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Chap. 60: (Un)Private Time

As the proprietress moved away, taking another order on her magical tablet, Pansy lifted her eyebrows while Harry switched feet. "I'm actually impressed. Truly. You had the confidence to assume, and correctly, that I like fish and scallops. You picked a good wine, too. Too bad it's sparkling."

Harry shrugged as if it weren't a big deal, and turned his eyes down to the other foot for a moment to hide his own slight embarrassment. "I... well, I know a bit about food, that's all. I've noticed you once or twice this year in the Great Hall, and you do seem to enjoy some things more than others."

Pansy grinned, her already-rubbed foot suddenly shifting to between his legs, where the balls of her feet began to rub softly. "Well, then. You even pay attention! You are truly a catch, Harry. I think that deserves a reward."

He groaned as her foot moved a little faster, quickly coaxing his penis to full length. Unfortunately, it went down his trouser leg. Pansy noticed quickly, and soon shifted down in her seat a little to run her foot up and down it, not helping Harry's situation at all. He couldn't even say it felt very good. It hurt, more than anything, because of the odd angle, but the eroticism of Pansy trying to get him off with a foot-job in a public space as well-known as the Three Broomsticks was something else.

"You'll need to stop soon," Harry groaned, "because it's sort of working, but- but Rosmerta's coming back."

Pansy frowned, but did as he suggested. Conversation throughout their lunch was more light, while Harry tried to explain the differences between football and Quidditch. His friends and the D.A. straggled a bit longer, but left before Pansy had cleared half the plate. Soon, they were the last students left. Hogsmeade, for all its fun the first few years, got a bit old by the time you were in sixth or seventh, and most of the pleasure was had in the first two hours or so, visiting the shops.

Half an hour later, Pansy looked up at the snow-covered Shrieking Shack, then turned away. "I was going to suggest we simply do it in there now that I know it's not haunted, but it seems far too drafty."

"That it is," Harry agreed. He wanted to get to it, as well. Pansy's foot-based teasing had resumed the moment the last students had left, and had continued until they had risen to leave, the bill paid by Harry of course. Her own admission of wanting to shag at some point only made him more randy, but it seemed they would wait. The carriages were all in use, so they couldn't even get... wait. One was coming up the path now. If they hurried...

The wheel's creaking told Harry they were about fifty feet away. The path wasn't far off.

"Carriage," he said quickly.

"Oh... yes, let's."

She followed his hand, hurrying quickly but not quite running, and the Thestrals stopped as Harry raised a hand. "Anyone inside," he called.

"Er... yeah," a male voice called, unfamiliar, "but we're, uh, a bit busy."

He and Pansy shared a look, but her face was unreadable. "Is there room?"

"I said we're busy," the voice shouted, and the door opened to reveal a shirtless boy of about fifteen. "Er... Potter?"

"Yes," Harry replied, "Sorry, I'm not sure of your name. I know you're busy. We want to shag, but it's cold. Can we join you for the ride, at least? We won't be a bother."

The young man grunted in surprise, then turned to duck his head into the carriage. He heard a female voice hiss something back, then he stuck his head out to look at Pansy, and back in. Thirty seconds later, blushing madly, he was back again. "She- my girl, she- she said if- if you let her, um, s- suck you, you can come. Both of you."

Harry turned to Pansy, who gave him a steely look. "What's the problem, Harry? I'm cold. Go."

"I think I do love you," he murmured suddenly, his face breaking into a wide smile. He didn't even know who the girl was, but a blow-job was almost always fun.

He hadn't expected Lavender, but was pleased to see the girl, her shirt hanging open and without a bra, her skirt on, but scarlet knickers around one ankle. The boy was indeed shirtless, and a not-inconsiderable bulge hid (not very well) what they'd just been doing. "Didn't think you'd say no, Harry," Lavender said breathlessly, eyeing Pansy for a moment. "Parkinson."

"Brown. Go on, get to sucking."

"Er..."

Harry grinned as he opened his trousers and sat down next to Lavender, who immediately twisted in the seat and bent to wrap her lips around his shaft, her hand already pumping at his lower half. "What's your name, mate?"

"M- Malcom. Malcom Donahue."

