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Harry knew that what he wanted to do ever since he changed into what he was now was incredibly immoral and illegal, but he couldn't help himself. Although, really, why would he want to? He liked what he liked, and therefore he couldn't help that he liked making girls cower and hurt. His next project was the submission and conversion of Daphne and Astoria Greengrass. Astoria was a tiny slip of a girl with delicate features, wispy blonde hair, and sky blue eyes. She was fourteen years old, and seemed to be the exact opposite of her older sister in every way. If Astoria was day , then Daphne was night, as she had ebony hair down to her arse and a beautiful pair of the most violet eyes he'd ever seen. She was breathtaking, and he wanted her—no, he wanted both of them.
It was currently dawn on a Saturday, and there were only three weeks and one day remaining until Harry had to go back to Hogwarts. He had come up with a plan that would allow him to spend the day in Hebrides, and with those two girls. First things first, he sent Hedwig with a letter to the twins, saying that he needed their help to get out of the Burrow for the day as he had business at Gringotts and he didn't know how long it would take.
He waited with bated breath for a reply, but the hours slipped by and no owl in the orange-streaked sky. All too soon, he could hear Molly start to clang and bang around in her kitchen as the scents of breakfast wafted up to his nose. He miserably started down the stairs, but ran into Hermione who was fresh out of the shower, flushed from the hot water and barely covered by a shabby white towel.
"Hi Harry," she said, and kissed him.
"Hi, love," Harry returned. "Well don't you look particularly… wet this morning."
Hermione blushed at Harry's tone. "You know very well that showering includes using water, which makes people wet."
Harry pushed her gently against the wall, placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head, and whispered, "I bet you were masturbating in the shower."
She blushed harder and tried to look away, but Harry nudged her chin back so she was looking at him again. "Were you thinking about me? Did you finger-fuck your sweet little pussy in the shower and wish it was me?"
"H-Harry…" she said in a tiny voice, "stop, someone will hear."
His right hand reached down, under her towel, while he let his magic put a silencing ward around them. When he touched her pussy, she gasped and closed her eyes. "Are you sure you want me to stop?" he asked as his finger started circling around her clit. "Because I can, you know, but I don't think you really want me to. You like it when I take control, when I whisper filthy words in your ear, don't you, my little slut?"
Hermione whimpered, the programming that she didn't know she had surfacing properly for the first time as Harry whispered the phrase he'd planted in her mind: little slut. It had taken a far shorter time to get to this point than he had thought it would originally, which he was very pleased with. It had started out with implanted dreams where he was sexually dominating her in every way, and he would make her wake up nearly screaming in pleasure. Next came the masochistic dreams, where he slowly reprogrammed her nerves to react to pain with pleasure. In each of those dreams, he would refer to her only by the phrase 'little slut', and judging by the witch in front of him, it had worked perfectly and was more successful than he'd ever thought it would be. Now, with the hot and wet pussy before him, he had made her fully his.
He cast a wandless contraception charm on her, freed his cock from his sleep pants, and fucked her harder than ever before. Hermione responded by moaning and pulling him in tighter, squeezing her legs around his waist. Harry hammered into her snatch and, even though he hadn't cared about her pleasure this time, he felt her come twice before he flooded her hole with cum. He cleaned himself up with a wave of his hand, then said, "I want you to not clean up that cum until after midday, okay my little slut?"
"Yes, Master," she replied, like in her dreams.
"Good girl. Hermione, go get changed, yeah?"
Her name snapped her back to reality, and immediately her blush was back full force as she remembered everything she had just done, even as she accepted the new shift in their relationship from normal lovers to her being his slut without question. Once again, she said, "Yes, Master," before she hurried off to her room to do as told, hopefully before Ginny woke up.
By breakfast, Harry was getting antsy. Hedwig hadn't returned, so he had no way of knowing whether the twins had even received his letter. Happily, just as Molly had served him a plate full of eggs, bacon, and hash, the Floo activated and two identical red-heads tumbled out. "Fred! George! I didn't know you were coming!" exclaimed Molly as she gave them a hug.
"We just wanted to pop in," George said.
"Maybe get a bit of breakfast along the way," Fred winked at his mum.
"And then leave with our little extra brother!" George said, clapping Harry on the shoulder. Harry pretended to look confused.
"We have a little project that we want him to help with, little model dragons like the one he got in the first task of the tournament," Fred said.
