Commissioned by Lexel!
Brief Explanation— An Overpowered OC who can read every existing fiction in the universe learns about Harley Potter and decides to change her fate… a fate worse than the original.
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"Harley Potter…?
A faint voice echoed in the void.
A strange, distorting human figure cast a white shadow in the endless black. The void had no beginning, and at the same time, it had no end.
All life was part of the void, but it could never exist within the void itself.
Yet, a mysterious figure appeared today.
The tall distorting figure had a book floating in front of him. Pages blurred, turning at speeds impossible to keep up. Certainly an odd sight.
"A distorted timeline… huh?" The figure muttered, its indifferent draconian eyes flashing with an icy chill as it read through this new timeline, new 'story'.
The distorted figure began to tremble and the book that had been turning with astonishing speed froze, as if time had stilled. Then… it began to reverse.
One by one, pages flashed as the book reached its beginning… yet it didn't stop. An Observer would never be bound by mere time. Pages that hadn't existed before appeared, and time within the book reversed.
A faint light shot out from the distorted figure, vanishing into the book that had settled into an eerie calm.
"Fate…"
A silent whisper drifted in the void.
…
Boom!
Crackle!
It was late at night as thunderclouds rumbled in the sky. The clouds churned with ferocity unlike ever before.
"Looks like it'll be a stormy night," Vernon murmured.
"Mmh." A low hum of agreement echoed from beside him. Vernon slowly turned his head and eyed his beautiful wife applying moisturiser on her hands.
Petunia had aged.
Crow eyes had graced her features and her skin wasn't as lustrous as it had been in their youth. Yet, she held a mature charm that quite often stirred Vernon's desires. Considering the rumbling thunder Vernon felt his thoughts grow lustful.
"Dear… how about tonight we—"
"Hmph! I'm tired, some other day." Petunia glanced at Vernon from the corner of her eyes, a flicker of disdain shadowing within them. Just looking at his sweaty fat face killed any desire in her.
She finished moisturising her hands and quickly pulled the covers over her, going to sleep.
Vernon remained frozen in place. Anger etched his face sensing his wife's distaste. What had he done wrong? Just because he'd gotten a bit fatter he wasn't attractive anymore?
As rage festered within his heart he snorted angrily before getting up and walking out of the room. Petunia didn't pay him attention, she knew he'd come to his senses soon after a quick smoke.
After Dudley had been born she had immediately forced him to stop smoking. Of course, she knew it was impossible to fully stop him but as long as he didn't smoke in hers or Dudley's presence she could ignore it.
…
"Huuuh", Vernon inhaled the cigarette smoke, a familiar sense of stinging washing over his lungs. It made him slightly calmer than when he left the room in a fit of rage.
But he was still angry.
Crackle! Rumble!
A thunderclap erupted in the sky, startling Vernon.
"What is it with today? Fuckin' hell." He grumbled, his cock still hard from earlier. Vernon frowned, bad weather and masturbation…
Did he really have to resort to that?
Just then his gaze drifted from the kitchen to the small bedroom in the corner.
Vernon froze.
His scowl deepened.
Years ago, she had been dropped at the front door of his house. The child of his wife's sister. And his wife's sister was a Wizard. A detestable Wizard.
Vernon hated Wizards.
He hated anything that wasn't normal and the daughter of his wife's sister was no different.
Bastard born, he cursed inwardly. It wasn't like he could discard her. He hated Wizards but he also feared them. The letter had a clear warning that no harm should come to her.
As his thoughts about Harley churned, his cock twitched for a brief second, reminding him of why he was exactly smoking a cigarette in the dead of the night in his kitchen.
If I'm not wrong she turned 9 last year?
Vernon couldn't believe where his thoughts were leading him. His cock strained against his pants.
Realistically she's just an orphan being raised by us, Vernon murmured as he walked towards the small bedroom with heavy steps.
He opened the door and walked inside, his eyes falling onto the small child wearing old, oversized clothes.
Pale moonlight streamed through the window, falling onto her small fair face, illuminating it. She was an orphan under her care. No one would ask about her, nor would anyone care about her.
Vernon gulped.
Was he really about to do this?
This could ruin my life. Vernon, what the hell are you thinking!? His thoughts were rational but his body was dishonest. He didn't retreat nor did he step forward. A coward through and through.
He remained standing still for an unknown period of time when suddenly—
"Uncle Vernon?" A soft voice echoed, a voice so gentle it seemed to drip with honey.
