A World for Witches
Chapter 2 – Crime and Punishment
Harry had very quickly picked up the rules of Quidditch and Angelina was impressed. The way he had simply plucked the Snitch out of the air once she released it had her hopeful that Headmistress McGonagall had in fact found her a Seeker. It did make sense, given who his dad was. Everyone knew how good James Potter was on a broom, and Angelina now had faith that Harry would be equal to him.
The other thing that Harry had picked up quickly was how to worship a cock. Once she had taught him the rules of Quidditch and watched him zoom around on a school broom, she had almost immediately moved on to her second favourite thing in the world, sex. Or more specifically, taking ripe boipussy and putting it to good use at the end of her cock. Currently however, it was his mouth being put to work.
"You're a natural," Angelina enthused as Harry feverishly worked over the sensitive tip of her cock with his tongue before taking her whole shaft back down her throat. It had only taken him two attempts to cram her entire length into his throat, but she guessed that was because he had managed the same feat with McGonagall's larger length the previous day.
She was propped up on her elbows and simply loved the sight of his green eyes. They were so bright and communicated so much. When she had first proposed, commanded really, that he pleasure her, they had shown some hesitation. Hesitation that he had then verbalised; "Someone might see," he had said meekly.
She had simply smiled at him; "Good, maybe they'll join in," and Harry again tried to get his mind to think like a wizard and not a muggle.
His emerald eyes had then blazed with awe, wonder and barely concealed lust when she revealed her hard shaft to him. And once her cock was lodged firmly in his throat, they had shifted to the beautiful dual-look of submission and desire. Angelina's favourite look in the eyes of a cute wizard such as Harry.
"Don't forget my balls, Harry," she reminded him as he worked up and down her shaft.
"Sorry, mistress," he apologised, instantly making up for it. He jerked her shaft with one hand, whilst he lowered his mouth to her juicy balls, sucking on them one at a time.
"That's ok," she laughed. "You're such a good boy," she reassured him. And she was not lying, he was taking to his new life, this new world, very well. She guessed he may have had a talk with one of the other sissies in his dorm. "You feel how full how they are? How full of cum they are for you," she teased him. Harry moaned in the affirmative into her balls, sending brilliant vibrations through Angelina's body. "Mmm, yes," she groaned in approval.
Harry worshipped Angelina's testicles as he had done her cock. Lavishing them with the attention of his tongue, swabbing them in saliva and sucking hard on them. He was already in love with her musky scent, so for good measure he buried his nose in her balls and breathed it all in.
"You're a little slut already, aren't you?" Angelina could not help but grin at Harry's eagerness. Only one day after his first encounter with a Witch's wand as well. "Ok, now get back onto the shaft," she instructed him. Harry re-emerged from between Angelina's legs and took her cock back into his mouth. "All the way down… good boy," she encouraged him as Harry returned his nose into Angelina's shaved pubis. "Now stay still and keep that throat open for me like a good slut," she said as she took hold of the back of his head, her neck holding her head up to admire the sight before her. Then with some might she thrust upwards into his throat. And she did not stop there. She repeated the movement again and again, her cock ramming itself into the depths of Harry's clutching oesophagus.
He could only take it. Angelina's grip on his head was firm and tight. He could simply endure as he repeatedly gagged around Angelina's length. But he could not deny that he was enjoying it. His cock was dribbling pre-cum into the grass below, his little member having hardened and remained hard since he first lay eyes on Angelina's meat.