Harry sighed as he leaned back, resting his hand on Lavender's now well-practiced head as she started bobbing, the pressure increasing a little with every pump. "Have a seat, you look tense. Pansy doesn't bite unless you ask her to."

He shot a nervous glance at the Slytherin, who was already sitting opposite Lavender and pulling her gloves off in the magically-warmed cabin. He did sit after a moment, clearly hesitant, and kept glancing at Lavender. "Sorry for interrupting your shag or whatever," Harry apologized, "but I'm sure Lavender will want more. As long as you don't finish too early, anyway. So... gods, you're getting good at this, Lavender. Shit. Anyway. If you ask nicely, Pansy might give you a hand-job if you want, too. Nothing else today, I'm afraid, from her. Or be patient. Once we get to the castle, we'll be out of your hair."

"I- I told her, I'd..." the younger boy trailed off, his eyes now moving between Harry's face, his crotch, and Pansy, who was watching the action studiously, but without apparent disgust or affection. "I mean... aren't you, like... on a date? With her?"

Harry nodded, "I assume you asked out Lavender?"

The boy nodded.

"She's- ugh- damned good. Lucky bloke."

"I've, er... we've done it," Malcom whispered.

"Cool."

That was all Harry said as the blonde girl bobbed on him. He didn't need to explain to this kid (though he was only a year younger, give or take) why Lavender was so free with her affection. It wasn't his business. But he was grateful all the same. "Look, I'm not going to rat you out. If we'd gotten an empty carriage, I'd be balls-deep in Pansy. For all I care, you can put it in Lavender right now, I bet she's dripping."

The young man groaned, a longing look roaming over his interrupted date's body. Lavender herself only reacted by shooting him a thumbs-up, then reaching back to hike up her skirt and move to kneel on the bench.

Then he looked to Pansy, of all people. She said nothing, only jerked her head toward Lavender's hind end as if to say, Well? Get on with it!

Unfortunately, Malcom didn't seem to understand Slytherin body language. Harry took one more bit of pity on him, "That was an invitation, mate. Seriously. Lav wants you to pull it out and stick it in her juicy little cunt, and pound her until you cream. Isn't that right, Lavender?"

"Mmmmmm," she moaned on his cock.

Harry grinned, patting her head, "See?"

"But... but your date is..."

"Not going to have sex with you," Pansy said flatly.

"N- No, I mean- I mean you're... not..."

"I don't object to what Harry is doing," she said, "Nor Miss Brown. Nor do I care what you do. I appreciate you allowing me to warm up. That is the extent of how much I care."

"Er.. r- right."

It took a few seconds for the shy boy to fumble out of his pants, but he moved behind Lavender with some alacrity and shoved a moderately-large erection into her snatch smoothly, and started humping with a rough, uneven pace as his hands dug into her rump.

Lavender moaned all the same, her throat flexing around Harry as she sighed over his cock.

He let it build and build, the teasing pressure that Pansy had started building in the Three Broomsticks mounting ever higher, but he didn't climax. He wanted to wait. Instead, Malcom finished by blowing his load over Lavender's arse about two minutes before they passed the gates, and collapsed into the corner opposite Pansy, gasping for breath. Lavender gamely kept sucking.

Harry only looked over her, "Congratulations, your first threesome. Sort of. Don't feel you were inadequate, I'm a lot more used to it than you. Come on, Lavender. Oh... oh yeah. There we go… All the way down."

But Harry still forced himself to tuck his erection into his pants by folding his belt around him with it facing up against his stomach as they climbed from the carriage and hurried into the castle as a light snow began to fall.

Two halls and a turn later, Pansy glanced about, then raised up on her toes to kiss him again. "That was an adequate date, Harry. I especially liked the carriage ride back... a nice performance for that young man. But I would like a finisher, still. Your new bedroom awaits, I hope?"

"That it does, my lady," Harry said with a grin, pushing open the door behind him.

There was no one in the common area, and all the actual bedroom doors were shut. That's why he was surprised to enter the dungeon to find it occupied. "Astoria? What are you doing in here?"

The young witch straightened up from where she had bent to examine some of the toys and implements on the far wall behind his new bed and spun to face him and Pansy, who had followed behind him after removing her boots, gloves, and cloak in the room she shared with the younger girl temporarily

"O- Oh, H-Harry. And Pansy! Oh... shit, I... I mean... I was just, er..."