Vernon lost it.
"Uncle— AAAAH!?"
Vernon suddenly lunged forward, clamping a hand on the trembling Harley. Her terrified emerald eyes looked at him with confusion and horror.
Does he want to kill me? Harley felt despair creep into her heart. Despite being only nine years old she could clearly feel the hatred this foster family had for her, especially her aunt.
But her horror turned into confusion when she noticed Vernon simply kept her mouth shut but didn't make any other moves. His eyes burned with an inexplicable greedy light, a light Harley didn't understand yet.
Fuck!
Vernon couldn't control himself. Consequences be damned!
His hand shot towards Harley, intending to strip her when suddenly he froze mid-air.
No matter what he did his hand couldn't move forward.
What the fuck?
Move! Move goddammit!
Just then he noticed the look in Harley's eyes. It was one of extreme astonishment and confusion. Bewilderness he had never seen before in her eyes. But she wasn't looking at him…?
He studied her eyes and realised where her gaze was fixed.
Something… is something behind me?
But Vernon's body refused to move.
Harley didn't understand what was going on, she pulled Vernon's hand off her mouth and leapt off her bed, retreating into the corner.
She fell into a daze looking at the stranger who had suddenly appeared behind Vernon.
It was human.
But Harley couldn't tell whether it was a he or a she. She assumed it was a man considering his chest had no protrusions unlike Aunt Petunia.
Long white hair cascaded down his back and facial features that were sharp yet paradoxically soft…. Androgynous features that made it hard for Harley to look away from him.
So pretty…
The thought had just flashed in her mind when— boom!
Blood splattered everywhere. Uncle Vernon's head exploded like a watermelon.
…What?
Warm blood splashed on her face and brain matter erupted everywhere. But Harley didn't even have time to process what had happened when suddenly time reversed. She had just blinked in confusion and horror when Uncle Vernon's head was back in place.
Harley saw Uncle Vernon fall onto the floor headfirst, at best unconscious.
Then, the stranger turned towards her, his eyes blood red pupils with three tomoe connected in a pinwheel-like design with three swirling, curved triangles spiraling around the pupils.
Harley felt a chill go down her spine.
…
Reske Barthomeloi curbed his killing intent.
The rage in his heart towards the fat pig on the ground made him instantly kill him at first, twisting all his brain matter from within using Kamui and cancelling it at the last minute, causing his skull to explode.
But Reske knew better.
For death would be mercy.
And those who touched what he wanted or belonged to him would suffer a fate worse than death.
The Mangekyo Sharingan in his eyes stopped pinning as a faint glow appeared in his eyes. Time rewound and Vernon was back to life, albeit unconscious.
Reske turned towards Harley who was trembling in the corner. She looked just like he had imagined. How could mere words accurately define a character's true beauty?
She was small, so small she'd barely reach his waist. Her frightened expression caused a flicker of lust to form in his heart.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
With faint steps, he approached the small child. She was afraid, very afraid. Reske bent his knees, cornering Harley into the corner.
"W-Who are you?" Harley choked out, not sure if the earlier scene was just a hallucination. Who was this… man(?).
"You're a sad child, Harley."
"M-me?" Harley had somewhat calmed down, it didn't seem like this mysterious stranger wanted to hurt her, though her curiosity was stirred, "Sad?"
She tilted her head in confusion.
Reske looked at her softly, a hint of pity in his eyes.
He raised his hand and Harley followed his movements. Just then, a soft light erupted from his palm, settling into a rectangular holographic screen.
"Would you like to know what would have happened in the future had I decided not to intervene?" Reske's voice remained soft, luring Harley into deceptive affection.
The nine-year-old suspected nothing, nor did she understand the motives of the man in front of her. As a child, all she heard was a magical way to see into the future.
"Mister… does magic exist?"
Muggles rarely knew of the existence of Wizards. For a 'normal' child like Harley, just seeing light erupt from his palm caused her eyes to sparkle with excitement.
Her innocence made Reske's lips curl further, the more pure she was the greater his joy when he broke her.
"Yes, magic exists Harley. What I'm going to show you now is going to be… sad."
Harley was a smart child, her eyes drooped slightly, "Mister, are you saying I have a sad future?"
Harley didn't receive an answer instead the screen floating above Reske's hand began to glow and images appeared. Harley saw everything happen like watching a movie.
