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Chapter 4: Political Affairs
The elation of Harry's return to the Wizarding World lasted the entire length of his reunion with Ginny and maybe an hour longer. To be precise, it lasted up until he was abruptly reminded that he was facing expulsion from Hogwarts. Expulsion from his home. As much as he tried to relax and enjoy the company of his friends, he was always reminded that the next day was perhaps the most important day of his life, as it would define whether or not he would actually enjoy the rest of his life. Regardless, the train into London and the journey into the Ministry was rather uneventful, and despite the momentary burst of joy elicited by the grandeur of the secretive government of the Wizarding World, Harry was quickly brought back down to reality with the dark corridors of the Ministry's underbelly. Not to mention the hundred or so wizards that were staring down at him with judgement in their eyes, alongside the grim face of the Minister for Magic himself. Yet, despite all that, all the bitterness in the air, the décor and the stern faces of the ministry officials, nothing could beat the pervasive smugness emanating from one particular member of the Wizengamot. She stood out like a sore thumb. Beyond her overall distinctive and… squashed face, she was the only one bold enough to break the apparent traditional clothing with flashes of the gaudiest of pinks. That and… and she seemed to be glaring at him. Boring her eyes into his skull in such unsightly way. Needless to say, Harry almost exploded the moment that Dumbledore arrived to his rescue. Fortunately for Harry, it seemed most of the Wizengamot could see his innocence. Only a handful, including the garish pink clad woman, voted against him. With his attendance at Hogwarts cemented, Harry bid the Wizengamot goodbye in an effort to catch Dumbledore, leaving behind the disgruntled woman.
Swiftly, she rose to her feet and disappeared through a set of doors, trotting along with disgust in her step. As she strode through the winding corridors, everyone in her way seeing fit to move swiftly aside, her light 'ahems' acting as reason enough for even the most high-up officials to shift away. Entering one of the elevators, she smiled sweetly as people stepped out to allow her to have the elevator to herself, causing a queue to back up along the corridor as she alone ascended to the main floors of the Ministry. Sighing, she reached down the front of her coat jacket and plucked free her necklace. It was a simple gold chain supporting a tear-drop shaped yellow gem, entwined in an elegantly carved golden bracket, with incredibly small and fine writing etched into the side. Holding it in her fingers, she twisted it back and forth, pondering her next action as the elevator climbed higher and higher. As she came closer to her floor, she coughed loudly, prompting the attendant to lunge to stop the elevator for her, only to receive a scoff from her in response. Stepping out, she turned to her left immediately, intent burning in her hurried steps. Making her way around the curved corridor, she arrived at her location. Breathing deeply, she inspected herself in a pocket-mirror, ensuring her clothing and appearance was perfectly in order before pushing open in the door, and entering uninvited. With a squeak and fake smile, she called out, "Madam Bones. I was wondering if we could have a moment to talk about the hearing. I should think that there are some things that need… addressing."
"The hearing is over Dolores. The judgement has been rendered. There is nothing more that needs to be discussed. Unless you want to help me with the paperwork," Amelia sighed, only glancing upwards to check who it was who had entered her office. Seeing the gaudy pink tones, she knew immediately who it was and had very little intention to discuss the case, knowing full well that the ensuing argument would only be resolved with Umbridge concluding that she is in fact correct, regardless of whatever she had to say.
"Hehe… No. I fear you are mistaken. You see, we do need to have a discussion, Amelia," Umbridge smiled sweetly, lifting her stubby fingers up to her necklace. Grasping the jewel, she pulled it downwards slightly, popping it from the brace it was held in, allowing her to twist it. Turning the gem several times, she reiterated her sentence and smiled, "Don't we?"
A sudden change took a hold of Amelia as she looked into Umbridge's eyes. A flash of deep yellow flickered across Amelia's glassy eyes before she came back to her faculties. Remaining stern and disdainful of Umbridge's presence, Amelia's lips moved of their own volition, her voice a little crackly yet entirely hers, "Yes… Yes, we do."
"I thought that was the case. I'll take a seat then, shall I…" Umbridge suggested, yet not even waiting for a response before sliding down into the seat opposite Amelia. Startled by the sudden movement of the woman, Amelia blinked several times, looking around the room as if for conformation of something. A little taken aback, Amelia shifting in her seat before coughing, certain something had happened, yet couldn't place it.
"I… I suppose you ought to, yes. What exactly did you want to talk about?" she asked in her own words, confident that if Umbridge was sitting down, then it must have been because she had asked her. And if she had asked her, obviously she wanted to speak to Umbridge for something. She wouldn't willingly ask her to take a seat apropos of nothing. At least, this was the internal reasoning she used to explain her momentary lapse in control.
