A/N: So this may be the last chapter for a bit, I have got a lot of negative reviews and am not sure if this is a story I want to continue. It seems more people dislike than like it. If you have any comments or suggestions good or otherwise please let me know! Thanks for your input as always. Florence xoxox

Chapter 4

Hermione felt odd; like she was floating she didn't feel the pain she knew was there in fact she didn't really feel anything. She could hear almost in the far distant background a voice. She tried to focus on it but she couldn't, why couldn't she focus. She then tried to sit to bend to move and she found again that she couldn't. She heard it again a bit louder that time, it sounded as if this voice told her to stop moving and somehow she just did. Thinking as hard as she could she realize she was under the imperious curse? Yes her actions were not her own, she was acting and moving like a puppet. NO, she screamed to herself and felt an odd tickle down her throat. It was working she felt she had a bit more control she felt less foggy. She then felt a nice warmness flowing over herself, why was she fighting off such a nice feeling. She was okay, the voice seemed to be telling herself she was okay and it was okay to turn off her mind again. So she did, she drifted back off to the odd floating and was contempt.

The warmness started to fade away she then felt cold and wanted to wrap her arms around herself. Why had the warm feeling gone away, come back she said to herself. When she thought the words she felt that odd tingle down her throat again. She felt a warm wind wrap around her like it knew she was cold like it knew she wanted to curl up. She felt something tugging at her head. It hurt, "stop" she said with a bit more energy. The tugging on her head did not stop, but it didn't hurt as bad after a minute. She was trying to be aware of what was going on around her but she couldn't. She tried fighting through the fog, tried moving tried to find her body. Yet she didn't move she was still floating in a trance and she wondered to herself why was she fighting? She was tired, not just physically but mentally she was so tired of always having to know it all always having to be the one with the plan and having to take care of others. This was a relief; she was nowhere but in her head and it was for once empty of any stress or any worry, and she decided she was going to stay here as long as she could.

Hours later, or minutes she wasn't entirely sure in her head. She felt her arms, and then her legs and trying to cling to the fog that surrounded her she felt the easiness slipping away.

She blinked a few times and she was aware, she was sitting in a chair. A chair, how strange the last thing she remembered was curling up on the floor and being asleep there was no chair in her room. Looking around trying to be aware of her surrounding trying to get out of her dazed way of thinking she was blinded by not being in the dark. She blinked again trying to focus and things finally started to come to her. She was in a pink room; there was a desk and a white shag carpet at her feet. The walls in the room were a pink shade and there were lots of white picture frames on the walls. She looked around and realized she was alone.

She stood from the chair; amazed that she could she wasn't bound to it. She turned and found the door, it was locked. Of course the way to her freedom was locked; she went back to the room trying to search for something anything that would help her. There was no fire place in the room, which was strange because there was a mantel. She looked to the desk and saw nothing of importance papers, nothing to help get out of the room and nothing to be used as a weapon. There was a window behind the desk yes a window! She went to pull back the curtains and behind them was a massive window! She could hardly contain her delight she could see building and what looked like a small garden. Across the street was a park and she was only on the second floor. She looked for the latch, there didn't seem to be one. She tried to push the glass up but it didn't seem to move. She hit the glass putting everything she could into her punch. Nothing happened the glass didn't even shudder. She stood back and her hand was throbbing how could she not be able to get out of this, why had the glass not broken. She felt defeated and a bit stupid to think her get away would be so easy.

She was looking down at her hand and for the rest time became aware of herself. She was clean; she didn't feel the sticky sweat on her. She went to feel the knot that was on her head but it was no longer there, her hair was not the mess it ought to have been after everything she had done in the past 24 hours. No, her hair was in two French braids going down her back. Looking down she was no longer naked. She seemed to be wearing a pink, corset and a skirt? She pulled at it, but nothing happened it was magically sealed to her. She felt something odd at her back, and pulled at one of her braids were there bows at the end of braids? Even as a little girl she didn't wear pink, or bows she was thrown off by this.

