I'm A Slave For You-Chp64

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

Harry looked over at the door as he heard a spell whispered and the door unlocked. He cowered away near the head of the bed as he saw Voldemort coming in, smiling wickedly at his response to his presence. After almost 2 weeks of being held in captivity in this room with only Wormtail bringing him his meals everyday without a word from Voldemort, the man finally decided to show up. Although Harry felt more or less lucky that his room had an adjoining toilet and bathroom beside him, or he wondered how he was ever gonna relieve himself or how he was going to cope with his morning sickness without a lavatory to go to.

"Good morning, Liat. Had a good sleep last night?" Voldemort said as he regarded him from his distance.

"As can be expected," Harry replied, keeping a wary eye at him.

"Is that all you can say?" Voldemort raised a brow. "I was expecting a 'Good morning' as well."

"No, but I don't want another punishment any time soon."

"Well, if you be a good boy," Voldemort said as he came up to him and took his chin, "I won't lay a hard hand on you. In fact, you might get a reward."

"Re…Reward?" Harry gulped, trying not to flinch at the touch. What was he, a dog?

"You'll see soon enough," Voldemort smirked as he let go of his chin. "Now get yourself off those ugly school clothes and come to my room. You are no longer a free person you think you are and you are not walking around the house in that outfit, so I've got something that'll fit.

Right, like that is why he wants me out of them, Harry thought sarcastically, but to avoid another punishment he did as he told. He followed behind Voldemort to his quarters fully nude, earning a perverted giggle by Wormtail and a light spank from Lucius (making him whimper in shock) as he passed them by. As soon as he was in Voldemort's room, which was one of the guestrooms of the Malfoy mansion, but refurnished to look almost like a master bedroom, Voldemort turned and marveled at Harry's naked form for a while.

"Very, very nice. You've got the body any man would kill to possess and ravish, especially here," Voldemort grinned and traced his finger along Harry's cock.

"I don't think so," Harry flinched and pushed him away. His body belonged to Severus and he was not about to let someone other than him touch it.

"First rule in my household," Voldemort said in a warning tone, taking Harry's hand that pushed him, "No resisting," he kissed the back of the hand before sucking one of his fingers, "When I touch you, you accept it as it is. Understand?"

"And if I don't?" Harry stood his ground, only earn a good hard slap on his butt, making him jump.

"Good enough a reminder for you?"

"Yes," Harry looked down. "I understand."

"Good," Voldemort gave a lick on Harry's nose before going to the wardrobe, in which Harry rubbed it as soon as his back was turned. "I've got something you'd probably look very nice in it. I got this from a Muggle store when I went out to search for one of your Muggle relatives…Aha! Here we go! Here. This is just right for you."

Harry looked in horror at the outfit he was given. It was a woman's nightie that had the colour of sunset pink, with black laces for the shoulder straps and frills for the hem. It came together with a choker that had a chain on the center and ankle bands that were also connected to each other with a chain, like those convicts wore on their ankles, minus the heavy feeling of metal and a chain ball.

"No fucking way," Harry threw the nightie on the floor and backed away. "I'm not a girl. I'm not wearing that."

"I beg to differ, Liat. You are now sporting a vagina instead of a penis, and you are with child. What else are you but a girl? Besides, this is not a request, Liat."

"My name is Harry, not Liat, and I am not wearing this, period!"

"Well, someone is being naughty again, aren't we?"

So saying, Voldemort flicked his wand and whispered a spell, pinning Harry onto the bed face down on his stomach. Harry tried to fight, but he was not succeeding because of the spell. He felt Voldemort quietly tracing his fingers along his ass and flinched, desperately trying to struggle. He hated feeling vulnerable, especially in front of the murderer of his parents. No one was to see his vulnerable side except those close to him, and this man was the last person on earth he'd want him see him grovel.

"JUST DO IT! Just get it over with!"

"Oh, I will, but I am not about to be told what to do. Remember who is the slave here, Liat."