"Well, I just thought it was rather odd, that you, as the Head of the Department of Magical Law, would allow such a flagrant abuse of the law to go unpunished. If anything, you were sympathetic to this lawbreaker. I can't imagine what would have possessed you to come to such a conclusion," Umbridge asked, her sickly sweet voice always holding such a sordid smugness to it. She never meant a word she said. It was always dressed up and presented in a way that she thought would be most appeasing. Truth be told, Amelia always thought that Umbridge would always rather be beating the person that she was talking to into submission as opposed to using her words.
"There was corroborative evidence showing that he did so in self-defence. A Squib was able to confirm the presence of Dementors and was able to describe them in intricate detail," Amelia reiterated, her disdain once again flaring up as she returned to the matter of the case. It was pretty shut and dry and frankly, she was frustrated there was even a hearing at all, let alone people like Fudge and Umbridge were so insistent on a guilty verdict.
"Perhaps, I ought to put this in a different way. You are aware of Cornelius's opinion regarding the case?" Umbridge asked, supposedly changing tact, yet Amelia knew that she had said exactly what Umbridge expected. For all her flaws, Umbridge could use her words remarkably pointedly.
"Yes. He made that much explicitly clear," she sighed, abandoning the forms in front of her and sinking back into her chair in anticipation for what Umbridge was about to spew forth, knowing full well that it would be positively laughable to say the least.
"Indeed. And showed much devotion to the outcome that you stood opposed to. Surely you owe it to our Minister Of Magic to support his dogged attempt to remove a lawbreaker from our society," Umbridge asked, leaning forwards, with her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
"There is a reason why I am in charge of Magical Law, and he is not. Our Minister's opinion is not law," Amelia growled, frustrated that she had to clarify that very plain fact. As much as Cornelius would like to say otherwise, that was In fact the truth.
"I thought you might say that. Which is incredibly concerning. I had hoped you would see sense, but perhaps… perhaps I need to be as explicit in my opinion as possible," Umbridge sighed, leaning backwards, once again taking the conversation in an entirely different direction, one she had also planned for, yet hoped she wouldn't have to use, "You know very well that I have been appointed as Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."
"Yes. You've made sure everyone does," Amelia muttered beneath her breath, loudly enough that pink-clad woman would hear her plainly. As expected, Dolores didn't acknowledge the venom in those words and simply pretended to take them at face value.
"Rightly so. I worry that I won't be here to ensure that our Minister's vision and integrity is maintained. Especially with disloyal advocates of the enemy In positions of power here," Umbridge explained, her words turning sharper as she directed them towards Amelia.
"Dolores…" Amelia sighed, completely and utterly defeated by what she was saying. The notion that there were disloyal members of the Wizengamot was completely ludicrous, given the fact that was the express point of the organisation. It was designed so there were no pre-existing affiliations. Of course, Umbridge failed to see that. She viewed it as the weapon by which Fudge could regiment the Wizarding World. Or rather, the weapon by which she could regiment the Wizarding World. A woman such as Dolores Umbridge had no need for an unbiased and fair means of determining the guilt or innocence of a member of the Wizarding World. Why would she when she could just as easily render that judgement.
"I have not finished speaking!" Dolores suddenly snapped, causing Amelia to instinctively pull backwards. Slowly, Umbridge's demeanour changed. Sliding out of her seat, she slowly circled the desk, inching around until she was standing right beside Amelia. Her sweet smile returned, and she reached out to grab a picture frame sat on Amelia's desk, lifting it to inspect it further, "Her name is Susan, isn't it? Fifth year? So much like her aunty… I will ensure that I provide her with a proper education, befitting to her aunt's loyalty.
"Is that a threat, Dolores?" Amelia snapped back, turning to face the woman with a look of pure fire on her face. Fiercely devoted to her family, Amelia took any insinuation that Umbridge would abuse her position of power and hurt her niece as legitimate.
"Threat? Merlin's beard, of course not. I simply wanted to make clear that I have very specific views on the education process and that it would be prudent for you to understand them," Dolores giggled, setting the frame back down and slowly sauntered behind Amelia's chair. Lifting a hand to her necklace, Dolores once again twisted the gem before ordering, "Ask me about my opinion on disciplinary action."
"Professor Umbridge, what is your opinion on disciplinary action?" Amelia recited, her words almost droning as her eyes glazed over once again. This time, they remained as such, glassy and with a tinge of yellow, the glow of Umbridge's crystal reflected in Amelia's eyes.
"I'm glad you asked, Amelia. I believe that discipline is the key to good behaviour. Would you like a demonstration?" Umbridge giggled sweetly, stepping back around, and admiring the look on the woman's face. Lifting her hand to the necklace, she turned it once more, forcing words out of the woman's lips.
