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Luna Explores	By : Aarden_Fluvier Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 17445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A while later,  they were all safe in the Room of Requirements with Umbridge, still bound, beaten, bloody and in substantial pain.  None of them cared.  They didn’t even want to care.   Harry released the binding spell on Umbridge, and Fred released the muting spell.   Fred levitated her to the wall, where manacles were ready and waiting and Umbridge found herself in the same position as many of her victims.

Despite her injuries, she immediately began to spew out abuse again, but it no longer mattered.  They just laughed at her, and quickly her torrent petered out.  “Release me, or I will have all of your magical cores bound permanently,” she snarled.  Hermione giggled, “Umbridge, shut up.  You are totally disempowered now and we are going to destroy you.  Think on that.   The charges against you are as follows.   One, you did willfully murder three Muggle teens to aid your own personal goals. Two, you illegally abducted Mr. Lovegood and held him against his will.  Three, you viciously assaulted Ms. Lovegood, causing her grievous bodily harm.”  Umbridge interrupted, “You can’t prove anything.”  “And four, you illegally acquired the Sellsit family grimoire, and used it to black-mail Madame Sellsit and her family, for your own personal gain.”  At this last item, Umbridge looked scared, as she suddenly realized they knew more than she had realized.  “You still can’t prove anything, stupid little girl.”  “Actually, Umbridge,” intoned Hermione flatly, “we can.”   With that she produced the original picture and then the pictures Harry had taken identifying the location as her own basement.  “That alone is enough to convict you, said Hermione, “but perhaps this will help the case along.”  With that, Harry activated the pictronis, and Umbridge was forced to watch the sex-teen ritual, in its entirety.     “It’s interesting watching, isn’t it Umbridge. You know as well as we do that it’s not possible to tamper with a pictronis recording.    Oh, and by the way, there is one more charge, holding a magical office whilst being a squib.  You see, we know everything, your guilt is total.”

Umbridge snarled incoherently, but admitted nothing. “Perhaps we can do a deal,” Hermione offered her pleasantly, assuming an Umbridge-like voice.     “If you return the Grimoire, absolve Madame Sellsit of culpability, release Luna’s father,  leave the Ministry, Hogwarts and this country, and promise never to interfere in our lives again, we may consider releasing you.   This is the most generous offer you will ever receive.” Finally Umbridge had something to say.  “You stupid children don’t realize who you are playing with.  My friends are very powerful, they can suppress anything you try to say about me.    I reject your pitiful offer, you don’t scare me.”   Hermione smiled to herself at this bravado.  She knew very well that Umbridge was terrified, and she very much doubted there was any friend, even the Minister of Magic, who could help her.     A little evidence that supported this was the trickle of urine escaping Umbridge’s bruised cunt - this did not escape Hermione’s notice.  “Well Umbridge, that’s a remarkably stupid response, even for one as foolish as you.  We made you a generous offer, but you cling to some strange idea that you have friends.  You have no friends.  You only know people who think you are useful.  As soon as you become a liability, and you are just that now, they will abandon you.” As Hermione’s words sunk in, Umbridge showed some signs of actually understanding her predicament, as the stream of urine trickling down her leg strengthened a little and she farted a bit, showing her nervousness. But still she refused to agree.

Hermione again adopted Umbridge’s mannerisms  “you know, Dolores, I’m really very pleased that you are too stupid to accept our offer.  Do you know why that is, dear, do you?”   Umbridge just glared malevolently at her.  “I’ll tell you why.  You see, Now you have forced us to take the next step.  I know you are not courageous, and we are going to torture you until you agree.  Yes I can see your scared bladder understands exactly what that means.  We are going to put you through the hell you put those poor muggles through, and who knows how many others.” With that Hermione stepped up to Umbridge and spat in her bruised face.   “How should we begin ?  Should we cut you with tiny sharp knives, slowly peeling your skin away?  Should we brutalize your ass and cunt with  dildos?  Should I put your fingers in clamps and squeeze until the tips burst, or perhaps I should stick needles under your finger nails and pull the nails out with pliers.  Gosh, the possibilities are so many, aren't they.”   By now, Umbridge looked very, very fearful.   She realized, with clear finality, that she would not be getting out of this easily.  But she remained stubbornly silently, still not really believing they would do this to her.  How she had forgotten that Hermione almost killed her outside of Hagrid’s hut, was hard to fathom.