Astoria's clear shame and embarrassment at being caught out in his room, snooping, would have been fierce enough, Harry was sure. But watching her try to come up with some excuse for poking her nose into what was, his new bedroom or not, still a sex dungeon was an entirely new animal, and it amused him greatly. Even if he knew Daphne would have kittens if she heard about this. "Frankly, I don't personally care if you're in here," Harry told her after she had sputtered for a few seconds more, "but you know full well your sister would murder you, and probably castrate me."

"That is, if your parents don't beat her to it," Pansy told her coldly, coming up to stand beside Harry and crossing her arms. "Your father in particular is very protective of you."

Harry of course hadn't met either of the Greengrass girls' parents, but the note he had written when they had smuggled Astoria to him in what amounted to magically-induced cryogenic hibernation last summer had told Harry quite a lot about them. They would risk anything for their daughter's health and safety. Even if it put her in a little risk too. He sighed, "Look, you're still a bit young for all this. Later on, like next year, I won't complain if you want to ask me about all of it, but for now, can you not come into my bedroom uninvited?"

"After all," Pansy added, just as coldly, "we are guests here. You would not abuse your host's trust by snooping in their home, would you?"

At least Astoria looked suitably chastised as, still red-faced, she twisted a stocking-clad foot against the floor, looking down at it. "No... no, I wouldn't."

"Yet you did. Go find something else to do, young lady."

Harry was impressed at the commanding tone Pansy had managed, without making her seem bossy or rude. If anything, he thought it sounded more like an older sister or maybe a young mother reminding a child (as Astoria was, even more technically than he and Pansy as well) that they could still put them over a knee if they misbehaved again. Astoria kept looking down as she hurried past them. She didn't say a word either, only shut the door as she passed.

Pansy huffed, then withdrew the wand she kept in a holster at the back of her waist, he could now see without her cloak covering it, and murmured, "Silencio," at the door, followed by a simple locking charm, a version Harry knew was proof against the commonly-known Unlocking Charm Hermione had learned in their first year.

"Color me surprised," Harry groaned, casting his eyes at where he thought Astoria might be through the walls, "I didn't expect her to be in here at all."

Pansy shrugged, "It's not your fault, Harry. She always was a curious thing, according to Daphne. Of course, if you didn't have all of this out all the time, she might not have found it."

"Yes, well," he grumbled, "I don't have as much storage space as I'd like, and some of them are rather bulky."

"Ever hear of shrinking charms?"

Harry blinked. "Oh. Yeah. A- Anyway. I believe you said you wanted to shag, right?"

Pansy smirked at him for a moment, almost a sneer really, then nodded. "I silenced the door for a reason. The sooner you get my clothes off the sooner you can... what was your word? Ravish me?"

Her deadpan expression didn't tell Harry anything about what Pansy was actually thinking, but by this point, his bond with Lilith was so great that with a moment's concentration as he removed his own shirt, he could almost see lust radiating off the Slytherin witch in palpable waves. He smiled as an idea struck him. He knew how to drive her just mad with it, after all.

"Strip."

Pansy blinked, "I beg your pardon? It's your job to uncover me if you're going to claim me, Potter."

"No," Harry suddenly growled, turning a dark glower in her direction, then lifting his hands to cup her jaw, forcing her to look up at him from very close. "You'll do as your told, harlot. Take off every bit of clothing you're wearing, right now."

Pansy shuddered in his grip, tried to pull away, but not nearly hard enough. After a moment, her hands rose to her hemline and took hold, lifting her shirt from the waist up. Only then did Harry let go and step back, watching as her hands trembled while the cloth slowly rolled over her figure. It caught on her chest, easily as large as Hermione's with just a little more sag. Still not much, but enough the shirt took a little more work to pull past it that way. While Pansy had it over her head, her arms still crossed inside it but before it had passed her face, he stepped in again and grabbed hold of her lacey silver bra, yanking it down to reveal her breasts in full.

Pansy hissed, but did not protest as he roughly grabbed her left one in both hands, giving it a squeeze, then letting go and pulling back. Her nipples, both of them, began to stiffen and were fully erect before she had struggled out of her shirt.

She glared at him fiercely as she let the clothing fall into one loose grip, then slip onto the floor.

