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Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. Additionally, there is an onscreen and graphically described rape of a teenage girl by a much older man. Feel free to back out if need be.

Author's Note: This 'verse is very much Not Friendly towards Dumbledore. This part just compounds that.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: RAVEN (2023); MC4A (Su-Y6)
Individual Challenges: Colors of the Sky; Ravenclaw MC; Gryffindor MC; Magical MC (Y); Magical MC; Sandbox (Y); Reader; Cinematic; Gamer; Dreamers; Elder Berries [x2]; Rian-Russo Inversion; Disabled; Short Jog; Bucket Listing; The Story Goes On; Eating Cake (Y); Exchange (Y); Two Cakes (Y); Vial Collector; Ship Sails; Lunar Era; Rainbow Connection; Lemonade; Pet Food; WIP It; Mercy General (Y)
RAVEN Challenges: Set [140](Uncomfortable); Items [145](Vest); Colors [53](Fuchsia);
Other MC4A Challenges: SuB [5A](Scuba Diving); Chim [Teasel]("Wait for It" – Hamilton; Turned Left Instead AU); Hunt [Su Set (Hospital/Medical Ward)]; Fire [x3](From the Background); Garden [Tools (Ball)];
Representation(s): Toymaker Dedalus Diggle/Penelope Clearwater; Chim Song Prompt
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Grease Monkey; Lyre Liar; Muck & Slime; Rock of Ages; Abandoned Ship; In the Trench; Second Verse (Not a Lamp; Persistence Still; Found Family; Nontraditional; Mother Hen; Nightingale; Spinning Plates; Unwanted Advice; Lock & Key; Lovely Coconuts); Chorus (Odd Feathers; Pocky Pockets; Wabi Sabi; Bee Haven; Fizzy Lemonade; Mouth of Babes; Tomorrow's Shade; A Long Dog; Larger than Life); Demo 1 (Under the Bridge); Demo 2 (Sitting Hummingbird)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: T3 (Toad); SN (Rail; Negate); O3 (Olivine); Once (Santa Fe); CM (Brier; Yogin); War (Monomania; Sanctuary; Ennui)
Word Count: 1466 words

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Doll Doctor
Part 2: Saints
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Penelope had been unsettled ever since Dedalus had awakened her that morning. She kept making odd expressions before attempting to rub her face against her arms. He was certain that if he had also lifted the silencing charm on her, she would be complaining. On a positive note, she was particularly eager to accept her breakfast of oatmeal with a glass of milk. Whatever was bothering had at least returned her appetite.

Her face lit up as soon as Dedalus brought out the gray plaid school skirt that she had been wearing when they had met and an emerald green vest from his very own wardrobe. Due to the struggles Penelope had been having, Dedalus had been keeping all clothing away from her. It was to help her adjust to the submission expected of her, but his healer required all patients arrive in clothing, at least enough for basic public decency.

"Yes, precious," Dedalus said, "we are going out today. As soon as we get you dressed, we leave by portkey."

He deliberately left out where they were going. Over the years, he had found that women were a lot like animals. It wasn't a good idea to let them know ahead of time about trips to the vet. Even the most well-trained pet tended to act out if they knew they would be going to a medical appointment. Penelope was nowhere near well-trained yet.

Dedalus was as gentle as possible as he used a puppeteering jinx to keep Penelope limp enough to dress. He could feel his cock respond to how she looked in her demure school skirt in combination with the way she filled the vest. Her perfect breasts strained against the fabric, threatening to pop the trio of whalebone buttons off. The vee at the bottom bracketed her navel. Her belly ring flashed in the light of their bedroom as she panted.

Since they weren't needed, Dedalus didn't bother with any underwear or shoes for her. No reason to confuse the girl any more than she already would be. It would just set back her adjustment without any need. He checked his pocket watch before deciding that he had time to add one more detail.

He set Penelope's feet flat on the bed far enough apart that her cunt was exposed as soon as he flipped the front of her skirt up over her stomach. She fought against the spell on her limbs for a moment, no doubt because of the chill against her sensitive genitals. He stroked the area in mute apology before summoning the jewelry he wanted from the toy drawer.

The little clip and chain seemed innocuous. Penelope whined as Dedalus hooked the loop at one end of the chain around the far leg of her anal plug. He petted her bare thigh absently and looped the chain twice around the cap to the hollow part of the plug. That would keep the tension on the chain as well as reminding her of it every time she moved. Carefully, Dedalus pinched her swollen clit, drawing forth another whine.

She wailed when he snapped the clip onto her clip. The sound was so delightful that Dedalus couldn't resist playing with the chain to hear some more. He could feel her fighting the spell again and couldn't stop his grin. She was obviously enjoying herself just as much as he was.

