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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Dolores_Umbridge
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Dolores_Umbridge
  Additional Tags:
      Choking, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Torture, Sexual_Torture, Dark, Plot_What
      Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Porn
  Series:
      Part 2 of Detention_With_Dolores
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-01 Updated: 2018-02-14 Chapters: 3/? Words: 2562
****** Dolores' Dominion ******
by haveyoutriedguest
Summary
     A sequel to 'Detention with Dolores' but, honestly, this has very
     little plot. Thanks to everyone who posted encouragement on part 1,
     enjoy the new instalment.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Umbridge reigned supreme at Hogwarts. Having ousted Dumbledore, she sat,
satisfied, among her laces and frills, contemplating the boy that was tied upl
in the dungeons, floors below. Yes, she had had her fun with him and now was
the time to remove him more permanently. The teachers, particularly Professor
McGonagall, had begun to ask questions about the whereabouts of young Harry
Potter. It would not be long before they put their, though she admitted it
grudgingly, considerable magical skill to work finding him. He had to be moved.
For some time she had planned to manage Hogwarts from afar; she couldn't stand
the sight of many more insufferable children. They drove her insane. However,
boys like Harry Potter, with their huge and uncontrollable penises, had their
uses... Yes. Tonight was the night he would be moved to her home. Their there
were many rooms for her to do with him as she wanted. There she would be
unlimited in the pleasure she could bring for herself and him, as well as a
little pain in retribution for his resistance against her. She felt the hot
wetness between her legs that thoughts of their 'detentions' would trigger.
She stood. With a decisive air, Umbridge moved round her desk, opened the door
and proceeded many flights of stairs to the dungeons. The blue-black light of
many enchanted torches lit her way until she reached a wall at the end. She
continued walking, directly though the wall, and was greeted with the sight of
a boy... or a young man, tied to a chair, his head bowed, asleep. She gazed at
his naked form. His head lolled slightly to one side over his lithe, muscular
frame. His large dick dangled between his strong legs. All over the chair, and
even across some of body, were pale stains of semen from their most recent
encounter. Umbridge grew wetter at the thought of it.
She paced silently forward and placed a gentle finger under his chin. Taking
care to keep Harry unconscious she lifted her hand until his head was better
pointed towards her's. With a single, savage swipe she cracked her hand across
his face. Harry's eyes flew open in shock as the force of the blow toppled his
chair. His brain still stifled by sleep and clogged with pain, he barely
registered the hand that grasped his hair and pulled him back upright.
“Come along now, Potter... Harry... Mummy wants to take you home.”
The quiet sweetness of her voice caused Harry to mumble something.
“Good.... good,” she crooned, slowly jerking his penis with one hand while the
other still tugged at his hair. She thought now only of all the pleasure she
would bring to herself at this boy’s expense. Among the many chambers of her
house she could recall more than one that would be useful to this end.
Releasing his now erect penis, she drew her wand. Through sleep misted eyes
Harry observed the motion and flinched. With a tinkling laugh Umbridge flicked
the wand and the chair to which Harry had been bound vanished.
Without further use she stowed her wand away once more and took hold of his
still throbbing dick. As if leading him by it she turned on her heel into the
darkness of apparition. When they re-emerged a moment later Umbridge let Harry
fall to his hands and knees on a marble floor that did not belong to the
dungeon they had just occupied. Choking for air, Harry slowly regained control
of his breathing. He attempted to stand.
“No, no, no...” giggled the woman above him, “we shan’t be walking.” With her
foot placed on his back he turned upwards with a full view of her unclothed and
glistening pussy there to meet him, up through her skirt.
“Crawl,” she ordered. She bent forward accordingly and began to move.
TO BE CONTINUED
-Sorry, there wasn’t a ton of sex in this chapter (for those of you looking for
a quick fix) but bear with me, more is to come.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Okay, so this got a lot darker a lot earlier than I anticipated.
     Well, I guess this is fair warning, there's some seriously dark shit
     in here. This chapter is purely Umbridge pschologically, physically
     and sexually torturing Harry in an attempt to break him. Seriously,
     this is fucked up in more senses than one...
Harry was directed up a set of stairs to his right. As he crawled forward he
looked slightly to his other side and caught a glimpse of a great room beyond,
through large oak doors that stood slightly ajar. His still erect dick slid
along the carpeted stairs as he ascended, his hands rough with the constant
movement. He reached the top and sat, breathing for a moment. He felt, rather
than heard, Umbridge behind him.
With a smile that he could not see she drew back her shoe clad foot and aimed.
