"Welcome home, Harry. Now get those robes off and come lie across my knee."
Harry was amused at Narcissa's command. He'd known this would be waiting for him when he got home from work, though he hadn't necessarily expected her to jump into it quite this quickly.
He wasn't used to giving up control and being submissive to a woman. It was something he almost never did, at least not since Astoria had earned herself that night with him beneath her and at her mercy. He hadn't really needed to go along with this when Narcissa asked for it, but after his outburst against first Astoria and then her, he could probably afford to let her give him a bit of comeuppance, at least for one night.
"Whatever you say, Lady Malfoy," he said cheekily before removing his work robes. Normally he would have changed into muggle clothing as soon as his shift was done, but since he'd known Narcissa would be waiting for him he hadn't bothered this time. He slid his boxers down his legs and got down into the required position. Narcissa ran her hand across his muscular arse.
"Now this is nice," she said. "I've had little Astoria in this position plenty of times, of course, but I've never had such a big, strong man over my knee like this." She gave him a smack on the arse that nearly made him flinch, so sudden was it. "I'm going to have fun."
Fun for Narcissa apparently was giving him a serious spanking. As she got into it Harry began to realize that this was going to be a little more than he had expected. He'd been thinking she would give him something along the lines of what Astoria did when she was in control, but Narcissa was able to manage far more raw power in her spanks than her daughter in law could. It probably helped that she'd had plenty of practice since she'd taken over Astoria's punishment.
Her bare hand was doing a decent job of spanking him as it was, but then Narcissa summoned a hairbrush into her hand.
"And how many times are you planning on spanking me with that?" he asked dubiously.
"I'm not going to set a number," she said. "I'll stop when I see you spill enough tears, and not a second before."
"That hardly seems--"
"Quiet," she snapped, and her tone was harsher than he'd been expecting. She was taking her role as the disciplinarian very seriously, that was for sure. She punctuated it with the first whack of the hairbrush, which brought a grunt from Harry. Astoria had never come close to that kind of power, not even when she'd used the paddle. She'd done her best, but Narcissa seemed far more capable of handing out a punishment someone would remember.
Briefly Harry considered putting a stop to it; it wasn't like he was obligated to do this, and she would have no chance of keeping him down if he decided he wasn't going to let her do this. He doubted Daphne would be bothered either, honestly. But he decided to hold still and let Narcissa have this opportunity to work out all of the issues that were plaguing her. She apparently needed the stress relief, he was strong enough to take it, and he probably kind of deserved it anyway.
It was still a heavy punishment though, even if Harry was capable of taking it. Narcissa wore him out with the hairbrush, spanking him harder than Astoria could have ever dared dream of. Again and again the brush smacked against his arse cheeks, and Narcissa did not lose any speed as they went along. Harry didn't complain and took it in silence, but he knew he would be feeling this one well after she was done.
"That's good enough," Narcissa said, after delivering more spanks than Harry could guess at. "Get off of my lap now and down on your knees on the floor." Harry did so, dropping to his knees, and Narcissa shook her wrist to show that the spanking had been hard enough to affect her as well. "That stings a bit, but it was worth it. Now it's time for you to put your mouth to work between my legs. If you do a good enough job of it I won't suggest to Daphne that we play around with any orgasm denial charms when she gets back. I think we both know Daphne would agree after the floo call, don't you? Not to mention how kinky she is."
Harry thought that Narcissa had a point there; Daphne would probably go along with that suggestion happily. It was up to him to convince Narcissa not to follow through on that course of action. Fortunately for him he was well equipped for that task. It had been no real surprise that Astoria had always sought to get his mouth on her when she was in any position to request anything from him during their sexual tryst, and Daphne loved having him lick her. He was quite good at it, as Narcissa well knew.
He approached his task with the same sort of focus that he always did when his head was between a woman's legs. Even without the threat of the orgasm denial charm hanging over his head to motivate him, Harry would have licked Narcissa with the same sort of devotion. He had not just a skill for cunnilingus but a passion for it. Some men viewed it as a submissive act, and certainly not the sort of thing a natural dom like him should do so readily. Harry fiercely disagreed. There was real power in running your tongue along a woman's pussy, in trying out different techniques and motions and points of emphasis until you figured out what worked best for her, and then giving it to her and listening to her scream. The last thing Harry ever felt while going down on a woman, hearing, watching and tasting her come apart and knowing he was responsible for it was submissive.
The same was true now as well. While he was down on his knees with his head between Narcissa's legs because he'd temporarily given her control and that was what she had demanded, he certainly didn't feel powerless as he ran his tongue around and against her clit in circles and listened to her moan.
"Yes, that's wonderful, Harry!" she said, arching up against his face. "Oh, yes, this is how it should be! Every time I come over here, you should drop to your knees and take care of me just like this!" That wasn't how it was going to be, and she knew that as well as he did. While this wasn't the first time he'd licked her and it wouldn't be the last, this wasn't her primary purpose here, or why Daphne had allowed their sexual relationship to continue. She was here to take some of the load off of Daphne in satisfying his lust.
At least that was her usual purpose here. For right now the roles were reversed and it was her in control, and him who was taking orders and focusing on pleasing her. It wasn't a situation he found himself in very often, but he knew what he was doing. Between his tongue dancing around and across her clit and his fingers rubbing her pussy, he got Narcissa worked up and ready to unload.
"Yes, take it, Harry! Take it!" Narcissa shouted. It was a strange thing for someone to shout given the circumstances, he felt. Maybe it would have made more sense if their roles had been reversed and he was shoving his cock down her throat. In Narcissa's case she was referring to him 'taking' it as she squirted against his face.
"Not wasting any time, I see." That was Daphne's voice. Was she really already back from her evening out with Tracey and Blaise?
"Welcome back, Daphne," Narcissa said once her moans died down and she relaxed back against the chair. "I've done my best to discipline your unruly boyfriend in your stead."
"I can see that," Daphne said. "That is one bright red arse."
Narcissa smirked down into his face. "Looks good, doesn't it?"
