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Story TITLE: Summer of Corruption, Years of Deceit
Chapter Title: The Room of Requirement
PART: 02 of ??
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (red.jacobson@gmail.com)
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DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers.
SUMMARY: Inspired by Cypher Three's 'Sirius Sluts' Challenge. Harry was changed by the events of the Third Task, and Sirius found an old Family Spell that spells trouble for the women they encounter.
FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
CATEGORY: Lots of Women
RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Multi
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT:
SPOILERS: Starts at the end of Third Task and goes extremely AU from there.
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest. There will also be Mind-Control and Dubious consent, incest and other things that would make Michelle Bachman have a conniption fit. There will be bad Weasley's in this story, except for Molly, Ginny and Percy. There will also be Evil Dumbledore.
AUTHORS NOTES: This will be a darker, even evil Harry. Because of events in the story, he won't be as forgiving as he was in canon.
YET ANOTHER AUTHORS NOTE: Readers with long memories will recognize 'Helga's Gift' that is mentioned in this story. For those of you who don't, it's something that I came up with in my Harry Potter and the Betrayal of the Phoenix, to explain the rampant female bisexuality in most Harry Potter smut fics. Basically in the founders days, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw were lovers, and, one time, after a particularly great romp, Helga idly wished that all the girls in the castle could experience such a wonderful feeling. Being a Magical Castle, Hogwarts heard and responded, And, from that time forward the female students at Hogwarts had, at the least, bisexual tendencies.

Later That Night
Harry's Bedroom

Harry slipped out of bed, leaving the girls to their slumber. Both of them had been delightfully enthusiastic that night, especially when he had them using the anal beads on each other. They had been shagging for nearly three hours before Ginevra finally fell asleep, a sated smile on her face. Luna finally begged for a break after he finished in her arse for the second time that night.

Sliding into his night robe, he made his way across the room, glad he'd only dimmed the lights earlier. He really didn't like the idea of barking his shins on the table near his bed. He opened the door to his study and slipped in, closing it behind him. Once the door was closed, he raised the lights so he could see, and moved to his work desk. Sliding the high backed red leather chair out, he sat down and pulled the drawer by his left leg open. Reaching in, he ran his fingers over the binding of the book. Grimacing, he grabbed the end of it and pulled the book out and dropped it on the desk.

Glaring at the book as if it were a basilisk, he started chuckling, “Come on Harry, you can do this! It's not like anybody will see it in time to do anything to stop you, and it should nicely deflate the Cult of Dumbledore that is being built up by the old crowd.”

Picking up his fountain pen, he checked that it was full of ink and opened the book, it's blank white pages staring up at him, challenging him, he put the pen to paper and started to write.

New Azkaban Prison
April 2001

As I'm sure you are aware, if you are reading this, my name is Harry James Potter, also known as the Boy Who Lived, the Man Who Conquered, or, to a certain unfortunate segment of the population, Warden. I have accepted all these titles, because, in a sense, they are true, but they are not all of who I am. Those who know me for who I am refer to me as Master, and it's a title I accept with pride.

Most of you think you know my story, how, after I was orphaned, I was left, against my parents wishes, with my Aunt and Uncle. I'm sure that most of the stories you've heard have minimized the misery of my life before I got my Hogwarts Letter, because very few really know the truth, and that's the way I prefer it to be. The purpose of this journal isn't to go over my unhappy childhood, but I do want you to ask yourself this question, 'How could a child, raised with abuse and neglect from the time he was less than two years old manage to put all that behind him, and become the Heroic Gryffindor that showed up in all the stories?'

The answer? I didn't! What I did do, is become an accomplished actor by the age of five, and never showing anybody what I was truly thinking or feeling. But that's not really important now, other than to point out that is was Albus Dumbledore who had overridden my parents written wills, as well as clearly expressed desire that I never have anything to do with Vernon and Petunia Dursley. So if you don't like the man I became, more than a little of the blame can be placed on his shoulders.

The events of my first four years at Hogwarts have been fairly well documented, even if they were less than the unvarnished truth. But, after the events at the End of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, I became aware of quite a few things that caused me to question what I'd been told over the years.

Most of you are aware of the blocks that were placed on my magic, because much of it came out at Dumbledore's trial, but the vast majority of the old man's crimes were not brought out, because it would cause harm to innocent victims of his schemes. But in order to understand some of my initial actions, it's important to realize that, when I first arrived at Hogwarts, a child of eleven years old, the old pervert put a libido suppressing charm on me! For those who wonder what I'm talking about, a) you are too young to be reading this book, and b) ask your parents!

For the rest of you, understand that I went through puberty barely aware that girls were different from boys. Is it any wonder that, once the charm was broken, that I made up for lost time?

As for how the charm was broken, that is where the story gets interesting. You see, when Voldemort used the Cruciatus curse on me in the Graveyard, the last of my mother's blood protection attempted to protect me from the affects. Unfortunately, all it accomplished was to draw away the shields that were containing the fragment of Voldemort's soul in my scar. Fortunately, the fear and the adrenaline kept the memories from the fragment from overwhelming me long enough for me to make my escape. What happened after that is well known, including the confrontation with Barty Crouch Jr, before I was taken back to the Hospital Wing.

It was sometime during the night that the dreams began, at least, I thought they were dreams at first, it took me a while to realize I was seeing someone's memories. Once I understood that I was seeing the memories of a teenaged Tom Riddle, I understood that, instead of dissipating as I thought, the Tom Riddle that was in the Diary was actually absorbed into my scar. At the same time, I was struck by the similarities between how Dumbledore treated Tom and how I was treated. I realized then that I would never be able to live life on my own terms as long as Dumbledore had any control over my life.

