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Chap. 40: Lost and Found

He found his friends all together in the common room of his own quarters twenty or so minutes later. They weren't, it seemed, all that aware of the full situation, though.

Hermione was bent over the couch, hands on the back, while Ron stabbed into her cunt from behind, both dressed aside from his zipper and her skirt flipped up, knickers pushed to her knees. Both looked in his direction as he stepped inside, but only Hermione kept watching him. Neither said anything beyond their heavy breathing, clearly lost in passion. But they weren't the only ones present.

Lyra leaned against his open doorway, translucent to all but himself, he suspected, frigging her cunt with one hand while filling it with her tail using the other, watching not his best friends shagging, but the equally translucent person next to them, who was rubbing her own pussy wildly, staring with avid eyes at where the two bodies slapped against one another.

"Pet... did Ginny master what she needed to?"

"Mm... yes, Master... she is still only visible to you and me, but is completely invisible to everyone else. Did you have fun? I saw some of what you've done, naughty Master..."

"You know I did, Pet. I'll... be more willing to try it soon. Maybe next time. It was definitely intense."

"Good... I can't wait to taste you."

He left it at that as he crossed to his room, passed Lilith without giving a sign she was there, and deposited his broom and bag in his bedroom before coming back out. "Hermione? Got room for me?"

"Always," she groaned.

Ron blushed, "I... d'you mind w- waiting? I mean... we haven't been alone in a while, and..."

"No, it's alright," Harry smiled casually, waving as he walked around them, "I can find Lyra."

"I'm already here, Master," she faded into existence fully, "it's fun watching in secret."

Hermione blushed. Ron looked at her proudly.

Harry smiled, "Sometimes. Come on, let's... wait. You're tired, aren't you?"

She shrugged, "I am, but I'm a little recovered. You'll still have to do most of the work, I'm afraid."

"Mmm... okay. We can do that. I'm up for trying something new, how about you?"

"What's that?"

"Come into the dungeon, and you'll see."

Ron, who hadn't yet finished, was now on his knees behind Hermione, licking her beautiful furry cunt, when Harry shut the door. He didn't lock it, assuming that after they'd had their fun together (and Ginny with them), they might be joined.

He took up the nude 'student's' hand, guiding her to the center of the room, "Let's try some ropes again, hmm?"

She grinned, "Always, Master."

It took him a while, even with her careful guidance, to find a rope pattern that worked well, but eventually, Lyra was tied up with heavy knots around the base of both breasts, causing them to darken and swell with caught blood like a finger with a rubber band on it, and a pair of loops tying her ankles to her thighs, and then back to her wrists, the arms twisting behind her so that she could grab her own legs, which arched the Succubus' back beautifully. Then he took her knees and moved around her body to the front twice, crossing between her heavy, swollen breasts and over the shoulder, back to the other knee, and pulled them wide open before knotting it. From above, Harry could see since she was still on the floor, Lyra almost resembled a T, or a flattish Y. From the side, she was shaped like an upside-down ice-cream cone.

Using his wand, Harry then carefully added one thicker rope to hold her weight, looping it to the eye-hook in the center of the ceiling, then down through another pulley so that he could lift and lower her with one hand, and tied it off near the doorway on another hook installed for that purpose.

Once she was at about shoulder height, Harry leaned in, showing the slowly-swinging girl the device he held- a squat rubber tube with indentations for teeth, and leather straps on either side. She smiled, "Oh, yes, Master..."

He placed the ring carefully in her mouth, giving Lyra plenty of time to adjust and find a good placement for her lips, then tied it off beneath her long, black hair, which was currently done up in a tight twist.

Then he added a blindfold... and moved to the shelves of toys one more time for a few last things.

"A question, my Pet... I've felt something like it, but do you have a womb? Wiggle once for yes, t- no, wiggle once for no, twice for yes."

He loved watching her lithe yet voluptuous body shake, after all. It did, twice.

"Do you give birth from it?"

Again, two shimmies, which left her swaying and twisting against the ropes.

"Do you feel good when I fuck into it?"

