Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and the Sisters Black ❯ Chapter 12
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By: Oldwolf 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Fantasy / Mystery | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.19.2005 | Pages: 6 | Words: 4.6K | Visits: 3.5K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Fantasy / Mystery | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.19.2005 | Pages: 6 | Words: 4.6K | Visits: 3.5K | Status: Completed
Harry's sitting in the Library after his encounter with Petunia as he
tries to sort out his feelings.
"How the hell did that happen," he says to the empty room.
Harry continues to mull the situation over mentally for several
minutes.
Down in the kitchen, Tonks grins at Petunia as she enters the room.
"I'd ask how it went," the Auror says, "but I can sense it went well."
Petunia gives Tonks a shy grin before she sits down at the table.
Before anymore words can be exchanged however, Tonks suddenly senses
the turmoil of her master. She mentally forms a picture of where he is, and
with a small magical push, is outside the library door.
Without a moment's hesitation, she pushes the door open and moves so
she's in front of Harry. "What's wrong Harry?"
"Oh Tonks, it's nothing serious."
Tonks looks at Harry for a second, "Master, please don't lie to me. I
know when something has upset you. If you don't want to talk about it, tell
me so, but don't lie to me."
Harry looks at her for a moment before deciding to bite the bullet.
"Well, something just happened with Aunt Petunia."
Tonks feels a hunk of ice form in the pit of her stomach. "What do you
mean?"
Harry blushes, "Well, Aunt Petunia made a deal with Cissa, if my aunt
could seduce me, Cissa would take care of any frustrations she might have
during the course of the summer. When I found out, I expressly forbade the
entire ordeal and told Cissa to help my aunt as needed. Well, about five
minutes ago, Aunt Petunia came in and gave me a blowjob.
"Tonks, I was going to stop her, but just before I could, my mind
clouded up and all I could think of was sex."
Tonks blanches at the implications, "Honestly master, I think I might
know what caused your problem."
Harry arches an eyebrow and nods his head.
Swallowing hard, "Well master, I was talking Hermione's situation over
with her, she's quite taken with you, you know, but anyways, I explained
several variants on conventional intercourse and she had gotten very worked
up so I decided to help her out a little. I'd guess that since I was so
worked up myself that it might have transferred to you a little."
Harry looks at her in disbelief, "You mean that it was effectively you
that allowed that to happen?"
Tonks starts to study her feet diligently, "Yes it was master."
Harry can feel the fury swelling up inside of him but he manages to
suppress it before it overwhelms him. He takes several deep breathes while
Tonks waits patiently for her punishment, not even hoping for mercy for she
knows she deserves none.
Emotions war within Harry as he tries to decide what he should do with
Tonks; on one hand, he's elated that she was helping Hermione, but on the
other hand, she did help to promote a situation he'd taken several steps to
avoid. "Alright Tonks, I'm going to have to punish you, if only because too
much work was wasted because of your actions."
Tonks drops to her knees and kisses Harry's feet, "I know master, I
willingly wait for whatever punishment you choose."
Harry feels the pressure building up behind his eyes moments before his
head explodes in pain. He only knows blinding pain for moments until his
conscious mind shuts down and he passes out.
Later, Harry wakes up in his bed to find Tonks sitting on the edge of
the bed waiting for him.
"Hello master, feeling better?"
To his surprise, the pain in his head had disappeared, "Actually, yes I
do."
Tonks nods her head, worry etched into her face, "Master, I know that
you're upset with me, as you should be, but I need to recommend you resume
your training in Occulmency."
"Alright, though I'd like to know why."
"Master, you inherited your current skills from both my aunt Bella and
myself, you didn't learn them on your own. As such, your mind is reacting
on simple instinct when it comes to repelling an attack; this is causing you
a lot of pain. Proper training shouldn't be a problem, as you already know
the basics intuitively; we'd just need to refine them."
Harry nods his head, "Alright, add that to the already long list of
things to do before school starts."
Tonks nods her head and makes a mental note to herself to talk to her
aunts about making sure that their master found time in his day to rest.
"When do you wish to start your lessons master?"
Harry sighs and sits up, "Better to start as soon as possible."
Tonks nods again and starts Harry down the path of mastering
Occulmency.
They spend several hours working on Harry's mental defenses until Cissa
sticks her head in the door, "Master, dinner is ready, do you wish to come
down to the kitchen or have food brought up to you?"
Harry slowly climbs out of bed, "I'll come down, and I need to get out
and about anyways."
The small group gets to the kitchen where Dobby has outdone himself
with the spread.
As they eat, Cissa says, "Master, I have most of the information you
asked for. However, I'm still missing a few critical pieces of the puzzle."
"Excellent, what's the hold up on those pieces?"
Cissa blushes slightly, "The people who had access wanted some rather
personal favors for the information."
"What sort of favors?"
Narcissa can't even look at her master, "Sexual."
It takes a half of a second for the impact to register with Harry, but
when it does the results are not unexpected. Harry thunders, "WHAT?"
