A/N: I DO NOT own Happy Potter. Been having a lot of fun getting naughty and reworking this story. Any new readers that come across this, I hope you enjoy, I know I am .
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Billie sunk back in the brass claw-foot bathtub, leaning against the porcelain rim as she soothed her stinging wrists.
The invisible binds that he had used last night left thick purple bruises around her flesh, marking her conveniently as his own, and his only.
Staring up at the ceiling of the bath she silently thought about all that had occurred the past few hours, and what exactly it meant for her.
He had robbed her of her family. Lord Voldemort, a vile defender of evil who had orchestrated the murder of Billie's family and taken her hostage. She should have hated him with every fiber of her being but she could not, because she so longed for his affection.
And in turn, that hatred was turned the only other place it could go: inward. She loathed herself so deeply that each moment she could not think of anything but the punishment she deserved. Not punishment that would bring her pleasure, but punishment which would truly put her in her place, making up for the murder of her loved ones while she tried to appeal to their executioner.
The previous night she had spent in her bed, sobbing heavily as she dug her nails into the flesh of her arms, drawing blood and inciting throbbing pain which did nothing to still her guilt. When she used the bathroom that night, the cloudy mix of semen and urine reminded her of her betrayal once more.
Sleep did not come easy, and when it did, Billie found herself plagued by nightmares where she was confronted by the ghosts of her family as they demanded an answer for her behavior. The angrily berated her for climbing into bed with the one of their murderers, and demanded blood payment I return.
And in her dream, it was the small girls, torn apart and dismembered who stared at Billie silently through hating eyes that caused her to awaken violently. Her stomach churned, and she could do nothing but lay in bed alone.
Alone. He had not even been there to console her. He had used her, completely making her nothing more than a tool for his earthly desires and left without so much as a word or care.
All of it was too much, because despite all the pain he had caused her, Billie could not take her mind off just that: the pain. When she came, her orgasm had been more powerful than any she had ever experienced. Voldemort had managed to take her body to an entirely different realm of pleasure where her senses heightened and opened her both physically and emotionally.
When she cried out, it was as though every nerve in her body writhed with pleasure, euphoria coursing through her core. He had made her his own, taking control of her form in a way Billie yearned for.
And then there was the vision she had foreseen. The strange images that entered her mind when she reached her climax.
There was the man, with the cold voice. He reminded her of her captor in a way, perhaps as he looked once upon a time. Whoever he was, he spoke to her as if they were familiars, yet Billie could not describe it as a dream. She had been awake at the time after all, and she could sense and smell the very air around her, she could taste and touch her surroundings. She knew it was not a dream, but could not find a logical explanation to describe what had happened exactly.
What she did know was that some dormant part of her awoke upon seeing the man who spoke to her as if they were lovers from an ancient past. She now had an unnatural hunger to inflict pain on others, not just herself, and not just the ones who had wronged her. She no longer felt the human grace and kindness that once dominated her soul, but a cruel malice that was nihilistic in nature. She wanted to destroy something beautiful.
All of these thoughts and emotions threatened to rip right out of her, tearing her flesh apart and leaving her an unsightly pile of discarded remains. It seemed too much to feel for one human being, and she wondered how it was possible, and how long it would be before she succumbed.
Glancing down at the scratches on her arms Billie stood up, feeling the water drip down her inner thighs as cold air slapped her skin. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped herself carefully then timidly walked back to the bedroom, clutching her arms over her body as though trying to protect herself from the world.
Opening the door to the bedroom that was now her prison, Billie stopped where she stood as her eyes flew to the robed man standing in the corner of the room, gazing out of the window.
Inhaling sharply Billie said nothing, his very presence both comforting and frightening her. The scratches on her arms began to itch and she suddenly became aware that she was very naked and very vulnerable where she stood.
Silently, Lord Voldemort spun around and glared at her, his eyes seemingly melting her. Trying to be strong, Billie closed the door behind her and stepped into the bedroom, peeling off the towel and sitting on the bed, crossing her legs and drying herself off.
Immediately, she felt in power once again. The guilty thought which belonged in her head sunk away as she toweled herself off, looking up at her new master seductively. Taking the towel, she gently began to dry off her breasts, feeling her nipples harden from both the touch and his gaze.
Suddenly, he appeared before her with a pop, grabbing her arms with an iron-clad fist and ferocious eyes.
"You have defiled yourself." He hissed, and Billie looked down at the scratches on her forearms.
Billie found herself unable to say anything, feeling his anger and fear from it.
