"I want to hear you scream my name when you come," Bellatrix demanded. "I want you to know who is fucking you, whose property you are. Maybe I'll give you a tattoo, stating that you're mine. Would you like that, Muddy?"

"Yes, Mistress," said Hermione. She actually wouldn't mind having a reminder that she was Bellatrix's. She was surprised by this thought, but agreed with it nevertheless.

"But, of course, you won't come until I give you permission. Right, mudpuppy?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And I can't give you permission unless you beg, can I?"

"No, Mistress," Hermione responded, getting more excited with every word.

"Then you'll have to beg, won't you, my ickle mudbaby?" she asked in a slightly mocking tone.

"Yes, Mistress."

"How much do you want me to fuck you?" she asked, leaning back on her elbows and looking at Hermione expectantly.

"So much," Hermione said in a soft, pleading voice.

"Beg me to fuck you," Bellatrix said simply.

"Please, fuck me, Mistress, please!" Hermione said, blushing, yet for some reason, enjoying the games Bellatrix played with her.

"How do you want me to fuck you?"

"Hard, please, Mistress! Fuck me until I beg you to stop! Please!" she begged.

Bellatrix surveyed her for a moment. On her knees, naked, chest heaving, face flushed, begging Bellatrix Lestrange to fuck her until she cried. She knew Hermione was a virgin. She was too goody-goody to let that Ronald Weasley fuck her. But, then again…what she had agreed to do, what she was doing, was certainly the last thing that could be considered "goody-goody". But nevertheless, Bellatrix could just tell by the way she held herself, her actions, even the way she spoke, that Hermione was still a virgin. And she wanted to fuck her tight little virgin hole raw.

"You want me to fuck you?" she whispered.

Hermione nodded. "Yes, Mistress. Please," she said.

Bellatrix bit her lip, as if she was in deep thought. Finally, she beckoned for Hermione to come closer.

Hermione quickly scrambled over to Bellatrix, who was laying down on her back. She crawled over to her and sat near her. She just looked down at her hopefully.

"I would like," Bellatrix started slowly. "to taste my little whore before I fuck her." After Hermione's confused expression, Bellatrix rolled her eyes and simply grabbed her waist, easily pulling her so she hovered over Bellatrix's face. She stared up at Hermione's dripping mound, licking her lips at the sight.

Hermione quivered a bit uncomfortably. She wished Bellatrix would flip her over, so she could be more comfortable, but, then again, why would Bellatrix want her more comfortable? She was so busy pondering this, when she screamed and almost fell over when she felt Bellatrix's tongue on herself.

Bellatrix snickered and grabbed Hermione's thighs, steadying her as she ran her tongue up the length of Hermione's slit. This was just another reason Bellatrix knew Hermione had never been touched by anyone other than herself. She was so sensitive. She smirked before repeating the action.

Hermione trembled relentlessly. She couldn't believe how amazing Bellatrix's tongue felt on her intimate area. She ground her hips against Bellatrix's face, wanting more. Her eyes fluttered shut and her head lolled on her shoulders as she whimpered.

"Look at me!" Bellatrix commanded.

Hermione reluctantly opened her eyes and looked down at the witch beneath her. Their eyes met and Hermione felt a gush of wetness shoot to the spot between her thighs.

"Look away, and I'll stop," Bellatrix warned. Looking into Hermione's eyes, she suddenly thrust her tongue deep into the girl.

Hermione cried out and struggled to keep eye contact with her mistress. She whimpered softly and bucked her hips, already feeling her orgasm building. She was approaching her end much too quickly, the feeling on Bellatrix's tongue on her becoming unbearable. She hated that she was so hypersensitive, but she was. Hermione leaned over and propped herself on her hands against the floor so she had better balance.

Bellatrix hooked her arms around Hermione's legs and began teasing her clit as she started up a vigorous pace, thoroughly enjoying the taste of Hermione's arousal. She could feel Hermione's inner muscles contracting around her tongue, and knew she was close to her release. She pulled back for a moment to ask, "Do you wanna come, mudblood?" but then went back to pleasing the Gryffindor.

"Yes, Mistress," Hermione gasped, her fingernails scraping the wood floor.

"Ask nicely," Bellatrix commanded.

"P-P-Please, Mistress, m-may I c-c-come?" she begged, her eyes still locked with Bellatrix's.

Bellatrix forced herself to pull her mouth away from Hermione's scorching heat. "Hmm…" she said, biting her lip and pretending to think. She was actually debating with herself. She wanted Hermione to come, so she could drink her honey, but she also didn't want her to come, so she could torture her just a little bit longer. She decided on the latter. "No. You may not come," she said, before returning to Hermione's core.

Hermione began to cry. Fat tears fell from her eyes onto the floor above Bellatrix's head. "P-P-P-P-Please, M-M-Mistress.." she begged through her tears. "P-Please…Please.." Bellatrix suddenly bit down rather hard on Hermione's clit. Hermione yelped and cried even harder. She began spouting gibberish that no one, not even herself, could understand. She tried to hold back her climax, forcing herself to focus on something, anything, that wasn't the feeling of ecstasy Bellatrix was causing her.