This time, there was a brief pause before, again, two shakes.

"Good. See, I have a couple of dildos here. Oh, you don't see, but... one of them, I'm going to put in your beautiful little ass. The other's gonna go in your pussy, and I want to hammer it into your womb with my own dick. Does that sound fun?"

There was an even longer pause, then two wiggles.

"Good. Okay... get ready, Pet..."

He slowly pushed the hot-pink phallus, one that was 'regular' in size as far as he could tell, with a screw-on battery-cap, first into Lyra's wet tunnel, twisted it around a few times, then pulled it back before setting the tip against the tighter, smaller hole.

When he pushed, she turned and spun, so Harry adjusted her position, then hooked both arms around her thighs before trying again. It was hard, pushing it in like that, but Lyra moaned against the mouth-ring as it entered her, and again when he stopped pushing in and flicked the switch at the end.

There was no battery inside, but Hermione, he already knew, had worked magic on it- for this had once been solely hers, purchased in secret by her mother to help with those long, lonely nights before she'd started a relationship with Harry and Ron both.

The other rod was fairly miniscule in comparison, almost child-sized, just a couple of inches long and maybe a half-inch wide, but it had an intense vibration enchantment which he activated before slowly pushing it into her too, as far as his fingers could go. He thought it might just be touching the end of her deep hole, but knew fully well that if it was going to do damage, Lyra would just adjust her body to hold it.

There were benefits to being a Succubus, after all.

The door opened, and the still-translucent Ginny stepped in, shutting it quietly. "They're taking a break.. Gods, I'm glad we've all got the Stamina Runes now, though. He's still hard... I could... I could suck him, right now. But it looks like you two are having fun, too."

Ginny stayed translucent as she dropped her clothing to the floor, leaving a trail of shirt, skirt and knickers, which each became visible as she did. Without more than a look and a smile in his direction, Ginny pushed two fingers into Lyra's wide-open mouth, then pulled them out and gave her a little slap. Then she bent and grabbed both nipples, twisting them roughly. Lyra gasped, and Ginny smiled again, "Mistress likes pain, huh?"

"I think Mistress likes everything," Harry laughed, "even not being able to see what's going to happen next."

"Fuck her," Ginny chuckled, "I want to see this."

"I will," Harry laughed a bit louder, "but not just yet. First I want her to hang there while you tell me all about your brother's long dick and how much you want to feel it in you. Oh, and play with our pet's tits while you do it."

Ginny shuddered, her eyes fluttering closed, and she took a deep, slow breath and let it out over several seconds before she started. "I mean, we were kids of course, so we saw each other naked then. But the first time I saw it hard... I was eleven, and I couldn't understand how that two-inch little thing got so big. Back then, it seemed huge, but was probably about six inches. He was twelve. He didn't know I was watching, 'cause I'd hidden under his bed, you know. Snooping, but I got caught, and he came up to wank or something. So he sat there at his desk and pulled one off, and I watched and watched. It made me feel... tingly, once I figured out his expression wasn't one of pain, you know?

"And...well, there's more. I started touching myself, too, and... every once in a while, once a summer, maybe twice, I'd catch him out again. He's not great at locking doors. I knew it was wrong, but I didn't care. It was just watching, nothing more. Until the other day, anyway."

"You don't have to go further if you don't want to," Harry reminded her, "Talk of you shagging who I tell you to is... Ginny, you're my Pet, but I won't force that. You know I won't. I would be a terrible Master if I did. But I do want you to, and if you want to, then I don't see why not."

Ginny sniffed, nodded, then continued playing with Lyra's nipples for a few seconds. "There's more, though. I... wasn't always so obsessed with sex. But the Diary started really putting things in my head... the dark thoughts, the images, the memories he gave me... it made me think of that sort of thing far earlier and... well, more intensely than I think most people would. He was older, sixteen when he made the Diary, you know? Our age now. But to an eleven-year-old girl, it was just too much. I was him, raping one girl after another with the Imperius curse, and without it. Torturing them sometimes if they resisted too much. And I enjoyed it, as him. I never thought I'd be attracted to girls, but he showed me I was. At least now that he's gone I know the attraction is mine."