Nobody really knew if Hermione was just pretending or not, but whatever the situation, she was totally believable and the others watched all of this with fascination.  This apparently hard and dangerous part of Hermione that had recently surfaced was quite shocking.  They all understood, with great clarity, that it was simply her protective love for Luna that was manifesting, but it was still a shock.    Well, they had all found new sides to themselves recently and nobody was judging her.   Hermione stepped back again – “the  rest of you, please make yourselves comfortable.   You can just watch, fuck each other, make out, sleep, whatever you want, but please don’t interfere.”  Hermione was definitely in charge now.  Another Fred snap, and a large couch materialized behind the others, ready for them to plonk down onto as they were.  Fred and Luna in the middle, Neville next to Fred, and Harry next to Luna.  They really had no idea what Hermione planned to do – but largely expected it was all talk to terrify Umbridge some more.

“Very well, I think we are ready.  Are you ready Umbridge?”, she questioned, no longer using her Umbridge voice.  “I doubt you could be ready for what you are about to experience. “  Hermione produced a sharp knife and stepped towards Umbridge, who tried to squirm away, but manacles don’t allow a lot of squirming.     “Don’t be frightened Umbridge, this will only hurt a little.  Later, things will hurt much more.”   She took the knife, and slowly dragged the tip across Umbridge’s bruised cheeks.  Of course, it didn’t really hurt at all, but Umbridge was so scared she jumped as if it did.  Of course that resulted in the knife biting into her flesh a bit, and that did hurt.  “Don't be silly Dolores,” cooed Hermione, “you are hurting yourself like that.   Hermione took the now slightly bloodied blade, and wiped the fluid off on Umbridge’s hair. “There, that’s nice and pretty now, isn’t it.”  Umbridge nodded and tried to speak, but all that came out was a terrified mangle of sounds.  “Are you trying to say something Dolores?  I really can’t understand you.” Hermione repositioned the knife at her victims belly, and then leant in close to her, whispering unknowable things to her, all the while lightly touching Umbridge’s gut with the knife point.  Umbridge jumped again, and again the blade bit, making her squeal and jump, of course, causing more damage.   Hermione kept her mouth close to Umbridge’s ear until she stopped quivering.  Stepping back slightly, she gazed at Umbridge. “I don’t know why you keep jumping and hurting yourself Dolores, I’m just going to cut your ‘clothing’ off.   She then took the knife and severed the sheets binding Umbridge’s limbs, and peeled the sheets off, leaving them in a pile on the floor in front of Umbridge.   “You nasty bitch,” snarled Umbridge, “you made me cut myself, when I was just trying to tell you I agree to your terms.   So let me go, and I will release the Grimoire and attend to the other items.”

Hermione looked very surprised – “terms?  What on earth are you talking about Dolores.   That offer was rescinded when you rejected it.”  There was a gasp from Umbridge, and four gasps from the couch.      “Yes, what a terrible thing power is, Dolores.  I can play with you so easily now can’t I.   Look at you, your poor face all banged up, nasty cuts on your cheeks and belly, blood running down your disgusting pubis, blood running down your revolting tits.   Look how hideous you are Dolores.  Little wonder you needed a dildo to fuck you in your sleep, and I can’t imagine anybody doing it voluntarily. “ “You fucking cow” screamed Umbridge, “you promised.  I will tell you, let me go.”   Hermione sniggered “I don’t care anymore.  There is no offer.  Now, I am going to cause you more pain than you could ever imagine.  Perhaps, if you survive it, you can ask me if the offer is available again.”   Hermione’s demeanor was a bit frightening to everybody, let alone Umbridge.  But surely it was all just a power play.  Harry mused to himself, as he emerged from a Luna pash, that he needed to be a bit more careful around Hermione!      As well as hurting you, I’m going to remove the growth of your magical core that occurred during Sellsit’s ritual with the teenaged muggles.    Admittedly, you are still so puny, it’s hardly worth it, but I will enjoy feeling your tiny abilities dissipate to nothing.  “Nooooo” wailed Umbridge, “no, please, I beg of you, don’t take that.”  Hermione actually had no idea how to do that, but of course in a position of power, suggestion was just as powerful as reality.

