Deputy's Pets
Harry helping Neville during their flying lesson has far more severe consequences, and as time goes on, he eventually has a buddy to enjoy the consequences with, although, she was the last person he expected. [Minerva McGonagall x Harry x Hermione]
[WARNING THIS CONTAINS THINGS LIKE; SEXUAL SLAVERY, MINDBREAK, UNDERAGED SEX]
This has been crossposted. The original work can be found on my A03 page, UnknownEnforcer!
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Chapter 1 - Harry
Harry Potter felt great! The sheer rush of adrenaline flowing through his body as he broke Madam Hooch's instructions about staying on the ground.
Even though he had a great excuse that would – hopefully – alleviate some of the punishment on him, by helping a fellow student get his item returned to him, and even showing up Malfoy, the absolute stuck-up blonde that reminded him way too much of Dudley – except, he wasn't fat and stupid, but he was really annoying.
However, as he turned around, he gulped lightly as he dropped the broom down on the ground, his face losing what little color it had as he quivered like a leaf as he saw Professor McGonagall, his new Head of House, and deputy of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry rapidly approaching, her entire demeanor was that of no-nonsense, which was only amplified by the fact that she was approaching him like she was a lioness on a hunt.
"HARRY POTTER!" She yelled out, much to the amusement of his classmates around him as they snickered and giggled, although, Ron did look like he wanted to speak out for him, but seeing the look on Professor McGonagall's was enough to dissuade him.
Not that he could blame him. If he was in that position, he doubted that he would've wanted that sort of expression locked onto his.
"Never - in all my time at Hogwarts-" She begun, however, as she came within a few inches, she seemed to take a deep breath, trying her best to calm herself down. She didn't want the others to be scared of her per se, but she wanted them to know that she didn't tolerate stupid behavior like that, nor going against the Professor's instructions, "-how dare you – might've broken your neck doing that." She uttered out, sending him a look that he instinctively knew meant serious trouble.
"Professor, it wasn't his fault." A nervous sounding, young voice spoke out, trying her best to have Harry in less trouble.
"Be quiet, Miss Patil." McGonagall said, shooting a look over her shoulder to the girl in question.
"Ma'am... it was Malfoy's fault, he stole Neville's Remembrall-" Harry tried to explain, but that was cut short when he let out a small yelp as he felt Professor McGonagall's hands grip his shoulder.
"That is enough, Mr. Potter." McGonagall said, "Come with me." She simply said, before she started to lead him back into the castle.
"Hah! Potter is getting into trouble~" Malfoy taunted out, pointing at him and laughing with his buddies Crabbe and Goyle.
"Shut it, Malfoy!" Ron yelled out, his cheeks burning red as he saw his friend being pulled away into the castle by a furious Professor McGonagall.
Harry didn't know where Professor McGonagall was taking him, there were so many corridors they went through, along with going down a large staircase, but eventually, Harry is lead into a small corridor that only had one door, and on the plating, he could read, ' Professor McGonagall's Office ' in large writing.
Gulping lightly as he was pulled into the room of her office, he for sure was having the worst run through his mind.
He was certain that he was going to be expelled, going to be sent away from his new home and into the awaiting arms of his terrible aunt and uncle.
That just couldn't happen!
"Please, Professor McGonagall! I was just helping Neville!" Harry started begging, using his free hand to latch onto her arm, making her look down at him, where she looked directly into his bottle-green eyes, "Please don't expel me, I'll do anything! Just... don't send me back to the Dursley's!" He cried out, tears forming at the edges of his eyes just imaging him back into that terrible place.
However, Harry simply saying that caused McGonagall to pause, making her darkest thoughts that she recently started having about Harry and Hermione, as they were just too cute, and she just needed to gobble them up or keep them forever!
"Anything, Mr. Potter?" She asked, almost wanting his clarification on that.
"Yes, Professor anything!" Harry said in a near panic, his bottle-green eyes shining with hope.
"Turn around and close your eyes and do not make a sound!" She stated, and immediately, Harry did as he was told.
Harry kept his eyes closed, and he didn't know how long it was, but as he was turned, he could hear movement, rustling, an odd thumping noise that sounded like something fell on the floor, and an odd clicking noise, almost like something was locking.
"Keep your eyes shut, Mr. Potter." McGonagall sternly said, her strong Scottish accent coming through as she looked at Harry's backside.
"They are closed, Professor!" Harry squeaked out, squinting his eyes shut even further, so much so that they actually started to hurt!
As McGonagall clicked the final few things in place, she approached Harry, gently ruffling his messy black locks, "Good boy, Harry." She said, almost praising him which Harry preened under, "You can listen to Professor's after all." She said, softly, before adding on in a much sterner tone, "Now, keep them closed until I say otherwise."
