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Discipline - Or, Nudity Games	By : KingSplooge111 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 12641 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Beginning of Discipline
- 2-Crossing the Boobicon
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Dolores Umbridge sat in her office, clicking her overly-long magically-grown fake-as-hell fingernails on the desk. Disciplinary action was no laughing matter, and the student she was about to see would regret every moment of his time with her. She thumbed through some papers on the desk before her, until she came to the student in question. There was his picture: a little ginger Ravenclaw sixth-year, short and thin, with ash-blond hair and eyes that would have reminded a Muggle of the demonic little girls in horror movies. His name was Ignis Odio, and we was going to suffer for her, just like he'd suffered from the Black Quill last time when he'd been caught tinkering with the wrong books in the library – the ones reserved for the advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts students. Just then, she heard the knock at the door.
“Come in!” she called, an enormous mirthless grin on her face that fell short of “grandmother” and landed somewhere between “pirate skull” and “hungry shark.”
The door swung open, and there he was, pale, blond, and sickly-looking. She smiled.
“Have a seat in front of me, sweetheart,” she said, gesturing to the chair across from her desk. He sat down without a word.
“So, the incident with the Slytherin girl in the hallway. She said that you hexed her with something that made her incapable of urinating. Is that correct, Ignis?” He nodded.
“Yeah,” he said. His voice was deep enough to be appropriate for someone six inches taller and three stone heavier. He continued, “She kept calling me a fairy, so I gave her the Nominxit spell. Why not?”
Dolores stiffened, assuming what she imagined to be an imperious and commanding posture, which ended up looking a bit like a cross between an indignant Victorian schoolmarm an overweight bullfrog straining on the toilet.
“Because that is completely inappropriate conduct for this institution, Mr. Odio!” she thundered, or more accurately, screeched. She reached into the box at her desk, and pulled out the Black Quill.
“Now,” she hissed, “You are going to pay for your misbehavior.”
In a flash, Ignis drew his wand.
“Expelliarmus!” he cried. The Black Quill flew from Umbridge's hand. Her face suddenly became twisted with rage.
“You impudent little shit!” she screamed. She drew her wand and pointed it at Ignis.
“Crucio!” she snarled. She watched, grinning in satisfaction as Ignis' body went into tremors. Her grin fell, however, when, in the midst of his trembling, he opened his eyes, looked directly at her, and began grinning like a demon.
“I'm afraid,” he growled through his wolfish smile, “That you've botched it by doing that.”
There was a flash and a bang as Umbridge's wand caught fire and burned to a cinder, and she was hurled violently against the wall behind her, pinned to it by his magic with her feet a foot above the floor, arms splayed and legs together like a crucified man. She gaped in horror at what stood before her. Ignis' face was floating, seemingly disembodied, in front of a pillar of roiling blackness with glints of red light momentarily appearing like torch-bugs. The face was still smiling, and when it spoke, it sounded like a room full of ghosts speaking in unison.
“I see,” he said, “That you did not realize what I'd found in those books in the library. I am become... The Phallus Tenebrarum!”
Her eyes widened.
“No! That can't be true! They died out centuries ago!” Ignis merely chuckled.
“Not so, my dear. For within the book was contained a black gem, embedded inside of the back cover. Within that gem was contained the soul of the last of the Tenebrophallid Race. I am not the last one, however, but the first one. For I have come to breed.”
From there, things escalated rather quickly.
Several rubbery black tentacles shot out of the darkness of Ignis' new form and violently ripped Umbridge's clothes off. They wrapped around her, one tentacle snaking into her mouth and forcing her into a grotesque parody of a blowjob. Within a moment, she was ripped off of the wall and bent over the desk, legs held wide by tentacles wrapped around her ankles, hands bound tightly behind her back. He rotund, lumpy, cellulite-riddled ass quivered as she gagged and sputtered around the tentacle face turning red and eyes watering. Two more tentacles emerged from the inky darkness, these with little insect-like feelers on the end. They spread her quivering ass-cheeks wide, revealing her hairy brown bunghole.
“I see,” rumbled Ignis, “That your birthing chamber is not yet ready for the ingression of the demon-seed. I must first perform the Rite of Necro-Anal Ablution!”
