"Wakey, wakey, Miss Skeeter."
Bound to the armchair by the fireplace, ropes digging into her naked skin, Rita just continued to silently doze off, the effects of the stunner still subduing her.
How disrespectful. Reaching forward, Morgan gently cupped her face, smiling gently. Then, her eyes glinted, shining with the hate usually so deeply hidden, but brought to the surface when the opportunity to express it arrived.
"I said, wake up."
Rita jerked, eyes blaring wide as her body stiffened, Morgan's magic flooding her body with pain from the touch of her warm fingers. For a moment, Morgan watched with open amusement as Rita stopped breathing, the shock of pain overriding everything else.
And then the moment was over and she was leaning back into her own cushy armchair opposite, Rita gasping and shaking as she looked around confusedly.
Perhaps she should have felt some guilt for what she had just done, but, then again, this was Rita Skeeter, a woman whom had uplifted her own career to that of the most well-known and popular writer of the Prophet by attacking others.
Guilt? No.
She was loving this.
Morgan allowed Rita a moment to get her bearings, taking in the surrounding room. For a while, Morgan had thought of using the standard abandoned warehouse - it just felt more appropriate for the situation - but had eventually decided upon a comfortable room in an abandoned house.
"W-what? Wh-where am I?" she mumbled, still disoriented. But, as memories resurfaced, Rita's face twisted in anger, glaring at her with hate as she strained against the ropes. "You!" she spat, face thunderous behind her glasses.
"Glad to see you could finally join me, Miss Skeeter. I hope you're not too… uncomfortable" she said, a note of joy colouring her tone as she smirked at the furious woman. One leg crossed over the over as she sat comfortably into the chair's cushions, relaxing under Rita's anger.
"Do you know who I am!? Do you think you can get away with this!? When I get out of here, I'll destroy you, you filthy fucking deviant! You have no idea the power I wield, the people I know!" she screamed, her attempts to break the rope increasing. Her eyes were shining with such pure hate, Morgan wouldn't be surprised if she was trying to murder her with just a glare.
Morgan really wished she had a cigar, just so she could light it up and take a puff before saying the words "Illegal animagus." It would really add to the scene, especially as Rita stopped struggling, her face paling and goosebumps breaking out across her pale arms. Perhaps she should look around for some, just for moments like these.
"Oh my yes, Miss Skeeter. I know who you are."
Ah, and there was the horror, lurking beneath the surface. The sweat building on her forehead, the terror seeping into her expression as her eyes stilled, comprehending just how fucked she was.
Rita gulped. "H-how?" she stuttered.
"Oh, I hardly think that matters now. What matters is that I do know, Miss Skeeter."
But, of course, she wouldn't be Rita Skeeter if something like that was enough to put her down. With a clearly visible effort, she brought herself under control, sneering at Morgan with a thin veneer of calm. She clearly had some hope left, burning inside.
Morgan couldn't wait to snuff it out.
"So what? Who cares about that? All they can do is fine me for it." Her tone was dismissive, as though she were hoping to make Morgan believe her blackmail was worth much less than it was.
Such a fool she was. "Oh Miss Skeeter, you and I both know it's not about the power you have, but what you do with it. How many, I wonder, of your shocking scandals were discovered thanks to that power?"
That hit home, if the way Rita twitched was any judge, and Morgan chuckled at her.
Rita changed track. "Then you should know that I have a lot of information people wouldn't want public. Scandals, bribes, corruption... Do you really think I'd be successfully condemned? I'd spill every nasty little secret, bring them all down with me" she said, sneering. "Let me go now, and I'll forget this ever happened. Otherwise, I'll use every secret I've ever dug up to bring the entire system down on you."
It was almost cute, how she seemed to think Morgan would be taken in with such reasoning. "I think that's exactly why you'd be thrown into the deepest pit they can find. You're simply too dangerous, who knows what you might have eavesdropped on. You don't think you'd be allowed to speak, do you? It would be all too easy for a court to silence you, in fear of you betraying classified information in retaliation." Morgan's eyes glinted maliciously. "I doubt you're the first person to uncover such information."
