Molly and Arthur nod in understanding, "Well Harry dear, I guess I would like to, err, use, Tonks for the entire day tomorrow?"
Harry looks at Tonks, "Is this alright with you?"
"Of course master, though I would like to get my fix tonight."
"Understandable Dora; alright... mum, I think you should be able to claim Dora after breakfast tomorrow."
The couple nod in ascent and leave the room, with Harry trying valiantly not to notice where Mr. Weasley's hand is resting.
"Dora, please go and get Luna, I'd like her help tomorrow."
A few minutes later the blonde teen is eagerly agreeing to help Harry out.
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That night, Harry and Tonks make slow, sensual love while Pansy is tied up with Bella and Cissa, in more ways than one as the sisters discover the joys of seniority.
At breakfast, Luna sits on Ron's lap and makes her intentions painfully clear by wiggling on his lap.
After the meal is done, Bella leads Ron and Luna to her old playroom in the manor; the Black woman sits down and enjoys the rare privilege of being a spectator rather than the star of the show.
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After watching her son and his lover leave the room; Molly grabs Tonks by the hand and hurries up the stairs to one of the spare bedrooms, Arthur following a step or two behind; an eager, but slightly bemused smile on his face. As soon as all three of them were in the room; Molly locked the door and cast a powerful Silencing Charm; there was no way she was going to let anything disturb her; especially now that she was on the verge of living out one of her greatest fantasies. "At least," she mused silently; "Thanks to Harry and Luna; I know that Ronald won't be trying to bother us today."
Meanwhile; Harry and Hermione were in the manor's study; curled up together on the loveseat; half of their attention is on the Charms textbook; but the rest is absorbed in the feel of each other.
Hermione studies her boyfriend out of the corner of her eye. She knows the moment is perfect, but as she looks at his guileless face, she knows she can't do it; right now he needs her more as a friend than as a lover.
The young wizard is slowly building up his courage as he reads the book, his other arm wrapped around Hermione's shoulders. His throat is dry as his hand slowly sinks down.
The bushy haired witch is pleasantly surprised as she feels Harry's hands tentatively wrap around one of her breast.
Harry sighs in relief when Hermione doesn't object to his bold move and turns his attention back to the book.
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Meanwhile, down in the kitchen, Pansy and Cho are getting a primer on life as a thrall from Cissa.
By the time the conversation is done, Pansy is fuming internally and she starts to lay plans mentally to get what she wanted in the first place; grateful for her master's lack of specific instructions on the matter.
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That night at dinner, Molly has a strange glow about her, while Luna seems to be grinding her bum into the hard chair.
Harry and his ladies quietly retire to their room and Hermione is blushing the entire way up.
Once the door is safely closed, Hermione clears her throat, "Err, Harry?"
The young wizard looks at his girlfriend, "Yes Mione?"
"Um, you did know that my birthday was this past Wednesday; didn't you?"
"Yes I did, but Dora figured you had something you wanted to do this weekend."
Hermione's blush deepens, "Actually Harry, there is something I would like to do."
Harry nods encouragingly.
"Err, well, you know how we had that talk about you taking more control of the ladies?"
The wizard nods again.
"Um, ah, you see, when Tonks told me her request, she accidentally stumbled on one of my private fantasies."
Harry reaches out and tilts Hermione's chin up so she's looking him in the eye. "What is that fantasy?"
Hermione's face is scarlet as she says, "Well, I kinda wanted Tonks to take my own form and watch you make love to her."
Harry arches an eyebrow while the others look at her in shock.
Pansy feels elation at the bushy haired witch's words, hoping that her master will see that the mudblood isn't worthy of him.
Harry remains unaware of his errant Thrall's thought as he turns to Tonks, "Dora dear, this is another time when I refuse to order you into something. Whatever you decide is final."
Pansy is shocked that her master is even considering this.
Tonks smiles at her master, not as off guard as he, "I'm willing master, but I can only take her form, her mind I cannot duplicate."
Harry looks over to his girlfriend who nods her head slightly. He turns his eyes towards his other Thralls, "Bella, have fun with Cho somewhere else and Cissa, entertain Pansy if you would please."
The two elder thralls nod, knowing their masters true wish and lead their charges from the room.
The wizard casts a quick privacy charm before turning back to the ladies. To his amazement, he finds himself face to face with two naked Hermione's.
