Yes and much to her regret.

Grabbing Mundungus' hand as she stood up, Harry was caught off guard by the strength in the man's grip. As a result, she ended up standing up a bit too fast and stumbling forwards into Mundungus' chest.

"Heh. Careful there, bird. Might give a man ideas." snickered Mundungus. The cheeky bugger punctuated his last word by groping Harry's arse. "Getting some ideas meself with this arse of yours. Want to make some Sickles? Get you in a better outfit than these rags."

"S-Sickles?" repeated Harry, wondering why she wasn't already squirming out of Mundungus' grip while he continued to grope her in broad daylight.

Mundungus' hands stopped, much to her disappointment, and he looked at Harry with a grimace. "Guess it makes sense that a woman like you would need Galleons instead." His expression turned pleading as he continued, "Help a man out, would you? I haven't drained me balls in ages! I can't afford to go higher!"

Harry felt a familiar tingle build up in her body and her eyes widened as the Oath triggered.

[Obey men.]

"Okay." The word came unbidden from Harry's plush lips and her eyes widened as she realized what she just said.

Before she could take back what she just said, Mundungus' grip tightened on her before they both disappeared in a Crack! of Apparition. The world squeezed tightly around Harry and while she had gotten used to the sensation, it was still just as uncomfortable as it always was. A pungent smell was the first thing that greeted Harry when the dizzying experience ended and it was only an iron will that stopped her from spewing chunks all over the floor.

"Ugh..." As it were, Harry needed a moment to settle her stomach while Mundungus had blessedly let her go and had gone off...somewhere. The kitchen, perhaps, in the ratty flat that he had Apparated them both to, based on the sounds of clinking glasses.

"O'rright there, luv? Don't ye worry! Ole' Mundy got somethin' that'll settle you right quick before you get to polishin' me whistle!" called Mundungus from somewhere around the corner.

For her part, Harry was very much keen on leaving right now before she was expected to perform "her part". Eyeing the door, as Apparition was still a queasy prospect right now, Harry took a single step before that damn binding triggered once again.

'Come on! Move!' thought Harry furiously as she struggled against the binding, which felt like it was stronger. Her uncooperative body refused to take another step and so she was left fuming in place until a cheerfully whistling Mundungus came in with two glasses of what looked like Firewhisky.

"Now, while I ain't got any Galleons ta' pay ya' proper, I figured a _classy _bird like yerself deserves sumthin' special!" He held the glass to her lips while he did the same with his own and winked. "Bottom's up, luv!"

[Obey men.]

Harry swallowed the cinnamon-tinged liquor and felt the familiar afterburn of the magical drink.

"Ackgh!"

The quite literal afterburn as a gout of flame came out while coughing. Mundungus, of course, found this hilarious and laughed uproariously.

"Strong stuff, innit?!" He took another swig of his own drink and finished the rest of it. "Stuff gets stronger the older it is and that's the oldest one I got. Hooo, feelin' the effects myself now too. Real nice, eh?"

"Nice" isn't what exactly Harry would describe the current dizzying sensation she was experiencing. It also felt like the room was getting hot and she felt she needed to take off her clothes. So she did.

"...Course, may or may not have added a little something extra for ya'. Hope ya' don't mind." chuckled Mundungus darkly. "That's it bird, take it aaalll off for me. Nice and slow-like, yeah?"

[Obey men.]

"Yeeess...sirrr..." slurred Harry as she paused in kicking off her trousers and started to slide them off slowly, peeling her leg out and posing for Mundungus when he requested it.

"Wot? What are you wearin' pants for, bird? You daft or sumthin'?!" asked an incredulous Mundungus when he asked her to bend over for him. "Evanesco." Harry heard him murmur and suddenly felt her bare bottom exposed to the cool air of the flat.

Smack!

"From now on, it's knickers or nuthin', ya?" he ordered with a sharp spank to her arsecheek. "Can't believe I need ta' tell a whore how to dress, but here we are..."

[Obey men.]

"Y-Yeesssh, shhir." answered Harry submissively, finding it hard to truly struggle against the curse when it was hard for her to even focus properly.

Skwwiii~iissh~

"Ahh~nnn."

"Nice cunt, though. Definitely hafta' try it out when I get some more money." said Mundungus appreciatively as he fingered Harry's pussy.

Smack!

"Anyhow! Let's get to this! Got a sale I need ta' make comin' up and I can't be spending all my time with tarts, no matter how lovely they are." he declared after spanking Harry once more. "Right then, on your knees!"

[Obey men.]

Harry dropped to her knees...facing the wrong direction, as she had been bent over for the man groping her and obeyed the order to the letter. Mundungus seemed to find this equally hilarious and laughed again.

"Hell! Don't know if its what I gave you or you got nuthin' up top!" he crowed, ruffling Harry's hair like a dog while he walked around her, still chuckling. He fiddled with his threadbare robes and freed his very pungent-smelling cock, smacking the large girthy member on Harry's face a couple of times. "Don't worry, luv'. I'll make it easy on ya', heh."

With that said, Mundungus pinched Harry's nose shut, blessedly depriving Harry from smelling his clearly unwashed dick any longer but also depriving her of air. Harry's body instinctively took over and her mouth opened, allowing for Mundungus to swiftly insert his jaw-stretching member down her throat.

"Gakgh!"

"Ohhh, that's it whore. Keep that mouth nice and wide and Mundy will give you a niiice treat."

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

Harry's body continued to heat up as she gagged on Mundungus' cock. The taste of his dick should have been absolutely vile, but Harry's stupid brain was somehow interpreting it as an intoxicating spice that she needed more of.

"Mmm...! Ackgh! Gackgh! Ahh~mmm!" Her tongue slobbered desperately over the underside of his thrusting cock and she savoured the slighty saltiness coating her tongue.

"Fockin' hell! You're an - Agh...! - eager little tart, aren't ye?!" groaned Mundungus, grabbing fistfuls of her hair as he sped up his thrusts. "Well let ol' Mundy give-"

"GAKGH! GAKGH!"

"-what you-!"

'Yes! Yes! Do it!' begged Harry in her mind.

"-WANT!"

Mundungus pulled Harry flush against his crotch, burying her face in an untangled bush of pubic hair that completely filled up her vision. Harry felt Mundungus' cock twitch inside of her throat before feeling a warm deluge of jizz fill up her belly. It was a sensation not dissimilar to that of drinking hot cocoa but somehow more enriching and heady. Harry was completely unable to move with the grip Mundungus had on her, but she couldn't bring herself to really care, even as black spots started to dance in her vision.

'So...So good...'

Just when she felt like she was on the verge of blacking out, Mundungus dragged her head backwards and letting her finally taste the creamy remnants of semen as his cock was slowly removed from her mouth.

"God...Yer' one in a million, whore. Never had a tart so eager before!"

"Mmm...Ah~mmm..." happily hummed Harry as she licked and sucked on the cock in her mouth, trying to stop it from fully leaving.

"Say..." began Mundungus huskily, "Are ye' interested in more coin? Cuz' I know I sure am in tryin' out yer' other holes..."