The Warden of Azkaban

Harry sighed as he put down the transcript from Daphne's 'trial'. As expected, his testimony and her willingness to cooperate had earned her a slight reprieve - her sentence had been reduced from life in Azkaban to twenty-five years.

He actually smiled at the thought...he had all that time to 'play' with his newly sworn servant. He could almost taste those luscious tits of hers...

"'arry?" came a voice from his office floo, causing him to look up. Fleur's lovely face, ringed in green flames, hovered in the fire-place. "Bill and I are ready for you're lesson, mon ami."

The newly appointed Warden nodded, standing up and sliding the Elder Wand into its sheath along his left arm. "Thank you, Fleur," he said, "I'll be there shortly."

The French Veela-Witch smiled brightly, before vanishing in a flash of flame. Harry moved over to his personal bookcase, pulling out a red leather bound book from one of its shelves.

Just as he was about to apparate from the room, his door burst open, and Tonks ran in. "Harry! Riot in the North Barracks!"

"DAMN IT!" the dark haired boy shouted. "Tonks, I'll handle this one personally! Floo the Ministry and let them know I might be sending prisoners to Saint Mungo's, and then call Fleur and Bill...tell them I'm going to be late."

Tonks nodded, watching as her young boss/friend/head of house ran out the room, dropping his book on the floor. As curious as she was to the contents of that tome, her training kept her in check as she floo'd Kingsley and Healer Rhodes at Saint Mungo's.

Once those two calls had been finished, she made her third, sticking her head in the flames as she called for Bill and Fleur Weasley.

"Hey, Bill! Fleur! Harry needs to tellAIYAIYAI!!!!!!" the pink haired witch squeaked as her eyes met...an interesting sight.

Fleur stood there, dressed in a white leather corset that left her tits completely bare, save for a golden, bar-bell like piercing through her left nipple, with a small bell hanging off the outside end. The only other things she wore were a pair of thigh high black leather boots. Nothing but a thin strip of golden hair (or was it down, given her avian-like heritage?) covered her bare pussy.

The French witch was moaning, her hands suspended in the air via a simple charm, while Bill -dressed in tight leather jeans, a tuxedo collar (bow-tie and all) and a similar piercing in his right nipple- was busy working a long, thick feather duster in and out of his wife's firm rear (feathers first).

Bill and Fleur both looked up in shock, seeing their friend's face instead of their 'pupil's'. "...Harry's going to be late?" Bill asked dumbly.

Tonks could only nod, shocked by the scene before her.

"He'el call us later, oui?" Fleur spoke up, moaning as Bill unconsciously slid the feather duster further into her ass.

"Yeah..." Tonks muttered, swallowing even though her mouth was bone dry.

Bill sighed. "You need to get back to work," he suggested, hoping to wake her from her obvious stupor.

"Yeah..." she said, slowly sliding back out of the floo, allowing the married couple to return to their 'game'.

Tonks sat there, in front of the fire for a few minutes, her mind desperately trying to make sense of what she had just seen. Logically, her mind could accept that Bill and Fleur probably played games like that - they were a young, married couple after all. As an Auror, she'd seen far more disturbing things than a man playing with his wife's ass while she was hanging from the ceiling.

It was the fact that Harry had asked her to tell them that stumped her.

Did...he HAD to have known they'd be doing that!, she thought as she pushed herself to her feet, staggering back from the floo. But if he knew...and he asked me to tell them he'd be late...what the fuck!?!.

As she backed away, her boot caught on something, sending her tumbling onto her own firm ass. "Owieeee," she moaned, looking for the offending object. She frowned as she realized that it was the book Harry had been holding. She moved to pick it up, pausing in shock as she read the title imprinted on the spine.

"Mastery - The Truth and Consequences of Being a Dominant".

Tonks instinctively opened the book, gaping in awe as she read from its pages - stories of women being dominated by men, men submitting to women, instructions on spells to sexually torture or reward people...even guides to tieing harnesses for shibari!

She was so engrossed by its contents that she never noticed the presence behind her until it spoke. "Having fun reading from my private library, Tonks?"

Even years later, Nymphadora would always say that the look in Harry's eyes as she turned to him would forever be the scariest...and sexiest...thing she'd ever seen. "Ummm...heh heh...H-harry..." she stammered.

