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Punishment - MUD - NC-17
Title: Punishment
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Moody/Umbridge/Dobby
Rating: NC-17
Words: 835 too many
Formagicofisis, for her birthday, because she thought I was joking!
Betaed, at great personal risk, by my adorablemyrafur and rosina_alcona.
Punishment
****
Dolores hung from the ceiling, squirming against her bonds, twisting her fat arms, trying to get leverage with dumpy legs that didn’t reach the floor sufficiently to take her not insignificant weight, ropes trailing from her puffy ankles.
“You let me down,” she hissed. “You can’t do this to me.”
There was a snapping noise and a Y-shaped bench appeared beneath her. She twirled on tiptoe, trying to look down at it, twisting her head on its stubby neck. Not seeing anything immediately threatening about it, she continued rotating slowly, between the legs of the Y.
Suddenly, the strap holding her bound wrists to the hook above her parted and she fell backwards, landing in the crotch of the strange bench, her clothes hanging in tatters. It tilted precariously and she was thrown flat on her back, her hands flung above her head. Manacles appeared at the top of the bench and clamped closed on her wrists, her short, fat arms pressed against her the sides of her face
She kicked and squirmed, but the ropes around her ankles were suddenly pulled through holes in the ends of the legs of the Y-shaped bench, and, as the ropes tightened, her legs were pulled apart. Desperately, she pressed her knees together, but the ropes jerked harder, tying themselves in knots as her thighs parted.
“Do you know who I am?” she moaned.
“Yes,” squeaked a voice by her ear, and squinting past her plump arm, she could see large bat-like ears and bulging green eyes. “You is a wicked, evil woman, who hurt Mr. Harry Potter.”
Dolores screeched. A horrible, non-human beast had her as its prisoner. And it was no surprise that it was a friend of that blasted Potter.
“Professor Dumbledore, he is a good man, and he rescue nasty, wicked Umbridge from the Forest, but she not punished enough, thinks Dobby. She must be punished for hurting Mr. Harry Potter.”
“Let me go, you freak,” she hissed. “You nasty animal, you inhuman…”
The door opened behind her and she heard strange, uneven footsteps approaching.
Tipping her chin down into the folds of her neck, she managed to peer down the unimpressive length of her body and saw Auror Moody standing between her parted legs.
“Ach, Dobby, what have you called me here for?” he muttered.
“Moody,” she screamed. “Make this filthy creature let me go at once.”
“The wicked Umbridge must be punished, Mr. Professor Moody, sir. She is nasty, Dark, Dark Witch, sir. You must investigate her, sir.”
“Investigate? Surely, you daft wee creature, you don’t mean?” Moody looked taken aback. His normal eye bored into Dobby’s, while his magical eye roved over Dolores’s body.
“Yes, sir. I do, sir. Only you can see what is deep in her heart, sir. Only you can see why she hurt Mr. Harry Potter, sir.”
“I’m afraid you may be right, Dobby. Yes, there’s nothing else for it. We have to know why she hurt the boy. Have to know if she was acting under You Know Who’s orders.”
“I can fight off Veritaserum, you fools,” Dolores snapped, but blanched when Moody’s disfigured face broke into a frightening grin.
“Oh, I dinna need Veritaserum to see into your black heart, Dolores,” he whispered, reaching up and, with a nasty squelching sound much like a plunger being pulled from a sink, he popped out his magic eye.
Dolores’ eyes bulged further out of her head.
Moody rolled his whirring eye between his fingers, then reached between her legs, flipped up her ripped skirt and thrust his eye inside her with a twist of his thumb.
Dolores screamed. Moody’s eye spun, pushing deeper into her; Moody smirked at her, licking his lips and she could feel his eye looking into every corner of her soul, feel it moving and squirming and throbbing inside her.
But no, the eye wasn’t throbbing. It was something deep inside her body, pulsing around the eye. Clutching it, gripping it, drawing it deeper. Something even Minister Fudge had never awakened within her. Dolores moaned.
“No!” shouted Moody, plunging both hands between her legs and parting her lips. “My eye! Give me back my eye!”
Dolores writhed against her bonds, arching up off the bench as much as her stubby limbs would allow. “Alastor!” she gasped, her hips thrusting at him as he probed inside her, reaching for his trapped orb.
“No!” he shouted.
“Yes!” she screamed, her first ever climax ripping through her body, her muscles clenching hard.
His magical eye shot out of her body and hit him in the face, falling to the floor, where it spun sickeningly
Moody knelt beside it and scooped it up, tenderly. It lay in his hand, dazed and wobbling. Moody closed his hand around it and held it against his chest.