And another fragile defense fell and the panic was starting to seep back in. What next Miss Skeeter?
"I- I have friend-"
"No you don't, you have only enemies of your own creation."
"You have no way of knowing that!" she blurted. "I- there are people all throughout the ministry that support me! One word, and they'll destroy you! I bet they're searching for me right now, and when they do, you'll be finished!"
Morgan just laughed mockingly, eyes twinkling with amusement. Really, if those friends existed, why did she sound so nervous? "Is that so? Then perhaps…" Reaching under a cushion, the cold gleam of black metal met Rita's eyes. "Perhaps I should kill you now. Wouldn't want you exposing me, now, would I?"
Slowly, the pistol was pressed against Rita's forehead, her face a rictus of fear as she felt the chill against her. Her head leaned back, until there was nowhere left to retreat, the barrel pressing her into the back cushion of the chair. "You're what, 35? You know what this is, don't you? With one small touch and…" She waited, relishing Rita's nervous swallows. "Bang!" she shouted, right into her ear.
Rita screamed, flinching back and shaking terribly.
Morgan sat back, laughing maliciously as Rita shook. "But I won't, Miss Skeeter. Let us cast aside the act, shall we? We both know that, from the moment you got caught an illegal animagus, you were finished. Oh, you can bluff all you want, but it doesn't change anything. You're mine now, Miss Skeeter."
Rita stared at her for a moment, furious, little shivers of fear still shaking her body. "And" she practically spit from gritted teeth."What do you want?" Although her voice sounded strong, there was an undercurrent of nerves, a slight trembling betraying how shaken she was.
Morgan smiled, all teeth glinting in the firelight. "Why, what do we all want? I want power, Miss Skeeter. As for you… I want you to be my bitch."
"And you think I'll just do whatever you want?" she growled. But her facade was breaking now, the fear closer to the surface.
For a person like Rita? Ha, no, she didn't expect her to just roll over due to some blackmail. In the end, she could register as an animagus - it would stop her from being able to use her ability to investigate, but she could - and then she would lose any hold she had over Rita.
"Maybe not" she mused. "But that's why I intend to bind you to me so tightly, to not obey me would be social suicide, even without considering your animagus form."
The fire crackled, throwing shadows flickering across Morgan's face, eyes glinting. Rita could only look at her blankly. "So a vow, then?" she said, almost casually. "What do you want me to say?
"Really, did you think I would fall for that? You're a high profile journalist that made her reputation for exposing things. You know occlumency, right?" Rita's face blanched. "So a vow is out of the question, you can just fake it and I would have no way of knowing. There's unbreakable vows, but would you really be completely willing?" No, she wouldn't. A person had to be completely willing and uncoerced in order for the dark binding to work. And it would only take effect after it was broken, so Rita could still betray her, though she'd die after.
It was a dilemma that Morgan had thought over for a while; how to ensure Rita's loyalty? There were also magically binding contracts, but she had no idea how to make them, or of their drawbacks. She just didn't know enough to trust them.
"No, Rita, I intend to use nothing more than simple, old-fashioned, blackmail, fear and pain." The small light of hope that had emerged in her eyes was blown away, faced with the prospect of a dim future as Morgan spoke. "The pain, I think, I'll allow a… friend to take care of. I think the fear will come naturally. But blackmail… Well, I just don't think I have enough yet. I said social suicide, remember?"
"So, what, do you not have enough? Is getting me thrown into Azkaban not enough for you?" Rita said, bitter.
"Oh, perhaps. But I like to be certain." So saying, she motioned to Penelope, standing out of sight behind Rita. Penelope never took her eyes off Rita as she handed the small vial to Morgan, her eyes brimming with pure hate.
She looked a lot better now, at least. A few charms had cleaned her up a little. Her stringy blonde hair was now clean and straight, her skin looked healthier and cleaner and even her clothes, thanks to funding from Morgan, were now much better. The old rags replaced with a navy blue skirt and top, with silver trimming. The colours of Ravenclaw, if she wasn't mistaken.