"I didn't say you could look at me, Parkinson," Harry growled. "You think we're equals? Eyes on my feet or the floor. And keep taking it off."

Pansy swallowed, shook again briefly as if she was stricken with a sudden chill, then obeyed, keeping her eyes down as she reached below her chest to unsnap the bra, letting it fall over her now wrinkled shirt.

The belt, clasped with a snake belt buckle of course, came undone next, and she shimmied the too-tight trousers around her firm buttocks and thick thighs with visible effort, causing her tits to shake as she bent to finish the job. Harry was already stiff, but he refrained from so much as adjusting himself in his own pants while she stepped out of them, adding the black cloth to the pile. Pansy lifted one foot to remove the calf-high socks, and almost fell. Harry caught her by the hair as she teetered, making Pansy yelp. But his grip was not tight enough to truly hurt, and she hadn't fallen to the side far, so it was enough to bring her back to upright and steady her. Nor did she complain at his continued grip while she removed the other one.

When only her knickers, as silver and lacey as the brassiere had been remained, Harry switched his grip from the girl's raven-black hair to her chin again, and this time lifted her to look at him before smashing his mouth into hers roughly, his tongue immediately seeking entrance.

Entrance he was granted as Pansy's body melted into him completely. Her return kiss was equally passionate, but she did not fight him or his tongue so much as moved to allow him passage as he went, allowing the barest, lightest of contact, for all the force their lips clashed with.

Just as she was truly getting into it, Harry pulled away, then pushed on both shoulders, "Suck it, whore."

Pansy whimpered, but nodded, immediately falling to her knees on the wood floor next to her clothes, just inside the door of his large bedroom, and fished for his own belt. Her trembling fingers took several tries to undo it and lower his pants, but Harry ignored it as long as she was working hard. There would be plenty of time to punish the useless slut who couldn't even open pants properly later.

She took him in still shaking hands nervously, lowering his shaft to her mouth to kiss the tip, then let her tongue swirl around it a little. She was more sure this time than the last time he'd gotten a blowjob from Pansy, in her shower near the start of the term, but she clearly still lacked practice, for she hesitated before each and every action.

That was okay with Harry, though. He knew how to break her of that. He would let her try for now, get comfortable with his cock in her mouth a little more, then show her how to do it right, like Lavender or Hermione did. If he had his way, by the time they left school, Pansy Parkinson would be a grade-A cocksucker, and not in the "Acceptable" meaning, but the "Amazing" one.

He would make sure of it, in fact.

"You fucking suck at this," Harry growled after a few minutes of her licking him or only taking in his cap, "Let me show you. Lift your hips a little, and lean forward onto your hands. Come here, girl."

The he grabbed her head, pulling her center of gravity forward some more, and rammed his entire cock, eight inches of it at the moment for her own comfort (not that he would tell her he'd lowered his size) into her mouth. At once, Pansy gagged, her eyes widening in shock and horror, but Harry held her nose against his abdomen for ten full seconds before he let her go. She coughed twice, turned to the side and spat, then looked up at him with tear-filled eyes that was already making her once gorgeous makeup run.

He thought it looked even better like this. "I hate you, Potter," she whispered.

Harry took her by the chin again and gave a little squeeze, looking her dead in the eye from high above, and growled, "You can hate me all you like. You're still a harlot, so you will obey. Get back to work."

She whimpered one more time, but obediently took his dick into her mouth again. She started bobbing at once this time, more turned on that she would probably ever have admitted despite how harshly, or because of how harshly, he had been treating her. Masochism, he decided after taking hold of Pansy's hair with two fists and starting to thrust on his own in counterpoint to her slower movements. She didn't really like the pain so much, but felt she deserved to be punished. Punished for being a bitch, for being so mean to so many people. For betraying her family and everything she'd been taught to believe growing up, maybe. Years of abuse, mostly verbal, toward Harry and his friends.

The reasons were probably many and varied, but they likely wouldn't matter to Pansy.

She wanted to be punished, abused. Felt she deserved it.

So much so that it excited her tremendously when it happened, especially like this. And who was Harry to shame someone for their kinks? He kind of liked it himself, as the small, dark part of himself wanted to heap more abuse and pain onto her in return for all she had said about them, all the cruelties she had murmured toward Hermione in particular.

