Power and Control

"Come over here."

Harmony obeyed instantly and crawled over to her Master on her hands and knees and she stared up at him obediently as he reached down and fisted her hair, pulling her head upright so that she was staring him in his eyes.

His emerald orbs gleamed triumphantly as they gazed at her, and he loosened his grip a bit, pulling her closer so that her cheek was resting against the inside of his bare thigh.

It had been over two hours since she had arrived on the island and by now, all four of them were naked. She had pleasured both the women before her Master had taken her as was his right. Her knees felt sore, and so did her inflamed womanhood after being used by her Master, but there was nothing that she wanted more.

"I see you're taking to this new endeavor pretty nicely, Harmony," Harry began, stroking her cheek softly with the back of his fingers, smirking when he saw her preen under the praise. "But this is only the beginning. To truly become what I know you can be, you need to both broaden your horizons and gain the much-needed experience that will propel you to greater heights. It also goes without saying that it would please me, your Master, immensely if you embrace this side of yours that we both know lives inside you."

Harmony stared up at her Master in adoration and all she could do was nod, her eyes filled with devotion.

Narcissa and Pansy both were draped over their Lord, caressing his chest as they watched on with no little amusement. They knew their Lord had grand plans for this wretched woman and they could not wait to see those plans coming to fruition. She was someone they hated with every fiber of their beings, and to see her humbled and brought low was such a fitting tale that they couldn't be not excited about even if they tried.

"Don't just sit there like a dumbass, woman! Acknowledge your Master's words!" Cissa chided firmly, and it was as if her voice cracked like a whip as Harmony jolted, her eyes widening.

"Yes, Master… My apologies, Master…" She stammered, pausing as she recalled what she should say. "I… I agree… Pleasing you… Making you proud… It would be my honor, Master…"

"As it should be," Harry nodded. "Now stand up and take five steps back."

Curious, Harmony obeyed and got to her feet, stepping back gingerly. They could all see how inflamed her womanhood was after being taken so roughly by her Master and she was constantly quivering in place.

"She still hasn't gotten used to this," Pansy murmured, her hand automatically gravitating toward her Lord's cock. Her fingers wrapped around it, stroking gently, as Harry caressed her naked arse.

"It'd take some time, I reckon. She'd never had something quite like this inside her, sheltered princess that she was," Cissa replied.

"Quite," Harry added as he gazed at Harmony who stood in front of them, naked. Her body had quite a collection of marks that added to her depraved beauty and made her more appealing to them, but they had a job to do here.

"Your observations, Cissa?" Harry asked as the blonde gazed at the woman with critical eyes.

"Those tits need massive improvement, My Lord," she replied instantly. "They are rather… unremarkable for our purposes."

"Her entire figure could do with improvement, Master," Pansy supplied helpfully. "She looks more like a teenager just out of puberty than a woman in her twenties."

"She'd be rejected on sight if she went like this," Cissa nodded.

"Hmm…" Harry mused. "I'd hate to give her any permanent benefits though. We all know she doesn't deserve it."

"Make it conditional then," Cissa whispered against his neck. "She will keep those boons if she keeps pleasuring you. The more obedient she is to you, the better things would be for her. We all know she'd hate to lose those looks once she has them."

Harry thought about Cissa's suggestion, wondering what would be the best way to implement it.

"You know what? I think you make a great point," he replied. Turning to the blonde, he pulled her into a kiss and the woman all but melted in his embrace. With a wanton sigh, she pulled back and allowed her hand to join Pansy's around his prick, stroking him gently. Even with both their hands wrapped around him, they could not cover the entire area, and he was not even hard yet.

"You've got to give this to me tonight, My Lord," she requested with pleading eyes. "You have no idea how torturous it was to see you pound away inside this bitch while I could do nothing but watch."

"Same!" Pansy chimed in, pushing herself against her Lord, and both Harry and Narcissa glanced at her in amusement.