She saw Vernon rush into her room and forcefully undress her. Harley saw that she was trying to scream but Vernon kept her mouth shut. She cried, she pleaded but Vernon ignored her and undressed before…
Harley's eyes widened, horror flickering within her pupils seeing the movement between the two individuals on the screen. She saw her despair and his wicked enjoyment.
Thankfully Reske fast-forwarded the scene for her, not intending to watch this himself lest he turn the unconscious man into meat-paste immediately.
Harley saw herself on the screen sobbing, whimpering in pain as Vernon dressed and left with a satisfied smile. But it didn't end there. Vernon began using her every day. Eventually, the Dursleys found out. Harley thought Aunt Petunia would speak out for her but all she saw was anger towards Vernon and hatred towards her. At the same time, her life turned worse as Dudley demanded to use Harley as well which Vernon readily agreed to.
Harley saw her daily life in fast-forward.
She saw herself being raped by Vernon and Dudley every day.
She saw herself being gang-raped by Dudley and his friends.
Then!
The scene suddenly shifted and it showed that she was holding a letter with the symbol "H" on it. There were no sounds coming from the hologram so Harley wasn't sure what was going on but she saw the nervous expressions of the Dursleys.
She saw them wandering with fear and anger as the letters kept arriving until one day a burly man appeared, taking her away from the Dursleys.
Harley thought that was a good thing.
But then she saw herself arrive in a pub bustling with a crowd. Harley didn't understand why she was traveling with the burly man or why they had come to a pub.
But the next scene shattered her dreams.
The burly man seemed to have forgotten about her as she was ravaged and gang-raped by the crowd.
Then… the images began to fade away and the hologram disappeared.
Harley remained frozen in shock at what she had just witnessed. Was this going to be her life from now on? Used and abused by almost everyone she came across?
Why were they constantly wanting to shove that thing between their legs inside of her hole? Why did it give them pleasure when clearly she was in pain and afraid?
Her beautiful gem-like emerald eyes glistened with tears, turning red like blood. She lifted her head and stared at the stranger who was showing her the future.
"Sob… M-Mister, please save me. Please I don't want to go through all that. Hic… hic." Tears streamed down her face as she grabbed the hem of his pants, "Hic… Why do I have to be so sad? I-I-I just want to be happy…"
Reske softly patted her head, "It's fine, it's fine. I've come here for exactly that. Harley, do you want me to change your fate?"
Harley looked at him with hopeful watery eyes.
"Y-yes."
Swish!
A parchment appeared out of thin air. Whatever magic was keeping it suspended in the air disappeared as it slowly floated towards Harley. She somewhat hesitantly grabbed the paper and saw a few lines of text on it.
[From today onwards, till the day Harley Potter dies, she shall be the sole property of Reske Barthomeloi. She will obey all of Reske Barthomeloi's orders. The entirety of Harley Potter shall be of Reske Barthomeloi, including her soul, memory and possessions.
In exchange, Reske Barthomeloi will guarantee no harm shall ever come to Harley from anyone besides himself. She shall receive full protection and care from Reske Barthomeloi, including housing, food and clothes.
Signature of agreement— Harley Potter]
"Sign beneath your name, Harley. Then your fate shall change. No stranger will touch you without my permission anymore. You can attend school, play with your friends and have all kinds of tasty food. You can sleep warm, you can sleep soundly and you can sleep in a comfortable bed." Reske whispered, "All you have to do is sign, Harley."
Harley felt her head spin. Her small little hands gripped the paper as she looked at Reske nervously, "Mister… if I sign this do I belong to you and have to listen to everything you say?"
"If you're not my property Harley I have no reason to help you." Reske spoke coldly, "You have nothing but obedience to offer in exchange for the help I shall give you."
Harley bit her lower lip. She wasn't old enough to care about the complexities of the contract or ponder over how exploitative it was. She just had one worry.
"Mister Reske… will you… do you want to do that to Harley too?"
"Yes." Reske nodded immediately.
Harley's face paled. She wanted to scream, to throw the paper and declare that he was just as bad as the bad guys on the screen earlier.
But.
"Your choice is either to serve me, or live a miserable life being forced by countless others." Reske's eyes turned colder, "Don't make a mistake Harley." He warned.
Harley felt her vision blur as tears streamed down her face. Her lips parted as she whimpered out-
"O-okay."
