A Slave to a Slave

Author's Note: Yea! So here's the second chapter. And yeah for alaine1910 who was wonderful enough to have reviewed already! I'm so glad you're ready the new and hopefully improved edition of my story! I hope you enjoy.





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Severus knew it was a bad idea to get out of bed this morning. He really should have known the Dark Lord would send a gift such as this. Something you can use around the house, you can sink into it, and you can make good use of parts of it in your potions. I think you will enjoy it greatly, and please do break it. The words ran through Severus’ head again as he looked at what Rudolphus Lestrange has just brought into his rooms.



“What exactly am I supposed to do with him? I have no need for a slave.”



“I’d take him off your hands. He sure is pretty.” Rudolphus laid the sleeping man on the floor beside the door. “However, the Dark Lord wants you to have him, so I’m not taking my chances. You have to keep him.”



“Why this one? He’s dirty.”



Rudolphus chuckled before answering. “That he is. Likes to garden, but he got into a bit of a tussle with one of the other harem boys. Our Lord’s been saving this one’s virginity for some reason, and the other harem boys resent that. Our Lord isn’t too nice to those boys’ asses. Shame really. Some of them are so nice.”



Snape’s glare sent Lestrange into snickers before he left with a wave.



Severus turned to the young man now sleeping on his floor. He nudged him with his foot, taking in the tanned, naked flesh and the dark head of hair that was all he could see of his new slave.



“Get up.” Groggily, the boy pushed himself up, shaking his head, trying to clear away the drugs he’d been given. “On your hands and knees, boy.”



The young man scrambled to obey, but it took him a few times to right himself and be able to hold himself up on all fours.



“What is wrong with you? Are you mentally impaired, boy?”



“No, Master. They…” The dark head shook again. “They gave me a drug. Our Lord doesn’t like harem slaves to see where they’re being taken, Master.”



Severus snorted and turned on his heels, heading towards his bedchamber. “Follow me. How old are you?”



“Eighteen, Master.”



“Are you really a virgin?”



“Yes, Master. No one has been allowed to touch me below the waist except our Lord,” His voice shook with the title. “He has touched my penis before. He…”



“He what?”



“I fear you will beat me, Master.”



“All the better reason for you to tell me.”



The boy shivered but continued on. “He beat me when my penis would not get hard in his hand, Master.”



“Is that why he gave you to me, because you are impotent?”



“I’m not certain, exactly, Master. He performed several spells on my stomach. Every time he completed one, he would beat me and then try again.”



By this time, they had arrived in the bedroom, and Severus motioned for the young man to crawl onto the bed.



“What is your name?”



“Harry, Master?”



“No surname?”



“Not that I can remember, Master.”



“How have you remained a virgin this long? Until 18? A true marvel, especially for a harem slave.”



“I was not always a harem slave, Master. I grew up as a labor slave in my Uncle’s house. I know my way around the kitchen and any cleaning supplies, Master. I can help you out in many ways.”



Severus grunted and ran his hand over Harry’s flank, just touching the flesh, noting the muscle tone and any imperfections he could see through the dirt.



“I don’t need a house slave, but that is neither here nor there. You are mine now.”



“Yes, Master.”



Severus, deciding he quite liked the flesh kneeling upon his bed, grabbed the boy by the hair and yanked his head up, looking into the greenest eyes he’d ever seen. It was decided.



“You are mine.”



“Yes, Master.”



Severus ran his hands down the man’s back and slapped his ass.



“You are mine.”



“Yes, Master.”



Severus reached over to his bedside table and grabbed a small jar. He opened it and dipped his middle finger in. He then moved that finger to Harry’s ass and pressed against the pucker there.



“Have you ever had anything up your ass, boy?”



“No, Master.”



“Never? Not a finger, a dildo, anything?”



“Never, Master.” Upon hearing those words, Severus pushed his finger into the tight hole, barely suppressing a moan at the hot warmth pulsing around his finger. Harry’s head dropped, and he winced slightly.



“Good. I can’t wait to shove my cock into you. I will split you apart. I am not small, boy, so it will hurt.”