"Soon," Harry promised and turned back to Harmony who had been standing there, watching them converse with each other behind what could only be a privacy ward, getting more anticipatory and curious about their intentions with her now. As far as she could think, there was nothing more they could want from her.

"Harmony," Harry began, and the woman straightened, staring at him expectantly. "I want you to be honest with me here. No lies, no hesitation. Just plain, simple truth. Any problem?"

The brunette shook her head, earning a nod from Harry.

"Do you feel insecure about your looks?"

An uneasy feeling overcame her as she gazed at Harry and the expectant raised eyebrow did not help matters. Inadvertently, her eyes shifted over from Pansy to Cissa, lingering at places for a few seconds, and although it was enough of an answer, they wanted her to verbalize it. Accepting something in your own words was the first way to show that you wanted to improve, after all.

"I don't like my lack of curves, Master," she whispered, shame and humiliation coursing through her.

"Do you feel jealous of Cissa and Pansy here?"

"Yes, Master," she whispered.

Harry nodded as he regarded her.

"Tell you what? I'm willing to rectify that for you."

Harmony' head snapped up and her eyes widened as she regarded him. Harry merely stared at her and nodded.

"I'm willing you give you a fix for it. Not a permanent one, but one based on conditions," Harry continued. "It will be connected to my magic. The more you keep me happy with you, the longer you can keep this boon that I'll be giving you. And no, it won't be something as trashy as a glamor charm, although we'll be using it a bit here and there for what I've got planned for you. But that'd come later. What about it? Do you want it?"

"Yes!"

The woman was so quick to accept that it took all three of them by surprise for a moment. Harry took a moment of pause to stare at her, watching how visibly excited she looked, and he wondered how deeply this insecurity of hers had been rooted inside her. She had jumped on the chance of a solution that, although not permanent, was one in all but name only. After all, she would keep the boons for as long as she kept her Master happy, and she had all the intention to carry through. She would be damned if she let him be disappointed in her.

Amused, Harry gazed at her and nodded.

"Come over here," he instructed calmly and she stepped forward, stopping between his legs, and her eyes immediately fell on his erection being stroked by both Cissa and Pansy. "Open your legs, Harmony."

Harmony blinked and nodded, spreading her legs apart and she gasped when he leaned forward and pushed two fingers inside her throbbing womanhood. Her pussy, still red and pulsating, eagerly welcomed his digits and she shivered as a tingling, wet sensation coursed through her. Suddenly, she hissed as she started to feel the wetness sliding under her skin all over her sensitive spots, starting with her folds and traveling all over her rear, her belly and waist, her legs, her torso, her arms, and her breasts.

"Much more acceptable now," Cissa remarked with an approving nod and Harmony gazed at the blonde woman before she glanced down. Her eyes widened as she took herself in.

She had filled out in all the right spots and as she straightened, she could feel the difference in how her larger tits required more effort on her part. Wide-eyed, she stared at Harry, only to find him staring back at her with an amused look.

"I… I can't… I don't know… w-what"

"That would be enough," Harry cut her off, lifting a hand to stall her, and Harmony immediately shut up, her head bowed in reverence. "You will own this body now, and you will keep owning it as long as you keep me satisfied. I hope you know what that entails?"

"Absolutely!" Harmony nodded emphatically with her hands folded in front of her right under her bigger tits that did indeed look enticing.

As Harry took her in, he had to admit that Hermione would have been one knockout of a woman if only she had paid as much attention to her femininity as she had to her academics. Well, no matter. He was here now, and she could enjoy being a bombshell all she wanted to, as he had said, explore her sexuality all she wanted. She could be free, or rather, live out the illusion of one, while being his faithful servant. It would be a reward well deserved for her.

"Now then," Harry remarked as Harmony kept checking herself out as if she had just been given a new outfit to try on. "I will be leaving on a little trip tomorrow, and I want you to do something for me, Harmony."