She didn't know what exactly or how worse being under Reske's care would be but the little child reasoned it couldn't possibly be worse than what was originally going to happen to her.
So… she signed the contract.
Harley had escaped her original fate.
She had successfully jumped from one hell…
…into another.
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"Whaaaaa!"
Harley shot up from her bed. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, panting heavily. She hurriedly looked around but didn't see the man she was searching for.
Her eyes dimmed slightly.
"Was it a dream…?" The child wondered innocently.
Her eyes reddened before she hurriedly shook her head, "Then the future he showed was also fake. I'll definitely be happy in the future. I'll be happy!" She slapped her cheeks together before getting out of bed.
A faint yawn escaped her as she tiptoed to open the door and step out. The sun hadn't risen yet. Harley had to wake up before the Dursleys and clean the house thoroughly before they woke up.
If she ever missed this duty Aunt Petunia would starve her for a day.
Harley hated hunger.
She quickly stepped outside and headed towards the bathroom to pee when she suddenly froze in shock. The Dursleys' house wasn't large but it wasn't small either.
Harley couldn't believe what she was seeing.
A chill went down her spine.
On the front wall of the living room. There was a glass portrait. A portrait so large it covered the entire wall. And inside the glass of the portrait was… Uncle Vernon. He was squished inside, his skin and limbs stretching towards the edge of the portrait as if trying to seek release.
What creeped our Harley the most was his restless desperate eyes. His pupils were screaming at her for help. The despair in his eyes was even worse than what she had seen in the eyes of the holographic Harley.
They looked at her, pleading, begging and Harley didn't know what to do.
"What's wrong?"
"Aah!?" Harley whirled around at the sudden voice, her eyes meeting a pair of menacing blood-red eyes.
"Mr. Reske…?" Harley voiced out before hurriedly grabbing harm, "Look at Uncle Vernon! He's in so much pain!" Ultimately, she still hadn't suffered yet.
Her heart was still kind.
But Reske was not.
"And?" He tilted his head, as if not understanding her concern.
"But! But!" Harley looked at Vernon, his twitching fingers, his trembling pupils. It caused her to shiver.
"Ah… is he bothering you?" Suddenly Reske clapped his hands together, as if understanding her. The moment his hands touched the glass portrait that held Vernon began to turn dark before becoming completely black.
It was as if Vernon had never been there.
But Harley could still sense him, trapped, alone and afraid. Her heart churned with mercy but the scenes from the hologram caused her to pause.
"He…"
"Remember when they trapped you in the cupboard for hours as punishment?" Reske patted her head, "Consider this similar."
"Ah?" Harley remembered the fearful times she had to spend alone and the flicker of mercy in her heart began to fade away.
If it were similar to being stuck in the cupboard then it should be fine. It wasn't painful, just very lonely.
Looking at her shifting facial expression Reske smiled, he wouldn't tell her the amount of torture Vernon was going through. Vernon's organs were in a perpetual state of destruction and reconstruction.
Reske first killed Vernon and emptied his body. He then stuffed him inside the glass portrait he created through magic. The glass was specially made to be indestructible. So after stuffing Vernon inside he revived him, causing him to be trapped in an eternal hell of pain and suffering… forever.
"Did you want to go to the bathroom?"
"Ah!" Harley blushed, embarrassed, "Y-yes."
"Come with me." Reske grabbed her hand and led her towards the bedroom. Harley had no choice but to follow him.
She noticed they were headed towards the Master Bedroom where Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia slept.
Entering the room Reske led her to the bathroom and Harley blushed, her face turning red. Is he going to enter with me?
As they walked inside the bathroom Harley suffered from another shock. A woman was tied to the walls of the bathroom with handcuffs in a kneeling position as her hands were stretched to their sides.
"Strip."
"Huh?" Harley turned towards Reske but looking at his cold eyes she dared not disobey, the sight of Vernon from earlier still haunted her.
She slipped the oversized clothes off in one go, becoming completely naked. Her small petite figure caused Reske's blood to flow towards his cock. Her small budding nipples and the hairless little cunt that she was trying to hide stirred his desires.
He scooped Harley into his arms much to her bewilderment and embarrassment. Then he walked towards the chained woman. The woman had an O-ring that kept her mouth open and a blindfold on her eyes.
"Mmmmmhhh!!!"
"Mmmph!!!"
The woman made strange noises, her voice unintelligible.
Yet that didn't stop Harley from recognising her. It was Aunt Petunia!