Harry mutely nodded his head. He could tell that he was being moved around the room, before he could even comprehend what was happening, however, he grew increasingly concerned when he heard something that sounded like chains, then he felt his body get colder, but he still didn't open his eyes, lest he get into more trouble.
"Alright, Mr. Potter." McGonagall said, speaking up for the first time in what must've been a few minutes, "You may open your eyes, and accept your punishment!"
Harry slowly opened his eyes, almost fearing what was to happen when he opened them, however, he his eyes flew open as his eleven-year-old brain couldn't process what he was seeing.
Professor McGonagall was no longer wearing what she had on a few minutes ago. She had on black leather heels that went all the way up past her knees, and was wearing a form fitting leather item of clothing that hugged her chest and down to her waistline, and most importantly, she had something strapped around her waist, and attached to it was a big black willy that looked like something that he saw in one of his uncle Vernon's naughty magazines!
"This is your punishment, Harry!" Professor McGonagall said, her eyes gleaming in hunger, "You are going to be my sex slave for the rest of your years at Hogwarts!" She revealed to him, although, he didn't know what sex slave meant, he knew that he might not like it, "For days, ever since I saw you arrive at the front of the castle, I've kept myself in check every time I saw you, but now, for your punishment, I am finally going to get what I want." She said, almost cackling with glee as she took in his confused expression, so she decided to simplify it for him, "You wittle~ Harry Potter, are going to be Mommy's little bitch boy!" She revealed to him, almost expecting him to shake in fear or go into total denial.
However, McGonagall did not get the reaction like she was expecting, but instead, she got the complete opposite, it looked like Harry had gained an almost... excited expression on his face as she mentioned that he was going to be Mommy's.
'Ah, I see.' She thought to herself, 'You want to have a 'Mommy', well then, allow me to become that for you.' She thought to herself once again, all too happy to become Harry's 'Mommy' his most important person in the world.
It felt so much better this way, corrupting a sweet, innocent soul into becoming her sex slave, all because he thought that being Mommy's little boy was a good thing~
Kneeling down as she could see something forming within his pants, she quickly pulled them down, showing that he was wearing tighty-whities that had a small tent formed in them.
Licking her lips, she pulled down his underwear, before she was greeted with the cutest little cock that she had ever seen!
Harry's cock was barely three inches in length, and it was about as thick as her pinky finger, 'So cute~' She thought to herself.
"Stand still with your legs spread!" She stated sternly, looking at Harry with a meaningful look, "Mommy's ready to taste her little... fuck... toy." With that McGonagall finally got her first taste of little boy cock.
And it was delicious!
Then without taking her mouth off her fuck toy's little cock, she used her wand to put some lube on her fingers and proceeded to creep up to Harry's rosebud, where she could feel him flinch at the feeling, "This might hurt a little bit but... I really don't care, baby boy, Mommy's got to get this ass ready for her cock."
After that simple statement, she shoved her middle finger up Harry's asshole.
"Ahhh!" Harry screamed at the sudden intrusion into his bum.
"Mommy is going to turn you into her little whore." She said, softly whispering that into his ear as she continued to insert her finger up his rosebud, "You'll be eating my cunt and ass for breakfast, lunch and dinner! You'll drink my piss and ask for more!" She added on, licking his cheek lightly, almost humming at the taste he had, "Maybe, just maybe, I'll put you under an invisibility cloak and have you clean my asshole during breakfast in the Great Hall!" She listed out, her eyes gleaming at all of the possibilities as she knew of the invisibility cloak that Dumbledore was going to give Harry as a gift.
As she continues to finger Harry's tight little ass and working his cock with her other hand. She then proceeds to start licking, sucking and biting on Harry's nipples and that made McGonagall moan like a two knut whore, "Mmm~ Merlin, I love how delicious my little boy tastes!" She said, before peppering his nipple with another kiss.
For Harry, he had never had anything like this happen before and he started to freak when his little willy started to get hard.
Yet, before he could even speak out, McGonagall beat him to it, "Oh~ does mommy's little slut like being used like this?" She questioned him, peering up into his eyes, yet, she didn't say anything else for a few moments, instead, she then took him and bent him over, "Oh shit I'm so wet!" She spoke out, mostly to herself more than anything, "My first-time using Harry Potter's cute little ass~" She said, before leaning down and licking at his earlobe, causing him to shiver lightly at the feeling, "Ready or not... here... comes Mommy!"
With that, McGonagall rammed her big black strap-on in Harry's tiny asshole determined to get the whole foot into him.