Expectant and obedient, Harmony nodded and stared at her Master who gave her an approving nod.

"You will be coming with me on this trip," Harry informed, to her surprise. "There will be a few tasks I'll need you to carry out for me, and dare I say, you'd be suitable for those tasks. Especially now, looking as you do. It's the perfect chance to put your new looks to good practice, won't you say?"

A foreboding feeling coursed through her as she gazed at Harry but she knew she could not deny it. She nodded obediently and Harry gave her an approving smile.

"Good. Here, take this," he instructed and threw a pouch of galleons toward her which she clumsily caught. "Head over to wherever you fancy and get some nice clothes for this vacation. We'll be leaving right at noon so don't be late."

Harmony nodded, her eyes slightly wide as she saw how many gold coins he had given her. Her mind was already hard at work as she wondered just what kind of clothes she should buy. If she was getting the meaning of this assignment correctly, then it seemed another trip to the muggle world was imminent.

"You have begun your foray into properly exploring your sexuality, Harmony," Harry continued. "I would hate to hamper your progress. You will be diving even deeper on this trip. I hope you know what that means?"

Sleeping with more men who were not her husband. She knew exactly what that meant. Conflicting feelings rose within her but those were immediately quashed by this sudden surge of desire that erupted within her and she nodded eagerly, conveying her understanding, and Harry nodded.

"You may leave now. Be here on time tomorrow and we'll be on our way. Don't disappoint me with your choice of clothes. You hear?"

"Yes, Master," she replied, bowing low, and Harry nodded toward Pansy who gave him a pout but pulled her hand off his cock. She could not resist flicking a drop of his precum though, eagerly licking it off her fingertip as she gave him a salacious wink and stood up, walking over and wrapping an arm around Harmony' waist.

Harry and Cissa watched two pairs of ivory asses jiggling enticingly as they walked away, and before the blonde could react, she found herself hoisted in the air and on her Lord's lap.

"Mmm…" Cissa purred as she rolled her pussy lips against his hard-on, rubbing her folds over him as she caressed his chest softly, leaning forward to kiss him. Harry allowed himself to fall back, pulling the blonde with him as she draped herself all over him, pressing her large tits against his chest. Her pussy kept rolling over his prick, probing her never pushing inside, and both loved these little ministrations as they kissed sensuously.

"I could see how jealous you looked when I was giving it to her," Harry smirked as he pulled back from the kiss and stared up into her lustful orbs.

"Impatient, more like," Cissa replied, rolling her pussy atop his prick with more urgency. Her lower lips hugged his length as it kept rubbing wetly against her damp slit, and Harry knew just how aroused she was.

"You liked that? Being treated by Harmony?"

"It's a poor substitute to this," Cissa responded.

"It ain't meant to be a substitute, my dear slut," Harry chuckled. "You did like that, didn't you?"

"It's more to do with who the person was," Cissa replied honestly. "That bitch left you to fend for yourself when you needed her the most. She is the lowest of the lows in my book. There's no humiliation I won't love to befall her."

"Ooh. Vindictive today, are we?" Harry asked teasingly.

"That is why I'm fully supportive of what you're doing to her, My Lord," she continued passionately, her expressive eyes locked with his. "She deserves to be shown what a slut she is. And she deserves to be made into one. Let her know what the debauchery of fucking numerous men who are not her husband feels like."

"Oh she will," Harry whispered promisingly. "She will know exactly what it feels like. And I plan to keep playing with this flimsy morality of hers. It's child's play, you know? I just need to let up a little and her so-called rational persona does emerge, and what a feeling it is to see her when she realizes what she's doing, and how eagerly she's let herself fall."

"Nothing less than she deserves," Cissa hissed as her Lord reached behind her and aligned himself against her entrance, and she eagerly plunged herself onto his manhood, pushing his entire length inside her wet, welcoming quim with one firm slam. "Ah Harry… Mmm… I love this so much, My Lord!"