"Grffuhh frr phaaat," Lyra tried to speak over the ring-gag, and Harry translated her thoughts more clearly.

"She says she's grateful for that, and I am too."

Ginny nodded, clearly lost in her own head-space still. "Anyway, because I became so interested so quickly, and at such a young age, when you came into my life as more than just that handsome hero I met briefly on the platform... when you stayed at our house the next summer. You know what I was like."

Harry nodded, "Shy."

"Randy. Every time... sure, there was an element of embarrassment, but when I saw you, I imagined you doing that sort of thing to me, and it got me excited. Every single time. So I'd run up to my room and rub one out. I wasn't hiding, not really. I came so much that summer." The last sentence was said stifling a giggle, which came out fully as she finished.

"Then you started being my friend, too, and you went from the hero I wanted to shag rotten to my best friend, and even more handsome, and I still wanted to shag you rotten, so... when you came to me and asked, there was no way I'd say no. Can you imagine having someone like Lyra, here, in front of you for five years and not being able to do anything about it? Then she suddenly comes up and asks to shag you? Would you- could you- say no?"

"Not a chance," Harry admitted, then slowly started twisting the dildo in Lyra's anus around in gentle circles as he remembered she was waiting for him still.

"Now, I get to watch you shag Hermione. I know you love her, and I'm not jealous, because I know you love me, too. Hannah's a pretty girl to get you off, but she doesn't mean much more than that to you, so I'm not jealous of that, either. Lyra's... well, a Succubus. As long as I get to have her too, why should I be jealous? Anyway, watching you shag her is erotic in every way. With the Runes it's even stronger, and I just feel like I never will have enough, but that's okay. I like it anyway, because the anticipation is good, too."

"That it is," Harry agreed softly, "Come here, Pet. Run your fingers all over this body before us... see it tremble?"

"Mmm... she's ready for your cock, Harry," Ginny agreed, trailing her fingertips down the heavy curve of Lyra's spine.

"A dildo in her ass, one in her cunt... and my dick will be there soon, too. But first, I want you to explore every inch of her with your tongue and hands while I do the same to you."

"Mm... that sounds fun!"

While Ginny was suckling on beautiful, abused teats, Harry brought out the quirt the Succubus had once used on Hermione and lashed across Lyra's back, her stomach, her thighs, both in the back and inside... and then moved down.

Ginny sighed in pleasure, and started rubbing between her own legs as she watched, close-up, while Harry gave Lyra's right breast a deep squeeze that must have hurt, before releasing it and slapping the quirt along the bottom of both breasts in quick succession. Lyra cried out, back arching again. Then, Harry handed the lash to Ginny, who took it with a smile and a look of pride at her Master's judgment, while he took hold of Lyra's head and shoved his aching cock into her mouth.

It barely fit through the ring, and even the Succubus choked on him for a moment before she adjusted, and coughed again when Ginny flicked the quirt across a nipple, then pinched it, and lightly caressed the other. Then Harry started moving, humping the gorgeous, felt-lined throat with gusto, and Ginny left the quirt behind to stand between Lilith's legs, and lifted one hand, fingers together, to show Harry. He nodded, grinning.

Lyra screamed around his cock as Ginny pushed her whole hand into the sopping pussy, using her grip on one ass cheek and Harry's pounding to give her leverage as she pushed in further and further, until it seemed like her whole lower arm was buried. She blinked, smiled, and Harry could imagine her hand twisting, seeking...

She must have found the small, vibrating dildo and pushed it against Lyra's skin, because the Succubus screamed again with wide eyes behind the blindfold, and began thrashing in ecstasy. He flushed, and willed...

The orgasm came as he wished, blasting through him with incredible force, and making his dick swell. He could see it, half-buried, turning purple from being past the ring as one spurt after the next, more than thirty this time, pulsed out of his aching, swirling loins and into his prized Succubus' waiting innards.