Angelina released his head and let him come up for some air, which he did, panting hard, her cock next to his cheek. "Get back down on it," she told him after a few seconds. He did as he was told immediately, taking one last lungful of air, before making his way back down to her base. "Hold it," she told him, a moment before wrapping her legs around his head and forcing him down. "Hold it, hold it… no hands!" she barked at him, as he tried to use them to indicate that he was running low on air. "Hands behind your back, slut. You breathe when I tell you to," she told him, in a tone that suggested it would be unwise to protest in any way. Harry placed his hands behind his back. "Now look at me with those perfect green eyes," Angelina commanded. Harry looked up, to see her sadistic smirk through his watery eyes. Angelina liked nothing more than making a little sissy tear up on her cock. "Your face looks so cute between my thighs," she cooed, increasing her grip around his head. "No you don't," she mocked him as she felt his head try and wriggle out of her hold. "Stay… good boy," she said once he stilled. "You're a messy little slut, aren't you?" she laughed as saliva dropped down from Harry's mouth and onto her balls and the surrounding area. "Ok, 3… 2… 1…" she finally released her legs from around his head. More because she could feel her orgasm building already and was desperate to have a go in his ass first.
Harry shot up from Angelina's shaft and turned away, coughing and spluttering into the grass. He did not know how much longer he could have gone before he would have succumbed to unconsciousness. Despite this, being so firmly imprisoned by Angelina's muscular legs had been a phenomenal thrill. Her pure power and athletic prowess were a stark contrast to Harry's slight form. He had felt so weak and yet so empowered.
Angelina had reached over for her wand before moving over to her new toy. She gently grasped his chin and raised his face to hers. "You were such a good boy," she told him genuinely, beaming almost proudly at him.
"Thank you, mistress," he said with deference.
"You want your captain's big cock in your ass now?" she asked him. "Want me to split open your boipussy?"
He blushed at her and looked down. "Yes, please, mistress," he answered quietly.
"Look at me and say it again," she ordered.
"Yes please, mistress," he said again, looking into her deep brown eyes. He saw lust and sadism, but compassion too.
"So good," she moaned before standing up. "Face on the floor, ass in the air," she commanded. Harry got into her requested permission, even arching his back for her. "Such a perfect ass," she complimented, giving it a playful slap. Harry yelped.
With her wand she cast a quick lubrication charm, she did not have the patience to prepare him with her mouth after what he had just done to her. Dropping her wand gently into the grass at her side, she grasped her cock with one hand and placed it at his entrance. And then she slammed her entire length inside with one explosive thrust. She roared in domineering victory, as if she had just won the Quidditch cup and Harry screamed in pain. He was thankful then for his conversation with Ron the previous evening.
Ron had noticed Harry wincing whenever he sat down, after he had returned from wherever it was that McGonagall had taken him. Her office, he had correctly presumed.
So that evening when Harry excused himself from the common room, earlier than everyone else, Ron followed the limping boy up to their dorm room.
"You ok, Harry?" Ron asked once he stepped inside.
"Oh," Harry turned around surprised. "Yeah," he blushed sheepishly.
"McGonagall go hard on you?" Ron questioned, walking over to a cupboard in the corner of the room, by Neville's bed.
"I think she went easy," he admitted. "I explained what happened so she didn't punish me fully," he said.
"First time?" Ron turned back around with a clear pot, filled with some sort of white cream.
"Yeah," Harry admitted, blushing further again.
"I used this stuff on my first time too," Ron said, indicating to Harry to follow him over to the latter's bed. "Though that was probably not as good as this stuff. Professor Black has probably made this," he elucidated. "Take off your clothes."
"Why?" Harry asked, unsure.
"So I can apply this to your little hole, silly," Ron smiled.
"Oh," Harry giggled. He looked nervously again at Ron.
"Harry, I'm gonna see it all eventually, might as well get to it now."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah, Witches love seeing wizards together," Ron told him, sounding almost excited.
"Oh," Harry said simply. "I've got a lot to learn."
"Don't worry, I'll teach you," Ron reassured him sweetly. "Now get undressed and lie on your front," Ron reiterated. Harry slowly took off his clothes, still not used to the sexual openness of the Witching world. When he dropped his underwear, he instinctively covered himself. "Don't worry Harry, mine is small and cute too!" Harry moved his hands, revealing his small, soft cock. "We're about the same size," Ron told him. "I bet in this dorm, we're all about that size," Ron guessed.