"Looks great," Daphne agreed. "But it's going to look even better when he comes over here and does the same thing to me that he just did to you. And I think I'll have him come over here and do that right now."
Harry needed to hear no more. He pulled away from Narcissa and turned around to face his girlfriend. Daphne was sitting on the loveseat opposite them, and she'd already stripped her clothes off and spread her legs so he could have full access. She crooked her finger at him, and he walked over and got down on his knees between her legs just as he had for Narcissa.
"You have a lot to prove, Potter," she said. "You'd better perform at your absolute best, and not just right now, but all night long. Because if you don't perform to the best of your ability with your tongue as well as your cock, I won't even think about lifting this charm off of you until morning."
Daphne picked her wand up from beside her and cast what Harry recognized as the orgasm denial charm. He narrowed his eyes at her, silently vowing to himself then and there that he would make sure she paid for that little trick later on. Narcissa's reaction was very different. She laughed hysterically as Harry got to work between Daphne's legs, and Harry didn't need to wonder at the reason behind her amusement. Her threat from earlier had been brought to life after all, and without her even needing to say a thing.
"I'm not sure why you're laughing so hard," Daphne said, looking not down at Harry but across at Narcissa. "Assuming Harry is a good boy and earns his release, it'll be up to you to take care of him once the charm has been lifted. That will have to wait until after I've been satisfied, of course."
Though Harry was already hard at work with his mouth and fingers, licking and touching Daphne just as he knew she liked, he keep one ear on the conversation as well. He was already looking forward to getting his hands on Narcissa once the charm was lifted and his little interlude as a submissive was over. But he needed to take care of Daphne first before he could reach that point, of course.
With that thought motivating him, he attacked Daphne's clit with his tongue. She moaned and threw her head back against the cushion behind her, and Harry moved one step closer to wresting control back.
--
It was usually hard for Narcissa to think about much of anything if she was up past 1 in the morning as she was right now, especially if she was being fucked and fucked hard this late in the night/early in the morning. But at the moment, as Harry kept her bent over the armrest of the couch in the sitting room and pounded into her from behind, Narcissa mentally reminded herself to make sure Daphne was under her control along with Harry the next time she managed to get herself into such a fortunate position as the one she'd held earlier that day.
The power she'd once held was a distant memory now. The orgasm denial spell had long since been lifted and Harry had been unleashed. Daphne was already fast asleep in her room, and as promised it had been left up to Narcissa to take care of the monster that had been created. Harry was an inexhaustible sexual beast at the best of times (or worst of times, depending on your point of view), but he was more worked up and energized than usual after all of the teasing the two women had put him through.
Narcissa was exhausted but Harry didn't show the slightest sign of slowing down or being generous towards her, but that was why she was here, after all. She was here to get fucked hard and let Harry work off all of the excess energy that Daphne didn't have the strength to handle, and that no one woman had the strength to handle, as far as Narcissa could tell. Now that her temporary advantage was gone she was back in her ordinary position, which was getting bent over the couch and having Harry shag her so hard that his hips smacked off of her arse.
Harry grunted and came inside of her, but Narcissa knew better than to think that he was finished with her yet. Sure enough, he didn't give her more than a second or two of rest before he dragged her out of that position and down onto her knees instead.
"Couldn't give me a moment to sit and relax?" she muttered, but Harry just snorted and smacked her across the cheek with his cock. She took the hint and held her mouth open so he could use it freely.
Harry had no interest in sitting back and letting her suck at her own pace at a time like this. Instead he formed handles out of her long blonde hair and used it to assert control over the blowjob. He didn't tug on it and pull her into a facefuck, as she'd expected at first. Instead he just used his grip on her hair to silently demand that she suck and suck hard.
His cock was still rock hard despite the hour and despite everything that they'd done already, but Narcissa knew it was her own damn fault. She'd gotten herself into this mess, and now she was receiving the consequences.
All things considered, she was pretty proud of herself. It had been quite the accomplishment to make Harry submit to her, even if only for a single night, and it had been more than worth the exhausting consequence she was facing right now.
That being said, she had to admit to herself that dominating Harry wasn't really her natural role, just as being submissive wasn't his. Giving herself up to Harry Potter, submitting to his power and letting him use her; that was how things were meant to be.
"Still at it, I see," Daphne said. Narcissa flicked her eyes in her direction and saw the younger blonde rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Well done. Once you've swallowed his cum you can go get some sleep in our bed. Honestly, I couldn't stay asleep for long. Even after everything I'm still too horny to sleep. I kept thinking about what you were getting out here, and the bed just felt so empty."
"No," Harry said, shaking his head. "I'm calling the shots again now, Daphne. Narcissa stays. And both of you can work together and make sure I get to bed at a somewhat reasonable hour."
--
Daphne Greengrass was irritated.
It had been a week since Narcissa had been allowed to have a night (or part of a night, anyway) of dominating Harry, and in that week the former Lady Malfoy had been growing a bit too comfortable in her role as far as Daphne was concerned.
There was no one thing, no major event that had gotten on Daphne's nerves. It was a series of smaller events that were building up and becoming a bigger deal when taken together. She'd teased Daphne just a bit too often when she got worn out by Harry, which was something Narcissa had a bit more resistance to since she was used so roughly and so regularly. She'd tried to assert herself as being Daphne's equal if not superior in the bedroom just a time too often, whether she was joking or not.
One day Narcissa attempted to show up at Harry's office three separate times, finally being denied by him the third time since he hadn't touched Daphne, his actual girlfriend, at all that day while she had already sucked him off once in the morning before he left and then fucked him twice in the office. Daphne hadn't been there to see it, but the story had not amused her.
Another day Narcissa had complained petulantly when Daphne, feeling more horny than usual, had taken up most of Harry's time, leaving him able to fuck Narcissa only a single time after she was done. She seemed to have forgotten the terms of their arrangement, or the priorities in Harry's life.
She'd finally addressed the problem directly and had a conversation with Narcissa about these issues that morning. The woman had seemed to take it seriously and apologized, and when Daphne pointed out that she had left her clothes strewn all over the sitting room the previous night instead of cleaning up after herself like she usually did, she had agreed that she would clean it up before leaving to go back to her place after the couple left for work. Daphne had thought she'd gotten her point across and Narcissa would take her seriously.