Both of the sisters are at his side in a moment and lay a hand on his
shoulders. "Calm down master, nothing happened. They propositioned me and
I turned them down. Now I'll admit, I left the possibility open for the
future."
Harry takes several deep breaths and focus' on Tonks lesson from
earlier as he feels the rage drain from him. Harry looks at the two and
nods his head, "Thank you; that could have been unpleasant."
They smile as they return to their seats. "Alright master, I've told
you what I've gotten done; now I need instructions on how to proceed."
Harry thinks for a minute before he responds, "I'm not entirely sure.
I dislike the thought of anyone putting a hand on any of you, including you
Bella, but that information could be the key to keep any fence straddlers
there or get them to come to our side."
All four of them think long and hard about what to do.
Finally Hermione says, "Maybe Professor Dumbledore could help?"
The others look at her for a moment before they break out laughing.
Tonks says, "I can't believe we didn't think of that before. He could
authorize the investigation and put the weight of the law behind Aunt Cissa
if anyone's reluctant to part with critical information."
Harry nods, "I agree. I wanted to keep this as quiet as possible, but
from the looks of it, we won't have much of a choice. Cissa dear, I want to
go see Albus tomorrow about making this official. Tonks, I want you to
mostly keep yourself available, just in case Cissa needs you, in your Auror
capacity, to help make things go smoother. Bella, I want you to work with
Hermione and me on Occulmency tomorrow, providing Mione's willing."
Hermione looks at Harry and briefly wonders where the boy who'd gladly
skive off classes went, "I'm grateful for a chance to learn Occulmency,
Harry."
The other ladies nod to acknowledge his orders.
"Alright then ladies, does anyone know where my relatives are?"
Tonks says, "You're aunt ran to her room shortly after you had passed
out master."
"Thank you Dora."
Bella smirks, "And your cousin is catching up on his sleep, I wore him
completely out."
Only a supreme effort of will keeps Harry from going and hexing his
cousin into oblivion.
All of the ladies can feel Harry's rage, but it subsides before they
need to act.
Bella tastes her masters' emotions and decides to go ahead, but to pick
her words very carefully.
"Master, I have a favor to ask of you."
"What kind of favor," Harry asks, instantly suspicious of any favor his
thralls might request.
Bella swallows before continuing, "As I'm sure you've noticed master,
I get aroused when I'm being punished; I respond sexually to the sting or
ache of a blow. Now you are a very gentle and considerate lover master, but
I truly do need to feel that sting from time to time."
Harry looks at his thrall flabbergasted, "Bella honey, it's one thing
to whip you when you've done something wrong, but I just don't believe I
could bring myself to strike you without that as a reason."
Bella looks down at the table at her masters words.
Narcissa looks between her master and her sister before deciding to
stick her neck out a little. "Master, there are a few options available
that would allow my sister the pain she desires without requiring you to lay
a hand on her."
Harry nods his head for her to continue.
"The most obvious answer would be for either my niece or me to beat her
while you watched. Also, there is one other idea I've been playing with
since I went over the properties you inherited from my cousin."
Harry listens as Cissa explains her plan and when she's done he makes a
decision. "Ok Bella, you heard your sister. If you truly want to play
games, it will have to be the second option."
Bella's blushing profusely when she nods her head, "If that is my only
option master, than I will accept."
Harry looks at Tonks, "Well Dora, what form of transit shall we use?"
Tonks thinks for a moment, "A muggle bus or taxi would probably be
best. It'd be almost impossible for a wizard to trace us and Aunt Bella
probably wouldn't be recognized."
Harry nods, "A bus it is then. Ladies, get dressed for a night on the
Muggle town. Tonks please let my aunt know we'll be leaving and that it's
safe to come out of her room, I'm not going to retaliate against her. I'll
leave a note for Hermione just in case she comes back before we do."
The three ladies quickly leave to do their master's bidding while Harry
sketches out a quick note should anyone come looking for him.
When the ladies finish their tasks and get their clothes changed, the
group leaves #12 and hails a muggle taxi.
Narcissa give the driver the address and the lot of them climb in, with
Tonks sitting on Harry's lap.
The drive takes them on a very circuitous route before they arrive at a
rather large, unmarked building.
Harry quickly pays off the driver and Narcissa leads them into an
alley. She comes to a door and taps it with her wand three times, causing
it to spring open.
They step through the door and Narcissa holsters her wand before
closing the door.
Harry looks around the room they've walked into; loud music seems to
permeate the air of the dimly lit room, over a dozen booths line the walls
while the same number of tables are arrayed across the floor, and in the
middle of the room is a walkway with a topless woman in G-string panties.
Tonks takes Bella and they find a dark corner while Bella leads her master
to the bar.
A tall, somewhat sallow man in a dress shirt comes over to the pair,
"Boy, I'll need to see some ID before I can serve you."
Harry looks at Cissa who just runs her finger along her hairline a
little. Harry nods and brushes his bangs back to reveal his scar.
The bartender takes a deep breath before he looks around. He leans in
and whispers to Harry, "Harry Potter! What are you doing in a place like
this?"
Harry gives the man a hard glare, but Cissa interrupts, "He's the new
owner, Maury, and we've got a little project we'd like to do tonight."
