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Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. There is also underage sexual activity of extremely dubious nature with discussion of the trafficking of a minor. This also takes place in a brothel with outright discussions of the sexual grooming/conditioning of a minor for prostitution. Overall, this is very much a Dead Dove. Feel free to back out if need be.

Author's Note: If you are going to comment on the contents of this fic, please understand that I know what's in it because I wrote it. I also do not need to know that you're not going read it.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Term 15); MC4A (Year 4)
Individual Challenges: Tell My Story; Adult Activities; Magical MC (x3); Criminal MC (x2); Neurodivergent; Rian-Russo Inversion (x2); Ethnic & Present; Hold the Mayo; Ship Sails; Citrus Sale; Colors Galore; Lunar Era; Old Shoes (Y); Short Jog; The Story Goes On; Bucket Listing (Y); Two Cakes (Y); Eating Cake (Y); Green Ribbon
House: Slytherin
Assignment No.: Term 15 – Assignment 12
Subject (Task No.): Potions (Task#2: Write a fic featuring the color turquoise significantly.)
Other Hogwarts Challenges: 365 [49](Cushion); Fantastic Beasts [188](Purity); Days of the Year [Mar 3] (someone who just wants to make another character happy); Play God Day [69] (Alluring); Appreciate a Dragon Day [06] (Optimistic); National Weddings Month [11] (Nervous); Colors [15] (Powder Blue); Flowers [10] ("our reputation..."); Crystals & Gemstones [07] (Anxious); Tarot Reading [03] (focusing all their attention on something); Alphabetti [B] (Blue)
Other MC4A Challenges: WiB [5D](Toy); Vocab [3B](Duty); Chim [Sulfa] (Emerald; "Carry On My Wayward Son" by Kansas); Fire [x3](Leaping Lizards; Green as Emeralds; Femme Fatale); Garden [Chores (Drinking/Eating); Flowers (Emerald); Tools (Jewelry); Behind Green Eyes (Race Bent); Personal Favs (Harry Potter); Citus Scents (Bondage); Cirus Sale (Rope/Cuffs); Fruit Stand (Licking); Daphne Special (Skirt); Lawn Sculptures (Pillow/Cushion); Duties (Licking); Kink Fever (Deley/Control); Diversity Reader (Desi Character); Good Night (In a Series); Palette (Blue); Junk Pile (Jewelry); Bulbs (Navy Blue); Seasonings (Love)]; Hang [Phrase 05] (n/a) Swap [Shoes (Navy Blue High Heels)]
Representation(s): Desi & Autistic Harry Potter/the Madam (OC); Brothel/Sugar AU; Grooming & Conditioning
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Hot Stuff; Second Verse (Ladylike; Not a Lamp; White Dress; Unwanted Advice; Lock & Key; Lovely Coconuts; Uncivil Obedience; Under the Bridge); Chorus (Odd Feathers; Pocky Pockets; Wabi Sabi; Bee Haven; Fizzy Lemonade; Machismo; Peddling Pots; Mouth of Babes; Tomorrow's Shade; A Long Dog; Larger than Life; Unicorn; Abandoned Ship; Surprise!; Seven Gates; Forked Path; Sitting Hummingbird)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: T3 (Thimble); SN (Rail; Negate); O3 (Orator; Ox); SHoE (Onus); CM (Brier; Yogin); War (Orator; Sanctuary; Ennui); Mea (Ennui); Share (Augur); DP (Yearn)
Word Count: 1720 words

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Gilded Cage
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Harry was kneeling on a thick turquoise cushion under the Madam's desk. His arms were tied together with his hands cupping the opposite elbow with a nylon rope that was a rich emerald. The only thing that he was wearing was a wide leather collar that had a delicate chain through the metal loop that sat right above the notch in his throat. Each side of the chain attached to the silver clamps that were attached to his nipples. If he wasn't careful how he moved, he tugged on them, sometimes painfully.

Before the Madam had ordered him to kneel there, she had bent him over her desk. She had given him just enough smacks to the ass that he wouldn't be able to sit without the hot ache making itself known. To further emphasize the uncomfortable session meant to follow, she had perfunctorily lubed his hole with the syringe-like lube shooter before pushing in a long plug. While it hadn't felt any wider than the smallest dildo that she liked using on Harry, the longer that he was kneeling with it in him, the wider and more unyielding it felt.

It wasn't the most painful session that Harry had endured since he had come to the Blue Canary, but it was quickly becoming the most challenging. After all the effort to get him ready for a session, the Madam had just left her office entirely. From his position under her desk, Harry couldn't see the rest of the room. So he couldn't confirm that she had even closed the door to prevent anyone from coming in while she was gone.

Harry squirmed restlessly. It moved the plug inside of him. He moaned lowly and tossed his head back as he instinctively tried to rock on it. The motion tugged insistently on the clamps biting into his nipples. He moaned again. His cock began to harden despite being covered in bruises and welts from yesterday's session where the Madam had beat it repeated with her crop.

He would willingly endure that pain all over again if the Madam would return. This waiting was only marginally better than being locked away in the dark room where the Madam kept him between sessions. Thoughts tumbled through his head much like they did as he waited in the darkness for his existence to be confirmed, for his presence to be desired even a little bit.

Harry knew the consequences if he wasn't making himself useful. He had only been at the Blue Canary for a short time, but it was more of a home than the Dursleys' had ever been. All he had to do in order to keep it was whatever the Madam told him to do. At that moment, what the Madam had ordered was for Harry to kneel on the turquoise pillow beneath her desk.