It was watching those memories that killed any lingering respect for Albus Dumbledore. I had been suspicious of him for several years, ever since Petunia told me that he was the one to dump me on their doorstep that night, and his actions, or rather, his lack of action when it would benefit me just increased those suspicions. I found out what turned Tom Riddle, a moderately powerful orphan into a wizard so terrifying that people were afraid to say his name. It was Dumbledore's doing from the very beginning, because the old man could tell that his fame from defeating his former lover Gellert Grindelwald was going to fade, and he wanted another Dark Lord to defeat. I know this sounds like a deranged fantasy, but I will be including copies of the memories along with this book, but I warn you, several of the memories are not for the squeamish. It seems that Albus's attraction to bad boys didn't end with his affair with Grindelwald, he raped Tom Riddle multiple times in the Seven Years that Tom was a Hogwarts student.

Tom tried to get help, but Dumbledore had done a very good job poisoning the staff against him that nobody would listen. Kind of like how the Dursley's painted me as a delinquent to their neighbors, and my teachers. I wonder where they got the idea? Voldemort was still going to die, for my parents, and causing me to spend all those years with those people, but I reserved my true hatred for Dumbledore, and was determined to see the old man totally destroyed before killing him. Fortunately, I soon found out that I wasn't the only person who had questioned the old man and his plans, but that was later.

I spent the rest of that night, and the next day secluded in the Hospital Wing. I was visited by Fudge, who was proving even more useless than I'd suspected, and a very uncomfortable few minutes with Cedric's parents. I'm not ashamed to admit that the tears I shed in front of them were real, I had come to like Cedric almost in spite of myself. Ron and Hermione had stopped by for a few minutes before they were forced to leave by Poppy. I was surprised, but pleased not to see Dumbledore at all that day, because to this day I don't know if I would have been able to stop myself from killing the raping bastard for what he did to me and Tom.

It was after dinner that night that I was finally released from Madame Pomfrey's care and I left the Hospital Wing. I had planned on going back to the Tower, but realized that I had too much anger in me to try and pretend I was still the same Harry Potter I was before I entered the maze. I wandered around for about an hour before I remembered Tom's experiences in the “Come and Go Room” and figured that it would be a good place to work off my frustrations. If only I'd known!

After summoning the room, I opened the door, and, instead of the target dummies that I had been thinking of, the room was filled with likenesses of all the girls I'd known over the last four years. To borrow a phrase, my ghast was well and truly flabbered at the sight! The likenesses were all standing there naked, and I'm not ashamed to admit it, I spent a great deal of time just looking them over. I approached the one that looked like my best friend, and her eyes opened as I stopped in front of her.

Let's just say that I found a much better way to relieve stress than firing off spells at dueling dummies that night.

Putting the pen down, he shook his hand to relieve the cramping and smiled, remembering that night. It's too bad that he never had the opportunity to find out if the real Hermione was as kinky as the one the room created. He wondered if he was the first student to use the room to lose his virginity? Probably not, if the room had been there as long as he suspected. He still had to smile, remembering everything that happened that night.

*

Saturday, June 26th, 1995
8pm

The furious anger he was feeling drained away as he took in the sight that greeted him after stepping into the room. Instead of the target dummies he had been expecting, there were rows upon rows of statues. Looking closer, he saw that the statues were incredibly accurate likenesses of the girls he knew, at least by sight, here at Hogwarts. There were also figures of several adult women, including Rita Skeeter and Narcissa Malfoy, who, he was amused to see, was not a natural blonde.

Of course, it took him several minutes to realize that he recognized them, because all of the figures were completely nude. Considering he'd never seen a naked pair of breasts before, it was no wonder he was overwhelmed. He wandered the rows, comparing the different body types, and he wondered if the grooming reflected the actual women's bodies, because several of the girls were completely clean shaven, while a few had untamed hair covering their crotches.

He decided that there was a tie for the biggest breasts in the group, between Susan Bones, Daphne Greengrass, and Lavender Brown, and had a quick vision of the three of them drenched in oil, wrestling together. Shifting his sudden erection, he moved away from Susan, and found himself looking at the Patil Twins, who were flanking Cho. He found that he could easily tell the twins apart now, because each of them had a small tattoo on their inner thigh. Padma's was of a Raven, and Parvati had a Lion's head.

Spending a great deal of time examining Cho, he shook his head at lost opportunity, because he was certain that she would never let him see her like this in person. He paused as a small voice seemed to whisper in his ear, 'why wouldn't she? She was interested in you before, it was just bad luck that Cedric asked her out first. You should try and get in contact with her over the summer.' He found himself nodding in agreement with the whispering voice, and pictured what he would have the pretty Chinese girl doing, although he wasn't certain if she was flexible enough for some of the positions he was considering.

Moving along, he paused to admire the Flying Foxes, as Lee Jordan had dubbed the Gryffindor Chaser Trio, and was intrigued by the fact that the three of them were standing with their arms wrapped around each other, and he wondered if that implied a closer relationship than he had believed?

Finally reaching his best friend, he stopped to admire her figure, he had been aware she was a girl for quite a while, but wasn't sure if he wanted to approach her for a date, because he didn't really understand the purpose of dating at the time. He understood it a lot better now, thanks to the voice whispering in his ear, and was looking forward to putting the advice into practice over the summer if possible, if not, waiting until the next school year. But for now, the sight of all this naked flesh was nearly driving him crazy! He felt like a dam had burst within him, and he was filled with desires he'd never considered before.

Tentatively reaching out, he cupped the Hermione figure's breasts with his hands, only to pull back in shock when a spark left his hand and the figure's eyes suddenly opened and she turned to look at him. Pulling his hands back in embarrassment, he was surprised to find that the figure's hands were gripping his wrists, holding his hands where they were, and when he looked up at her face, she was smiling excitedly at him. When she opened up her mouth, the voice that came out was exactly like Hermione's, and he almost forgot that the real girl was currently up in Gryffindor Tower. Especially when she released his wrists and pulled him into a patented 'Hermione Hug'.

The feeling of his best friends breasts pressing against his chest caused the problem in his trousers to get even bigger, and her eyes widened as she felt him against her. The smile on her face turned into what he could only describe as a wicked grin, and she dropped her hand, stroking him through his dungarees. “Oh Sweet Baby Maeve, I'm going to enjoy this!” she murmured.

“Hermione? What's going on here?”

