Harry's hairy, muscular form looms over the trembling teens, his rough hands gripping their delicate wrists. He pushes them to the floor, their bound bodies squirming as he runs a thick, leather belt across their bare skin. They whimper, but their eyes betray their excitement. Harry smirks, tracing the belt around their necks, pulling them close for a harsh, dominating kiss. He growls, "You're mine now, little sluts," before forcing their legs apart, ready to ravage their tight, virgin holes.