She did, too, he knew, and not just because he had. This time, he had made his climax coincide with hers, not the other way around, and Ginny slowly pulled her hand out, holding the dripping vibrator, with a very self-satisfied smile, "Neat trick, Master."

He smiled, slowly pulling out of Lyra's mouth, then reached back to undo the strap and let her mouth rest. As the ring clattered to the floor, he removed the blindfold, too, so that Lyra could clean him as was customary... though she hadn't missed much.

Ginny, too, leaned in once more to begin licking at the girl's folds, which soon had her shuddering with another climax, weaker but still quite enjoyable.

Nude, Harry left them there for a moment while he moved to the door of the common room and stuck his head out. Hermione and Ron were still in one of the other bedrooms. Judging by the sound, still caught up in each other.

He glanced over his shoulder, "Be back in a bit."

He had to get back up to the girl's dormitory. He was determined, now...

He wanted to feel Ginny's mouth on his cunt, to see if she was truly as spectacular as Hermione was at giving head.

Since it was dinnertime, Harry didn't have a hard time getting into the tower now, and the rain had temporarily let up so he didn't even need drying charms as he slipped in the window once more. Inside Hermione's trunk, it wasn't hard to shift a few of the well-organized belongings aside and find the heavy canteen. A quick sniff told him it was his prize, so Harry quickly conjured a small glass phial that would hold at least ten times his last dose, and poured enough viscous Potion into it to fill the lot, before stoppering both and returning the larger supply to where he'd found it.

A few minutes later, after conjuring a 'Do not Disturb' sign on the door of the dungeon, Harry stepped in again. Inside, Ginny had Lyra spread-eagled on the bed, legs and arms loose but still through loops of silk, while the two continued to eat each other out with vigorous energy. "There's a sight I could see for hours," Harry murmured.

Neither girl stopped or looked his way.

But Harry wasn't offended. Instead, he was glad of the opportunity to move into the room, seek out one of Ginny's long hairs under the guise of running a hand up her back, and break off a tiny piece.

Her own potion was a beautiful Heliotrope purple, and didn't taste utterly foul to Harry, though it wasn't pleasant either- almost like her squirt gone slightly rancid.

The transformation took about twenty seconds, during which he once more stripped off his clothing, before running a hand over his new, small breasts, and between his legs. She was, he decided, even more sensitive in both locations that Lavender. Good... this will feel even better.

"Ginny... stop playing with your toys and get to work on me."

The red-head looked up, and blinked. "Er..."

"It's me, Harry," he laughed, waving a hand to ward off her confusion, "Hermione had some Polyjuice. I... I wanted to try it."

The girl blinked, then shuddered in pleasure for several seconds, until she was gasping and trembling with aftershocks as Lyra finished her off. "I... I suppose that's... fine. I just wasn't expecting... well, this. You... you want me to lick... you, then?"

He nodded, but didn't climb onto the bed. Instead, he moved back to the newly re-conjured couch (the last one had made it about two and a half weeks, this should last for two more), and sat, spreading his legs.

His mirror image smiled, clearly intrigued by the idea, and gave Lyra's pussy a few pats, "Come watch this."

Lyra was laying sideways on the edge of the bed when Ginny sank between his feet, one knee up and rubbing on herself, smiling madly.

"It's kind of weird," Ginny whispered, "seeing, well... me. But it's kind of hot, too. I know what I like... where I like to be touched..."

And she did.

Ginny seemed to know what Harry really wanted, and took her time exploring her own body, working several specific spots. Just below her earlobes, with little nips and nibbles. Her collarbone, the hollow of her hips, the inside of each thigh and calf...

Then she started kissing up the inside of his slender, pale legs, and Harry's breath started to hitch in his throat as she got closer, closer...

And went around, kissing still up the front of the legs where they met his torso, then up his chest, until she was pressed against him, only a few inches lower. He could feel her heat against him, and knew from the heat in himself that she was aroused, for he certainly was. "I've never been able to lick my tits like Hermione can," she whispered, "and I want you to try it on me... after I do you."

He gasped as her lips closed on his buds, one hand instinctively pulling her closer as his eyes widened, sightlessly staring at the ceiling. Oh Gods!

