Harry couldn't sleep at all. Not just from being uncomfortable in his cage, but every time he closed his eyes, he saw his friends dying again and it terrified him to no end. Still, he must have dosed off at some point, because when he woke up, two dog bowls stood in his cage. One was filled with water and the other…
"Fuck you!" Harry shouted angrily, throwing the bowl with dogfood through the bars.
The bowl of water followed shortly after. Harry took a vindictive sort of pleasure in seeing the carpet get soaked. He hoped it would piss Voldemort off.
Harry was disappointed when Voldemort entered the room a few hours later. He just looked at the mess, shook his head in slight exasperation before vanishing it. He gave Harry an indulgent smile, as if he was just a pet who didn't know any better. It made Harry even more angry and he glared hatefully at the Dark Lord. Voldemort just ignored the look and rounded the desk, opening Harry's cage.
"Stay away from me you bastard!" Harry growled, scrambling out of reach.
"Very well," Voldemort sighed, backing up and reclosing the cage.
With that, he just walked back out of the room, leaving Harry all on his own. For the rest of the day, Harry stayed locked up in the cage, not seeing a single living soul. He remembered before, when Hogwarts was still Hogwarts, the Headmaster's office had all the paintings of the former headmasters. Now though, they were all taken down. Harry couldn't help but think that his imprisonment would be a bit more bearable if he had the paintings at least to keep him company.
No food came either, and after several hours, Harry started to begrudgingly regret throwing the bowl of water out as his throat became incredibly dry. He hadn't eaten since the morning of the final battle nor had he drank anything since that time. No way he was going to consider Zabini's piss as drinking! He shuddered at the thought alone. Disgusting bastard…
In the end, he started to doze off again, slowly drifting into a restless, nightmare filled sleep. He stayed in that space between sleep and wakefulness until the door swung open again and Voldemort strode back in. He made towards Harry's cage immediately and Harry quickly moved to the farthest corner from the door, pressing himself against the metal bars behind him as he hissed angrily at the Dark wizard.
"Get out here and let me fuck you," Voldemort ordered calmly.
"How about go fuck yourself, Pervert!" Harry shouted.
Again, Voldemort just sighed and walked away. His easy dismissal confused and frightened Harry, making him believe the evil wizard had something horrible planned for him. Even with all this fear in his heart, Harry soon fell back in an exhausted, fitful sleep.
The next morning, two new bowls stood on exactly the same spot as they had been the day before. The bowl of dogfood was pretty much the same as yesterday, but the bowl of water had been replaced by a bowl of piss. Shuddering in disgust, Harry threw both of them out again. If that bastard thought Harry would willingly drink something as disgusting as that, he'd have another thing coming! Harry would rather just die of dehydration!
The rest of the day was exactly the same as the day before. Voldemort walked in not long after Harry woke up, shook his head and sighed at the mess before vanishing it with a dismissive wave. As he opened Harry's cage, the teen crawled out of reach and spat curses at him before the small door was locked again and Voldemort left calmly.
The thirst had become too much at this point already, and it only got worse as the hours passed by. Harry's body was exhausted, trying to keep functioning without any sustenance and the injuries of the battle. The Cruciatus Curse was still was still in his system, even if it had been two days. His lack of food and water since then made it impossible to recover.
Because of this, when Voldemort returned in the evening, Harry was too weak to move away and was easily snatched from his cage. He didn't have the strength or willpower to struggle when he was roughly bend over the desk and was unable to cry out when Voldemort forcefully entered him. He gasped dryly at the intrusion. His throat felt like sandpaper and his head was pounding from the sudden movements.
It ended shortly after it started when Harry gave into the pain and exhaustion and blacked out…
. . . . .
When Harry woke up, it was to a state of pain. Not the kind of pain that came from torture or rape, but a dull, constant throbbing around his crotch and stomach. His arse felt weird too, but his last memory before losing consciousness was of Voldemort fucking him, so it wasn't much of a surprise. What was a surprise was the fact that he was lying in a soft, warm bed instead of the ratty dog pillow in his cage.
Groaning, he pressed his arms against his stomach and rolled on his side, curling into a ball at the pain. His eyes fluttered open and he tensed. Next to his bed – which turned out to be the bed in the farthest corner of the hospital wing – sat Voldemort, calmly staring down at him.
