Tonk's body had been strained like strings of a violin moments before the start of a big concert, waiting for the virtuoso's touch as she observed two people in front of her that made her experience the most mind breaking moment she had ever experienced. They gazed at her with matching smiles, eerily similar to the last thing a prey might see before a pair of wolves pounced on her, ending the journey. Yet, the undertone of danger did nothing to blunt the wave of anticipation Tonks was feeling. Fleur stood up, her magnificent figure on display, wearing nothing but a smile. She walked towards the wall, her wave of her hips waving enticing enough to make Tonks doubt her sexual orientation if it wasn't arousing presence of Harry. Her body was perfection materialized, illuminated by an internal light. For the first time in her life, Tonks felt physically inferior to another female, her internal magic acting in reflex to do a range of activities across her body, making her tits bouncier and her ass tighter.

But her attention hadn't last on Fleur uninterrupted, stolen by a set of fingers touching her back, exploring her skin impudently. Just a touch was enough to break her inhibitions, leaving her panting, present. A shiver went through her body as a pair of lips leaned towards her ear, his hot breath triggering forbidden thoughts. "What do you desire, Nymphadora?"

Her tongue fell still in her drying mouth, unable to utter a word under the assault of a deluge of fantasies, unable to spare any capacity for the task of creating words. And the view she was still observing, Fleur with her tits on the wall, her naked hips raised alluringly, wasn't exactly conducive for calming her mind. Time passed in silence, no words leaving left her mouth, her attention evenly split between Fleur's erotic dance and Harry's skillful fingers, still exploring her body. "I don't know," she managed to whisper minutes later, her face blushing like a schoolgirl that accidentally walked headmaster 'punishing' one of her teachers.

Harry chuckled. "No need to worry about that, Nymphadora," he whispered, his throaty tone the farthest thing from calming. "How about I set up something for you, and you can speak if it isn't to your taste." Feeling overwhelmed, there was nothing Tonks could do other than nodding, leaving the decision to him sounded like the best idea she had ever heard. "Perfect," Harry whispered and reached for his wand. A wave later, and Fleur was suddenly clothed. But Tonks didn't feel disappointed, as somehow, her clothing was even better than her nakedness. A crimson leather ensemble appeared over her body, wrapping her body tight, but hiding nothing. The bodice wrapped her belly tight, but it ended just below her breasts, acting as a feeble support, not that she needed any. A tube skirt, if it could be called that with its minimalist size, was wrapped around her waist, but its shortness hid nothing, her slit revealing with the slightest movement. The gloves on her hands climbed to her elbows, mirroring the heeled leather boots which reached to the middle of her thighs.

"Do you like it?" Harry asked. As it was becoming exceedingly regular, Tonks found herself scrambling for words, only to come blank. "Fleur, it seems that our guest is undecided about your clothing. Why don't you give a twirl for a better display of your beauty, so that she can come up with a comment."

Fleur smiled, put one of her foot ahead, and gave a slow turn, her hair, somehow still perfect after hours filled with rough sex, flowing like a golden river. Then, before Tonks could come up with an answer, she walked towards her, each step a dance, but this time a dance with the all the beauty and grace of a whip shearing the sky. She stopped in front of Tonks, put her hand on her cheek and leaned forward, their lips close enough for Tonks to feel the caress of her hot breath. "Don't you like my clothing, Nym," she whispered playfully.

Tonks felt breath hitch. "It's beautiful," she managed to murmur, a small miracle considering her state.

"I'm happy you like it," Harry said before looking at Fleur, followed by a nod. Once again, she walked towards the edge of the room, her face turned towards the wall, her legs and arms in an eagle spread. "Perfect," Harry murmured, and waved his wand once more. Bindings appeared out of the thin air, wrapped around four extremities of Fleur, just like what happened to Tonks before. But the similarity ended here. Instead of thin, soft silk ropes that bound her, Fleur's wrists and ankles were locked in with heavy bronze manacles connecting to equally impressive looking bronze chains, shining pretty despite their menacing presence. She felt Harry's hand over hers, pushing something between her fingers, the riding crop. "Harry?" she asked, feeling shocked by the sudden turn of events.

"I thought continuing with the theme was the most appropriate. And maybe a little payback for the earlier indignity." Before Tonks could answer, he leaned and captured her lips. Her body answered without bothering to ask for her opinion, the passion burning her soul. Tonks could feel losing herself in the process even before his hands joined the fray, sinking into her tits mercilessly, hard enough to hurt. But it only made the moment more pleasurable.