Harry reached up and caressed her soft cheek with the back of his fingers, loving how she leaned into his touch as she started to move her hips up and down, helping him move his cock in and out of her at a leisurely pace that slowly took up the rhythm until their skin were slapping erotically, sending the sound echoing in the massive cavernous room.

"Ahh yes! Ah Master! Oh… Mmm… Fuck me… Oh fuck me please!" Cissa moaned throatily, her mouth perpetually open in a silent sigh as she kept her head thrown back and rode him, her lustrous blonde hair bouncing in tandem with her large, gravity-defying tits that begged to be feasted upon, which was exactly what Harry did.

She let out a wanton sigh and a loving smile curled up on her face as she caressed the back of his hair, threading her fingers through his dark locks, relishing the feeling of his lips wrapped around her nipple and his tongue probing the hardened nub. Both his hands reached up to grab hold of her tits, squeezing and fondling gently as he alternated his mouth between the two, prodding her nipples with his tongue as he lapped and sucked away.

"Mmm… I love your cock, Master… Ohh… I love how it makes me feel…" Cissa moaned, gently rotating her hips and feeling all of his inches deep inside her. She felt him squeeze her luscious tits harder and moaned louder. "Oh I want you to keep fucking me forever… Oh my Harry… Fuck!"

"Well, you know you won't have to worry about me getting enough of you ever, Cissa," Harry chuckled as he pulled away from her tits and regarded her. "You are mine, you hear? I made you into the best version of yourself, for you and for me. Like hell will I ever have enough of you."

"Oh Master…" Cissa whispered adoringly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed herself flush against him, smashing their lips in a searing kiss. Her Master always knew what to say and when to say it. He treated her better than anyone ever had or could. She was his to do with as he pleased, but never did he abuse her. He was caring, he was attentive, and he ensured she always got as much pleasure as she wanted when he was with her. She could not ask for anything else, and yet he kept on giving. She must have accumulated a shit ton of positive karma to gain such a benevolent and respectful lord.

Her love for her Lord knew no bounds, and it always intensified her arousal when she was with him. Things were no different now either as she kept her lips mashed up against his, their tongues dancing passionately as they kissed furiously, and Cissa began to push her pussy faster and more fervently up and down her Master's cock. Their kiss was intense, the feelings coursing through her divine, and the sensation of being stuffed so wonderfully with the most magnificent dick that had ever existed made the blonde bombshell moan lustfully into her Master's mouth. She kept her eyes clamped shut, losing herself to the uncontrollable sensations of pleasure coursing through her body when she felt her Lord wrap his arms around her naked body and pull her flush against himself, smashing her large tits firmly against his hard chest.

All she could do was keep kissing her Master as he began to quickly and ruthlessly slam his massive cock up into her quivering pussy, fucking her balls deep with such ferocity and desire that Cissa felt as if her virginity was being taken once again. She could feel the ferocity of her orgasm that was imminent and her grip on his shoulders tightened to the point where she was desperately clutching onto him, relinquishing all the control to him. She trusted him beyond measure and knew he would bring her to her release imminently.

A quivering feeling rose deep in her belly and she moaned into her Lord's mouth as she shuddered, a massive orgasm washing over her. Her Lord kept her firmly clutched to himself as he drove his massive length repeatedly inside her orgasmic snatch, fucking her through her climax, uncaring of how tight she felt. Cissa's breathing was ragged with her mouth locked with his, and her nose could do only so much on their own. As a result, her heartbeat skyrocketed to the point where she could hear it pounding, and it was only then that he released her from the scorching kiss that had literally taken her breath away.

Cissa's breathless face hovered above her Master who finally slowed his thrusts down and welcomed her into a loving embrace. The blonde smiled tiredly as she burrowed herself into his arms as shudders coursed through her on repeat, her orgasm sending droves of pleasure straight through her core to every part of her body. Her breathing was erratic as she clutched onto him, and she could feel her core fluttering as his massive manhood remained pushed firmly inside her.