But she'd discovered otherwise upon flooing back to Black Manor at lunchtime to grab a few things. Narcissa's clothing was still scattered around the floor of the sitting room right where she'd left it. Daphne might have forgiven her if she'd simply been too exhausted and had gone home to sleep; she had gotten used quite thoroughly by Harry the previous night, after all. But Narcissa hadn't been in her bed sleeping off her night of hard shagging when Daphne stopped by to check on her. She hadn't been home at all. She'd had time to go out and do whatever it was she was doing today, but not to clean up her mess before she left.
Once back in her own office, she decided to get in touch with Harry via floo call.
--
Harry frowned when he heard what Daphne had to tell him. Narcissa had just visited his office not even an hour earlier and acted as if it had been taken care of. He shared Daphne's irritation.
"I'll handle it," he said, but Daphne shook her head.
"No, I'll handle it," she assured him. "This one is mine to address; I'm the one who allowed her to stay involved in your life. Besides, you have that meeting this evening to prepare for."
"If you're sure," he said, shrugging. He was more than prepared to put Narcissa in her place if necessary, but if Daphne wanted to handle it he would let her. That didn't mean he couldn't do a little something extra himself though. After the floo call ended he called Astoria into his office.
"What is it? Did you need some more notes on your meeting today?" Astoria asked. It really was impressive how professional she'd gotten; how seriously she took her job these days. Well, most of the time. She still had her moments where something got to her and brought out the inner bitch, but all in all she was far better behaved these days.
"No, it's not that. I called you in to let you know of a little incentive I'm going to give you to reward good behavior." He could see he had her attention now. "Over the next three days, any time you can go an entire day without acting poorly and earning yourself any punishment, I will ensure that Narcissa obeys anything and everything you and Pansy ask her to do."
Astoria's face lit up at that, but then she became more guarded, as if afraid this was a test and Narcissa was about to pop out and punish her for daring to smile. "Are you sure you'll be able to do that?"
"Of course," he said, nodding confidently. And he would, he had no doubt of that. He could make Narcissa obey his will very easily. "She will obey you as completely as if she were under the same vow you're under to me. Both you and Pansy will be free to dominate her."
"Are you going to put her under a vow of her own, then?" Astoria asked. He shook his head.
"No, she won't be under a vow. But if she isn't agreeable to your commands, you can tell me the next day and I'll punish her accordingly."
Astoria allowed herself to smile again, now believing that this could work out in her favor after all. "But if this is a reward for me not earning any punishment, what happens if I act out?"
Harry was ready for that question. "If you act out, your punishment will be missing out on the fun that day. In that case it will be Pansy alone in control of Narcissa, and you will just be sent home after work."
"Okay," Astoria said, nodding her head. "I'm in." Harry smiled; as if she wasn't going to accept! "Go ahead and command me to act appropriately. That way there's no chance I mess this up."
"No," he said, shooting that thought down right away. "You can do this without a command. If you can't earn it, you don't deserve it." He highly doubted she would fail. This was the perfect incentive for her. If she couldn't be on her best behavior for a few days in order to get the rare chance to dominate her mother in law, there really was no hope for her.
"Daphne and I will be sure to finish up with Narcissa by ten at night each of these days, and we won't need her again until after work the following day," he went on. "You can keep her up all night if you want to." She liked the sound of that, so he knew his next promise would go over well too. "I'll even understand if you'd like to take a lunch outside of the Ministry over the next few days. A long lunch, too, if necessary."
There was a determination in Astoria's eyes that Harry hadn't seen in quite some time; probably not since he'd started dating Daphne and ended the sexual component of her vow. That was when he knew for sure that she was not going to fail.
As she left his office and returned to her desk, Harry wrote a note to send off to Narcissa, informing her that Astoria hadn't earned any punishment so far today and wouldn't be thanks to how useful she had been around the office. This was purely to make sure that Narcissa wouldn't linger around her own place waiting for Astoria to arrive, and instead would be at Black Manor by the time Daphne got home from work. Then his girlfriend could do whatever it was she was going to do.
--
Daphne made it home thirty minutes early, but not because she'd been any less productive than usual. She'd been extra motivated to get her day to day responsibilities out of the way so she could settle the problem rising up in her personal life.
Narcissa was already waiting for her when she arrived in Black Manor. She was lounging comfortably on the couch, having changed out of her usual robes and instead wearing a thinner robe; one that might be worn after a bath, for instance.
"Relaxing after a hard day's work?" Daphne asked sarcastically. Narcissa caught the sarcasm but merely raised an eyebrow at her. "I came back at lunch and saw the little present you left on the floor. Didn't you tell me you were going to clean up after yourself before you left?"
"I did clean up," Narcissa said, waving her hand carelessly. "Besides, you have elves. That's what they're there for, Daphne."
"I don't know how the Malfoys treated their house elves, or the Black family when you were a child, but our elves are here to assist us," Daphne said. "They're not here to clean up after us when we throw our clothes off to fuck and are too lazy to clean them up." She was getting even more irritated with Narcissa now. She'd always known the woman was arrogant and haughty, but she'd largely curbed those aspects of her personality while around them in order to fulfill her subservient role in Harry's life. Or at least she had until recently.
"Message received," Narcissa said. "I apologize, Daphne. It won't happen again."
The apology did nothing to calm Daphne or improve the situation. It actually had the exact opposite result, because it was patently obvious that Narcissa didn't mean a word. She wasn't sorry; she wasn't apologizing sincerely, she didn't see what she had done wrong. She hadn't learned anything. But she was about to.
Daphne took off her work robe, folded it up and put it aside. She would take it up to her room later, without relying on the elf to clean up after her like a spoiled child. But right now she had a stuck-up woman to sort out. She sat down across from Narcissa and cleared her throat, waiting for the older woman to look into her eyes. Once she did, Daphne spoke.
