This is part three of three
Additional tags/warning: D/s, master and pet, public sex, mpreg, lashing(whipping), mention of past abuse.
Happy Reading and Enoy!
Story #12 DubCon-Harry/Voldemort pt3
Harry was sitting on his Master's lap as usual with his cock inside his hole. They were in the middle of a Death Eater's meeting. Harry zoned out having to only been focused on Voldemort rubbing his small baby bump. Harry was currently pregnant with their second child, but first daughter. The two year old Cadmus was excited to be getting a sibling.
Many of the Death Eaters are envious of their Lord getting a second child so easily. The general population though is angry that Harry is willing to give the monster children. They hiss whore and slut at him for allowing the monster between his legs.
Harry began to think about the beginning. After his surrender.
(*v*)
Voldemort apparated them straight to his private bedroom. He banished Harry's clothes and tied his hands to the wrought iron of the headboard. He summoned the cock cage his last submissive used and quickly put it on Harry. Voldemort put a semi-permanent contraceptive on Harry's body then banished his own clothes to settle between Harry's leg, spreading them wide.
"Are you a virgin, pet?"
Harry closed his eyes and looked away. "Yes," he whispered softy.
"Good." Voldemort magically prepared the virgin hole then thrust his dry cock inside. Harry barely made a sound and didn't open his eyes once. Voldemort did catch sight of tears and bent to lick them away. Then he proceed to bite Harry's flesh, marking the young body as his.
Voldemort smirked deviously. Magic didn't backlash on him, but it did feel strained. Apparently it saw Harry's surrender as a dubious consent. Surrendering to him meant that Harry was his to do as he pleased. In which Voldemort had Harry repeat a modified Unbreakable Vow as he fucked the teen roughly, putting fingerprint bruises all over his lower body. In the vow, Harry swore to Voldemort everything-head, heart, body, soul, and magic. It all now belongs to him and Harry had to vow to never leave Voldemort willingly. He vowed that the only way he will leave is through death at Voldemort's hand or wand. Harry also vowed to never use magic against Voldemort.
They didn't leave the bed for the rest of the night and Harry kept his eyes closed with his head turned the whole time. Voldemort didn't mind one bit, he already got what he wanted.
The following morning Harry woke to find himself tied to a thick wooden pole, front pressed against the wood. He could hear Voldemort behind him.
"We are going to start your conditioning. Twenty lashes everyday. To drive the point home that I am your Master. You will address me as such, when I want you to speak. Until directly asked you will not say anything. You will also not wear any clothes. The only thing you will wear is a pet collar and it will have a leash attached for my use. You will crawl at my side, kneel at my feet, and feed from my hand. You will only drink water from a bowl on the floor. Your second main food source will be my sperm. You will spend your morning and afternoon warming my cock with your mouth unless I want your hole. During meetings with the Death Eaters you head will be down and eyes closed. Do you understand your new life, pet?"
"Yes, Master." Harry spoke softly. Honestly he more than expected living in the dungeon until Voldemort decides to kill him. Being a sex slave to the Dark Lord sounded better than being a disposable pawn to Dumbledore.
Harry pressed his face into the wood and kept his body as relaxed as possible. Something he learned when Vernon decides to beat him with a belt. The lashes was more of a sting where a leather belt felt like a burn. Harry knew he can endure Voldemort's punishment. Afterwards he kept his eyes closed as Voldemort fucked him before releasing him. Harry fell to his knees right away.
To Harry's surprise Voldemort used a healing potion on his back.
"I may be evil, but I'm not completely heartless. What good will you be if you develop an infection. Besides I want them all to see how beautiful you look, and all mine. Don't fear, Harry, none of them will ever touch you or use magic on you. I put a powerful shield charm, in parsel, around you while you were sleeping. Only I can remove it."
Remembering he wasn't allowed to talk he gave the man a relieved look. In return Voldemort caressed his cheek and pushed the head of his cock against Harry's lips. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Harry was going to avoid any further punishment. For that reason he will never have a need to actually voice consent he doesn't want to give. It's better to just let Voldemort do what he wants. The happier the Dark Lord is the easier Harry's life will be.
(*v*)
"What has you lost in thought, my pet?" Voldemort's voice cut through his thoughts.
"The beginning." Harry smiled.
"I see." Voldemort chuckled. "Do you consent to be my sex slave?"
Harry closed his eyes and turned his head. His Master, his Lord, his husband apparated them to their bedroom. He was placed on the bed and felt Voldemort settle between his legs, felt the hard cock slide back into his body.
"That is alright, pet, I don't need your verbal consent. Not when your body wants the pleasure I give it. If you are good I'll tie you to your pole and lash your back ten times. Would you like that, pet?"
"If it pleases Master." Harry answered submissively.
"You please me to no end, Harry Slytherin." Voldemort declared. He will never need nor want that verbal consent.
~Fin~