Then feeling her neck she found that was wearing a collar? She pulled at it but nothing happened. What in the name of Merlin was going on? She went around the room again trying to find a mirror something to see her reflection with. She finally found an empty picture frame and tried to hold it up to see her reflection she couldn't see her whole body but from her face she looked much different than the last time she saw herself. Her faced still held some bruises and there was a cut across her forehead still. Her frizzy messy hair was pushed back. She heard something on the other side of the door. Not wanting to get in trouble and maybe even pretend she hadn't come to yet she ran and sat back on the chair, with her back to the door.

The door opened and Umbridge walked in holding a tray with tea and sandwiches. She closed the door behind her and heard the sound of many locks. Umbridge carried the tray and placed it on her desk. She sat at the edge of the desk near Hermione and just stared.

"Now I know you are awake and aware my dear slave. Please open your eyes and look at me," Umbridge used her sickly fake sweet voice and Hermione cringed. As Hermione opened her eyes to take in her toad like capture she saw the smirk on the woman's face. Remembering that she was to be a good girl and gain some trust she did as she was told and tried her best not to glare.

"Why that's better!" She walked around to the chair on the other end of the desk. Before sitting she poured two cups of tea and put four cubes of pink sugar and a dash of milk into her cup. "How do you like your tea?" Hermione was shocked why the woman who had tortured her so harshly yesterday was putting up such a presence of being nice today. Not wanting to be punished and wanted to play the nice little witch so she could eat and drink because she was starving she answered as politely as she could. "I like my tea with two sugars please," seeing the shocked look on Umbridge's face she then added, "Mistress". She could tell the woman was shocked but Umbridge put the two sugars in her tea and handed it to Hermione.

Hermione took a sip; it felt so good down her throat. She felt the warmth of it in her stomach as she sipped her tea she stared to the ground. Thinking it might be to defiant if she stared at Umbridge with the glare she knew she would give. After a long few moments Umbridge coughed lightly to herself drawing Hermione's attention back to her. She looked up at the woman as nicely as she could. "Did you have time to think to yourself dear? Did you have time to think at what a blessing it is to be here and not locked up in the Death Eaters cages in the Ministry? Or did you just come to realize that you liked being my slave and as much as you tried to act last night you enjoyed servicing a real witch?" Umbridge smiled to herself, it seemed like she was trying to get a reaction out of Hermione. That she was looking for the girl who would fight her. She wanted to punish Hermione.

Hermione didn't react. She didn't jump out of her seat and scream at the woman she loathed, the woman she hated. She sat and looked back at the floor. Umbridge seemed to notice that she was trying her hardest to not get punished and that displeased her. She then offered Hermione the tray of Sandwiches. Hermione took one and began to eat, she was starving she ate one than two then she looked up at the tray and she seemed to have ate them all. She finished off her tea and looked again at the woman.

Umbridge smirked at her, licking her lips at the delightful mudblood in front of her. She stood and walked over to her new slave. "Now that your mistress has seen to it that you are well nourished I think you owe her a thanks." Hermione looked up to the witch and replied, "Thank you Mistress with providing me with such a lovely meal and the new outfit." Umbridge couldn't help herself she loved the authority she had over the girl who had summited to her with such ease. Even if it were just an act she was going to take it for everything she could.

"That was a very good slave answer", she bent down to kiss Hermione. Hermione protested trying to force her mouth shut, the woman penetrated her mouth with such needing kisses. She shoved her tongue down Hermione's mouth further having a hot passion with every stroke of her tongue. Hermione still trying to get the intruder out of her mouth moved it, realizing that she only ended up kissing the woman back. Umbridge was getting herself worked up entirely to much panting and moaning in Hermione's mouth. Umbridge's chubby toad arms groping Hermione's breasts with such furiousness. This made Hermione's nipples hard. Then it stopped and Umbridge sat back on her desk trying to regain control. She was panting her chest rising and falling with every breath. "Look what you have done to me; you have pleased your Mistress greatly. I do hope you continue to be such a good girl for the rest of the afternoon we have lots to accomplish today."

"Now get on the floor on your hands and knees and crawl around the room." Umbridge said as she went and sat down at her desk. Hermione held in the range of anger, and did as she was told, getting down from her chair onto the floor. Crawling around the room she felt humiliated and quite stupid. What was the point of this? She crawled on all four for some time before Umbridge coughed; looking up at the woman she was gestured to come to her.