The man looks at the blonde, "Hello Narcissa, long time no see. What
happened to Sirius?"
Harry speaks up, "He died a couple of months ago."
Maury looks pained for a second before he returns to the present. "I'm
so sorry to hear that. A truer friend there never was than Sirius Black. I
doubt he told you, but I helped hide him while he was on the run. But
enough of the past, how can I help the illustrious Harry Potter?"
Harry stares at the guy for a moment, "Well, to start out with, you can
keep your gob shut bout me being here; and secondly, I need to borrow a
costume and your stage for a bit tonight." At the suddenly queer look the
guy give Harry, the young man has to restrain himself from hexing the
bartender. "No, it's not for me. There are a couple of ladies whom are now
bound to my will due to a spell I used on them."
Maury nods, "Ok, so where do I come in?"
Harry looks around for a second before continuing, "One of them
particularly enjoys pain and the like. I just can't bring myself to do that
to her, so Cissa here made a suggestion."
The blonde speaks up, "What I proposed is a rather straight forward
situation. My sister gets a costume, does a dance up on stage, and the man
who gives her the largest tip get to deliver a spanking to her bare arse on
stage."
Maury gets a slightly pained look on his face from the sheer number of
laws he's about to break. "That'll be fine, but give me a few minutes to
clear out the Bobbies and grassers."
Harry nods his head as the man heads to the back room.
Several rather large men come out of the backroom and gently escort
several men out the front door before disappearing back to whence they came.
The other patrons perk up a bit at the sudden move, expecting a very good
show soon.
A minute or so after the muscle has disappeared, Maury comes back out,
"Ok, have the girl come up here and I'll have one of the other girls help
her get ready."
Harry looks over at Bella and inclines his head.
She hesitantly walks over and stands beside him, head bowed; the very
picture of a subservient slave.
"Bella dear, go with this man, he'll have someone help you get ready
for your performance."
She nods her head and follows Maury at a respectful distance.
Harry scans the crowd, looking for trouble, when none other than Remus
walks through the door.
The werewolf spots the teen and makes a beeline for the bar. He
belly's up to the bar, "Dare I ask how you know about this place?"
Harry grins at the older man's concern, "Cissa found it among the
properties that Sirius left me."
Remus looks at the blonde reprovingly, "And what prompted you to come
here?"
Harry speaks before Cissa can, "Bellatrix made a request that I just
couldn't bring myself to do. So rather than force her to go without, Cissa
here came up with the idea to come here and let things play out. But I'm
curious, why are you here, instead of with the Grangers?"
"I brought Hermione back to #12 and found your note so I decided to
check in to make sure everything was alright."
Before Harry can respond, a loudspeaker comes on, "Good evening blokes,
we've got a very special treat for you tonight. This next lovely lady lives
the S&M lifestyle and she's got her master mad. So which ever of you lucky
bastards tips her the best get to give her a spanking right up here on
stage!"
All of the men except Harry and Remus rush over to the stage as Bella
comes out onto the catwalk to the beat of a slow, sultry song, wearing her
French Maid outfit.
She gives the crowd of men a very good show and money hits the stage in
droves. Finally the song is at its end and Bella is completely naked except
for her shoes and a garter belt.
The Announcer says, "Well my lovely lady, who gave you the biggest
tip?"
Bella swallows nervously, knowing that the moment of truth has come,
before she points to a rather large bloke with blonde hair and very broad
shoulders.
Maury whispers to Harry, "How bad of a spanking do you want her to
get?"
"A simple fifty swats should do."
Maury nods and lifts a mike to his mouth and whispers something into
it. A moment later the announcer says, "Well sir, you get to give this
luscious ladies bum fifty swats."
One of the thugs escorts the winner up to the stage along with a chair.
The man sits down in the chair and Bella lies across his lap, her arse
high in the air, waiting for the first blow.
Harry's already stiff as a board from Bella's dance, but when the first
sound of flesh hitting flesh a shudder runs through his body. "Hey Maury,"
Harry says at the sound of the second blow, "could you set up a private room
for us to use for a little bit?"
Maury licks his lips and nods his head. He suddenly shakes his head
violently and walks into the backroom again.
Harry, and everyone else's, eyes are glued on Bella's progressively
reddening rump.
Just as the man delivers the last blow, Maury walks out of the back
room.
Bella stands up, and visibly resists the temptation to rub her bum.
The man takes Bella's right hand and gently kisses it and in a deep
bass says, "Thank you my lady." With that, he leaves the stage and heads
straight for the door, on the way past, Harry notices a golden ring on the
third finger of his left hand.
Bella gingerly walks over to her master without putting on any more
clothing.
Maury stutters, "Y... your room is ready Mr. Potter." The still
speechless man leads the group to a small room with only one bed and leaves
without a word.
As soon as the door's closed, Cissa seals her lips over Harry's while
Bella sets to work freeing Harry's cock. Tonks drops to her knees beside
her aunt and whispers something into her ear before kissing Harry's feet.