Grabbing a fistful of Harry's hair, he turned the boy's head until it was sideways so he could hear him talk better.

"Now, I'll ask you again. You will wear that outfit, won't you?"

"No!"

"You promised to do whatever I say and you've broken your promise. For this, you will be punished."

"I hate you!" Harry screamed. "You're all the same! You only care about your own pleasure!"

"I wouldn't say that to the person who is going to punish you. Besides," Voldemort smirked as he caressed Harry's ass, "I'm doing this for your own good."

"For your own perverted pleasure, you mean…"

Harry's remark was cut short when Voldemort let one fly right on the flesh. Harry bit his lip. He was not going to give him the satisfaction of hearing him beg for mercy, even though tears were starting to come out of his eyes. While Voldemort carried on spanking hard, he lectured him, timing his spanks right.

"It's exactly because you let your mouth run after you that you are in this predicament right now. Look at what your defiance have caused you. Are you a sucker for punishment? Or do you actually enjoy being punished like this, like the slave you are?"

"Shut up, you sick, sadistic bastard!!"

"You will soon learn that silence is golden, Liat."

Voldemort increased his speed, spanking him this time, not giving the pain any chance to heal. Harry returned to biting his lip, but once he reached the 20th spank, the biting on his lip only got worse. He could taste blood from biting his lip too hard, and only with that did he start begging for it to be stopped.

"Please…Stop…No…My baby…"

"Will you do as I say now?" Voldemort asked as he stopped spanking for a moment.

Harry thought about it. He would be in the same position if he said yes, but then if he said no it would start again.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" Voldemort asked, slapping him hard once, reminding him of what he was ordered to call him.

"M…Milord," Harry mumbled out.

"That's right, and just so you remember…"

Voldemort slapped a few more times before letting him go, spell and all. Harry quickly crawled away from him. His ass was red and sore and he couldn't really sit on it, so he more of less was on his knees. Voldemort picked up the nightie he threw on the floor and tossed it to him.

"Now put this on, and no more wisecracks from you."

Harry does so, wondering how long can he hold out until help came his way, or wondering if there was a chance that he could plan his own escape. Once he donned the ankle chains, Voldemort circled him, marveling at how Harry looked in the outfit.

"Now that is so much better. See? Was that so hard just to put on some clothes?"

The words "Shove it" was on the tip of his tongue but he kept them to himself and nodded.

"Come along now. I've got something for you."

So saying, Voldemort took the chain that was on the choker and led him downstairs to the living room. Once they were there, he made the boy sit down as he disappeared out of sight for a while, only to return with something in his hand. Once he opened his palm to show him, Harry saw that it was a dog tag shaped of a heart, but with a sort dent design shaped like Harry's lightning bolt scar in the middle of the heart, like as if the heart was broken.

"I got this from a very old friend of mine just recently. Antonin Dolohov is his name. Nice man he is, I might take you to meet him sometime. Like what you see, my boy?"

"Hell, no. I am not wearing it," Harry instinctively denied him.

"What did you promise?" Voldemort asked in a warning tone as he reached out and pinches Harry's ass that was still throbbing.

"Ow…" Harry frowned but didn't make any more protests.

Voldemort used his wand to carve something on the tag before pulling the chain so that Harry would come closer. Ordering him to stay still, he clasped the dog tag on the ring where the chain began on the choker. The tag read 'Liat: Private Property' and as soon as he put it on, the tag shone and showed a sort of shimmering trail that led outwards to the window, leaving Harry with a questioning look in his eyes.

"There, all done," Voldemort said proudly. "Now everybody will know you're mine, and it seems that the tag is working just perfectly."

"Wh…What are you talking about?"

"This tag is specially made for the purpose of tracking your blood relatives that have been evading me. Somehow, the Aurors have got to them and hid them away, and totally kept their relocated whereabouts in secrecy; so secret that even dear Malfoy couldn't dig it out of them. So ol' pal Dolohov have made this tag so that it will track them down based on your blood relations with them. And judging by the trail, it seemed to have found the one closest to us."