He had already forgiven her, yes, and sincerely. But Harry would freely admit he was no saint, and never had been. He could indulge in a bit of self-righteous anger and vengeance even after doing so with no qualms at all.

So he fucked her throat relentlessly for a few minutes, making Pansy whimper and moan around his erection, until he felt she could take no more. Only then did he unload into her mouth and onto her face, making a true mess of her. "Hold it there, my little harlot," Harry ordered her as she coughed and sputtered with a half-cup or so of his semen in her gaping open mouth as her head tilted upward.

Completely unflagged, he smeared the cum around her face with his rock-hard dick, then pushed the tip in to get a few drops more, which Harry then flicked down on to her chest, until both full breasts were spattered with white droplets. The whole while, which took over a minute, Pansy was made to breathe through her nose, inhaling the heady scent of him that emanated from his cock, her mouth, and covered her whole face. Then she had to swallow it, as he'd told her.

She deserved far worse, so Pansy obeyed.

Once the mess was mostly gone from her mouth, Harry used his dick to slap her cheeks again, then pushed past her lips again, stroking in fully two or three more times to let her lips clean him a bit, then stepped away.

"Now you can undress me."

Pansy didn't hesitate anymore. Instead, almost ravenously, she knee-walked forward and helped Harry step out of his pants, socks, and boxers, then stood to pull his shirt over his head. Without being bidden, once that was done, she sank to her knees again, taking a subservient position that Harry found quite arousing. Not that he needed it.

But Harry put her body, as much as he wanted to mount her right there, from his mind for a moment. He cast his eyes around the room, and eventually settled on the same sawhorse Romilda had spent more than two weeks astride. He knew it had adjustable straps. They even slid, which allowed the body using it to be pulled forward or back, onto the edge or allowing it to hang off for easier access to the holes. "Up, girl. Follow me."

His command was brusque, cold, and sounded alien even to himself, but Pansy didn't hesitate to do so. Apparently, him using her throat for pleasure so harshly had put her very much in the mind of an obedient little whore. Hmm... a whore... and she thinks Ron's cute, she's all-but admitted it. He liked having Romilda on this thing, too. I might have to have him come in here when I leave for the party, and just... leave her here. That actually sounds like an excellent idea.

He had about two hours to get ready. Plenty of time.

"Stand on this, and put your other leg over," Harry ordered, gesturing to the stirrup-step that was used to mount the device.

As she stared at it, specifically the almost knife-edge (though a very dull one) that would, if used properly, nestle right into her cunt's slit, she shivered again, this time with trepidation. "H- Harry?" she whispered.

He reached down to slap her on the arse, quite hard, "I didn't say you could use my name, harlot. It's Master or Sir. Get that arse up there before I slap it again."

"Yes, Sir," she whimpered, stepping up and obeying his instructions. Without being told to, she slipped her ankles into the restraints just above either stirrup, using her powerful thigh muscles to hold her over the edge. That would work for a while, he knew, but not forever. Sooner or later she would get tired. Or he could just lower the restraints, pulling her onto it anyway.

Once her wrists were secure too, Harry walked around her slowly, a leather cat-o'-nine in his hands loosely slapping into his palm as he came in and out of her view. "You know how this works, I'm sure. Sooner or later your legs will get tired, and you'll slip lower and lower until your dirty, nasty cunt touches the edge. Maybe even right on your clit. Wouldn't that hurt? Just thinking about it makes me wince. It's a terrible pain, from what I've been told, but I've only had one other whore on here, and she was quite mad. So I don't honestly know if it hurts. You'll tell me when you're done, won't you, girl?"

When Pansy took more than a second to respond, he lashed out with the leather strips, slapping them over the opposite cheek from the one he'd slapped earlier.

Pansy yelped, then cried out in pain as her pussy dragged over the edge below it. She sobbed after yanking herself up and away, her thighs already shaking with the strain. Good, that will just tire her out faster.

"Answer me."

"Y- Yes, Sir. Yes, Master! It hurts!"

"Good. I want it to hurt. Because you've been naughty. Very bad, in fact. You told me to get my dick sucked by a whore today, and you watched it. Only bad girls watch other girls pleasure their man, don't they? Answer me!"

