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Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. Additionally, there is explicit sexual content involving a minor who has been groomed to accept it. There is also a couple of instances where consent is blatantly violated. Feel free to back out if need be.

Author's Note: This is in my Blue Canary AU where Harry ended up in a brothel after the Dursleys abandoned him to get the letters to stop. As with all entries for the 'verse, this is a Dead Dove. If you elect to not read it, I do not need to know.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: RAVEN (2023); MC4A (Sp-Y6)
Individual Challenges: Polygon; Colors of the Sky (x4); Gryffindor MC; Ravenclaw MC; Magical MC (x3); No School MC; Sandbox (Y); Reader (Y); Cinematic (Y); Gamer (Y); Dreamer; Tossed Chum (Y); Tossed Chum; Ethnic & Present; Neurodivergent; Rian-Russo Inversion (x2); Short Jog; Bucket Listing (Y); The Story Goes On (Y); Eating Cake (Y); Exchange (Y); Greatest Gift; Two Cakes (Y); Vial Collector; Bi Bi BI; Lovely Triangle; Ship Sails; Lunar Era; Curtain Color; Rainbow Connection; Hold the Mayo
RAVEN Challenges: Settings [116](Red Light District); Items [10](Blazer); Colors [15](Bronze)
Other MC4A Challenges: SpB [1C](Braiding); TrB [4E](Arson/Murder/Jaywalking); Chim [Nettle]("God Help the Outcasts" – Hunchback of Notre Dame; Turned Left Instead AU; Race Bend)
Representation(s): Desi Harry Potter/Madam (OC)/MacLaggen (OC); Brothel AU; Chim Song Prompt; Gift Fic for Amy (Fem on Masc Abuse)
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Middle Name; Spinning Plates; Unwanted Advice; Mouth of Babes; Tomorrow's Shade; Second Verse (Ladylike; Not a Lamp; Persistence Still; White Dress; Sneeze Weasel); Chorus (Odd Feathers; Pear-Shaped; Wabi Sabi; Bee Haven; Fizzy Lemonade; Machismo; Peddling Pots); Demo 1 (Lock & Key; Three's Company; Muck & Slime; Corvid Brain; Under the Bridge); Demo 2 (Unicorn; Head of Perseus; Call Me Dantes; Abandoned Ship; Sitting Hummingbird)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: T3 (Tether); SN (Rail; Intercept); Once (Moses Supposes; Santa Fe); CM (Brier; Unilateral; Notch; Navigate; Yogin)
Space Address (Prompt): 2B (Grooming)
Word Count: 1717 words

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Jay Bird
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The Madam reclined on the chaise lounge in the sitting area of her office. Harry knew from her outfit that she had only been in the Blue Canary that day but in one of the public sections. She was wearing a business skirt and blazer, both in a demure baby blue, and heels of a deep navy blue. After she had told Harry what he would be doing for today's lesson, she had unbuttoned the blazer before taking her spot on the chaise lounge. The way the garment gaped revealed the black corset she wore that was tightly laced with cerulean ribbons.

"Do you need told again, pet?" she asked, her tone taking on the barest edge of frost. Harry shook his head frantically. That tone tended to mean lingering pain if it became fully form. Worse, it also meant a longer period of time in his room off of the Madam's office. He hated being locked in his dark and sound-proofed room more than he ever had being locked in his cupboard back at the Dursleys' house.

Nervously eying the dildo stuck to the center of the Madam's tea table, Harry picked up the bottle of lube near it. He slicked up the fingers of his right hand before bracing himself against the table with his left hand. The position had his ass sticking out towards the door of the office, which had been left open so that anyone walking by would be able to see. It also brought his face up close to the fake balls of the turquoise toy. Like it was a candy cane, it had a wide line of cream twisting up its thick length.

"Little bird," the Madam said, even more frost gathering in her voice.

Harry quickly pressed one of his fingers into his asshole. The smell of silicone and disinfectant was strong with his nose so close to the dildo's base. He pumped his finger only a few times before he added another one. Only then did Harry start sucking on the balls. The angle necessary to finger himself open meant that he couldn't quite reach that spot inside him that the Madam used to make fire lick through him. Harry whined in frustration but kept pumping his fingers in and out, adding scissoring motions every few passes.

All the while, he sucked on the fake balls. It was a struggle to keep his silva in his mouth. He had no doubts that he would be punished if he drooled on the Madam's furniture, regardless of her ordering such a messy activity. The Madam loved any excuse to punish him.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the Madam shift her legs so that one was off the chaise and the other one leaned against the padded back. She hiked up the front of her skirt so that her turquoise panties were on display. Like many of the Madam's panties, these were crotchless. The bronze bar through her clit glinted in the office lights as she began to play with it idly.

"Suck the cock," she ordered. "Make sure it's nice and wet."

Harry moved from the balls to head of the dildo. He closed his eyes as he moved his mouth down the shaft until the tip hit the back of his throat, making him gag. The sharp sting of bile bit at the back of his throat threateningly. Startled, he yanked backwards to steady his breathing.

