She feels her posture being adjusted from behind, pushing her down onto the desk a bit, so her ass and pussy are more exposed to the Minister. Then she feels his hands on her sore ass, his fingers digging into her skin, causing her to wince. She closes her eyes when she feels his dick at the entrance to her body, pushing more tears down her face. She feels as if she’s losing a part of herself in the moment when she feels him roughly shove himself all the way into her.
Her eyes shoot open from the pain, and she screams louder than she had during the entirety of her caning. The look of pure pleasure on Umbridge’s face makes it clear to Hermione that any more pleas from her will fall on deaf ears, so she just sobs as Fudge pushes himself in and out of her tight virgin pussy.
His hands move from her ass to her breasts, pulling her body up as he uses her tits like the reigns of a horse, she moans in pain as the new angle seems to allow him to push deeper into her.
It seems to go on forever—Fudge thrusting in and out of her, his body abusing her pussy and pressing against her raw ass; Umbridge watching raptly, sometimes touching herself—but eventually she feels the pace slow down, and she cringes at what she knows is coming. Hearing his moans of ecstasy, she has a little warning before she starts to feel the spurts of his cum shoot deep within her body. A fresh wave of humiliation washes over her as the Minister empties himself inside her.
“You should thank the Minister for taking time out of his day to take your virginity and filling your pussy with his cum.”
Hermione shakes her head, unable to contemplate speech at the moment, but when Umbridge slaps her across the face for her defiance, she quickly pipes up between hiccups and sobs. “Th—thank you, Minister Fudge, for tak—taking my virginity and filling up my pus—pussy with your cum.” She hangs her head after this pronouncement, unable to keep eye contact.
Fudge pulls out of her at last, and Hermione can feel his cum making its way toward the entrance of her pussy.
Umbridge stands and releases Hermione from the spells holding her in place, causing her to fall to her knees.
“I’m giving you one more chance,” Umbridge says from above, but Hermione cannot look at her. “Look at the Minister and tell him he has your full support.”
Hermione sobs and shakes her head, unable to speak, even if she wanted to comply. She looks at the mess between her thighs, seeing the thick white cum mixed with her virgin blood coming out of her abused hole.
“Minister,” Umbridge speaks again, this time directly to Fudge. “What would you have me do with her?”
Hermione hears the sounds of clothes rustling and deducts that the Minister is redressing. Then she hears him sit back in his chair and grab a sheet of parchment. “Take her back to Hogwarts for further punishment by whatever means you deem necessary…keep fucking the rebellion out of her if that’s what it takes.”
“Very well then. Get dressed, Miss Granger,” Umbridge orders.
Hermione, finally given permission, scrambles to cover herself.
“Leave the panties,” she hears Fudge command from his desk, as he continues to stare at the parchment in front of him.
Umbridge directs her back through the floo into the Defense classroom. She stands in the classroom where the original offense took place, cum and blood running down her thighs. “To the dormitory, Miss Granger,” her teacher says dismissively after a moment, “but you are to report back here in the morning for further punishment, do you understand?”
“Yes, Professor Umbridge,” Hermione responds dutifully, her body shaking from the experience, fear of tomorrow already taking over. She walks unsteadily to the door, feeling more cum drip out of her with each step. Her hand nearly reaches the door when her professor’s voice rings out once more.
“And, to remind yourself of this lesson, you are not to bathe or otherwise clean up the Minister’s gift to you, is that understood?”
Hermione’s hand wipes away another tear as she answers, “Yes, Professor Umbridge.”
A/N: You are welcome to leave suggestions in the comments. I have an outline, and know where I want this story to go, but am always interested in detours.
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