The vial in her hand was a bright pink and removing the glass stopper filled the air with a sweet scent. "I'm sure you're aware, being a journalist, of the sheer power of sex" she said, holding up the vial to Rita's eyes, the pink liquid shimmering as the fire flickered.
Rita paled, eyeing the bottle with an expression of pure fear. Morgan only smiled sweetly.
"Yes, how many people would pay to cover up their more… base actions? How many will fold at a simple glimpse of some cleavage, of the chance for a night with a beautiful woman? How much of the public would spurn someone if some simple actions were brought to light? Such a powerful tool…" As old as Morgan was on the inside, sex was something she found had lost its meaning. She loved the pleasure - she was actually rather frustrated about the loss of it once she entered Hogwarts - but she was no blushing teenager. It was just sex, and it was so useful...
She started to struggle against the ropes, unable to take her eyes off the vial. Penelope, meanwhile, took out a glass orb, able to record much like a muggle camera.
"No no no no no" Rita was mumbling as Morgan drew near. She seemed in shock, unable to believe this was happening.
"Weren't you listening? Social suicide, I said. You know how the public is, if they see a video of you, say, raping a small girl, then…" Then she would be ruined. The look of comprehension on Rita's face made these little dramatics all worth it. So much more fun than just forcing it down her when she was asleep.
"You, you freak. You're not a girl, just some pervert in a kids body! Do you think the public won't see through it! This video will be worthless!" she exclaimed, casting a tearful look at the orb in Penelope's hand.
Oh Rita. How close you were. Unfortunately, however, it wasn't due to drinking youth potion that she was as young as she was; all the public would see was a video of Rita sleeping with a clearly unwilling child. Even if she managed to prove she was drugged, it would be over for her. Simply because, she would be unable to prove Morgan wasn't a child, since she technically was.
Morgan grasped Rita by the jaw, holding her still even as she struggled, unable to move due to the ropes tying her to the armchair. Her fingers dug into the armchair and her mouth locked shut as tears slid down her cheeks. With a swift movement, the contents of the vial were poured down her throat, Penelope helping out with a quick spell to ensure her jaw opened and the contents were swallowed.
The effects were almost instantaneous. Rita's face flushed, her eyes fixing themselves upon Morgan, more specifically on her pale legs and the thighs showing from beneath her short skirt. Her bare nipples hardened and her body squirmed, the potion working its effects. Morgan had to admit, Rita was rather pretty in a strange way.
"Ah, love potions. I can hardly believe they're legal" Morgan mused. But Rita was no longer listening. Morgan had tried the potion herself and, well, saying it was hard to think beyond the need to fuck whoever the potion was targeted to would be an understatement. For once, she thought Maria was the one exhausted. "Don't be afraid to be rough, Miss Skeeter. I like it every now and then."
Motioning to Penelope, she waited while she cut the ropes, Penelope's face turning slightly. But, whatever her reservations, she was perfectly willing to help Morgan for her chance at revenge. Maria wasn't quite as enthusiastic about it, so she was spending the night elsewhere.
The ropes were cut, and Morgan was immediately pushed into the carpet by a frantic Rita, tearing at her clothes, tongue pushing between her lips.
Well then, time to put on a show. Eyes watering and voice quivering, she put on her act, that of an innocent child being abused.
With this video, Rita would be hers.
They must have been going for hours, it was well into early morning once Rita's drug fueled lust burned out, leaving her laying on the floor, her eyes blank as she stared into the shimmering flames.
Morgan shimmied into her clothes, nose wrinkling when she saw her torn underwear. Those had been expensive... Oh, of course, magic. She could have someone repair them.
"Well, Miss Skeeter, I must say that was much more enjoyable than I expected; almost like role play. You don't hold back, do you?"
Rita didn't respond, just laying there in her shame and disgust, hair mussed and her glasses long ago lost.
