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Authors' Notes: First off I want it noted that I DO NOT SUPPORT VOLDEMORT OR HIS DEATH EATERS. I AM BEHIND THE ORDER OF THE PHEONIX 100%. I just love Helena Bonham Carter and like to play with Bella Also no descriptive sex in this chapter, sorry, but not to worry there will be plenty in those to follow.

Rodolphus pounded into her fiercely. At an entirely wrong angle. Bellatrix just laid there as her mind began to wander. How did I end up in this position to begin with?

Normally she would never let a man treat her this way, not even her husband, but for fourteen years alone in her cell in Azkaban the only entertainment she had were her own hands. She needed a man. Clearly Rodolphus isn't one.

She felt him stiffen and come inside her. He didn't bother to ask if she enjoyed it, didn't say anything, just rolled off of her and laid on his side facing away. Normally Bellatrix would make her displeasure known but she was worried if they had a row with the mood she was currently in she might kill him.

Jumping suddenly from the bed she scooped up her dress and went to the loo. His come dribbled out of her, dripping down her leg. Bellatrix growled. Why did I let him do that? She watched herself in the mirror over the sink as she dressed.

"It doesn't matter." She snarled to herself. "It won't happen again."

Sweeping out of their rooms she fairly flew down the hall. Bella heard sounds of pleasure coming from Narcissa's and Lucius' bedroom. It was not fair her sister got a good man and she had been set up with scum.

Why had it been so important I marry so quickly? I'm not having any children right now to spread my pure blood. It had meant a lot to her mother so she'd conceded but her mother was dead now so she needn't stay with him any longer.

Bellatrix took the stairs three at a time. Once outside she slowed and took a moment to look up at the imposing form of Malfoy Manor.

Directly after her escape from prison Narcissa had insisted she stay with them. It appeared she had missed her favourite sister. Bellatrix smiled. Quite sweet to want me to stay. If only she hadn't invited my husband as well.

Her smile faltered. He was the reason she was out on this dark, chilly night. Out seeking her pleasure.

She Apparated to the closest Muggle town onto a deserted street knowing it would be safer to hunt outside the magical community where she couldn't be recognized. I wonder what kind of lowlife will be out at this time of the morning. She passed what looked to be a homeless man and then three overweight, balding men stumbled out of a pub.

I can do better. It was true, if it weren't for the late hour and the immediacy of the ache in her cunt she could have easily seduced any man she wanted. As for tonight she spotted her victim, a rather attractive Muggle man wearing a business suit.

She stepped in front of him, breaking his stride. Though he looked to be in a hurry he didn't seem to mind stopping for such a beautiful woman.

"Hey gorgeous, how much do you charge?" he asked as he openly ogled her chest. Great. She thought. Another Rodolphus.

He continued. "Hey I bet you'd be a fine..."

Stepping close she put a hand on his shoulder and her wand at his chest. "Imperio." His eyes glazed over and he stopped midsentence. Judging by his accent he sounded foreign, Australian maybe.

"Where are you staying? Take me there." She commanded and he led her down the street.

The next street over she followed him into a large brightly lit building. Not bad for Muggles. As they entered the doorman greeted them. But the servants shouldn't speak unless spoken to.

Bellatrix lay back against the pillows of the lush hotel bed completely sated. The man sat beside her waiting to be given his next order. He seemed so happy to serve her, not that he had a choice. He of course had asked nothing from her in return for his services, just as she wanted having already given enough tonight.

Looking up at him Bellatrix waived her wand lazily, removing the curse. The man jumped away from her. She cackled at his panic and confusion as he made to scramble off the bed.

"Crucio."

He fell back writhing against the bedspread. She held the curse, watching him suffer a few moments before releasing him. He was on his hands and knees looking as if he might be sick from the pain.

Since she really didn't want him to puke on her she figured her fun was over. Levelling her wand once more with the Muggle she hissed,

"Avada Kadavra."

There was a flash of green and his body fell face forward against the pillows.

Bellatrix stroked his hair playing with the curls. She really did enjoy men with long hair. Funny the man I love is entirely bald. Bellatrix sighed. Where was he now? Her Dark Lord.

She looked down at the Muggle feeling slightly guilty. What would the Dark Lord think of me sleeping with a Muggle? She knew the sad truth was he wouldn't care. What else are they good for, after all, if not to see to my pleasure? I only wish the Dark Lord would see to it instead.

After returning home there really was nothing to do but go to bed, it was late after all. Bellatrix laid there in the dark balancing near the edge of her bed. She stared at the floor, thinking of the Dark Lord. She wished he was the one sleeping peacefully beside her, the one she had made love to instead of being fucked by a stranger.

She thought back to how beautifully he had tortured her for her last mistake. I wish just once he would torture me because he was pleased with me.

Rolling onto her back she lifted her arm. The Dark Mark was clearly visible in the moonlight shining in through the window.

Just one touch. Bellatrix thought. One touch and he could be here with me. She stroked her arm lightly all around the mark as if caressing a lover. She knew she couldn't summon him, knew to do so for her own purpose could prove deadly. Kissing it lightly instead she rolled back over hugging her pillow. Sleep was the only escape from the pain in her heart.

A loud noise jarred her. She jumped, nearly falling out of bed.

Voldemort snores?

She came back to her senses realizing she must have dozed off. Bellatrix shoved Rodolphus hard. He didn't wake but his snores quieted. She chucked lightly to herself, her smile sad. Letting herself fall back against the mattress she knew tonight would be yet another sleepless night.