The one on the right says, "Can you guess which witch is which?"
Harry's world spins for a second as most of his blood migrates south.
The Hermione on the left says, "You may examine us or ask us questions to tell who is who."
The wizard in question closes his eyes and focus's his mind on the task. Suddenly an idea strikes him. Harry is blushing scarlet as he walks behind the pair.
The witches wait patiently, wondering what Harry will try when he kneels behind the one to the right.
Harry swallows as he takes the woman's arsecheeks in hand and separates them. He sighs as he sees the woman has a buttplug in. He shuffles to behind the other Hermione and is still blushing as he looks at her arsehole. Harry is relieved to find that the woman has no buttplug.
The witches are both blushing from Harry's examination when Harry stands up.
The wizard wraps his arms around the left Hermione and one hand makes its way down to her pussy which he starts to stroke, "Hiya Dora."
Both of the witches smile and the real Hermione, the one on the right, says, "How did you know?"
"Simple," he says as he continues to stroke the witch in his arms, "I saw your buttplug a while ago and I gambled that you were still wearing it while Dora here never has worn one."
Hermione's blush deepens, "Alright then, how is this going to work?"
Harry starts to stroke Dora's breasts as he says, "That's up to you. This is my birthday present to you. Anything goes for tonight."
Hermione goes over and sits down on one of the cots, "Um, normal missionary will work."
Harry takes the witch in his arms and leads her over to the bed.
Dora lies down on her back while Hermione slowly starts to finger her own pussy.
The messy haired wizard climbs onto the reclining witch and takes his staff in hand.
The real Hermione slowly pushes one slim finger into her pussy as Harry pushes into Tonks body.
Harry is brought up short when he meets unexpected resistance on the in stroke. He looks Tonks in the eye questioningly.
The metamorphmagus blushes slightly and, in Hermione's voice, says, "Well, Hermione is insisting on keeping her hymen intact, so I wanted to make sure you got the practice you'll need with her."
The wizard arches an eyebrow but doesn't say anything.
Hermione is torn between saying anything and keeping quite when Tonks takes the choice from her.
"Master, there is no simple way to put this; when you take a woman's virginity, especially a woman like Hermione, it is going to hurt her and she is going to bleed. The best way to deal with the matter is quickly and decisively."
Harry looks panic-stricken as his gaze shifts to Hermione. "Harry, calm down; this is a fact of nature, not something that anyone born has a say in. I've kept my hymen intact so to have a sign of devotion to my husband. Now, enough heavy stuff, you will want to pull back a bit and shove forward hard."
He looks down to his Thrall, "Dora, are you sure you want to go through with this?"
Tonks smiles, "Yes master, I am"
Harry takes a deep breath to settle his nerves as he pulls his hips back. He seals his lips over Tonks' and shoves forward with all his strength.
Tonks screams into Harry's mouth at the sudden pain and Hermione winces, knowing that she'll be in the same position soon.
The young wizard releases his Thralls mouth, "Are you alright Dora?"
The impaled witch says, "I will be master, but just hold still for a moment please."
Harry simply wraps his arms around the woman and holds her tight.
As the pain starts to recede, Tonks nods who her master for him to resume.
Hermione watches Harry make love to her mirror image and hopes that he's as gentle with her as he is with Tonks. She masturbates in time with Harry's strokes.
When Harry finally spills his seed into Tonks, Hermione lets herself be taken over the edge.
The young wizard stands up on shaky legs and walks over to Hermione.
The bushy haired witch is pulled to her feet unexpectedly by her boyfriend and over to his bed.
Harry wraps his arms around Hermione before he collapses on to the bed, taking her with him.
Hermione is shocked as Harry kisses her forehead before closing his eyes and letting sleep claim him. She lays her head on his shoulder and joins her lover in sleep.
Tonks shifts back to her normal form and smiles at the teens before she curls up at the end of the bed. She mentally reviews what Molly had her do while she waits for the sandman to claim her as well.
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Close to midnight, Harry's thralls return to his room. Pansy makes sure to lie on her stomach, silently cursing the mudblood for distracting her master.
In the morning, Hermione swallows nervously as she slowly takes Harry's rod into her mouth.
The young wizard is shocked as he wakes up to find Hermione sucking him off. He's about to reprimand Tonks when he sees the metamorphmagus being eaten out by Pansy.