Once her task is complete, Bella stands up and bends over the bed,
"Master, my arse now, please!"
Harry's incapable of coherent thought at this point and quickly
shuffles to behind his raven haired slave. He reaches down and can feel the
heat coming from Bella's abused arse as he spreads her cheeks. He aims his
tool right at Bella's rosebud and pushes in roughly, earning a small squeak
of pain from the woman as her ass is speared.
Meanwhile Tonks has climbed up onto the bed, having stripped her bottom
half, with her cunt in Bella's face. Bella starts to lick at her nieces
pussy with gusto, having slightly missed the taste of a woman in heat. She
also takes one finger and gently works at Tonks asshole, loosening it up
enough to slide her finger in and out without causing any pain.
Cissa can tell her master is about to pop as he watches Bella eat Tonks
out while fingering her ass, so she drops down behind her master and take a
moment to time things perfectly. At the right second she leans in and takes
her master's balls into her mouth. The musty scent of an aroused man
combined with the heady aroma of a woman in need almost makes her pass out
as she starts to finger her own pussy.
Bella's arse is as tight as Harry remembers it. He almost feels bad
about the pain of entry and the bruising power of his hips, but he can sense
Bella's enjoyment too much for it to really matter. The sight of Bella
pleasing her niece is so erotic in to many ways for the young man to list.
When he suddenly feels Cissa lock her lips around his nuts and suck on them
gently, his control is scattered to the four winds. With a wordless scream
Harry pumps a full load of semen into Bella's waiting arse. After almost a
full minute, Harry pulls out and collapses next to Cissa.
Tonks has a hungry look on her face as she turns around on Bella's
face. The pink haired Auror leans down and buries her face in her aunts'
crack. She locks her lips around Bella's arsehole and greedily sucks the
cum right out of the other woman.
Harry almost passes out from the sight of Tonks sucking on Bella's bum.
Finally Tonks climbs off of Bella with a very satisfied grin on her
face. "Thank you master, this night has been a real treat for everyone."
The ladies get dressed and find Bella's clothes waiting for her in a
neat pile while they're helping Harry get dressed.
Harry's none too stable on his feet as the group heads back to the main
room to find Remus still there.
He smiles at the messy haired teen, "Let's go home pup."
The group goes out the main door this time instead of the side door
they'd came in and move down an alley where Tonks creates a Portkey that
deposits them in the entrance hall of #12.
Harry looks at Remus tiredly, "You're free to stay here or go back to
the Grangers Remus."
The werewolf looks at Harry, "I hate to do this Harry, but you assigned
me to protect the Grangers so I'd best be getting back to them."
Harry nods his head and Remus disappears. Bella and Cissa each grab an
arm and lent their support as the group ascends the stairs. They make it to
Harry's room without incident and get inside to find Hermione sleeping like
a babe.
The ladies barely have time to get Harry stripped of his clothing and
to the bed before he passes out.
In the morning, Harry's dragged to the world of the living by being
shaken by Tonks, "Come on master, it's time to face the day."
Harry reluctantly drags himself out of bed and allows Cissa to help
dress him and the group moves to the kitchen for breakfast along with
Dudley, Petunia, and Hermione.
After breakfast, Harry is feeling slightly more human, "Ok ladies,
here's the plans for today. Cissa, I want you to go see Albus about what we
were talking about yesterday. Tonks, Aunt Petunia, I need to talk to you in
private please. Bella, I want you to help Mione out with starting
Occulmency."
All of those mentioned nod their head in acknowledgement and all of
them get up and move to complete their tasks for the day.
Tonks and Petunia follow Harry up to the library which he promptly
seals.
Harry sits down and motions to the other chair, which Petunia takes.
"Aunt Petunia, I do want to thank you for what you did yesterday, but I also
wish to make it abundantly clear to you that I do not want it to happen ever
again."
Petunia looks as though she's been slapped, "But why not? I thought
you found me attractive!"
Harry takes a deep breath and says, "Yes I do, as much as it disturbs
me. However, that does not change the fact that we are blood and any
intercourse between us is wrong, period."
The older woman looks at Harry in disbelief. "Do you honestly mean to
say...?"
"That if you were not my relative, I might well accept your advances."
Petunia moves suddenly so she's kneeling at Harry's feet, "Then just
once please. I'll do anything you want, just please shag me."
Harry can feel his body start to respond, but he brings his will to
bear with an iron force, "Dora, how extreme can the changes to your body
be?"
Tonks looks at her master in awe, guessing where he's going with this,
"Completely master."
"So if you were to take on my form, you could also simulate my, erm,
equipment?"
"Also correct master."
"Thank you Dora. Now Aunt Petunia, let me make this clear, I refuse to
sleep with you strictly on moral grounds. I will have to speak to Cissa
about neglecting her duties to service you however. So I'm offering a
compromise, I'll allow Tonks to take my form and shag your brains out, but
just this once and only with the understanding you never attempt to seduce
me again. Now, do we have a deal?"
Petunia nods her head dejectedly.
"Very good then, Dora, I want you to please her in any way she wishes
and I might ask for a detailed recount later," Harry says as he stands up.
