Susan had known it was a bad idea from the start. She'd done her research on the wizarding world's newest club, and she knew that the Stag's Leap was a place that no one should have been trifling with in the first place. But the orders had come from on high… VERY on high. The raid had been demanded by some very wealthy wizards, and Susan, just an up and coming Auror, had been roped into it.

Ever since her aunt had lost power, things had gone downhill. This wasn't the first time Susan regretted following in the footsteps of her last remaining relative, signing up for Auror training the instant she got out of Hogwarts to try and emulate her Aunt Amelia. She'd been proud to take that career path, at first. Her aunt had been proud too. At the time, Amelia had still been Head of the DMLE, and though Susan didn't expect a free ride or anything so corrupt as that, she was eager to work under the older witch, eager to prove herself on her own right.

But then auntie stepped on someone's toes one too many times and quite suddenly, Amelia Bones wasn't the Head of the DMLE anymore. She wasn't even in government. Overnight, Susan found herself as something of a pariah, because those who replaced her aunt were in no way allies of the overthrown witch. While Susan didn't expect to be treated differently because her last name was Bones, now it had gone in the opposite direction. She was being treated differently all right… in all the worse ways.

Still, she'd needed this job. Auror had been what she'd wanted to be since she was young, and part of her felt like she'd be letting them win if she caved and threw in the towel now. Unfortunately, that led her to situations like this. Draco Malfoy had lost tens of thousands of Galleons betting at the casino located within the Stag's Leap.

Lucius Malfoy had taken issue with this, and on top of his own immense power and influence, he'd pushed for a raid of the Stag's Leap's premises. Of course, what he didn't have was the actual authority to command Aurors. Even the people that had been put in place at the top of the DMLE weren't foolish enough to authorize a raid on a successful business without explicit evidence of wrongdoing.

So, the raid was unofficial… but backed by numerous Pureblood wizards who also owed the casino a lot. Susan and her team's mission had been to find the Stag's Leap's hidden vault, because all reports suggested that the Stag himself didn't believe in giving gold over to goblins for storage. They were to ransack the vault and empty it clean.

They were basically supposed to be thieves, and that didn't sit well with Susan. But what other choice did she have? What was she supposed to do? It was her career on the line! It was… it was the biggest mistake of her life, as it turned out. Because here she was, in chains and blindfolded, no idea where she'd been put, no idea what was going on around her.

They'd barely even got through the back door, wands out and ready for action, when everything had gone dark. The raid had been launched, and a moment later the raid had been captured. Susan had woken up only a couple minutes prior to now, by her estimation, but she had no idea how much time had passed while she was unconscious.

Was anyone looking for her? Not likely, given the highly illegal nature of the Auror's raid she'd been ordered to conduct. Even if some of the higher ups at the DMLE were in on Lucius' plan to discredit and disgrace the Stag, they would disavow that knowledge now, and they would disavow her and her men as well. She… they were on their own.

"Susan Bones… I'm surprised to see you here. I did not think you so foolish…"

The rich baritone that enters her ears has the red head shuddering as she bites her lower lip. Her head twists this way and that, trying to pinpoint the voice, trying to get a bead on where it's coming from, but the chamber she's located in is too echo-y. That in and of itself is information though, in a way. It gives her an idea of what the room's layout might be… if she can ever get free of these chains.

"Where are my men?!"

There's a pause, a beat of hesitation, and then a laughter in that same masculine voice.

"Your priorities are admirable, if not amusingly ironic, Ms. Bones. Your men are fine, merely unconscious and dreaming of their success this eve. They all believe things have gone off without a hitch, and that they're already heading back to pass off the gold to dear Lucius Malfoy for their rewards."

Susan assimilates this for a few long moments, processing what's just been said. However, before she can formulate a response, there's a sudden breeze across her bare skin. Susan's eyes go wide beneath the blindfold as she finds herself suddenly naked, her auror robes and the clothes beneath them suddenly transported off of her body by either vanishing or another spell. She knew not which, given she could not watch the phenomenon with her own two eyes, nor did the Stag speak an incantation to make it happen. All Susan knew was that he'd stripped her down to her birthday suit with silent magic, and now she knelt before him naked.