Harry nodded at his new friend, before lying on top of his duvet, his ass pointed towards Ron. Ron perched himself on Harry's bed and twisted the lid off the pot. Placing the lid on the bed, he held it with his right-hand and dipped his left finger in, scooping up some of the creamy substance. "Spread your cheeks for me," he said to Harry.
Harry reached behind him and gently spread his ass, revealing his sore, red, still gaping hole to Ron. "She really did a number on you," Ron giggled as leant forward and gently dabbed some of the cream on Harry. Harry winced at the contact but then groaned at the instant soothing effect of the substance. "This should help with the soreness. Though you'll need to put more on tomorrow," Ron informed him. "When mummy took me for the first time, I had to use this for days," he confessed.
"Your mother?" Harry asked, still holding on to his cheeks.
"I know it's seen as weird by muggles, but that happened to every wizard in the Witching world," he informed Harry. "And there's no greater a feeling," he added, as he slipped the tip of his creamy finger into Harry's hole.
"Really?"
"Oh yes," Ron said.
"Well I'll never feel that," Harry said morosely.
"I'm sorry, Harry," Ron quickly apologised. "I didn't think."
"It's ok," Harry sighed.
Ron slipped his finger all the way into Harry, being careful to not exasperate the situation. Once he felt that there was enough of the healing cream inside of the black-haired boy, he removed his finger and added some more around the edge of the hole. "All done," he finally said.
"It feels better already," Harry said. "Thank you."
"Anytime," Ron said. "I'll leave this here," he placed the pot, lid back on, on the bedside table, next to where Harry had placed his glasses.
Ron turned to leave, but Harry gently tugged on his hand. "Could you m-m-maybe stay?" Harry asked nervously.
"You want me to get in bed with you?"
"Yes, please," Harry confirmed softly.
Ron shrugged. "Sure. What brought this on? Ten minutes ago, you could barely strip in front of me?"
"I don't want to be alone anymore," Harry said, finally remaking eye contact.
Ron simply nodded. "You won't be again," he promised, before helping Harry get under the duvet, stripping and getting under it himself.
Harry turned towards Ron and the two stared at each other for a few seconds. Green eyes met blue. Before they moved closer and kissed. It was gentle and sweet and lasted but a few moments. Before Harry pulled away and turned away. Ron snuggled in behind, spooning him gently, his thumb rubbing circles on Harry's hand.
Harry shivered as Ron gently pressed his lips into Harry's neck. "I won't be able to resist touching you tomorrow," he told him.
"Don't," said Harry simply, before drifting off to sleep.
Ron lay awake for some time once Harry was asleep. Just listening to the boy's gentle breathing. Ron wanted to care for the boy as much as he could. Something was clearly very wrong at home, besides the obvious. But Ron vowed to be there.
And he would be.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Angelina roared as she continued her assault on Harry's ass. She had been fucking him for over ten minutes and his ass had accommodated her like none other. His walls were so velvety and seemed to move and flex around her cock, keeping her firmly encased, whilst still being pliable enough for her to slam into him as hard as she wanted.
"Please can I cum, mistress?" Harry pleaded.
"Again?" Angelina smacked Harry's ass at his audacity. "You've already cum twice on my cock!"
"You just feel too good, mistress," he whined in explanation.
"Because you've been a good boy, you can cum when I do," she allowed. "But for now, get back to sucking on my toes," she said. Her foot was planted in the grass by Harry's face, allowing her to access a new angle and to enjoy her new seeker's obedience.
Harry happily took Angelina's big toe back between his lips, sucking on it like it was a lollipop. He'd rather have a cock between his lips, but the only one around was currently occupied. And there was nothing he wanted more in that moment than for Angelina to continue plundering his insides.
"Too good, too good, too good," Angelina muttered under her breath after a few more minutes. She could feel her orgasm approaching quickly and decided that she wanted to pump her load in Harry in a more intimate position. She pulled herself from his ass and aggressively shoved him down to the floor, before rapidly clambering onto him and sinking herself back inside of his perfect hole.