Tonks is already shifting forms when Harry heads to the door, and just
before he closes the door, he hears Petunia moan in pleasure.
The teen shakes his head as he goes looking for Bella and Mione.
tries to sort out his feelings.
"How the hell did that happen," he says to the empty room.
Harry continues to mull the situation over mentally for several
minutes.
Down in the kitchen, Tonks grins at Petunia as she enters the room.
"I'd ask how it went," the Auror says, "but I can sense it went well."
Petunia gives Tonks a shy grin before she sits down at the table.
Before anymore words can be exchanged however, Tonks suddenly senses
the turmoil of her master. She mentally forms a picture of where he is, and
with a small magical push, is outside the library door.
Without a moment's hesitation, she pushes the door open and moves so
she's in front of Harry. "What's wrong Harry?"
"Oh Tonks, it's nothing serious."
Tonks looks at Harry for a second, "Master, please don't lie to me. I
know when something has upset you. If you don't want to talk about it, tell
me so, but don't lie to me."
Harry looks at her for a moment before deciding to bite the bullet.
"Well, something just happened with Aunt Petunia."
Tonks feels a hunk of ice form in the pit of her stomach. "What do you
mean?"
Harry blushes, "Well, Aunt Petunia made a deal with Cissa, if my aunt
could seduce me, Cissa would take care of any frustrations she might have
during the course of the summer. When I found out, I expressly forbade the
entire ordeal and told Cissa to help my aunt as needed. Well, about five
minutes ago, Aunt Petunia came in and gave me a blowjob.
"Tonks, I was going to stop her, but just before I could, my mind
clouded up and all I could think of was sex."
Tonks blanches at the implications, "Honestly master, I think I might
know what caused your problem."
Harry arches an eyebrow and nods his head.
Swallowing hard, "Well master, I was talking Hermione's situation over
with her, she's quite taken with you, you know, but anyways, I explained
several variants on conventional intercourse and she had gotten very worked
up so I decided to help her out a little. I'd guess that since I was so
worked up myself that it might have transferred to you a little."
Harry looks at her in disbelief, "You mean that it was effectively you
that allowed that to happen?"
Tonks starts to study her feet diligently, "Yes it was master."
Harry can feel the fury swelling up inside of him but he manages to
suppress it before it overwhelms him. He takes several deep breathes while
Tonks waits patiently for her punishment, not even hoping for mercy for she
knows she deserves none.
Emotions war within Harry as he tries to decide what he should do with
Tonks; on one hand, he's elated that she was helping Hermione, but on the
other hand, she did help to promote a situation he'd taken several steps to
avoid. "Alright Tonks, I'm going to have to punish you, if only because too
much work was wasted because of your actions."
Tonks drops to her knees and kisses Harry's feet, "I know master, I
willingly wait for whatever punishment you choose."
Harry feels the pressure building up behind his eyes moments before his
head explodes in pain. He only knows blinding pain for moments until his
conscious mind shuts down and he passes out.
Later, Harry wakes up in his bed to find Tonks sitting on the edge of
the bed waiting for him.
"Hello master, feeling better?"
To his surprise, the pain in his head had disappeared, "Actually, yes I
do."
Tonks nods her head, worry etched into her face, "Master, I know that
you're upset with me, as you should be, but I need to recommend you resume
your training in Occulmency."
"Alright, though I'd like to know why."
"Master, you inherited your current skills from both my aunt Bella and
myself, you didn't learn them on your own. As such, your mind is reacting
on simple instinct when it comes to repelling an attack; this is causing you
a lot of pain. Proper training shouldn't be a problem, as you already know
the basics intuitively; we'd just need to refine them."
Harry nods his head, "Alright, add that to the already long list of
things to do before school starts."
Tonks nods her head and makes a mental note to herself to talk to her
aunts about making sure that their master found time in his day to rest.
"When do you wish to start your lessons master?"
Harry sighs and sits up, "Better to start as soon as possible."
Tonks nods again and starts Harry down the path of mastering
Occulmency.
They spend several hours working on Harry's mental defenses until Cissa
sticks her head in the door, "Master, dinner is ready, do you wish to come
down to the kitchen or have food brought up to you?"
Harry slowly climbs out of bed, "I'll come down, and I need to get out
and about anyways."
The small group gets to the kitchen where Dobby has outdone himself
with the spread.
As they eat, Cissa says, "Master, I have most of the information you
asked for. However, I'm still missing a few critical pieces of the puzzle."
"Excellent, what's the hold up on those pieces?"
Cissa blushes slightly, "The people who had access wanted some rather
personal favors for the information."
"What sort of favors?"
Narcissa can't even look at her master, "Sexual."
It takes a half of a second for the impact to register with Harry, but
when it does the results are not unexpected. Harry thunders, "WHAT?"
Both of the sisters are at his side in a moment and lay a hand on his
shoulders. "Calm down master, nothing happened. They propositioned me and
I turned them down. Now I'll admit, I left the possibility open for the
future."