Another tentacle emerged, this one with a hole at the end. A beam of light shot from the hole, heating up Umbridge's sensitive balloon knot. She squealed and gurgled some more around the tentacle currently raping her face as her butt-hair was lasered away by the searing light of judgment. When it was done, she had sustained first-degree burns to her sensitive skin, which was pink now, albeit impeccably lasered to hairless perfection. A Brazilian Bumwax fit for a queen.
“Now,” said Ignis very quickly, “It is time for the Secretion of the Coprophagophallophagocytes!” The tentacle with the hole then moved over to her anus and, with a noise like someone spitting, shot several blobs of foul-smelling dark-yellow pus all over her not-yet fully violated ass. The pus blobs began to squirm toward her asshole like amoebas, making mischievious little high-pitched vocalizations as they pushed into her. She then screamed as she felt them begin to grow inside of her asshole, moving around and quickly devouring the chunks of feces in her lower intestine. They quickly liquefied and boiled, leaving large blisters inside of her poor ass. With a loud squishing sound, they shot out of her hole, leaving a puddle of stinking shit-fluid, bubbling and burbling with brown chunks that smelled to high heaven of raw sewage from Hell's basement. Ignis smiled even wider, lips ripping to reveal unnaturally sharp teeth around the edges of his mouth, and his voice became smooth and seductive.
“You have dirtied the Copulation Chamber, Umbridge,” he said, “And I think it only fair that you clean it up.” The hole-tentacle moved down to the puddle and sucked it up like an elephant drawing water through its trunk. A moment later, the fluid that had just been sucked up was pumped through the tentacle in Umbridge's mouth. Her eyes bulged and she sputtered. A muffle wet scream was heard, brown sewage mixed with saliva spraying out around the tentacle as a vein popped in one of her eyes from sheer disgust and horror. The tentacle in her mouth came out with a pop and she spat out the sewage all over the desk, the remainder of the fluid dribbling down her chin as she began to cry and bawl dejectedly, eyes rolling in derision from the foul taste. As she wept, another tentacle mopped up some of the shit on the desk and began to wipe it on her face, spreading the revolting dungwater all over her cheeks and mouth in a humiliating display of Satanic desecration.
“Now that you are clean,” said Ignis, “We can begin.” Dolores knew that things were about to become very uncomfortable for her.
Yet another tentacle emerged. This one was enormous, as big around as a small child's arm, with a distinctly phallic head at the end. It lined up with her rectum, her ass cheeks still spread by the feeler tentacles, and suddenly stiffened while it was still a foot away. Fast as a striking snake, it shot forward and rammed a full fifteen inches into her asshole.
“WaaAAAAGGGHHHH!” Umbridge let loose a long, loud shriek of agony and despair as the rubbery tentacle punched through her tight, clenched sphincter with the force of an angry buffalo stampede. She felt her anus tear a little at the size of the intruder, blood mixing with the putrid liqui-shit spattered around her old-lady cream-cheese thighs. Immediately, the tentacle began to pump in and out unnaturally fast, raping her ass with the power of an industrial-strength jackhammer. She began to pull up and slam her face into the hard oaken desk, beating her skull into the wood in a futile attempt to kill herself in order to escape the nightmarish anal rape. Her nose was gushing blood when the tentacle slowed down a little, now moving slowly out and then quickly back in with long, powerful thrusts. Her entire body moved with the tentacle, with a wet gravelly inhalation on the pull-out followed by an anguished squawk on each re-entry. “Huuu-WAH! Huuu-WAH!” Unable to contain herself, she began to cum uncontrollably, vomiting as the violent repeated sodomy threw her over the desk again and again and again. Soon, the tentacle spurted out boiling black oily cum that infested her body with necrotizing venom-splooge.
Ignis released her as the venom did its work. He watched as her soft, pulpy body began to wither, slowly being desiccated by the fiendish workings of the venom-splooge. Her body shriveled into something resembling an unwrapped mummy. When she'd been reduced to a soiled brownish-gray husk, another tentacle whipped out and smacked her dried-out, used-up corpse across the room. It hit a wall and burst into dust, each grain of which slowly grew into an eight-legged arachnid measuring approximately 30 centimeters across, with a fanged vagina in the center of its body. They gibbered like wicked ghouls, giggling and laughing insanely as they raced about the room. Ignis laughed as he gazed at his new horde of rumbling, mumbling, stumbling cunts. It was time.
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