Suffering For Desire
First femmeslashy attempt! No copyright intended. Please R&R and mostly of all, enjoy!
Chapter One, The Third Day of Torture.
Bellatrix Lestrange threw her head back in ecstasy, the feeling of pure, sadistic pleasure washed over her, engulfing her senses sending her into a abstruse and thrilling fantasy world. She was in control, she was dominating, and she loved it more than anything else, apart from her Lord, of course. Watching the young woman in front of her writhe in agony was enough to send her senses spiralling, the sound and smell of inflicting pain and misery made her body tingle, this was the fulfilment that she lived for.
This session was more exciting than any ordinary torture she would inflict upon any unfortunate person that happened to come across the fatale. This was an assignment, an order from her beloved Dark Lord. She had to dispose of her niece, Nymphadora Tonks, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and filthy half-blood traitor to Bellatrix's grand and noble pure-blood family. Though the Dark Lord only ordered her to kill Nymphadora, Bellatrix thought she'd have a little fun with her first.
"STAY DOWN! Yes! You filthy half-blood!" she shrieked before letting out a harsh cackle. "CRUCIO!"Nymphadora screamed in pain. Bellatrix laughed then stopped the spell, panting slightly. She strode over to Nymphadora, who was lying on the floor crying. Bellatrix grabbed her by the chin and stared coldly into her eyes, examining Nymphadora's blood-shot tear filled shining eyes, which had turned an icy grey showing the coldness in return. As Bellatrix continued her death glare, trying to strike more fear into Nymphadora, she couldn't help but notice again that her niece was absolutely beautiful, even in extreme discomposure after two days of torture. Her fierce expression softened a little, Nymphadora's eyes turned into a warmer blue, she noticed too that Bellatrix had slightly turned off the death glare look, and actually got a look at the soft contours of Bellatrix's perfect porcelain face, instead of the harsh, disgusted look that usually appeared when she was in the room with her. She also looked into Bellatrix's eyes, which were the darkest shade of brown, almost black. They too had softened. They weren't the coal-black orbs that penetrated the souls of her victims that they were moments before. She thought herself, her aunt was breathtakingly beautiful, after two days of torturing her, she hadn't noticed before. Bellatrix snapped out of the unusual moment and twisted her face at her own inappropriate thoughts. She stood up and grabbed her by the hair, waved her wand at the corner of the dark, stale room and the same old battered mattress appeared, then she pointed her wand at an old jug and it filled with more water. She dragged Nymphadora by the hair and threw her on the mattress.
"You will be sleeping here tonight, if you try to escape. I'll kill you there and then, and it won't be quick and painless." She spat on Nymphadora's forehead "Filthy blood traitor" she walked over to the heavy dead-bolt door and said with a strange cheeriness "Bad night!" and left Nymphadora to lie on the crumpled mattress, sobbing, and in physical pain.
Later that night, Bellatrix lay in her extravagant four-poster bed struggling to lose herself in sleep. Her mind was too occupied, the look of Nymphadora's pleading eyes, the soft white skin she held so roughly, so right, the whimpering Nymphadora made when she had her on her knees and held her wand to her threateningly. The thoughts of Nymphadora in pain, in beauteous misery gave Bellatrix that tingling sense again. She was extremely aroused and could feel her thighs starting to moisten from her heated, dripping centre. Her hand was slowly moving across- "No!" she exclaimed. "Ugh… How… how could I?!" She was disgusted, thinking about her like that. It wasn't the fact that she was another woman, Bellatrix had experienced sexuality with other girls in her later years at Hogwarts, and it wasn't that she was related to Nymphadora, she once had… well, as much as she hated to admit it, the filthy blood-traitor… Sirius, A brief fling where she swore she would never do that with another blood-traitor like him. She lay in bed still, breathing heavily until a few minutes later, she went to sleep.