Harry takes several deep breaths and focus' on Tonks lesson from
earlier as he feels the rage drain from him. Harry looks at the two and
nods his head, "Thank you; that could have been unpleasant."
They smile as they return to their seats. "Alright master, I've told
you what I've gotten done; now I need instructions on how to proceed."
Harry thinks for a minute before he responds, "I'm not entirely sure.
I dislike the thought of anyone putting a hand on any of you, including you
Bella, but that information could be the key to keep any fence straddlers
there or get them to come to our side."
All four of them think long and hard about what to do.
Finally Hermione says, "Maybe Professor Dumbledore could help?"
The others look at her for a moment before they break out laughing.
Tonks says, "I can't believe we didn't think of that before. He could
authorize the investigation and put the weight of the law behind Aunt Cissa
if anyone's reluctant to part with critical information."
Harry nods, "I agree. I wanted to keep this as quiet as possible, but
from the looks of it, we won't have much of a choice. Cissa dear, I want to
go see Albus tomorrow about making this official. Tonks, I want you to
mostly keep yourself available, just in case Cissa needs you, in your Auror
capacity, to help make things go smoother. Bella, I want you to work with
Hermione and me on Occulmency tomorrow, providing Mione's willing."
Hermione looks at Harry and briefly wonders where the boy who'd gladly
skive off classes went, "I'm grateful for a chance to learn Occulmency,
Harry."
The other ladies nod to acknowledge his orders.
"Alright then ladies, does anyone know where my relatives are?"
Tonks says, "You're aunt ran to her room shortly after you had passed
out master."
"Thank you Dora."
Bella smirks, "And your cousin is catching up on his sleep, I wore him
completely out."
Only a supreme effort of will keeps Harry from going and hexing his
cousin into oblivion.
All of the ladies can feel Harry's rage, but it subsides before they
need to act.
Bella tastes her masters' emotions and decides to go ahead, but to pick
her words very carefully.
"Master, I have a favor to ask of you."
"What kind of favor," Harry asks, instantly suspicious of any favor his
thralls might request.
Bella swallows before continuing, "As I'm sure you've noticed master,
I get aroused when I'm being punished; I respond sexually to the sting or
ache of a blow. Now you are a very gentle and considerate lover master, but
I truly do need to feel that sting from time to time."
Harry looks at his thrall flabbergasted, "Bella honey, it's one thing
to whip you when you've done something wrong, but I just don't believe I
could bring myself to strike you without that as a reason."
Bella looks down at the table at her masters words.
Narcissa looks between her master and her sister before deciding to
stick her neck out a little. "Master, there are a few options available
that would allow my sister the pain she desires without requiring you to lay
a hand on her."
Harry nods his head for her to continue.
"The most obvious answer would be for either my niece or me to beat her
while you watched. Also, there is one other idea I've been playing with
since I went over the properties you inherited from my cousin."
Harry listens as Cissa explains her plan and when she's done he makes a
decision. "Ok Bella, you heard your sister. If you truly want to play
games, it will have to be the second option."
Bella's blushing profusely when she nods her head, "If that is my only
option master, than I will accept."
Harry looks at Tonks, "Well Dora, what form of transit shall we use?"
Tonks thinks for a moment, "A muggle bus or taxi would probably be
best. It'd be almost impossible for a wizard to trace us and Aunt Bella
probably wouldn't be recognized."
Harry nods, "A bus it is then. Ladies, get dressed for a night on the
Muggle town. Tonks please let my aunt know we'll be leaving and that it's
safe to come out of her room, I'm not going to retaliate against her. I'll
leave a note for Hermione just in case she comes back before we do."
The three ladies quickly leave to do their master's bidding while Harry
sketches out a quick note should anyone come looking for him.
When the ladies finish their tasks and get their clothes changed, the
group leaves #12 and hails a muggle taxi.
Narcissa give the driver the address and the lot of them climb in, with
Tonks sitting on Harry's lap.
The drive takes them on a very circuitous route before they arrive at a
rather large, unmarked building.
Harry quickly pays off the driver and Narcissa leads them into an
alley. She comes to a door and taps it with her wand three times, causing
it to spring open.
They step through the door and Narcissa holsters her wand before
closing the door.
Harry looks around the room they've walked into; loud music seems to
permeate the air of the dimly lit room, over a dozen booths line the walls
while the same number of tables are arrayed across the floor, and in the
middle of the room is a walkway with a topless woman in G-string panties.
Tonks takes Bella and they find a dark corner while Bella leads her master
to the bar.
A tall, somewhat sallow man in a dress shirt comes over to the pair,
"Boy, I'll need to see some ID before I can serve you."
Harry looks at Cissa who just runs her finger along her hairline a
little. Harry nods and brushes his bangs back to reveal his scar.
The bartender takes a deep breath before he looks around. He leans in
and whispers to Harry, "Harry Potter! What are you doing in a place like
this?"
Harry gives the man a hard glare, but Cissa interrupts, "He's the new
owner, Maury, and we've got a little project we'd like to do tonight."
The man looks at the blonde, "Hello Narcissa, long time no see. What
happened to Sirius?"
Harry speaks up, "He died a couple of months ago."