She gave him the look that she reserved for when he or Ron had asked a stupid question, and said,
“Honestly Harry, isn't it obvious? You asked the room for a way to release your stress and anger, and, with the breaking of the block on your libido, what Hogwarts decided you required was a place to have sex with your choice of partners.”

He was actually proud of himself, he managed to keep his jaw from dropping, and form a coherent response to that statement.

“I'm sorry, but could you repeat that? It sounded like you said that Hogwarts thinks the answers to my problems is a bit of happy naked fun time!”

She just rolled her eyes at him, before continuing in her explaining things to a three year old voice, “No Harry, I didn't say that, but what I did say is that you have a lot of tension and anger to work out, so you can start to think clearly about your problems. Now, if you don't want to shag Hermione, pick one of the other girls, I'm not actually Hermione, I won't be offended.”

Harry nodded, her words made sense, but he knew that even though this wasn't Hermione, she was close enough that she would feel hurt if he chose someone else. And he couldn't stand to see the look of disappointment on his best friend's face.

With a grin, he acted on something that the voice was whispering in his. “Tell me, if you were Hermione, what is her favorite fantasy about me?”

He grinned wider as the simulation of his friend blushed bright red. She blinked a couple of times, before clearing her throat and speaking, “Well, you have to understand that your friend reads a lot! Not just her school books, but reading for pleasure, and the pleasure reading just adds fuel to a very vivid imagination, and, well....”

The room faded away, and Harry found himself standing on the deck of an old fashioned wooden sailing ship. Looking around, he saw that there was another ship several hundred feet away, and he could see dead bodies through the smoke and flames that were engulfing the boat. Looking up, he saw the 'Jolly Roger' flapping in the wind from the mast. The ship he was on was moving gently, and he could see it was anchored in the bay off a tropical island.

Looking down, he saw a bloody cutlass in his hand, and the dead body of a well dressed man lying on the deck, and an older woman sobbing next to him. He absently wiped the blood off on the dead man's clothing and slid the blade into his belt, next to the pistol on his hip. From what he could see, he was dressed in a blue velvet uniform jacket over a white open neck shirt. He was wearing old fashioned trousers that tied at the waist, and sturdy boots.

Not seeing Hermione, he knew where she had to be, and headed below deck to his cabin.

She was sitting on the bunk, her eyes red from crying, dressed in the height of fashion, a high closed collar on her dress, and her skirts ruffled. She stood up when the door opened, and a frightened expression crossed her face when she saw him. He really had to wonder about Hermione's taste in reading material, instantly understanding her fantasy, but he waited until she spoke to make sure. He was proven right when she said, in as calm a voice as she could muster, “Well Captain, has my father paid the ransom?”

He shook his head sadly, “Sorry lass, seems he valued his pretty jewels more than your virtue. Alas, he has neither now, and will be going for a swim in a few minutes.”

She went pale, and said, “And my Mother?”

“She's fine at the moment, but that could change, depending on how cooperative you are.”

She collapsed on the bunk, tears welling up again and flowing down her face. He pulled a kerchief from his coat and handed it to her. “Now, now, milady, it wouldn't have made any difference even if he had paid the ransom, your virtue was always going to be a fading memory before the sun set this evening. The only question was whether it was going to just be me, or to me and my crew?”

She went pale, obviously remembering the look of his crew, who, while being extremely competent, were also an extraordinarily coarse lot. She and her serving girls had been paraded in front of them when they were taken aboard the ship a few days before. Climbing to her feet, she approached him and, taking a deep breath, she said, “What would sway your decision Captain?”

He chuckled, “Well now, milady, that depends on you, and how cooperative you are. If you do as you're told, you will only have me to deal with, and I'll do my best to see you get some pleasure out of things. On the other hand, if you disobey me, you will not only have to deal with me, you'll also be joining your mother and servants in the crew's bunks for the rest of your time with us.”

He watched the emotions flowing across her face, and she stood up straighter, obviously making a decision. She looked up at him and nodded, saying simply“I will submit.”

He grinned, “Good choice, milady. Now, hold still, I don't want to cut you.”

She blinked as he pulled his carving knife from it's sheath on his calf, and she saw the 12 inch blade gleaming in the light from the lanterns. Slipping the blade into the frilly cuff around her wrist, he sliced the fabric apart, leaving her arm bare. Moving to the other arm, he cut the sleeve off completely. When both sleeves of the dress were loose in his hand he moved behind her and pulled her arms back, using one of the sleeves to bind her wrists together, and the other to lock her elbows together, causing her to arch her back.

He moved in front of her, admiring the look of the girl, her face nicely flushed, although she was trying to appear calm. Her chest was pushed forward by the way he had tied her arms, and he could see she was nicely built. Stepping closer, he lifted the blade to her neck, causing her to inhale sharply, only releasing it when he used the knife to slice the buttons under her collar. He carefully cut the fabric of her dress, leaving the fabric around her throat held closed with three small buttons, because he liked the look of a collar on the girl. Slicing along the shoulder seams, he pull the front of her dress down, leaving her bare to the waist.

He nodded in appreciation, his free hand fondling her breasts. They were nicely formed, better than a handful each, and firm to the touch, her nipples standing stiff in the chill breeze from the window above their heads. She squirmed in embarrassment as he touched her, but he was amused that her squirming seemed to press her against his groping hand. Apparently some part of the girl realized that this is her fantasy and was enjoying it, he mused.

Getting back into character, he chuckled, “Ah, very nice, milady, very, very nice. Now, if the rest of you lives up to your teats, I might have to reconsider selling you to the flesh pots of Tripoli, although you would certainly bring a nice price from the Sultan, he likes lily white girls like you in his harem.”

'Where in the hell is this dialogue coming from? I know I would never come up with some of this stuff!I guess it's all part of Hermione's fantasy, and I wonder if she's this wild in reality? Definitely going to have to find out!'

Tugging the waist of her dress away from the skin, he cut through the fabric all along one leg, until the dress dropped to the floor, leaving her completely nude before him. He shook his head at the forest of hair between her thighs. “That won't do, that won't do at all!”

