Bellatrix Lestrange climbed down the steep stairs into the dark dingy basement. She kicked pebbles down the deconstructed walkway. She had planned to come here for so long and she almost excited.

It has been a year since the end of the war and as predicted, Voldemort had won. All of the rules that had been established by the overthrown Ministry were immediately abolished and replaced by a decrease from Voldemort himself. Death eaters now run amok killing muggles and capturing muggle-borns. Half breeds were imprisoned and forced to work camps. Any remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix which should be immediately turned in for public executions, but just like before the war, death eaters were very bad at following rules.

Many of the women that had had connections to Potter, and had survived the battle, of course, ran to escape the kidnappers. Disgusting men would roam London and much of Europe to find young witches to be kidnapped and sold. Those who had strongly opposed Voldemort before Harry's death fetched a high price.

That is what had brought Madam Lestrange to this dimly lit dungeon.

After years of being dissatisfied by her husband, she was ready to escape from under him. Throughout almost 16 years of marriage, Rodolphus had never made her cum, not even once.

Before her imprisonment in Azkaban, she would lay underneath him motionlessly while he used her body for whatever his needs required. He never lasted long, in the beginning, they tried toys and tools and magical spells that promised to drive her wild. All to no avail.

The first time she felt anything besides utter disgust by being penetrated by her spineless mate was when she could still feel the exhilaration of torturing some unfortunate muggle, or the rare occasions when she was too drunk to know it was him slamming into her.

After Azkaban though, the only man that excited her was The Dark Lord. So commanding and so belittling. When she was near him, he treated her as little more than a winch to fetch him things. When the two were alone and she did something to please him he crooned her and rewarded her like a pet. She did everything possible to please him.

The thought of being anywhere near her husband after feeling such great power within her was sickening, but under the vow, she had agreed upon many years, before she was required to do anything he asked of her. The was no way out of the unbreakable marriage accords. She had explored every option.

Now she was here grasping for straws. If her husband had something else to play with, he would no longer be so eager to try and bed her. She ventured to this dungeon to pick up this toy.

She had had whisperings of a place where she could get exactly what she needed. Those had been long-standing, but she had no reason to wander down into a decrepit basement for some muggle trash or a spoiled mudblood. Even Rodolphus wouldn't taint himself with such filth. No, Bellatrix had taken this journey for a real prize.

She knocked on the cold metal door in front of her. A metal sheet slid sideways revealing a set of eyes, peering through the hole and sizing her up.

"Wow, you are one sexy witch." The deep voice whispered, taking in the view of Bellatrix's appearance. Her lacy midnight blue dress was frayed and ripped. Many of the jagged gashes displayed the pale flesh beneath the fabric. Her thighs were barely covered and a wide rip showed most of her cleavage.

Bellatrix was not in the mood for this pansy.

"I was told you have a girl here." she croaked. "I want her." Her eyes shone with her always present greediness and insanity.

"Well, we have a lot of girls here. Short, tall, pale, dark, we got them all," he said nonchalantly. "There is a price for a women's entrance though."

Bellatrix cocked her head sideways. "What does price matter? I have enough money to buy anything here. Let me in so I may collect the witch I want."

She flicked her hand and a large bag filled with money appeared. It was almost the size of her head and should have been impossible for her to hold, but she did anyway.

"There is a special price, we can talk about what it is after you find what you're looking for." The voice said thickly, his eyes had torn from Bellatrix's body to the sack of galleons she held aloft. The slit shut and the door swung open.

A walk of a man stood before her, hulking and nearly triple her size. He had scars clawing across his skin. His long dark hair covered his eyes. She eyed him dismally and brushed past him. She drifted down a lit corridor. The man eyed her and her money hungrily before shutting the door.

"So what is it that you're looking for?" He asked following her.

"The girl we discussed earlier. She is still here correct?" Bellatrix said ignoring the way the man sized her up.

Though large, the giant was fast, slipping between her and a large crimson door at the end of the corridor.

"What are your sexual needs? I doubt any of the women here would be opposed to satisfying you, but I'm sure we could find you something more filling." The man's eyes lingered on her lips, as he said this.

Bellatrix ignored his suggestion. "It's not for me. It's for my husband. He needs something to fuck to leave me alone." She looked behind his massive body. "What's behind that door?"

"If your husband isn't doing it for you, I could help you fix that." he took a step closer, closing the gap between them.

Bellatrix eyed him with curious hunger. "How?"

"Like this." The man grabbed Bellatrix turning her around in his arms. He snatched her wand away putting it aside. He shoved up the fabric of her dress revealing the bareness below.

"What do you think you're doing?" Bellatrix said struggling against him. He held her wrists and bent her over.

"I'm just fixing your problem." said the depraved man. He wrapped his free arm around her waist and picked her up. Her bottom was raised to the air, free underneath his gaze.

The man brought her lower half to his face and darted his tongue across her exposed cunt. Bellatrix felt nothing pleasant, as his hot wet tongue slid back and forth between her folds. She clawed at his large beast like arm.

"Let me down, or I will kill you." She seethed. He removed his muzzle from her sloppiness.

"Don't you want to feel the prowess of an actual man?" he asked, slowly sliding his arm up towards her breasts.