This time, the leather stroked across her right side, crossing between the top of her hip and the outside of her breast, leaving six narrow, bright red welts. Harry winced at the sight, they had raised quickly. He hadn't meant to use just the tip, hadn't wanted to actually injure. But Pansy moaned, and he could see several droplets of moisture hitting the panels of the sawhorse between her thighs and calves. They gathered and started running down before her sobbing faded enough to reply, "Yes, Sir! Naughty girls- they get punished!"

"Yes," Harry said quietly, running a hand over the red mark on her arse he'd made, but this time gently caressing it, then moving over to the whip-lash and doing the same there. "Yes... naughty girls get punished, and good girls get rewarded. Which one are you, Pansy? I wonder."

She didn't say anything, but Harry didn't lash out. He actually wanted her to think about it, this time. As he moved around her head again, he saw the girl's eyes fasten on his dick, which stood out in front of him now about ten inches, back to almost normal. "What? You want this? Are you thinking about my cock in your slutty little mouth, whore? Or in your dirty, nasty little cunt?"

"Yes, sir," she whispered.

Harry dropped the short whip, stepped up to her head, and jammed his cock as far into her mouth as it would go, then reached around to grab either of her breasts. They were pressed roughly into the sawhorse and spread by it already, so he had good access only from the sides, but he mauled them harshly for almost twenty seconds while she gagged and choked on him, utterly unprepared to be penetrated.

She spit up, almost vomiting as he yanked himself free and stepped to the side, bending down to grab the whip again before standing up and letting it trail softly down her spine. "You have a very nasty mouth, too. I bet you suck every cock that comes your way. You would've sucked that kid's earlier, wouldn't you? If he'd just had the balls to ask."

Pansy blushed, but shook her head, "No, sir! My dirty mouth- it's only for you, sir!"

"Liar," Harry hissed, shoving a finger, then two more, into it and pulling on her cheek, yanking her whole head to the side to look up at him at a very awkward angle. "Tell the truth. How many dicks have been in your mouth, slut?"

She whimpered on his fingers, trying to work her jaw enough to answer without biting him. Harry had mercy after a few second and let go. "T- two, Master. Just two. Yours and- and- and W-"

"Who?" He already knew, of course. He'd been there. Seen the shame burning across her face. The same shame growing there now as she remembered, tried to get the word out.

"W-Weasley."

"Ronald Weasley? You sucked that guy's cock?"

She nodded, her body squirming on the device, but not quite enough to lower her onto the edge again. Harry slapped down on her arse with his open palm, driving her cunt into the horse, and she cried out again, then a second time, even louder, when he repeated it. "Ow! I'm sorry, Sir, I'm sorry!"

"For what? What are you apologizing for, harlot?"

"For sucking his cock, Sir!"

He smacked her again, then spun the handle of the whip in his hand and pushed it up against her pussy lips, which were swollen and dripping. She froze still at the alien object touching her there, which left the edge driving into her crotch at a slight angle from the top left to the bottom right. Wow, she's taking it like a champ.

Then he pulled it and his hand away and moved back to her front, squatting and resting his arms on his knees. About level with her, Harry said reasonably, "I don't care if you suck Weasley's cock, harlot, because that's what you are. Harlots suck dicks. Don't they?"

She nodded.

"I care," he added while standing again, and angling his penis to rub his head around her lips, but not letting her take it in even when she reached for it, pulling against the restraints to suck on him. "I care that you enjoyed it. Naughty girl... slutty, whorish girls like sucking dick. Good wives and women let their husbands get pleasure from them, don't they?"

He was taking a gamble on what she'd been taught as a girl, knowing that while wizarding society was very egalitarian as far as gender roles, in the home they were still very much 'traditional' in many cases. Especially, he suspected, the older pure-blood families.

Patriarchal, all of them, after all.

Pansy whimpered, stopped fighting the restraints to get at him, and nodded before letting her head fall limply against the front of it. "Yes, sir."

"That's what we have back here, too, isn't it? A slutty hole used by men to get their pleasure. But you like having it used, don't you? You like being an object for them to look at, something to put their dirty members in, and use."

"Yes," she whispered, quite softly.

He slashed across her cunt with the whip, and she jerked, her hips moving in a wide circle that ended with them bouncing off the edge again with another cry. "What was that?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Better. Well... we've gotten some progress in today. We've established that you're a dirty, nasty harlot, a slut, a slag, and a whore. You like sucking dicks and taking them in your dirty fuck-hole. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, sir!"