"Later," he growled, "I just finished taking Parkinson, Davies, all three Malfoy's, and Bellatrix to solitary, as well as transfering McNair and Yaxley to the Dementor Level. I'm tired, and I want to rest. Just...go. Take the rest of the night off."

"Harry..." Tonks said.

"GO!"

The metamorphagus quickly stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

oOoOoOo

Later that evening, after putting Teddy to bed, Nymphadora sat across from her mother with a cup of tea. "Seeing them like that," the younger of the Tonks women said, staring off into space, "And reading those stories and instructions...I mean...Harry has a forceful personality, I know. But...bondage? Domination? Is that really him?"

Andromeda sighed, leaning back into her chair. "Nymmie," she said, ignoring the slight growl her daugther gave her, "Harry has always lacked one thing in his life...control. You know about Albus' manipulations, and a little about his home life. This...lifestyle...he's chosen - its all about control, while not going down the darkest path and becoming a monster like Riddle."

The (currently) blue haired girl sighed. "Its...its more than that," she said. "I...when I read that book, and I saw that look in his eyes...Morgana's skirt mum, I was so..."

"Horny," Andromeda interrupted, shocking the girl. "What? I'm not so old as to not understand such things, Nymmie." The dark haired witch stood, moving over to her book case and dispelling a charm she'd placed. She pulled a thin book from a newly visible shelf, and walked it over to her daughter. "Look at these, and you'll understand," she explained.

Nymphadora could only gape as she saw pictures of both her mother AND her father in various 'bondage' poses, the moving pictures showing the games played at the time.

One showed her mother in a pillory, her ass raised high in the air as her now deceased father Ted plowed into her from behind. Another picture showed Ted tied to a bed, Andromeda swinging a cat-o-ninetails across his chest.

There were dozens of such images, each one as erotic as the last.

"Ted and I were what people in the bondage lifestyle call 'switches'," Andromeda explained, "We liked to be in control sometimes, and to have that control taken away in others. The feeling of freedom for both is very...pleasurable."

Tonks gasped as she felt her mother slip her arm around her, her hand coming to rest on her left breast. She shuddered as the woman started to knead the fleshy mound, turning a shocked look to her. "M-mama..." she whimpered.

"Do you like this, my little Nymmie?" Andromeda asked, leaning forward to lick her daughter's ear, drawing a shiver of pleasure from the girl. "I know how you've missed Remus, and I know how long its been since you've felt sexual satisfaction. If you just give into this...then I can show you such satisfaction, and so can Harry."

Nymphadora could only nod, as her mother pulled her to her feet, bringing their lips together in a soft, sensual kiss. To her, it felt as if she was floating, riding waves of past pleasures that she'd only known with her late husband, only each was wave was more intense and more surreal than the last.

Andromeda herself barely understood what she was doing. While she too missed the touch and taste of her late husband Ted, she found that she was drawn to her daughter more intensely than any other person she had known. She needed Nymphadora - she needed her daughter, needed to be her mother...the commanding force in her life.

"Do as I say, my darling," she whispered, enjoying the subtle shift of her daughter's hair from blue to a very dark red, one far darker than the shade of their family friends, the Weasley's. "Your mother will guide you. Just...listen, and obey."

Nymphadora nodded, a feeling of smallness overcoming her senses. Her mother had always been a powerful influence in her life...but this was something far stronger.

...and if she was to be honest, she liked the feeling.

"Yes...mother," she whispered.

"Good girl," Andromeda said, "I will take care of you, my darling girl. Just listen to your mother." She stepped back, leaving her child standing there, looking small and delicate despite her training as an Auror. "Nymphadora...I want you to take your clothes off - all of them."

The girl blushed, her dark red hair almost glowing in the fire light as she slid her robe off her shoulders, before moving her hands to the buckles of her belt and pants. She slowly slid them down her hips, whimpering in arousal and embarrassment as her mother spotted the small lightning bolt shaped tattoo on her hip.

"Already marking yourself for Harry, Nymmie?" Andromeda chuckled. "So impetuous."

"Mama!" the girl replied, ducking her head. "Please...don't...don't make fun of me."

"I would never hurt you, darling," Andromeda said, "I'm your mother, and I love you. You know I'd do anything for you."

"Yes," the metamorphagus replied, continuing to disrobe as she pulled her 'Weird Sister's' T-Shirt off before unhooking her bra.