"I hate it."

"And you will wear it whether you hate it or not. Come along now. We've got work to do."

"I refuse to be your instrument for murder! I will break this off, I swear it!"

"You can't. Once a carver carves the name of a slave on a tag, they are bound to it for life. Until I decide to take it off from you and free you, any attempts to take it off will let you die a slow and painful death, almost like the effects of an Unbreakable Vow. You wouldn't want that, would you, especially when you have a baby to think about?"

"F…Fuck you!" Harry frowned.

"Yes, but I will fuck you first, soon. Now turn around. There's something I almost forgot to do."

Without warning, he whipped out a comb that looked like it was made out of white gold and started combing Harry's hair. Every stroke sent a cold rush onto Harry's head and somehow elongated his hair inch by inch. Before he knew it, he found himself having flowing ebony hair almost as long as Voldemort's.

"Now you look perfect. Come. Let's make yourself useful, shall we?"

Harry prayed to gods of all religion that he would get out of this, one way or another.

--:--

Wolfen was in the living room smoking his pipe after making sure that his family was sound asleep. He double-checked to see if the guards and Dementors were outside and triple-checked to see if his doors and windows were firmly locked and heavily charmed. You can't be too careful when someone was out there to get you.

Before he could settle down on the sofa to have a piece of mind, he was almost startled by a silent knock on the door. He peeked out of the window but couldn't see the person from his angle. He opened the peep slot of the door yet still he couldn't see anyone, but the knock persisted.

"Who is it?"

"Please…open the door…" a small boy's voice was heard.

"Who are you? How did you get past the guards and the Dementors?"

"P…Please…? It's me, Harry."

"Harry?!" Wolfen exclaimed. "As in Harry, the one this Riddle fellow is looking for? The Harry?!"

"Yes. Please let me in."

"What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here!" Wolfen undid the charms and unlocked and opened the door almost immediately. "Are you trying to get me and my family ki…Hey, you're not Harry."

It was when his mind cleared a little that the scenery before him unfolded and sank in. Piles upon piles of bodies of the Aurors were on the ground, totally torn into pieces and staining the grass and dirt red. The Dementors were all gone, their chill no longer permeated the atmosphere. Instead of seeing a little boy as he expected, he saw a girl with long, flowing hair reaching her waist dressed in a nightie with chains on her ankle bands and a choker that had a dog tag on named 'Liat', and her forehead was a rather striking lightning bolt scar.

"What the…" Wolfen looked at all the mutilated bodies before him. "What the hell is going on…? Who…Who are you?!"

"Run," the small girl whispered.

"What?"

"Please. Ru—"

"Hello there, Mr. Blaine-Potter. I believe you have an appointment with the Grim Reaper."

A snake-like wicked grin of a man that appeared behind the girl and the girl's teary jade-green eyes was the last thing he saw.

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"Liat, stop playing games. Open this door right now!"

Harry cowered under the bed, hoping that the huge dressing table he pushed painstakingly was enough to barricade the door. After that incident he was forced to put through, there was no way he was going to allow Voldemort to do his bidding again.

"Fuck off!!" Harry screamed from where he was hiding. "I don't want you anywhere near me, you bastard!!"

"Alright, you asked for it."

Harry heard a loud blast as Voldemort used the Blasting Charm to open the door, destroying the dressing table at the same time as wood and glass were heard scattering noisily onto the wooden floor. He heard angry footsteps stomping around the room, as if he was being searched, before he suddenly felt a strong yank of his ankles as he was dragged out from under the bed and thrown onto it.

"Look what you made me do!" Voldemort snarled as he grabbed a fistful of Harry's hair and forced him to look at what used to be the door and the dressing table. "It's all your fault you made me lose my temper and do this!"

"Nothing a repairing spell won't cure," Harry snorted defiantly.

"What's with this attitude of yours? You're being naughty again."

