STORY 2: Rogue Auror Harry Potter and his backed-up bitchy boss Amelia 'Amy' Bones.
"Who the fuck?!" the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement cursed, her wand dropping into her hand. Someone had simply sliced through her various wards like they were a first year's charms and then knocked the doors of her office wide open.
"Afternoon Amelia." Harry greeted her cheerily, a flick of that odd wand of his sending her piercing curse spiralling into the wall.
"What do you want Potter." Amelia asked through gritted teeth, quite proud of having restrained herself from growling at the department's loose cannon as the wand in his hand simply faded to nothing, and he shrugged his scarred basilisk-hide greatcoat off and dumped it over her favourite armchair.
"You Amy. Later at least." he shrugged. "How's the Wizengamot?"
"A vocal minority on the militant purist side want you strung up, along with your little posse. Another vocal minority on the militant 'light' side really rather hope you'd make a messy example of their counterparts. The rest just want to you to be stopped so they don't get caught in the crossfire."
"Can't please everybody." Harry shrugged again.
"You could try to not have three quarters of our magical parliament actively wanting you brought down." hissed Amelia. "How you got that idiot Weasley a seat I don't know, but every time you get mentioned, he files a motion to make 'Slytherin' a proscribed organisation! Perhaps trying to please more people would help."
She realised her mistake a moment later as a wicked smirk appeared on his face, and he crossed the office in a couple of paces. Backing up, Amelia found herself pressed against the wall, her rogue auror, lean and hard, with a degree of ruggedness, looming over her.
"Mmm... perhaps I will. Beginning here and now." he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling and her neck.
Amelia felt his hands come to rest on her hips, arousal filling her body as he pressed her against the wall. Then, his hand began wandering up her black witch's robe and burgundy cloak of office.
"Amy, these robes are a crime against humanity!" Harry exclaimed, making fast work of the clasp of her cloak, the velvet garment pooling on the floor.
Unabashed, he examined her figure closely, paying particular attention to her spectacular chest, hidden beneath an overly conservative robe of woollen broadcloth. Amelia did nothing to stop him, her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breathing.
Then she was pressed chest to chest with him. Harry met her kiss with almost vicious ardour, his hand in her auburn pixie-cut holding Amelia in place as he ravaged her mouth, tongue twisting around hers, lips mashed together. When they broke apart, strings of saliva connecting them
The most politically powerful witch in Britain whimpered at the loss of his presence as he stepped back. Then she was struck by the realisation of exactly what his other hand had been doing as they snogged like teenagers. The neatly tied bow at the nape of her neck, which held the back of her robe closed, suddenly was no longer tied. Under the weight of the broadcloth and the pressure of her breasts, her robe joined her cloak in a heap on the floor, leaving her in nothing more than her high-heeled dragonhide boots.
"Wait!" Amelia breathed her first word since Harry had made his advance on her, desperately trying to cover her nakedness.
"No Amy, you don't get to stop now." Harry chuckled, then took her hands and in a couple of movements, twisted her hands behind her back and then with a loud metallic click, had one wrist restrained, then he pushed her other arm into the mouth of the cuff and flipped it closed, tightening both sides until they firmly clasped her wrists across each other.
"Fuck... I didn't realise Auror-grade cuffs came leather lined." Amelia breathed, testing them. Her arms were crossed perpendicular to each other, with the result that her back was arched, her thick ass jutting out and her 34G tits standing to attention.
"They don't. I had these specially modified with you in mind." Harry's low voice sent her shuddering from her neck to her exposed, dripping cunt.
He spun Amelia around, pushing her back until the backs of her thighs hit her desk. Harry swiped his hand, everything clearing off the desk and neatly stacking itself in the corner. Then, pressing between her breasts, Harry forced her to first sit on the top, then to lie back, her head hanging over the far edge.
Harry divested himself of his clothes with great rapidity and then came around the desk. Amelia gasped as his cock came into view. In an abstract sense, she had her suspicions about his coterie of witches, but to have the reason confirmed was... breathtaking.
Literally.
Her lips parted around his cock, tongue playing along the top of his shaft. The sense of potent magic, masculine musk and a faint smell of gunpowder filled Amelia's senses as Harry took hold of her, one hand playing with her tits, the other on her throat.