"Our agreement was for you to give me a small token of good faith, in the form of your nipple piercings, and offer your sexual services in order to satisfy Harry," she began. "In exchange you would get to have as much of Harry's cock as he wanted to give you, after I was satisfied."
"Yes, and it's worked out splendidly for all three of us, hasn't it?" Narcissa said, smiling. "You get your rest, Harry gets to work off some more of that seemingly bottomless stamina, and I get the best sex of my life. I think we're all coming out wonderfully, don't you?"
"We were," Daphne agreed. "You were here to make things easier for both myself and Harry," she said. "And you did do that, and quite well at that. Until recently."
Narcissa had been smiling, but she wasn't smiling now. "And has my performance been lacking?" she asked, sounding affronted at the idea. She didn't seem to understand what the problem was. Daphne would take care of that quickly.
"It's not your performance that's the problem," Daphne corrected her. "It's your recent attitude. Ever since that one night where you dominated Harry—where he allowed you to dominate him, and I approved of it—you have become increasingly intolerable. You seem to think we're on some sort of even footing here, but you forget who actually has the power. I have the power to make it so you're no longer involved in anything. If I don't approve of you, Harry will have no problem cutting you out."
Narcissa's eyes widened and it seemed to Daphne that she was finally grasping how serious she was. But she masked it with confidence quickly enough that almost anyone else would never have noticed the split-second of panic that flashed on her face. "You need me," Narcissa insisted. "We both know you can't deal with all of Harry's urges without assistance."
"No, I can't," Daphne agreed. Narcissa allowed herself a smile, but she wouldn't be feeling relieved for very long. "But who says I need you to deal with it?" Narcissa's smile was gone quickly. "I'm sure I could just approach Pansy, or failing that, one of the other women who have been with Harry in the past and wouldn't mind a purely physical relationship with him. I'm sure there's at least one witch out there who would happily take your place. All I'd need to do is make sure they know what to expect and what not to expect, demand that they swear a vow of silence, and let them take your place. It would probably even be more convenient, since we wouldn't have to sneak around like you do."
--
Narcissa did not let it show on her face, but internally she was panicking. Daphne couldn't know exactly what her biggest fear in this situation was. If Daphne dug around there was the potential, however remote, of her finding out that her own sister was one of the women she was describing. And though it was even more remote, there was also the chance that this could lead to Astoria finding her way back into Harry's bed.
One would think Daphne would be completely opposed to that possibility, but Narcissa wasn't so sure about that. Knowing Daphne as she did, she thought it was entirely possible she was vindictive enough to love the idea of cuckolding Draco and in a sense Narcissa as well, all at once. Maybe she was wrong and Daphne would be repulsed by the idea, but that wasn't a chance she was willing to take. And aside from that, Narcissa wasn't about to give up on her own pleasure. She'd routinely humbled herself from the beginning of this, and though she could admit that she'd probably grown a little complacent and sure of herself over the last week, she would just have to make up for it by humbling herself all over again.
"I will do better," she promised.
"I already heard that, and it meant nothing," Daphne said, unimpressed.
"What can I do, then? What can I do to make up for my transgressions? Tell me," Narcissa pleased. "Tell me and I will do it."
--
Daphne smiled, sure that now Narcissa meant what she was saying. She was taking this seriously now, and she was going to fall back in line. But Daphne wasn't going to leave it at that. She wanted to make sure nothing like this happened again; she didn't want Narcissa to ever forget her place again. If she wanted to do that, she needed to give her a lesson to remember it by.
"You can start by crawling over here and begging me to give you a spanking, since you seemed to enjoy giving Harry one so much," she said. "Also, you're going to be kneeling at the bottom of the bed, or somewhere close by if we're not in the bedroom, anytime Harry and I are fucking until the end of the weekend, whenever you don't have other things to do."
"You won't speak unless spoken to," she continued. "For the last week you've seemed to get the idea that you were in some kind of relationship. We're going to clear that up and show you how wrong you were. You're just going to be used, exactly like you yourself offered to be used, whenever we're ready to involve you."
"Finally, you're going to willingly accept the orgasm denial charm," Daphne said. "It'll be on and stay on over the next three days. You'll be used, but you won't get to have a single orgasm, just as a reminder of what you're going to lose out on if you keep up your poor behavior."
Daphne expected resistance, at least a token amount. She expected Narcissa to balk and argue and negotiate, but instead the older woman merely nodded, looking resigned.
"I understand," she said. She got up off of the couch, got down on her hands and knees and crawled over to Daphne. "Spank me, please."
"I thought you'd never ask," Daphne said, smiling. She'd thought it would take more effort to get to this point, but if Narcissa was falling in line so quickly she would not question it. "Take off your robe and get on my lap."
--
Narcissa sniffled and blinked back tears as she tried to recover.
Daphne hadn't been kidding about making her pay for her arrogant behavior over the last week. She had held absolutely nothing back in her spanking. She'd given her a real thrashing, well beyond what Narcissa had been expecting, but then she hadn't performed even the slightest amount of aftercare. Even when Narcissa got particularly rough with Astoria she usually took care of her afterwards, but Daphne hadn't done a thing for her. She'd just ordered her to go and stand in the corner like a child, without even allowing her to cover up. Her poor abused arse was still on full display, not that there was anyone around to admire the view.
Harry was already home, but he hadn't so much as laid a finger on her so far today. He and Daphne had already gone upstairs and retired to their bedroom. Narcissa couldn't see anything from down here, but Daphne's orgasmic screams had left little to the imagination. There had been two loud and vocal orgasms for sure, but unless Narcissa was mistaken she believed there had been more that were muffled by a pillow, or perhaps a gag.
"Having fun down here?"
Narcissa heard Harry's voice, but she didn't turn to look at him. Daphne's instructions had been clear, and she wouldn't be breaking them. She would be facing the wall until she was told to do otherwise.
"Daphne's having a soak in the tub," he informed her. "But I'm in the mood for more. Bend over."
That was a clear enough instruction for her. She kept her hands on the wall and bent over at the waist, sticking her sore arse out towards him. Daphne had already claimed her punishment of her, and now it seemed Harry would do the same.