Now that his mouth was unoccupied Harry could whine and moan loudly, which he did as Angelina slammed directly down, her cock carving through his ass with pleasurable ease. He could feel her breath on his neck, and then her tongue and teeth on his neck. "I love marking little sluts and showing everyone they're mine," she growled into his ear before biting down on his exposed neck. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark and make Harry cry out in ecstatic pain. He had no idea why it felt so good, but it did. And he could hold on no longer.
"Oh, Mistress, I'm gonna cum!" he cried. But he was saved from punishment. Harry's cries, the feel of his neck between her teeth and the dramatic shudders that jolted through his body all combined to push Angelina over the edge too.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuck!" she roared in his ear, planting herself as deep inside of Harry as she could one last time, before her shaft pulsed and then exploded, depositing her white cream deep inside of him.
"Oh, mistress!" Harry cried along with her, but a lot quieter than her guttural and animalistic roar. Though his pleasure was no lesser, his body too quaked and shook beneath the blanket of Angelina's athletic form.
Being his third orgasm, little cum was expelled from his body, but the small amount that did wetted the grass beneath. The same could certainly not be said of Angelina, whose cum was almost overflowing from his ass when she eventually rolled off of him.
"Mistress," Harry started in a quiet voice. "Could you please plug me before I give you a proper thank you? I think all your delicious cream might spill out if I move."
Angelina giggled at him. "Of course, baby," she flashed him her pearly whites. She reached for her wand, that she had earlier dropped in the grass and found it. Before using it to summon Harry's plug. "I think your ass is wet enough, and gaped enough, to put this straight in," she predicted. She was right. The plug slid in with a squelch. "All sealed up," she said, gently tapping his ass.
Harry immediately got to his knees and positioned himself between Angelina's legs. "Thank you for using me, mistress. And for generously donating your cum," he looked up at her, blushing, as he said the words.
"Anytime, cutie," she said, stroking his messy hair. "You can clean me up."
Harry pulled back Angelina's foreskin and got to work, slurping up the remains of her load from around her flared head. The taste was made even more pleasant by the fact that he could taste the depths of his ass on her.
"I think that's good enough," she told him, now lying flat on her back. "Come up here," she said. Harry crawled his way up the side of her body and snuggled into her hard form. "I'm going to use you every chance I get," she declared. "Not one single other person has as good a hole as you."
"Thank you," Harry said, playing idly with one of her dark nipples.
"Call me Captain, when we're not having sex," she requested.
"Aye, aye, Captain," Harry joked.
"Cheeky boy," she swatted him playfully on the ass. "We'll lie here for a bit, then I'm gonna fuck you again, and then you can go to your lessons," she announced.
"I am yours to do with as you please, mistress," he replied obediently.
"Mmm, you always know exactly what to say."
Angelina was not the only extra-curricular meeting that Harry had that day. Professor Prewett had requested his presence in her office after dinner. And so, Harry found himself outside of her door, late in the evening.
He had no idea as to why she had asked him to be there. He certainly hoped that he was not in any trouble. Nothing came to mind when thinking of a possible reason. But he was about to find out.
He knocked gently on the door, his hesitance coming through in his soft knocks. "Come in!" came Professor Prewett's voice. Harry opened the door and took a couple of tentative steps in, the door winging closed behind him.
But then he stopped, startled, once he realised what was going on in the room. Alice Prewett was leaning back in her chair, one arm behind her head, the other moving back and forth, obviously guiding someone's head up and down her dick. Harry could hear the loud slurping and gagging noises from where he was standing. "Come closer, Harry. Don't be scared," the Charms professor said encouragingly to Harry, who slowly approached where she was sat. "I'm just teaching Finnigan here what happens when you try to blow up my classroom," she explained, as said boy gagged about around her thick shaft.
Prewett's shaft was the thickest that Harry had yet to see, which fit in with the rest of the Witch's body. It looked imposing, and poor Seamus was struggling to deal with it. But all Harry saw was an interesting challenge. His mind had already been transformed to view Witches' cocks as objects of beauty in need of worship, and large ones as fun challenges. Harry felt his mouth fill up with saliva.
