"DEAL!"

There was the sound of metallic clinking as gold exchanged hands and suddenly Harry was being hoisted up off her knees by her hair and her trousers getting pulled down.

Krsssh!

Or torn apart, if the sudden feeling of winds on her bare legs and cheeks was any indication. Harry didn't hear Borgin cast anything and the thought of the creepy old man using nothing but brute strength to tear off her clothing in his eagerness to fuck her was deeply arousing for Harry. Her excitement only heightened when she felt Frank roughly tilt her chin upwards so that she was looking at him when he spoke.

"Now then, tart. You just got yer' first client. And I always expect me girls to treat the men who buy them right. Ye' understand?"

'My...My first client. He's my client. He paid to FUCK me. I'm...I'm really a whore now...Why does that feel so strangely...exciting?!'

"I...I understand." answered Harry hesitantly only for Frank to scoff.

"Nah. I don't tink' ya' do. Otherwise I wouldn't have ta' train ya'. But that's alrigh', yer' just a woman. Ain't no one expectin' ye' to have much of a brain after all."

"Oh, I don't know about that, Frank. That other whore of yours did come up with a decent spell for pushin' into dry arseholes." commented Borgin as the head of his dick prodded at Harry's rosebud. Unlike when Uncle Vernon had fucked her ass, Harry at least had the benefit of her own saliva lubricating his dick. Borgin's cock, on the other hand, was dry as a bone and his attempts to force his way into Harry's ass brought painful tears to her eyes.

"I-It w-won't f-fit!" cried out Harry and she yelped again when Borgin brought a hand down upon her butt with a sharp crack.

Smack!

"Course it won't fit! I just said why!" spat Borgin as he spanked her again. "I take back what I said, Frank. All these birds are completely brainless."

"Like I said. Even if my other bitch claimed she made the spell, it's clear that she's just claiming credit from a proper wizard."

"Aye. [Lubricorum] is the incant, innit?"

"Aye. As you do that though, this bitch needs ta' learn her manners for a proper buggerin'."

'"In fact, why don't you spread those cheeks of yours and beg your Master to fuck your arse." chortled Vernon as he laid a proprietary hand on Harry's ass.'

'I thought Uncle Vernon was being a perverted tosser, but if even Frank is saying something similar...'

With trembling hands and before Frank could say anything, Harry reached behind herself and spread apart her buttcheeks. She looked at Borgin over her shoulder, her face partially hidden behind a curtain of luscious red locks.

"P...Please, Master Borgin," The ugly man's face lit up at the term of address. His glistening cock, just as long as Frank's but not nearly as thick, twitched with a little bit of clear fluid leaking out of the piss-slit. "Fuck me...!"

"You fuckin' whore...!" growled Borgin delightedly as he positioned his cock at the entrance to her quivering asshole and shoved it in with barely any resistance at all.

Pla~aaap!

"AH!" Harry gasped as Borgin buried himself to the root in one smooth go, with his hips making a loud clap as they impacted her jiggling buttcheeks.

Unlike the stinging pain that she had expected with her first time getting buggered, whatever Borgin had applied to his cock made it so that the only thing Harry felt was pleasure. No thought entered her mind other than the sensation of DICK and she felt just as brainless as the two women were crudely insulting all women as being. Certainly, Harry didn't even consider the fact that she was supposed to be sucking off Frank until Borgin reminded her.

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Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

"Oi! No slackin' off. You should be pleasing your employer too!" barked Borgin as he fucked her, yanking Harry's head up by her hair so that her face was pointed properly at Frank's cock.

"S'pose I was expectin' too much when she asked you to fuck her so nicely." sighed Frank, hooking a thumb into Harry's mouth and nonchalantly shoving his cock down her throat.

"GAKGH!"

"Like you said: Nothing in those heads of theirs." pointed out Borgin, causing Frank to chuckle.

"True, true. Me own fault, I s'pose. Up to men like us to show them their place."

"Too right you are."

The two men traded more misogynistic comments with each other as they fucked Harry or made some crude remark about her body like how warm her holes were. Harry doubt she would have been able to given an intelligible response that wasn't a moan. Every thrust of their cocks sent a spike of pleasure directly to Harry's brain as she was fucked. Even with a dick filling up her throat, her moans had reached a particularly high pitch that according to Frank-

"Heh! Hear that, Borgin? Sounds like we're fuckin' a pig!"

-was more akin to that of an animalistic squeal.

'They're spearing me on both ends. Like...like a pig on a spit. I'm a pig...I'm a pig...!'

Smack! Smack!

"Come on, piggy! Let's hear you squeal!" ordered Borgin.

[Obey men!]

With her Oath and this understanding of herself, when Frank temporarily removed his cock from Harry's mouth, she squealed.

"Wheee...! Buweee...!"

"F-Fockin' hell, she's actually doin' it" cackled Frank. He slapped her face with his cock a few times. "Come on then, bitch. Piggies don't just squeal, do they? Show us what else they sound like."

Harry snorted and huffed and utterly debased herself as she played the part of a pig that was only partly due to magical compliance. Her performance greatly amused the two men and more worryingly: their interest.

"Ye' any - Ahh...! - good with Human Transfiguration, Borgin?" asked Frank as he resumed facefucking Harry.

"Gakgh! Gakgh! Gakgh! Gakgh! Gakgh!"

"Not in the slightest. Have a few odds and ends in the shop, though, if yer' thinkin' what I'm thinkin'." answered Borgin. "And I'd be willin' to give 'em to you for free if you let me have a turn with your new whore afterwards."

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

"I'd have to think 'bout it, but I'd be willin' to negotiate."

"Meaning you'd want to try her cunt first after we make the changes."

"Ya' know me too well."

Harry wasn't able to keep very good track of the conversation as the eruption of their laughter coincided with another toe-curling orgasm. Something that Borgin didn't miss as he grunted and sped up his thrusts.

"F-Fuckin' pig came again! Gonna blow me load soon!"

"Same - Ngh! - here! Feel like giving my new slut some makeup?"

"Heh. Not at all."

One moment, Harry was riding the high of her orgasm, the next, she was falling onto the ground as the dicks holding her aloft were suddenly removed. The pain of hitting the ground returned some lucidity to Harry and she looked up just in time to see two big bursts of cum jet out from the tips of Frank and Borgin's cocks. Rather than try and move out of the way as she had been about to, a submissive urge borne entirely from her mind rather than the Oath compelled Harry to stay where she was and open her mouth like a-

"Good girl!"

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Frank's praise was just as good as the first splash of cum hit Harry's face. It clung to her skin and emanated a pungent aroma that nearly had her cum again on the spot. Salty globules landed on her tongue and when she swallowed, more took its place as the two men continued to pour more and more and more jizz on her face and tits. It got to the point where Harry would have had to wipe away the cum with her hands as she didn't think she would've been able to open her eyes with the sheer weight of semen caking her face.

"Ah! Ah! No movin', piggy." ordered Borgin.

[Obey men!]

"That's right. Give us time to take a picture at least." added Frank.

"You brought a camera?" asked a surprised Borgin.

Ker-chak!

"'Never leave home without it." confirmed Frank as Harry heard the shutter of a camera lens going off. "This is for mah' private collection, though. Not much point in advertisin' if ye' can't even tell what the slut looks like all painted up like this."

"...It is getting me randy again, though." admitted Borgin.

"Heh. Got more gold in ye?"