His hands went to her hips and he shoved his cock into her quickly. Harry was rarely gentle with her, not that she wanted him to be very often, but it seemed like he fucked her even more roughly than usual this time. His cock hit deep inside of her and his hips bounced off of her sore arse repeatedly. That stung enough, and he only added to it by smacking her bum with his hand, picking up where Daphne left off. He didn't spank her with the same determination that his girlfriend just had, but Harry's superior natural strength combined with the work Daphne had already done made sure that it was not a comfortable experience for Narcissa.
"Feeling tired?" he asked as he fucked and spanked her.
"Yes," she admitted with a groan.
"That's too bad, because your night's not going to be done when Daphne and I are through with you. When you make it home you're going to find Astoria and Pansy waiting for you."
"I thought Astoria hadn't earned any punishment today?" Narcissa managed to get out despite the rough, quick fuck.
"She didn't," Harry confirmed, and then he made her grunt with a couple of hard spanks. "You did, and the two of them are going to give it to you tonight, and the next two nights. You are going to willingly, without a single word of complaint, allow them to dominate you just as you and Pansy have been dominating Astoria."
Narcissa moaned as yet another orgasm was denied to her by the damned charm Daphne had placed on her. Harry laughed and continued to pound her.
Normally having Harry's big cock driving into her like this would have been cause for great joy from Narcissa, and it would have been well worth the pain and the exhaustion. This was different though, because there was no light at the end of the tunnel in the form of a massive climax (or multiple climaxes, as was the case most of the time when she was with Harry.) All she had to look forward to was rough sex that drained her but did not satisfy her, and when that was done she got to go home and experience more domination at the hands of Astoria and Pansy.
Harry kept thrusting and spanking and Narcissa just endured it until he finally pulled out and came across her arse. She held her position after he pulled out, waiting to see if he would want to use her again, but she could hear him step away. Taking this to mean he was done with her, she straightened up and stumbled over towards her robe.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked. "I'm not done with you yet. You still have an hour left before I'm finished with you."
Narcissa took a deep breath, exhaled and then turned back to him. "What would you like next?"
"For now you can come over here, get on your knees and get to work on sucking my cock," he said. "After that, if you do a good enough job, I'll give you some choice in what happens next. You'll be taking a buggering either way, but you can decide whether you'd rather take it in a full nelson or get bent in half on your back."
--
Day two of Narcissa's punishment wasn't proving to be any easier than the first so far. Daphne had half of her body bent over the vanity, her hands bound behind her back as she took swats across the arse with her hairbrush. Her bum was already sore of course, thanks to Daphne's spanking the previous day, but she was receiving no mercy today.
"Get your arse higher up," Daphne said. She gave her several hard swats with the brush, making Narcissa yelp. Her bum unintentionally dropped, which was the exact wrong thing to have happen. "If it drops one more time before we make it through these final ten, you're going to regret it."
Narcissa had no doubt that this was true, and she did her very best to keep up. They were near the 50 count now, and she was close to the end. She just needed to make it through the last ten while keeping her back up and not letting her arse drop.
Unfortunately it happened against a few swats later. Narcissa closed her eyes, able to imagine what she would do if it had been Astoria who failed like this and her who was holding the hairbrush in her hand. That wouldn't have been pretty, and neither would this.
Daphne sighed and put the hairbrush down on Narcissa's back. It wasn't the response she'd been expecting, but she wasn't naive enough to think nothing more was coming. She bit her lip anxiously when she heard Daphne move over to her wand.
"Time to do a little transfiguration," Daphne said, and then she cast her spell. She turned Narcissa's nipple piercings into rings. "Good. Now some conjuration." Next she created some rope that stuck to the ground. "Stand up on your toes."
No sooner was that done than Daphne inscribed two runes, one below each of Narcissa's heels. Narcissa didn't even have a chance to ask what was coming next before Daphne slid a dildo (the new Harry-sized one, in fact) onto the mirror of the vanity above her.
"Let's check the height," Daphne said. "Stand up on your tiptoes as much as you can and see if you can get it in your mouth."
Narcissa did so, noting that as she did the rope pulled painfully on her nipple piercings, which obviously had been the entire point. "Good, now hold that position." Daphne etched runes on the mirror where Narcissa's nose and chin hit. Once that was done she gave Narcissa a little pat on the bum. "You can lower back down now, at least for the moment."
Narcissa did so gratefully, and she received another temporary lift as Daphne took the hairbrush and put it away. She knew she wasn't out of this yet though; Daphne had gone through all of this trouble for a reason.
"Since you failed, I'll be giving you one hundred more swats an hour from now," she said. "But I'll be giving you a chance to lessen the count, or maybe even eliminate it entirely. For the next hour you can try to make it easier on yourself. Every time you can rise up on your toes and get that toy in your mouth, and leave your nose and chin pressed to the mirror for at least five seconds, the runes on the mirror will add a point to your tally. It'll also be cumulative, so if you can stay there and hold it for ten seconds, it goes up by two, and so forth. However, any time your heels are touching the ground for ten seconds or more, the tally goes back down. Whatever your total is at the end of the hour, that's how many spanks will be eliminated from your punishment. If you get it all the way up to one hundred you'll get no spanks at all, and I'll even remove the denial charm for the evening while Harry uses you."
Narcissa had been expecting Daphne to stay and watch the little game she'd cooked up, but the other woman headed for the door instead. "If it gets to be too much for you, or if it becomes legitimately unsafe, you can just tap any of the runes with your finger and hold it for three seconds, everything will stop and you can just take the 100 swats. Otherwise, I'll see you in an hour. Good luck."
--
Narcissa had never been so acutely aware of how slow time could pass until now, when she had to try and deepthroat something sized to be as long and as thick as Harry's cock while stretching out in such an awkward position. After what felt like at least a minute, or perhaps two, the burn in her calves, not to mention her pressing need for oxygen, forced Narcissa to pull her head back. She gasped in disbelief when she glanced at the counter and saw her tally stuck at 5. That hadn't even been half of a minute?!
Another attempt saw her pull back, having done okay with the holding down on the base of his cock but the burning of her calves was far too strong to deny. The counter was at 8, but she was in no condition to go back up for more yet.