"Yes… I would like a demonstration," Amelia announced, causing a look of absolute glee to flash across Dolores's face, the older woman clapping her hands together excitedly. The glassy expression on Amelia's face remained, yet she was completely aware of every moment, seeing through her eyes as if a prisoner to someone else's desires and orders.
"Good. Go and lock the door, Ms Bones," Umbridge grinned, watching as Amelia lifted herself out of her seat and swept swiftly across the room. Turning the lock on the door, she froze in place, her eyes fixed on the door in front of her. Umbridge slipped into the now vacant seat, claiming the office as her own, "Let's take today as an example. Today, you did something very naughty. You made your Minister Of Magic look like a fool. And for that, you need to be punished. Think of it as… as if your niuece, Susan, made her Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts look like a fool? I would have to punish her similarly."
"Stop, Dolores…" Amelia fought to say, only to receive another giggle from Umbridge. The necklace was dark magic, used for the most perverse of actions. Not knowing the true extent of the trinket, Amelia could feel the rising tension between the two of them and feared she knew what was to come.
"Submit…" Umbridge simply said, lifting her hand to the necklace and plucking the jewel entirely from its place, causing Amelia to fall limp for a moment, before rising upwards, completely enthralled and beneath Umbridge's control. Of course, Umbridge could have removed the gem at any point, but that tenuous moment between control and liberty was such a delightful thing to witness. Tucking the gem into her top pocket, Dolores watched as Amelia turned to face her, bowing courteously before graciously taking the seat in front of her.
"Yes, Professor Umbridge…" she smiled, her cheeks blushing lightly as she waited for Umbridge to speak. From what the Professor understood about the necklace, it could only be used one at a time. It created a mental link between the wearer and the submissive, allowing thoughts to be transposed effortlessly. So, Umbridge could simply have sat there and allowed her will to be done in silence, yet that wasn't nearly as enjoyable. Especially given how she wasn't entirely certain If Amelia was aware of what she was doing behind those glassy eyes. And if she was aware, Umbridge wanted the message to be succinct and explicitly clear.
"Now, Ms Bones. You understand that you've been a naughty little girl, haven't you?" Professor Umbridge asked in her most condescending and passive aggressive tone. A flash of guilt rushed across Amelia's face as she bowed her head like a schoolgirl, blushing an even deeper red.
"Yes… I have…" she murmured, her words a little slow as she acknowledged her wrongdoing. A quiver of delight curled across Professor Umbridge's face as she rose to her feet, holding her wand out in front of her as she slowly circled the table.
"And naughty little girls deserve to be punished?" she asked, flexing her pliable wand, watching the emotions dancing so plainly across Amelia's face, her lip quivering nervously as she awaited her punishment like a dutiful schoolgirl.
"Yes… They do…" she replied, glancing up at Professor Umbridge with wide eyes, silently pleading for her to merciful in her inevitable punishment, a glimmer of Amelia's true thoughts bleeding through in that meek stare.
"Good. Stand up, Ms Bones and bend over the table. The first of your punishments shall be a firm spanking. Naughty little girls deserve to be spanked, don't they?" Professor Umbridge ordered, taking a step back and effortlessly sending all the things positioned on Amelia's desk flying onto the floor, giving her full control of the surface, and leaving a mess for Amelia to ashamedly clean up afterwards.
"Yes… Naughty girls deserve to be spanked… And I am a naughty girl…" Amelia stammered, standing up and pushing her chair backwards. Slowly, she bent over onto the table, pressing her hands flat against the surface, her face tilted towards Umbridge, her rear end pushed firmly into the air. Striding around behind her, Umbridge admired the shapeliness of the woman's ass. Even in the loose-fitting robes she was wearing, the apple shaped cheeks of her ass were undoubtedly pronounced. Dolores may have admired them, but that didn't mean she had any less of an intention to render them bright burning red. If anything, their delectable shape encouraged such an end. Being somewhat unfortunate in her figure, such attractive curves on a woman ignited something akin to jealous spite.
Dropping her wand, Umbridge steadily lifted the back of Amelia's robes, bit by bit revealing her legs. A pair of stocking stretched along the woman's surprisingly toned calves, with her athletic legs slowly plumping up towards her thighs. The stockings cut of along her thigh, being pulled tightly upwards by garter straps either side of her legs. Shaking her head, Umbridge commented silently to herself on how such garments were more befitting a streetwalker than a department head. Sending her robes flying over the crest of her ass, Umbridge unveiled that shapely rear taking in the sight of her heart-shaped arse, her ass cheeks the perfect balance of pert and plump, bouncing from the sudden unveiling, yet maintaining their shape without descending into wild jiggling ripples. The woman's garter belt hung on her waist; a frilly combination of silk and lace, even more salacious than Umbridge expected. Not to mention they were complimented by an exquisitely tight-fitting lace thong that threaded between her cheeks suggestively, perfectly pursing inside the crevice her arse.