This time, the cry was loud, sure, and without any hint of shame.

It made Harry proud, even as it stoked his libido to even higher levels. This time, when he put the whip handle against her pussy, Pansy actually pushed back against it, eagerly mounting it despite the flat tip. She even moaned as it went inside an inch or two.

Harry snorted, switched his grip and flat-palmed it, pushing the handle all the way inside, then used two fingers to push it in further until it stopped as Pansy gasped. Two full inches of the whip, plus about six for the handle, were completely inside her, and the rest dangled out to tickle at her feet the way she was mounted. It wasn't too thick, only about an inch, but Harry knew it was enough to feel. And it had gone in so smoothly, because Pansy was drenched. He smiled, came around to her front and cupped both tear- and makeup- laden cheeks as he crouched again, then leaned in and kissed her forehead tenderly. "You've done well, then. It's good to admit what we are. As a reward, I'm going to punish you in a way you'll enjoy. Don't tense up."

It was the only warning he got as Harry stood smoothly and crossed to her rear again, angled himself down to gather some of her juices on his cock, then spit onto her little brown star and pushed in smoothly, burying his entire ten inches into her rectum at once.

Pansy didn't exactly tense up.

She seized, hard, her entire body convulsing as he pushed past her, and didn't let up until after he was already bent low over her, one hand roving her back gently, the other on her jaw, "Ssh, ssh... let it out, let it go. Relax, Pansy. It hurts so much less, remember?"

"I... I hate you so much," she whimpered, but didn't tell him to take it out.

Harry only chuckled, "I know. But your arse is amazing, I couldn't resist. Don't you feel so good, with that thing in your tight little cunt, and my dick in your bum?"

Pansy only whimpered.

Harry reached down then, sliding his hand beneath her body and past her warm, soft and flat stomach to slide between the sawhorse and her pussy. "Ah... somebody's tender," he hummed when she jerked at his touch, "but this will help."

He started working her clit slowly with his fingers, circling the hood back and forth a few times before he bent down, all tenderness and gentle touches, as he kissed down her shoulders and back, slowly withdrawing inch by inch until only his head was still spreading her brown star. Then he went back up, just as slowly.

When he bottomed out in her arse again, Pansy was breathing fast, moaning softly with each breath, and the heat emanating against his hand, along with the moisture he could feel literally dripping off his fingers told him Pansy was enjoying every moment of this. "I'm going to cum in your ass," he told her firmly, but not unkindly this time. "I'm going to mount you like an animal and cum in your ass so hard you'll feel it next week. That's your reward, Pansy. Your reward for being my good little harlot."

She didn't say anything, only sighed as a mild orgasm was coaxed out by the objects, living and leather, stuffed into her holes and his fingers as they continued to play with her sensitive bits.

Harry stood up, one hand kneading into the more mild welts he'd left on her left bum-cheek, the other stretching to cup her right breast from the side, then bending a bit more to tweak and pull at her nipple as it began to swing with his slow, measured thrusts.

It was almost more than he could take, but Harry wasn't quite ready to end things quickly.

No... he wanted her to scream his name as he did it. So Harry pulled out, not bothering to explain as she whimpered and jerked at the sudden emptiness. He crossed the room to their clothes, picked up his wand, and hurried back. A quick incantation, learned from Hermione, had the whip-handle vibrating. Pansy moaned louder, and as he pushed back into her anus she groaned a long, husky, "Yeessss..."

At half-way in, he slapped one cheek, watching as it bounced off the other around his cock, then the other side, before reaching for Pansy's hair again, yanking back on her head roughly. "You like that, harlot?"

"Yes, oh, Circe, I do! Please, Sir! Fuck my arse!"

"I intend to."

He kept his grip on her head, hauling it back like he had with another girl just the day before, and started moving faster, pumping furiously between half and all the way in. He could feel Pansy's gut stretching and moving with everything he did, the heat and tightness of it coaxing out a powerful climax all too quickly.