Harley shuddered as her naked body felt a chill in Reske's hands, "Mr. Reske, Aunt Petunia she—"
"Call me Master." Reske interrupted her as he stood in front of Petunia with Harley in his arms. "Since you belong to me now, I'm your owner. So get used to your place as a slave now. Okay, Harley?"
"...Master." Harley whimpered as she tried to struggle out of his hands.
"This is our toilet from now on. If you need to pee you'll use her mouth. And for the other business use the real toilet."
"But this is… so cruel." Harley felt her embarrassment growing. Pissing in someone's mouth! A strange thing she had never even thought of.
Just then Harley felt Reske's fingers climb towards her little pussy. He kept her upright using her armpits and his fingers stretched the small pussy lips.
"Go on. Don't waste time."
Harley shuddered as she felt his fingers caress her pussy lips, the sensation caused her to immediately let go of the fluid she was holding back. A stream of clear fluid exited her pussy and entered Aunt Petunia's mouth.
Gargle! Gargle!
The clear dirty sounds caused Harley's face to redden in embarrassment. She had just pissed inside Aunt Petunia's mouth!
The same Aunt who always bullied her and tortured her through starvation.
A perverse sense of satisfaction arose in her innocent little heart. A voice that went, serves you right. Her hatred for Aunt Petunia was way higher than Vernon's.
…
After coming out of the bathroom Harley rushed to the living room where she had dropped her clothes.
Staying naked for so long had made her uncomfortable.
But suddenly she noticed the clothes were gone.
She looked confused when she noticed Reske behind her.
"Harley." He called out, "It's Sunday right? Since you're not going anywhere today I'll teach you how to be a perfect slave for your Master, okay?"
"But—"
Slap!
"First rule: you cannot question me in any form or manner. My words are law and to be followed immediately."
The stinging pain in her cheek jolted Harley awake. Her eyes reddened as she lowered her head in pain.
"Y-yes." She whimpered out.
"Second rule: inside this house clothes are unnecessary for you. You'll only be allowed clothes when exiting the house."
Harley trembled.
"Third rule…" Reske paused as he smiled, unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall to the floor, "Your first task the moment you open your eyes every day is to consume my essence. Your day cannot start without this and if it does…"
Harley didn't hear a word. Her eyes were transfixed on the raging rod that was the size of her arm. The grotesque veins around it pulsed menacingly.
Reske stepped closer and gripped the back of her head, fingers digging into her scalp. He forced her down to her knees. The floor was hard against her skin.
He slapped his monstrous cock on top of her face, the heat jolting her out of her daze.
"Mr. Res—" His glare caused her to shiver, "M-Master… please no. It'll hurt so much. P-please."
The response she received was disappointing.
Slap!
"First rule: My words are law…. Open your mouth."
Hic. Hic.
She parted her lips, shaking and crying. He pushed in without waiting. The head stretched her jaw wide, painful from the start. His cock barely fit inside her mouth as the warm flesh clamped around him.
He kept going, hitting the back of her throat and making her gag hard. Spit ran down her chin as he held her there, her tongue writhing around in panic, lapping at his cock sloppily.
"Breathe through your nose."
She tried, but he started thrusting, each push deeper, forcing her throat to open. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in, but he didn't slow. Her throat burned raw. Tears streamed down her face.
He used her for minutes, hips slamming forward until her nose pressed against him. When he came, it flooded her throat in thick spurts as she choked, swallowing desperately to avoid drowning in it yet some still leaked from the corners of her mouth.
He pulled out slowly. Her jaw ached, lips swollen. She coughed, strings of cum and spit dropping to the floor.
Suddenly, Reske grabbed her arm and yanked her up. The sudden pull made her shoulder scream. He dragged her to the couch and bent her over the armrest, chest pressed into the cushion.
"Punishment for breaking Rule 1… Rape."
He kicked her feet apart. Without any warning, he lined up and shoved in from behind!
She was dry; the intrusion felt like tearing. Harley screamed into the leather, the sound muffled. He buried himself fully in one thrust, hips slamming against her ass. Her virgin hole clamped around his cock in frenzy, doing its best to secrete juices to avoid injuries.
The shape of his cock became visible through her stomach every time he slammed his cock to the hilt.
Harley felt like she couldn't breathe. Her face was pressed into the couch, each breath barely coming in. She felt the insides of her body rattle.
It hurts! It hurt so much!
