The Warden of Azkaban

Hermione sighed as the hands on her back eased the tensions away. The hands slowly played across the muscles of her neck and shoulders, all but turning her into a puddle of goo.

"You...are...entirely too good at that, Daphne," she moaned, causing the dark haired girl to chuckle as she slid her hands down to the Lt. Warden's rear to goose her, drawing a squeal of pleasure from Hermione and a laugh from the man sitting next to her.

Hermione and Daphne were both completely nude, the bushy haired witch lying face down on Harry's desk, her body glowing in the dim light from the oils the chief trustee was massaging her with. The Slytherin girl's dark hair was tied back, leaving the new tattoo on her neck visible for all to see - a stylized lightning bolt in vivid green.

Harry smiled at the image - he'd come to truly enjoy the submission that Daphne offered him every day.

And the girl's cracking arse was fine too.

"Would you like me to massage your front now, Mistress?" Daphne asked, "According to what I've read, this new product from 3-W's 'Adult Line' has very pleasant effects when...licked...off a girl's nipples."

Harry felt himself harden even more at the image THAT statement provided. "I could just order you to let her do it, Hermione love," he said.

"I'm tempted to make you, Warden Potter, sir," Hermione replied, gazing at him with eyes full of mischief. "If only because I know you'd spank me later for it...and then you'd spank Daphne too just to keep things even."

Daphne blushed at the idea. "Matching bums?" she joked.

"Every man wants a set," Harry replied, "I'm just fortunate enough to have a bigger than normal collec..."

"Warden Potter sir!" A voice boomed, penetrating the jovial atmosphere and causing all three occupants to scowl.

Harry stood, walking over to his personal floo and tapping on one of the bricks. "Yes, Susan?" he asked, the red-headed Hufflepuff guard's head appearing in the fire.

"It's Edgecomb again, sir," she said, "The dumb bint was caught with a shank...she was planning on sticking Hermione tomorrow - she was on the list for hall mopping duty.

Harry growled, causing all three girls to flinch. "Chang?" he asked.

"Girl didn't know a thing about it, Susan replied, "Questioned her in Chamber 912 once we caught wind of the rumor. Girl sang under Tonk's charmed cat-o-ninetails...you know, the one where each individual lash brings a different sensation?"

Harry nodded. "She should have paid better attention to her cellmate though," he replied. "Solitary in Chamber 999 for a week, and no clothes for the rest of the year. I warned her about that last month. Her trustee status is suspended for the rest of her time as well."

Susan nodded. "And Edgecomb?

Harry scowled. "Hermione and I will deal with her ourselves," he said, turning to the two naked girls, smirking at the angry gleam in both of their eyes. "Daphne will help. What do you want to do with her, Hermione?"

The Lt. Warden smiled. "I think that new room we had Bill and Fleur make is ready to be broken in," she replied. "We'll take her to Chamber 1001."

Harry and Daphne both shuddered. "You are evil," the dark haired girl muttered.

"And you're getting spanked with the sharkskin paddle after we're done," Hermione replied.

"Yes, Mistress."

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When Marietta came too, she could only whimper at her situation.

She was naked as usual -she'd lost the right to wear clothing almost as soon as she'd arrived, her arrogance costing her during her 'entrance interview' with Granger-, and she was hovering in mid air, almost as if she was lying on a mattress. Her arms magically bound above her head, and her legs were spread shoulder width.

Looks like Bones and Jones shaved me too, the blond girl thought, noticing the lack of hair over her pink mound.

"Y'know, I just don't get you, Edgecomb," a familiar, hated voice, came, causing her to bend her head back to see Granger standing there, holding a riding crop in her hand.

She was naked as a jay bird too.

"I know you're intelligent," she said, "You graduated from Hogwarts ranked at 7th in your year. You were sponsored for a mastery in charms, with an emphasis on enchantments. You could have had it all..."

"Then you joined Voldie's little group," the Warden's voice came, causing Marietta to look towards her feet. He was also buck naked, and despite the number of times she'd seen his manhood, she still swooned. "Your mother I could understand...hell, she and Um-Bitch were bosom buddies..."

"Harry, please don't say 'bosom' and that toad's name in the same sentence!" Hermione groaned, gagging at the thought.

"Sorry," he replied. "You sold us out to Umbridge, but I knew you were contrite after your memories were unlocked. Then, out of nowhere, you join with Riddle, and when he lost, you wound up here in mine and Hermione's...tender care."

"We've given you plenty of chances to live a moderately decent life," Hermione said, walking up and pinching the girl's left nipple, twisting it and causing her to sob in pain. She quickly swung the riding crop down, landing right on the poor blond's clit and drawing a scream that echoed throughout the chamber.

"I'M SORRY!" she sobbed, even as Harry moved forward and shoved a dildo into her ass, causing her to whimper. "PLEASE! I'LL BEHAVE!"

"You promised that last time, and the time before that," Daphne said, walking forward and shoving a ball gag into the blond girl's mouth. "Everytime you screw up, it looked bad on Chang, which made it look bad on the rest of us trustees. No more, Edgecomb."

"This is a special chamber," Harry said, "It's a rather...diabolica creation of Fleur and Bill Weasley's. It takes the effects of Chamber 999, combines them with pensive memories of times you've been in chamber 912 under Tonks, Hermione, and myself, and a similar effect that Timeturners produce. This is Chamber 1001, and you're its first guest."

Marietta whimpered as she realized the true horrors that this room could produce.

"You're going to be in here for three days," Hermione said, shoving a vibrator into Marietta's pussy as Daphne attached clamps to her nipples and clit. "But to you...it'll seem like three years. When you come out, you'll be the most docile and co-opperative prisoner in all of Azkaban."

Harry smirked. "I'm looking forward to testing that docility out when you've recovered," he said, "Tonks said she came up with an interesting game for you and Cho to play. It should be one hell of a show."

He reached out, cupping one of Marietta's soft tits and giving it a good squeeze. "Enjoy the ride, Edgecomb...and remember, no one likes a sneak."

The trio left the room. They paused for a few seconds, as the first muffled cries started to filter through the wood, before they activated the silencing ward on the door.

Daphne shuddered. "Time-Turner charms, Pensive charms, and sensory over-load charms?" she asked, "Who the hell thought up THAT monstrous combination!?!"

"Fleur, believe it or not," Harry said, "She's a big fan of muggle cartoons called 'anime', and she said the ideas based off of something called 'Tsukiyomi' from some show called 'Narudo', or something."

Daphne shuddered again, even as Hermioned reached down to cup her taut ass. "I know muggle cartoons can't hurt...but that is one sadistic idea," she muttered, moaning as she felt Hermione's finger rub along her back door.

"Why do you think Fleur's a dominatrix?" Harry asked. "She loves that kind of stuff. Bill certainly doesn't mind - the fun they have with Bellatrix is proof of that." He reached out, cupping the dark haired girl's mound. "Now, I believe Hermione said something about you being owed a paddling?"

"With the sharkskin paddle," his lieutenant replied.

Daphne moaned.