But Ginny didn't torture him with pleasure for long before she changed sides, then slid up him again to offer her own tits, then gracefully drag them down his body, breasts jiggling and pressing firmly into each other for a moment before the pressure was too much and they sprang back into shape, until she was on her knees again.

"Now... a fresh taste of myself..."

Harry lurched again, unable to help it as a soft, inviting tongue caressed his petals, pushing them open and closed of its own volition, and every nodule of her tongue became perfectly clear as she glanced over his clit, then pushed the hood back with two fingers and made her tip blur along the most sensitive flesh...

He climaxed at once, pushing Ginny back with the force his body convulsed with, but she was back on him a moment later through another peak, and a third, before she relented. Relented just enough to move lower, lave his taint, which was extremely sensitive now after three crushing orgasms, and back up to his hole, where she pushed in a long, flexible tongue and began to move it around, deeper than he'd have suspected was possible for all but the Succubus. Then she started flicking it directly against what Harry knew, the moment she touched it, was his g-spot.

He came again. And again. Squirting, now, writhing, helpless, lost and found both, his entire body filled with pleasure and more pleasure, shaking, dancing, fiery freezing cold white c-c-cum-miiiing!

Harry moaned through clenched teeth. He couldn't stop shaking, his narrow pelvis trembling, arching up into Ginny's mouth uncontrollably, even though a fresh gout of liquid rushed out of him, splashing against his lover's jaw and trickling, tickling down the scalding skin between his legs.

All of those exterior signs paled in comparison to what was happening inside his copy of Ginny's body. In his earlier explorations of the female form as Lavender, Harry had experienced the flaming heat of passion brought out by his own fingers. That ascendant rush toward Heaven was equal to some of the most intense climaxes he had experienced as a man.

This one, brought about by an exceedingly talented cunnilinguist, one he trusted, that he loved, shattered the limits of what Harry knew pleasure to be, and turned the bonfire of his passion into a white-hot inferno that scorched the landscape of his psyche, leaving cinders in its wake.

When Harry came to, he bolted upright in his large bed of the private quarters. His bedroom door, as he glanced around, was ajar and all was quiet. Even that motion, though, told him that at least twenty minutes had passed, for the falling blankets had put enough pressure on his lap to make a throbbing erection known.

Harry threw the blankets off to stride, nude and slowly stroking himself, out to the common room. There a couple of covered dishes on the long coffee table. A quick check of the other rooms revealed that he was alone in the suite. He sighed, then sat down to read the note left with the dishes.

Master,

Ginny was very proud that you chose her to be your first experience as a girl. I'll forgive her gloating, because it was very sweet- she cares about you a great deal. And now she's trying to slap me for being sappy. She especially was happy that you got to enjoy that experience so much!

As I write this, the time is eight thirty, so I had an elf bring you breakfast. The elf said it should stay warm until you've taken off the lid. We're all making your excuses- you've come down with a cold- so you can take the day off. The younger years' Defense Teacher stopped by earlier, asking for a word. They'll be back later, I think.

Love, Lyra

He set the note down, smiling, cheered by the news even if it meant he wouldn't be getting relief for a while aside from his useless hand. Inside the first lid, he found sausages and eggs. Harry took up a bite of both, feeling sudden hunger wash over him at the smell. Had it truly been since lunch the previous day, or... no, it was brunch on Saturday since he'd eaten last. No wonder he was ravenous!

He was filled, dressed, and about to grab his Invisibility Cloak to try for some mid-school-day fun when there was a knock on the door.

Harry already had the door open when he realized he wasn't dressed.

The person on the other side was both one of the best... and the very, very worst to see him in such a state, especially with is half-erect penis sticking out.

Sirius Black.

"Er... S- Sirius?"

His godfather's smokey gray eyes widened, skipping down his body and then back up, and beneath the well-groomed black beard, he blushed. "Er... you might want to get dressed, kiddo. I'll wait."

Harry immediately shut the door, feeling strange numb tingling wash over him. He knew the feeling for what it was. Embarrassment used to be something common. Less so now that Lilith was around, but this...