Pulling out his wand, Billie watched as he touched the tip to her skin and the scratches began to heal, the skin tightening and leaving behind no mark but a slight redness and itch, barely noticeable.
After doing the other arm he stepped back, and Billie gazed into his horrible eyes, wishing she could tell what he was thinking. In his eyes she saw loathing, anger, and disdain, but she still wished she could detect a gleam of acceptance or desire. She needed his approval, she craved it and wanted to be his.
"I'm sorry. I…I…" she trailed off weakly, her throat becoming dry. Looking up, Billie gazed directly into his eyes before he lifted his hand to struck her surprisingly, so hard that it sent her flying on her back.
"Your body is mine. It belongs to me and will not be defiled by any doing but my own."
The slap left her cheek stinging painfully, her face hot and flooded with blood. Remaining where she was on her back, she stared at the ceiling, heart pounding excitedly in her chest as she wondered what might come to her next.
"Now you must be punished. Come, sit up."
His voice was chilling, but in it Billie could detect a slight waver. She had him, in her power. She now had the ability to turn him to putty with her body. Her cries, could be his undoing and she was confident even as his submissive. She was finding more power within herself as she put herself in a more vulnerable position.
Pulling herself up Billie sat on the edge of the bed, facing Voldemort with her hands properly laced behind her back. Sticking out her chest she looked directly into his eyes, silently telling him everything she wanted.
"Turn around and bend over the bed." He demanded softly and Billie did as told, feeling heat flood her chest, breasts, cheeks, and nether regions.
Resting her face against the comforter, feeling completely exposed in her nakedness.
"You must learn. You are…my mine. Your body belongs to me. And now…" he trailed off.
The air seemed to come alive and Billie listened as a cracking sound emerged into the room, almost like a whip. Closing her eyes, she waited before an unexpected sting landed across her buttocks, causing her to cry out loudly.
"You flesh bruises quite beautifully…" he said behind her, and again, another unexpected lash.
Each stinging blow left behind a sharp pain, inching closer and closer to the space between her legs, and each time Billie arched her back, hoping he would land on her slowly-swelling cunt which continued to get wetter with each lashing.
"Up." He suddenly croaked, and Billie did as told, turning around to find her master disrobed and extremely hard, his face set with extremely human wrinkles as he struggled before her to contain himself.
Billie glanced down at his cock, studying the veins hungrily as she ached with the very thought of having him inside of her once more. As her buttocks continued to sting painfully she rested against the bed, waiting for her orders.
"Against the bedpost. Back straight." He said, and she did as told as he walked over and grabbed both of her arms, holding them above her head.
Without a word or the use of his wand, Billie glanced up as once again, her hands magically found themselves bound. For a moment, Voldemort hesitated before grabbing right leg and lifting it as well, binding it together with her arms.
Billie had danced as a child, and practiced yoga everyday so it was nothing strange to her to go into such a stretch. What was strange, however, was sitting for an extended period of time while her freshly-whipped skin stung irritably against the bed coverings. If his intentions had been to cause discomfort, he had certainly succeeded.
Beyond that, she was exposed in a way she never had been, her leg tied above her head so that she was spread vulnerably, no way to cross her legs or cover herself. For the first time in her life, Billie wished she did not wax so that she had something—even hair—to cover her.
Yet that made her all the more excited. The way he stared at her hungrily as though preparing to devour her. Stepping closer, her master grabbed her leg then guided himself into her entrance slowly, causing Billie to tense with a sharp inhale as pleasure exploded though her.
He took her hesitation as he began pumping in and out of her steadily, never removing his cold eyes from her own. With each small whimper, Billie's moans began to develop until they tore from her lips full-fledged and she tilted her head back, placing her free hand on Voldemort's pale shoulder and gripping tightly.
"Look at me." He whispered, placing both hands on her face and forcing her to look into his own. His eyes were wide, his lips parted as labored breaths escaped, and for the first time his features seemed to soften. Behind them, Billie could swear she saw the ghost of a handsome man, lingering behind the distorted details that caused her both fear and curiosity.
"Please, harder." Billie whispered, and he grinned dangerously.
Without warning he began to thrust in and out of her sharply, causing Billie to tense wildly as she reached her climax within several seconds. As pleasure roiled through her he continued, before grabbing one of her breasts and twisting her nipple painfully.
The sharp pain shot through her chest and she cried out, before a second explosion of pleasure erupted through her body.
Reaching one hand down, her Lord placed it between her legs, rubbing her clit gently then took the other to her temple, looking into her eyes and leaning in so close that their foreheads touch. Clutching her skull he continued to work her with both his hand and his cock, moving in and out while rubbing her and causing her to squirm against the invisible binds.