He screamed as her toes connected with his bare rear and he was sent sprawling
forward. Carpet burned at his skin as he slid along the floor before colliding
roughly with a door. Umbridge moved forward and unlocked the door. It creaked
on opening while Umbridge bent down next to him. He felt the tightness of a
leather collar fastened about his neck and a long leash attached to it.
Umbridge tugged him forward through the open door via the leash. Harry entered
the dark room and knelt, panting in trepidation. He felt as slight pull upwards
as the lead was tied somewhere above him. He waited...
Without warning, Umbridge's wand flashed through the air, his body was
propelled upwards, pulled by his collar. Harry could not breathe. He scrabbled
at his constricted throat, desperate for air. He saw, in a dim but brightening
red light, Umbridge knelt before him. She locked eyes with his as she opened
her wide mouth to envelope his penis. She bobbed and sucked, faster and faster
as Harry's vision was slowly edged with blackness. He felt no difference now
between pleasure and pain as he slipped on the edge of unconsciousness. Just as
he was sure he must die his body was released. Umbridge had relinquished her
hold on his dick as he fell to the floor.
She stood, as he lay, looking up at her, high above him. She reached up and
released the clasp that held her dress together. The removal of the material
left her wearing nothing. Her breasts quivered with the excitement of the
torment she had inflicted, as well as that yet to come. Her body glistened with
sweat. Harry could not hold his body at all; he lay, face up and spread-eagled
on the floor before her. Umbridge gathered up her wand from the floor, flicked
it to vanish her clothes from the ground, and knelt before Harry again. She
whispered a spell to her wand and placed it between Harry's legs, lifting his
testicles to point it below them. Leaving it there, she clambered forward.
Harry moaned in fear.
Umbridge positioned herself on her knees, her now dripping pussy directly over
his still erect cock. She lent forward and whispered to him.
"I'm going to hurt you Potter... I'm going to torture you inch by inch until
you submit totally to my will..."
Harry groaned quietly as she sank down onto him. Umbridge began to bounce up
and down on Harry's dick. She rubbed at her slit, widened with his girth, as
she slammed herself onto him. Harry, his dick having been throbbing for some
time, could feel the tension of orgasm rising in him already. He breathed
faster and faster as Umbridge fucked him harder and harder. As he mounted his
peak he screamed in pain as Umbridge's wand shocked his balls.
She felt him soften slightly inside her and cackled as she fucked him harder.
She lent forward again, dangling her sweat dripped tits in his eye-line as she
pushed a finger into her own anus. She added a further 2, 3, 4 fingers, fucking
her own bum as Harry was moved in and out of her pussy. She ripped her fingers
out with a scream before driving them into his mouth and down his throat. Harry
gagged as she laughed, he could not ignore the smell of her.
As she brute-forced him toward orgasm again another shock racked his dick. She
bounced harder and harder, withdrawing her hand to grip both about his throat.
She pushed down, choking him again as she came, squirting around his thick
cock. Every time he neared orgasm she released his throat, he coughed and
screamed as another shock hit him. She came again and again throughout the
night. Harry could no longer tell reality and feeling from his own madness.
It all stopped. Umbridge's now soaked form, dripped onto Harry's equally wet
body. She rubbed at her opening and drew juices from herself. Harry sobbed. She
pushed her fingers to his nose and asked, "Will you do what I tell you,
Potter?"
Through, sweat, and tears Harry only choked.
"Very well," smiled Umbridge, sweetly and began all over again.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Going to continue with the dark stuff here. If you weren't into
     chapter 2 you've been warned.
Harry awoke. For all that he could tell it could have been one night or twenty
since that first he had spent in Umbridge's home. The night when she had denied
his orgasm so often that he burned inside. The night that she had choked him
over and over until he could remember nothing but the expanding feeling in his
skull that signalled the deprivation of oxygen from his brain. He couldn't
remember falling asleep... perhaps she'd choked him into unconsciousness. He
did not move. Harry knew that, if she was watching him, the pain would begin
over again as soon as she thought that he was awake. It was to no avail. A
small cough came from above him. He kept his eyes closed.
A hand grasped at his hair and dragged him upwards, the bedclothes falling from
his still naked torso. As his eyes flickered open with the shock of the pain he
saw another naked body. Umbridge threw him to the floor and attached the collar
she held to his neck. She tugged on the end as Harry crawled behind her,
watching her toned legs and tight bum stalk out of the windowless room that he
had slept in. They continued down the hall to another door. It was opened and
Harry was led into a dimly lit, again windowless, and entirely soundless room.
