Day 3
The soft glow of dawn filtered through the heavy drapes of the Gringotts private chambers, illuminating the remnants of the previous day's indulgences. Harry stirred, his body a symphony of aches and lingering sensations. He stretched cautiously, wincing slightly as his muscles protested the rigorous activities they had endured. He opened his eyes to find the Prince watching him, a possessive glint in his gaze.
"Awake, my little plaything?" the Prince purred, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Harry's spine. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Harry's in a gentle, teasing kiss. "Ready for another… stimulating… day?"
Harry groaned playfully, a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation swirling within him. He knew what the Prince meant, and the thought of another day of shared pleasure, of surrendering completely to the desires of others, both terrified and thrilled him.
"I…" he began, his voice still thick with sleep, but the Prince silenced him with a finger pressed gently against his lips.
"No need for words," the Prince murmured, his eyes locking with Harry's. "Just… obedience."
He then rose from the bed, his movements fluid and purposeful. He retrieved a fresh blindfold and gag from a nearby table, his gaze never leaving Harry's. He approached the bed, his touch gentle yet firm as he secured the blindfold and gag in place.
"Today," the Prince announced, his voice smooth and persuasive, "we… explore… the… depths… of… your… depravity."
He then led Harry from the bedchamber, through the silent corridors of Gringotts, to a different chamber, one that Harry hadn't seen before. This room was smaller, more intimate, with a low, padded platform in the center, surrounded by an assortment of intriguing implements. There were restraints of various kinds – leather cuffs, metal chains, even a set of what looked suspiciously like… stocks. The air in the room hummed with a subtle magical energy, a palpable sense of anticipation.
"This," the Prince explained, his voice a low rumble, "is… your… sanctuary… for… today."
He gestured towards the low, padded platform. "This… is… where… you… will… be… broken."
Harry, still blindfolded and gagged, his senses heightened by the anticipation, felt a flutter of nervousness mixed with a thrill of excitement. He was being offered up, presented as a spectacle, a source of pleasure for whomever the Prince chose to invite. The thought was both terrifying and incredibly arousing.
The Prince then produced a small, silver bell from his pocket. "This," he explained, his voice a husky whisper, "is… your… call. When… it… rings… you… will… know… it's… time… to… begin."
He placed the bell on a nearby table, its soft chime echoing through the silent chamber. He then turned his attention to Harry, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.
"Now," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper, "let's… prepare… you… for… your… suffering."
He reached out, his fingers tracing the outline of Harry's jaw, his touch lingering on his swollen lips. He then began to undress him, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch igniting a fresh wave of desire within Harry.
Harry stood there, naked and vulnerable, his body exposed to the Prince's gaze, his senses heightened by the blindfold and the gag. He felt a thrill of anticipation, a mixture of fear and excitement swirling within him.
The Prince then retrieved a small vial of shimmering liquid from a nearby table. "This," he explained, his voice a husky whisper, "will… enhance… your… sensitivity."
He applied the liquid to Harry's most sensitive areas, his touch lingering, teasing, igniting a fire within Harry's core. Harry gasped, his body already responding to the potion's effects, his skin tingling with a heightened awareness.
The Prince then stepped back, his eyes scanning Harry's body, his expression a mixture of admiration and possessive pride. "You… are… perfect," he murmured, his voice soft and tender. "A… masterpiece… of… desire… and… pain."
He then picked up the silver bell, its soft chime echoing through the chamber. "It's… time," he announced, his voice smooth and persuasive. "Your… tormentors… await."
He rang the bell, its delicate chime a signal, a summons, a call to pleasure… and pain. And then, the door opened, revealing the first of Harry's… guests… for the day. A hulking goblin, his eyes gleaming with lust, his expression a mixture of awe and anticipation. The day's activities had begun.
The hulking goblin, his gaze fixed on Harry's exposed form, approached the padded platform with a predatory grace. He circled Harry slowly, his gaze lingering on his swollen breasts, his marked skin, his vulnerable posture. He ran a thick finger down Harry's chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
"He is… magnificent," the goblin rumbled, his voice thick with lust. "Just as the Prince promised."
He then gestured towards a set of leather restraints that lay on the platform. "I want him… bound," he declared, his voice a low growl. "Completely… at… my… mercy."
The Prince, observing the scene with a detached amusement, nodded his approval. He gestured towards two other goblins who stood silently by the wall. "Assist him," he commanded, his voice smooth and persuasive.