Tonks can feel her master's anger well up suddenly, but it dissipates even quicker.
Bella is kneeling behind Cho with the strap on buried deep in the girls arse while her sister is instructing the bitch on how to please a woman.
Harry relaxes as Hermione slowly experiments with this new exploit.
The bushy haired witch mentally reruns the list of things to do that her mum had given her, grateful that Harry seems willing to let her go at her own pace.
Harry holds back his orgasm as long as possible to let Hermione get as much practice as possible. His voice is strained as he says, "Mione, I'm about to come."
Hermione flips a coin mentally and it comes up heads.
The wizard is surprised when his girlfriend doesn't pull back but instead seems to redouble her efforts. He growls as he shoots his seed into Hermione's mouth.
Hermione starts to swallow as Harry's cum hits her tongue. She'd expected to find it repulsive, but for some reason, it doesn't bother her.
Harry's head is spinning slightly when he finally comes down. "Thank you Hermione, that was excellent."
The witch blushes as she backs away from Harry, "I did alright?"
The young man pulls himself up and reaches out to cup his girlfriends chin, "You did wonderfully."
Pansy looks at the bushy haired witch in disgust before she returns to eating Tonks.
Harry and Hermione both get dressed and Harry tells the ladies to take their time before he goes down to breakfast with his girlfriend.
Molly Weasley has a pleasant glow about her from Arthur's reaction to watching her and Tonks as she sets out breakfast with Dobby.
Ron has Luna sitting on his lap and Millie beside him with a huge grin on his face when Harry and Hermione walk into the kitchen followed shortly by Neville and Ginny.
Molly makes sure everyone eats well, along with making very sure that all of them take in a large amount of fluids.
When Harry's thralls join them, Ron looks at Millie and she nods her head before standing up and walking to Bella's playroom.
Luna kisses her boyfriend and follows his thrall out of the room.
After breakfast Harry, Hermione and Pansy make for the library while Ron decides to help with Millicent's workout. He enters the playroom to find Millie naked and already sweating.
The large Thrall has a collar around her neck which is connected a swinging arm on a post.
Millicent doesn't even notice her master's entrance as she continues to run in circles, fearing the crop in Luna's hand.
Luna is naked from the waist down holding a riding crop. She watches her charge sweat buckets as she runs. The blonde is also rubbing her own pussy with the crop while she waits for a chance to use it.
Ron's cock is instantly at attention as he walks over behind his girlfriend.
The blonde girl moans as her lord kisses her neck and reaches around her body to grip her breasts.
"So, how's Millie doing this morning?"
"She's doing well lord. She's already gone half a mile and kitten has only had to use the crop once. Kitten was going to have her go for another half mile before we went to work on her bum."
"Very well kitten, her exercises are kitten's responsibility, but I would like to use her a bit before her next set of exercises."
"Would lord like for kitten to stop Millie for him to use right now?"
"No kitten, I wouldn't. She needs a continuous exercise to get in good shape."
Millie's cunt is dripping almost as much as her forehead is as the pair talk about her as though she's a piece of property.
Luna nods but doesn't say a word. She brings the end of the crop up to her mouth as her boyfriend continues to feel her up and starts to gently suck the end.
Millicent is out of breath as she finishes the running part of her exercise. She waits patiently for her mistress to release her.
Luna releases the collar from the post before she leads the woman over to one of the tables. "Lord, your slave is ready."
Ron walks over to the naked woman and lowers his trousers.
Millie gasps as her master shoves his length into her dripping cunt.
The blonde is surprised at how hard her boyfriend is mounting his Thrall.
The redhead is driving into the willing woman at a punishing pace. Finally, he spills his seed into her with an inarticulate grunt. Ron then pulls out and slaps Millie's bum lightly, "Thank you."
Luna kisses her boyfriend as he leaves the room. She then sets back to the task set to her by her lord.
Millie is pulled upright by her hair and her mistress cast a quick charm on her before starting her next exercise. The bite of the crop on her bum tells her to start.
Ron goes up to the library and smiles at the scene he finds. Harry is sitting on the loveseat with Hermione; cuddling with her while Pansy is sitting in front of Harry reading.
"Hiya mate, can I talk to you a second?"
Harry kisses Hermione's cheek before he stands up and walks out of the room.
"What can I do for you man?"
"Well, erm, Harry, I got a question for you."
"Which is?"