However, Harry's mouth was not needed. As a minute or so after Harry had stood by the Professor's chair, Alice groaned loudly, sitting up and gripping Seamus' head with both of her hands. Eyes closed she screwed her face up in pleasure, clearly unloading herself into Seamus' mouth.
Seamus looked up eagerly at his Professor as he swallowed down her liquid gift. He had struggled with the thickness of her shaft, only managing to take eight inches, but as a first year he was not expected to be able to take every Witch's shaft all the way to the base. Clearly, his efforts were enough.
"Very good, Seamus," Alice sighed as she leant back against her seat and released Seamus' head from her grip.
"Thank you for the gift of your cock and cum, mistress," Seamus thanked the Charms Professor.
"Anytime, now clean me up," she ordered. He got to it as she continued talking; "I want you to practice your Wingardium Leviosa and I expect you to be able to get a feather to at least hover by the next lesson," she told him sternly.
"Yes, mistress," he replied.
"Good, now off you pop," she said to him. "I've got to talk to Harry here."
Seamus got up form his knees and made himself presentable. "See you later, Harry," he said as he was leaving. "Thank you, mistress!" he said again, before exiting the room and shutting the door behind him.
"Now Harry, I bet you're wondering why I asked you here," she started. Harry nodded. "Well I heard all about how you helped my son with his Remembrall and I would like to give you my thanks," she smiled kindly at him.
"It w-w-was nothing r-r-really," Harry stammered.
"Not from what I hear," she purred, leaning forward and placing her hands on his trousers. She gently unbuckled them and pulled them down his legs. "Someone's excited," she giggled at the little bulge in Harry's underwear. He turned scarlet red. She too moved his underwear down his hairless legs and laughed as his little dick sprung up. "So cute," she cooed, taking it between her thumb and forefinger. "Does little Harry want to spend some time between my big tits?" she asked in a baby voice. Harry's cock jerked in excitement.
"Yes please, mistress," he said excitedly.
"You've been such a good boy," she told him, as she let go of Harry's slight appendage and used both hands to pull down her top, letting her very large breasts spill out.
They were perfect. They were large and fat, drooping spectacularly down Alice's chest. Wide areolae were topped with large, pink nipples, both sitting atop the creamy surface. Harry was once again salivating. "Does little Harry like that?"
"Yes, mistress," he replied breathily.
Alice leaned further forward still and spat on Harry's diminutive shaft, rubbing her hand up and down it, to cover its small area in saliva. Then she guided him by the waist so that he was standing directly in front of him and thus she could lift her breasts and completely cover Harry's tiny wand.
Harry's dick was completely encased in the creamy, voluptuous mounds of Professor Prewett's breasts. You could not even see the tip poking out from between them, as was the size difference. "Oh, mistress," Harry moaned loudly.
"Gonna cum already?" she chortled. They always did cum quick like this. She could fuck five orgasms out of them, but their tiny pricks never last longed between her tits.
"Mistress, I'm gonna…" but Harry did not finish his warning. For after a minute of having his cock massaged so completely, his body exploded in pleasure. Contrastingly, to the violent eruptions of his muscles, his cock simply dribbled out one measly little strand of ejaculate.
"Someone's been busy today," Alice knowingly smirked, as she scooped up all of Harry's load with her pinkie finger, and fed it to him once he had come down from his high.
"Captain Johnson showed me how to play Quidditch," he said as explanation.
"And a bit more," the Professor smirked. Harry simply blushed.
"Actually mistress, could I ask you a question?"
"Of course, Harry," she assented.
"How come Headmistress McGonagall seems to be in charge of the Gryffindor Quidditch team when you're head of house?"
"Good question," Alice said. "I am in charge of it, as head of house, but when deciding who to be captain, I gave Angelina the task of impressing Headmistress McGonagall, after she had proven to me that she was up to the task. I believe she was put through some rather vigorous tests."