Leaving her standing there in confusion, he stepped to his cabin door, and gave an order to the girl waiting there (he was surprised that the girl was an exact copy of Katie Bell, who was wearing nothing more than a metal collar and wrist cuffs) He watched her scurry away with admiration, until she returned, carrying a basin of water and a razor on tray.

Directing the girl into his cabin, he gestures at his captive, and the girl's eyes light up with understanding, and moves over to the captive. Setting the tray down by the bed, she moves the girl until she is sitting on the edge of the bed. When the captive looks up at him, he said, “I won't abide a hairy woman! Hold still, that razor is sharp and I don't want you bleeding unnecessarily.”

The girl obediently spread her legs, and his servant knelt down and swirled a cloth in the basin of water, before soaking the brown curly hair. He stood and watched the slave do her job, making sure that the hair was wet enough before starting to shave the girl. He was amused at the way the girl squirmed on the bed, if he wasn't watching closely, he would think that it was from humiliation at being touched, but he could tell she was actually extremely aroused. He was looking forward to seeing her reaction to the end of the shave!

He waited, and soon enough the girl was shaved clean. His servant looked up at him for her instructions, and he just nodded. The girl nodded in response, and, setting the razor back on the tray, moved it aside and put her hands on the captive's thighs. Her eyes shot open when his servant's breath blew across her lips, and she started to protest, but a glare from him silenced her.

The servant slid out her tongue and licked the girl from bottom to top, with practiced ease. Of course, she had lots of practice, all of his bed warmers learned to pleasure another woman, because he required them to. It only took one example being made of the girl who refused, and the rest became quite obedient! Of course, having the girl raped by his crew, then flogged may have been a bit extreme, but disobedience had to be punished, and, as Machiavelli wrote, it was best to make the punishment sudden and severe enough that they don't need to be repeated.

Harry shifted himself in his trousers as he watched his servant licking the captive's pussy, and the captive girl was obviously mortified by the way she was enjoying it! He was getting to the point where he needed relief, so he unbuttoned the front of his trousers, and moved behind his servant. Kneeling down, he pushed forward until he was between the girl's legs. Fingering his servant, he was pleased that she was nicely wet, because he didn't wish to hurt her, she was doing her job without complaint, and did not deserve punishment.

Pulling his cock out, he pushed forward, burying himself in the girl's pussy. She gasped at being filled, but did not pull her mouth away from the captive's pussy. Pumping slowly, he reached around and fondled the servant's breasts, teasing the nipples the way he knew she enjoyed, making her wriggle nicely against him. Harry wondered if this counted as losing his virginity, since this wasn't actually happening, and the part he was playing was obviously extremely experienced. He mentally shrugged, he didn't really care, it still felt bloody fantastic!

He could tell he wouldn't last long, and pulled out of the girl's pussy, moving to stand beside the captive. She was lost in the sensations that his servant was providing with her tongue, and jerked in surprise when he slapped her face with his cock, wet with the servant's juices. Holding the girl's nose closed, she opened her mouth to breath, and he slipped his cock between her lips.

Putting his hands in her hair, he held her face still as he pushed into her mouth. “Use your tongue on me, and close your mouth around the head. Don't mind the taste, you'll soon get used to it, because you'll be drinking the juices from the source soon enough!”

She did what he told her, and he started pumping into her mouth, relishing the mixed fear, disgust and arousal in her eyes. “Oh, milady, this is nothing, just wait until I bugger your tight little arse!” Her eyes widened, and she moaned in protest, but he just laughed, “Don't worry, I'm told that it only hurts the first few times, so by breakfast you'll be taking a buggering like an English sailor!”

She moaned around his cock, as the servant continued licking her, and soon she was shuddering in pleasure, as orgasm washed through her. He held still, letting her recover before tightening his grip in her hair and moving again. His servant had twisted around, and was using her mouth on his eggs, bringing him even closer to the edge. He managed to growl out, “Swallow it Girl!” before he exploded in her mouth.

He was pleasantly surprised that she was able to keep up with him, and didn't let any of his cum to seep from between her lips. Pulling out, his servant quickly licked him clean, and tucked him back into his trousers. He patted her on the head in appreciation, and the girl picked up the shaving tray and scurried from the room, shutting the door behind her.

“You enjoyed that, didn't you, milady?” He mocked, “Taking the nasty pirate captain's cock in your ladylike mouth, while a girl was shaving your pussy bare, so that everyone can see it? You try to deny it, but you are a nasty little tart underneath your expensive dress, aren't you?” She shook her head in denial, but he sneered, “If you are such a pure lady, why did you enjoy it so much when my servant licked your pussy? And you didn't object to swallowing my dick either, did you?”

He reached behind her and grabbed the cloth binding her arms, pulling her to her feet. Putting his hand at her crotch, he fingered her roughly, the wetness making a squelching noise around his fingers. “You try to deny it, but you know it's true. Deep inside, where you don't let anybody see, you know that this is how you really want to be treated, don't you? You want the world to know you are a nasty little tart, and you enjoy sucking your Master's cock, don't you?”

She shook her head, trying to deny it, but the words don't come out. He watched her, smirking to himself. 'She is too easy, just like all these other high born ladies. They try to deny it, but they've repressed themselves for so long, it doesn't take much to get the whore to come out.'

Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, “If you are so sure that I'm wrong, I'll make you a little wager.” She looks at him with interest, wondering what he would offer. “If you aren't willing to admit to being everything I say you are within the next 30 days, I'll set you free with all your family money and put you on a ship back to England. If, on the other hand, I'm proven right, well, you'll belong to me for the rest of your life. Interested?”

He saw the determination in her eyes, and knew he had her. It wasn't the first time he'd made the wager, and he'd never lost, all of his bed warmers had started the same way, haughty and convinced they weren't subject to such base desires. The longest it had ever taken was with the Chinese girl, and she broke within eight days.

She nodded, accepting the wager, obviously believing she would win her freedom back.

Grabbing her by the shoulder, he pushed her across the cabin and out the door. Guiding her down the hallway, he stopped her at the entrance to the brig, and opened the door. His smith was at the anvil, working some pieces of metal into shape. He looked up when the entered, and his eyes landed on the captive. Looking back at the captain with a smile, he waited for the Captain to speak.