“Evil!” he pronounced, pointing at her with his free hand, as she lay gasping on the bench. “Punish her any way you want, Dobby” And he whirled around and stumped from the room.
art bymyrafur
Title: Punishment
Author:
shocfixPairing: Moody/Umbridge/Dobby
Rating: NC-17
Words: 835 too many
For
magicofisis, for her birthday, because she thought I was joking!Betaed, at great personal risk, by my adorable
myrafur and rosina_alcona.Punishment
****
Dolores hung from the ceiling, squirming against her bonds, twisting her fat arms, trying to get leverage with dumpy legs that didn’t reach the floor sufficiently to take her not insignificant weight, ropes trailing from her puffy ankles.
“You let me down,” she hissed. “You can’t do this to me.”
There was a snapping noise and a Y-shaped bench appeared beneath her. She twirled on tiptoe, trying to look down at it, twisting her head on its stubby neck. Not seeing anything immediately threatening about it, she continued rotating slowly, between the legs of the Y.
Suddenly, the strap holding her bound wrists to the hook above her parted and she fell backwards, landing in the crotch of the strange bench, her clothes hanging in tatters. It tilted precariously and she was thrown flat on her back, her hands flung above her head. Manacles appeared at the top of the bench and clamped closed on her wrists, her short, fat arms pressed against her the sides of her face
She kicked and squirmed, but the ropes around her ankles were suddenly pulled through holes in the ends of the legs of the Y-shaped bench, and, as the ropes tightened, her legs were pulled apart. Desperately, she pressed her knees together, but the ropes jerked harder, tying themselves in knots as her thighs parted.
“Do you know who I am?” she moaned.
“Yes,” squeaked a voice by her ear, and squinting past her plump arm, she could see large bat-like ears and bulging green eyes. “You is a wicked, evil woman, who hurt Mr. Harry Potter.”
Dolores screeched. A horrible, non-human beast had her as its prisoner. And it was no surprise that it was a friend of that blasted Potter.
“Professor Dumbledore, he is a good man, and he rescue nasty, wicked Umbridge from the Forest, but she not punished enough, thinks Dobby. She must be punished for hurting Mr. Harry Potter.”
“Let me go, you freak,” she hissed. “You nasty animal, you inhuman…”
The door opened behind her and she heard strange, uneven footsteps approaching.
Tipping her chin down into the folds of her neck, she managed to peer down the unimpressive length of her body and saw Auror Moody standing between her parted legs.
“Ach, Dobby, what have you called me here for?” he muttered.
“Moody,” she screamed. “Make this filthy creature let me go at once.”
“The wicked Umbridge must be punished, Mr. Professor Moody, sir. She is nasty, Dark, Dark Witch, sir. You must investigate her, sir.”
“Investigate? Surely, you daft wee creature, you don’t mean?” Moody looked taken aback. His normal eye bored into Dobby’s, while his magical eye roved over Dolores’s body.
“Yes, sir. I do, sir. Only you can see what is deep in her heart, sir. Only you can see why she hurt Mr. Harry Potter, sir.”
“I’m afraid you may be right, Dobby. Yes, there’s nothing else for it. We have to know why she hurt the boy. Have to know if she was acting under You Know Who’s orders.”
“I can fight off Veritaserum, you fools,” Dolores snapped, but blanched when Moody’s disfigured face broke into a frightening grin.
“Oh, I dinna need Veritaserum to see into your black heart, Dolores,” he whispered, reaching up and, with a nasty squelching sound much like a plunger being pulled from a sink, he popped out his magic eye.
Dolores’ eyes bulged further out of her head.
Moody rolled his whirring eye between his fingers, then reached between her legs, flipped up her ripped skirt and thrust his eye inside her with a twist of his thumb.
Dolores screamed. Moody’s eye spun, pushing deeper into her; Moody smirked at her, licking his lips and she could feel his eye looking into every corner of her soul, feel it moving and squirming and throbbing inside her.
But no, the eye wasn’t throbbing. It was something deep inside her body, pulsing around the eye. Clutching it, gripping it, drawing it deeper. Something even Minister Fudge had never awakened within her. Dolores moaned.
“No!” shouted Moody, plunging both hands between her legs and parting her lips. “My eye! Give me back my eye!”
Dolores writhed against her bonds, arching up off the bench as much as her stubby limbs would allow. “Alastor!” she gasped, her hips thrusting at him as he probed inside her, reaching for his trapped orb.
“No!” he shouted.
“Yes!” she screamed, her first ever climax ripping through her body, her muscles clenching hard.
His magical eye shot out of her body and hit him in the face, falling to the floor, where it spun sickeningly
Moody knelt beside it and scooped it up, tenderly. It lay in his hand, dazed and wobbling. Moody closed his hand around it and held it against his chest.
“Evil!” he pronounced, pointing at her with his free hand, as she lay gasping on the bench. “Punish her any way you want, Dobby” And he whirled around and stumped from the room.
art by
myrafur