"I can imagine," Harry said, thinking back to his own time with the Headmistress.
"And with you, she did inform me of what she had done, after she, well, had her time with you," Alice smirked. "Your performance during which she has not stopped talking about."
Harry blushed again. "Thank you for my treat, mistress," he said earnestly, his question now answered.
"You're very welcome, Harry. But there is one more thing I wanted to say to you, whilst you get yourself dressed again," she said to him. "I knew your parents very well," she started, Harry instantly looked straight at her. "In fact, I am actually your Godmother, Harry," she informed him.
"Oh," Harry simply said.
"And one day we will have a lengthy conversation about everything," she promised. "But it is getting late so it'll have to wait for another day."
Harry simply nodded, too stunned to say anything.
"Goodnight, Harry," she smiled at him.
"Goodnight, Professor Prewett," he replied, before leaving the room in a daze.
Alice sighed wistfully to herself once he had left. "If only you were still alive, Lily. You'd be so proud."
Much deeper in the castle, a far darker teacher-student interaction was ongoing.
Pansy Parkinson found herself strapped down to Bellatrix Black's desk. Her legs were spread wide, and her head just about reached the other side of the desk. Professor Black was prowling around the table flogger in hand, monologuing. "I find myself sitting in the staffroom one day, considering a new curse I'm working on, when in comes both Professor Prewett and Headmistress McGonagall, telling me a tale of Draco Black stealing something of Neville Prewett's. Now this seemed instantly implausible to me, I know how he was raised, I know what he is like, and he does not randomly steal people's Remembrall's. Thus, I concluded, that it was someone whispering in his ear that instructed him to do. Was that someone you, Miss Parkinson?" Bellatrix swished the flogger menacingly as she spoke.
"No, Mistress," Pansy answered desperately.
Thwack!
Pansy shrieked loudly as the flogger, with its hard, leather tails, crashed down onto her exposed lower back. "Please, Mistress!" she cried, tears filling her eyes as two more strikes came crashing down.
Coming into her head of house's office, Pansy had decided on playing the victim. The silly first year who burst into tears at the slightest disturbance. Though her mother had warned her about Bellatrix and her constant flirtation with madness, Pansy, in a mixture of naiveté and Slytherin arrogance, thought that she somehow knew better. She was wrong. From the moment that she had stepped foot in Bellatrix's dimly lit, darkly decorated office, she had been onto her. Pansy was asked of her guilt, she had pleaded innocent, and then in two simple swishes of Bellatrix's curved wand Pansy found herself naked and tied down. She was going to have to think of a new tactic.
"I am growing weary of this, Pansy," Bellatrix announced. "Admit the truth and then I can administer your punishment, and then we can get on to the fun part."
"Punishment?" Pansy whimpered.
"Oh yes, this is not your punishment, that comes after you've admitted your guilt," Bellatrix explained. "But for now, it's more of this," she said as she struck Pansy twice more, this time higher up on her back, turning the girl's skin red.
"It was me, it was me!" Pansy shrieked as hot pain sprang up across her back. "I told Draco to steal it because I thought it would be funny," she admitted.
"Oh, Pansy," Bellatrix said, uncharacteristically softly. She placed down the flogger and moved in front of Pansy, crouching down so that their faces were level. "Did you do it for that, or did you do it to make a statement, assert some control over your year? I've seen you strutting around the common room with your minions, I know your ambitions. And what better way to further them than to humiliate a Gryffindor, the house where a rival is most likely to emerge?" Bellatrix moved some of Pansy's hair from out of her face and gently stroked her cheeks.
"That was also it," Pansy acknowledged, looking through teary eyes at her head of house.
"I understand," Bellatrix said empathetically. "I've been where you are now. But I soon learnt that cheap tricks do nothing but grow resentment, real power comes from respect and fear. But you need both, otherwise whoever is at the top is vulnerable," Bellatrix philosophised. "Remember that."