“I've decided that the girl doesn't look right without her jewelry, so I want a necklace and some wrist and ankle bracelets for her.”

The smith grinned, “I've got just the thing Captain, put her in place and I'll get them on her.”

Grabbing the girl by the hair, he pushed her to her knees, pressing her breasts against the metal of the anvil. The smith turned around, two curve pieces of metal in his hands. When she saw the collar, she started to struggle, but the Captain slapped her on the arse to keep her still. The smith said, “Do you want it permanent or removable, Cap'n?”

“Make it temporary for now, she thinks she'll be taking it off in 30 days.”

The man laughed, shaking his head, “She took your wager, then? Why don't I just make them permanent? I've been with you for years, and never seen a girl beat your wager.”

He chuckled, “This one thinks she'll be the first, and, she's got some spine, I like that.”

“You're the Captain,” the man said agreeably, and slipped the front piece of the collar around her throat before lifting up her hair to put the back around her neck. “Hold still girl, I don't want to hit you with my hammer before the Captain is through with you.”

She froze in place, but still winced when the hammer hit the metal, pounding the bolts in place. She was shivering in fear when she was pulled back to her feet, and didn't even react when she felt the cloth holding her arms together fall away. Her hands were still clasped behind her back until his hands pulled them apart, and she realized that her arms were free. She didn't even get a chance to rub the feelings back into her hands when her wrists were pulled in front of her, and he put his weight on them, holding them down on the anvil. She didn't struggle against the manacles, or the ankle cuffs he was holding her too strongly to be able to move.

He grinned as he pulled her to her feet, and made her walk across the room, giving the smith a show as her breasts moved with each step she took. He doubted the man would ever be given the opportunity to touch her, unless she really angered him, but he had no problem letting him admire her, she really was a comely wench.

After he decided the smith had seen enough, he ordered the girl to stop, and return to the anvil. The smith bolted the end of a 12 inch length of chain to one of her cuffs, and connected it to her other wrist. Grabbing the chain, he pulled her from the cabin and back down the hallway, passed the entrance to his cabin, and up a ladder. He blinked at the bright sunlight hitting his eyes, but smiled widely at the rest of his crew. Excellent, an audience would be perfect for the next stage of his entertainment.

Pulling the girl behind him, to the jeers and whistles of his crew, and a few feminine cries, 'must be the girls mother and servants,' he strode to the foredeck and addressed the gathered men. “A'right you bastards, take a good look at her, but remember, she's my property, and if any of you try to use her without permission, you'll be feeding the sharks! But, you can still watch as I teach the girl her proper place, you see, she doesn't want to admit that she's a filthy little tart just like all the high born ladies we've entertained, so I've made a little wager with her. She's going to admit that she needs and wants what I do to her, that she loves being my whore within 30 days. She doesn't think she will, but I'm going to prove her wrong.”

He turned to look at the girl, enjoying the way she was blushing from her face all the way down to her breasts. But he could also see the glazed look in her eyes, that told him she was also extremely aroused. He had seen the look often enough to understand what it meant, and knew that she would be completely his within a day or so. It was a pity, he really thought she would be a challenge.

Shrugging, he pulled on her chain and led her to the mast. Turning her so she faced the wooden shaft, he pulled her arms over her head, and hung the chain on the hook imbedded in the wood. Putting his foot between her legs, he moved them apart and chained her ankles to the deck. He smirked, his men had scoffed when he had put the chains and hook in place before sailing on their first raid. They changed their tune when he showed them just what the chains were used for, as he trained the Indian Princesses as his bed warmers. The sisters were the first to lose his wager, and he'd had them for 3 years now.

Once he had her in place, he looked over at the serving girls, all four of them were huddled together protectively, their hands trying to hide their nude bodies from the leering men. He found it interesting that Hermione had cast Parkinson, Davis and the Greengrass sisters as her servants. Pointing at Daphne, he had her dragged forward and pushed to her knees.

Grabbing the girl's black hair, he turned her head so she was looking up at him, and he said, “Listen carefully, I'm going to be shagging your mistress in just a few minutes, and it's your job to make sure she's wet enough not to be hurt. If you refuse, I'm going to have you whipped raw and then give you to the Moor to break in, and then, if you are still alive, I'll let every member of my crew have you before hanging you in that rusty cage up there until you die, and then I'll have your body cooked and served to your sister for dinner, understood?”

The girl started crying in terror at his words, and nodded quickly. He smiled at her, “Good, I'm glad. Now, make sure she is ready for me, and I'll see that you are rewarded.” The girl shuffled forward, and put her face between her mistresses thighs, and stuck her tongue out, giving a long lick. He stood back and watched, the servant must have had some experience, based on the way her mistress was moaning against the mast.

Leaning forward, he said to the servant, “You are doing a good job girl, have you done this for her before?” When the girl nodded, he said, “And has she ever pleasured you?” She girl shook head emphatically. “Don't worry, she will soon. I want you to finger yourself while you are pleasing her, and, when you get done, stick your fingers in her mouth so she has to clean them.”

The girl pulled her face back so he could see her grin wickedly and nod, before dropping one of her hands between her legs and going to work.

He moved so he was standing by the bound girl's head, and leaned forward, “Are you enjoying your servant girl's tongue? I told her to do a really good job, because I want you nice and wet when I part your lily white thighs with my cock! I'm going to make you scream with pleasure, milady, and everybody is going to know you are nothing more than a cock hungry little whore, and there is nothing you can do about it. Do you think your mother knew what a little strumpet you are? She does now!”

“And she's going to watch, along with everybody else later tonight when I line up all the women on the ship, and you are going to lick each and every one of them until they beg you to stop, even your mother!”

He didn't know if it was his words, or the girl's mouth on her pussy, but the bound girl threw back her head and shrieked as she collapsed in orgasm, her body pressing against the mast. When she was back in her right mind, he gestured for the servant to come forward, and she did, removing her fingers from her pussy and climbing to her feet.