"Oh what a good slave you are being, now crawl up onto my lap and bend over." Hermione did as she was told, and was in the foul woman's lap. She felt her skirt lift and she felt the course hands rubbing on her bum. She tried not to flinch at the touch knowing it would only cause her pain. She heard Umbridge humming to herself in delight, and then a shock went through her when she felt a finger slip into her pussy. She now couldn't help it she squirmed trying to find a way off her lap.

"No, no dear slave. You aren't going to call me Mistress, kiss me and crawl on the floor trying to taunt me and then when I give you what you wanted squirm away. No dear you know you like what your Mistress is doing to you. You know you were incredibly turned on last night finally being able to do what we both know you had been desperately wanting to do since the first day you walked into my classroom."

As she was saying all this Umbridge was moving her fat finger in and out of her pussy. Ashamed of herself Hermione couldn't help the fact that it felt good. That she could feel her nether lips swelling, and the finger getting wetter.

"Tell your Mistress how good it feels slave; tell her how badly you are wanting more." Umbridge said to her panting quite a bit herself. Hermione couldn't do it she tried but the words wouldn't come out of her mouth. She felt a swat at her bum and another. "Tell your Mistress how she is making you feel slave!" Swat another blow. Still Hermione tried to squirm from the woman's grasp on herself, she couldn't say the words. She knew she ought to she knew she needed to stay on the toad Woman's good side. She then felt the harsh sting on being slapped on the ass by Umbridge's wand. She felt the sting long after it happened. Umbridge slipped another finger into Hermione's now dripping wet passage. The woman's fingers pumping in and out of her faster now.

"Ugh", Hermione couldn't help but pant and moan a little bit. She had never been fingered before. Ron wasn't much for foreplay and she was too much of a prude to touch herself. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and even though she knew she needed to be resisting because she hated the woman what she was doing to her felt good.

Umbridge still fingering her with two fingers and at such a good pace Hermione couldn't help it. She literally couldn't help it, she was moaning and panting audibly and then she realized she was about to cum.

"Now sweet dear slave, I know you are in need. I know this feels good to you. I will allow you to come you just have to tell your Mistress that it does feel good. That you are thankful, do you think you could do that dear?" Umbridge was going to ruin this for her. She was so close, she could feel it, and then the toad woman brought her back to reality. Could she say the words? They were just words no one outside of this office would ever know she was so needy and begged her ex professor to make her cum.

"Ah, please Mistress let me cum for you," Hermione tried to say with as much dignity she could but it didn't happen she was in too much need. "Please," Hermione panted again in a low grow. The fingers worked in hitting every spot in her she was moaning without thinking she was there. She came. She came so hard she screamed with the pleasure as she felt herself pulse around the intruding fingers. She tried to control her breathing and tried to regain herself. How very unlike her to let herself go like that, to not care of who was giving her such pleasure but just very needing it accepting it.

"Oh what a lovely music to my ears, you sound so good when you do that dear. Now because I have given you something I now must insist I take something." Hermione felt the fingers pull out of her, she felt how dripping wet they were. Then shocked she felt them trailing to her backside. "Oh no, please don't," she said as she realized what was about to happen. She took her hands off the floor that she had been using to hold herself up and tried to cover her bum. Her hands were swatted away and then she felt that they were bound behind her back.

"Now dear, it's no time for that. Your Mistress just gave you something, now she needs something back." As Umbridge said that she inserted one of her dripping fingers slowing into Hermione's back entrance. It hurt; she felt the ring squeeze it so tightly her ring trying to push it out. "Relax dear slave, using your muscles is only going to make this harder." Umbridge's been moving her finger all the way in now and back out, and in and back out ever so slowly. She tried to relax, she was helpless there was nothing she could do.

"Now dear, I need you to stand and bend over my desk. Legs spread apart in front of me and ass out." She helped Hermione stand up, her hands still bound behind her and her balance off this was a bit hard. Hermione debated not doing as she was told but what was the point. Umbridge had been fairly nice since she was playing the good girl. She did as she was told; fearing what was going to happen.

