Discipline - Or, Nudity Games

Cho Chang walked brisquely through the forest, searching for a good spot for her afternoon relief. She didn't think she was supposed to be this deep in the forest, but she didn't care. This was private business, after all (she was going to masturbate).

Cho found a spot she liked - an old oak tree by a stream, the side opposite the water throwing out long knobbly roots that gently encircled a wide earthen mound, grown over with soft long grass. Cho's shiny black hair fluttered slightly in the breeze, silky strands wavering in the bright green verdence of the glade  She drew out her wand and muttered a charm, flattening the grass into a soft bed. She spoke softly again, speaking a charm to keep away insects That's when she stripped off her robe. She was lovely, wide hips tapering to a narrow waist, the smooth olive skin over her flat stomach leading up to the flare of her ribs and her full, round breasts, dark nipples pointing slightly upward with the firm pertness of a girl in the flower of youth. She laid down then, her shiny black hair fanned out all around her head like a halo, and lay in the pool of sunlight, fingers of one hand tickling her breast, the other one slowly sliding down her tan stomach and over her shaven mound...

Unbeknownst to Cho, she had an audience. Harry, who had not yet had the guts to ask her out, was watching from behind a rock. He was, of course, jacking off, already sweaty with anticipation. One skinny hand was wrapped around his (sadly rather petite) wang and pumping up and down, and his head was inclined slightly downward to watch her out of the tops of his eyes in a rather disturbing Kubrick stare, one corner of his lip twitching upward in a [perverted leer as he panted heavily through his somewhat-congested sinuses. Given his location and wizardly attire, the overall effect was somewhere between a lost trick-or-treater and a pubescent nerd who had just discovered internet pornography.

Unbeknownst to either of them, Cho's audience had a second member: Ignis was watching her from behind a tree. Just as she was about to reach orgasm, Ignist decided to strike. He came roaring, cloaked in shadows, out from behind the tree. Cho barely had time to scream as one of Ignis' dark tentacles wrapped around her ankle. He knew he had to incapacitate her before she could react. She grabbed for her wand, but was unable to grasp it before the tentacle hoisted her in the air by the ankle and violently slammed her face-first into a tree. She shrieked, but was quickly silenced when the tentacle again smacked her against the tree several times. Her body body seemed to wrap around the tree in a spectacle vaguely reminiscent of an angry toddler beating a ragdoll against a clothesline pole. The last thing she felt was the crunching, searing pain of her spine and ribs giving way and the twisting agony in her guts as various vital organs ruptured from the blunt-force trauma.

A short distance away, the quiet fapping ceased. Harry stared in a mixture of shock, horror, and fear. He had to do something! His brow furrowed in determination. He knew exactly what to do. Biting his lip, he began stroking it harder. He groaned as he saw Cho's bloody, bruised corpse dangling upside-down from a single ankle, and then gasped as he watched the dark tentacles snake into each of her three meaty fuckholes and violate them furiously, the sickly stench of oily venom-splooge wafting on the breeze.

Ignis stiffened, suddenly. Someone was watching! He had heard the groan. Turning from where he had heard it, he began to hover away from the scene of the murder. Harry groaned again, in disappointment this time. He couldn't miss this, not for the world! He jumped to his feet and began running after Ignis, his robe hiked up around his waist with one hand while the other maintained a firm grip on his member, knobbly knees moving up and down as he dashed after them while still masturbating furiously.
"Wait, come back!" he yelled, slavering as he attempted to get himself off. Ignis, realizing that his pursuer was not a threat, dropped Cho's raped corpse and turned around to face Harry. Harry, for his part, had just orgasmed. With the dying-down of his lust, he had realized that he was in deep shit, and stood there gaping stupidly at Ignis, the last jet of cum shooting out of his stubby dick.
"You insolent, contemptible fool!" roared Ignis. Before Harry could do anything, a penis-tentacle slid out of Ignis' shadowy form and shot forward toward Harry's head, aiming at the lightning bolt scar. It punched into Harry's forehead and through his skull. Harry stood still, his entire body twitching in spasmodic jerks, eyes rolling until only the whites were visible, white foam surrounding his mouth. He made a weird sound that was half gibber and half groan, like someone being electrocuted: "Ughughughughughugh!" The tentacle ejected a potent cocktail of digestive enzymes into his skull, rapidly liquefying his brain and sucking it out. The tentacle popped out of his head, bits of cerebrospinal fluid spraying out as Harry's body crumpled into a naked, defiled heap. This was the second day of Ignis' reign of terror.