Maury looks pained for a second before he returns to the present. "I'm
so sorry to hear that. A truer friend there never was than Sirius Black. I
doubt he told you, but I helped hide him while he was on the run. But
enough of the past, how can I help the illustrious Harry Potter?"
Harry stares at the guy for a moment, "Well, to start out with, you can
keep your gob shut bout me being here; and secondly, I need to borrow a
costume and your stage for a bit tonight." At the suddenly queer look the
guy give Harry, the young man has to restrain himself from hexing the
bartender. "No, it's not for me. There are a couple of ladies whom are now
bound to my will due to a spell I used on them."
Maury nods, "Ok, so where do I come in?"
Harry looks around for a second before continuing, "One of them
particularly enjoys pain and the like. I just can't bring myself to do that
to her, so Cissa here made a suggestion."
The blonde speaks up, "What I proposed is a rather straight forward
situation. My sister gets a costume, does a dance up on stage, and the man
who gives her the largest tip get to deliver a spanking to her bare arse on
stage."
Maury gets a slightly pained look on his face from the sheer number of
laws he's about to break. "That'll be fine, but give me a few minutes to
clear out the Bobbies and grassers."
Harry nods his head as the man heads to the back room.
Several rather large men come out of the backroom and gently escort
several men out the front door before disappearing back to whence they came.
The other patrons perk up a bit at the sudden move, expecting a very good
show soon.
A minute or so after the muscle has disappeared, Maury comes back out,
"Ok, have the girl come up here and I'll have one of the other girls help
her get ready."
Harry looks over at Bella and inclines his head.
She hesitantly walks over and stands beside him, head bowed; the very
picture of a subservient slave.
"Bella dear, go with this man, he'll have someone help you get ready
for your performance."
She nods her head and follows Maury at a respectful distance.
Harry scans the crowd, looking for trouble, when none other than Remus
walks through the door.
The werewolf spots the teen and makes a beeline for the bar. He
belly's up to the bar, "Dare I ask how you know about this place?"
Harry grins at the older man's concern, "Cissa found it among the
properties that Sirius left me."
Remus looks at the blonde reprovingly, "And what prompted you to come
here?"
Harry speaks before Cissa can, "Bellatrix made a request that I just
couldn't bring myself to do. So rather than force her to go without, Cissa
here came up with the idea to come here and let things play out. But I'm
curious, why are you here, instead of with the Grangers?"
"I brought Hermione back to #12 and found your note so I decided to
check in to make sure everything was alright."
Before Harry can respond, a loudspeaker comes on, "Good evening blokes,
we've got a very special treat for you tonight. This next lovely lady lives
the S&M lifestyle and she's got her master mad. So which ever of you lucky
bastards tips her the best get to give her a spanking right up here on
stage!"
All of the men except Harry and Remus rush over to the stage as Bella
comes out onto the catwalk to the beat of a slow, sultry song, wearing her
French Maid outfit.
She gives the crowd of men a very good show and money hits the stage in
droves. Finally the song is at its end and Bella is completely naked except
for her shoes and a garter belt.
The Announcer says, "Well my lovely lady, who gave you the biggest
tip?"
Bella swallows nervously, knowing that the moment of truth has come,
before she points to a rather large bloke with blonde hair and very broad
shoulders.
Maury whispers to Harry, "How bad of a spanking do you want her to
get?"
"A simple fifty swats should do."
Maury nods and lifts a mike to his mouth and whispers something into
it. A moment later the announcer says, "Well sir, you get to give this
luscious ladies bum fifty swats."
One of the thugs escorts the winner up to the stage along with a chair.
The man sits down in the chair and Bella lies across his lap, her arse
high in the air, waiting for the first blow.
Harry's already stiff as a board from Bella's dance, but when the first
sound of flesh hitting flesh a shudder runs through his body. "Hey Maury,"
Harry says at the sound of the second blow, "could you set up a private room
for us to use for a little bit?"
Maury licks his lips and nods his head. He suddenly shakes his head
violently and walks into the backroom again.
Harry, and everyone else's, eyes are glued on Bella's progressively
reddening rump.
Just as the man delivers the last blow, Maury walks out of the back
room.
Bella stands up, and visibly resists the temptation to rub her bum.
The man takes Bella's right hand and gently kisses it and in a deep
bass says, "Thank you my lady." With that, he leaves the stage and heads
straight for the door, on the way past, Harry notices a golden ring on the
third finger of his left hand.
Bella gingerly walks over to her master without putting on any more
clothing.
Maury stutters, "Y... your room is ready Mr. Potter." The still
speechless man leads the group to a small room with only one bed and leaves
without a word.
As soon as the door's closed, Cissa seals her lips over Harry's while
Bella sets to work freeing Harry's cock. Tonks drops to her knees beside
her aunt and whispers something into her ear before kissing Harry's feet.
Once her task is complete, Bella stands up and bends over the bed,
"Master, my arse now, please!"
