Harry Potter and Destiny's Child
Summary: Harry is help prisoner where he suffers both pleasure and pain. When he escapes and returns to Hogwarts he suffers as he tries to recover from his ordeal. Secrets are discovered. Choices are made. Will Harry recover and accept his destiny? Or will he fall into darkness? Slash Harry/?, Harry/Severus, Harry/Draco There will be M-preg. Rated R for sexual situations, rape, and adult content.
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Chapter Three: Scream Louder
When Harry again awoke, he was still bound and blindfolded. The Voice lifted his head and told him to drink. When he swallowed the water the Voice said, "Good, my pet." As soon as Harry heard those words a shiver of pleasure passed through his body and he gasped in surprise. "Yes, my pet. You will be rewarded when you are good."
The Voice again commanded him to drink. This time the glass placed against his lips was filled with a delicious broth. He drank all that was offered. "Good, very good, my pet!" Again, as Harry heard the words of praise erotic tremors rocked his body and he moaned in ecstasy. "Now drink this potion my pet and I will really reward you." Harry swallowed the bitter potion without giving it a thought.
"Excellent, my pet. You see each time you hear my voice complement you and give you praise your body will feel this pleasure… the potion keeps you from thinking, keeping your mind in this nice fog. By the time your training is over… your body will obey my every command… even if your mind resists… your reward is two hours of intense pleasure… enjoy!"
As the owner of the Voice left, a recording of the Voice spoke to Harry… telling him how good and beautiful he was… causing Harry to writhe and moan in pleasure until he screamed his release. The Voice alone spoke Harry through multiple orgasms… never giving him time to recover… no time to rest… It was almost torture, but Harry was not complaining at all… he just moaned and groaned and threw his head back as his body was wracked with intense feelings that he had never before experienced… and he screamed.
Each time Harry awoke it was the same thing. He was given water, broth, and potions… and then either left in Voice induced pleasure for hours on end… or he was taught to beg and plead for pleasure from the owner of the Voice. He was spelled clean and he never needed to relieve himself as spells took care of his bodies waste. Time meant nothing. Nothing existed but pleasure and the Voice. Eventually he learned to give head and was rewarded with more pleasure. But he was never released from his bonds and the blindfold was never removed from his eyes.
One night his blindfold slipped and he was lost in the silver hair and eyes that belonged to the Voice as he came again and again… The beauty of the man who gave him such pleasure entranced Harry's fogged brain… and he whispered, "So beautiful," before the Voice realized Harry could see. He replaced the blindfold and slapped Harry hard across the face.
"Never look at me gain. I am very disappointed in you!" the Voice hissed.
Harry moaned but this time in anguish and tears leaked from his eyes. He was filled with a sense of loss and his chest tightened in pain. The Voice left him. The next day he was fed and watered and given his usual potions, but there were no kind words or soft touches. Harry felt bereft and alone as he floated in his potion-induced haze. He kept saying he was sorry but the Voice refused to give comfort, saying only that his pet must learn respect.
Then one morning the Voice told Harry that he was to be punished. Harry whimpered and cried as he was filled with a sense of dread. He didn't mean to make the Voice angry… he was sorry… he didn't want to be bad. Some spells were spoken and a different potion was forced upon him. He wanted to please the Voice so he swallowed the vile tasting potion. He cried out in pain as he felt his body shift and change.
"Tonight you will be punished. It is up to me to end the pain. You will gaze upon your tormentor and remember this is your fault for daring to look upon me. Remember, you are mine and mine alone, do you understand?"
"Yes, s-sir, I am s-sorry."
"Not yet… but you will be!"
The Voice left. The door opened and another entered. Harry's blindfold was removed and he looked at a man with black hair and coal black eyes. Harry trembled in fear as the man leaned close and covered the young mans body with his own. Harry could feel the man's arousal press against his leg. The Voice never touched Harry in this way… Harry gave pleasure to the Voice with his mouth but his body had never been touched by anyone other than the Voice.
"I am sorry, this will hurt you. I would be gentle, but they want to see blood." With that said the man shoved himself into the young man tearing him. Harry screamed as he felt a pain tearing him in two. A great burning filled him and tears fell from his eyes. As the man continued to thrust, Harry looked into those coal black eyes before he passed out from pain and fear.
The next two nights the scene was repeated. The Voice would feed him and give him a potion that caused a painful shifting throughout Harry's body… then the black haired man with eyes of coal would come and rape him. Harry almost felt as if the man was being punished, but he never spoke, except to whisper, "I am sorry."
After that third night, the Voice came back. "Have you learned your lesson, my pet?"
"Yes, sir. I am sorry."
"I forgive you. I am pleased my pet!" Harry sighed in relief as pleasure filled his body. "You have been chosen for something very special my pet. Your blood and the blood of a traitor will bring great pleasure to My Lord. You should be honored." He continued to speak praises to Harry until Harry came with a moan. "Good, my pet. You will be alone for a while. I will not see you. But when I return you will be rewarded."
That night Harry slept peacefully despite the pains from his rapes.