He stopped the girl before she could bring her fingers to the captive's lips, and said, “Now, milady, I want you to turn your head and look at your servant, and open your mouth. I want you to look in her eyes as you suck her fingers clean, so she will know just how much it excites you, being treated like the whore you are, and she's going to go back and tell your mother, and all the other servant girls, so they will all know you aren't any better than they are.” Nodding at the servant, she rubbed her fingers over the girls mouth and forced her fingers between her lips. He watched as the servant stared into the girl's eyes, and a wicked grin formed on her face. When she withdrew her fingers, he said, “Well?” and the girl nodded.

“She's just what you said she was, she was as excited as I've ever seen her, and she was almost worshiping my fingers, licking the juices off!”

“Good, now, I need you again” She looked at him curiously, but nodded in understanding when he opened his trousers and he pulled his cock out. She moved to where he was standing and knelt down in front of him. Taking his cock in her hands, she started stroking him, and spat on the head, rubbing her spit all along the head and shaft.

“Damn, you are good!” he moaned, as she used her tongue to tease the head. “Just get it wet for now, if you really want to show me what you can do, I'll send for you tonight!” 'Damn this is a sick fantasy, Hermione!'

She nodded, opening her mouth and sucking on the head, before sliding her mouth forward and taking more of the shaft inside. When he felt the head bump against the back of her throat, he pulled back, letting her get him even wetter. She was very good with her tongue, rubbing along the underside and teasing the vein, he knew he would lose control quickly and didn't want that yet, although the idea of painting her face did have it's appeal. Tapping her on the shoulder, she pulled away from his cock, and he grinned, “Good work, and I promised you a reward, didn't I?”
She nodded, still kneeling.

Turning, he looked at the crowd, and found the one he was looking for, gesturing, the tall blonde strode forward at his signal, and, when she reached him, knelt down next to the girl. “Fleur, I promised this girl a reward for good service, so take her to the seraglio and give her a full bath and shave, and show her how I reward good service.”

The blonde smiled and rose to her feet, reaching down, she helped the raven haired beauty to her feet, and, with a smile to him, leaned in and kissed the girl gently on the lips before leading her off the deck.

Hearing a whine, he turned back to the bound girl, and laughed as she tried to bring her thighs together, she was shifting her weight from foot to foot, dancing impatiently. Slapping her on the arse, he said, “Don't worry, milady, I haven't forgotten you, but you need to have patience, I'm the one in control here, and you are the one chained naked to the mast where your mother can see your bits!”

She moaned again, and he shook his head, so easy. He didn't know where this gift of his came from, but it never failed him, he knew what she needed the instant he saw her through his spyglass. Stepping forward, he slid his fingers inside her grasping lips, and pumped slowly for a moment or two, getting his fingers nice and wet. Pulling his fingers away, he gripped his cock with his free hand, and rubbed the head along her lips, drawing a whine of need from the girl.

Slipping the head inside, he laughed as she clenched around him, shuddering as another orgasm hit her, now that she was being taken the way she wanted. While she was still shivering in pleasure, he pushed forward, stretching her out until he was all the way inside her. He wondered at the lack of a barrier, but didn't worry about it, she was still tight enough to be a virgin.

Reaching around, he fondled the girl's breasts as he stroked into her, his hips slapping against her fleshy arse cheeks. He wasn't surprised that the girl climaxed again with him inside her, but the tightening of her walls around him was enough to make him growl out his own release, painting the inside of her pussy, and dripping down her thighs as he pulled out.

He was still rock hard, and wanted to finish taking the girl before moving the crew off the ship and onto the beach. Spitting onto his fingers, he pulled the girl's arse cheeks apart and shoved his index finger through the ring of muscle, making the girl cry out in pain. Slapping the fleshy cheek, he said, “Hush girl! I told you that it would be happening, so just relax and try to enjoy it, don't worry, you'll get used to it soon enough.”

She shook her head in denial, and he honestly thought she might be telling the truth this time, but he really didn't care. He had told the girl he was going to be buggering her, just like he told all his bed warmers, and they all learned to enjoy it, he knew she would as well.

Working another finger in, she cried out, but it was muffled this time, as if she was biting her lip to keep quiet. He pumped the fingers in and out a few times, moving them around and stretching her before adding a third finger.

She didn't even moan when he added the third finger, and by the time he had his fourth finger moving inside her, she was even pushing back against him. Nodding, he judged she was loose enough, and slid his cock into her pussy, getting it slick with her juices before sliding out and adjusting slightly. He lined his cock up with the stretched out ring, and pushed forward, nudging the head through the muscle.

He held still for a moment after the rosebud closed around him, letting her adjust to the feeling. When she had stopped moaning, he started moving, going a bit deeper with each thrust, until she was pushing back against him. Reaching around, he used his clean hand to finger her pussy, making her shiver in pleasure. Leaning down, so he was pressed against her back, he said,

“Are you sure you aren't enjoying this? Having your mother and your servants and everybody else watching you taking my cock in your arse, and you fucking back against me like a Lisle Street Strumpet? They all know you are nothing but a cock hungry little whore, so why are you trying to fool them? You know this is what you really want, isn't it? You want everybody to know, so you don't have to hide any more, don't you?”

He punctuated each question with another thrust, building up speed as he buried himself in her arse, relishing the heat and the tightness. The way she was clenching around his cock and his fingers told him she was extremely close, just a bit more should send her completely over the edge and make her his completely. He moved his fingers inside her, and found the little nub that he was looking for, and started rubbing it gently, while pumping gently into her rear hole.

“Just say the words, you know you are dying to say them, aren't you? You are dying to admit that I was right about you, to shout it to the sky so everybody knows. Just go ahead, say the words, and I'll let you cum, give you the release you are panting for, just say the words! It's all you have to do, and you can have everything you ever desired!”

He wasn't disappointed, as she yelled out, “Yes! Yes! You Fucking Bastard! I love it, I love being treated like the filthy whore I am, and I don't care who knows it, just keep shagging my filthy hole!”

