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Chapter #6
Moves to another kind of torture
by: Unknown
You once again felt Umbridge begin to walk once again, causing you to be jostled around in her panties once more as she strode along the halls. Her anus was still ever present, and winking slightly as you kept being tossed around the cotton prison, repeatedly falling against the puckered hole.
This was obviously causing the woman pleasure as she let out a light hum as she walked, she however had fresh air to breathe, while you were still breathing in the smell of her panties and anus.
You heard a loud sliding sound before a clicking noise, Umbridge seemed to relax slightly.
(Umbridge's POV)
The feeling of the shrunken student in her panties was enough to make Umbridge smile in satisfaction, he like many before him was reduced to little more than a personal toy for her amusement.
Though she tended to get rid of her former toys, either through wearing them down till they begged her to end their suffering, or by accidental death, none of her previous toys were still alive.
It was a shame none of them had survived, she would have enjoyed having more than one little toy at her disposal.
But, maybe this one could prove to be more resilient
(Umbridge POV End
You were suddenly met with light invading the panty prison before a giant thumb and forefinger came down, plucking you up from the panties and raising you into the air.
Looking around quickly you saw Umbridge had returned to her office.
After removing you, she sat down at her desk, still holding you in one hand as her other reached for a small tea pot. She didn't pay you much attention as she poured herself a hot cup of tea, placing the pot down and taking a small sip from her cup before she turned to you.
"Well now, it seems you've become acquainted with my backdoor little one. I hope you enjoyed it, as I said you're definitely not the first to experience it up close" she said before taking another small sip from her cup before smiling at you.
The look she gave you made your skin crawl.
However you suddenly found yourself lowered down beneath her desk and to the floor, her fingers releasing you as you were underneath the seating area of her desk, which extended down to the ground, effectively trapping you. The only way out would be to get past her.
"Now than, time for your next lesson I believe" you heard her say from above.
You were about to ask what she meant, when two 'clacking' noises resounded out around you, and you turned to see her large pink heeled shoes behind you, before she removed them from her stocking clad feet.
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