The two goblins moved quickly and efficiently, their movements practiced and precise. They approached Harry, their touch rough and demanding as they secured his wrists and ankles to the leather restraints. Harry gasped, his body tensing involuntarily as he was pushed down onto the padded platform, his limbs spread wide, his vulnerability accentuated.
He was bound, naked and vulnerable, his body exposed to the goblin's gaze, his senses heightened by the blindfold and the gag. He felt a thrill of anticipation, a mixture of fear and excitement swirling within him.
The hulking goblin grinned, his teeth bared in a predatory smile. "Now," he growled, his voice thick with desire, "let's… have… some… fun."
He approached Harry, his gaze lingering on his exposed cock. He reached out, his fingers tracing the outline of Harry's shaft, his touch lingering, teasing, igniting a fire within Harry's core.
"You are… a… beautiful… creature," the goblin murmured, his voice a husky whisper. "A… perfect… vessel… for… my… pleasure."
He then began to move, his hips grinding against Harry's, his cock pressing against his groin. The friction sent waves of pleasure through Harry's body, his arousal intensifying with each thrust.
"You… like… this," the goblin hissed, his voice laced with a mixture of lust and dominance. "Don't… you? You… love… being… used… like… this."
Harry moaned against the gag, his body arching against the restraints, his hips lifting to meet the goblin's thrusts. He couldn't deny it. He did like it. He loved the feeling of being dominated, of being used, of being completely at the goblin's mercy. The goblin's cruelty, his insults, only fueled his arousal, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
"Yes," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Use… me… please."
The goblin chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Harry's spine. "As… you… wish," he growled.
He then began to fuck Harry, his movements rough and demanding, his pace relentless. Harry cried out, his body writhing against the restraints, his senses overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. The goblin's insults, his cruelty, only intensified the experience, pushing him closer and closer to the brink.
"You… are… a… whore," the goblin snarled, his voice a guttural growl. "A… filthy… little… whore… who… exists… only… to… please… me."
Harry moaned, his body trembling with pleasure. He was a whore, a toy, a vessel for the goblin's pleasure, and he loved it. He loved the feeling of being used, of being dominated, of being completely at the goblin's mercy.
The goblin continued his relentless assault, his thrusts becoming more and more forceful, his insults more and more cruel. Harry cried out again, his body arching against the restraints, his release a powerful surge that echoed through the chamber.
The goblin followed soon after, his own climax a guttural cry that mingled with Harry's moans. They collapsed against each other, their bodies intertwined, their breaths mingling.
The chamber was silent now, the only sound the soft beating of their hearts. Harry lay there, his body still trembling from the intense pleasure, his mind still reeling from the goblin's cruel words. He knew that the goblin's insults were just part of the game, a way to heighten the arousal, to push him to the edge. He also knew that beneath the cruelty, beneath the domination, there was a deep and abiding desire, a bond that transcended the games they played. And as he lay there, his body a testament to the goblin's passion, he knew that he wouldn't have it any other way.
The hulking goblin, his breathing slowing, his body still slick with sweat and the lingering traces of his climax, withdrew from Harry, his gaze lingering on the marks he had left on Harry's skin. He chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound that echoed through the chamber.
"You… are… a… delight," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "A… truly… remarkable… creature."
He then gestured towards the two goblins who had assisted him, their expressions still impassive, their eyes never leaving Harry's vulnerable form. "Release him," he commanded, his voice smooth and persuasive.
The two goblins moved quickly and efficiently, their movements practiced and precise. They approached Harry, their touch gentle yet firm as they unfastened the restraints, lowering him slowly to the ground. Harry's legs buckled slightly as his weight returned to them, his body still weak and trembling from the intense encounter.
The hulking goblin then stepped back, his gaze lingering on Harry's naked form. He reached into his pouch and retrieved a small vial of shimmering liquid. "A… little… something… to… soothe… your… aches," he explained, his voice a low rumble.
He approached Harry once more and applied the liquid to his most sensitive areas, his touch lingering, teasing, igniting a fresh wave of desire within Harry. Harry gasped, his body already responding to the potion's effects, his skin tingling with a heightened awareness.
"There," the goblin murmured, his voice soft and soothing. "That… should… do… it."
He then stepped back, his eyes scanning Harry's body, his expression a mixture of admiration and possessive pride. "You… are… perfect," he repeated, his voice soft and tender. "A… masterpiece… of… desire."