"Yes, mistress," Pansy was sure that Bellatrix's words would make more sense later, when she was not in the position she was currently in.
"Now for your punishment," Bellatrix said, standing with almost giddy excitement. "Ten hits with the cane, or twenty with the paddle?" she gave Pansy her options.
"Paddle," Pansy said instantly. She had felt both before, and the paddle was always the preferred option. Pansy would have almost taken one hundred strokes with the paddle over ten with the cane.
Bellatrix shrugged off her outer layers of robes, leaving her in just her corset, skirt and heels (all black of course). Turning a creamy ass red was sweaty work after all. Walking around to the other side of her desk, she summoned over her favourite paddle, from its shelf and gripped it firmly.
Once behind Pansy, she stroked the girl's bare bottom admiringly. "This is going to be fun," Bellatrix gave out a girlish squeal, not a sound one commonly associated with the dark, brooding Witch, but one that she was known to make at the prospect of doling out punishment. "You know the drill don't you, slut," Bellatrix checked.
"Yes, mistress," Pansy confirmed. She knew exactly what was expected of her. But before she could even ready herself Bellatrix delivered the first blow. "Oooooooooone!" Pansy screamed as sharp, hot needles danced across her right ass cheek. "Thank you, mistress," she said the second part of her line.
Bellatrix knew hot to get the most out of a paddling. Not only did she deliver every blow with close to full force, but she would also take torturously long between each strike. There was no pattern, the punished never knew when the next strike was coming. They were constantly on edge. And Bellatrix loved it.
After the twentieth strike Bellatrix placed her paddle down on the desk and gently stroked Pansy's ass. It was now a deep shade of red, and was even warm to the touch. Professor Black bent down and kissed each cheek gently, almost congratulating them on their endurance, before she circled back around the desk to Pansy's front.
Banishing her clothes with a flick of her wand, Bellatrix revealed to the sobbing Pansy her full form. Bellatrix Black had always been gorgeous and time had aged her well. In fact, she was looking more imperious now than she had ever done. She was a full six feet, her legs long and toned. Her large breasts drooped deliciously down her chest, capped off with large areolae and dark, pink nipples. Her stomach was still toned from a summer of exercise, though Bellatrix knew that she would lose the definition of her abs after Christmas, only to regain it again during next summer, it was a Sisyphean task. But most intimidating about her form was her very large appendage that jutted out from her body, surrounded as it was by wild dark hairs that ran up to her belly button. The hairs of her pubis matched the hairs under her armpits; all the hair on her body, including her head was a great visual representation of her mind; untamed.
Bellatrix ran her left hand through Pansy's hair, keeping it on top of her head, holding her in place. Whilst her right hand grasped her cock and pointed straight at its target. "Open up," she commanded. Pansy glanced up at the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor through watery eyes, her tears had flowed freely during her paddling, and opened wide.
Bellatrix rammed herself into Pansy, instantly making the girl gag and wretch as Bellatrix's thick shaft fought to enter her throat. This was sex as punishment, not as fun, not as reward, not even as pleasure (at least not for Pansy), and Bellatrix would play her role with aplomb.
"Now open your throat for me," Bellatrix commanded Pansy. "Just relax it… there we go… good girl," Bellatrix felt her tip slip into Pansy's tight throat, and she quickly followed through with more of her cock. She knew that the girl would not be able to take all eleven of her inches, but she would settle for eight. "Let's see how much you can take, maybe you'll be more talented than your slut mother," Bellatrix growled as she began to fuck Pansy's face as if it were her ass.
After a few seconds she pulled out and grinned at Pansy's hacking coughs. The girl was desperately trying to get her breath back. Bellatrix let her; she would need it for what was to come next. "Take a deep breath and then open up," Professor Black said. Pansy tried to fill her lungs with plenty of oxygen before opening her mouth. When she did, Bellatrix rammed her cock straight back into Pansy's throat before reaching down and pinching her nostrils shut. Pansy squirmed and shuddered as she was suddenly completely deprived of oxygen. "Morgana, I love this," Bellatrix sighed. "The way your throat tightens around my cock as you struggle," she said maniacally. This was her favourite form of punishment, for two reasons; no-one enjoyed it, and she got immense pleasure out of it. A win-win for her. "I was going to take your ass but I think I'll save that for a rainy day," she cackled. "This is too much fun!"
