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Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. This fic also contains nonconsensual sexual acts involving a minor. Feel free to back out if need be.

Author's Note: Usual warning for the Blue Canary AU, y'all. This is a Dead Dove.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Term 15); MC4A (Year 4)
Individual Challenges: In a Flash; Old Shoes (Y); Bucket Listing (Y)
House: Slytherin
Assignment No.: Term 15 – Assignment 04
Subject (Task No.): n/a
Other Hogwarts Challenges: 365 [265](Bronze); Auction [D26-A1](Crotchless Lingerie)
Other MC4A Challenges: Chim [Loride] (Candles; Indigo); Fire (Minimalist); Garden [Citrus Sale (Crop/Whip; Panties; Corset)]
Representation(s): Harry Potter/the Madam
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: n/a
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: CM (Brier; Yogin)
Word Count: 484 words

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Bird Song
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The Madam was teaching Harry forms. Right then, he was kneeling on the ground with his knees spread around a wide spreader bar that was cuffed just above his knees. His ankles had been bound together. His arms were bound together from elbow to wrist behind his back. A leather cuff bound the ropes binding his arms to the ones binding his ankles. It forced him to keep his shoulders arched backwards and left the entire expanse of his torso vulnerable to what passed as the Madam's mercy. Likewise, with his knees kept open, she had unimpeded access to his cock and balls.

The Madam had a wide variety of outfits that ranged from something that would not be out of place in a noble family's garden party to the same sort of risque garments that Harry had seen the other whores wearing as they serviced patrons. Today's out fit was a lapis lazuri corset that left the pierced nipples of her heavy breasts fully exposed, bronze bars gleaming in the flickering lights of the many candles she had burning around the room. The tiny skirt attached to the bottom of the corset was a deep indigo and did nothing to hide her panties which were the same bright blue as the corset. There was a large gap in the panties where the gusset normally went so that Harry could see gleam of the small bar she also had in through her clit. She also had on black leather boots that came up to the middle of her thighs.

She tapped the leather tip of her favorite crop against her leather covered shin as she watched Harry struggle to stay still. He tried to focus on the small, rhythmic sound it made instead of the bursts of fear that went through him at each beat. She hummed thoughtfully. Then she struck each of his nipples in quick succession, making him cry out in both pain and surprise.

"Perhaps I should pierce these," she mused aloud. Harry shuddered at the idea but was wise enough to say nothing. His opinion didn't matter here. "Oh, pet, does the idea frighten you? Does it titillate you? Do you want some pretty hoops for some treasures to dangle from? Maybe a length of chain, one just as delicate as you, and just long enough for you to hold between your teeth like a good boy?"

She trailed the head of her crop down the center of his chest. Harry shivered as it approached his soft cock. When she lifted it from his skin, he tensed every muscle in his body in preparation of not flinching from the blow that was sure to come.

Harry screamed when it landed, singing his pain just as the Madam wanted. And what the Madam wanted, he would give her, no matter what it cost him, because the Blue Canary was his home.