She doesn't kneel for long though. The chains around her ankles and wrists suddenly begin to draw taut, and in but a few moments, Susan finds herself dragged to her feet as her legs are forcibly spread apart and her arms are pulled up over her head towards the ceiling above. She gasps in discomfort, tossing and turning, struggling and squirming, but to no avail. The chains are not weakly made, and she is in no position to leverage even her slight strength against them.

Soon, she's exactly where the Stag wants her, and she knows it too, because once she's in position, he moves behind her and a pair of masculine hands fall on her ass, squeezing it before moving to the front. He fondles her, molests her, kneading her breasts, her butt, grazing her pussy, brushing his fingers over her flat abdomen.

Susan tries to pull away, but THAT's not going to happen. She's stuck, well and truly stuck. All she really has left is her words, so she tries to use those.

"You… you can't think you'll get away with t-this. The Ministry… the Ministry will come down on you HARD!"

Another dark chuckle, and his hands don't stop. Merlin but they feel good. No! She can't… Susan's face begins to pink up as she squirms under his touch. There's no denying that he knows a woman's body, that he somehow knows HER body almost better than she knows herself. He's touching her in all the right places, doing all the right things. She's getting wet in spite of herself, and she knows that he knows it. At the same time, he continues to hold casual conversation with her, not even remotely fazed.

"No, Ms. Bones. I think you'll find that your position is a lot more untenable than even you know it to be. Those idiots you lead, that you cared enough about to ask after so quickly… they were told to betray you from the very beginning. Any failure this evening is to be laid at your feet… and even if everything went according to plan, you weren't going to see the next sunrise. Not if they had their way."

Susan's breath hitches as he punctuates his words by pinching and pulling her nipples, dragging her large breasts out from her body a little bit as his voice and the hot air of his own breath ghosts across her left ear. She could, if she so chose, headbutt him right now. She can feel him pressed up against her, and she has a good idea of where his face is, if she wanted to go for it.

But what good would that do her? She had no second move, no path to freedom after the fact. And besides that… his words, as much as she wanted to disbelieve them, rang oh-so-true. Nothing he'd said was a lie, Susan can immediately sense that in her heart. Call it woman's intuition, or perhaps auror's intuition, but she had a knack for knowing when she was being lied to.

The Stag was a rough man, and a lecherous one given her treatment of her so far, and his continued molestation of her body, but he wasn't a liar. And that made it all so much worse. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place now, and the Stag knew it too.

"Poor, poor Amelia. Perhaps if she was still in charge, this wouldn't have happened. Perhaps if you lot had dealt with the Malfoy infection plaguing your government years ago, this wouldn't have happened."

His condescension irks Susan something fierce. It doesn't matter that, boiled down to the basics, he's right. He wasn't there, he didn't know what she had to deal with, how she had to fight just to remain an auror, d-damn it. She didn't need his judgment! Seeking to move things along, Susan grits her teeth as she leans into the chains holding her arms high over her head.

"What now?"

She's trying to act tough, and she manages to keep the tremor from her voice, but the nervousness is still there. It only escalates when she suddenly feels a hot, thick phallic shape pressed against her backside.

"Now? Now you take your punishment for being such a naughty little bitch, Ms. Bones."

He's inside of her in the next moment, before Susan can even fully process his words, let alone formulate a response. But not her cunt… no, instead, the Stag spreads her ass cheeks wide and thrusts his cock up into her anus, pushing right through her sphincter and causing a sharp pain to rocket up through Susan's voluptuous form as the red head cries out in agony.

Luckily for Susan, witches are a bit more durable and a bit more flexible than normal human women, by far. What would have torn a muggle girl's ass apart and left her with bleeding and grievous injuries is instead simply a spot of incredibly discomfort and momentary agony for one Susan Bones. Her asshole stretches out around the Stag's shaft rather than tearing, instead accommodating him quite well as he slides inch after inch of his massive length up into her back door until finally, he hilts inside of her, his balls slapping upwards into her dripping wet cunt.