Hermione was also rather enjoying her power trip over Umbridge.  She had inflicted some physical pain on Umbridge, but really, it was mainly power and control and fear that she was wielding, to devastating effect.  However,  Hermione was getting a little carried away on her power trip, so although she could end it there, she continued on with her game, not really very aware that her judgement was seriously compromised. “So, let’s begin shall we,” stated Hermione flatly.   “The magic I am going to use is very ancient, but rather new to me.  So let’s say that perhaps I don’t have total control over it yet.  So it’s possible things may not quite go as I want them to. Well, just so you know,” she finished with a friendly smile.  Actually, what she said was fairly  close to the truth, although she didn’t realize it.  Hermione, behaving more like you would expect Harry, only actually understood the rudiments of the golem magic.  She piled the sheets together, and began her incantation to bring forth her Golem.   But she decided on a new Golem, as she had become rather fond of her others, and didn’t particularly want to subject them to any unpleasantness!

The sheets slowly drew themselves together into a form, a Golem form.  Umbridge was wide-eyed with horror, and then began to wail incoherently as the Golem drew itself to its full form.    Even Hermione gasped a little, as this one was rather different from the others.  She popped up another memory flag to remind her to discuss this with Professor Dippet next time she saw him.  Well, that is, if she wasn’t distracted too much by the Professor’s prodigious penis.   This Golem was male also, but taller than Glirt.  Instead of the usual deep red/purple colour, he was an obsidian black and managed somehow to emit the most powerful malevolence.  He was strong and wiry, and his tail, complete with studded barbed tip thrashed about like a powerful eel.   Like Glirt, he was formed with an erect penis.   This one had the most massive cock head Hermione had ever seen, at least twice the width of the shaft, and that itself was substantial. Like his tail,  the head of his cock was studded and barbed. His body was covered with small, glistening barbs – they appeared to be exuding some kind of fluid.    Hermione stood there starting at the Golem, breathing rather heavily and rapidly, as if she was contemplating sending him away (she didn’t actually know how to do that), because he frightened even her a bit.  But then, a different look came over her, her face became even more set and hard, and she apparently shrugged off this thought.  Whatever was now apparently coming for Umbridge was going to be ugly.

“Golem, face me,” Hermione commanded.   The Golem, somewhat reluctantly it seemed, to face his creator.  “Golem, I am your maker, and you will obey me.  The creature in manacles is abhorrent to us all.  You are going to abuse her, you are going to cause her extreme pain, and you are going to deplete her magical core to nothing.”   Now although Hermione did not know how to do the last item, she did know that the Golems were very suggestable.  Tell them they could do something and they believed that they could. “ It was clear that Umbridge no longer had any illusions about her plight.  She continually begged to be freed and she would do whatever they asked of her.  Hermione ignored her.   “Golem, smile for me.”  Her charge did so, revealing a marvelously pointed set of teeth, each of them also dripping some fluid.   Hermione had her suspicions about his bodily fluids.  “Golem, spit on the prisoner,” she commanded.  The Golem immediately whipped about, and spat large gobbets across Umbridge’s torso.  Umbridge immediately screamed in extreme pain and it was evident she was not faking, for at every location the spit landed, her flesh was burning.  The Golem’s fluids were a potent acid.     “How appropriate,” mused Hermione, not at all fazed by Umbridge’s distress.