It just would be easier to be optimistic about waiting if he didn't have to do so alone.

Like a dog hearing its master returning, Harry perked up as he heard the distinctive sound of the Madam's high heels approaching. Relief flooded him. She had come back. She had not decided to leave him there forever.

He could also hear the voice of someone else, one of the floor masters. The burly man come to give the Madam reports during some of her sessions with Harry. Goyle was the Madam's favorite floor master from what Harry could tell or maybe he was over the other ones. Whichever it was, it meant that he was the one that reported on the most subjects and with the most frequency. He had a mean face that looked like it had been carved from granite and always walked like a statue brought to life. It never failed to make Harry think that the man had been aptly named.

"Of course you may have the day off, Goyle," the Madam said as she crossed the open space of her office. "Or rather, mostly off. Since you are going to the school, I do have a letter that I would like you to discretely pass to our dear professor friend. I just know that he will be interested in the upcoming graduation ceremony."

"Are you sure that's wise, Madam?" Goyle asked. Despite the words, he did not sound like he actually doubted the Madam even the tiniest amount. It sounded as if he was more going through a script of a familiar play. "The headmaster is likely to be there, too."

"Even better," she purred as she rounded the edge of her desk. She was wearing one of her modest business outfit that would not have been out of place at a garden party hosted by a wealthy noble. The sensible skirt came down modestly to her hose-covered knees. As regal as the Queen Herself, the Madam sat down in her desk chair. Her feet slid along either side of the turquoise cushion as she moved the chair into proper alignment with the desk. "The git will appreciate the chance to deceive the old goat, and no doubt he'll demonstrate that appreciation at the auction."

Harry's attention caught on the dim flash of light reflecting off the small bar that went through the Madam's clit. With her legs spread to accommodate himself and the cushion, her skirt had bunched up until it barely covered the tops of her silk stockings which ended midway up her thighs. Even more scandalously, she wasn't wearing even a pair of her crotchless panties. She was just completely bare beneath her powder blue skirt and proper blouse in a bright turquoise that matched the cushion she had generously given Harry to kneel upon.

As he watched, she shifted towards the edge of her seat, putting herself on better display. Harry whimpered as a sudden need to bury his face in the moist mount presented washed over him. When he was living on the streets, he had given pleasure to more than one person in exchange for money. Mostly it had been sucking off men, but a few women had also been willing to use him, too. So far, the Madam had always been more interested in tying him down and playing with him, but maybe she would be interested in letting him lick her there. Maybe she would be like it if Harry buried his face there.

One of the Madam's hands slipped beneath the desk to settle on the back of Harry's head. With the barest amount of pressure, she guided Harry towards the treasure that he had barely registered wanting. The change in position made the plug inside shift enough to rub against that spot inside that sent sparks flying through him. The chain tugged on the clamps attached to his abused nipples from the way Harry needed to stretch his neck as he began desperately licking the Madam's slit and working the bar through her clit.

The Madam carried on her conversation without even a hitch in her voice in response to Harry's actions. Harry shivered at the idea that he was so bad that she was completely unaffected. As if reading his thoughts, she carded her fingers through his unruly hair before tightening her grip to force him harder into her snatch. He redoubled his efforts to please her, determined to earn his place in the home she offered him.

"We do have a slight issue with the package for Greyback," Goyle said, sounding hesitant to mention it. Harry understood that feeling. The Madam was not the type of person one gave bad news to easily. He was mildly curious about this Greyback but feasting on the fanny that he was, Harry couldn't really spare any brain power to think about the topic. "It appears that despite tests during procurement, the product has been used."

"Was there an error in the tests," the Madam asked with sibilant anger clear in her voice, "or did the girl become used in our care?"

"We believe it was the tests." Goyle paused at the same time that the Madam's hand left Harry's hair. Instead of letting up, Harry intensified his devouring of the Madam's vag, understanding what his duty really was in this situation. She pressed one of her navy blue heels against his back. The welts and bruises from previous sessions screamed in protest of the pressure but Harry just kept on licking and sucking at the cunt on his face. "Everyone known to have contact with the product has been cleared."

"A pity," the Madam said dryly even as her cunt leaked sloppily down Harry's chin. Harry rocked desperately between her spread legs, spurn on by the teasing of the plug and the relentless tugs of the clamps on his nipples. "I'll contact Greyback to see if he would still like it despite being slightly used or if he'll want one as fresh as requested. For now, keep the girl off the work roster and have MacLaggen review the testing process. If there's a new way of fudging verification, I want to know. Do I need to remind you that if word about this were to spread in the wrong way, our reputation will be ruined?"

"Of course not, Madam," Goyle confirmed. "I'll pass along your orders personally."

Harry heard his thudding steps as he left the room.

The Madam's hand returned to Harry's head and was joined by her other hand. With both hands gripping his head now, she pressed his face against her dripping cunt. Both his nose and his mouth were completely covered. Harry moaned lowly as he struggled against the bonds holding him, desperation growing as his vision gained black dots from the lack of oxygen. All the while, his cock never wilted, actually dripping its own moisture onto the turquoise pillow he was kneeling on.

Harry knew it was not possible to escape either the Madam or the Blue Canary, but even as the blackness washing over him trembled with the force of the Madam's orgasm, he couldn't bring himself to care. He knew that the Madam must love him, at least in her own way, to have put so much effort into training him like this. And maybe he loved her, too.

Maybe the Blue Canary wasn't the greatest place, but it was still his home now.