"I thought you had agreed to become my pet," the man spoke coldly.
"Never said I'd be a good pet," Harry snorted in reply, glaring at the man.
"And in such cases, I look somewhere else to have my needs fulfilled," Voldemort said.
Harry tensed, eyes widening as he stared up at Voldemort with fear.
"Cho Chang."
"… No…" Harry whimpered, but he was ignored by Voldemort, who just continued talking.
"She cried the whole time. Begged and wailed…" he said.
"That only got worse when I mentioned that handsome boy… What was his name again? Diggory."
Harry surged upwards, stretching out his arms towards Voldemort with the intent to strangle the monster, but a sharp sting in his abdomen had him cry out and crumble up on the edge of his bed.
"I had a few alterations done to you while you were out, if you were wondering why you're so sore," Voldemort explained amused.
"Nothing worrisome, I assure you. Simply some 'extra's' to make your new life a bit more pleasurable… For me at least."
"…What did you do to me?" Harry whispered, looking terrified.
"Roll on your back and lift your legs."
Harry just glared at him, curling up even more. Voldemort sighed in annoyance.
"I won't threaten you with Chang. I already gifted her to Rabastan," he said calmly.
"He seemed highly interested in the girl, and I can certainly see why. She very pretty. So is little Ginny Weasley. She's said to have a lot of spirit."
Reluctantly, Harry shuffled back to the middle of the bed and lay down on his back. Slowly, he hooked his arms around the back of his knees and pulled them up to his chest. Voldemort smirked at him as he moved to sit on the bed near Harry's backside. He moved the teen's legs further apart before one hand skirted down to Harry's rear and caressed it.
"I have to see if everything functions like it should," he explained.
Two fingers were pressed in immediately, making Harry wince at the sudden burn. Voldemort twisted them a bit and Harry bit his lip to keep a pained whimper from escaping. The fingers pushed in further and Harry gasped, his eyes flew open in shock as sparks of intense pleasure ran through him.
"Looks like that part works just fine," Voldemort told him amused.
"I had your prostate gland enlarged and made extra sensitive."
Harry blinked away tears and moaned loudly. His entire body seemed to be on fire with all the pleasure the simple thrusting movements of those two fingers. A third finger slid in easily into his slicked hole. Harry tensed. Voldemort hadn't used any lube. Through the haze of pleasure, he could hear Voldemort laugh softly, and he turned his head to stare confused at his tormentor.
"Another change I had issued is that you no longer excrete waste," Voldemort explained.
"Instead, most of it is recycled and turned into slick, which will lubricate your insides whenever your prostate is stimulated. This allowed the removal of some of your bowels, and I had them replaced with a womb-like space. No, you can't get pregnant, I have no use for it. Let's call it a sperm sack of sorts. I come inside you and that sack will keep any of my sperm from getting back out. It takes quite some force to empty, and it can be filled to great capacities."
A fourth finger pressed in, but Harry barely noticed as he closed his eyes in horror and sobbed. How could Voldemort do this to him? Why couldn't he just kill Harry and get it over with already? He tried his best to keep those feelings of hatred and horror, but the constant assault on his over-sensitized prostate had him arch his back in orgasm. His brows furrowed in confusion of the strange sensation. Something else was off about him.
"Ah, yes. The last change," Voldemort hummed.
He grabbed Harry's cock, still leaking even though he just came, and Harry realized what was wrong. He'd never gotten hard. The realization had Harry tense and clench hard around the intruding fingers, making sparks of pain shoot up his spine. Voldemort just chuckled and kept fucking him with his fingers, forcing Harry to relax again to keep from hurting even more.
"You have no reason at all for an erection," Voldemort told him gleefully.
"So I made sure you wouldn't anymore. You can still come of course."
"Why are you doing this," Harry whimpered.
Voldemort didn't reply, too focused on fitting his thumb into Harry's hole. The teen's breath hitched as the last digit popped inside. His legs shook, and his mouth was wide open in a silent scream. All pleasure was immediately out of his system as pain took over once more.
The widest part of Voldemort's hand entered through his tight ring of muscles painstakingly slow before he finally slid inside up to his wrist. Harry closes his eyes again and whimpers in pain. He wants to let go of his legs, struggle to get away from the massive intrusion, but Voldemort keeps him in place with one hand on his leg while he pushed his fist in deeper. His fingers are moving deep inside Harry, curling to form an actual fist and making Harry arch of the bed with a dry gasp of pain.