He took the opportunity to add another finger to his ass in order to avoid the Madam thinking he was slacking off. After the weeks of daily fingering and then hours hooked to the fucking machine, he didn't feel the burning stretch he would have at the beginning of his training. Harry was now accustomed to the feeling of being full. When he was locked away but awake, he even craved it, if only because it meant that the Madam was paying attention to him.

As Harry was about to return to sucking on the dildo, someone came into the office behind him. He froze in the position he was in when the man had announced his presence. There was no denying what he was doing, not with his mouth full of fake cock and his fingers in his ass. Harry shivered at the idea of someone seeing what he was willing to do to be allowed to stay at the Blue Canary.

"Someone is still shy," the man said mockingly. "That's always adorable. Not to mention so fun to fix."

"Did you have something to report, MacLaggen?" the Madam snapped, immediately irritated. Harry trembled as fear flooded his system. The Madam's anger never meant anything good for him, even if he wasn't the cause. Deciding that the best way to avoid increasing her ire, Harry went back to sucking on the dildo after tucking his pinky in with his other fingers.

"I procured a few likely candidates for this quarter's Greyback order," MacLaggen answered, sounding much closer than he had just moments before. Harry reached the top of his bob. A rough hand took hold of his hair and pressed him back down on the dildo, so far that he gagged again. MacLaggen kept talking as if he wasn't casually making Harry choke on the fake cock. "They're being tested now. I figure any that fail can be put into the aviaries."

"Release my pet," the Madam ordered, her voice as cold as the winter nights that Harry had spent on the streets, "or you'll be put in the aviaries."

The hand on Harry's head disappeared as MacLaggen laughed. The cruel edge to the laughter was blunted by how obviously nervous the Madam's threat made him. Harry tried to focus on catching his breath, but he still turned his head to watch the Madam more closely. He could barely see through the tears still streaming down his cheeks, but he could see that she was sitting up properly instead of reclined back in relaxation.

"I was just trying to help," MacLaggen said. "The whore clearly lacked motivation."

The Madam stood. Harry felt MacLaggen jerk backwards as if he had wanted to take a step but didn't dare. Even in her high heels, the Madam was not a tall woman. In moments like this, however, it was hard to remember that. Her presence felt like a heavy blanket in the atmosphere of the office. There was no doubt who held the real power here.

"Pet," she said in a voice as sharp as a knife. Harry trembled as more tears rolled down his cheeks. "Mount."

Harry yanked his fingers from his hole before scrambling to climb up the tea table. His limbs felt too long and awkward as he rushed to obey her order. He kneeled on the table above the dildo, facing the chaise. Carefully, he reached behind himself to make sure everything was lined up correctly.

Only then did he impale himself on the dildo. His earlier fingering plus the copious spit from him being choked on it just moments before came together to make for a smooth slide downwards. In fact, it was such a smooth slide that Harry's mostly soft cock flopped when Harry bottomed out. Harry's trembling was now coming from him suppressing the urge to move.

But the Madam had only said mount. Harry was a good pet. He wouldn't act out of turn. He could be good.

"Kneel, MacLaggen," the Madam ordered next. She pointed sharply to the spot in front of her. MacLaggen folded even quicker than a dropped pair of panties. On his knees, he came up to just below her breasts. MacLaggen boldly pressed his lips against the curve just below her sternum. His hands reached for her knees, only to be stopped by her hand gripping his golden-brown hair much the same way MacLaggen had gripped Harry's. "Did I say you could touch me?"

"No, Madam," MacLaggen whined. She gave him a little shake before yanking him around to face Harry. The table was low enough and Harry short enough that MacLaggen's face was at a similar height to what it was to the Madam. Clearly getting an idea of what was to come, MacLaggen whined again.

"That's right," the Madam agreed as she urged him forward until his knees were under the table. Her legs bracketed him into place as surely as the grip she kept on his head. To escape, he would have to knock her away or flip the table. The Madam forced MacLaggen to bend over further until his left cheek was pressed against the table between Harry's spread knees. Harry could feel every exhalation the man made. "Now, my lovely pet will continue his riding lesson while you hold this position. When he's come all over you, you will turn the other cheek and let him do it all over again."

MacLaggen's next whine sounded like it was petulant. The Madam must have thought so as well, because she lifted his head the tiniest bit before slamming it back down. The resulting whimper was apologetic. She stroked her fingers gently through his hair.

"Once my pet has made a mess of your outsides, you will suck him as he continues riding like the good boy that he is until he makes a mess of your insides." She moved her hand to stroke the outside of Harry's thigh. Her other hand pressed wetly against Harry's cheek. "Do you understand what I expect of you, little bird?"

"Yes, Madam," Harry agreed, nodding more to rub his cheek against her palm than to reinforce his answer. She smiled at him, like she was proud of him.

Warmth infused the very blood pounding through his body, even after she backed away to shrug off her blazer. The demicups on her corset were enough to lift her breasts without covering the bronze bars through her nipples. The Madam returned to her previous sprawl on the chaise. Her fingers found the bar through her clit to begin playing with it again.

"Ride, pet," she ordered. Her smile was hungrier now than proud, though the pride still remained. "And don't forget to sing."

Harry made sure that he sang the entire time, just to keep her smiling at him like that.