This is part one of three parts

Additional tags/warning: D/s, sex slavery, dubcon, public sex, biting, marking, mpreg, master and pet.

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Story # 10 Humiliation-Harry/Voldemort pt.1

His captivity/surrender had rules. Rules he must obey or face punishment. One such rule is that he was not allowed clothes. Another he was not allowed to do magic or hold his wand ever again. The third major rule was he wasn't allowed to speak unless asked a direct question. And the fourth major he wasn't allowed any kind of pleasure unless his Master gave it to him.

Harry Potter was nothing more than a pet to Lord Voldemort. A pet that wore a muggle dog collar with a chain leash, he had bracelets of small bells around his wrists and ankles, and he was also forced to wear a cock cage that had an attached sounding rod. All of it was spelled by Lord Voldemort to never come off. Harry's body also bore the marks of ownership from words of 'Lord Voldemort's Pet' across his chest, the large Dark Mark along his spine, to the man's dried come, bloody bite marks, bite scars, and bruises from the man's roughness in bed.

Harry was forced to kneel in front of the Death Eaters everyday at his Master's feet. Forced to hear them talk about his body, his slave status, and not so quiet whispers about what they wanted to do with him sexually. His only saving grace is Lord Voldemort's shield around his body. A shield that prevented anyone from touching him unless of course they wanted to be cursed into an eunuch. Voldemort had warned them the first day. The Death Eaters couldn't remove it because it was done in Parseltongue. Harry was thankful that Voldemort was extremely possessive, insanely so.

The supposed Savior surrendered to the Dark Lord at the Ministry when the older wizard possessed him. Harry was consumed by so much grief over Sirius' death he just gave in to Voldemort's dominance. The other deciding factor was a memory from Severus Snape with his conversation from Dumbledore. A conversation about Harry and why he needed to be abused and isolated at times. Harry surrendered to a man who never lied to him, he had thought the Dark Lord would have just killed him then and there, but he was apparated out of the Ministry and forced into sex slavery with Voldemort as his Master.

This is his life until the day Lord Voldemort kills him.

(*v*)

Today started off as a normal day. He woke to his Master using his body for pleasure. The only difference about today is that Harry didn't feel the contraceptive spell. He felt powerless and defeated over the thought that his Master finally wanted heirs after three years. The feelings came over the fact that he might not be allowed to see or raise his children, not allowed to nurse or nurture them. Harry kept his eyes closed as he soundlessly cried over the loss.

After leaving the bedroom Harry crawled to the dining room at Voldemort's side. He kneeled next to the chair, eyes closed and head bowed. He accepted bits of food from his Master's hand, the only food he was allowed to eat. The first humiliating thing he had to endure was drinking water from a bowl like a dog except he didn't have to use his tongue like an animal. The next one was servicing his Master at the table in front of everyone. His Master's release is his other food source.

Harry follows his Master to his office where he crawls under the desk to spend most of the day with Voldemort's cock in his mouth. The Dark Lord does paperwork and meetings for the majority of the day. Harry's next humiliation is riding Voldemort's cock, facing the person he has a meeting with. While they carry on with their business Harry has to work the hard member in a steady pace, not too slow and not too fast, he is under strict orders to make it last the entire meeting. When the person leaves Harry is slammed onto the top of the desk and taken roughly until his Master fills him. Then he is back under the desk warming the flaccid cock into hardness.

Towards the end of the day is Harry's final humiliation. The Death Eater meeting. Like during meals he is kneeling next to the chair, eyes closed, head bowed. His Master pets his head as he listens to reports and news. At some point in the middle of it Harry is forced to suck his Master, but today Voldemort makes him ride his cock again. This is new because his Master never liked the idea of the idiots watching Harry pleasure him this way. Harry wonders why today is different.

When the meeting ends the Death Eaters are ordered to leave, Voldemort takes control over Harry's body. He shudders when the man presses his face into Harry's neck. He feels sharp teeth breaking the skin and forked tongue licking up the blood.

"They needed to see that you are mine." Voldemort spoke lowly. "The spies, the betrayers, they want to take you from me. But I won't let them. You belong to me. Your body is mine, your soul, your mind, your heart, your magic all belongs to me. Say it, pet." Voldemort orders.

"Yours, Master. Everything is yours." Harry whispered.

It was true because he surrendered it all in an Unbreakable Vow the night they left the Ministry. There was no consequence to Harry's life or magic, the vow is absolute and therefore prevents Harry from willingly leaving Voldemort. The vow however will punish the person who tries to take Harry outside Voldemort's wards or through rape. That is if they found a way pass his shield.

"That's right, pet, mine." Voldemort let out a groan and spilled himself inside Harry. A long pale hand caressed his pet's belly. "Soon my heirs will be born. How do you feel about that, pet?"

"As long as Master is pleased." Harry answered emotionlessly.

Voldemort let out a heavy sigh. Sometimes he regrets breaking Harry's fiery personality. He broke the one person who is never afraid of him or afraid to fight back. Now all he has is a broken pet who did everything he was ordered to do. No amount of humiliation brought the old Harry back. Now there wasn't even a spark at the idea of a child.

"Pet, I want an honest answer. Anything less I will lash you twenty times." Voldemort warned darkly.

Harry shuddered in fear. He remembers in the beginning Voldemort lashed Harry everyday. The Dark Lord called it conditioning, but Harry knew it was punishment for past deeds against him. It lasted three months. It was also nothing compared to Lucius' punishment. The blond received fifty lashes every day for two weeks in front of the others. All because Voldemort watched the memory of Harry's second year. Unlike Harry who was healed after his lashing with magic, Lucius had to heal the muggle way. He heard whispers about the blond's heavily deformed scarred back.