"Look into my eyes. Do not look away from me." He said softly, and Billie obeyed, keeping her eyes locked on his own as her pleasure peaked once more. After several moments, she came once more, never removing her eyes except to blink, and then…
…She glanced up at the sky as a bird called, before returning her attentions to the water as she bathed.
"Well, I must say it is quite a pleasure to find you here." Came a voice, His voice.
Turning around, she smiled, before making her way to the banks of the stream and picking up her dress, slipping it on. Grabbing a glass bottle from a nearby rock she unstopped it and poured the oil into her palms and rubbed it onto her still-wet skin.
"Would you help me?" she asked.
"Yes, but I must ask a similar request of you. I have a job for you…
Billie sunk back to reality and leaned back, feeling as though everything had been sucked out of her. Falling limp against the post she closed her eyes as the room spun dangerously, and felt her leg and arms release as she came to rest on her back.
Lord Voldemort grabbed her, cradling her in his arms in a way that was almost tender.
"That place you have just seen? What was it?"
"I don't know. I saw it for the first time last night. I've never been before but I see through the eyes of some woman."
"Where are you from?" he suddenly asked, sitting up and leaving Billie on her back.
"The U.S. Look, I've never seen that before." Billie said looking up at the ceiling, also aware that she had just noticed his intrusion of her mind. When it happened she had been too overwhelmed by both her orgasm and her slow descent into the vision which now left her confused. She had not a moment to realize he had somehow probed her mind and accessed her memories.
The sounds of rusting caught her attention and she looked across the room as Voldemort robed himself.
"W-wait, where are you going?" she asked, not wanting to remain alone in her confusion.
"I will return later." He said icily, before departing the room with a swish of his robes, leaving Billie on the bed behind.
"Severus!" Voldemort exclaimed as he rushed down the staircase, his robes billowing behind him furiously.
The greasy-haired servant Apparated before him before bowing respectively. Voldemort took no time to mull over his admiration and respect for the man, intent only on what he had just been told and what he needed to find.
"My Lord. Do you require something?"
"Rise, Severus. I do. Tell me, what do you know of Muggle religions?"
"I admit I am somewhat ignorant in the matter My Lord. My family saw no need, though I am certain the library of Hogwarts would possess material on the subject."
"I cannot risk you going through Hogwarts under the nose of that sniveling Albus Dumbledore. A moment, Severus." Voldemort said then touched his Dark Mark to summon his second most-faithful servant, although he could not say he held the same amount of respect for her as he did the man before him.
The moment Bellatrix arrived and fell to her feet, even lower than Severus Snape had Voldemort's upper lip curled in disgust. He admired her passion, her unbridled talent, and her willingness to serve, but her constant fawning, inability to think for herself, and consistent need to outdo others irritated him far more than it pleased.
"Get up. I have a task for you and Severus."
Her eyes immediately flew to the dark-haired man and she glanced up at Voldemort, mouth open in protest she dared not voice. Another reason he disliked her so much. Every complaint she raised against Severus spoke for her pettiness as she raised questions against his loyalty, insinuating that he himself had made a mistake, and The Dark Lord did not make mistakes.
"My Lord? Are you sure you…trust, Snape with a matter of importance?"
"Just as sure as your speaking out of turn may earn you a curse Bellatrix. I need you two to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic, Muggle relations. I need any information you can acquire on the Muggle's ancient Greek mythology."
"My Lord? What business would you have with silly Muggle superstition?"
"DO NOT QUESTION ME AGAIN!" He suddenly roared violently, on grasping his wand tightly in his spider-like hands as his anger raged within him. Bellatrix shrunk back in fear, only infuriating him further. Billie, a simply Muggle girl took his whips without so much as a tear, pushing him further and here Bellatrix shied away at the very thought of pain. Who was the weak one?
"Bring me what you find." He commanded, before spinning around before he completely lost his temper and decimated Bellatrix right where she stood.
At the orphanage Mrs. Cole never allowed such books in the library, stating that they were "against God." It was when young Tom Riddle learned his true nature that he gave up any believe in a higher power. He, was a higher power. The Muggle needed an explanation for the inexplicable, but wizards were much wiser and knew much better.
Giving up hope on Muggle religion meant that it never strayed into his thought. In fact, this was the first time he had thought about the topic in quite some time, but there was something vaguely strange about what he had seen in Billie's mind, prompting his search.