"Ms Bones, do you think that this sort of clothing is appropriate for a student of mine? Is appropriate for you to walk around with intricate underwear more befitting a common whore than a schoolgirl?" Umbridge asked, hooking a finger inside the hem of her panties and slowly peeling them out from within her ass.
"No… I'm sorry, Professor Umbridge… I won't wear them again…" Amelia whimpered, shuddering as she felt Umbridge's finger against the pale skin of her ass. Feeling her panties get tugged away, Amelia felt intense feelings of shame claim her body, despite the fact that she had happily and confidently chose to wear these garments herself. All of a sudden, they ignited an intense embarrassment in her.
"I should think not," Professor Umbridge smirked, sliding her hand up towards the waistband of the panties. Suddenly, she grabbed them as tightly as she could and tugged them upwards, the fabric once again pinching between the cleft of her ass, but this time far more sharply and more painfully. Underestimating the durability of the panties, Umbridge was forced to pull harder than expected, Amelia wincing and gritting her teeth as the lace bit into her skin, carving a red mark between her cheeks, until they finally gave away and were torn to shreds, the panties being tossed across the floor. As the tatters drifted to the ground, Umbridge accentuated the point with a swift Incendio, scorching the shredded underwear into a fine ash. As a result of the action, Amelia's cock flopped down between her thighs, her lady-hood remaining soft; another delightful advantage of the necklace's charm: momentary and controllable arousal. In truth, Amelia's cock was rather unremarkable, standing at seven inches hard and five soft. Hardly the powerhouse of a shaft that some witches were bestowed, yet decidedly enough for her and her husband. Not bothering to inspect that aspect of Amelia's anatomy, Umbridge instead turned to Amelia's scrunched up face and smiled, "And what do we say when someone does you a favour?"
"Thank you, Professor Umbridge, for stopping me from dressing like a slut…" Amelia beamed, her cheeks a deep red, her smile forced, yet the façade being enough to please Umbridge. The rush of excitement that bubbled within Umbridge couldn't be understated.
"Good. Now. It is time for your first punishment. I should think that thirty sharp spanks to each of your naughty cheeks will get the message across," Professor Umbridge announced, positioning herself slightly to the side of Amelia's ass. In truth, the true bitterness in Dolores' voice was still unknown. If anyone had overheard this, they would have assumed it to be some over-exaggerated attempt at a roleplay, and not the intense power-play that Umbridge was actually taking. However, the first spank that resonated in that room would have quelled any queries as to just what Umbridge thought of Amelia Bones.
Bringing her hand down onto Amelia's ass, Umbridge closed her eyes as the cracking sound of flesh against flesh filled the room. The resounding smack echoed around the small confines of the office, bouncing from wall to wall as Amelia let out a sharp squeal of pain, clutching at the edge of the desk. Her ass cheek burned, with Umbridge's handprint already singeing itself into her tender skin, her cheeks bouncing for several seconds before settling. Looking down at her handiwork, Umbridge let out a soft moan as Amelia's ass burned a soft a red. Not waiting a single moment longer, she spanked her a second time. And a third time. Making sure each one was as sharp, if not sharper, than the first, and always pausing long enough for Amelia's sounds of protests and childish pleading to fill the room. Strike after strike sent shivers and quivers of pleasure thrumming through Umbridge's body. There were few delights that muster arousal in her body, but the squealing, flailing howls of a woman she despised, pleading for her to stop spanking her, were among the few delights that made her cock throb intensely. Swapping over to her other ass cheek, Umbridge brought it to the same light red hue, the skin becoming hot to the touch and sensitive to any passing movement. Fighting the urge to let tears streak across her face, Amelia dutifully took her punishment, allowing her ass to be struck again and again. With fifteen spanks on each of ass cheeks, Amelia comforted herself in the fact that she was half-way through, yet each spank after those first fifteen only hurt more and caused her ass to burn hotter, the red glow in her cheeks promising to linger longer and longer the more Umbridge unleashed.
The next strike caused Amelia to whimper as Umbridge raised her wand in her hand. It was hardly the perfect spanking implement, but it held enough of a spring that it cracked firmly against her rear end, imprinting a blistering red streak across her already rosy, red ass. Clutching at the table, she winced and grumbled with each smack, her desire to squeal and screech diminishing with each painful rally against her pliable ass cheeks. Of course, Umbridge savoured each strike, adoring the way her wand made criss-crossed marks in her skin, her ass shaking and jiggling with each powerful movement. As the last couple spanks neared, Amelia gritted her teeth and took her punishment as it was doled out, with Umbridge ensuring the last few hits came directly from her palm and were sent with enough force that Amelia's desk ever so slightly creaked across the floor. Finally, the last resounding spank hit against Amelia's ass and the woman buckled completely, allowing a tear to crest across her cheek, her ass being tender in more ways than she could imagined. Even the simple brush of cool air against her ass was enough to rekindle the blistering pain brought about by the vicious pink clad woman. As Amelia's grip on the table weakened, she felt herself slipping down onto the floor, dropping onto her knees as she looked up at the stout smile on Umbridge's face, "Have you learnt your lesson, Ms Bones?"