"You are the best Lord I could've ever asked for," she whispered against his neck, hearing him chuckle, and a smile came over her face. He truly was the best.

"Oh good! There's something left for me, after all!" An exuberant voice came from the other side of the living room and Cissa sighed. She felt herself grabbed by the waist and groaned in protest as she was pulled off her Lord and deposited on the couch to his right.

"Now, don't be greedy. You had your fun. It's my turn now," Pansy admonished softly as she turned to her Master and grinned, licking her lips excitedly as she saw the cum-covered cock that still stood hard and proud. "I knew you wouldn't forget me, Master."

Harry chuckled as Pansy leaned over and took his slick length in her mouth, rolling her tongue around and sucking him off eagerly. In no time, she had climbed on his lap and impaled herself on his hard rod, her head thrown back in pleasure as she began to bounce up and down rhythmically, her large tits flying around on her chest as she fucked herself wantonly like his slut that he was.

He would be away for a while, and he knew both the women wanted to have him as much as they could before he left. Truth be told, Harry was only too happy to oblige.

-Break-

The threesome had lost count of the number of orgasms they'd had in the nine hours or so since Harmony' departure, and it was in the early hours of the morning that they finally went to sleep. It was eleven when they woke up, and a little less than an hour later, they sat together in the massive dining hall having a light meal.

"She better not disappoint you," Cissa muttered as she flicked her wand, cutting the apples and depositing them on her Lord's plate who stared at her in amusement.

"She knows not to," Harry consoled. "Still, I have you two here to correct her, don't I?"

"Here you do," Pansy nodded. "There? No."

"I'm sure it'd all work out just fine," Harry waved his hand dismissively. Turning to Pansy, he asked, "She knows the way now?"

The brunette nodded just as there was a soft knock before they heard the approaching footsteps. It was the sound of heels clacking on the floor and Harry smirked. He already had a good feeling about this.

He saw Cissa and Pansy glance up and the looks of affirmation were hard to miss.

"Master… I've arrived."

Obedient and punctual, as predicted. Harry drummed his fingers on the table and asked her to walk over and present herself to him, hearing the familiar clacks as she approached. Once she was in his line of sight, he took a good look at her from top to bottom, scanning her as he did. With his finger, he made a circular motion and the brunette turned around, presenting her back to him.

"Push your hair to the side," Harry ordered and she followed, showing him the back of the dress. Harry nodded and told her to turn around.

She looked utterly fuckable, exactly how he wanted her to be, and the approving nod he gave her made her smile brightly at him. Harry was not sure she would've smiled so brightly even if McGonagall had told her she'd smashed Dumbledore's NEWT grades.

"Any improvements, Cissa?" Harry asked, keeping his eyes trained on Harmony who turned to the blonde.

Cissa stared her up and down critically before flicking her wand. The hair which had been done earlier unfurled and cascaded down her back and shoulder in large waves, and soon, a soft sheen appeared over it, adding to the overall appeal.

"That should cover most of it, My Lord," Cissa replied.

"Then do the final bit. Here," Harry held out a small pin, and Cissa stood up, approaching Harmony with the pin in her hand.

"W-What is that?" She asked hesitantly.

"Anyone gave you permission to ask questions, girl?" Cissa's voice cracked like a whip. "Just because you did one task fine doesn't mean you can get a big head. Know your place."

"Yes, ma'am," Harmony whispered, her head bowed, and Cissa nodded curtly as she walked behind her and pressed the pin against the side of her neck. Harmony suddenly hissed as she felt a prickling sensation against her skin but she didn't move, allowing the woman to do what she had set out to do. It was over within seconds, and Cissa took her seat beside her Lord, nodding at her handiwork.

"Efficient and effective, as always," Harry praised, and the woman grinned brightly at him.