He then turned to the two goblins who had assisted him. "Prepare… him… for… the… next… guest," he commanded, his voice smooth and persuasive.
The two goblins bowed their heads in acknowledgement and then approached Harry once more. Their touch was rough and demanding as they secured him to a different set of restraints, this time positioning him on his hands and knees, his backside exposed and vulnerable.
Harry moaned against the gag, his body instinctively reacting to the new position, his arousal warring with his apprehension. He knew what was coming, and a mixture of fear and excitement filled him.
The hulking goblin then stepped back, his gaze lingering on Harry's exposed form. He smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "He… is… ready," he announced, his voice smooth and persuasive. "Let… the… games… continue."
He then turned and left the chamber, leaving Harry alone with the two goblins, his body trembling with anticipation. He was a glory hole, a vessel for pleasure, a canvas for desire, and he was about to be used, claimed, shared by a multitude of strangers. The thought both terrified and excited him, a potent cocktail of fear and anticipation swirling within him as he waited for the next… guest… to arrive. The day's activities were far from over.
The two goblins, their expressions unreadable, their movements precise, adjusted the restraints, ensuring Harry was positioned perfectly on his hands and knees, his backside presented in an invitation to the next encounter. They then stepped back, their gaze lingering on his exposed form, a mixture of professional detachment and a hint of something more… predatory… in their eyes.
The chamber door creaked open, revealing a new figure, a wiry goblin with sharp features and a cunning glint in his eyes. He surveyed Harry with a calculating gaze, his expression a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. He approached the platform slowly, his steps measured, his eyes never leaving Harry's vulnerable form.
"Intriguing," he murmured, his voice smooth and refined. "Truly… fascinating."
He circled Harry slowly, his gaze lingering on his marked backside, his swollen breasts, his exposed cock. He reached out, his fingers tracing the outline of the welts on his skin, his touch lingering, teasing, igniting a fresh wave of desire within Harry.
"He is… exquisite," the wiry goblin purred, his voice a husky whisper. "A… perfect… specimen… for… experimentation."
He then gestured towards a small table that sat beside the implements of torture. On it lay a collection of… devices… of various shapes and sizes. There were clamps, pincers, and other instruments that made Harry's breath catch in his throat. He knew what was coming, and a mixture of fear and excitement washed over him.
"I think," the wiry goblin purred, his voice laced with anticipation, "it's time… for… some… delicate… adjustments."
He picked up a small, metal clamp, its teeth gleaming in the soft light. He examined it with a playful smile, then turned to Harry, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "This," he announced, his voice a husky whisper, "is… going… to… be… interesting."
He then approached Harry, his movements slow and deliberate, teasing him with the anticipation of the coming pain. He carefully applied the clamp to one of Harry's nipples, his touch lingering, teasing, before finally tightening the screw. Harry gasped, his body tensing involuntarily as the clamp bit into his flesh. He cried out against the gag, his muffled cries a mixture of pain and surprise.
The wiry goblin chuckled, his eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement. "Just… a… little… pressure," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing.
He then picked up another clamp and applied it to Harry's other nipple, his movements precise and deliberate. Harry cried out again, his body arching against the restraints as the pain intensified.
The wiry goblin watched with fascination, his gaze lingering on Harry's flushed face, his swollen lips, his dilated eyes. He seemed to revel in Harry's discomfort, his pleasure a palpable presence in the chamber.
"You… are… so… sensitive," he purred, his voice a husky whisper. "It's… quite… remarkable."
He then began to adjust the screws on the clamps, tightening them slowly, deliberately, increasing the pressure on Harry's nipples. Harry moaned against the gag, his body trembling with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He was being tortured, tormented, pushed to his limits, and yet, a strange, perverse pleasure began to blossom within him.
The wiry goblin continued his meticulous work, his focus unwavering, his movements precise. He seemed to be exploring the delicate balance between pain and pleasure, pushing Harry to the very edge of his endurance, then pulling him back just before he broke.
"Such… exquisite… agony," the wiry goblin murmured, his voice a husky whisper. "You… are… a… true… masochist."
Harry moaned again, his body writhing against the restraints, his senses overwhelmed by the intense sensations. He was being broken down, stripped bare, his defenses shattered, leaving him completely vulnerable, completely open to the goblin's will.
And then, just as he was about to reach his breaking point, the wiry goblin stopped. His movements ceased, his breathing slowed, his gaze lingered on Harry's flushed face, his swollen lips, his dilated eyes.
