2orture me, Luv me
Tonks sat gagged on her feet. Her hands knotted tightly behind her back. Head down, staring pensively at the filthy floor of the storage room, wondering nervously what it had in store. Her neck lifted at the sound of the door opening.
"I say Nymphadora, I do applaud your obedience."
The deatheater was smiling.
"Sitting there, scuffing your knees all pretty, waiting for your mistress, just like a little puppy would."
She clicked over, holding a knife.
"But I suppose that you are…technically a mutt though, aren't you?"
Glaring furiously up at her aunt, Tonks coughed, choked by the fabric that was wadded into her mouth.
"Hmmm…?" said Bellatrix, placing the knife beneath the young woman's chin, lifting it up. "You answer, answer me now mutt girl!"
She clawed her fingernails down into her niece's mouth, pulling out the soft fabric that was used to gag her.
"Ahhhh!"
Tonks fell forward, coughing at Bellatrix's feet. She looked up in the woman's hand and saw what was removed from her mouth:
A silky pair of black panties, saturated with blood and her own saliva. Sitting straight, and with all the breath she could muster she uttered: You sick bitch…
Bellatrix gasped with a look of playful shock on her face. "Nymphadora… haven't your filthy mudblood parents taught you better than to use such hurtful words." Tonks slowly stretched back as the deatheater bent closer to her. "But I guess it is time for your proper recompense now, is it."
Tonks swallowed, trying to appear unmoved but she was far from it. "Get away from me Bellatrix! Stay away or I swear I'll crucio you out of your fucking clothes!"
Bellatrix sighed and drew back from her. She walked behind her edgy prisoner and sunk to the floor behind her. "I'll do with you whatever I please… Tonks," Bellatrix whispered, squeezing her webbed clad arms around her, sinking her head on the young auror's shoulder.
Closing her eyes Tonks began to sob. "I know, I know," Bellatrix cooed, patting the purple-haired head. "It's okay, it's okay, mummy's here."
Tonks couldn't help it, she was no warrior. Here she was crying as a deatheater rocked her like a child.
The end