Harry Potter Fanfiction Abused Harry Novels & Stories

"Do you actually think he seduced me? You do think that! I can’t believe it! You see me as some clueless little girl, like I don’t know men, like he tricked me just to use me and then throw me away." "He has you playing nanny," Harry spat, his eyes flashing with resentment. "You’re his mistress. What else? And don’t even try to tell me you’re his wife. He parades you around so everyone can see he has a young woman by his side, just to stroke his own damn ego!" Maybe if he struck her with blow after blow, he could make her see reason.

He disagreed firmly "And now after everything he's out there like a free man. He can't just get away with everything he did to you" "Yeah, I know Dustin reminds me of everything that traumatizes me, but he wasn't the man that tried to pull down my panties years ago" Harry stared at me, his eyes sinking into mine. "Who was it?" "Harry" I whispered, my eyes moist. He reached up to palm the side of my face. "Baby, talk to me please, who hurt you?" I bit my trembling lip, feeling my legs shaking already but it's a good thing Harry was holding me.

The years of being abused took a toll on my mind and body that for years I thought I am not worthy to receive love. If William did not find and rescue me, then I would have still been living that poor sad life I had there. “Did you think about that while you are maltreating Alana?” Strands of her hair being uprooted from her head remained in my hand even when I moved to choke her. “She asked for you to stop but what did you do?! You continued pouncing on her like a predator! You never for once let her breath! You have stolen everything that should be hers in the first place because the alpha cannot amass such wealth if it were not for her mother! Now, suffer with your consequences!”

I felt my power waning, but it would be enough to fix this. She twisted and shrieked as I stared into her eyes, pushing through the blood lust and confusion. I felt her desire to survive, her thirst for life, and the need to protect herself. Even now, she seemed to know that she was pregnant. I clawed through it, listening to her shriek and yell. She didn’t say a word, just kept howling until I broke through the haze of the turn into the fragments of her memories. I saw the dungeon of the castle. I felt her desperate need to escape. Then, I felt the love that I had been cultivating in her. I felt the way it bloomed and overrode her good sense. I felt every tweak and change I had made in her

I was left under the care of my stepdad who tried to force himself on me. I fought him and ran with everything I had. Then I met him; Harry. I believed him to be my savior because he rescued me from Authur. I let him brainwash me into thinking he was the best thing on the planet. I fell in love with him and lived with him. He turned me into a junkie, used and abused me, both sexually and physically. My dreams never got fulfilled because I had to do his bidding, my life depended on it." Tears fell from her eyes as she spoke and I could tell there was an element of truth in the story she was sharing. I wiped her tears and said, "I'm sorry about what you went through. Do you still do Harry's bi

“It's so soft and thick. I'm going to ruin it. I'll pull until you're bald, little one, and then I'm going to make you wear a wig so I can pull that off too.” His hips slammed forward as his hand twisted. Another clump of hair tore free, and I felt the sting of it, felt the warm trickle of something—blood, maybe, or just the raw sting of abused skin—running down my scalp. I was sobbing now, full-throated, ugly sobs that shook my whole body and made it difficult to breathe, but he didn't stop, didn't slow, didn't do anything but fuck me harder and pull my hair and whisper filth in my ear.

Harry's fingers tightened around my arm, his nails digging into my skin. "Answer me!" he growled. "Do you really know how to talk?" I frantically nodded my head, my eyes welling up with tears. I knew that one wrong move could seal my fate. "Speak!" Harry's voice was low and menacing, his grip on my arm tightening like a vice. "I want to hear that voice again." I swallowed hard, my voice trembling as I begged, "Please, please, I can speak. Don't do anything to me." My eyes were fixed on Harry's, pleading for mercy.

“Not yet. You cum when I say. And you’ll earn it through more pain.” The abuse continued. Harvey pulled Rory up by the hair, bending him over the table. The glass surface was cold against Rory’s hard and pointy nipples, his ass exposed. Harvey’s foot kicked his legs wider, then his hand came down in a flurry of spanks to Rory’s ass cheeks, turning his pale ass skin red before forcing Rory’s head down again, making him strain to reach the cock from this angle. “Arch your back. Stick that tongue out.” Rory obeyed, his tongue lolling out as Harvey fed him inch by inch. The angle was terrible, as it was awkward. His neck craned painfully to the new position, forcing him to feel more humiliated t

Pressing harder against my sensitive openings. "We're gonna ruin your pussy tonight." He snarled, rubbing my asshole with his dry finger, the vibrator placed firmly on my cunt. A few seconds later, the toy was turned off. Then, I felt two faces smashed against my pussy. Turning my head a bit, still sucking desperately on the hard black rods, Harry sucked my long fat clit into his mouth. Shit!! He was flicking his tongue mercilessly all over my pussy, teeth grazing my folds making me scream around the cocks in my throat.

It might blow her cover that she overheard the conversation she heard. But the way she observd him it was not the signed she knew of an epileptic attack. She suspect he need a fix. It shocked her to the core. When did Harry became addicted to drugs? She wonders, is it the catch for him to kidnap her. Ok she need time to digest these things but first thing first. She pulled Harry to the bathroom and submerge his body in the ice cold water.