It dropped back down to 4 before she was ready for another attempt, and Narcissa started to feel demoralized. She was going backwards, and her calves were still far from recovered. Even getting all the way up to 50 was going to be incredibly hard, and getting to 100 felt all but impossible with the way this was going.
--
"And that's an hour. Let's see how you did."
Narcissa finally allowed herself to relax as Daphne dispelled the charm, runes and ropes. The other woman looked at the counter and nodded.
"You got up to fifty, huh? Not too bad, I suppose, though nowhere close to getting that charm taken off," Daphne mused. Narcissa had given up on that long ago, and was just happy to have cut it in half. She'd gotten it up as high as sixty, but it had dropped down over the final five minutes as exhaustion set in. She had probably deepthroated the Harry-sized dildo well over two hundred times over the course of the hour, though not every single one had reached or surpassed five seconds, and obviously she'd lost lots of credit throughout any time her body overruled her mind and demanded a break.
Daphne brought the hairbrush out again, which spoiled Narcissa's mood some. Still, at least it was only fifty swats as opposed to the hundred she'd been facing an hour ago.
"50 swats incoming," Daphne said. "And they only count if you're up on your tiptoes, and your arse is high in the air, when you receive them. After we're done, Harry is waiting downstairs for you to suck his cock. But if your throat needs a rest you can take an extra 25 spanks from my hand and take it in the arse, or 50 spanks and you can bounce on his cock."
Narcissa was still thinking about that when the first swat landed on her arse suddenly, making her yelp in surprise. Fortunately she'd already assumed the position, so it counted on her total. One down, 49 to go.
"You don't need to make your choice now," Daphne said, before bringing the brush down on Narcissa's other bum cheek for the second spank. "You can wait until after you've taken your fifty and then make your decision."
--
Pansy had already headed home on the night of day three. Narcissa's three days of punishment were nearly over, but Astoria was milking every last second of control she had left.
Taking a page out of Narcissa's book and using a trick she herself had used not all that long ago, and several times since, Astoria had strapped a dildo to her mouth and was riding it, driving her hips up and down and making sure that Narcissa had a difficult time trying to breathe. The shoe was on the other foot now, and Narcissa couldn't say that she enjoyed it all that much.
It wasn't like she hadn't had it coming though, she supposed. She'd certainly taken advantage of her power over Astoria often enough, and while it wasn't quite as bad now that Astoria got to have the occasional climax amongst all of the teasing, she always had to work for them and suffer through plenty of edging, teasing and humiliation in order to get them.
"I can see why this has become one of your favorite things to do," Astoria said, taunting her as she used her.
Astoria had already found plenty of pleasure tonight, but she was determined to wring every last orgasm she could out of Narcissa before her time ran out. She humped her face and rode the toy until she finally threw her head back and howled, her body having reached one more orgasm.
Her daughter in law was breathing heavily as she slumped down against her, exhausted. Narcissa knew that the clock wasn't all that far from midnight, which would signal the official end of her punishment, but even if it had been a bit earlier she wouldn't have been too worried. It was obvious that Astoria was spent and didn't have the energy left to keep dominating her even if she'd had the time.
Astoria got up off of her face and removed the toy, nodding to show that she could get up. "That was fun, Narcissa. I can see why Harry likes keeping you around. You try to act tough and in control, but at heart you're just a submissive little bitch, aren't you?"
Narcissa grit her teeth. "I could say the same for you," she said, and then winced at the pain in her jaw and licked the inside of her dry mouth. "Don't get used to the feeling, daughter. Things will be back to normal soon, and these three days will be a distant memory."
"Speaking of that, Harry ordered me to come to him immediately if you try to do anything to get revenge for the last three days," Astoria mentioned. Narcissa frowned, wondering about the exact nature of that. "I'll see you Monday. Oh, and you'll be giving me an orgasm on Monday too, since there's no way I'm going to slip up and cause any problems now."
Narcissa stared at her in silence, discomfited by the confidence Astoria was showing. She wasn't pleased about the way the dynamics of their relationship seemed to be changing. Hopefully she could put Draco's wife back in her place before long, though it might be tricky to do so with the little order from Harry about not seeking any kind of retribution.
"I can't believe I have Daphne to thank for allowing me to get into this position, even if she has no clue," Astoria said, seemingly more talking to herself. "Maybe I can try to be somewhat civil the next time I see her. Maybe."
Narcissa could offer no meaningful reply to Astoria as she was allowed to return home. She was too exhausted, and far too horny. She felt like she was seconds away from frustrated tears at all times, such was her unfulfilled sexual desires. Now that she'd been on the receiving end of it for three days she had no clue how Astoria had gone so long with it on without losing her mind, or how she continued to persevere through it even now (though she did occasionally get satisfaction now at the end of it all.)
Just as Narcissa was about to flop down into her bed and let her exhausted body recover, her floo came to life. Harry's head appeared in the flames.
"Now that it's past midnight and your time is up, come over," he said. She didn't even get a chance to reply before he closed the connection.
She sighed. It was a struggle to make her weary body move, but she dragged herself over to and through the floo. She'd made it this far; she'd made it through three days. She could make it through whatever final twist they had in store for her.
"Come upstairs," Daphne called as she made her way through the fireplace. "We're in the master bedroom." Narcissa trudged up the stairs, ignoring the exhaustion and obeying her command. She entered Harry's room, and paused at what she saw. Daphne and Harry were both naked on the bed, though in Daphne's case she was wearing something: the Harry-sized strap on was attached. Narcissa groaned. She knew damn well that she wouldn't be using that thing on Harry, so there appeared to be only one possible reason for her to have it on.
"Welcome," Daphne said. "Come over here and start riding."
"Riding who?" Narcissa asked, resigned.
"Me. Harry will take care of himself," Daphne answered, smiling. Narcissa nodded and made her way over to the bed without question. The charm was still on and she was exhausted, but Daphne was once again reminding her of her place and stripping away whatever arrogance and presumption had started to creep in. It was working, and Daphne knew it, too; she smirked as Narcissa approached the bed and climbed on top of her.