"Yes, Professor Umbridge… It won't happen again…" Amelia mewled, wiping her tears from her cheek as Umbridge stepped slightly closer, her smile growing taut upon her aged cheeks. Despite being under her control, Amelia's face still complied to Umbridge's ideal desire: meek and fearful subservience.
"Good. I should think so. However, we are not quite done here yet. Discipline comes in two very important forms. There is the actual punishment which is used as a deterrent to further prohibited actions. And then, there are reparations, performed by the guilty party to the afflicted party as a means of imparting humility," Professor Umbridge explained, drawing closer and closer to Amelia's slumped form, "And given that Cornelius is indisposed at the moment, such reparations shall have to be given to the closest executive staff member of his. So, Ms Bones, are you prepared to make your apology?"
"I am so very sorry… I shall not misbehave… I promise…" Ms Bones whimpered, wiping a beaded tear from her eye and looking up as Professor Umbridge hopefully, her smile slowly disappearing as the stern and unflinching look on Umbridge's face intensified.
"Come, Ms Bones. You and I both know that such words are hollow. Actions, my dear. Actions speak louder than words…" she explained, standing up straight and setting her wand down on the table to her side. Confused, Amelia looked up at Umbridge and for the first time noted the sizable bulge pushing against the woman's bright pink dress, her arousal now manifested In its entirety. The implication was clear. Incredibly clear.
"You'd… You'd like me to…" she murmured, her lip quivering as Umbridge smiled and nodded. Plucking her wand up swiftly, Umbridge effortlessly removed the lower portion of her dress, keeping the top portion on to cover her breasts and stomach, only allowing her cock to be exposed. With her eyes widening at the sight before her, Amelia couldn't help but gulp. Professor Umbridge was a rather well-endowed woman. Perhaps it was her squatter stature that made it look almost inhumanly large, but it was an easy eleven inches, maybe even twelve. It probably would have looked more natural on a six-foot three man, but on her stout figure, it was a humungous club of thick throbbing flesh. Curiously, beneath her clothing, Umbridge neglected any underwear, instead only wearing a pair of beige tights that rode to the top of her thigh, held in place by her puffy flesh and cut short just below the curve of her ass. Completely unshaven, the woman boasted a rather thick and bushy tuft of brown hair above her crotch. Eyeing the entire length up, Amelia, behind the glassy eyes of her enchanted self, silently pleaded that Umbridge wouldn't force that shaft anywhere it wouldn't fit.
"Yes, Ms Bones. I would like you show me just how sorry you are. Preferably with your mouth, if you don't mind," Umbridge said, with a matter-of-fact tone that was simply disconcerting. Clasping her hands behind her back, she pushed her crotch lightly forwards, her cock smacking against her thigh.
"My… My mouth…" Amelia murmured, not knowing where to begin with such an enlarged length. Her hesitancy made it all the sweeter for Umbridge. If she wanted, she would already be balls deep in her gullet, yet the tentative uncertainty gave her such a rush of commanding excitement.
"Yes. You have given a blowjob before Ms Bones?" Umbridge asked, lifting Amelia's chin upwards with a smile. Of course, Umbridge had always assumed that a woman like Amelia would have obviously wrapped her lips around a great deal many cocks, suckling and gorging herself like a whore befitting of her familial name. Nodding meekly, Amelia saw the smile curl into one of malice, "Then go on. Nice and deep."
That was all that needed to be said for Amelia to reach out with a shaky hand and grab Umbridge's cock by the base, lifting it upwards and angling the head towards her mouth. Still uncertain and nervous, she brought her other hand up to support the hefty meat, shuffling forwards with her position and looking up at Umbridge behind those glossy, enchanted eyes. Parting her lips, Amelia was forced to bring her bulbous tip towards her mouth. Rolling back the woman's foreskin, she unveiled the thick head of Umbridge's cock, the purplish bulb slick and plentiful with pre-cum. Softly squeaking as Amelia did this, Umbridge smiled with that sickly-sweet smile, waiting for the heavenly moment when Amelia Bones wrapped her whorish lips around the head of her cock. Inching closer and closer, Amelia could taste her pre-cum on the air, feeling the heat of her pulsating length shifting closer and closer. Feeling as if she was purposefully being controlled in the most tortuous manner, Amelia conceded herself to simply being allowed to be used like this, knowing there was very little she could do. Watching her own lips inch closer and closer, Amelia finally felt the slickness of Umbridge's pre-cum on her lips, her mouth slowly rolling over the head of her cock, the salty muskiness of her Umbridge's cock head coating her tongue.