"I'm scared." Harry answered honestly.

Voldemort gripped his chin and forced green eyes to look at him. "Of what?"

"You. Of you taking them away after they are born. Not being the one to nurse them, nurture them, love them. Of Bellatrix finding a way to kill me, to kill the children."

Voldemort snarled dangerously. "Has she tried before?"

"Yes." Harry answered softly.

"Why-" Voldemort cuts himself off. Right, he remembered he ordered Harry to not speak unless spoken to directly. "Does she have help? And when does she try?" The Dark Lord very rarely left Harry alone.

"Yes, she has others. She does it when you leave the manor to go to the Ministry."

"Who are the others?" Voldemort was feeling nothing but murderous rage. They were all going to have a painful death.

"Lady Malfoy for what happened to her husband and for the trouble Draco got into at school. Rosier, NcNab (A/N: and no I don't mean McNair), Nott Senior, and Pettigrew. He, Pettigrew, said I needed to pay for the humiliation he had to endure when you came back."

"Don't worry, pet, I will kill them. They will never try to harm you again. As for the child you will be allowed to nurse, nurture, and love them until they are eleven. Only then you will have no say in what is decided with their life."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

Harry felt a spark of happiness for the first time in three years. Suddenly the humiliation he has to endure no longer mattered. He will continue to endure it if it meant that he got to love his children. Harry will do anything for that small mercy. Being humiliated was better than being under Dumbledore's rule, forced to marry Ginny and have to be forced into fighting every dark witch and wizard. With that life he will never see his children, Molly will make sure of that. His money and heirlooms will be taken by his ex-friends and Dumbledore. And Grimmauld Place, it will be violated by the Order members.

With his Master everything he owns is protected. No one, but Voldemort can touch it. Harry is all right with that. For he knows Voldemort will treasure the Potter and Black heirlooms and possessions. The Dark Lord already killed Mundungus Fletcher for stealing items from Grimmauld Place. Voldemort got all the items back including a Slytherin necklace that Harry is ordered to wear everyday. Ordered to never take it off and protect it with his life.

When the Healer confirmed the pregnancy Voldemort announced it to the Death Eaters. Harry had been ordered to sit on his lap, cock inside his body. Ordered to look at the Death Eaters, watch Voldemort kill Bellatrix, Narcissa, Rosier, McNab, Nott Senior, and Pettigrew. Each one endured a painful curse that slowly killed them. Well not Bellatrix. She died first from a blood boiling curse. Pettigrew died last from a curse that mimics Egyptian scarab beetles.

Voldemort warned the others to keep their wands away from Harry. Then he turned Harry to face him. The new humiliation is knowing the Death Eaters, even those his age, can see Voldemort's cock slide in and out of his hole. Watching the Dark Lord lay claim to Harry's body. The humiliation lasted through several of Voldemort's orgasms then he dismissed them.

"You were very good, pet." Voldemort praised then licked along Harry's shoulder, up his neck, over his jaw before devouring Harry's mouth. The first time he has kissed Harry. Voldemort is still trying to find that spark. He pulled away with a savage bite to Harry's bottom lip. He stood and carried his pet to their bedroom.

Following orders Harry didn't say anything at the sight of an audience in the bedroom. He felt his body heat up with a fresh bout of humiliation. Death Eaters are one thing, getting claimed in front of Dumbledore, the Order, the older Weasley boys, his former friends, and his DA group is a different matter.

Voldemort laid them perpendicular on the bed. Ha made Harry turn his head to his audience. This is his next attempt to get that spark.

"You all are here to help us celebrate our joyous news." The Dark Lord smirked at them. "You see my pet is pregnant with my child, my heir." They were given looks of revulsion, disgust, anger, horror, and defeat.

With a deep chuckle Voldemort slid into his pet. He thrust in and out of the always tight, hot, slick hole. He held Harry's hands above his head, bit his marks into the already claimed skin. Voldemort made his pet gasp, mewl, whine, whimper, and arch up in pleasure. All the while never taking his eyes off their audience. The older Weasley boys and Harry's defense group were fighting against the magical bonds, silently raging at him. The other just watched with glares of betrayal at Harry, in their minds Voldemort heard them call his pet whore and slut, a weak-willed coward.

That made Voldemort angry. Harry was far from weak-willed or a coward. Unlike those of Dumbledore's Order, the light sided Ministry under Dumbledore's control, and the general population of light idiots. His beautiful Harry was broken not a weak-willed coward. Voldemort banished the cock cage and allowed Harry release for the first time in three years. He pulled out and painted the panting body with his sperm. The Dark Lord got off the bed, wand in hand and stood in front of Dumbledore's side.

"Harry is beautifully broken, not a weak-willed coward like all of you." He snarled at the group. One by one he cursed them all with painful deadly curses. He then turned to the other group. "You have the option of joining me or surrendering and never raising a wand against me or the Death Eaters. Be assured that you won't be harmed by them. If you join me you will never be allowed to talk to or touch Harry in any way. Harry's vow is absolute, you try to take him outside my wards you either die or lose your magic. Of course I will kill you for taking him from me. I will give you three days to make a decision." With a snap of his fingers the elves took the group to the dungeon and transfigured the dead bodies into inanimate objects.

Voldemort turned to his pet. With a predatory smile he rejoined Harry and pushed back into his body. He simply could not get enough of his pet. The scent of humiliation Harry felt was arousing and heady. Voldemort absolutely loves it.

Harry knew it was done purposely.

~Fin~