"You think just because you have me in captivity and subject me to ridicule, I would be worshiping the ground you walk on? Be a good little slave and beg for you?! Dream on, Voldemort!!"

"Don't blame me for your predicament. Blame your parents. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't even have bothered about you in the first place."

"You were the one who killed them!" Harry shouted, trying to hold back his tears. "You were the one who got yourself into this mess! You deserve to get everything you were thrown at! Serves you right for ending up in prison! Hell, they should've just given you the death penalty and rid you of your stupidity!!"

"I don't need you to tell what I do or do not deserve," Voldemort hissed venomously and grabbed his throat. "They had it coming. You were to do as you were told. Besides, you didn't have to do all the work. All you have to do was wear that tag and we will do all the clean up for you. So technically your job is so much easier than we are. Why do you have to make it so difficult for yourself?"

"Because you kidnap me for the sole purpose of making me into your instrument for murder! I have no say in it! I don't have any fucking say in it! It's either do it or die!"

"Watch your mouth, boy, or I will give you exactly what you want. Is that what you want? To let your beloved find you and your child in pieces? Coz I can do it with a snap of my finger if I haven't had the slightest inch of compassion for you! Who are you to tell me what is my purpose of kidnapping you? You are to serve me, and in what way is as I please! You're being naughty again, and I don't tolerate naughty!"

So saying, he grabbed Harry by the chain on his choker and forced him down with his chest up on his lap in that spanking position again. In a way, Harry was glad that he wasn't in a regular position where his chest down to the stomach was supposed to be on the lap because it would probably crush his child, but that does not mean this position was any better when it meant the burning sensation on his butt again.

"Why can't you just kill me and be done with it?" Harry said angrily as he struggled, tears starting to pool in his eyes. "You won't have to put up with me any longer and fulfill your vengeance against my parents! Why did you have to do this to me?!"

"Because I told you before, where is the fun in that?" Voldemort smirked as he accio-ed a hairbrush from the broken drawer of the dressing table. "Now shut up and accept your punishment, and this time I won't go easy on you."

"I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!"

"Well, it's not about how you feel about me, isn't it, Liat? You are serving on my terms now. Brace yourself, this is gonna be a bitch."

With that, Voldemort gripped the hairbrush tight and delivered his first blow. Harry cursed and bit down on the older man's thigh hard in an attempt to make him let him go, making the latter wince a little and pry Harry's mouth off his thigh.

"That'll double your punishment, Liat."

He propped the boy's chin and forced a scrunched up ball of the bed sheet into his mouth, holding his wrists behind his back with one hand and forcing his body weight on them before continuing his spanking. The more Harry struggled, the harder he spanked until the boy was forced to quiet down and endure his punishment. It was like with his previous Masters again as Voldemort spanked him until he lost count. All he could do was grit his teeth on his make-shift gag and whimper as he tried to survive this and pray that it did not damage the baby. It was only when Voldemort noticed his ass was getting black and blue that he slowed down, but did not stop immediately.

"Do you yield now? Have you learnt your lesson?"

"Fuck…you…" Harry said in a muffled voice through the gag, his face drenched with his salty tears. That earned him a few more hard spanks.

"Are you sorry now for being naughty?"

Harry was too far gone with tears to answer, but his pride made him respond by shaking his head vehemently, still being stubborn.

"Then you will have to be punished some more."

Harry let out another series of muffled screams and wails as Voldemort returned into spanking him with renewed force. It was only until Wormtail came over to warn Voldemort that Lucius was expecting a visitor in the next few minutes that he stopped abruptly. Glaring grudgingly at Wormtail for the interruption, he threw Harry off his lap and used the Repairing spell to fix the dressing table and the door.

"He is to be denied decent food and only have bread and water for the next few days," Voldemort hissed as he looked at Harry who was in a fetal position and in a teary sobbing mess. "And nurse his bottom. I want him walking by the time I'm ready for him."

"Yes, Master," Wormtail nodded as he smirked at Harry before casting the Locking and Silencing Charm on the door.