Neither Umbridge's feet nor Harry's knees made any sound on the padded floor.
The walls, too, were cushioned. Umbridge moved forward and wrapped the lead
around his throat in coils before pulling to his feet with it.
She pushed Harry backwards, grasping a wrist and locking it into a leather
handcuff before mirroring the action on his other hand. Next came the foot
restraints, pushing his legs apart so that he was spread-eagled in mid air. He
felt something brush against his rear. Umbridge walked to a small table,
similar to those that the dentists, and picked up, lazily, something that she
pushed her fingers into. She walked back to face him. As she did so Harry
noticed the shine of wetness between her thighs as well as the slightly
quickened breathing that caused her breasts to heave. She raised a hand and
smashed his cheek with her knuckle-duster clad fist. Harry coughed and tasted
blood in his mouth.
"Speak," came her voice, completely echo-less in the room. Harry spat blood.
With a flick of her wand Umbridge gestured behind Harry. An unequivocally
massive metal penis cannoned into Harry's spread arse cheeks. He screamed in
pain as the dildo ripped into his anus. Umbridge knelt down as tears ran down
the cheeks of the boy. She whispered an incantation and Harry felt the searing
pain of physical damage done to his opening deaden somewhat as well as his
sphincter tighten further.
"That, Potter, is an unyielding enchantment. I can have you fucked forever and
you'll never scar. Better yet..." here she smiled at him, "you'll be just as
tight every time. Now, when I tell you to do something you do it, yes?"
"What do you want me to say?" Harry groaned.
"Tut tut," chided the woman. Sh flicked again and, fast as lightening, the
dildo tore out and rammed into him. Harry screamed once more. "We're not
learning, are we? When I ask you to do something and you require more
information you address me as 'Professor Umbridge', 'Professor' or merely
'Mistress.' Do you understand?"
"Yes... Mistress." Came the response. Umbridge let out a tinkling laugh.
"Very well done Mister Potter. I think you deserve a reward for that little
lesson." She knelt. As she had once done before she clasped his desperately
hard dick between her wet breasts and rubbed him gently. Harry groaned. He came
ti the brink so quickly that she stopped in mere seconds. Harry hung is head in
combined exhaustion, degradation and disappointment.
"You must thank me when I treat you..." Harry looked up. There was a dangerous
glint in Umbridge's eyes as she stared back. Harry scrambled for a response:
"Tha-thank you." He suddenly gasped at what he had said, or not said. "I-I-
I mean." Too late. Umbridge's hand raked across his face as another blow came
to his are-hole from the dick, plunging deeper into him than before.
"Clearly we aren't getting far enough with this method alone, Potter. Let us...
enhance things shall we?" Harry spluttered for a reprieve as Umbridge pushed
forward an implement with a hole through the centre. It sat on a table like the
knuckle dusters. Umbridge jacked Harry's dick, softened with the pain of anal
penetration, until he was hard again.
As if it were no more strange than setting homework she stuck three fingers
into her now dripping pussy and drew them out, glistening. Umbridge brought the
fingers up to Harry's nose before sliding them into his mouth. "You will taste
nothing but this until you submit to me." She stuffed his over-hardened dick
into the tubular receptacle of the trolley. Harry groaned as she slid him into
the hole. This turned to a cry of pain as his dick was squashed inside.
Umbridge sat on a comfortable chair and spread her legs over the arms,
revealing fully the inflated lips of her sex. She began to rub at her clit,
watching Harry suffer making her ever wetter. "It will stop," she smiled, "when
I spray myself all over this chair. You could... speed up the process. Talk to
me, Potter."
Through the pain Harry began to speak: "Rub yourself for me, Professor. I can't
stop watching you... I-I want to see you cum." She rubbed harder. Harry felt a
mixture of humiliation and agony. "I need you to come for me, Professor. i want
to fuck that hole. CUM FOR ME," Harry was desperate, he could think of only one
thing that might make the pain end. He screamed out one final word, "Mummy."
Umbridge exploded everywhere. She blew juices out from beneath her fingers as
she rubbed herself through orgasm. Harry felt himself released by the machine
as well was, unexpectedly, all his restraints. He fell the floor, the dildo
still embedded in his bum-hole, but did not dare remove it. "C-c-come here,"
moaned Umbridge. Harry crawled forward. Umbridge pulled him to his feet and
slipped the metal dick out of him. She draped him across her lap, her wetness
sticking to him, and laid him so that he looked up at her. She pulled forward
one drenched nipple and had him suckle on her. She gasped in pleasure.
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