"Take it out," he croaked, his entire body spasming in pain.
"That's no way to talk to your Master," Voldemort scolded lightly as he pushed even deeper.
His arms pressed down on Harry's prostate, sending sparks of intense pleasure along with the unimaginable agony of being stretched way too far. Even through Harry's whimpered protests, Voldemort kept pushing until his arm was in all the way to his elbow. At this point, Harry was full out crying and the only reason he still held on to his legs was Voldemort's other hand tightly gripping both his wrists in an iron hold.
He started fucking Harry with his fist for a while, taking pleasure in the pained squeals and the bump appearing in the young wizard's belly whenever he pushed in all the way. He grinned darkly as he pressed in all the way to the elbow again and spread his fingers. With the force he used, he could actually see his fingertips. Harry could only gasp in pain, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he passed out from the pain.
With a sigh, Voldemort pulled his arm out and cleaned himself up with a small, wandless and silent cleaning charm. He'd come back to play with the boy again later, after he woke up. Until then, he had a few extra arrangements to make to assure the boy finally and fully breaking.
. . . . .
When Harry woke up again, he was back in the Headmaster's office, but not in his cage. He was tied up bend over the desk/cage, his arms tied to the corners and his legs spread and tied to the legs of the table. He was facing the door, which made him tense, eyes wide in horror. He wanted to scream, but the large spider gag in his mouth was spread so wide he could only gurgle.
On the sides of the door, hanging to the wall as art, were the petrified corpses of Ron and Hermione. Their eyes were closed, expressions serene as all the blood and grime of the battle was cleaned off of them and they were dressed in stark white tunics as they hung in crucified positions, flower crowns adorning their shiny hair.
Harry started struggling violently at the sight, wanting to free himself desperately so he could kill the man who dared mocking their sacrifice like this. He was crying, tears and snot streaming down his face as he pulled at his bonds, uncaring that he was only injuring himself with his attempts.
He cried out in outrage as the door swung open and Voldemort strode in, carrying some sort of bag and looking incredibly pleased with himself. Harry doubled his efforts in getting free, wanting to… He wanted to… With a broken sob, all fight drained from him and his head flopped down on the hard wood. He wanted to die already.
"I see you've been admiring the new decorations," Voldemort spoke grinning.
Harry just closed his eyes, letting his tears escape freely as he tried to forget about everything. Maybe, maybe this was all just one fucked up dream. Maybe Harry would wake up soon in a world where he had won the battle and Voldemort was gone. He'd be with Ginny then, and Ron would smile approval when he gently kissed the beautiful red haired girl on the cheek. They'd date a bit longer he imagined, talking about their likes and dislikes, getting side-tracked when reaching the topic of Quidditch… And then, they'd give each other their virginity. All loving and gentle touches, whispered words of affection…
"How is my little slut faring today? Better?" Voldemort taunted cruelly, breaking the illusions.
Harry just squeezed his eyes harder together. Hermione and Ron would start dating not long after, and Harry would tell them how he'd seen it coming for years, making them both blush and splutter. Fred and George would have a field day teasing Ron about it no doubt. He'd propose to Ginny on a sunny spring afternoon when they were at a small diner. He'd take her out on a walk after eating, bring her to a grassy meadow near the forest and go down on one knee, pulling out a ring…
"AAH!" he gurgled through the too wide gag.
While daydreaming, he hadn't even realised Voldemort walking up behind him until the man's dick was shoved unceremoniously in his unprepared hole. He was still a bit loose from the earlier fisting he'd gotten, but that was just barely, so Harry must have been out for a while. Tears or horror over his friends' fates turned into tears of pain as the walls of his arse tore and started bleeding. Voldemort didn't care in the slightest of course, just groaned in pleasure at the added lubrication as he fucked into the teen harshly.
He panted an whined as Voldemort's giant cock split him wide open, scraping the walls of his arse raw. Still, when the damned thing brushed against his enlarged and over sensitive prostate, he couldn't help but moan loudly as intense pleasure overrode the pain. Voldemort laughed cruelly and held his hips in a bruising grip, driving his cock as deep into Harry as he could go and grinded his pelvis against the teen's arse, rubbing even harder against the prostate, making Harry moan even harder.