"As the first products in our new line of children's toys," George continued.
"And just how can Harry help?" asked Molly, confused.
"The Hungarian Horntail. We don't know if it needs more spikes," Fred said.
Molly blinked. "Oh. Harry, what do you think?"
Harry shrugged. "Sure, I'll help I guess. I've already finished all my homework so if it takes all day I won't be in trouble for unfinished homework."
"Good man!" said George.
"Absolutely spiffing!" Fred agreed.
Harry had finished his breakfast at that point, so stood and said, "Shall we go, then? Thanks for breakfast, Molly."
"Yes!" George cried. "Let us embark on our adventure!"
"The most adventure-y adventure to ever be adventured!" Fred cried.
Molly simply shook her head and whispered to Harry, "Probably be a good idea to have lunch at the Leaky Cauldron rather than their apartment, dear."
Harry grinned and agreed before following the twins through the Floo and disappearing in a ball of green fire. When he emerged in Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, Fred and George were laughing happily at a bunch of miniature dragon toys which were flouncing around and breathing fake flames at each other before tussling like cats who had the 'kitty crazies'.
"More spikes, huh?" Harry asked.
George waved him off. "We were woken up at the crack of dawn by Hedwig screeching like a banshee. Your owl can be very annoying, do you know that?"
Harry put on a sheepish face. "Sorry. I thought she would wait until you were awake."
"No problem," Fred said. "Whatever it is you want to do today, it's clearly important. Go on, do you need the Floo or are you walking?"
"Walking," Harry replied, "it's only just down the street. Bye guys."
"Bye!" the twins said as they waved him off.
Harry pulled up his hood and walked quickly to Gringotts, and asked to see the Potter vault. After the cart ride, he handed the young goblin the key and stepped inside the vault once it was open. The place was incredibly organised and clean for being untouched for a decade and a half, but he put that down to goblin magic and the fact that even though Dumbledore had been able to transfer money out of his vault, not even Griphook had been able to get him inside it.
He walked down the rows of family heirlooms, stopping every once in a while to admire some piece of furniture or another, until he got to the family wands. There were at least twenty wands there, each looking beautiful in its own way. He hovered his hand over each of them and discovered that one was acting very positively towards him. He picked it up and there was a burst of dark red sparks from the tip as it bonded to him. He read the attached tag, which said, Emmanuel Linden Potter, 1285-1402.
Interesting. He'd have to get the family history book he'd seen earlier and check out this particular ancestor.
He pocketed the wand, along with two of the wand holsters which were lying next to the wand section, and quickly moved on to the jewellery section, aware of how much more time he'd already spent here than he'd wanted to. He gave a cursory look through the jewellery available and spotted a ring that looked appropriate. It consisted of a thin, dark platinum band with three gems on it: a small, oval-cut D-flawless diamond was on either side of an oval cut emerald, with the emerald being a bit bigger than the diamonds.
He placed the ring in its accompanying box, which went into his mokeskin pouch, and then left the vault for the surface. Once outside, he went to the nearest Apparition point and apparated to Hermione's house. Luckily, it was still early enough in the morning for both of her parents to still be at home. There were no wards or magic of any kind present in the house, so Harry just strolled right in, after blanketing the property in a silencing ward and putting on some gloves.
Her mother seemed to be in the kitchen, humming as she waited for the kettle to boil, and her father was seated at the table, reading today's paper. He stunned both of them, first the man, then the woman, and headed upstairs. He took all the jewellery they had and opened the safe in their room for the man's handgun, then went downstairs to take the wedding rings from their fingers and diamond earrings from her ears, and then took their wallets. He woke up Hermione's father and immediately used the imperius on him and had him write down all of his bank details, then made him move into the position he wanted, which was sitting at the table, reading the paper. Harry then shot the man in the head at point blank range, causing blood, bone, and brain matter to go flying. Then, he rennervated Hermione's mother and had her write down her bank details, and moved her so that it looked like she was running away to call for help, then shot at her three times before he managed to hit her.
It was a shame, really, to kill her. She was a very good-looking woman, and he would have loved to keep her as a sex slave, but it was not to be. She was a Muggle, so he couldn't just give her a bracelet and be done with it since hangman's rope worked by compelling the wearer's magic to obey the master's wishes. He supposed he could have chained her to a bed and leave it at that, but he never would have gotten any customers for her because of her Muggle status. The only thing he could see happening was purebloods trying her once because they were curious, like how some muggles were about what it would be like to fuck an animal or something. No, better to just kill her and leave it at that.