"That's… enough… for… now," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing. "You've… been… a… good… boy."
He then carefully loosened the screws on the clamps, releasing the pressure on Harry's nipples. He then stepped back, his eyes scanning Harry's body, his expression a mixture of admiration and possessive pride.
"You… are… a… treasure," he whispered, his voice soft and tender. "A… truly… remarkable… creature."
He then turned to the two goblins who had assisted him. "Prepare… him… for… the… next… guest," he commanded, his voice smooth and persuasive.
The two goblins bowed their heads in acknowledgement and then approached Harry once more. Their touch was rough and demanding as they adjusted the restraints, ensuring he was positioned for whatever the next encounter might bring. Harry moaned against the gag, his body trembling with anticipation. The day's activities were far from over.
The wiry goblin, having explored the delicate balance of pain and pleasure with his clamps, stepped back, his gaze lingering on the now-tender and slightly swollen flesh of Harry's nipples. He seemed satisfied with his handiwork, a subtle hint of a smile playing on his lips. He placed the clamps back on the table, his movements precise and almost ritualistic.
"He is ready," he announced, his voice smooth and refined, addressing the unseen observer, the one who orchestrated these encounters, the one who held all the power. He then turned and left the chamber, leaving Harry once more in the hands of the two attendant goblins.
They approached Harry, their expressions unreadable, their touch a mixture of professional detachment and a hint of something more… anticipatory… as they adjusted the restraints. They shifted his position slightly, ensuring his backside was even more prominently displayed, his vulnerability accentuated. He moaned against the gag, his body trembling with a mixture of apprehension and a strange, burgeoning excitement.
The chamber door creaked open, revealing a new figure, a tall, muscular goblin with a scarred face and a gruff demeanor. He surveyed Harry with a predatory gaze, his expression a mixture of amusement and lust. He approached the platform slowly, his steps measured, his eyes never leaving Harry's vulnerable form.
"He is… acceptable," the scarred goblin declared, his voice rough and gravelly. "But… he… needs… to… be… broken… further."
He gestured towards a collection of implements that lay on the table beside the clamps and the paddles. There were chains, ropes, and a variety of other restraints that made Harry's breath hitch in his throat. He knew what was coming, and a mixture of fear and excitement washed over him.
"I will… ensure… his… complete… submission," the scarred goblin announced, his voice cold and authoritative. "He… will… learn… his… place."
The two attendant goblins nodded in acknowledgement and then approached Harry once more. Their touch was rough and demanding as they adjusted the restraints, ensuring he was securely positioned for the coming ordeal. Harry whimpered against the gag, his body instinctively tensing in anticipation.
The scarred goblin then retrieved a set of heavy chains from the table. He examined them with a critical eye, then turned to Harry, his gaze unwavering. "These," he explained, his voice devoid of emotion, "are… for… your… further… instruction."
He then approached Harry, his movements slow and deliberate, giving Harry ample time to anticipate the coming pain. He secured the chains around Harry's wrists and ankles, his touch rough and unyielding. Harry gasped against the gag, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement.
The scarred goblin then used the chains to suspend Harry from the ceiling, his body hanging limply, his backside exposed and vulnerable. Harry cried out against the gag, his body arching against the restraints. The pain was immediate, intense, but it was also… strangely… arousing.
The scarred goblin then retrieved a thick, leather flogger from the table. He examined it with a critical eye, then turned to Harry, his gaze unwavering. "This," he explained, his voice cold and precise, "is… for… your… continued… education."
He then raised the flogger, his movements slow and deliberate, giving Harry ample time to anticipate the coming pain. Harry whimpered against the gag, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement.
The scarred goblin then brought the flogger down, the multiple lashes tearing into Harry's backside, leaving a network of red welts in their wake. Harry cried out against the gag, his body arching against the restraints. The pain was sharp, searing, but it was also… strangely… arousing.
The scarred goblin continued, his movements rhythmic, his pace steady. The flogger lashed against Harry's skin, each strike leaving a new mark, each welt a testament to the goblin's rigid discipline. Harry cried out again and again, his muffled cries a mixture of pain and pleasure.
The scarred goblin's eyes never left Harry's body, his gaze lingering on the marks he was creating, the reactions they were eliciting. He was fascinated by Harry's vulnerability, his complete and utter submission.