They would have ended up in another sweaty embrace, if it wasn't for Fleur, interjecting with a whiny voice, a voice that somehow came across as sexy. "Come on," she moaned. "Don't neglect me."

Harry pulled back from the kiss. Tonks opened her mouth to apologize, but Harry was faster. He swung his wand, and a wooden paddle appeared, hanging in the air without any support. Before any of them could say anything, it moved, landing on Fleur's barely covered ass with a loud thud. "Shut up, slave!"

Tonks was shocked by the sudden turn, and was about to admonish Harry about the sudden, uncalled behavior which broke a limit that shouldn't be broken, but Fleur spoke first. "Sorry, master."

"Good," Harry said and turned back to Tonks, who was looking at her with a shocked expression, both to the situation, and to the flash of pleasure she felt with Fleur's demure, respectful reply. "Play along," he mouthed to her without making much noise, then continued. "But you pushed your boundaries too much, slave," he said. "That's why your mistress is also here tonight, ready to punish you until you learn the error of your ways."

An unfamiliar stirring passed through her heart as she understood the role she was expected to play. "Yes, slave," she said, trying to sound authoritative. She had doubts about the convincingness of her words, but seeing an encouraging smile on Harry's lips was enough to make her continue. "You dared to give lip to your master, forgetting your lowly station in life. It's my job to remind you that."

"I'm sorry, mistress. Please forgive me," Fleur asked in a throaty tone that belied the meaning her words carried.

Tonks stood up. "You don't sound sorry, slave. But you will be when our session ends, on that, I promise." Tonks took a step towards her, but felt something was missing. She turned towards Harry, who just smiled at her before waving his wand once more, and Tonks found herself wrapped in a similar set of leather clothing, but in black instead of crimson. She started walking once more, each step accompanied by a loud clack. Tonks licked her lips in an attempt to reverse their drying, but excitement proved stronger.

Standing a foot behind Fleur, Tonks felt her resolve to falter, afraid that she would do something wrong. But once again, she felt encouraging the presence of Harry behind her, gently holding her wrist. "Let me help you," he whispered as he snuggled tight, his comforting presence also becoming quite distracting as his erection pressed against her back, resting comfortably between her naked cheeks. He pushed her wrist, directing the crop towards Fleur's thigh, extracting a strained moan.

Encouraged by her success, Tonks swung her crop once more, but in her excitement, she swung her crop harder than intended, and a pained yelp escaped Fleur's mouth, a dark red mark as a memory on her thigh. "Oh, Fleur. I'm sorry-" she started, only to be silenced by Harry's finger pressing against her lips.

"Disregard everything she says unless she says the safe word," he whispered into her ear, his hands lazily exploring her body even then.

Tonks nodded and turned back to Fleur, who was gasping while trying to keep it low. She swung the crop once more, this time more careful about the speed despite Harry's assurances, and another moan escaped Fleur's mouth, this time decidedly less enthusiastic. If you want fast I'll give you fast, Tonks thought and swung the crop harder, leaving a matching red bruise on Fleur's other thigh.

"Oh, mistress," Fleur cried, pain and desire mixed unrestricted. "Please have mercy on your poor servant."

Fleur's pained cry had resurrected her doubts, until another smiling nod from Harry dispelled them, accompanied by his fingers exploring her bottom. She waved the crop thrice more, adding three more burning marks on her thighs. A string of apologies and pained cries spilled from Fleur's mouth every time the crop made contact with her skin, emboldening Tonks to increase her speed even more.

Tonks was surprised to realize her own body was burning with arousal not so different from Fleur's display. Surprised, but not unsatisfied. She decided to move the process into something more intimate and threw the crop away. A noise of disappointment left Fleur's mouth. "What was that, slave," Tonks spoke in a sharp tone. "Is that a tone of criticism I'm hearing?"

"No, mistress," Fleur answered, surprise evident in her tone.

"So, you are saying that my own hearing is less trustworthy than a slave."

Tonks watched with interest as Fleur's face was alight with surprise, quickly replaced with anticipation. "I'm sorry mistress," she begged.