“Yes, Master.” Those words were breathy as Severus began to pump the digit in and out of his ass. He then pushed another finger into the pucker. Harry gasped, and his anal muscles clenched. Severus ignored this and continued pumping his fingers in and out, scissoring them. On one particular thrust, he pushed in as deep as he could get his fingers and pressed firmly on the slave’s prostate gland. Harry’s moan was low, but it was music to Severus’ ears.



"You are mine."



"Yes, master. Yours." This exclamation was punctuated by a long moan.



Severus Snape continued stretching Harry with two fingers scissoring them in that delectable ass.



"You are my whore."



"Yes, master. Your whore. Please!" He wiggled his ass, silently begging those fingers to brush his prostate again.



Severus pulled his fingers out. "Follow me, Harry." He turned his back on his slave and walked towards the bathroom, leaving Harry to quickly climb off the bed and onto the floor, crawling after his master.



By the time Harry arrived in the bathroom, Severus was holding a long hose that was attached to the bathtub faucet.



"Come, Harry. Present your ass to me." With a questioning look on his face, Harry turned around and lowered himself onto his elbows, making his ass higher than the rest of his body. "You've been such a good slave so far. Think you can keep it up? This will feel a little uncomfortable. Do not squirm. Do not let this nozzle slip from your ass. I've stretched you a little so this will be harder for you to do. You must squeeze tightly. And most especially, do not let any of the water slip out of you." With that final command, Severus rubbed some lubricant onto the nozzle and inserted the tip into Harry's ass until about three inches were inside his channel.



"Tighten your muscles, boy." Harry clenched his muscles. "Tighter, boy! You have to be able to hold onto this." Harry tightened his muscles, and since they had already been stretched a bit, he discovered this to be harder than he thought it could be, but he managed.



"Good boy. Now I'm going to turn on the water. Do not let the nozzle slip out, and do not drip on my floor!" Severus turned on the cold water.



As the cold water entered his warm insides, Harry struggled not to squirm. "Master, it's too cold. I'm not sure I can do this."



"Oh you can, and you will. This is what it means to be my slave. You take what I give you. No questions asked. No whining. No complaining. Unless, of course, you'd rather go back to being in the Dark Lord's harem..."



"No, Master. With you is better, Master. Please don't send me back there, Master. I'll do whatever you say, Master." While supplicating himself verbally, Harry was using every ounce of willpower to clench his anus muscles as his intestines were swiftly filling with cold water.



"Almost there, slave. You're stomach is almost to perfect distention. I want you to look like you are pregnant with my child. It really it too bad you are barren." Severus knelt next to Harry and ran his hand over the stretching abdomen of his new slave. "You look delicious like this. Are you starting to cramp yet? Is the cold water making your muscles freeze? seize up? Are you about to loose complete control of your muscles? You're anus must be getting so tired." With that statement, Severus ran his hand from Harry's stomach, over his hip, and up to his ass, running his fingers over Harry's stretched rosebud.



"Please, Master. I don't think I can hold much more. I feel like I'm going to burst." Tears of stress and pain began to leak from Harry's eyes.



"Very well. You've done well for your first enema as my slave. Did our Lord ever fill you so?"



"No, Master. Please, Master, make it stop." Harry lowered his head to rest on the floor, raising his ass more, allowing the water inside him to slosh further into his body. He groaned in response.



Severus walked over to the faucet. “When I turn the water off, your body will immediately attempt to dispel the water. Do not let that happen! Control yourself, no matter how hard it may be."



Harry braced himself, trying to clench his anal muscles and not the muscles of his abdomen, as Severus turned off the water. The battle within Harry's body was hard won, but he managed to keep the nozzle in his body as well as the water.



"Excellent, Harry." Severus ran his hand down the boy's spine as a reward. "Now I'm going to remove the nozzle. Remember, do not leak on my floor!" Severus grabbed the nozzle and slowly began to pull the nozzle out. When only an inch remained within Harry, he yanked the hose and pulled the nozzle out swiftly.



Harry groaned. A few drops of water escaped before he was able to completely close his anus.



"Good boy. Not bad. Just a couple of drops escaped. I am impressed." Severus grabbed a rag and wiped Harry's cleft, cleaning the escaped water from him. "Do you feel all that water inside you, my slave?"