"How do you keep from going spare?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I can sort of hear Millie all the time, in my head you know. Like I can hear what she's thinking."
Harry looks at the redhead for a second before realization dawns on him, "It's the Occulmency. Both Narcissa and Bellatrix are well trained in that art and I inherited the skill from them. Millicent must not have the training for you to capitalize on."
Ron nods slowly in understanding, "So what can I do?"
"Well, I can have Bella, Cissa, or Tonks teach you Occulmency if you like."
"I'd preciate it mate."
"Consider it done then. Just pick one of the ladies and she'll be your instructor."
Ron nods his head in thanks and settles on Narcissa.
Back in the study, Pansy decides to make her move. She stands up and stretches for a moment before she walks over to the desk and takes Harry's normal seat. "You don't have a chance with him you know."
"What do you mean?"
"My master, you don't really have a chance with him."
Hermione's voice is tight with anger, "Explain that please."
Pansy's voice is entirely nonchalant as she responds, "It's really quite simple; my master is a brave, smart, and very handsome man who has five gorgeous women who eagerly wait on him hand and foot. You are best a plain bookworm with no sex appeal, in fact, I'm surprised that he would even look at you twice without you putting out for him. Tell me, has he shagged you yet or are you trying to get him with a ball and chain before you quit playing him along."
Hermione is barely holding onto her anger as she looks at the pretty girl, "I don't know where you get off, but I love Harry and he loves me."
"Then why is he putting it to everyone except you? Answer me that."
"Because I'm not ready to change our friendship like that yet."
Pansy snorts, "Yeah right. You're just afraid that after he's sampled the goods he'll decide that you really aren't worth his time."
Hermione can feel the urge to hex the catty bitch into oblivion.
"My master really does deserve better than a mudblood whore like you."
Before Hermione can start to bring her wand up, a voice thunders through the room, "/PARKINSON KNEES NOW!/"
Hermione turns towards the doorway where Harry is visibly shaking with rage.
The young wizard had heard Pansy's last comment and he looks at the witch in anger.
Pansy for her part has her forehead pressed into the floor and her arse raised high, as though waiting for punishment.
Harry has to bite his own tongue to keep from giving the bitch one of several orders running through his head, all of which would prove both humiliating and fatal for her.
There are a trio of pop's as the Thralls sense their masters anger and Apparate to him.
Tonks quickly delves into her master's mind for the cause of his anger. What she finds enrages her as well.
Harry is relived when Tonks goes over to Pansy and grabs the cunt by her hair to lead her out of the room.
Hermione can feel the anger draining from her as she can literally feel the waves of magic coming off of her boyfriend. She walks over to Harry and cups his cheek in her hand, "It's alright Harry. Calm down and we can deal with this rationally."
Harry accidentally brushes Hermione's mind and the concern he finds there lets him let go of his rage.
All of the witches in the room breathe a sigh of relief once Harry is once more in control of himself.
Bella looks at her master expectantly, "Master, that bitch angered you what shall her punishment be?"
Harry takes a deep breath before he looks to his girlfriend, "Hermione, her punishment is yours to decide. It was you she injured and insulted so it is only just that you dole out her punishment. I ask merely that you do not kill or permanently injure her."
Hermione closes her eyes to think for a second. She opens them in a flash and walks over to the desk and picks up one of the books lying there. She thumbs through the pages as she walks back over to Harry.
The young wizard recognizes the book as the one his mother left for him on what she termed 'marital aid' spells.
The bushy haired witch finds what she's looking for and shows the book to Harry.
Harry winces as he takes the book and reads the spell Hermione shows him.
/Parlare Umiliazione/: The Utter Humiliation curse
A close cousin to the Utter Terror curse, this variant forces the victim to experience the most humiliating scene the victim can imagine. Like the Terror curse, the victim will not be physically harmed by anything that they experience. As with the Terror curse, the victim will be the only person able to see what happened except through use of Legilimency or a Pensieve.
The wizard looks at his girlfriend, "Is this to be her punishment?"
"Indeed it is Lord Potter."
Harry nods his head and focus' on Tonks.
The Auror is in the process of driving a very large phallus into Pansy's rump when she receives her master's message. Tonks pulls out of the bound young woman and cleans herself off before she changes back to her normal self.
Pansy has tears running down her face as she feels her tormentor pull all the way out. Something plastic is pressed into her arse before she is released.