The pain and the pleasure are an interesting juxtaposition or would be if Susan wasn't in tears. He's spent so long playing with her, preparing her for this, that her body was expecting it… or at least, expecting to get fucked. Neither she nor her traitorous form were expecting a butt-fucking of all things, and the surprise of the Stag's penetration of her leaves Susan beside herself with pain.

But that doesn't stop him. He continues to plow her ass from behind, taking advantage of her helpless, chained state. His hands move around to the front of her once he's buried in her bowels, and one returns to her breast while the other returns to her cunt. He fingers her and pinches and teases her nipples one after the other, all while ramming into her poor, abused asshole with all his might.

It's too much. But then, as he'd said, this was supposed to be her punishment. Tears fall from Susan's eyes as she cries out, as she squeals and mewls and begs for mercy. But she does not find it, not with the Stag. He continues to fuck her, continues to give her the anal plundering of her life, and there's nothing she can do to stop him, nothing she can do but simply TAKE it.

Perhaps if that was all it was, she could have withstood the pain, and even the pleasure as well. But he kept talking. He kept speaking to her, even as she cried out in such an ugly fashion while being butt-fucked so damn thoroughly.

"Your circumstances are a product of your own life choices, Ms. Bones. You could have chosen not to follow this path. You could have made your own way. You tried to put your faith in the government, in the Ministry of Magic. You thought you had a place there. But did you ever truly? Did your aunt? The two of you have been betrayed by the very people you hoped to serve. Your government has forsaken you. The people of this world have forsaken you."

The tears falling down her cheeks are no longer from the pain of being fucked up the ass. In fact, that pain is slowly fading, to be replaced by a rather strange sensation as she begins to grow used to the butt-plowing she's taking from behind. Not quite pleasure… not yet anyways. Still, the Stag's words cut deep, and Susan sobs as she tries to shake her head, as she tries to deny what he's saying, if not through her own words, then through her actions.

The Stag puts an end to that though, the hand on her breast rearing back to give it a hefty slap that draws a cry from her lips, before moving instead to behind her. He gathers up her red locks into a makeshift ponytail and pulls it taut in his grip, fisting her hair as he holds her head in place and forces her to still. Then, he keeps on fucking her butt like there's no tomorrow, even as his words continue to whisper in her ear, his hard truths reverberating through her very being.

But that's not all. While the anal plundering she's receiving does continue without pause, the Stag eventually removes his other hand from the front of her as well, bringing it back and using it to smack and grope her ass as he continues to fuck her from behind. Suddenly, there's another pair of hands on her body, another man in front of her.

Susan stiffens, her eyes widening beneath the gag as she realizes only in that moment that she'd very nearly been lulled into some… some sort of personal vibe. It had been just her and the Stag, and to her astonishment, she realizes she'd never once thought of what he was doing as rape. It'd started as molestation, sure… but then it'd become punishment. Punishment she deserved, punishment she NEEDED to be clean again.

Now though, now there was another man in the room with them. Or… was there? This new pair of hands felt oddly familiar. It didn't feel like a new man was suddenly groping and squeezing her tits and playing with and teasing her nipples. It felt like the same man was now molesting her, playing with her… just with four hands instead of two.

And two cocks instead of one as well, because there was certainly a second dick now, pressing into her drooling quim, causing Susan to shudder and moan as she finds herself plugged up by both ends. The hands on her breasts fall down to her thighs, and she feels the moment the chains around her ankles are loosened so that this 'newcomer' can lift her legs up, hooking his arms under her pale white thighs and holding her in place between him and the Stag.