"Ow! Professor it hurts!" Harry yelped out, moaning in pleasure and pain – although, it was mostly pain – from this new sensation that was tearing through his body.
"I don't give a fuck!" She grunted out, gently slapping Harry across the face, creating a rather loud echoing noise in the room, "You're just here for me to use your little boy pussy!" She said, bringing her hand up to spank Harry's ass, "Oh fuck, Harry, you are so fucking tight!" She moaned out, almost feeling through the plastic phallus of how tightly his anal muscles were clenching around the large member.
As McGonagall continued to fuck her new slave boy Harry went from being in pain to actually liking what his teacher was doing to him, "Oh, Professor my willy feels funny." Harry groaned out, the feeling in his willy returning with ferocity as it continued to twitch pitifully under the rapid and deep thrusts of Professor McGonagall.
"Oh? Could it be that you are liking this?" She questioned to him, almost like she was on the edge of a laughing fit.
Harry didn't give a coherent reply, which caused Minerva to bring her hand down and spank Harry's cheeks once again, "What was that boy? I could not hear you over the sound of my own pleasure!"
"YES!" Harry yelped out, before looking out of the corner of his eyes, unknowingly shaking his ass, giving McGonagall even more pleasure, "Professor I'm loving this! Please don't stop!"
"Say it, Harry!" She said, gently ruffling his head as she had a soft smile on her face, which Harry was under the trance of almost instantly, "Say you love having my cock up your ass!"
"I love it!" Harry yelped out, "Please keep putting your big black willy in my ass Professor!" He said, fulfilling her request, before he threw his head back up as a nasty, whorish moan escaped his mouth, "I'm going to pee!"
"DO IT!" McGonagall said, knowing that Harry wasn't about to pee, but he was about to shoot his very first, weak load from having his prostate destroyed by her foot long phallus, "Shoot your little boy cum! Shoot your very first load as my slave! Do it, now!"
"Ahh~" Harry screeched out, much like a girl would as his willy fired off a few pathetic sprays of almost clear liquid that fell uselessly to the ground, even from a first glance, McGonagall knew that he was going to be a quick shot.
Unless, she trained him~
Nodding to herself as she slowly withdrew her large, black phallus from Harry's cute, gaping hole, McGonagall took off the phallus, giving it a cleaning with a simple charm, and placed it in the bottom drawer of her desk, before chucking her robes back on.
However, she prevented Harry from dressing back into his robes, or even pulling his pants on.
"I still have two hours until my next class, Harry." She said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Harry blinked in confusion, not exactly sure what Professor McGonagall – his new Mommy, was directing at him.
"I have to grade papers, and that is a long, tiring job." She said, rolling her eyes at his slowness, but she went easy on him, it was his first day, and hour on the job~, "So, get under my desk." She finished, gesturing to her desk, right before where she sat.
Harry mutely nodded his head, a small flush on his cheeks as he clenched, trying his best to keep his ass sealed shut, however, it was making these lewd squelching sounds as he moved.
Quickly getting into place under her desk, Harry peered up at her, his bottle-green eyes gazing up at his new Mommy, "What will I do Professor?" He asked softly, shifting lightly to feel more comfortable upon the stone floor.
"You work for your snack and drink of course." She said, before plopping herself down on her chair, and pushing herself in so she was resting comfortably in her chair and close enough to her desk, and also pushing Harry further underneath the table, where he could only see her beautiful, hairy snatch, and he could only smell her feminine juices.
So, under McGonagall's desk Harry learnt how to eat pussy like a good sex slave – those wore McGonagall's words, and when she had to go to the bathroom Harry learned to swallow piss like a good little toilet.
At first, he hated it, but after getting praised by McGonagall, he learnt to crave her blessing, and he was even rewarded for his great work, and that reward was to and worship the Professor's rosebud.
Later on, an hour and a half had passed, it was then that Professor McGonagall remembered why Harry got in trouble at the first place!
Pushing herself away from her desk, she called out, "Harry! Stop licking my asshole! It is clean!" She said, before quickly standing up and fixing herself up, making sure she was neat and presentable, and like she didn't just have an eleven-year-old worshipping her pussy and ass for the past hour and a bit, "Get your clothes on and follow me!" She said, she had something that she needed to be sorted!
Harry, hearing the urgency in his new Mommy's voice, quickly did as he was told, chucking on his clothing and robes once again, he waited as McGonagall fixed up his robes, face and hair with a few simple spells, before ushering him out of the office, where she quickly led him to her destination.
And that's how Harry Potter became the youngest seeker in Hogwarts history.
END CHAPTER
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