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The pain was sharp, spreading through her whole lower body. Every thrust scraped raw inside her. She clawed at the couch, knuckles white, sobbing with each impact.
He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and kept going, fast and brutal. Her body jerked forward with every slam. Blood mixed with her wetness; she felt it trickle down her thigh. Her pussy's desperate attempt to save itself.
He didn't stop until he finished again, pushing deep and holding there as he emptied inside her. He didn't immediately exit her, keeping his cock buried to the hilt inside. He wrapped one hand around Harley's bare breasts and pinched her nipples causing her to wince.
"I'm s-sorry Master! I'm sorry I won't question you again please forgive me sob sob," She cried out in pain and Reske pulled out.
When he pulled out, she collapsed over the armrest, shaking, barely able to breathe through the pain. Cum leaked out from her abused pussy.
Harley stayed draped over the armrest, legs shaking, a slow trickle of blood and cum running down the inside of her thigh. Her insides felt torn and swollen, every small movement sent a fresh stab of pain through her. She couldn't hold back the quiet, broken sobs that caused her shoulders to tremble.
Reske pulled away fully and stood behind her. The sudden emptiness made her clench involuntarily, and the burn worsened.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her upper body upright. Her spine protested as she cried out.
"Fourth rule," he said, voice flat, "After every time I fuck you, any hole, you lick me clean. All of it. You don't stop until I'm spotless. Understand?"
He dragged her down to the floor by her hair.
She landed hard on her knees once again, the impact jarring her bruised hips. Fresh tears spilt as he shoved his softening but still slick length toward her face. It was coated in her blood and his cum, the smell sharp and metallic.
"Start now."
Harley hesitated for half a second. His grip tightened, pulling her scalp. Harley panicked, her small dainty fingers grabbing his cock. Even using two hands she couldn't wrap them around completely.
So hot!
The heat itself made her almost recoil.
Her heart churned with disgust as she looked at the dirty cock. Regret began to gnaw on her. Why had she ever agreed to this? Why did she have to go through this? Why! Why! Why!
Yet she didn't dare blurt out her feelings. The stinging pain in her little pussy made her want to cry even more.
She opened her mouth and leaned forward. The taste hit her immediately. Salt, copper, and the thick bitterness of his spend. She gagged but forced her tongue out, licking along the shaft from base to tip. The mess smeared across her lips and chin.
Reske looked at the little girl working around his cock, licking it like ice cream and he felt his erection become harder. The sheer stimulus made him want to do worse.
He held her head steady and made her work slowly, long, flat strokes of her tongue over every inch, cleaning the veins, the head, and the slit where more leaked out. When she missed a spot near the base, he pushed her face into it, smearing it across her cheek before pulling her back to lick again.
Suddenly her stomach churned.
She retched once, but nothing came up. He didn't let her pull away until he was completely clean and starting to harden again from her tongue.
Only then did he release her hair. She collapsed forward, palms on the floor, gasping and spitting quietly, trying to get the taste out of her mouth.
It didn't work.
Reske zipped up his pants and looked down at her.
"Good," he said. "Remember that taste, Harley."
He turned and walked toward the kitchen, leaving her on the floor, shaking and bleeding.
He left her there for only a minute, long enough for the kitchen tap to run and stop. When he came back, he carried a glass of water in one hand. He set it on the coffee table, out of her reach, and crouched in front of her.
Harley was still on her hands and knees, forehead almost touching the floor, thighs slick with blood-tinged cum. Every breath made her swollen pussy throb, a hot, aching pulse that refused to fade away.
He hooked two fingers under her chin and lifted her face. Her eyes were red, lips puffy and shining with spit and residue. The 9-year-old looked ruined, and the sight made his cock twitch again behind the zipper.
His hand slid down her throat, over her collarbone, and cupped one small breast. The nipple was already hard from pain and cold air. He rolled it between thumb and finger, slowly, then pinched hard.
Harley gasped, a broken little sound, and her back arched.
A fresh trickle of arousal slipped from her sore entrance and joined the mess on her thighs. She hated how her body answered him.
Reske noticed. His mouth curved. He understood why. This alternate reality was fundamentally broken. It was a parallel universe born for Harley to get raped, to be a cumbucket. Otherwise, there was no explanation as to why every single person she met wanted to rape her and why even while getting raped Harley would always become so wet.