"Yes, master. It's so cold." Harry shivered.



"Yes, but don't worry. It'll warm to your body temperature the longer it stays in." Severus turned his back on his slave and began digging in a drawer beside the sink.



"Longer? How much longer? I can't stand this much longer!"



Severus whirled around swiftly and harshly spanked Harry's ass with his open palm. "Do not question me! You've just added thirty minutes to the time I had already aloted for this experience. No wonder our Lord was so anxious to be rid of you. You cannot control yourself!" Severus slapped his ass again, and Harry briefly lost control of his muscles, a few more drops of water escaping his ass.



Severus snorted and turned back to his digging in the drawer. Harry anxiously waited, his brain trying to process just how long he'd have to stay like this. Finally his new master turned around and knelt beside him again.



"Harry, lift up and look at me." It was a slow process, raising himself to all fours and keeping his muscles clenched, but he finally made it, and his eyes widened at what his master was holding.



"Yes, slave. I will be inserting this into your anus. This will help you keep the water in. I refuse to let you expel all that water until it has warmed to body temperature. Besides, you must get used to having things in your ass. You will always be filled as long as you are my slave." Severus patted Harry's back, then gently pushed until Harry was resting on his upper body again. He then ran his fingers down his slave's back until they reached his asshole. He circled the orifice with his finger a couple of times before replacing it with the tip of the butt plug. He quickly shoved the plug, which was about three inches long and an inch and half wide at the base before it swiftly narrowed to about a half an inch, into Harry's rectum.



Harry gasped and struggled to get used to the new intrusion. He had never felt so full, and, in the darkest recesses of his mind which he refused to admit even existed, he had never felt so close to wonderful.



"My dear Harry, this is probably the fullest you'll ever be. Your body has about as much as it can stand.”



Severus then replaced the enema nozzle with a shower one.



“Close your eyes, boy.” Harry complied, and Severus turned on warm water. He rinsed the boy’s body, watching the last of the dirt run down the drain in the middle or the floor before he shut the water off. He cast a quick drying charm before addressing his slave.



“Now that you’re clean, can you crawl?"



Harry struggled to raise himself to his hands, but his arms were shaking so badly he could barely support himself. Tears streamed down his face. "I'm so sorry, Master, but may I stay here? I don't think I can move, and..." he was forced to stop as he started sobbing.



"And what, Harry?"



Harry firmly shook his head.



"Tell me, slave."



"You probably won't like it, Master."



"No matter. Tell me."



"I'm sca...." Harry was again stopped by his sobbing, falling back onto his upper body.



Severus ran his hand up and down his slave's back, making soothing sounds. "What are you scared of, my slave?"



"When... when... we were ordered to do something... and we couldn't..... the great Lord would order us.... beaten... until we could do it.... or until we passed out..." Harry's entire body was shaking with sobs by this point.



Severus sat on the floor next to Harry and rolled him over until he was sitting in his lap. Harry began to struggle.



"No, Master, no!"



"Harry, clam down! Harry!" Severus was struggling to control Harry's flailing limbs. "Harry!"



"No, Master! What if I can't control myself? What if I leak all over you? Let me go!"



Severus pulled the lithe young body closer to him, running his hands soothingly over his body, and making soothing sounds. "That's what the plug is for. Nothing is coming out of you as long as that plug is there."



"Are... are you sure... Master?"



"Yes, Harry, I'm sure. And I will never beat you because you are physically incapable of doing something that I ask you to do. It is my job to judge what your body can and cannot do. If I say you can do it, you can. I will not torture you by asking things of you which you cannot accomplish. If you noticed, I asked you a question. I did not give you an order. You will not be punished because you are too unused to the sensations of being overfilled with water to move."



Harry buried his face in his Master's neck and continued to sob; Severus continued to comfort his slave until the boy fell asleep in his arms. Severus then cradled him against his chest, rose to his feet, carried the naked sleeping slave to his bed and laid him on it. He pulled the covers up to the boy's chin, wiped the tears from his face, and turned and left the room. He had much to think on. He needed a drink, and he needed to talk to Lucius. Lunchtime could not arrive sooner than his liking.



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