The moment her cock touched Amelia's lips, there was a sudden shift in the woman's demeanour. No longer was Amelia furtive and uncertain in her movements. Instead, she became somewhat ravenous. Utterly consumed by lust and desire like a demon possessed. Her tongue lapped and curled around Umbridge's head, flicking, and darting back and forth as she salivated like crazy, being made to look like an insatiable cock slut that lived and breathed to gorge herself on Umbridge's cock. Her hands began to pump along her cock, her wrists twisting as she drove them downwards, massaging and lavishing her length with the most tender and sumptuous strokes she could muster. Shuffling on her knees, she swapped her position, angling her head downwards so that she could drizzle and drool saliva down Umbridge's cock, the substance being quickly collected by her hands and liberally smeared along the entire length, lubing her cock to a glossy shimmer. The sudden change left Amelia shell-shocked as her body was dragged around in such an unnaturally salacious way. Popping her lips from Umbridge's cock, she breathed deeply, a perverse grin stretching across her lips as she stared up at Umbridge with intense desire in her eyes. Lunging back forwards, she took her cock back into her mouth, bathing the sensitive tip of her cock in saliva, her tongue acting as a brush across canvas, drenching and draping her supple flesh in pleasurable bliss. Yet, despite the way her body was being used as a sex-doll puppet and humiliated in the most derogatory way, the strangest and skin curling thing about it all was the way that Umbridge looked down at her. That same smile, occasionally intermittent with a soft moan or squeak of pleasure. It was absolutely unnerving to see, Amelia thought.
Slowly, she began to bob her head hungrily along the first couple inches of Umbridge's cock. Amelia wasn't a stranger to giving blowjobs, but she was hardly the cock-sucking maestro that Umbridge was moving her like. Her and her husband enjoyed a modest sex life, but she rarely sucked cock. As such, the constant pushes of her veined cock against the back of her throat made her gag wildly and instinctively. There were some natural reactions that that pendant of hers simply couldn't inhibit. It didn't stop her from having that cock jammed into her mouth, pushed right up against the last barrier defence of her gullet. It seemed as if the pleasure demon occupying her body was also gagging and spluttering, never once pushing beyond and simply sucking on the first three inches, dragging her slick lips along her length, salivating wildly at the sumptuous taste, and relishing each spurt of pre-cum that her professor deigned to offer her. Her hands worked religiously along her cock, dropping down to ensure that her wrinkled balls were also liberally coated in saliva, her hands cradling them delicately as she suckled on the tip of her cock. Once again plucking her lips away from her cock, Amelia stretched her tongue out like an inexperienced schoolgirl mimicking the falsehoods of what muggle porn dictated as pleasurable, proceeding to smack the head of Umbridge's cock against her tongue, moaning and groaning despite being disgusted and abhorred. It was horrible to feel her body being used in such a way. Especially as her cock began to harden, slowly stiffening between her thighs. The internal debate as to whether or not this was Umbridge's doing or her own personal reaction was soul crushing; and if it was Umbridge, it was evidently having the desired effect.
Swallowing her cock once again, Amelia's lips glided across those first glossy inches, before suddenly stopping. Confused, Amelia looked up as much as her fixed eyes would allow, only to see a distinct smirk on Umbridge's face. Worried, Amelia swiftly felt a slow return to a more robotic series of movements. Her lips clunkily and shakily moved back and forth, working a slow rhythm along Umbridge's first three inches, her hands no longer jerking swiftly back and forth and instead being relegated to supporting her mammoth length. And then, the penny dropped. Slowly and steadily, Amelia's lips were forced downwards, inching down to that three-inch mark and steadily threatening to go beyond it. Umbridge's engorged cockhead jammed and jutted against the back of her throat, her body's instincts fighting in her meek defence, yet it was all to no avail. Amelia was forced to swallow, welcoming that fourth inch into her mouth, the tip of Umbridge's cock entering her gullet. Coughing and gagging wildly, Amelia's throat spasmed and clenched, spittle building up in her mouth as the enchantment pinned her in place, forcibly ensuring that she couldn't pull back, despite everything in her body trying to do otherwise. Saliva began to roll down her chin with each splutter, her lips quivering and stretching as the discomfort became immeasurable. Tears of uncomfortableness began to bead in her eyes, eventually creasing and beginning to roll down her flustered cheeks. It was a terrible feeling, choking and gagging on a thick unmoving cock, yet having her lips held in place maintained a constant level of obstinate discomfort, all the while being stared at being that sickly-sweet smile, moans and squeals escaping Umbridge's pursed lips. Pre-cum flooded down her throat, showing just how much Umbridge relished the satisfaction of her dissatisfaction. To think the woman got more out of the displeasure of others than the pleasure that was in itself enveloping her very cock.