At first, Reske thought it was a girl's biological defence to fend off the pain but the way her pussy lips were quivering and dripping with arousal just from him rubbing her nipples…
"Even after I tore you open, your cunt still wants more huh…"
He stood, unzipped again, and pulled his half-hard cock free. It glistened faintly from her earlier cleaning, but the scent of sex still clung to him.
It was time to train her properly.
"Come here." He said, slowly jerking himself to full erection.
Harley's eyes were full of fear.
"C-can I cancel the contract?" She blurted out.
She didn't want this. She'd deal with her future on her own. She hated this.
The response she received was his cock slamming back into her pussy.
Reske fucked Harley for hours. Time blurred as he raped her around everywhere in the house. Whether it was the kitchen, the living room or in the garden of the house where Harley feared someone would see her.
Whenever her body felt like giving up he would reverse time bringing her back to full recovery before pounding her pussy to oblivion again.
During the process of exploring the house with a cock buried inside of her, thrashing against her womb again and again Harley also noticed another portrait in the basement, explaining the absence of Dudley.
…
They fucked for the entire day as night fell.
Reske grabbed the exhausted, mind-fucked little girl and threw her on the bed before mounting her. By now her pussy had adapted to the length and shape of his cock, becoming his personal pocket-pussy. His fingers dug into her petite little ass, leaving marks as his balls slapped against her.
The room was filled with the stench of sex and debauchery.
Harley had been reduced to a bumbling mess. She forgot her name, who she was and what she was supposed to do. All she knew was that her pussy belonged on his cock and her sole purpose in life was to please him.
"Tha…nk you, Mawster! Thwank you, Mashter! Thank you, Master! Thank you, Mashter! Thank you, Mashter!"
As Reske came inside her one last time, Harley carried out Rule 5: Always thank Master for his grace.
With that, Reske grabbed Harley into a hug, pulling her into the cover with him.
"Good girl. Let's sleep, we'll be together for a long time now after all."
His words caused a faint shudder to erupt across her body. She sobbed silently as he grabbed her ass and pulled her deeper into his crotch before he fell asleep.
Rule 6: As his personal pocket-pussy she couldn't let her Master's cock stay empty at night. Her pussy would be used as a sleeve for his cock's nightly rest.
Harley could only do her best to not move subconsciously, feeling the cock buried inside of her. Any tiny movement would cause her pussy to ache with renewed pleasure.
Fear coursed through her, stopping her from fully feeling the pleasure.
Because Rule 7 dictated she couldn't masturbate or pleasure herself on her own. Any orgasm without permission would result in brutal face-fucking.
Harley was barely able to sleep throughout the night.
She wondered how her life would've been if she had simply refused this demon's offer.
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Two years passed.
The Dursleys disappeared. No one knew about their whereabouts. For the first few months, this became the talk of the town.
Especially considering little Harley was living alone in the house.
But thankfully an older distant cousin had arrived to take care of her.
So no one bothered Harley and her 'distant cousin'.
At school, with Dudley's disappearance, the bullying of Harley immediately disappeared. A few kids even seem frightened by her but no one seems to understand why.
Harley had become the most popular girl at school, finally having the chance to shine.
Due to certain 'rules', she wasn't allowed to make male friends or even have a hint of physical contact with them. Even a simple handshake… Harley knew the consequences.
This cemented her attitude as an extremely arrogant princess. Partly due to her sudden aloof nature but also her new clothes, new behaviour and clearly rich 'distant cousin'.
…
It was just another day as Harley chatted with her female friends at school. She talked and engaged with a cheerful smile, clearly enjoying her time.
School ended and they parted ways, with Harley heading back to No. 4, Pivet Road.
It didn't take long for her as she walked as slowly as possible. Any abnormal 'delay' in coming home would be quantified as a broken rule. So, Harley could only do her best this way.
Two years had passed since that demon had arrived in her house.
Two years… Harley's pussy subconsciously began to twitch, her underwear growing wet in public. For two years… Every. Single. Day.
She was brutally raped. She had to suck his cock and drink his cum whenever she felt thirsty.
Whenever she ate something she had to jerk his cock off and add his cum as dressing to her food.
Sometimes he used her like Aunt Petunia. Harley often woke up with Reske's cock in her mouth and a stream of piss going down her throat. The taste and smell always made her gag but letting a single drop out would result in another dry rape.
It didn't matter if she was sleeping. Oftentimes she woke up with a searing pain in her womb only to find him thrusting against her with full force. To the outside world, she had become a haughty princess but Harley knew the truth.
