Bella looked beautiful. Her curly black locks were braided and twisted on her head in a masterpiece hairstyle that had taken hours. Green velvet cascaded below a cream-colored silk, pearl-studded bodice and the off shoulder, flowing sleeves matched her velvet skirt. No one would say this bride was not lovely. Unhappy, perhaps, but lovely.
Bella's decision had been an quick one. Love for herself or for her sister. Some shook their heads at her choice while others smiled approvingly. No matter what her guests felt, Bella knew she made the only choice she could live with. Riddle gave her away. Her groom was tall, handsome in his wedding finery, and grinning at the prize he won. Bella smiled at her weeping sister and maid of honor, Narcissa, and nodded at the best man, Lucius. Riddle had commanded those two have the places of honor, as he liked to show his power to his followers. Vows were exchanged, kisses were made, and reception dances were danced. All too soon, the newly wedded couple were bundled off to their bridal suite. Bella shook as her new groom undressed her. She wondered, once again, if she had made the right choice. As her husband pushed her onto the bed, she knew. She knew a thousand times over that there had not really been a choice for her. Rodolphus caressed his wife, a prize he had somehow won. He had always wanted her. Any intelligent man wanted to marry into the Black family, stealing one of the beautiful Black sisters. Andromeda had married some mudblood trash, leaving Narcissa and Bellatrix. He had never cared which one he married and Riddle had offered him both of them. Bella made the final choice and Rodolphus was going to enjoy ravaging her body. He roughly shoved two fingers in the crevice between her legs. "Dry," he said irritated, "You're dry. Don't you love your new husband?"
"Please, just get on with it," Bella answered dully. Rodolphus grabbed Bella by the hair and yanked her into a sitting position. He watched her tears form as he shoved his fingers in and out of her dryness. Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out and slapped her. "Suck on them," he commanded. Bella turned away. Rodolphus leered at her, "Should I have the Dark Lord command you to obey me sexually or should I just force you?"
She spat in his face. "Force it is," he grinned. He wiped her spit off his face with the two fingers he'd been using earlier and shoved them back in her. Using his wand, he bound her hands above her head and gagged her with her panties. When she tried to kick him away he bound her legs to the bedposts. Rodolphus fingered her until, against her will, natural slickness began to pool between her legs. He licked her clit, still fingering her, and began planting kisses on her writhing body, working his way up until he was licking the tears off her face. When he finally plunged into her with his not-so-large member, he spit in her face and fucked her until her body wracked with unwanted orgasms. Releasing Bella's legs, he flipped her over, once more plunged his fingers into her, and pulled them out, dragging them over her anal hole. "I think," he whispered in her ear, "I want to hear you scream." As he began fucking her anally, he ungagged her and came to the sound of her screams, which he didn't bother silencing with a charm. When he finally exhausted himself on her back, he plopped down and pulled her to him. "Hold me, wife," he said while thinking he was going to enjoy being married to Bellatrix Lestrange.

The next day, Riddle knocked on Lucius Malfoy's door. Lucius bowed as he ushered Riddle into the room. "My Lord," he said, "What a pleasure to receive you so early."
Riddle grinned, "I have some news I think you shall enjoy."
Lucius raised an eyebrow, "I do love good news."
"Walburga and a few others have worked all night to prepare. You and Narcissa Black shall be wed today. You will join Bella and Rodolphus in marital bliss. Yourself and Cissa shall trade places with Bella and her new husband. It will be a wonderful day."

Ch. 2 cont

Lucius was speechless. How could he rub his happiness with Narcissa in Bella's face? And to do it only a day after her sacrifice to her sister's happiness was abominable in his mind.
Riddle laughed, knowing Lucius' thoughts.
"You wed at noon, Lucius. Do not disappoint me."

Cissy cried. She cried and screamed and raged and threw things at the wall. The proper lady had fled her presence, replaced by the passionate love of a sister. She had heard Bella's screams the night before and now she was expected to marry Lucius, a mere day after Bella's horrifying ordeal.
"Cissy, it's okay," Bella comforted. "Please, just marry him before the Dark Lord changes his mind."
Bella took Cissy's hands in her own, "One of us should be happy and that hair is not going to make you happy if you keep throwing things, bobbing your head about like a hen."
Cissy smiled weakly and sat down, "I love you, Bells."
"And I love you, Hells."

Narcissa's wedding night was more enjoyable than her sister's. Her screams were those of barely human pleasure.
Lucius took his time, exploring every inch of Cissa's body. He started out rubbing her feet and telling her he loved her. The foot rub turned into rubbing lotion on her legs. The lotion rubbing turned into caressing the VERY slick folds between her thighs.
"Your thighs are perfect," he declared, planting a kiss on her left one.
"Only my thighs?" she asked.
"Hmmmm. I highly doubt it, but I shall need a sample to know for sure."
Narcissa stretched her legs out and lifted her hips toward him in answer.
Lucius spread her lower lips with his fingers and gently licked the split from bottom to top. For a few moments, he gently lapped at the pool building up and when he knew she was going to come, he thrust his fingers inside and licked her clit until she came, shuddering, in his face.
"No," he said breathlessly, "not just your thighs."
Cissy grinned, then pushed Lucius down on the bed. "My turn," she cooed.
Using just her tongue, she licked his shaft until he was almost as drippy as her. Cissy cocked her head at his groans and proceeded to take him, all of him, into her mouth and down her throat. She bobbed up and down until his fingers gripped the bed and he screamed he was about to lose it if she didn't stop.
"Well, that'd be no fun," she said in mock seriousness and she slid her still soaked vagina onto his impressive member. She slid her hips back and forth coming onto him and gasping in pleasure when he rolled her underneath him. They pounded in perfect rhythm until both were screaming obscenities in climatic pleasure.
"I," Cissa breathed, "need a damn cigarette.