"You're not, not yet," Tonks said. "But you will be." With that, Tonk slapped Fleur's bottom with all of her might, a surprised yelp escaping from Fleur's mouth. Apologies spilled out of her mouth, but Tonks disregarded them as none of them was the safe word, focusing on the movements of her hand instead, raining blow after blow on Fleur's perfectly shaped ass.

She was about to continue the punishment when Harry placed his hand on her shoulder. "How about we spice up the punishment a little," he said.

"How," Tonks asked, intrigued.

"I believe you can punish her in a different manner," Harry said. Tonks quirked an eyebrow, and Harry smiled. Another wave of his hand, and Tonks suddenly found herself with a strap-on already in place around her waist. "Preparation is already complete," he added after casting another spell, this time pointing at Fleur's delectable puckered hole. "Don't worry about pacing, you can go all out."

"Nice," Tonks said, then turned her attention back to Fleur. "Did you hear that, slave. You'll finally receive a punishment you deserve," Tonks whispered, then aligned herself with Fleur's puckered hole, and pushed the dildo inside her without mercy, lodging it fully inside her ass.

"Please have mercy, mistress," Fleur begged, but her words and her tone were in complete contrast, failing completely in hiding the ecstasy she felt under Tonks' sudden assault.

"You impetuous slave," Tonks said, and pulled back momentarily before pushing once more. Her hands found Fleur's perfect globes, and her fingers sank deep in there, her fingernails marring Fleur's flesh without mercy, hard enough to leave ugly red lines. For a moment, Tonks was afraid that she had pushed too far, yet, the safe word was still distant from Fleur's lips. Tonks decided to escalate further and grabbed her nipples, twisting them harshly to earn yet another moan. She could feel exhilaration rising inside her. First time in her life, she truly understood the fascination men had with asses. If she enjoyed it that much without stimulation, the pleasure men drew must have been insane.

Then Tonks was distracted from her thoughts by a presence just behind her. "Why the deep thoughts?" Harry's voice whispered, but she wasn't able to compose an answer, distracted by a sudden feeling of intrusion in her asshole.

A gasp escaped her mouth despite her mouth. "Harry!" she tried to shout, but it left her mouth as a cry of strained pleasure instead as he pushed deep into her tunnel in a copy of her current action.

"How can I help you, Nymphadora?" Harry whispered into her ear even as he continued to plow her ass.

For a moment, Tonks considered asking him to stop, but the feeling soon subsided amongst the sudden spike of pleasure she experienced dissuaded her from it. Instead, she decided to enjoy it. Her rhythm adapted to his, and she reamed Fleur's other hole, her own being violated by Harry's in turn. He triggered a fresh wave of pleasure with his every movement, something that had been matched by Fleur if her expression was any indicator. It didn't take long before she could feel Fleur already shaking with an orgasm, while her own continued to build up. Soon, she was shuddering under the assault of a climax of similar magnitude.

Her own movements stilled as she tried to ride out the wave of pleasure that was busy invading her mind, but didn't suffer from the same problem, mercilessly assaulting her asshole. A few seconds later, however, she had realized that she had missed a very important development when she was distracted by her pleasure. Fleur was free of her shackles, and the weight of the strap-on on her waist was absent.

To make the situation even more complicated, the only reason she had ever noticed the situation was because she felt a presence probing her slit, a presence that couldn't be Harry's shaft as it was still busy ruining her puckered hole. Her eyes opened in shock, only to find herself face to face with Fleur, who was smiling at her victoriously.

Before Tonks could utter a word, in favor or against Tonks had no idea, Fleur pushed, and the artificial presence invaded her tunnel snugly. It was underwhelming to her earlier experience, the responsibility of the presence that was currently busy stretching her back door. But after all, Tonks corrected in her mind as Fleur moved pushed deeper, everything was inferior to it. Fleur's conjuration was a nice substitute.

Fleur's lips closed over hers, biting her lips painfully as they delivered their merciless assault, filling her mouth with a brass taste before moving down to her neck, leaving a deep bite mark at the sensitive spot that lied in the connection between her neck and her shoulder. A cry left her mouth, a sound that Fleur disregarded completely, her hands cupping her breasts, squeezing without the slightest sign of mercy. Still, like Fleur before, uttering the safe word was the latest thing in her mind, busy trying to fill her mind with the pleasure.

It didn't take long for another orgasm to envelop her body. But it was far from the last. That, she was absolutely sure.