Harry couldn't help but look up at his friends, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as pleasure coursed through his body at the unwanted assault. He didn't want to feel it at all. Not when his friends were looking at him like that. He wanted Voldemort to just leave him alone already.
"Do you like the thought of their eyes on you?" Voldemort hissed in his ear.
"You're leaking pre-come all over the desk. Perhaps I should make you lick it up once I'm done."
Harry whined pitifully and shook his head. He didn't like it. It was because of the things Voldemort had made his body into. Every thrust was electrifying. Getting hard – no, not getting hard, getting aroused – was a simple bodily reaction. Still, it wasn't any less humiliating. He tried muttering things, but only spit flew out of widely opened mouth. Again, Voldemort let out a loud bark of laughter and rammed Harry's prostate with great force, making Harry's tongue loll out of his mouth and his eyes roll to the back of his head as he keened loudly at the pleasure.
"This is how I like my whores best," Voldemort taunted.
"Keening and moaning while speared on my cock."
Harry whimpered and thumped his forehead against the wood surface of the desk. He wanted Voldemort dead. He wanted to come! His insides felt like they were burning up with how his spot was abused by the harsh pounding he was receiving. He nearly screamed when Voldemort reached down and tugged on his balls. It was all he needed to come.
Though it was just a weak little spurt of watery, pearly white cum, it felt like the most intense orgasm he ever had in his life. Voldemort groaned as he tensed and clamped up around him, pushing all the way in to spurt out his own, much stronger orgasm deep inside Harry's bowels.
Voldemort stepped back, pulling his cock out of Harry, making the young wizard flinch. The Dark Lord chuckled amused as he rummaged through the bad he'd brought, pulling out a medium sized plug out of it with a small, rubber tube going through it. Grinning at Harry's widening of eyes, he pressed the plug against the boy's leaking hole and pressed it inside with a swift move, making Harry gasp and whine. Voldemort smirked and showed the other end of the rubber tube.
"You know where this goes?" he asked teasingly.
"Right in the piss-slit of your useless limp little dick."
Harry's eyes widened again and shook his head, whining through his gag as he pulled his bonds. Voldemort chuckled and gripped Harry's cock, roughly pushing the small tube inside. Because Harry hadn't had the chance to prepare for it, it hurt a lot and he threw his head back in a shout of pain. It didn't end there either. Voldemort just kept pushing it in until it reached Harry's bladder.
When he finally released the teen's dick, Harry was crying again. The Dark Lord smirked and took something else from the bag; a leather dog collar with a thin iron chain attached to it and he tightened it around Harry's neck swiftly. After that, he vanished Harry's binds and pulled him up by his new collar, pushing him back in the cage and locking the door. With a small smirk, he attached the chain of his collar to one of the bars.
"The plug will make you keep everything inside you, and thanks to the urethral tube attached to it, there won't be a mess in your cage tomorrow morning," Voldemort told him.
"Just let it all out and store it in your new sperm sack until I decide you've had enough and empty you again."
Harry whined, his mouth hurting from being kept wide open for such a long time and grabbed the bars. The gag was still very much in place, so he couldn't curse and scream like he wanted to. He doubted even if Voldemort had decided to take it out he would have been able though, since it had been in for so long already. And his mouth and throat were dry as a desert because of it.
"Thirsty?" Voldemort asked chuckling.
He grabbed the chain again and pulled, smashing Harry's face roughly into the bars. He kept pulling, making sure Harry couldn't move away as he put his soft dick in Harry's mouth. For a moment, Harry was confused, but as the man started pissing, he tried to jerk away. Voldemort laughed and moved his grip to Harry's hair, grinding the teen's face against the bars, pressing his pelvis against Harry's wide open mouth as he finished emptying his bladder, forcing Harry to swallow it all.
When he was done, he pulled away, and so did Harry, scrambling back to the other side of the cage as he wiped his mouth from piss and spit and glared hatefully at his captor. Voldemort just laughed and turned away from Harry, walking back towards the exit.
"I'll be back tomorrow to feed you like a good owner should."
He left Harry there, to cry himself to sleep, the vision of his two best friends staring down at him from their positions on the wall, calling him filthy names and blaming him for their meaningless sacrifice.