"You… are… a… weak… creature," the scarred goblin murmured, his voice cold and precise. "You… must… learn… to… endure."
Harry moaned against the gag, his body trembling with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He couldn't deny it. He did love it. He loved the feeling of being dominated, of being punished, of being completely at the goblin's mercy. The pain, the humiliation, only fueled his arousal, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
The scarred goblin continued his relentless assault, the flogger lashing against Harry's backside, each strike more forceful, more precise. Harry cried out again and again, his body writhing against the restraints, his senses overwhelmed by the intense sensations.
And then, just as he was about to reach his breaking point, the scarred goblin stopped. His movements ceased, his breathing slowed, his gaze lingered on Harry's marked backside.
"That… is… sufficient," he murmured, his voice cold and precise. "For… now."
He then lowered the flogger, his touch gentle as he examined the damage he had inflicted. He then stepped back, his eyes scanning Harry's body, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and professional detachment.
"He… is… ready," he announced, his voice smooth and persuasive. "For… the… next… guest."
He then turned and left the chamber, leaving Harry once more in the hands of the two attendant goblins. They approached him, their touch rough and demanding as they adjusted the restraints, ensuring he was positioned for whatever the next encounter might bring. Harry moaned against the gag, his body trembling with anticipation. The day's activities were far from over.
The relentless cycle of encounters continued, each goblin bringing their own unique desires and methods to the chamber. Harry, his senses overwhelmed, his body a canvas for their lusts, endured thirteen more encounters that day. He was stretched, filled, and used in ways that pushed the boundaries of his endurance, his cries muffled by the gag, his moans a testament to his submission.
He was whipped, paddled, and flogged, his skin a tapestry of welts and bruises. He was clamped, pinched, and probed, his body a playground for their explorations. He was bound, suspended, and restrained, his vulnerability a source of endless fascination.
He was fucked by goblins of all shapes and sizes, their cocks filling him, stretching him, leaving him aching and wanting more. He was used by creatures with strange appendages and unusual desires, his body a vessel for their alien lusts. He was even subjected to the attentions of a particularly adventurous goblin who insisted on milking him while he was being fucked, the combination of sensations pushing him to the very brink of madness.
Through it all, Harry endured, his body and mind pushed to their limits. He cried out, he moaned, he begged, his muffled pleas falling on deaf ears. He was a glory hole, a milk cow, a cum receptacle, and he was being used as such, his body a testament to the goblins' insatiable desires.
As the day drew to a close, the encounters began to slow, the stream of bodies ebbing away. Harry, his body aching, his mind reeling, lay bound to the platform, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He was exhausted, spent, his senses overloaded, yet a lingering spark of arousal still flickered within him.
Finally, the chamber door opened, and the familiar scent of the Prince filled the air. Harry felt a gentle touch on his cheek, a familiar caress that sent a shiver down his spine. He knew it was the Prince, and a wave of relief washed over him.
The Prince untied the ropes that bound Harry to the platform, his touch tender and careful. He removed the blindfold and gag, allowing Harry's eyes to adjust to the soft light of the chamber. He then gently helped Harry to sit up, his movements slow and deliberate, his gaze filled with a mixture of amusement and concern.
"You… were… magnificent," the Prince murmured, his voice soft and soothing. "Truly… remarkable."
Harry looked at the Prince, his eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion, gratitude, and lingering arousal. He knew that the day had been… intense… but he also knew that he had enjoyed it, every overwhelming, exhilarating moment.
The Prince then helped Harry to his feet, his touch lingering on his skin, igniting a fresh wave of desire within him. He noticed Harry's distended belly, swollen with the accumulated fluids of the day's encounters. He chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down Harry's spine.
"You… are… quite… full," the Prince observed, his gaze lingering on Harry's swollen belly. "Perhaps… a… little… rest… is… in… order."
He then led Harry to the bedchamber, the opulent space a welcome respite from the day's activities. He helped Harry to undress, his touch lingering on his skin, igniting a fresh wave of desire within him.
They lay together on the bed, their bodies intertwined, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating in unison. The Prince gently stroked Harry's swollen belly, his touch soothing and comforting.
"Rest… my… little… plaything," the Prince murmured, his voice soft and tender. "You… have… earned… it."
Harry closed his eyes, his body relaxing into the Prince's embrace. He felt safe, secure, loved. The day's activities were finally over, but the memories, the sensations, the emotions, would linger long into the night, a testament to the complex, unconventional bond that existed between them.