He shook his head. There was nothing he could do about it now short of obliviation, and if he tried... No... he would just have to trust Sirius not to make a big deal out of it, he decided while getting dressed. "I'm so fucked..."

Of course, when he was dressed and opened the door, the older man was leaning against the far wall, looking quite serene. "All dressed?"

He took another look down Harry's body, seeming pleased, "Mind if I come in?"

"S- Sure," Harry nodded, pink-faced, "I'm just... surprised. What're you doing here?"

Sirius gave him a hurt look, one that even Harry could tell was entirely false, "I can't come visit my Godson at school? Ouch, Harry... Ouch. Right in the feels."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it," Harry rolled his eyes.

"Maybe I do, and maybe I don't," Sirius laughed, "I just figured, since I've been in the castle for a few weeks now, you might've come to visit me, that's all. Then I heard you were a bit under the weather, so I'm taking a free period to-"

"Wait... wait, wait. Three weeks? What- how come I haven't heard?"

Sirius blinked, "It was announced at breakfast, and the opening feast, according to Dumbledore. I'm the DADA Professor for the first five years this year. How can you not have heard?"

Harry blinked, too, "I... um... well, m- maybe I've been a bit cut-off from the rumor mill, but... seriously? You do know the position's cursed, right?"

"Sure," Sirius laughed, plopping down onto the couch and spreading his arms over the back as he looked around, "but I don't care. Like Remus, I'm not planning on being here more than a year anyway, so the curse shouldn't hit me too hard. And what's the worst that could happen- I get sent to Azkaban for something I did do? Dumbledore and I both felt it was better that I was close this year, just in case. And you know I'm more than qualified. The only one in our year who got a better DADA score than me on our NEWTS was Snapey. Even Mooney and Prongs got lower scores than me."

"I- I didn't know that," Harry said softly, dropping into one of the nearby armchairs. "I... well, I'm not feeling sick- don't go telling the others. I was just, um... up late, and slept in."

"Shagging?"

Harry blushed, nodding.

Sirius laughed again, loud and dog-like, "Lucky... it's been a few weeks since I've been able to, Marle- the girl I met in Kent, if you recall- couldn't come up on a regular basis because of her work."

"Just don't go shagging students," Harry said with a grin.

Sirius gave him a rather serious look in return, "No... Dumbledore made it quite clear that wasn't allowed, but I'm not into younger girls anyway. At least, not your age. Might've been sending a few looks toward Septima- Professor Vector- and Aurora Sinistra, but no. The only other lady in the school close to my age is Charity Burbage, and she's still a bit old for me."

Harry frowned. "You... you're still with Marle, and looking? Isn't that... cheating?"

Sirius grinned. "Nope. Open relationship, she said. I was actually her second person she's dating, though she broke it off with the first bloke when she found out what a stud I am. Girls these days, Harry, I tell you... they'll shag on a knut. So to speak."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Wouldn't know. Never had to pay for it myself."

"Ouch... ouch, Harry. And here I was, not mocking you for showing up starkers..."

The two talked for more than an hour, before Sirius, laughing uproariously at Harry's expense once again, made his way back to the Defense Classroom for the younger students that had been, apparently, set aside for his use while Dumbledore kept the larger one Harry himself was accustomed to.

With more than half the day free to look forward to before his friends had any significant amount of time to play, Harry took up his father's old map and Invisibility Cloak, wrapped the latter around himself, and stepped out of his room. A few minutes later, he was out on the grounds, enjoying the weather, quite unmolested by teacher or student. Eventually, though, he grew bored with his solitary walk, and headed back to the school.

He needed pussy.

But most students were still in class, the teachers occupied. He'd skipped lunch, not feeling hungry from his late breakfast, which meant there were precious few females available. I wonder if Romilda's in the Hospital wing still...?

Sneaking into the familiar, long infirmary revealed it to be empty, however, so Harry left once more. Got to be someone...

Then inspiration hit him.