Or is he the Stag? Are they both the Stag? Susan doesn't know anymore, all she knows is that she's getting fucked in both holes now, sandwiched between two strong men who pin her in place and pound into her orifices like she's nothing more than their fleshy sex toy. Its… a singular experience. With her hands still held aloft overhead, she can do nothing to stop it, but honestly, Susan is beginning to come around to the idea of it not stopping. She's starting to enjoy herself, albeit reluctantly.

While the fucking is rough and quite brutal, while she's certainly been punished thoroughly, Susan's first climax still takes her. She cries out again, but this time it's a very different cry indeed as she orgasms around the cock filling her pussy to the brim, her anal muscles clenching and squeezing sporadically around the dick still plundering her bubble butt.

Neither of the men or man fucking her stop what they're doing, but the Stag behind her does chuckle in her ear.

"There it is. There's the woman beneath the auror, the witch who just wants a nice, hard dicking. You know you've done wrong, Susan Bones. You know you deserve this. Don't you? DON'T YOU?!"

"Yes!"

She can't stop herself. The word slips out in a cry as he badgers her, as he and possibly himself continue to fuck her blindfolded, chained form with wild abandon.

"Yes! I've done wrong! I d-deserve this! I let my n-name be tarnished by m-my desire to stay in the Ministry! I'm sorry! I'm sorryyyyy!"

Her eyes roll back in her head beneath the blindfold, and a truly wanton moan exits her mouth as she orgasms explosively once again, her pussy juices squirting out and drenching both of the massive dicks disappearing up into her orifices again and again. No matter how much this is meant to be a punishment, no matter how rough the Stag or Stags are treating her… she's enjoying it. She's loving it.

And then the two men begin to cum, and Susan's jaw drops in a perpetual open-mouthed O as she feels her insides, both her womb and her bowels, painted white with hot, sticky ejaculate. The men release their loads inside of her and then they pull out of her and drop her to the floor. The chains around her wrists that suspend from the ceiling immediately go slack as they do so, sending Susan back to her knees, back to where she started when the Stag had first begun this little dance.

But nothing was the same anymore. Nothing at all… shuddering, Susan's eyes flicker back and forth beneath her blindfold. Then, quite suddenly, the blindfold is removed. The young red head has to blink a few times to adjust to the change in light, but once she does, she looks up at her captor, at the man who holds her.

There are two looking down at her, and while they both wear masks, she can't help but feel they're the same person, simply doubled. It's the presence… it's as if he's everywhere, as if he's filling the entire room with his magical aura. Susan has only ever read about such power, about the wizards who had magic on this scale at their fingertips.

The last two were Dumbledore and Voldemort himself. There were stories about what made Dumbledore such a good, but also such a hated Supreme Mugwump for the Wizengamot. He'd had the ability to silence a room with his magic, and he'd used it more than once on an unruly Wizengamot to get his way.

Dumbledore was dead though, and so was Voldemort. Whoever this Stag truly was, he was the most powerful wizard Susan had faced in a long, long time. And now she's knelt before him, leaking his seed from her holes, still in chains, but at the very least no longer blindfolded.

"Susan Bones… The British Ministry of Magic is corrupt. It is a festering wound on this world. I intend to destroy it. I intend to take it apart, piece by piece, brick by brick. For a long time now, you've been a part of the problem. You've helped them do the terrible things they've done, either through neglect or through outright action. You are an accomplice to their crimes."

Averting her gaze, Susan stares at the ground beneath her, which she now recognizes as damp, wet cobblestone. Mostly wet because of her own climaxes, as it were…

"But you can redeem yourself. You can earn your second chance, right here, right now. Pledge yourself to me. Pledge yourself to a cause worthy of you. Will you step into the dark, so that the crimes of this world's corrupt government may finally see the light?"

As he speaks, she's slowly raised her eyes to look up into his masked face, almost in disbelief at what he's saying, what he's offering her. But he's deadly serious. This is no jest. And Susan is not one to let a second chance slip past her.

"Yes. I… yes!"