Unbidden, the Golem approached Umbridge.  His massive knobbed cock not even bobbing as he walked, so powerful was his erection.   By now, the locations of the acid attack on Umbridge’s skin were red and blistered.  The pain was intense – if she hadn’t been manacled, she would have attempted to scratch them out.  Hermione informed Umbridge, “You know Dolores, when you were captured, I’m told you had something just about as big as the Golem’s cock up your ass.    So clearly that’s something you enjoy.    So wouldn’t it be very kind of me to allow the Golem to put his cock in your ass and fuck you ?   I think that would be very nice indeed.  I’m sure the Golem wants to do that now, doesn’t he.   Hermione gestured with her wand,  and suddenly Umbridge disappeared and reappeared, this time facing the wall she was chained to.  She was also retching a bit, with the mini-apparition.   Hermione gestured briefly again with her wand, and the manacles, now attached to Umbridge’s ankles moved on the wall, spreading her legs.  Umbridge wailed and cried, and she was so frightened, her bowels loosened resulting in a noxious turd being expelled from her gaping sphincter.   Hermione wrinkled her nose in distaste, “scourgify”, and it was gone, but Umbridge’s fear remained palpably present.

The Golem closed the remaining distance to Umbridge in a flash, he grabbed her saggy ass cheeks and pulled them wide apart, and then absolutely rammed his massive, studded cock head deep into Umbridge’s bowel.   If she had been in pain before, or screamed in agony before, the sounds that came from her now were even more horrendous.   Fred and the humans were all somewhat affected, but no one attempted to stop  Hermione.    Of course, Umbridge could be healed by someone like Madame Sellsit. For a few moments, the Golem held his position, cock rammed in to his total length.  “Now Dolores, I’m sure you saw that the Golem’s cock has not only those studs that are tickling your bowel right now, but also rather pointy barbs.   You know what that means don’t you, that when he starts to fuck you, he is going to slice your bowel into shreds.”  All Umbridge could do was hang in her chains, screaming in pain, ready for the next attack.  Hermione, walked to her side, grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back.  Then she yelled angrily “Can you imagine now, Dolores, how all the people you have tortured and killed felt ?  So powerless, so fearful of the pain, so in pain, so helpless.  Can you imagine that, can you?  Is that helping you understand that your life is so worthless?”  Umbridge sobbed, and attempted to nod, but Hermione held her so she could not nod.  Her power over Umbridge was complete.   “Perhaps it’s time for the Golem to rip open your bowel now, Dolores. You know I’m sure we’d all like to watch that, to see your bright red blood spurt from your ass hole, your arteries ripped, your life’s blood dripping onto the floor.  And you know, what’s more, nobody cares.  Absolutely fucking nobody cares.  Nobody is looking for you, nobody ever will.”

The occupants of the couch were very  shaken by this Hermione.   But at the same time, their hate of Umbridge was so great, and again they did not attempt to stop her.    The order was issued by Hermione - “Fuck her Golem,  rip her ass apart.”  The creature needed no further urging and immediately ripped his cock back and back in.  Umbridge screamed and screamed and screamed, even the other’s on the couch screamed a bit in anticipation, but no blood appeared, and Umbridge’s ass hole and bowel were apparently intact, although her ass was massively stretched.  “Show me your cock Golem,” commanded Hermione again.  The Golem pulled it forth, covered in Umbridge’s stinking shit, but the barbs were still folded down.  “Oh look Dolores, that was kind of the Golem wasn’t it, he didn't open the barbs yet did he.  He obviously wanted you to enjoy his penis before he damaged you too badly.”