"Your dirty arse is making me cum," he grunted, bending down over her again, his balls resting against the vibrating, shaking leather straps as he grabbed onto both tits now, and started humping like a dog, faster and faster. "I'm gonna cum in your dirty back door, you filthy, nasty girl. You like that idea, don't you? You want my filthy sauce in there! You want to shit white for days, don't you!"

Pansy didn't speak, she couldn't, he was driving the air from her too much, forcing her cunt down onto the edge too fast. It hurt, so badly. She loved it. The pleasure his handle and dick were giving her, the helplessness she felt inside the straps, it was too much.

Pansy screamed his name, "Harry, I'm coming, Harry!"

That was enough. He ruptured, all sense leaving him as he continued to pump, but adding additional thickness to his rod as great gouts of seed left his body at pressure, spraying like a fire-hose deep into her intestines for more than a minute.

Her belly was actually a little swollen, Harry could have sworn, when he eventually pulled out, leaving a half-inch thick trail of his cum flecked with bits of brown to ooze down, past her taint and into the leather straps. "Fuck," he gasped, reaching down to caress each cheek, then bending to kiss one and then the other, before pulling the whip out at last. He moved over to the shelf, his wand cleaning it and ceasing the vibration as he went, then crossed over to Pansy, crouching once more in front of her.

She was delirious, barely responsive, but the wide smile that adorned her face told Harry she was well pleased by his actions, no matter what she'd said. "I think that was pretty useful," he said with a pleased smile, "but after your reward, you still need a punishment for being such a filthy slut. So I'm going to leave you here until later. You won't be able to fight back. Or pee. Or anything else. I'll make sure you get something to eat and drink before too long. Enjoy being used, harlot."

Then he crossed to the opposite corner of his room without another word, gathered up the equally nice robes he would be wearing to Slughorn's party, and crossed the common room to the shower. He passed Ron and Hermione, who were kissing on the couch and seeming oblivious to his presence in silence, and stepped into the shower.

At the very least, he had to be clean, his penis wiped free of whatever was in Pansy's stomach, and the slowly-drying semen. There was still more than an hour, he had time, but it wouldn't do to waste it.

Half-way through his shower, Lilith's delighted mental voice came through, "Master, that's the largest present you've left me in weeks!"

He chuckled and sent back, "You can have some if you like, but mostly the present is for Ron. She's got a mild crush, I think."

"I just mean your cum, Master, but if you want I can remind her that licking pussy is fun, too."

"You do that, Pet. Enjoy. If I don't catch you or him later, I want Ron to have some fun with her, but anyone is able. Even Warrington if he happens to be in later. But anyone can have a go."

Her reply was nearly as lust-filled as his own had been a short time ago, but also amused, "I'll try to let them know. Ron will be pleased, I'm sure, to put a dirty snake in her place."

The conversation dried up as he was toweling, but Lilith still sent him a very appealing view from Lyra's perspective, her hips thrust forward into Pansy's not entirely eager mouth, the half-Japanese girl's firm, perky tits, even bigger than Pansy's, the only thing obscuring the otherwise perfect view. Without detracting from it at all, of course.

"That's why I love you, Pet. You give me good presents, too."

Her mental giggle made Harry smile as he entered the common room again. "Hey, Ron, Hermione."

His ginger best mate looked up from between their mutual girlfriend's legs, chin moist, "Yeah, mate?"

Harry jerked his head toward his room, "Pansy's on the sawhorse. Thought you'd like to know. Er, don't bugger her. There's a mess she's holding in there. But you can enjoy if you want. You too, Hermione."

"Oh. Okay," the witch murmured, then tugged on Ron's hair, pulling him back into her crotch.

As he left them, he marveled at how much they, especially Hermione, had changed.

He had no regrets at all about any of it, except the deaths of his friends in the Department of Mysteries. But even that, Harry knew, lay in other people's hands.

All he could do, anyway, was move forward.

And despite spending almost three hours a day getting his rocks off, Harry had never felt stronger, more powerful, either physically or magically.

Lilith had been good for him, and he knew it.

I really do need to get Ron to take the other set of Runes during the break, but there's got to be more we can do to prepare. Maybe even take a bit of the fight to ol' Voldy. Not sure what, just yet, but there's got to be something. Oh, and we- I've- got to take Astoria to her first treatment, too. Gods, I hope it works. A girl that sweet doesn't deserve that malediction. Even if she is too curious for her own good.

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