A memory, too, of Dean shagging some sort of false-Ginny, a golem almost, in the Room of Requirement the night he'd taken Hermione's virginity.

"Wonder if I can recreate...?"

Five minutes later, still invisible, he stepped through the familiar doors of the Room of Requirement.

What he saw shocked him.

It wasn't an astronomy tower, or a bedroom, or boudoir, or anything of the sort where one might find a 'usual' place to shag.

"What the... this isn't 'a place to get off'," Harry muttered, glancing around the towering stacks of... well, what looked like everything. Colossal, leaning towers of books, leaning rows of old brooms by the hundreds. Cracked cauldrons, a few old paintings, some ripped and some so ancient and uncared for they seemed inactive were just the start.

Wands, too, at least six he could see from the door, stools, chairs, a few swords and a bloody axe that looked oddly familiar. A cabinet, a table...

And a girl.

A girl tied to a table at the ankles and wrists, so her legs were spread wide along one end, and her arms outstretched in a sort of I-shape, with silky blonde hair cut short, a series of bruises around her hips, thighs, and arms, and even more on her breasts. She was nude, ripped clothing scattered around the table, and dried semen covered her stomach and dripped from the girl's pussy onto a puddle on the floor.

The only thing she wore was a blindfold.

Harry recognized her at once: this was Mandy Brocklehurst, the Ravenclaw girl in their year who had been missing since the same night he and Ron had broken Romilda Vane's mind.

He stepped closer, around an arming bench standing up on one side and a wardrobe, for a clearer view, unable to help himself from watching how her breasts moved as she breathed. Still alive, then...

The girl looked thinner than he remembered, but if she'd been captive for more than two weeks, it made sense. There were remnants of meals around, too, but...

Clearly, most of the time when her captor or captors were around, Mandy was being raped, not fed.

The thought both aroused Harry, and made his blood boil.

Without thought, his wand waved, and the four cords that bound the girl vanished.

She didn't stir.

He stepped closer, just enough to touch a knee gently. "Mandy...?"

After a few seconds of the girl not screeching in fear or panicking, or anything of the sort, he tried again.

"Just get it over with," her tired, hoarse voice said, "I'm tired of fighting, and I'm not falling for your tricks."

"I'm not here to rape you," Harry said softly, "I... I just stumbled across you. I'm trying to rescue you."

Mandy gave a sort of strangled half-laugh, choking on the sound, "Right, I fell for that one once. Just put it in me and get it over with. Maybe this time I'll actually enjoy it... at least one of you has a decent dick."

Harry blinked. A clue, then, to the perpetrators... there were more than one.

"Fine," he shook his head slowly, "I'll... I'll make you feel good if you want, just so you believe it's not me that's done this to you."

"I'd say take my blindfold off," the girl muttered, "but they cursed my eyes- can't see anyway."

He froze. That would have been an obvious solution... was seeing her there, nude, after having gone without sex for a whopping six hours or so affected his thinking that much...?

"I..."

"I said get it over with. Just rut away, like always."

Harry swallowed, "Fine... since it's clear you don't believe me, I'll prove it. Do any of your captors have a dick this big?"

He pulled out his member, and slapped the motionless girl across the stomach with it from the side.

She winced, then tentatively, wincing, picked up her right hand to rest it over his log. "N- no..."

Then, to his surprise, she started stroking him, tugging him closer to her mouth, running him along her soft, bruised chest... No. No, bad idea, he told himself.

But he couldn't stop, especially then the girl opened her mouth and put his tip in, just the head. She swirled her tongue, flicked it across his urethra. "I... Mandy, st- stop. I'm not trying to-"

Then she started stroking him, and Harry gave up fighting. "Fine," he growled, "you want to make me get off? Fine."

He yanked his cock free of her mouth, then slapped it across her cheeks. She yelped, but didn't protest, aside from reaching out for him and trying to pull his member closer again. But Harry didn't care for her whims anymore. If she wanted to be a captive that badly...

He would give her what she wanted.

