I'm A Slave For You-Chp66

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.