"Oh how lovely, this is working out so much better than I thought it was. You were always smart though, just had bad taste in friends. Being with Harry Potter only made it worse for you. Thinking you could break the rules. I could tell that you felt privileged because Dumbledore treated you like a mud blood princess. Yes in school it was hard not to hate you. I knew though even then that you would one day be mine. I knew that this would come to pass, and I would help break the princess and show her where she truly wanted to be." As Umbridge said all this she had lifted the skirt Hermione was wearing and inserted two fingers this time. It hurt and Hermione whelped in the pain it caused. Her fingers were fat, she was a virgin in this new whole and she very much didn't like the feeling of it being filled. The pain did eventually stop, and it didn't feel good by any meaning but it stopped feeling so bad. Hermione had her face pressed to the cold wood desk top, her legs spread apart and knew the woman was sitting in her chair having a full view of her bum and pussy. This made her wet again and she didn't really know why. Her cheeks flushed as she thought about how wanton she was being.

"Now that I have you a bit looser, I am going to insert the tip of my wand, you are going to feel a tight pinch and it would be in your best interest to not move." Umbridge told her in her manner of speaking voice. She felt the tip of her wand, after having the two fingers this felt much better. She felt as inch came into her, then two and two and half, not it hurt. She knew she shouldn't move but she couldn't help herself. She squirmed trying to get away from the intruding wand. She then felt the wand stop moving and a tight pinch in her and something seemed to be coming out of the wand. It felt firm and wide, at least two inches maybe more. It hurt; she whimpered on the desk and wiggled her butt around trying to ease the pain. She felt as the wand begun to pull out of her so very slowly. The object continues to fill her, she felt the wand leave her and the object stopped right at the entrance. Umbridge tapped it and felt a circle come around it and seal itself in her.

"Well that wasn't so bad now was it, all done for now. You can move now dear slave. Get on the floor and kneel in front of me." Umbridge looked at her with such a lust, and Hermione knew that the same look had been in her eyes not long ago and how thankful she was the Umbridge didn't have the satisfaction.

Hermione moved ever so carefully feeling the intruder in her as she got to her knees and then knelt in front of the woman. Her arms still bound behind her it was hard to do and she tumbled forward hitting Umbridge's lap as she tried to sit back up and regain control of herself. Umbridge just smiled; pleased to see her new slave taking orders so well and seeing the girl struggle to follow her orders was the cherry on top.

After a moment Umbridge finally spoke, "I have inserted a plus in you. This is a magical device that will help get your back entrance ready for use. It can only be taken out by me; it will grow when you become aroused. It will shrink every so often to regrow to help train your muscles. It will be staying in for the remainder of the day.

"Now I have a bit of work to catch up on since I was distracted the other day. You will crawl under my desk and eat me while I work. I will release your hands so you can use them. If I feel teeth or you trying to talk you will be punished and will go to bed without dinner. If you do well, you will be rewarded. Now crawl under the desk like the good slave and get to work." Umbridge released her arms and looked expectedly at Hermione waiting for her to do as she was told.

Hermione got on her hands and knees and began to crawl under the large desk. She felt every slight movement as the plug moved within her. She wasn't looking forward to eating Umbridge again but the idea wasn't as bad as it had been before. That started her, what had changed between last night and now. As she got under the desk and turned to face Umbridge her chair came forward to where her legs were under the desk. It felt tight and cramped where she knelt and then Umbridge's underwear were off and her legs spread waiting for Hermione's head to appear. With a gasp Hermione reached for her backside to where the plug was, why was it growing in her, was she aroused? The thought scared her and stunned her from moving. She felt her pussy getting ever so slightly wet.

Then impatient from waiting, Umbridge reached under the desk and gripped Hermione's braids and moved her between her legs. Hermione went with the hand not wanting to fight it off. She began to lick the woman's pussy. It felt good, it felt right somehow. She licked it and sucked on her slit while using her hands to get better access to her nether lips. She went to work on the woman mindlessly licking and sucking and nibbling. She could hear the low moans and gasps every now and then as Umbridge started to work. She was stroking Hermione's Hair and patting her head every so often as if petting a pet. Hermione felt the need to please the woman, she also felt the plug in her ass expanding some more. It also began to feel good. Hermione was in trouble, this could not be a good thing.