Thrusting forwards, he had a straight shot down her clenching throat. Amelia was hot and slick around him as his shaft bulged her neck under his hand, gagging uselessly on the length of meat buried in her. His testicles, weighty and bulging came to rest on her face.
Harry pulled back till nothing more than the head of his spit-coated cock remained in her mouth before beginning to properly throatfuck her. Amelia choked as his cock breached the back of her mouth, then, with his balls against her nose, used her oversensitive tits as leverage to thrust his cock back and forth. No respite was offered, his shaft never leaving her throat, instead pulling back until she was choking on his head alone before burying his full length to the hilt in her mouth and throat.
"Fuck Amy. Gods, I've wanted to fuck your throat like you deserve every time you've chewed me out." Harry groaned, slowing to enjoy the sensation of his cock being deepthroated. "I decided today I was going to take what I wanted and turn you into my personal cocksleeve."
The witch whose throat he was drilling could do no more than choke and whine as Harry's vulgar words were put to use, her throat bulging around the hard cock being stuffed down her throat. The ruthless facefuck filled the office with the wet sound of Lady Amelia Bones, Director of the DMLE, having her throat stretched out and reshaped as the perfect cocksleeve for the shaft she was being force fed.
Harry didn't even bother warning her, burying his cock to the hilt in Amelia, suffocating her with his throbbing shaft and churning balls as he came.
His balls unleashed a torrent of thick cum down her throat, hot and sticky. Pulsing with every spurt, he coated the lining of her esophagus with jizz and pumped her stomach full of cum, enough to get her pregnant half-a-dozen times over. At great length, Harry drew back, Amelia's throat clasping his cock, trying to keep him from extricating his length. Braced against her, he jerked his hips back in time to pump a last spurt of cum right into her tonsils, filling her mouth with the salty taste of a wizard's thick fertile cum.
Amelia coughed as she was able to breathe for the first time in what felt like an eternity. She muttered a curse, her voice nothing more than a rasp from the abuse her throat had suffered. She was barely aware of being flipped over onto her front, breasts pressed against the top of her desk.
Finally she came back to reality when a stinging slap rang out, a blaze of pain and masochistic pleasure radiating from her reddening ass cheek.
"That was for being such an uptight bitch."
SMACK!
"And that was for being such a submissive cockwhore."
Amelia raised her head to object to the charges laid against each reddened ass cheek when she felt a long, thick, and most importantly, hard shaft sandwiched between her buttocks. Harry hotdogged her ass with a couple of thrusts before swiping his head against her slit.
"Noooo... you can't. I'm not on the potion. You'll get me pregnant." Amelia had no doubt of that from the warm bellyfull of thick jizz he'd fed her.
"Really..." she could practically hear his grin. "I think we'll leave that bit of fun 'til later Amy. For now though..."
A flash of magic and suddenly Amelia felt her tight asshole become slick and oily. Then Harry's hands spread her cheeks, his cockhead set at her hole.
"There is a variant of that spell that relaxes and stretches a girl's asshole." he informed her. "But you're a whore, a slutty MILF who's about take a cock up her ass that she's soaked in spit and made sure can last longer to give her the ass fuck of her life. I think you can take it."
Her tight little butthole tried to clench in vain as Harry bore all his weight down on her anal muscles. Her ring spread around his cockhead then locked tight on his shaft. Unrelenting, he forced inch after inch of thick cockmeat into the perhaps the hottest, tightest holes he'd ever had the pleasure of ruining.
And ruin he did. The moment his hips touched her reddened ass, he pulled back every last inch of his shaft before impaling Amelia's sweet asshole with the full length of his cock. She felt every vein and every ridge of the throbbing meat buried in her obscenely stretched anus.
Harry fucked her ass hard, sheathing himself in her bum with every stroke of his cock, buttfucking her with all his lust-driven strength. Amelia, cuffed and still recovering from choking down a cock and a bellyfull of cum could do no more than yelp and whine, her ass spread wide as she was buggered hard on her own desk.