'So easy', he thought, as he enjoyed the profanity spewing from her mouth. Giving her the release, he said, “Cum for me girl! Cum like you've never cum before!”

The cursing continued as he felt her bucking against him, but soon the words faded away and soon all that were coming from her throat were almost bestial growls and cries, as she fully lost herself in the sensations that had been building for years.

Pulling out of her arse, he grabbed the chain from the hook and lowered her to her knees. She looked up at him with lust in her eyes, and she reached for his cock. Stepping back, he said, “Close your eyes and mouth girl, I need to get cleaned up before you suck me again!”

When she did as he demanded, he stroked himself and, with a roar, his seed spurted from his cock and splashed all over her face and chest until he finally finished, standing there panting as he caught his breath. Pulling his trousers up, he gestured for one of the girls to take care of his newest bed warmer.

Closing his eyes, he couldn't believe how filthy Hermione's mind really was! Feeling something change, he opened his eyes, and found himself back in the Room of Requirement, dressed in the same clothes he wore earlier that night.

Hearing heavy breathing, he turned and saw Hermione sitting on the floor, her legs spread wide and one hand fingering herself as her chest heaved, her nipples rock hard. Eventually she got her breathing under control, and smiled up at him, “Whew! That was intense! I've never tried to recreate a mental image like that before, but she has a really vivid imagination, and I could draw from her mental picture to create that scene. She paused, and then said, “Is that what 'It's Always the Quiet Ones,' means?”

He laughed, “I think so, but I have to say, I'm really looking forward to finding out if real Hermione is as kinky as she is in her fantasies!”

She smirked at him, “She's even kinkier! And she's got a submissive streak a mile wide and deep where you are concerned Harry.”

“Oh bugger! I don't know if I can handle her if she's even wilder than that fantasy. Although it was a hell of a lot of fun!”

He closed his eyes, remembering the other girls in Hermione's fantasy, and pictured her kneeling before all of them, her wrists chained behind her back as she used her tongue on all of them. Picturing her using her mouth on Daphne, and Cho and the Patil Twins just got him hard again, and he said, “I don't believe it! I'm ready to go again.”

He didn't hear anything from Hermione, and when he looked at her, she was back in position, no sign that she'd ever moved. When he touched her again, a voice came from the room, saying, “Choose somebody else this time, Harry, that body needs to rest!”

Chuckling, he wandered through the room, and stopped in front of Daphne Greengrass. He wondered if she would fall into the same fantasy that Hermione created, and reached out to run a finger across the black haired beauty's nipples, causing them to crinkle in pleasure.

The room shifted around him, and for an instant, he saw the Slytherin Common Room, before it faded and he found himself back in his cabin aboard the Lily's Revenge, and Daphne was standing nude before him, her hair pulled back and her arms behind her back, thrusting her breasts forward.

Smiling, he moved toward the girl, who was looking at him steadily, with a slight smile on her own face. “You aren't going to try and play the innocent virgin with me, are you girl? Not the way you sucked me out on the deck.”

She laughed, “I'm 17 years old, and haven't been a virgin since I was 12! The Master of the House insisted on opening the servant girls at that age, and we had to service all three of them, the Husband, Wife and daughter. Thank you for killing him, by the way, he really wasn't a very good man.”

He laughed, “And you think I am? I'm going to be taking your mouth, pussy and arse while you are in my cabin, and if you hadn't impressed me with your skills, and your looks, you would be with your sister and the others entertaining my crew right now! The crew won't hurt them deliberately, because they know I won't stand for it, but they are hard men, and the other girls are in for a rough treatment. The only thing that they won't experience in the crew quarters is being buggered, I reserve that right for myself to break them in.”

Shrugging she said, “It won't be the first time, we've all been buggered before, the husband liked to have us entertain his friends and business partners, so we've gotten used to it.”

He shook his head, “Well, the other girls will have a chance to impress me over the next few days, and if they do a good enough job, I'll keep them here with me, instead of selling the lot of you to the flesh pots in Tripoli. Now, we've talked long enough, you know what you are here for, so get to work!”

Kneeling down, she reached up and pulled him out of his trousers, and, planting a kiss on the head, proceeded to surpass her earlier blow job with ease.

The Present
Harry's Office

It was after he had thoroughly exhausted the simulated Hermione, and moved on to Daphne and managed to wear her out that he began to suspect that something was going on. He didn't find an answer in the room, but he was much more relaxed when he made his way back to his dorm for eight hours of sleep. Of course, his dreams probably would have been much more interesting if he'd been aware that, in the Gryffindor 4th Year Girls Dorm, and the 5th Year Dorm, as well as the 4th Year Slytherin Girls Dorm, Hermione, Katie Bell and Daphne Greengrass were all having extremely erotic dreams about him.

Unfortunately, he didn't find out about it until later that Summer, when Cho and Luna arrived on his birthday to give him a most unexpected birthday gift.

While he was sleeping, part of his mind had been active, making plans and testing different ideas to get free of both Voldemort and Dumbledore. He also knew he would need allies, and started thinking about who he could trust. He immediately discarded Ron and his family, simply because they were too close to Dumbledore, and besides, Ron had proven himself a fair weather friend already this year. He was fairly sure that Padfoot and Moony could be counted on to help, if approached properly.

Shaking his head to clear the memories, he smirked, at least that part of the plan had already been accomplished. Dumbledore's head, along with Voldemort's, adorned pikes outside of Gringotts for 77 days before he even started his 6th year at Hogwarts.

Hearing his door open, he looked up and smiled at one of the people most responsible for him achieving that goal. Luna stood in the doorway, the light illuminating her nude body, and reflecting off the diamonds in her collar. Waving her in, she shut and locked the door behind her and strolled across the room, her head held high, no sign of the submissiveness she displayed when others were around. They both knew he was her Master, and neither of them had any desire to change things, so the two of them dispensed with the unnecessary fripperies when they were alone.

Sitting on his lap, she shifted so that his erection was standing out from his robes and rubbing against her pussy lips. Sighing in pleasure, she looked at the journal and then looked at the mirror across the room, catching his eyes in the reflection, she raised her eyebrow in question, and he nodded, they had been together long enough they didn't need the words. Pulling the journal to her, she read quietly, humming a tune only she could hear, and rocking back and forth, making him groan as her juices coated his cock.