"Why..." she whispered, voice hoarse.
"Hmm?"
Rita finally showed some life, turning her head to look up at Morgan, eyes rapidly filling with tears. "Why me? Why this?" she sobbed. "Didn't you have enough? I'm an illegal animagus, wasn't that enough blackmail? I've worked for years to get where I am; I'd never throw everything away by registering. Y-you monster, how could you do this to me?" Her voice broke as she succumbed to heavy sobs.
Morgans eyes narrowed at the waste at her feet. "Monster, am I? You want to know how I can do this and feel no guilt? It's simple Miss Skeeter. It's because you are a far bigger monster than I."
Rita's sobbing stopped as she eyed her in disbelief. "I'm the monster!?" she shrieked. "I'm a reporter, not a rapist!"
"Oh, I'm not talking about that. You were already an adult when Voldemort killed the muggles, right?"
"What does that have to do with- with- this!"
"Everything" Morgan hissed, crouching down to Rita's level. "What did you do when the muggles were dying? Where were you? Hiding like a coward, as useless fucking Sorcerers are wont to do."
"This was about some fucking muggles!?"
Morgan's face darkened in anger. Reaching down, Rita was once again flooded with pain. She kept it up for a moment, before letting up. "Careful, Miss Skeeter… You expect me to feel sympathy for you? Guilt? The world has gone beyond that, 6 billion people lie dead because of useless fools like you! Morals? They no longer matter, because 6 billion people are dead! Oh yes, Miss Skeeter. I can do this and I can enjoy it, because there is nothing that I cannot excuse in the face of such a genocide. I could torture every child in the world and not bat an eye so long as I was advancing my own goals."
Rita looked at her as though she were some abomination. "You're mad" she whispered. "What could I have done?!"
Morgan sneered at her, contempt flashing across her face. "Anything, Miss Skeeter. You could have done anything."
She stood, gesturing to Penelope. She'd watched and recorded the whole thing, her face filled with revulsion. Seemed she wasn't attracted to women, such a shame, she was rather pretty. "You can have her now. Just make sure not to hurt her too badly. No need to create unnecessary trouble for us."
She made to leave, but paused, remembering one final thing. Rita was watching Penelope in fear. Did she even recognise who she was yet? How her article had essentially ruined the chance for Penelope to pick up any of the pieces of her life once she left Azkaban?
A muggleborn having attempted to commit line-theft against a pure-blood. Oh, Rita had a field day with it. Morgan didn't ask about the exact details, though she suspected it was all lies. All she knew was that over the summer after her third year, Penelope had been thrown into Azkaban for 6 months and Rita's article had painted her a monster; anyone from her old life no longer wanted anything to do with her, leaving her to fend for herself.
Morgan had taken advantage when she learned Penelope had come to them, looking for a new dealer when she could no longer pay her old one.
Reaching into her pocket, she dropped her Hogwarts letter next to Rita.
"Huh? What..." Rita mumbled, grabbing the letter.
"My Hogwarts letter." And there was the look of pure revulsion upon Rita's face that she had been looking for. One final nail in Rita's coffin that she had wanted to deliver. "Did you think I was an adult? Such foolishness. No, Miss Skeeter" she said, a vindictive smile upon her face as she reached towards Rita. "You just fucked a child" she whispered, fingers brushing against Rita's nipple. And as with pain, she could create pleasure and Rita's body seized for a moment as Morgan's power flooded her. "And you loved it."
Something within Rita seemed to break and she turned her head, throwing up onto the carpet. Morgan left the room as she broke down.
Rita still had a long night ahead. Penelope would not be gentle.
Well, that was a dark chapter, wasn't it? Poor Rita...
Honestly, there are going to be other chapters as dark as this. Morgans a monster and I rather enjoy writing about just how evil she can be when needed. So if you continue, just know these sorts of chapters will still show up. I'm not sure about actual sex scenes though, they may or may not show up.
Thanks to everyone that likes the story so far and continues to do so after, well, this...