She was sore and exhausted and all she wanted to do was sleep, but Narcissa forced herself to sink down onto the Harry-sized toy and get riding. She ignored the protests of her aching body and focused on the motions: up and down, up and down, side to side, side to side. If she broke it down into a process she could force through, or so went the idea at least. It wasn't exactly easy. It wouldn't have been easy no matter what just because of the fatigue and the frustration of not getting to orgasm in three days despite near-constant sexual stimulation. That this was no ordinary toy but instead a toy specifically designed to replicate Harry's large dick only made things more difficult and daunting for Narcissa, who did her best nevertheless.
Then it became even harder when Harry's cock, the real one that is, slid into her bum. This had obviously been a coordinated effort that the two of them planned out ahead of time, because Daphne immediately tugged her down to her chest. Narcissa jolted and moaned, now full of cock in both holes.
"Just take it," Daphne said, before thrusting her hips up and driving the toy even deeper inside of her. That set off a dizzying flurry of fucking. Harry and Daphne really were a great team, and they worked together to dominate Narcissa. She could only take it and wait for them to be finished with her.
"Harder, Harry," Daphne said. "Fuck her harder!"
Narcissa groaned; he was going quite hard enough in her arse as far as she was concerned. But he complied with his girlfriend's request, and it wasn't long before his rough thrusts were being met by Daphne's own upward pumps inside of her. Narcissa found it increasingly hard to cope with, her muscles were burning and it felt like the air was being fucked out of her, but what could she do but take it?
Daphne had been giving her little taunts throughout, little reminders of what was happening to her and why, but Narcissa could barely hear her. She was struggling to survive this. It had been tough just to make it through the end of her time with Astoria, and she'd done so largely by telling herself that it was almost over and she would be able to rest soon. Having this unexpectedly dumped on her was proving to be too much to bear.
At first she tried begging for mercy, which of course went completely ignored. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Daphne didn't ignore her; she just mocked her and kept fucking her. Eventually her pleas ceased being intelligible and just dissolved into quiet, pathetic whimpers that somewhat resembled the word 'please.' Narcissa was beaten; well and truly beaten. She'd thought she had already known her place and humbled herself so she could remain a part of this, but now she had truly hit the bottom. And Daphne wasn't going to let her forget it either.
Daphne was constantly working to try and do whatever she could to make the entire experience as intense as possible for Narcissa. She tried to nip at Narcissa's neck and kiss her lips whenever she had the opportunity to do so from the bottom. Her hands worked hard as well, focusing on Narcissa's breasts and especially her nipples in particular. Her little game with the ropes tied to her nipples would forever be etched in Narcissa's brain, and while her little tugs, pinches and twists tonight were not on the same level as that, they were still enough to get her attention. Pansy and Astoria had had some fun with her nipples tonight as well, so there was plenty to deal with all the way around.
The taunts were getting to her as well. Daphne would frequently tell her what was happening, why it was happening, how she'd gotten herself into this mess and everything she'd been through over the last three days was all her fault. Between the taunting, the nips and kisses and the tugs on her nipples, not to mention the double pounding of Daphne's Harry-sized toy in her pussy and the actual, flesh and blood Harry in her arse, Narcissa was being worn down even more. She'd been out on her feet before she even made it here; she really hadn't been in any position to deal with this. And now, between her exhaustion and the residual sexual frustration that had accumulated after three days of being worked up to climaxes that she was never allowed to actually have, Narcissa was completely overwhelmed. She was utterly at their mercy, which was nothing new. She'd been at Harry's mercy often enough before he even got involved with Daphne, and now it was the two of them together who dominated her. Narcissa had known her role, or so she'd thought, but the past few days had shown her how much more they could push her, how much harder they could make her work if they really wanted to.
"What are you now, Narcissa?" Daphne asked. She knew the state that Narcissa was in; she had to. But she was going to drive it home. Narcissa, broken by having orgasms painfully denied to her one after another, her body driven to a constant state of near-euphoria but never being allowed to reach the apex, whimpered. "You don't still think you're in any way equal to me or that I actually need you, do you?" Narcissa shook her head. She'd known from the beginning that she didn't have any real power here. Her mistake had been allowing herself to grow comfortable and complacent after the high of dominating Harry for a night, but that foolishness had been stamped out. "You're just our little slut, aren't you?"
"Yes," Narcissa gasped. A gasp was all she could manage because Daphne had reached up and wrapped a hand around her throat. She wasn't choking her, not really. She was just squeezing a little bit, but that was all she needed to do since Narcissa had been gasping and struggling to breathe to begin with.
"Do you want to come?" Daphne asked. Narcissa's eyes widened. She hadn't been expecting such an offer, and she was wary about it, afraid it could all be a trick. But the temptation was too much to overlook. She had to play along just in case the offer was genuine.
"Yes, please!" she begged. She was surprised she could manage to get out such a vocal response, but her desperation to finally have an orgasm had given her new life.
Daphne giggled. "Harry, would you be a dear and remove the charm from our needy little toy?"
"If you think she deserves it, fine," Harry said, sounding amused. Narcissa sighed as she felt the magic of the charm fade a few seconds later. Once that was done her attention immediately shifted to her budding pleasure. She'd been so close to cumming so many times over the last few days, and had been at a near-constant state of hovering just over the edge without being allowed to cross for far too long now. With the charm removed, she knew it wouldn't take long at all for her to get there.
She felt every stroke from Harry's real cock and Daphne's fake one acutely as they drove her to the same precipice she'd been at too many times to count over the last three days. The only difference was that now she was actually allowed to get there, and after a few more strokes from them, she was.
Narcissa shook and screamed inarticulately as she hit orgasm at long last. The climax that overtook her was intense, all-consuming, mindblowing. She felt it through her entire body, and even with the soreness that she knew was not going to go away just yet, she felt almost reenergized by the long overdue pleasure she was receiving.
While she still wasn't sure if it was worth the frustration that led up to it, she could almost understand why this was something Astoria still willingly subjected herself to. The buildup had been maddening beyond belief, but the payoff was immensely rewarding.