Steadily, she was forced to gulp down more and more of her engorged length, her throat tightening the further and further she went. Every instinctual movement her body made was ignored in lieu of the pursuit of further pleasures, much to Amelia's constant discomfort. Inch after inch slipped into her throat as she struggled to swallow down the pent-up saliva, causing it to begin to roll down her lower lip, gleaming across her chin as she coughed wildly. It took a lot of effort, but eventually her lips were wrapped around the majority of her cock, with only two inches remaining out of her gullet. Suddenly, her body stopped, keeping her in place as she dribbled over herself, her eyes tearing up as streams of uncomfortable tears rolled across her cheeks. Why Umbridge stopped her there remained a mystery to Amelia. The view she had at the moment largely comprised of her crotch and the massive nest of untamed hair that her nose was barrelling towards. Yet, if she craned her eyes upwards as best as she could in her controlled state she could see Umbridge fishing around in her dress pocket for something. Plucking out the yellow crystal, she held it in place with a smirk. One of her stubby hands roamed across Amelia's head, threading her fingers through her hair with a vice like grip. The strength that the woman boasted was beyond what Amelia considered possible from a woman her size, yet it was ultimately pointless to dwell on it given that Amelia didn't even have the choice to fight it. Slowly, Umbridge brought the gem back up to her necklace and reaffixed it in place, twisting it back into the bracket it was held in, momentarily breaking the spell over Amelia.
It was in that moment that Amelia learned just what the spell had been doing for her. With control of her head back, she learned that the enchanted version of herself had managed to perfectly balance Umbridge's cock inside her throat, limiting the amount of gagging and spluttering that ensued. Now that she was entirely in control, it felt as if she was going to choke. Saliva began to flood over her chin as she reached up and pushed against Umbridge's stomach. However, she felt weakened in her current state, her throat continuously fighting against her even as she tried to unsheathe the cock in her throat. All of that combined with Umbridge's hand keeping her trapped where she was meant that Amelia's face was becoming considerably flustered as she choked wildly on the woman's cock. As she steadied herself and found an angle that wasn't unbelievably uncomfortable, Amelia looked up at Umbridge and saw that sweet smile on her face. Suddenly, the grip on her head intensified and she felt her lips being pushed further along that fat shaft, her throat spasming and twitching, fighting at every point. Despite Amelia's best efforts to free herself, she found it nearly impossible. She'd have to wrestle over ten inches of cock out of her throat when Umbridge only had to thrust forward two. Bit by uncomfortable bit, she was pushed further towards that hag's crotch, her wiry pubic hair beginning to bristle against her nose. With the last piece of mustered strength she had, Amelia pushed backwards, but ultimately had her lips forced firmly against the base of her cock, the woman's wrinkled balls smacking firmly and heavily against her chin, her nose thrust deep into the nest of hair as her throat threatened to tear open at the slightest wrong move. No matter what she did, she was constantly gagging and spluttering. Strands of spittle were now flailing from the point of her chin, dripping, and dribbling down onto her clothing, her face a mess of smeared make-up, spittle and tears, her body shuddering as she fought to free herself. Slowly, Umbridge steadied her position and looked down into Amelia's defenceless and helpless eyes, that smile turning into a malicious and threatening grin at the drop of a hat. Gulping both out of fear and as a result of the cock in her throat, Amelia watched her lips curl back, seething with anger and Umbridge reiterated her point.
"Given that I will no longer be at the ministry and capable of providing you with your necessary punishments, I would of course hate to have to settle for the next best thing. Just imagine… Your lips… They look so delightfully similar to Susan's…" Umbridge squeaked. At the mention of her niece's name, Amelia's instincts kicked in. Reaching up, she attempted to grab and crush Umbridge's balls, yet her hand was suddenly tugged away and held to one side, guided by Umbridge's wand, "No doubt she's a good student, but even good students need to be punished. And the minister for magic has authorised that I provide a most thorough disciplinary action to whomever I deem deserving of it. Should your actions colour my decision of whom I deem deserving, It would be very painful and uncomfortable for sweet little Susan. Remember that Ms Bones… The next time our Minister makes his opinion explicitly clear…"
Howling into the cock stuffed in her throat, Amelia was immediately silenced by Umbridge once again plucking the gemstone from her necklace, Amelia's fists unclenching as she swiftly returned to her steady and rhythmic pleasuring of Umbridge's cock. Steadily, she began to bob her head back and forth, swallowing inch after inch of her cock, taking every single one of her twelve inches in and out of her throat with ease. Or rather speed. Her throat remained untrained and prone to continuous gagging and spluttering, delights that only added to the pleasure to Umbridge. Lifting her hand delicately to Umbridge's balls, Amelia was forced to massage them softly and intimately, forced to hold the very things she wished to crush mercilessly, and instead lavish them with tenderness. Slurping on her cock, Amelia allowed spit to run over her chin, her controlled body no longer caring about the state she had been left in, prompting her to just allow her lips to push and pull themselves to the tune of Umbridge's squeaky moans. Umbridge ensured that Amelia was firm and swift with her movements, her lips colliding swiftly and hungrily with the base of her cock, with Amelia's tongue even stretching out of her cock-stuffed mouth to casually lap and lick at Umbridge's swinging balls. Pre-cum flooded down her throat to the point that Amelia was quite aware of the distinct taste. She could do nothing about it of course, though it wasn't entirely unpleasant. Breathing deeply, Umbridge felt herself on the very cusp of orgasm. Frankly, she had made her point and whilst she would have enjoyed tormenting this woman for the rest of the day, there was only so much she could do in an ill-equipped office setting. That and she had other matters to attend to. Still, she wanted Amelia to understand exactly the lengths that she was willing to go in order to degrade her.