Tonks grins at the buttplug she made the little bitch take as she leads Pansy back to the study.
All eyes turn to the door as Pansy is led into the room. Harry sits down at the desk and waits as Pansy is led to the middle of the room. "On your knees bitch."
Pansy instantly obeys her master's command, terrified at his cold tone.
"Parkinson, you are one of my Thralls, that make you my responsibility. I am responsible for any action you take and any word that comes out of your mouth." He looks around the room to each of the women in turn, "Today words came out of your mouth that I find abhorrent. There is never justifiable reason to use the word mudblood. You also insulted one of my personal retainers by directing that word at her. For this time, she has decided what your punishment shall be. I cannot order you to never use that word. However, I can ensure you lose the desire to. Therefore, as your lord and master, I hereby order and command you to report to myself whenever you use the word 'mudblood' so that I may punish you accordingly. Do you understand?"
Pansy wants so much to refuse, but against her will, she says, "I do master."
"Very well then cunt, let your punishment begin." He nods to Hermione.
The witch takes a deep breath and casts the spell.
Pansy suddenly finds herself in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. She tries to move, but discovers that she's bound tight. As she looks around, she sees the entire population of the school is there and everyone is naked. She strains her ears and can faintly make out excited murmurs about Hogwarts new toilet.
A bell chimes and all eyes turn towards the head table where Albus Dumbledore is standing, fully clothed. "Thank you one and all for your patience. The new toilet is now open, remember, it can service only one person at a time, so please proceed in an orderly fashion and try to conduct your business in a timely manner."
Seamus Finnegan is the closest person to Pansy and he eagerly walks over to her.
Pansy's face burns with shame as the mudblood stands in front of her and tells her to open her mouth. She opens her mouth, knowing what's coming next and she's not disappoint. The new toilet for the school had just opened.
Harry and the others watch as Pansy's face goes scarlet from the ordeal she's experiencing in her own mind.
Harry looks over to Narcissa and points at his crotch.
The blonde smiles eagerly and walks over to her master. She drops to her knees and swiftly frees his erection.
The wizard relaxes as his Thrall takes his cock in her mouth and wonders what type of torment his wayward slave is enduring.
Each student and teacher at Hogwarts has a chance to use the new toilet before Pansy is transported back to the study at #12. She looks at her master in trepidation, wondering if he is going to continue her punishment.
"Pansy, what you experienced was merely in your head, it did not really happen. However, your punishment is not quite through. For the remainder of the day, you belong to Hermione; you will obey her as you would me. I order this as your lord and master, do you understand?"
Pansy still has the foul taste in her mouth as she says, "Yes master."
Hermione says, "Follow me," as she leaves the room.
Pansy follows her mistress reluctantly, all the while wanting to hex the mudblood, but not daring.
The bushy haired witch leads her charge to the bedroom. A quick flick of her wand seals the door. Hermione pulls off her robes and quickly disrobes.
Pansy watches as her mistress strips down to the buff with a bit of fear.
When Hermione is naked, she lies down on the bed, "Pansy, you like shooting your mouth off so much, we might as well put it to good use. So get to work on my vagina."
The blonde pureblood drops her own robe and climbs onto the bed so she can obey her mistress' command.
The group returns that night to Hogwarts in time for supper and Pansy still has the buttplug in place.
The next morning at breakfast the group is eating when the morning mail arrives. To Harry's surprise, a letter is dropped in front of him. He scans the letter before opening it. A quick perusal leaves him smiling.
Albus Dumbledore looks at the scroll before him curiously; he would normally receive any mail in his office. He casts a quick charm to reveal any attached spells. The charm comes back clean and he opens the scroll, which is a mistake.
The entire school is surprised when a gong goes off, drawing their attention to the head table. There's a plume of smoke surrounding the Headmaster's seat and when it clears most of the students break out laughing. Albus Dumbledore is standing on the table in a pink tutu, unable to move.
Snickers flow though the hall as the teachers glare at the student. However, when the music starts to play, all hope of control is lost.
Albus is cursing internally as he hears the Can-Can start to play. As expected his body starts to move of its own accord.
The entire student body of Hogwarts is laughing hysterically as they watch their ageing headmaster dance the Can-Can.
McGonagall reaches down carefully and picks up the letter. She arches an eyebrow at the words on the letter, "Justice is served."
A/N: Until next time.