Relentlessly for near half-an-hour her ass was invaded, the thick shaft pounding into her without pause. The filthy soundtrack to her anal defilement filled the office, the slap of his hips against her ass, the occasional ringing crack as he spanked her ass red again, but as all things do, it could not last forever. Harry could feel his orgasm growing closer, and Amelia had been cumming non-stop for about fifteen minutes.
"You Bones sluts are born to take cock. You fucking whores love being used as cocksleeves." Harry snarled, grabbing the middle of the cuffs and hauling her upright. "Fuck Amy, next time I'm bringing sweet slutty Susie in and while I'm reaming her tight little bum, you can clean her ass off my dick and bury that tongue of yours in your niece's cockhungry twat."
"Yes! Please! My ass! Fuck me!" Amelia mewled with every thrust. "FuckmefuckmeFUCKMEEEEEE!"
Her whole rectum clenched down on his shafting, milking him for his load. Harry pulled Amelia's head back by her pixie cut and pounded harder into her convulsing rump. He bit down at the junction of her neck and collar as she experienced her first ever completely hands-free full orgasm. The pain and pleasure from being marked so just drove her deeper into a shattering analgasm before he let go.
The invading shaft hilted in her ass and then throbbed, blasting spurt after spurt of cum into her ruined rectum. Amelia's anal muscles milked Harry of every drop of jizz he had, the torrent of thick, creamy sperm filling her, piping hot as it coated every part of her stretched bum.
Slowly, Harry pulled out, spent for the moment. No longer in his grasp, Amelia slumped forward, her asshole reluctantly surrendering his cock with a lewd pop. Her tight little pucker gaped wide, helplessly clenching on air. Harry decided to show mercy and summoned to his hand his wand, and conjured a plug, with a body the size of a pear, a slender shaft out of all proportions, surmounted by a bejewelled head.
Pressing it into Amelia's gape, he fed the whole thing in, stretching her anus further to a whine of protest. The stream of cum down her legs continued unabated as the shaft proved too small to properly plug her. Harry simply rolled his wand between his fingers, and the shaft widened, and widened, and widened. Finally her asshole was filled. One more roll of the wand and her anus was once more clenched on a stretching shaft.
Amelia wiggled her hips experimentally, moaning as the plug filled her and kept her hole nice and stretched, ready for anyone to fuck.
"Fucking hell that was intense." she whispered.
"We're not finished." Harry warned.
"What do you mean?" Amelia asked.
"Remember what you said about Rookwood? Something like 'The day one of you nutcases manages to catch an ex-Unspeakable operative like Rookwood, is the day I let you slap a collar and leash on me and drag me into a Parisian Brothel' I seem to recall." replied Harry. "Well, since as of lunchtime today he's now fertilising several fields and a bit of a small forest in France courtesy of my Ottoman Orban's Siege Blasting Spell, I figured you would keep your word."
"Lunchtime? So what-" Amelia began, some of her Directorial attitude rising again as she glanced at the clock. It was quickly dispelled by a ringing slap to her ass.
"First I grabbed a friend of mine, and we went shopping to get you something, then I arranged for you to be a guest at a club. But then, the lady Madame asked me to have you on stage, with me, as tonight's star at the Club de Luxure Magique, the Club of Magical Lust." Harry explained, then hooked a hand under her cuffs and hauled her to her feet. "Kneel."
Amelia wanted for a moment to rant and rage, but the idea of being toyed with, punished, fucked and debauched in front of an audience of discerning sexual deviants went straight to her dripping quim. She sank unsteadily to her knees as he rooted through his discarded greatcoat before turning to her.
Harry lifted her chin with a finger so she could see the velvet-lined collar in his hands. The red leather and velvet contrasted beautifully with the golden fittings, and she found herself trembling with arousal. He fitted it around her neck, adjusted it a little to give it the perfect tightness - just enough to weigh on her throat. Then with a click, the tiny golden padlock closed through two sets of two overlapping holes. Harry finished by clipping a chain leash to the padlock.
"Amy, you should see yourself. Kneeling with your ass stretched around a buttplug, your hands cuffed behind your back, your tits on offer to anyone who might wander in, and a collar round your neck." Harry chuckled. "I might even call in Auror Savage. I'm sure she'd love to see you looking like a well-fucked pet, but we've got a portkey to catch. Paris wants to see you fucked and I want to hear more about you getting pregnant."