Unfortunately, they had somewhere to be.

Penelope was trembling as Dedalus made her stand. He wrapped one arm around her waist to support her. With another flick of his wand, he summoned the portkey. The lime green stress ball smacked against the palm of his hand right as it activated. The hook behind his navel drew them both into a whirlwind of magic before dumping them both into the arrival room of the clinic.

Things went sideways immediately.

The portkey's surge of magic disrupted the puppetry spell that Dedalus had on Penelope. She bucked away from him only a heartbeat later. She hit the arrival room's door with a loud thud. Her fingers scrambled across the smooth wood to the silver snake that made up the handle. She grunted as she yanked it open, her recent refusal to eat making her almost too weak to move the heavy oak.

But she managed.

Penelope would have managed to get out into the hallway that led to the clinic's waiting room except she ran into someone. She looked up at the face of the wizard blocking her way. She let out a sob as she grabbed two handfuls of his fuchsia robes. The muggle scuba gear that decorated the robes tumbled away from her hands. Despite how hysterical his wife was acting, Dedalus relaxed at the sight of the older wizard who was now gently cradling her in his arms.

"Albus," Dedalus greeted as Penelope pressed her face into his shoulder, "what a surprise to see you here."

"Headmaster," Penelope cried, "you have to help me!"

"Shh, my dear girl," Albus soothed. He ran his fingers through her golden curls, petting her like she was a cat. "Be calm. We will get this whole situation sorted easily enough." Albus fixed Dedalus with a twinkling blue gaze. His other hand was cradling the back of Penelope's neck. "Perhaps you can shed some light here, Dedalus?"

"Penelope is my wife," Dedalus said simply. He bounced on the balls of his feet, unable to contain his happiness. Penelope hadn't been the only one who had been forced into isolation the last few months. The thought of how much his young wife was struggling did little to damper his pride at being able to introduce her to an old friend for the first time.

"Ah, I see," Albus acknowledged. He nodded his head in understanding. "She is having trouble adjusting, I take it?" Dedalus gave a sad nod and gestured to the crying woman. Albus visibly tightened his hold on Penelope's nape. She went quiet and tense. "Is this her first trip out after the bonding?"

"Yes," Dedalus replied. He lifted his hands in a helpless shrug. "I'm hoping that the healer can help."

"Septimus does have a magic touch," Albus agreed with a knowing smile. Dedalus echoed it. He knew precisely why Albus was a weekly visitor to the healer. He didn't think any less of Albus for enjoying having his prostate milked, even if Dedalus didn't seek out the procedure more than annually. Why would he when Albus had never judged him?

"Headmaster?" Penelope asked quietly. She backed a few steps away from Albus, and he didn't try to stop her. Her sapphire eyes were wide and rimmed in red from her tears. She sounded confused as she continued. "You will help me, right? He kidnapped me! He's been keeping me captive!"

"You shouldn't say that about your husband, my dear," Albus scolded her gently. Penelope began shaking her head frantically. She kept backing away from the headmaster at an angle that took her as far away from Dedalus as possible without leaving the room. Albus just watched her with a soft look of sympathy. "You should show him more respect."

"Respect?" she asked incredulously. She turned paler than she normally was. "Why should I respect him? He rah-rah—I can't even say it."

"He's your husband, my dear girl," Albus explained with his typical incredible patience. "As such, he deserves your respect." He folded his hands into the opposite sleeve of his robes. "Moreover, you know that your accusations are lies. He's your husband. It's within his rights to do those things."

"I didn't marry him!"

"Of course not," Albus agreed easily. "You're not muggles, my dear. You bonded. That's far more everlasting than any muggle ceremony."

"Everlasting?" Penelope asked weakly. Albus nodded sagely.

"There is no undoing a magical bond, my dear." He smiled beatifically at her. Dedalus felt a rush of affection for his old mentor. He was so good at this! "All this fussing is for nothing. You will never need to fear that Dedalus will tire of you. Your security is assured. He's a good man, one of the best. I trust him with my life. You are in safe hands." Albus frowned before pulling out his pocket watch and squinting at the dials. "Oh, drat. I have a staff meeting to get to. Dedalus, I trust you can handle this from here."

"Of course, Albus," Dedalus agreed as he reached out to shake the hand Albus was now offering him. "You should stop by for a visit sometime soon."

"Of course, of course," Albus returned as he pulled out his wand. "I definitely will just as soon as my schedule permits."

With those words, Albus apparated away, and Dedalus was alone with his wife who was once more crying.