He could see the slight smile on her face in the mirror, confirming that she knew exactly what she was doing to him. Deciding that turnabout is fair play, he rests his left hand on her thigh, and lets a trickle of his magic flow from his fingertips and into the bare skin. She paused in turning a page for a second, but otherwise didn't show any reaction, but he could see her grin get wider in the mirror, so he increased the flow of magic, and this time she bit her lip to keep quiet. Upping the ante, he wraps his other arm around Luna's waist, and shifts so he can cup her breast with his free hand. Rubbing his thumb under her breast, she shudders, gasping out, “Damn it, Harry, you don't play fair!” as she drops the journal on the desk and raises herself off his cock.

He just grinned, “Who said I was playing, Luna dear?”as he shifted his hands so he could hold her waist. Holding her in place, he shifted so his cock was right at her entrance, and pulled her down, impaling her. He loved the way she moaned as he filled her, even after the countless times they were together, he didn't think he would ever get tired of it. She tried to move, to raise herself off of his cock, but he held her in place, knowing the game she was playing. Planting his feet, he rolled his chair back and moved to his feet, still buried within her. As he moved, Luna's feet hit the floor, but he had her bent over his desk, her breasts pressing into the polished oak, before she could move. Grabbing her wrists, he pulled them behind her back and held them together as he slammed into her.

*

Luna closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of Harry taking her, she knew it would happen as soon as she started teasing him, and had been looking forward to it. It was a game they had played before, and would, no doubt play again. It reminded her of how things were in the beginning, when Master hadn't been responsible for so many women, when they were still in the planning stages of changing the world. There were times she regretted that her gift wasn't settled enough to know what Harry was going through that night, or she would have known to be in the Room of Requirement to give herself to him, instead of having to wait until his birthday. That way she could have been his first slave, the way she had hoped, but by the time she became aware of the changes, she was already back home.

In a way, it was good that she wasn't his first, because, by the time she he claimed her, he had already gained enough experience to make her first time wonderful. And when he told her father that he wanted to sign the contract to make her the Black wife? It was all she could do not to slide to the floor and take him in her mouth to express her appreciation. If Daddy hadn't been there, she was sure she would have done just that. Of course, Daddy has long since gotten used to Harry shagging her while he was in the room, so it wouldn't be a big deal to do it now. His only concern is that she is happy with Harry as her Master, and he knows that she is.

“SMACK!”

She was pulled from her musing by Master's hand slapping her arse, and realized she had stopped moving while thinking. Pushing back against him, she tightened her walls around his cock, increasing the sensations for both of them. She held still as he pulled back, before slamming back inside her, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her lips. She had known from the first time she had seen him that he would be her only man, and had been looking forward to taking him into her body. She had fingered herself many times imagining what he would do with her, only to find that the reality far outstripped her fantasies, and she had always been blessed, or cursed, with an extremely vivid imagination.

He seemed to know exactly what she needed, whether to be treated as a pampered pet, or to be tied down and taken, as he did the first time they were together, and he always provided it. She moaned in happiness as she felt one of his fingers sliding easily into her bum, she was already partially stretched from taking him that way twice that night, so it was easy for him to work three fingers, then four, into her arse. She crooned as she felt the slick liquid coating his fingers as he worked them inside her, before taking them out and wiping them clean in her hair.

*
Harry smiled down at his squirming wife/slave, knowing she wanted this just as much as he did. Pulling out of her grasping pussy, he shifted slightly, pushing the head of his cock into her rear hole, loving the velvety tightness as much as he always did. She was the first of the women who enjoyed being buggered unreservedly, Fleur also enjoyed it, as does Gabrielle, but they came later. All the other women needed a mental adjustment before they started enjoying submitting to him that way. There were times he felt fortunate that Luna had joined him, because she was the only one of his women that he did not have to alter in any way before she fully accepted her role, she wasn't the first of his women, but she was definitely the Alpha slave, he had even watched as she made Cho, who supposedly wasn't the submissive type, kneel down in front of her!

All of the other women, even those who allowed themselves to think they were just his concubines, or belonged to other Masters, and not him, submitted to Luna when she wanted them to. And the best part was, none of them questioned it, not even Cho! Granted, the majority of his women had a strong submissive streak already, which was one of the things that made him think Salazar and the others were correct, that magic itself was subject to the complementary forces of dominance and submission. He had observed that the spells he and his women performed were much stronger and focused than they were in the past, and he noticed the same with the other dominant men in his group, when they were paired with their women.

Leaning forward, he slipped his hands under Luna's body and cupped her breasts, making her moan as he pinched her erect nipples. He kept stroking into her bottom, enjoying the guttural growls that poured out of her throat as she lost herself in the feeling of submitting to him. All too soon, they peaked, and when Luna recovered from her climax, pulled herself off of his shaft and turned around, kneeling before him, her mouth open to take his seed.

After he finished, and she licked him clean again, he pulled her back into his lap, and she snuggled into him, saying, “You know, we can find Hermione easily enough, and let her know things are safe to come home now. I know that you still want her with you, even though you try to deny it.”

He shook his head, “It's been too long, and I've changed too much, I don't know if it would be the same. I haven't seen her since we got off the Hogwarts Express after the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and I was still trying to figure things out.”

She looked up at him in disappointment, “Master, you know I love you, and would never lie to you, but if you think that she wouldn't move heaven and earth to get here if Captain Harry called for her, you are fooling yourself!”

He chuckled wryly, “All right, you've made your point, but I have to know, did you see something that makes you think that we need her here?”

She frowned, shaking her head, “Not a 'seeing' exactly, just a strong feeling that it would be better if she were with us instead of halfway around the world.”

“Good enough, your feelings haven't steered us wrong yet. I'll write her in the morning, but for now, I'm ready for some sleep, how about you?”

With a nod, she slid off his lap, and the two of them walked back to the bedroom, Harry dimming the lights behind him.

End Chapter One