Lastly, he left via the back door, locked it, and then kicked it down again to show that it was the point of entry. Finally, he disassembled the wards and apparated to the Hebrides mansion. He didn't think it would take more than a few hours before someone checked the house, and he knew that the policemen wouldn't be able to find Hermione so would believe she'd been kidnapped. He didn't really care, though.
"Winky," Harry called. The little elf popped in and he handed her the papers with the bank details. "Escort Daphne and Astoria Greengrass to the Master bedroom, and take these to the Potter Account Manager in Gringotts and tell him I said to drain them dry ."
"Yes, Master," the elf squeaked before she popped away to do his bidding. Until Harry got a receptionist or two, he couldn't open the mansion to customers, and he was forced to pull Winky away from her jobs to run the place. He didn't think it would be a problem for much longer, though, because he had already put out an ad in the Daily Prophet; he would start interviewing in a week.
Harry made his way to his bedroom and sat down in the leather wingback armchair by the fireplace. There was a knock on the door, to which he said, "Enter!"
The two girls opened the door and walked in. "Stand before me, my dears," Harry said, and they did as told. Their naked bodies were practically glowing in the early morning light, but their expressions were blank, emotionless. He didn't like that. "You may retain your emotions and personalities, but you will still obey my every order."
There was an instant change, with both girls appearing frightened at their naked state and their unfamiliar surroundings. Much better. Harry stood up and said, "Undress me."
They did as told with trembling hands, and when Harry was as naked as they were, he went to the bed, pulling the girls along, and sat on the bed with his back leaning on the headboard. The girls were standing by the bed at the moment, but Harry gestured to Daphne. "Come here, sit on my lap, facing me." He turned to Astoria, "Watch us."
The raven-haired girl sat on his lap, trembling in fear, and Harry smiled. He imagined that if he'd had a twin sister, she would have looked very much like Daphne did, and it excited him more than had thought it would. His cock stirred, and Daphne froze. Harry chuckled lightly and brought her hand to meet his mostly soft cock for the first time. "This is my cock, Daphne. I know you've never touched or even seen one before, so I'll explain how it works. It's very interesting, because the more you stroke and touch it, the bigger and harder it gets. When it's as big and hard as it can be, I like to use it to fuck girls senseless. Do you understand?"
Daphne whimpered and closed her eyes, but nodded hesitantly. "Good. Now, we're going to start off slowly, we don't want to overwhelm you, after all."
Harry was counting on the fact that pureblood witches were kept as innocent as possible until they had their first period, and even then were rarely told anything worthwhile until they came of age. He grinned when Daphne shuddered and went more pale than she already was. "Good. Well then, slowly slide forward and backward on my lap, and make sure my cock is touching your pussy all the time."
Daphne did as told, blushing as she slid her virgin pussy lips up and down his hardening cock as Harry directed her hips with his gentle hands. When Harry was fully hard and aching, he said, "Lie on the bed, tummy up, and spread your legs."
She did as told, and Harry went down on her, gently opening her petals and licking her clit until it was nice and wet. Harry was already rock-hard by now, but he knew he couldn't rush this, so he used his index finger to tease at her hole, massaging her muscles and causing it to slowly let more of him in. He didn't stop licking her the entire time, and although she had frozen again when he had first started with his finger, she had started unconsciously bucking against his fingers even as tears started to flow down her cheeks.
He sat up against the headboard again. "Come here."
Daphne did as told, and sat on his lap again, pale and shaking at the conflicting feelings of pleasure from his fingers and mouth, and horror and disgust at the rape and her lack of free will. He took his cock in hand and lifted her up above it, then guided her down, slowly forcing himself inside her until most of his cock was engulfed in an absolutely gorgeous tight pussy. The tip of his cock was resting against her cervix, and she had a brainless expression of shock on her face. She was so light that Harry was able to simply lift her up and down as he fucked her, and it wasn't long before she went into a full body shudder as she experienced her first orgasm. He came when she did, as her pussy had clenched on his shaft so completely, so lovingly, that his end came before he even knew it. His load, however, didn't have any space inside her, and only a small portion managed to get through her cervix, so the rest rushed out and coated her arse and his cock and thighs.
