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The Boy Who Ate Shit And...	By : JayDee Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Bellatrix Views: 45580 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. So is Necrophilia. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. If you feel rape in the real world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. While I'm disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really fucking stupid. I don’t own Harry Potter series, or any of the characters and make no profit from this story. Please read the story codes to ensure that you are not going to be offended by, or otherwise dislike, the content.
Part 1

The pain in Harry’s face finally awoke him. He reached instinctively for his eyes, but the heavy clink of chains stopped his hands short. The metal edge of the manacles bit into his bare forearms. He could feel the movement of his eyes in their sockets, but they wouldn’t open. Stitched shut. He shivered, aware of his nakedness, and pictured himself kneeling, chained, on what felt like cold stone. He listened carefully; there didn’t seem to be any noise at all, except... breathing?
“Another prisoner?” he asked, quietly.
“No! It’s me, Potter!”
He winced, and instantly regretted it as the pain increased. Only Voldemort’s voice would have been less welcome. There were few, wizard or muggle, more dangerously insane than Bellatrix Lestrange. He fought the urge to threaten, to act tough. He would have to survive until his friends could find him. Save him. So, the cliché,
“What do you want?”
“I want an en suite! The size of this manor and I have to share a bathroom. Can you believe it? So I’ve made my own little lavatory in the closet. I can get into that school any time I want”
If Harry’s eyelids were capable, he would have blinked.
“I don’t understa-“
His words were choked off by the feeling of a bare foot against his testicles. In his 17th year, he had a decent bush around his sack, but it might as well have been shaved smooth for all the cushioning it would provide if Bellatrix stamped. He held very still, not daring to breathe, as the evil witch applied just a little pressure.
“You’re an en suite, Harry!”* she mocked, “The newest, most elegant, addition to my temporary bed chamber. You will behave yourself or...”
Though it only lasted for a second, the pressure on his balls brought a strangled cry from Harry. He saw stars in the darkness.
“...and that’s without a dash of Cruciatus!” she finished, with a cruel laugh.
He felt the toes removed from his scrotum, and then rough fingers on his jaw. He didn’t process her intent until the soft skin of her buttocks pressed around his face. An unmistakable rasping hiss brought a foul stench to his nose. Harry gagged, but Bellatrix had surprising strength in her bony fingers and held him in place. The first stool emerged thick and heavy; it slid between his lips while Bellatrix moaned sensuously.
“If you don’t swallow, it’ll be the bloody remains of your manhood for dessert!”
It took everything he had not to vomit as the stinking fecal matter dropped fully into his mouth. The taste was as vile as the smell, and Harry swallowed only with great reluctance. He had to chew a little, and thought he would never get the taste of Bellatrix’ shit from his teeth. Over the sound of his gagging swallows and Bellatrix’ gassy farting, there were more noises. The unmistakable schlick of a woman rubbing her pussy. Bellatrix was obviously fingering herself as she forced the ultimate debasement upon Harry Potter.
“That’s a good toilet,” she murmured, lust softening the insane edge that normally made a screech of her voice.
“Please,” Harry managed his mouth full, “not this. Torture me, beat me, not-“
Bellatrix squeezed another firm turd out into Harry’s filth lined mouth. She was moaning wantonly, and he could feel her body shaking through her buttocks and the hand gripping his head. Though his stomach rebelled as it hadn’t done since the days of his Aunt Petunia’s leftovers, Harry chewed and swallowed to try and get the filth from his mouth as quickly as possible. The smell was the worst part; the flavour was bitter, and the texture mostly firm, though the final stool appeared stickier.
“Flush it all down, now... lick me clean!”
He voice was heavy, broken by panting. Harry had never been with a woman at the point of orgasm, but he guessed she was close. Bellatrix was known to take pleasure in cruelty but never had he thought she could sink so low. He swallowed the last solid lump of shit, and pushed out his tongue. Guided by feel and smell alone, he did as commanded. The bitterness seemed to increase as he licked her dirty asshole, felt the tiny rosebud contracting against his tongue as his tormentor climaxed, grunting and groaning like an excited animal.
When she released the hand from his jaw, and his face from her ass crack, Harry collapsed forward as far as his shackles would let him. He worked with his tongue, trying to erase the taste. He stopped instantly mid-spit as Bellatrix toes found his crotch again. He expected pain, but she was shockingly gentle. He felt her toes moving against the soft shaft of his cock, tugging gently. She was close enough that the smell of her wet pussy overwhelmed the lingering odour of crap.
He was completely speechless, and felt his face flush as his cock grew hard against her skilled toes. He felt her press his length against his lightly haired stomach, and rub her sole over his crown. As shameful as it had been to swallow her shit, Harry felt worse that his body responded to her erotic touch. He had thought her an animal, but his rapidly growing arousal was even more bestial. He groaned, his pain forgotten. Bellatrix’s sole moved against his shaft, and then he felt her big toe working against his cockhead.
Shamed beyond reason, Harry sprayed with teenage power over his evil captor’s foot; two or three spurts, and then a dribble of milky fluid. His spending left him panting and limp. She left her toes there for a sensual moment, and then he felt it lifted to his mouth.
“Clean up your mess.”
He tasted his own sperm on the foot of his enemy, but licked almost eagerly. He didn’t know she was satisfied until she pulled her toes away, and departed without a further word.
Alone and blinded, Harry Potter wept.

To Be Continued
A/N: This chapter written for AFF forum weekly prompt 216 - Edge, Evil, Elegant.
Citation: Title is reference to the chapter title "The Boy Who Lived," and other usages originally from "Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's/Philosopher's Stone"
Line "“You’re an en suite, Harry!” is a reference to Hagrid's delivery of a line in the film, "Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone"
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