"I have the girl you've sought, if you want her, you'll have to do as I say," he said sternly before giving her lower half a smirk. She was glistening wet. She likes this, he thought. He submerged his face once again, letting his tongue venture and explore while Bellatrix lie soundlessly underneath him.

"Moan, bitch," he said smacking her ass hard. Bellatrix listened moaning softly. She imagined this oaf had been replaced with the only man she'd ever want to shag and found a few real moans mingling in her chest.

He ate at her relentlessly. His hands still groped her breasts below the dress and his tongue dragged across her clit, piercing her pink over and over again. She felt as if she could cum under these conditions, but his ragged breathing and the bulge protruding from his crotch was a constant reminder that he would never bring her off.

Instead, she faked it, like she faked every emotion for Rodolphus. She let a moan resonate in the still halls, she clenched around his tongue and shook her lower half.

"Oy, about time." He dropped her to the ground to undo his pants. Bellatrix searched for her fallen wand to no avail. When she turned around, a rather thick penis sat in front of her.

"Come on now, deary." The man said, stroking himself in front of her face. He grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to him, and rested it where his hand had been. She dragged it back and forth across the hard, heated flesh.

"Your other hand."He groaned. She wrapped both her hands around his meat and jerked it towards her face.

He swiped her hands away from her and slipped his thick fingers into her wild black nest.

"Open wide," he said gleefully. She did, to yell a threat, and he drove his cock down her throat. The thickness was too much to take. Any other woman would gag, claw or let tears fly, but Bellatrix didn't. She narrowed her eyes at him and ignored the lack of air. This was not the first time she had been oxygen deprived.

For a few seconds, the man fully absorbed the warm sanctity of her mouth. Then he drew his hips back, holding her head in place, and shoved himself back past her uvula.

He rammed her mouth over and over again. When he finally withdrew himself Bellatrix ignored the urge to gasp for breath.

She looked up at him. "Are we finished?"

"Have I finished?" He asked with a wicked smile. He released her hair and walked back towards the waiting room couch. He sat with his legs spread wide.

"Come," he said. Bellatrix raised to her feet and walked towards him.

"Oh, good. Since you're not on your knees you can bring me off a different way." He sat stroking his cock and drew up and down her body with his eyes.

"Closer," he said. He repeated it until Bellatrix was standing between his outstretched legs. He hooked a large finger into the cleavage exposing rip and pulled downwards. The dress shredded underneath his grasp, revealing Bellatrix in all her glory.

Her body was near perfection. The light in the dungeon played off her skin wonderfully. Her breasts perked from her chest with little chocolate kissed nipples. From her chest, her waist curved inwards at her navel before slowly rolling out into her hips and long legs.

The disgusting beast in front of her licked his lips. Gesturing for her to come forward. She did as he said, climbing into his lap.

He grabbed her hips roughly and lead her lower half to his. Lining them up for his entrance. Without warning he pulled her downwards, spearing her with his massive cock.

Bellatrix couldn't withhold the scream as she felt her lower half rip apart. The pain was white hot and searing. The man, however, didn't care. He lowered her still until his entirety was sheathed inside of her.

He groaned as Bellatrix hollered against the pain. When her screams quieted to hisses, he grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her forward towards him. "Ride me." He whispered sickeningly in her ear.

Bellatrix rose slightly before sliding back down, ignoring the shooting pain the action emitted. The man below her groaned in pleasure and Bellatrix wished she had a dagger to slit his throat.

"Faster." He growled. Bellatrix got used to the ripping pain as she raised and lowered herself, but increasing the speed would be pure agony. When she didn't do as was told, he smacked her bare bum and rolled her over.

Now in this new position, Bellatrix was lying long ways on the couch with her head on the armrest. Her legs were around him and he was still in her.

Her eyes widened with the understanding of this new position. He was in full control now. He drove into her ignoring the screams she emitted. One hand enclosed around her throat the other helped to brace himself above her. He ducked his head down to awkwardly suckle at her breasts. Biting and nipping at the creamy globes.

He careened into her repeatedly, despite the blood that dripped from her and the claws that dug into him like sharp talons.

He groaned loudly before his speedy thrusts grew faster and more sporadic. He came loudly still thrusting in and out of her shredded pussy.

Before she shut her eyes to brace herself, Bellatrix saw it. Her wand was mere centimeters away from her in his back pocket. She reached for it while he pulled out of her cream filled cunt.

She pressed the wand to his chest. A crucio spell split right through him. He crumpled on top of her, writhing in pain. She pushed him off of her and continued to crucio him while he screamed in pain. This was more like it.

"Take me to the girl," she said laughing at the gigantic man unable to control himself.

She let the spell go and he didn't answer her. He took several unsteady breathes trying to crawl up to his knees. She sent the jet of pain at him again laughing.

She let it go when he screamed "ok".

Too weak to stand up, he crawled towards the back. She smiled cruelly at him. He pulled keys from his pocket, shaking them in his attempt to put them into a door. She took them from him and unlocked the door herself. She threw the door open and smiled triumphantly.

Before her was the witch she sought. Hands bound above her head, attached to the ceiling. Her feet were chained together and she wore a shiny red collar to prevent her use of magic. Her curly brown hair covered most of her face, but Bellatrix knew that this was exactly who she had searched for.

Hermione Granger.