She stopped outside the gate of the house.
The moment she stepped inside her status would change.
She was his private property.
And that was exactly the case.
She entered the house, finding him sitting on the couch reading something. Harley immediately stripped, throwing her clothes away before crawling towards him on all fours.
Reske looked at the naked little girl on all fours before returning his attention to the new book he was reading.
Harley was used to this. She bowed her head and began licking his feet. Her small little tongue worked along his feet before she let out a small noise.
"Woof! Woof!" She barked. Her voice was cute, especially as she let her tongue flap out of her mouth, saliva dripping onto the carpet.
"Hmm?" Reske understood, "You're thirsty? Get to work then, little puppy."
"Woof! Woof!" Harley barked in response, sounding happy. She licked his crotch through his pants, pressing her face against his throbbing cock. The intense musky smell caused her cute little nose to twitch.
She pulled his cock out and immediately began sucking on it. She bobbed her head as he continued reading. Her tongue worked on his underside as she choked on his cock.
A few minutes of desperate sucking resulted in Reske's cock twitching. Harley knew what was about to come.
She did her best to take his cock to the base but it was simply too big.
"Enough."
Just then, Reske raised his hand.
He picked up the glass of water and grabbed his cock, yanking it out of her mouth with a wet pop. He aimed his cock at the water glass and came inside it. He swirled the glass, mixing it well before looking towards the stunned Harley.
"Open."
Harley obeyed immediately, stretching her tongue out like a bitch in heat. She gulped greedily as the water mixed with cum flowed down her throat.
"Here, a letter arrived for you today." At the same time, Reske dropped an open letter to the ground. A dog couldn't use its hands after all.
Harley was bewildered.
She noticed the large "H" symbol.
The letter from the future?
Before she could read it, Reske stepped on it. "Today I'll give you a gift in celebration of your 11th Birthday."
"A gift?" Harley blurted out but immediately clasped her hands on her mouth. She looked at Reske with fear before noticing the soft smile on his face.
As Reske handed her the dog collar she obediently put it around her neck before getting dragged like a dog by Reske into the bedroom.
"Come little puppy, I've been waiting for this day." He grabbed Harley and placed her on the edge of the bed, standing behind her.
He stroked her pussy lips with his fingers, noticing the wetness. Harley moaned, it was pretty rare for her to not immediately have his cock inside her pussy when she returned home.
She lowered her head, looking behind her. Reske was using the juice dripping from her pussy to lubricate his cock. She wondered why. This was something he never did.
Just then—
Reske pressed his cockhead against her twitching butthole.
Harley's eyes widened in horror, "WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!" Her barking screams went unheard as Reske slammed his cock inside her asshole.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"
"Happy fucking Birthday, little puppy!"
Harley's screams filled the room as Reske's cock tore into her virgin asshole, each thrust a brutal, searing agony that made her vision blur. Her small body bucked and thrashed, but his iron grip on her hips held her in place, forcing her to take every inch of his thick, throbbing cock. The pain was relentless, making her whole body tremble and convulse.
Her screams turned to guttural, animalistic sounds, her face contorted in a mask of pain as Reske's hips slammed against her small, trembling ass with unyielding force, the bed creaking and groaning beneath them.
The headboard banged against the wall with each powerful thrust.
Harley's body betrayed her, her traitorous pussy growing wet despite the excruciating pain. She could feel the warmth spreading through her, her clit throbbing with a perverse, twisted desire.
Reske noticed, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he reached around to finger her slick folds.
Her body responded to him, her back arching as he worked her clit with expert precision, sending jolts of electricity through her. She could feel her orgasm building, even as her ass clenched and unclenched around his cock, milking him with each brutal thrust.
Slam!
With a final, powerful thrust, Reske groaned, his own climax tearing through him as he filled her ass with his hot, sticky seed.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, Harley's body aching and trembling from the intensity of her release.
Reske rolled off her, his cock slipping from her abused ass with a wet pop.
Harley lay there, her body aching and trembling, as she tried to catch her breath, her mind reeling from the overwhelming sensations that still coursed through her body.
Plop!
Yet she wasn't given a moment of reprieve as a heavy cock landed on her panting, crying face. Harley sobbed as she instinctively began cleaning it, running her tongue along the underside of the cock that had been raping her ass.
A rule couldn't be broken after all.
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