"Turn around before you take your panties off, Nymmie," Andromeda said, "And keep your legs straight."

The girl nodded, turning around and bending over as she slid her red panties off, keeping her legs straight and giving her mother a splendid view of her ass.

Andromeda simply vanished her own clothes as she moved behind Nymphadora, running her hands over the soft flesh of her daughters rear. "How does it feel, Nymmie?" she asked, "Knowing that you're not in control - that your choices are in the hands of another, yet knowing that person will always care for you?"

The naked auror could only sigh. "Its...it feels wonderful, mother," she said, "I...I feel so...safe." She chuckled. "And I'm so randy I could hump our rocking chair!"

"Well, that 'cums' later," her mother joked, drawing a groan from her daughter. "Now...I'm going to spank you, Nymmie. No matter what, I want you to stay as you are - bent over and legs straight. Just feel the sensations as I slap this wonderful ass of yours." The older woman smirked. "I'd say you take after Cissy in this regard, my darling. She also has a magnificent arse."

"Mama!" the girl shivered.

"Now," Andromeda said, raising her hand up, "Just feel."

And the hand came crashing down...

oOoOoOo

When she came too, Nymphadora looked up to see her mother sleeping next to her, a contented smile on her face. Her own body tingled as she recalled the games they'd played through the night.

Goddess, I think I came twice when she was just spanking me, the younger woman thought, And its my mother, by Hecate's cunt! Yet, it...it felt so...so right! What does this all mean?

She felt her mother stir, feeling her shift beneath the thin sheet covering them. Her eyes widened and she let out a surprised (but pleased) moan as one of her mother's legs pressed up against her bare sex. "Mama...I'm still so sensitive," she moaned.

Andromeda smiled as she opened her eyes. "Good," she said, "That makes it all the more fun to play with you, darling." The dark haired Tonks' face set in a serious form after that. "Now, Nymmie...what are you going to do?"

"Wha...?" the girl asked.

"As much as I love you, and you love me, we can't do this all the time," her mother replied, "Teddy is to young to understand, but he'll grow up fast. And as much as I like being in charge of you...I need to be commanded sometimes too."

Nymphadora nodded, understanding what her mother was saying. "I need to talk to him," she said, "But...will it be just for me? Or should I...offer for you too?"

Andromeda smiled. "If he's anything like James...feel free," she said, "Lily and I used to joke about sharing him...of all the Marauders, he was the best at charming the girls."

Nymphadora laughed.

oOoOoOo

Harry looked at the girl in shock. "You want to WHAT!?!" he exclaimed.

Tonks nodded. "I want you to dominate me," she said, "I'll do anything you want me to do - I'll dance naked, I'll suck your cock, I'll let you torture me till I beg you to ream my ass so hard it'll feel like I'm blowing you in reverse." She dropped her robes, allowing Harry to see her naked body beneath. "My mother and I both want this, Harry...and I know that you need this. You need the control...and we want to give it up." She knelt down, leaning back and giving him a clear view of her pussy and the lightning tattoo on her hip. "Take it from us Harry. Take it from me."

Harry frowned. "This is big, Tonks," he said, "I've only been learning to be a dom from Bill and Fleur for a few months now. I still don't know everything."

"Then train us in what you do know," she replied, "Call my mother in. Teddy's staying with the Weasley's today. She's all alone, and I know she's waiting."

Harry stood, moving to the fire place and tossing some floo powder in. "Andromeda Tonks!" he called.

A few seconds later, the darkly attractive mother's head appeared. "I've been expecting the call Harry," she said, "Has Nymmie told you what we're both offering?"

Harry nodded. "If you're serious...then come here. I'll key the floo to you," he replied, "And...come naked. If you've done this before, then you can help me. I'm still just a novice dom."

Andromeda smiled. "Good thing I didn't dress today," she said, "Can I ask a boon, my lord?"

Harry shivered a little bit. "Don't call me 'lord'," he said, "...call me Warden." At her nod, he continued. "What's the boon?"

"I want her ass first," she said, "I'll give you mine in exchange."

Harry frowned. "It was mine from the beginning, but I'll let your...impudence slide...my pet Andy," he growled.

Andromeda seemed to shiver in delight at his dark tone. "Yes, Warden," she replied.

"I'm keying the floo now," he said, "Bring a leather belt with you. You both need a good thrashing anyway."

The two women could only moan in anticipated delight.