The Stag smiles, and the next thing Susan knows, she's been unchained. But his assault on her body and her senses continues. In fact, it escalates. Things are moved to a bed and Susan gets to witness first hand as more of the Stag appears. Every single one of himself is masked of course, but she can tell from the body, from the cock, from the hands… it's all the same powerful wizard, one strong enough to replicate himself a half-dozen times over.

He fucks her with his multiple bodies, gangbanging her in every possible position. Susan is just along for the ride, but no more is she chained. She can participate now, she can reciprocate. While she bounces up and down on the cocks in her cunt and ass, while she sucks on the dick pistoning in and out of her throat, Susan also grips and strokes two more shafts on either side of her. The sixth Stag uses her red locks to stroke himself off, but she could scarcely care less. To provide pleasure to this man becomes Susan's entire world, to give him her all, to thank him in a way for what he's offered her… it's all that matters in this moment.

Susan loses track of the number of times she cums around his cocks, she loses track of everything in general. Her existence becomes nothing more than pleasure, both giving and receiving, and as hot, sticky seed splatters across her face, across her tits, across her hair, as thick, viscous cum flows down her throat or into her womb and bowels, she takes it all happily, and willingly.

At the end of it, Susan is stuffed full of cum, but cleaned up. Ultimately though, all she wants is more. All she wants is to spend the rest of her days pleasing the Stag. Alas, part of pleasing him involves her leaving him, and as much as she hates to do so, that's exactly what ends up happening. As it turns out, only a day has passed outside of the Stag's Leap, when she and her fellow aurors are finally let loose. It feels like a lot longer… but Susan knows she has a job to do.

-x-X-x-

A week later, a familiar crimson-haired auror makes her way to a tattoo shop that's only a block or so away from the Stag's Leap. She has a piece of parchment held tight in her hand and a smile on her face as she steps up to the parlor and takes a deep breath before walking inside. Susan Bones' life has changed immensely since that day, since that night spent as the Stag's plaything. And it's all been for the better.

She still didn't know what he'd done to the men who'd gone with her on the ill-fated and highly illegal raid they'd run on the Stag's Leap. But when she and they had all made it back to the Department, each of them had gone to the Head of the DMLE and confessed to some rather serious crimes they'd partaken in on behalf of some of the wealthiest, biggest names in Wizarding Britain.

Even with the DMLE in the pockets of those wealthy, big names, they still had to do something about the auror's confessions. Susan hadn't heard from any of the men who were supposed to betray her in days now, while she herself was currently squeaky clean. All the better to serve her new Master from the inside.

"Can I help you?"

Susan smiles as she comes face to face with a rather punk-looking witch. Only a week before, she would probably have turned her nose up at the very thought of entering this place or interacting with a woman like the one before her now. But things change, and Susan happily strides forward, holding out the parchment square in her hand.

"I need you to give me a tattoo, please. Don't worry about the cost… price is no object."

The tattoo artist opens up the folded parchment, and Susan watches as her eyes briefly go wide at what she sees on it. She glances between Susan and the parchment for a long moment, eyebrows lifted high on her forehead.

"… Where do you want it?"

Grinning quite wickedly, Susan Bones moves over to the nearby chair and kneels on it. At the same time, she hikes up her robes and reveals the fact that she's not wearing a single stitch of clothing beneath them, exposing her pale bubble butt to the other witch and pointing with her free hand at the expanse of ass flesh she's now revealed.

"Right… here."

The other witch just stares for a moment, and Susan can see the interest and arousal in her eyes. But then she gets down to business, determination filling her gaze as her jaw sets and she moves into position. Susan has to bite her lower lip and clutch at the back of the chair she's knelt over more than once while getting the ensuing tattoo, but eventually she's done, and the image of a stag's head is imprinted on her ass to mark her as HIS.

Susan knows who she belongs to now, she knows WHERE she belongs. On her knees, before the Stag, servicing his majestic shaft. And as she leaves the tattoo parlor a couple hours later, having shown the artist her appreciation in a more intimate way, the red head beams happily, her eyes immediately going to the Stag's Leap just down the road. Everything is going according to plan. HIS plan.

-x-X-x-

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