Bellatrix slurped at Hermione's slit until she was satisfied, and ready to fuck her. She pushed Hermione off of her, onto her back beside her, and climbed on top of her. She grinned down at her for a moment.

Hermione got the wind knocked out of her when Bellatrix pushed her over. But she quickly recovered as Bellatrix got on top of her. "Please, Mistress," she whispered desperately.

"Nope! Not yet!" Bellatrix laughed, enjoying the pain she was putting Hermione in. "Now," she said, before kissing her softly. "I am going to fuck my little mudwhore. Would you like that?"

Hermione nodded vigorously. "Yes, please, Mistress," she begged quietly.

Bellatrix smirked lightly and rubbed the shaft of the fake cock between Hermione's legs. They both groaned gutturally. Bellatrix wouldn't be able to take much more of this teasing, though she was the one doing it. She quickly positioned herself at Hermione's entrance, the contact making both of them shudder unintentionally. "You know when doctors say 'This isn't gonna hurt at all.'?" Bellatrix asked, looking down into Hermione's eyes.

"Yes.." Hermione said uncertainly. She had been told losing your virginity was painful, but she didn't think it would hurt that much.

"Well, I'm not a doctor. This is going to hurt. A lot. So…brace yourself," she told her.

Hermione was scared by these words. She dug her nails into the floor and tried to relax her muscles, not knowing how much pain the dildo could cause her.

Without warning, Bellatrix shoved into Hermione, breaking through her barrier and taking her virginity.

Hermione shrieked in pain as Bellatrix stole what was left of her innocence. She instinctively reached upward, grabbing Bellatrix and holding on for dear life. She sobbed as she dug her nails into Bellatrix's back, no doubt drawing blood and leaving marks, but she didn't care. All she could think about was the pain. It felt like she was being ripped in half, and she was almost sure she would die. Or pass out. Or both.

Bellatrix propped herself up on her hands and hissed in pain as Hermione clawed at her back. But surprisingly, she didn't mind it. She liked the pain. It increased the pleasure already bubbling in her stomach. She groaned as she began to piston into the crying Gryffindor, the feel of Hermione's walls caressing the dildo making her head spin. She was tight, she was so tight, and so warm and wet, and Bellatrix could hardly stand it. She leaned down and captured Hermione's lips, swallowing her screams.

Hermione sobbed and tried to beg Bellatrix to stop, but all that came out was nonsensical blubbering. She continued to rip at Bellatrix's back and hair, trying to get her to stop, but she just continued fucking her. She couldn't believe how much pain she was in. Her whole body ached, every movement of Bellatrix's sending waves of agony throughout her entire body.

Bellatrix groaned as Hermione's walls clenched around her. Hermione was better than she had imagined she would be. She was tighter, hotter, slicker, and just better overall. She switched from fast, desperate thrusts to long, languid strokes, savoring the feel of Hermione's inner muscles squeezing the fake cock.

As Bellatrix's thrusts became slower, Hermione slowly reclaimed the ability to think through the slowly dying pain. She still cried, though the pain was beginning to subside. She still clung to Bellatrix, for she was Hermione's only link to the world. She was afraid that if she let go, she would pass out, or die, even. So she clutched the dark woman as if her life depended on it, which, actually, she thought it did.

"P-P-Please…M-Mistress, please…p-please, s-s-stop!" she sobbed.

Sick as it was, hearing Hermione's pleas for mercy pushed Bellatrix over the edge. She screeched her pleasure as she released, stopping all movement. Waves of ecstasy rolled over her entire body, tears coming to her eyes as her orgasm continued. When she was finally finished, she collapsed on top of Hermione, who was still crying hysterically.

As Bellatrix orgasmed, Hermione slowly reached a trembling hand down between her legs and pulled the dildo out of herself. She sighed as she was relieved of the immediate pain the plastic had caused. Her eyes widened and she gasped as she raised her hand and saw it was absolutely covered in her blood. Bellatrix took heaving breaths as she rolled off of Hermione.

They laid in silence for a moment before Bellatrix climbed back on top of Hermione. She kissed her passionately, her fingers getting lost in her brown locks as the readied the dildo back between Hermione's legs.

When Hermione felt the plastic rub against her clit, though fear entered her mind, she moaned softly. She tried to beg against Bellatrix's lips, but it was no use. Bellatrix pulled back and grinned as she looked into Hermione's terrified eyes.

"Round two."

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Hey guys! So I've had some controversy lately….and I want your opinions. I NEED YOUR HELP! I've had some mixed reactions about the option of making this a serious story. I will be writing a serious Bellamione soon, just so you know. But what do you guys think? Should I develop this into something more? Or should I keep it just smut? Also, I know this was a short chapter, but if you want the next one to be longer, YOU HAVE TO REVIEW! ;D

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