Harmony' eyes opened blearily and Cissa quickly flicked her wand, fixing whatever blemishes had appeared on the woman's make-up after her slight modification. The brunette looked confused and Harry easily conjured a mirror for her. As she gazed ahead, her eyes bugged out.

"This will be your appearance as long as you have that pin inside you," Harry informed the woman who turned to him, shocked. "We can allow you to go out as yourself when you become more confident in your… new self, shall we say… but for now, I'm sure you wouldn't want everyone to know how depraved the prim and proper Hermione Weasley truly is, right? I mean… you know I wouldn't mind it in the slightest if the people saw your true colors but I'd rather it happened properly, you hear?"

Harmony barely heard Harry's last couple of sentences, her eyes fixated on her appearance. Her body looked as it did when she came here, but her face had transformed entirely. It was not the face of someone she knew, and no one would ever recognize her. She had no clue what kind of magic Harry had at his disposal that allowed him to cast such an intricate glamor but she knew that was not all he was capable of.

"Now, humor me for a bit, will you?" Harry remarked, and Harmony turned to him curiously. "What did your braindead husband say when he saw the new hot and sexy you?"

Harmony' lips pursed as she glanced down.

"He was already asleep by the time I got home, and he was gone when I woke up. He hasn't seen me like this yet," she replied.

"Sucks to be him. I would've thought for sure he'd get to be the first man to tap that new form of yours first. Guess he won't be the one to take this new virginity," Harry commented offhandedly. Harmony' lips pursed slightly but she said nothing.

"You told him you'd be away or…?" Pansy let her question linger in the air, prompting the other brunette to shake her head.

"I left him a letter, not that he'd care."

Harry merely chuckled as he regarded her. "One final thing. You won't be called Harmony over there, or Hermione, for that matter. The first is slutty and the second is too uncommon. You will be… let me think… Jessica. Yeah, that sounds like a fine name. Jessica, one of my personal secretaries. That clear to you?"

The newly-dubbed Jessica nodded obediently and Harry clapped his hands as he stood up. With a wave of his hand, his suit fixed itself up right away, although that did not stop Cissa from adding a few final touches to it, much to his amusement.

"Happy?" He asked once she stepped back, and the woman nodded. "Good. I'll be back in a few. Take care of the place in the meantime, and… you know? Do whatever you think best."

"Will do, My Lord," Cissa smiled as she exchanged a soft kiss with her Lord before Pansy did the same.

"I'll keep you updated with everything that goes on with the investigations and such," the woman supplied.

"I'm sure you will," Harry smirked as he let her go. Turning toward his companion for the trip, he held an arm out and she quickly composed herself before threading her arm through his, allowing him to escort her. They walked together toward the Floo, followed by Cissa and Pansy, and in no time, the pair vanished in a swirl of emerald flames.

Cissa and Pansy stared at the lingering flames for a few seconds before the latter turned to regard the older woman.

"As so it begins… the true fall from grace for Hermione Bloody Weasley," she said scathingly. "Can't say there's been any that's so well deserved. I can't wait to see her face when she comes back, or how much she changes on this trip."

"Change is inevitable, Pansy," Cissa replied as she began walking back toward the dining area, with the brunette following close behind. "And after what our Lord has in store for her, she will truly loosen up. She'd have no other choice."

"I guess. Still, I don't really know how to feel about our lord's decision though… about all those other characters," Pansy mused aloud.

"You know our Lord, Pansy," Cissa said firmly. "No man can touch what's his, and no matter how pathetic she might be, Harmony is our Lord's property now. His objective is to break her. To make her believe she's done it. It doesn't matter what degree of deception is involved."

"I guess…"

"Harmony will do everything our Lord asks her to do, Pansy, and she will love it. However, she'll never know the truth of it. Our Lord is clear on that. She will believe she's done it, and that is all that matters."

Pansy nodded as she took her seat and resumed eating, pushing the thoughts of Harmony out of her mind. That woman had her future set in stone now, and there were no two ways about it.

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