Missing Days

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Drawn and quartered is what they called it and it was what Ronan said they were going to do to Dolores Umbridge. Bane still had the ropes that had emanated from the foolish witch\'s wand when she tried to incarcerate Magorian. Hogwarts\'s headmistress couldn\'t recall another time where she had been so firm in my convictions that those damned animals were nothing but the lesser beings that she had always alleged them to be.

As they carried the hefty, jiggling woman into the forest, further away from what she had decided were a treacherous Muggle-born witch and that foolish bespectacled drama queen, the half-men immediately started to shred the clothes off of her body. The raven-haired creature Bane stood Umbridge on the stump of a broken tree. The nipples of her saggy breasts brushed hard against her mottled outstretched belly as she stood in the dappled light of the forest. The brisk wind sliced at her, further inciting her flesh to an ugly veined purplish hue.

Though it was primarily Bane leading the charge of revenge, Ronan had been the first to reach out and slide his fingers over the shivering woman\'s flesh. Sniffing at the air, Magorian noted, \"She is in heat. The silly human finds this arousing.\"

Umbridge felt her face first blanch and then flush a deep crimson. Her rotund hands flew up in a vain attempt to cover her face only to be grabbed simultaneously on either side by Bane and Ronan. Violently, they yanked her off of her splintered pedestal. Each one had a length of the failed rope, which they wrapped around each wrist. \"N-n-no... I don\'t want to die!\" she wailed at them. All vows that she made to herself about concealing her panic from these base creatures that she made during her forceful voyage into this clearing flew out of the window with her sudden and extreme desire not to be pulled apart. Dolores wanted to live.

Bane laughed raucously. \"There are worse things than death, human,\" he barked at her as he galloped to a tree and tied the rope around the trunk of it just above his waist. Likewise Ronan ran with the other rope to another tree. Following their lead, two other centaurs grabbed up the obese woman\'s legs by the ankles. Umbridge struggled against their cold hands, but to no avail. The rigging, the last two of which were now being tied to two other trees in the clearing, suspended Dolores spread-eagled.

At first the centaurs simply brutalized her, pummeling her with fists, hooves, tenderizing her flesh and bruising her, but not actually breaking any bones. Her wrists and ankles, however, were taking a thorough shredding. The pallid and hefty woman\'s skin was tearing and blood oozed from around the spiny ropes. Loud and piercing screams sprang from her mouth. The pain was insufferable, the horror of what they were going to do was devastating, but in the end what hurt the most was how aroused this treatment made her.

Again everything stopped as the males sniffed at the air. To begin with the humbled headmistress simply felt the rubbery meat of their massive erections thumping at her thighs, back and sides. The warm and slimy press of them on her repulsed her, but still the blood flowed to her nether regions causing her exposed sex to open enticingly to the excited half-breeds.

Finally it was Bane who gave a loud whinnying growl through his teeth and rose up on his hind legs. His forelegs landed cruelly on Umbridge\'s middle back as he balanced himself on the swinging body of the terrified witch. With little thought to her comfort or safety, the shadowy centaur drove himself hard into her pulsing orifice. The massive black veined erection stretched her nether lips wide, beyond the point of whiteness and on to a few luridly leaking tears. Again Umbridge wailed as the force and strain on the ropes dislocated a shoulder. She tried to kick the beast away, but her legs were too securely bound and parted.

Magorian ran around to confront her from the front, trying to force his own rigid length into her mouth. The best that the portly woman could do as her flesh waggled from the strength of the plunging angry centaur behind her was to lick at it. This gave Magorian another idea. He cantered back and slowly turned around and flicked his tail up and to the side.

Presented with the horse anus, Umbridge was at a loss for what to do. \"Lick it. Lick the ass of your superior!\" he ordered.

Tears streamed down the frazzled woman\'s face. She didn\'t even know when she had started weeping; perhaps from the first moment she was wrenched into the forest by the brutish beasts. Or perhaps it was she first realized the vile students that had brought her here most likely to die had betrayed her. Again the pain of the beast behind her entering made her cry out. While her mouth was opened, Magorian back up against it, forcing her mouth against the widening aperture of his anus.

Dolores cried out into the depraved cavity, but shot out her stumpy tongue and flicked it inside of the pulsing pucker of muscles. She felt it relax as the flanks of the half-man in front of her shivered in pleasure. All she could hear now in the forest were her piteous whimpers into the creature she was tongue fucking, the grunts of Bane who was driving into her, the grinding whine of the rigging that bound her and the lascivious moans of Magorian\'s pleasure.

Feeling the hard and wet forced splat of what must have been Bane\'s ejaculation washing painfully inside of her and back out as the beast pulled himself out of her, she kept up her work at tonguing Magorian\'s anus. Her tongue slipped in and out with ease, as she tasted the tartness of the innermost part of the half-breed. After a beat, the centaur moved away, only to be replaced by another beast\'s backside as she felt the weight of the ropes shift and change and another thick prick slipped inside of her.

*

She remembered her screaming.

She remembered the pain.

But what humiliated her, what she thought about in those hours she spent in the infirmary after Dumbledore had rescued her, was how much she loved every dirty minute of it.