Harry and Daphne weren't far behind her, as it turned out. Daphne screwed her eyes shut and groaned her way through her climax, but Narcissa's attention was understandably more on Harry's hands squeezing her hips and his cock twitching before he came inside of her arse. She groaned, but it was not out of displeasure. He was making a mess of her, but it was a good sort of mess.
Narcissa's eyes were already drifting closed by the time Harry pulled his cock out of her arse. Surely now she would finally be allowed to rest. Daphne had proven her point one more time, and Narcissa had accepted her place wholly enough that the other woman had allowed the orgasm denial charm to be removed so she could finally get off. They were all settled into their roles now, and Narcissa was going to pass out within seconds.
Her eyes flew back open when Daphne suddenly flipped her over so she was on her back on the bed. Daphne grinned down at her. The fake cock was no longer on but she obviously was not done with her yet. Daphne was looking far too energetic for Narcissa's weary mind and body to deal with.
"You didn't think you were done yet, did you?" the elder Greengrass daughter asked, taunting her. Narcissa groaned; she very much had thought she was done, but apparently she had been mistaken. What more could Daphne possibly want from her after all of this? Whatever it was, Narcissa did not have the energy for it. No matter how she felt or what Daphne ordered her to do, her body was on the verge of total collapse.
"Rennervate!" Daphne called. The reviving spell took hold of Narcissa's body, preventing her from passing out. It didn't make her feel any more awake or energized; she was still exhausted. But she was physically conscious, which seemed to be all Daphne was really concerned with.
Daphne pulled Narcissa's legs up high off of the bed and into the air, and then bent her body in half as she sat down on her face. She started to rock her hips and grind her pussy against Narcissa's unresisting face. "Whoever cums first is going to spend the rest of the night satisfying Harry," Daphne declared.
"And how long do you expect me to keep going, exactly?" Harry asked. "We were going at it for quite awhile before she even got here. Even I have limits, you know."
"I know you do," Daphne said. "That's why I spiked your pepper-up potion with a lust potion--a mild one."
"You did, did you? And you weren't planning on telling me about this?" Harry did not sound amused, and Daphne giggled somewhat nervously.
"Sorry Harry, but needs must," she said. "As I said, Narcissa, whoever cums first has to deal with him for the rest of the night. But whoever lasts longest will get to be the priority tomorrow. They'll even get to choose when the other gets to get involved and get any pleasure, or if they even get any at all."
Narcissa wasn't really in any position to be competing with anyone right now, but it wasn't like Daphne was going to give her a choice in the matter. And neither was Harry, actually. He might not have been in on Daphne's idea to slip him a lust potion but he was being affected by the potion all t he same, and he used Narcissa to work out the lust stirred up inside of him. He slid into Narcissa's pussy and began to fuck her, and thanks to Daphne's little surprise he hadn't lost anything. Then again, he probably would have still been good to go right now without any help; Daphne had acted with the rest of the night in mind.
As if Harry's rough thrusts into her weary body weren't enough for Narcissa, Daphne got in on it as well by leaning her head down, taking Narcissa's clit into her mouth and sucking on it. Narcissa's body was weary, but she had also just gone through three straight days of being physically unable to cum. Even though she'd already had one orgasm, and one of the most intense orgasms of her life at that, her body still had loads of catching up to do. It was an unfair game, all things considered, and Narcissa was helpless to do anything but cum almost right away.
"Well that was even easier than I thought it would be," Daphne said, laughing. "Guess we know who will be getting all of the attention tomorrow, hmm?" Her body shifted as she went to straighten back up, but she yelped when Harry grabbed her by the back of the head and pushed her back down between Narcissa's legs.
"Don't be a sore winner, Daphne," he said. "The least you can do is make things as enjoyable as you can for Narcissa now that you've won and put her in her place."
--
Narcissa was slow to wake the following morning. Her body was exhausted, but for the first time in several days it lacked the pent-up sexual frustration that had finally been released last night, and then released multiple times after that.
It took her a second to realize it, but there was still a body resting against hers. She looked down the length of her body and saw a disheveled head of blonde hair. Daphne was resting her chin on Narcissa's abdomen from between her legs. She was already awake, amber eyes staring at nothing in particular, and when she realized Narcissa now was too she smiled slightly.
"Morning," Daphne said, before breaking into a loud yawn.
"Good morning," Narcissa returned. "You sound nearly as tired as I feel."
"I have Harry to thank for that. He wasn't too pleased with me for slipping him that lust potion without his knowledge. After you finally passed out he spent another few hours wearing me out."
Narcissa chuckled and shook her head. "You don't seem too upset about it," she commented.
"Of course I'm not," Daphne said, scoffing. "You know what sex with Harry is like. It's exhausting, and I'm definitely feeling it now, but that doesn't change how amazing it is in the moment, does it?"
"Certainly not," Narcissa agreed. Indeed, she had rarely been so fatigued in all her life, but it was so worth it. "As sore as I am, I'm a bit miffed Harry's not around right now to give me a little bit of morning fun."
"You and me both," Daphne admitted. "He had a meeting with Tonks this morning to go over a case he's working on, so he won't be able to take care of either one of us I'm afraid."
"Pity," Narcissa said.
"Yes." Daphne, who had never moved her head away, now moved it a little lower, so it was tantalizingly close to her crotch. "That doesn't mean we can't see to it ourselves."
"If you're offering, I'm not refusing," Narcissa said quickly.
"Well then, lay back and enjoy it," Daphne said, smiling and shifting back on her knees to get into a better position to lick her. Before she could actually begin, Narcissa spoke up.
"Would you like to also receive while you're giving?" she said. Daphne grinned.
"If you're offering, I'm not refusing," Daphne parroted. She slid her body up and kissed Narcissa, who was surprised at how slow and tender the kiss was. She was used to Daphne being rough with her, especially over the last few days, but it seemed that she was in a different frame of mind now that she had taken her punishment and been quite thoroughly humbled.
As Narcissa accepted Daphne's kiss, she had to wonder if things had just changed, and if so, to what extent.