Harry's incapable of coherent thought at this point and quickly
shuffles to behind his raven haired slave. He reaches down and can feel the
heat coming from Bella's abused arse as he spreads her cheeks. He aims his
tool right at Bella's rosebud and pushes in roughly, earning a small squeak
of pain from the woman as her ass is speared.
Meanwhile Tonks has climbed up onto the bed, having stripped her bottom
half, with her cunt in Bella's face. Bella starts to lick at her nieces
pussy with gusto, having slightly missed the taste of a woman in heat. She
also takes one finger and gently works at Tonks asshole, loosening it up
enough to slide her finger in and out without causing any pain.
Cissa can tell her master is about to pop as he watches Bella eat Tonks
out while fingering her ass, so she drops down behind her master and take a
moment to time things perfectly. At the right second she leans in and takes
her master's balls into her mouth. The musty scent of an aroused man
combined with the heady aroma of a woman in need almost makes her pass out
as she starts to finger her own pussy.
Bella's arse is as tight as Harry remembers it. He almost feels bad
about the pain of entry and the bruising power of his hips, but he can sense
Bella's enjoyment too much for it to really matter. The sight of Bella
pleasing her niece is so erotic in to many ways for the young man to list.
When he suddenly feels Cissa lock her lips around his nuts and suck on them
gently, his control is scattered to the four winds. With a wordless scream
Harry pumps a full load of semen into Bella's waiting arse. After almost a
full minute, Harry pulls out and collapses next to Cissa.
Tonks has a hungry look on her face as she turns around on Bella's
face. The pink haired Auror leans down and buries her face in her aunts'
crack. She locks her lips around Bella's arsehole and greedily sucks the
cum right out of the other woman.
Harry almost passes out from the sight of Tonks sucking on Bella's bum.
Finally Tonks climbs off of Bella with a very satisfied grin on her
face. "Thank you master, this night has been a real treat for everyone."
The ladies get dressed and find Bella's clothes waiting for her in a
neat pile while they're helping Harry get dressed.
Harry's none too stable on his feet as the group heads back to the main
room to find Remus still there.
He smiles at the messy haired teen, "Let's go home pup."
The group goes out the main door this time instead of the side door
they'd came in and move down an alley where Tonks creates a Portkey that
deposits them in the entrance hall of #12.
Harry looks at Remus tiredly, "You're free to stay here or go back to
the Grangers Remus."
The werewolf looks at Harry, "I hate to do this Harry, but you assigned
me to protect the Grangers so I'd best be getting back to them."
Harry nods his head and Remus disappears. Bella and Cissa each grab an
arm and lent their support as the group ascends the stairs. They make it to
Harry's room without incident and get inside to find Hermione sleeping like
a babe.
The ladies barely have time to get Harry stripped of his clothing and
to the bed before he passes out.
In the morning, Harry's dragged to the world of the living by being
shaken by Tonks, "Come on master, it's time to face the day."
Harry reluctantly drags himself out of bed and allows Cissa to help
dress him and the group moves to the kitchen for breakfast along with
Dudley, Petunia, and Hermione.
After breakfast, Harry is feeling slightly more human, "Ok ladies,
here's the plans for today. Cissa, I want you to go see Albus about what we
were talking about yesterday. Tonks, Aunt Petunia, I need to talk to you in
private please. Bella, I want you to help Mione out with starting
Occulmency."
All of those mentioned nod their head in acknowledgement and all of
them get up and move to complete their tasks for the day.
Tonks and Petunia follow Harry up to the library which he promptly
seals.
Harry sits down and motions to the other chair, which Petunia takes.
"Aunt Petunia, I do want to thank you for what you did yesterday, but I also
wish to make it abundantly clear to you that I do not want it to happen ever
again."
Petunia looks as though she's been slapped, "But why not? I thought
you found me attractive!"
Harry takes a deep breath and says, "Yes I do, as much as it disturbs
me. However, that does not change the fact that we are blood and any
intercourse between us is wrong, period."
The older woman looks at Harry in disbelief. "Do you honestly mean to
say...?"
"That if you were not my relative, I might well accept your advances."
Petunia moves suddenly so she's kneeling at Harry's feet, "Then just
once please. I'll do anything you want, just please shag me."
Harry can feel his body start to respond, but he brings his will to
bear with an iron force, "Dora, how extreme can the changes to your body
be?"
Tonks looks at her master in awe, guessing where he's going with this,
"Completely master."
"So if you were to take on my form, you could also simulate my, erm,
equipment?"
"Also correct master."
"Thank you Dora. Now Aunt Petunia, let me make this clear, I refuse to
sleep with you strictly on moral grounds. I will have to speak to Cissa
about neglecting her duties to service you however. So I'm offering a
compromise, I'll allow Tonks to take my form and shag your brains out, but
just this once and only with the understanding you never attempt to seduce
me again. Now, do we have a deal?"
Petunia nods her head dejectedly.
"Very good then, Dora, I want you to please her in any way she wishes
and I might ask for a detailed recount later," Harry says as he stands up.
Tonks is already shifting forms when Harry heads to the door, and just
before he closes the door, he hears Petunia moan in pleasure.
The teen shakes his head as he goes looking for Bella and Mione.