For a brief moment, as he crossed to the nether regions of the girl's body, he wondered how she could stand to have her legs spread so wide for so long, but her folds were dripping already, engorging with blood. He pushed a finger in, just to be sure, and found her wet and warm. "You want me to rape you, Mandy?"

"N- No," she murmured, "I hate it."

A part of Harry wondered if that was true.

But he was also done caring for what she wanted. He wanted to get off, and she was wet and warm. He lined up, and pushed in, driving to the hilt in mad desperation.

Past fold and curve, past cervix even, and straight to the very back of the girl's womb in one swift motion.

Mandy screamed, bucked on him, and finally seemed to realize that her hands were truly free when they flew to cover the massive bulge his cock made in her stomach as her back arched, and legs finally flew together, clutching feebly at his waist as if she could barely control them.

The dark part of Harry that had taken over, the same part that had relished in dominating Pansy that first time, in breaking Romilda Vane's mind with rapture, cheered him on as Harry took hold of both modest breasts, twisted his hands upright almost like they were the controllers to a computer game, and held her in place that way as he started bucking furiously.

Mandy screamed again, gasping as he hit the back of her womb again and again. On the removal, she whimpered and writhed, seeming to seek him out, trying to pull him back in.

Harry didn't care.

He leaned in to suckle a nipple, not even caring that it was probably covered in some guy's cum, then bit into it just as it puckered, enjoying how it bounced in his mouth as he kept rutting. Somehow, despite being used as a target of rape repeatedly over the last two weeks, she was still tight to him, not just shallow in the channel, and Harry loved it. Loved feeling her begin to fight against him, the juicy pussy both welcoming him in, and fighting to keep him out.

He yanked all the way out, reached down with his magically-improved strength, and flipped the girl over, then shoved back in, slamming her into the table from behind. Then he grabbed both arms and heaved backward, arching her back toward him as he continued to pump, pushing his hips further and further, until her toes were off the ground, suspended by his grip and his massive, surging cock.

She came, shuddering and gasping, crying out after about a minute of that position, and the rush of fluids and heat caused Harry's orgasm to trigger too. He blasted into her, not caring if she was on the potion or not- clearly, her captors hadn't.

He let the girl down slowly after, expecting a colossal rush of guilt as she collapsed to the stone floor of the room, panting and heaving on all fours, cunt dripping copious amounts of his seed onto the floor.

The guilt didn't come. Just satisfaction.

"I came," she whispered, "I... I came from being raped. I... what's... wrong with me...?"

"Maybe you like it," he answered quietly, astounded that he didn't feel any guilt, and already looking toward another round.

But now that he'd found her... "Do you want to go back? I can take you to the Hospital Wing. Or... or you can stay here. Do you know who your captors were?"

The blindfolded blonde shook her head, "No... I have some suspicions. There are three. One has a small dick, it's hard for him to get it up. One is medium, and one is pretty big. Nothing like- like yours. Gods, I want it in me again... All of them are cruel, but the medium one is the only one with any brains."

Harry nodded. More clues.

"If... if you can get their names, I'll see them brought down for what they did to you. But I'm not sure how you could get them if you don't remember."

Mandy shook her head, "I'll stay... it's... not so bad. Once a day or so they come up here and- use me. Every once in a while I get to enjoy it a bit. Maybe- maybe they'll slip up."

"Okay," Harry said slowly, "If you're sure. How- how will I find you again? I don't know what this room is called."

He knew the Room of Requirement, of course, but he'd only seen this gigantic mess once before. This configuration...

"The leader calls it the Hidden Room," she whispered, then forced herself up to her knees. "Can I have your cock again, sir?"

Harry grinned, leaned down, "Back on your hands and knees, girl."

The second time, he felt even less guilt, despite worrying about growing Stockholm Syndrome in the Ravenclaw. Still felt amazing, though.

By the fourth, he was even willing to repair the ropes the girl had been tied with and put her back to the table... and only then did he dare try his new Eye of Dominance power to hopefully keep her from ratting him out to whoever came next... or anyone else after he 'rescued' her.

It seemed to work, but of course there was no accurate way to test it. He would just have to wait and see.

Glossary:

Nothing new.