As such, when it came time for her orgasm, Umbridge silently coaxed Amelia into sliding her lips along the entire length of her cock, pulling them back and finally freeing her gullet from the thick intruder. Forcing Amelia's breathing to remain slow and steady, Umbridge disallowed her the pleasure of gasping for air, instead keeping her cheeks a rosy, red tinge of discomfort. Keeping her lips stretched wide, Amelia began to wildly jerk and stroke Umbridge's cock, wanting to milk her dry. Looking on in displeased horror, Amelia watched as Umbridge let out a hoarse growl of pleasure, sending several long strands of cum flying from the head of her cock. Those splashes of cum painted themselves across her face, coating her in the substance. Continuing to pump her cock religiously, she drew out several more spurts of cum, ensuring that every inch of her face and clothing was smeared with at least one bead of cum, adding onto the spittle and pre-cum that already soaked her entire person. It took a minute or so, but eventually, Umbridge stopped cumming, her cock softening in Amelia's hands. Leaning forwards, Amelia gave her pulsating cockhead one last intimate kiss, staring with glassy eyes up at Umbridge. The moment she let go of Umbridge's cock, the woman waved her wand and had the lower half of her gaudy outfit reaffixed to her body. Checking that she had indeed fixed the way she looked, Umbridge turned back to Amelia with a smile, "And what do we say, Susan?"
"Thank you, Professor Umbridge, for the tasty treat. A filthy slut like me doesn't deserve your generosity…" Amelia responded with faux, forced glee. Meanwhile, fury once again bubbled within Amelia's body as that hag uttered her niece's name.
"You are most welcome," Umbridge smiled, lifting a hand up to replace the gem to her necklace, only to stop. A thought crossed her mind. Hovering her hand in place, Umbridge stared at Amelia and with a single glance caused pleasure to flood through the woman's body. Suddenly, Amelia was writhing in place, thrusting her crotch instinctively forwards, her cock hardening and twitching between her thighs. Within seconds, a spurt of cum shot from the end of her cock, splashing up and onto Amelia's clothing, further adding to the sticky mess she had been left in. After a few moments, she slumped back down, pleasure lingering in her body. As Umbridge replaced the gem in her necklace, the spell breaking and Amelia being able to gasp and gulp air down for the first time since Umbridge pushed her fat cock into her mouth, Umbridge smiled, "I didn't think you would enjoy it that much, Susan…"
And with that, Umbridge left the room, leaving Amelia to wipe her chin as she breathed heavily, her heart racing and her entire body a distinct and complete mess. Propping herself up against the table, she finally caught her breath, absolutely furious that Umbridge would dare threaten her like that. However, there seemed to be very little she could do. She had the ministry in her pocket and the means to control people into doing and saying as she pleased. All that she could do was ensure that her niece remained as safe as possible whilst attending Hogwarts. Pushing up onto her feet, she fumbled around for her wand, waving it a few times before her eyes widened in horror. Any attempt she made to use magic to clean herself up was met with complete failure. The spell would cast itself yet fizzle out before it got anywhere close to cleaning her. Looking around her office for any spare clothing she had, she cursed the fact that they were all down in her locker. Several floors below. With only elevator access. On the verge of exploding into anger, she begrudgingly wiped up as best she could with the meek tissues she had on her desk before braving the final stroke of humiliation Professor Dolores Umbridge had so kindly deigned to give her.
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed that chapter. These early chapters are largely the same in terms of content, but a lot of the details surrounding the encounters and the internal character stuff is changed around. I was largely happy with the initial chapters as they were the ones, I envisioned most clearly beforehand. As always though, if you would like the read the original unedited versions of the chapters, please visit my blog where they are all posted for you to enjoy.
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