Hermione was enjoying the game, although she had no actual knowledge really of what the Golem would actually do. Somehow she felt she was the one controlling him, but if she had thought for a moment, she would know that she had no idea about the barbs…   Hermione did realise that they still needed the information they wanted from Umbridge, so a dead Umbridge was not a useful state just now.   “Now Dolores, again because I am very kind, I want you to clean the Golem’s cock before he fucks any more of your holes.”  Hermione flicked her wand again, and once more Umbridge was facing forwards.    Her features were so contorted from the pain and fear it was hard to recognize her.  The Golem made a kind of growling, impatient sound as if he knew his time was short.   “Very well, Dolores, clean his cock with your mouth.”   As she said this, she freed the manacles attached to her wrists, and Umbridge slumped forwards, the cock now right at her face.  “Go on,” encouraged Hermione, “you don’t want that nasty shit in your cunt now do you ?”   Umbridge sobbed some more, but then opened her mouth wide and started to suck and lick the massive member clean of her own excrement.  On the couch, nobody was watching.  Neville was dry heaving, and the others had their eyes tightly shut.  Hermione though seemed impervious to it all.   Umbridge gagged, and retched, and vomited, but she had no option but to comply.  “Very well done Dolores,” complemented Hermione.  “Now, you’ve enjoyed his cock in two of your holes.  There is only one left isn’t there.  I wonder if those nasty looking barbs will stay down.  It would be very unpleasant if they didn’t, wouldn’t it, dear.”  Harry was watching through a crack in his eye lids,  although he didn’t really want to, but he kind of had to.  Luna was attending to Neville, who had retched so much he looked like he’d strained his chest muscles, Fred was just sitting on the couch, like she was meditating – perhaps she was.

“Please, please,” cried Umbridge, will you make your offer to me again, I will tell you everything, and do everything. Please.”   “Oh be quiet, Dolores,” barked Hermione, I told you that was a deal offered only once.  Umbridge cried “But I’ll tell you where the Grimoire is.  It's at…”  At that moment, the growling Golem took matters into his own hands and violently thrust his penis into Umbridge’s already bashed and bruised vagina.   He didn’t care.  He just needed to fuck, something, anything, anywhere, anyhow.   Again Umbridge screamed in anticipation of pain, again prematurely.    “Oh he is so tricky isn’t he Dolores”, laughed Hermione, as the Golem now punished her cunt in earnest.  “Your pussy must be terribly broken by now, after all I kicked the fuck out if it earlier, and now you are being brutalized by the Golem’s prodigious penis.   But really, that’s nothing compared to what you tried to do to Luna is it ?  You tried to rip her pussy out.  The most beautiful pussy attached to the most gorgeous and beautiful girl in the world.  And you tried to destroy her body and mind.  Now you are going to experience that for yourself, Dolores.”  Harry was now watching wide eyed, as were the others.  They were spell bound and horrified, and happy, enthralled and disgusted, all at the same time.   “You see Dolores, as the Golem approaches his orgasm, those nice little barbs are going to start to raise themselves up. Bit by bit they are going to shred your hideous stinking fucking cunt, your fucking bitch.”  Hermione had totally lost control again as her anger totally boiled over, and she smashed Umbridge’s head against the wall as she raged at her.  Umbridge was partially knocked out, but soon returned to full consciousness as what Hermione had described came to pass.

The Golem was nearing his orgasm and his end,  and he started to assault what was left of Umbridge’s channel with renewed vigour. Now the barbs were opening, and now the horrific screams from Umbridge were real, now the blood squirting from her hole, coating the Golem’s cock was real.     Hermione was still in a rage, kicking at Umbridge, spitting at her, and just screaming vitriol at her.    The Golem himself began to emit a guttural, primal sound, and started to cum.   As his orgasm took him over, Hermione smashed Umbridge’s head once more against the wall, and this time she was became fully unconscious, and remained that way.   The Golem erupted, and his cock sprayed his fluid into what was left of Umbridge’s cunt.  His cum was full of the same acid as the rest of his body, and it burned her everywhere it touched her.  It was what saved Umbridge from death at that moment, because the burning acid essentially cauterized her bleeding shredded flesh.   The Golem neared the end, and he started to discorporate back into the sheets. As he went, his acidic smile was filled with a wealth of emotion, as if he was now holding all of Hermione’s pain.   As usual with these creatures, the last thing to disappear was his mighty cock, and then he was gone.  As the last part of him returned to its origins, Hermione collapsed also.  She landed on the sheet, on her back, and also totally unconscious.
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