeling was tenfold as his whole body felt like
he was being mildly electrocuted. Voldemort hissed as
the inner muscles of the boy�s ass clamped around his rod. Holding back, he
pulled out and leaned down to attack his nipples with his mouth and fingers,
making the boy squirm.

�� M�Milord�please�stop�No
more�� Harry whimpered, his whole body feeling oversensitive from the orgasm.

�� You came without my permission, and
only from taking it up the ass,� Voldemort smiled
deviously as his hand reaches to touch Harry�s
already swollen clit from the orgasm. �A slut like you should be punished.�

�� No, milord, please�� Harry whined. �I�I
don�t�want this��

�� Liar. Look
at you,� Voldemort said as he fondled the pussy and started
rubbing his clit. �You�re so wet and you just had the biggest orgasm of your
life, apparently. I guess it�s true that sex feels much better when you are
pregnant.�

�� N�No! No, that�s not true�!� Harry
cried as he covered his eyes with his free arm.

�� You want it so badly, don�t you?
Admit it.�

�� Harry shook his head, tears
streaming down his face. His mind was telling him that this was wrong, that he just
had an orgasm from another man�s cock, that he was, in
a way, cheating on Severus, but his body was shaking, trembling and wanting
more. How could his entire persona be so conflicting? This was not making any
sense, but it was happening right here, right now, and not with the man he
loved. All he could do was beg.

�� P�Please�milord�no��

�� I�ll make you feel good, Liat.�

�� Without warning, Voldemort
leaned down and continued to massage and rub the clit, but at a harder and
faster pace this time. Harry threw his head back, screaming. It was so wrong in
so many ways, but at the same time it felt so good that he couldn�t stand it. He
was coming all over Voldemort�s fingers, but he was
still hard and swollen, and the dull ache on his pussy was not exactly helping
as it exploded again and again, squirting out his juice.

�� Mmh,
feels good, doesn�t it, Liat?� Voldemort
hummed as he massaged it some more to maximize his orgasm.

�� Stop, stop�!� Harry tried to push Voldemort�s hand away, feeling like he was on overload. �Please�I�I don�t want this�!�

�� You will soon. You�ll want it so
bad you don�t want it to stop,� the older man chuckled as he lubricated his own
cock with the juices from Harry�s pussy before slowly
entering him in one single thrust, making the boy gasp and arch his back.

�� T�Take it out�! Please�milord�!!�

�� Oh, you don�t mean that now, do
you? See how much your body is enjoying this?� Voldemort
grinned as he teased Harry�s clit. �Your body is so
much honest than you are.�

�� Harry couldn�t hold back the moan
that escaped his lips. His body felt like molten lava, but at the same time it
feel somewhat painful for the man�s cock to be up there where there never
should have been, being that technically it was more or less a virgin vagina.
But the pleasure was too great for him to deny that he did not enjoy it even a
little, and he hated himself for it.

�� See? You are enjoying it. Your body doesn't lie.�

�� So saying, Voldemort
started thrusting in a steady rhythm. Harry put his hand over his eyes as they
started to leak again, fresh tears pouring down his cheeks as the older man starts
to pick up his speed, licking the tears off the boy�s eyes while his hands
massaged Harry�s ass, bringing himself deeper and
deeper into him. Harry continued to sob, his body going against his mind as it
bucked and arched at every thrust the man made. His heart was not into this but
his body was definitely defying his heart as he felt himself close to another
orgasm.

�� I�I�m close�milord�� Harry whined,
his hands gripping tightly at the bed sheets, allowing his body to do all the
talking.

�� Mmh,
yeah,� Voldemort growled as he finally aimed for the
G-spot. �Come for me, Liat. Scream my name.�

�� Harry, of course, didn�t do it. The only
name he would scream was for Severus. He bit his lip until it bled as his
vagina muscles clamped down on him when his orgasm hit, feeling like a wrung
out dish towel. The tight muscles from his orgasm finally made Voldemort snap as he pulled out and let loose his load all
over the boy�s body, covering him with his warm seed before lying down on him,
panting like he had run a 10-mile long marathon while Harry�s
head lulled to the side, not wanting to look at him. Voldemort
chuckled darkly as he ran his tongue along the trail of tears on Harry�s cheek.

�� Malfoy
was right; you are as amazing as he
claimed to be. As much as I want to come inside you, I know it is not wise in
your condition, but don�t say I didn�t do you any favours.�

�� Harry, after Voldemort
got off him, cleaned up, got dressed and left the room to do goodness knows
what, curled up in a fetal position and cried Severus� name again and again,
feeling so dirty and so guilty over what he had allowed himself to do.

�� He feared for the life ahead of him,
and feared it greatly.

A/N: Poor Harry~! I wish I was there to comfort him, but all
I can do with my hands is inflict pain and pleasure on the characters~! T_T
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