Pansy continued to struggle and squirm in vain, even though she knew it was exactly what Professor Black wanted. She could not help it. Soon her chest felt heavy and ached, her vision began to blur and her limbs began to feel limp. But as soon as it was almost too much, Bellatrix released both Pansy's nose and mouth from occupation. But no sooner had she filled her lungs up with glorious oxygen, than Bellatrix shoved her balls in her mouth. "Suck them," she demanded. "I'm almost ready to paint your pretty face."
Pansy opened her mouth once more and did as was demanded of her, taking Professor Black's very full balls into her mouth and sucking on them, as she ran her tongue over the wrinkly surface. "Good girl," Bellatrix sighed as she played with herself. Occasionally, she would slap Pansy's face with her heavy shaft and giggle childishly. But would then continue toying with the head of her shaft, quickly coming up to her peak.
"Almost there," she grunted as she took a step back from Pansy's face and directed her cock straight at the girl. "Look up at me," she ordered. Pansy did so, just in time to catch the first blast of cum from her professor's cock. It splattered across her face, from her forehead to her nose. It was followed quickly by several other strands of ejaculate, all covering Pansy's face and hair in white cream.
Bellatrix was on her tip toes as pleasure coursed through her body, her balls releasing their vast amount of stored cum. "You look a treat," she said once she had painted Pansy. The girl looked half drowned in the stuff.
"Thank you for giving me the privilege of being punished by your shaft. May I please now clean you, mistress?" Pansy said the words that were her duty.
"Good girl," Bellatrix smiled down at her student, and presented the girl her slowly softening prick. "That's good, get your tongue right under there… like that… good girl," Bellatrix said soothingly. "Ok, that's enough," she pulled her dick from Pansy's mouth and then walked around her desk. Moving the chair that normally sat where Pansy was currently tied, to a couple of feet behind the girl, she sat on it and then reached forward and gently wrapped her arms around Pansy's waist. With a flick of her wrist the ropes came undone and Pansy was free. She stumbled backwards into her head of house's arms, and Bellatrix perched the girl on her lap. Pansy winced as she sat on Professor Black's lap, her ass still very sore, but the arms around her waist felt nice. "You did very good for a first-time punishment," Bellatrix told her. "I'm very proud of you."
"Thank you, mistress," Pansy replied, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the hairs running from Bellatrix's bellybutton.
"Now you're going to get dressed and then walk through the common room, my cum still plastered on that cute face, then get one your dormmates to apply plenty of cream to your ass and then you can get yourself off, ok?"
"Yes, mistress," Pansy nodded her understanding.
"Good girl," Professor Black cooed again, planting plenty of kisses up and down Pansy's neck, making the girl giggle. "Ok, off you pop," she said, shifting Pansy off of her.
Pansy got dressed in higher spirits than she had been since she had entered the room. Bellatrix simply watched her, all sorts of fantasies running through her head.
The older woman walked the younger one to the door and opened it for her. "Are you going to be a good girl, Pansy?" she asked.
"Yes, mistress," Pansy nodded and grinned. They both knew that was a lie.
"You will be a remarkable Slytherin one day," Bellatrix said. "As long as you play it right, ok?"
"Thank you, mistress," Pansy smiled up at her head of house. "Will that be all?"
Bellatrix nodded. "Goodnight, Miss Parkinson."
"Night, Professor," she replied as she hurried away back to the common room, her face still covered in cream.
Bellatrix returned to her office, closing the door behind her and stretched. "Sometimes I really do enjoy my life."
A/N: Here's chapter 2 in this fun tale, an introduction of two of my favourite characters. I hope everyone enjoyed it!
Have a good weekend ;)