Harry gently pushed the spent girl off of him and observed that Astoria was a little green. "Lick it off me, then her," Harry said, and watched as she looked disgusted but did as he said. Harry enjoyed watching her have no choice but to debase herself by cleaning off her own sister and her rapist, and the tears in her eyes spoke testament to her hatred of her task.
Astoria was, essentially, perfect material to get turned into a forced humiliation whore, she looked so angelic when cleaned up that Harry couldn't help but want to ruin her completely, then clean her up and start all over again. Daphne, on the other hand, looked like a fallen angel, and her looks tempted him so much he had to fuck her. It was only his desire to mindfuck her into loving him that made him treat her gently, though, and with the lack of any birth control charms she would be pumping out as many babies as she was physically able to.
Once Astoria had finished cleaning him, she turned to the still in shock Daphne and started cleaning her thighs and cunt. Harry started to stimulate her clit as she did so, causing her to stiffen but shiver with sensation. Harry pushed inside the younger Greengrass sister, but this time more harshly than he had with Daphne. Astoria cried out in pain, but couldn't stop her ordered actions. Daphne, being stimulated even more after her first orgasm, simply whimpered and went into full body shudders.
Harry finished inside Astoria with a grunt and sat back watching in amusement as her ministrations on Daphne made the latter girl wetter, and Astoria couldn't stop unless Daphne was clean so she had to continue. After a few minutes, Harry said, "Astoria, stop. Come here."
She did as told, her face covered in her sister's cum and looking close to tears. Harry pulled her over his lap and gave her two hard slaps on each arse cheek, making her cry. "That's for not being able to do as told. I expect you to practice on all my slaves in my trunk, which is where you two will be living for the next while. You watched when I made your sister wet, so you know how to do it. I want you to practice making each of my slaves orgasm, then clean them up with minimal stimulation. Do you understand,?"
"Y-yes, Master," the girl sniffled.
"Good," Harry smiled, then pushed her off and went to his discarded clothes and pulled his miniature trunk out of his mokeskin pouch before returning it to the proper size. "Get in there, you two. I have a girl to get engaged to."
The two girls entered his slave compartment, and Harry minimised it, put it in his pouch, and then got dressed. He exited the mansion and apparated back to Diagon Alley, where he went into Fred and George's store again. "Hey guys," Harry called out, then had to duck out of the way as a kamikaze Chinese Fireball swooped at him.
"Hey, Harry!" Fred said as he ambled around the corner and caught the Fireball easily.
"How did it go?" George called from the opposite side of the store. "Ouch! The Antipodean Opaleye won't let go of my hair, Fred!"
"Tap it on the nose," Fred suggested back at his twin. "It startles them enough so you can pick them up."
"It went pretty well, I went to Gringotts and found a ring for Hermione, then got her parents' permission to ask for her hand in marriage. Do you two want to come to the Burrow to watch?" Harry asked.
Fred's eyes were alight with joy. "Harry, I didn't even know you two were together, let alone ready for such a big step. I'm so happy for you guys!"
"Me too!" came George's voice. Then, "Ouch, it's got my finger!"
Fred rolled his eyes and sighed. "Excuse me for a moment."
Ten minutes and a swarm of nasty little dragon toys later, the three Flooed back to the Burrow as Harry explained the Muggle concept of twist tying toys to cardboard frames to stop them from being stolen or moved out of their positions. They arrived at the Burrow just as lunch was starting up, and Harry strode over to Hermione before dropping down on one knee. "Hermione, my darling love, I know that we haven't been together very long, and that some people might say that we're going too fast, but I love you with all of my heart and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I've been to your house this morning and asked your parents for their blessing to ask you for your hand in marriage. Will you marry me?"
Fleur, Molly, and Ginny gasped behind him, and he could see Ron wasn't happy, but most of his focus was on her. She had tears in her eyes and her hands over her mouth as she stared at the ring he was holding out to her. She was frozen in that position for a whole second before she was out of her chair and in his arms. "Oh, Harry! Yes! Definitely yes! I can't believe you went to my parents! Is that what you really left for this morning?"
Harry laughed and slid the ring onto her finger. "Yes. I owled Fred and George this morning asking for their help, and then I went to Gringotts, found this ring in my vault, and took the Knight Bus to yours. They were still having breakfast, and after we talked for a bit, they gave me their blessing."
Hermione smiled through her happy tears, and he heard one of the women sniffle behind him. "I love you," she said.
"Forever and always," Harry agreed.
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