There was a boy at Wool's that liked to draw. He would copy pictures from a large encyclopedia, which Tom Riddle had come across after the boy "mysteriously" ended up in the hospital wing. Leafing through it, he remembered seeing a scene similar to the one he had come across in Billie's head, but discarded the book as nothing important.
He simply wanted to feel what she was thinking when she climaxed, he wanted to see her thoughts. He had not expected to encounter what he had, and doing so lead him to the thought that he had come across earlier.
She was not an ordinary Muggle. There was something about the girl that was strange, supernatural as the Muggles would say. But she was definitely not ordinary.
A sharp hiss drew him from his thoughts and he looked down to find Nagini, flicking her tongue as him expectedly as she slithered across the carpeted floor.
"Hello my darling." He said lovingly and picking her up, letting her wrap herself around his arms.
"I can smell her on you." Nagini hissed.
"Quite an intoxicating scent. I think I will have you go pay a visit to her in fact. Spend some time, and tell me of what you find."
"What do I look for? Does this mean I can finish you?"
"You most certainly cannot. You must not harm her. I just wish for you to observe her, and tell me what you find."
"Fine." she snapped then slithered off angrily, causing Voldemort to grin. Her eagerness to kill made him love her all the more.
"So, where are we going?" Billie asked, stepping behind Voldemort rightfully so, making sure to remain at his side but keep behind him so that the she made it clear he was her leader, and she was to follow behind in her footsteps.
So far he had made no reference to their sexual encounters, although Billie immediately noticed the change in his treatment towards her. He was kinder, though nowhere near romantic. He spoke to her with a soft voice unless she upset him significant, which had yet to happen. So far she only seemed to irritate him by giving a snide response when began to question her about her vision the second time, and after seeing the shadow pass over his face she dropped the subject and apologized profusely.
It was quite evident that he was malevolent, with a poorly-contained temper and erratic emotions prone to change at any moment. So, she tip-toed carefully to ensure she was caught in his good books when she could, reserving serious punishment for sexual satisfaction, and so far over the course of the day it seemed to be working.
"I must pay someone a visit. There is something I need of you. A boy, he is to do something for me as punishment for his father's incompetence. You are close in age, I will promise you to him as one of his rewards, should he succeed in his first task."
Billie said nothing, her face heating. So, he really cared nothing for her. She was simply a toy that he could pass along as he wished.
"You want me to sleep with him?" she barked, unable to stop herself.
"Yes, that is what I want." He said, stopping and turning around to face her darkly as they walked up the drive to a magnificent manor, larger than the one they presently stayed at.
"I'm not a whore. I'm not going to just let you pass me around like a rag doll." Billie snapped angrily, forgetting both who she was dealing with as well as her situation.
In an instant his hand snapped out and he back-handed her, so hard the she stumbled back. Grabbing her face he held her tightly, clutching her jaw in his hand and squeezing violently so that his fingers seemed seconds away from crushing her jaw.
"Do not forget your place. You will do what I tell you when I tell you, or your life is forfeit. Keep your mouth shut unless I allow it, your cunt is mine to do with what I wish, don't forget."
His words were violent, his voice filled with a sadistic glee that excited Billie, despite his horrifying words. He had not only threatened her life, but stated that he fully owned her body, and while she liked the idea in concept, the thought of someone actually owning her was frightening.
She swallowed, following him silently after her reprimand. Now it made sense, why he forced her to wear in makeup and a short black dress that she knew didn't suit his style. As he stopped, Billie did so in a hurry so that she did not run into him and anger him further.
Turning around, he gathered one of her hands and held it between his own.
"Come my pet, and put on your best smile. We have work to do." Voldemort said sweetly then kissed Billie's hand and let it drop to her side. Turning to her his offered his arm affectionately and she took it in confusion, marveling once more at his sudden change in mood.
Clutching his arm tightly she listened to her heels echo against the ground and turned her head sharply as a white figure emerged from the darkness, darting across the drive and across to the grass. As she looked again, it raised its feathers in a show of brilliance revealing itself as some sort of albino peacock.
As they made their way up the front steps Billie glanced up at his pale face once more, the very epitome of evil. His threat and declaration continued to tumble through her mind, echoing repeatedly even as the front door of the house opened and a timid blonde woman who Billie recognized peered out before her already-pale face lost more color.
"My Lord. I-I'm sorry I was not expecting your visit."
"Good evening Narcissa. It is not your presence I require, it is Draco's."
For a moment, Billie wondered if the woman might faint.
"D-Draco? W-what do you need with Draco?"
"It is time for your son to prove himself. Step aside Narcissa." Voldemort said, then pulled out his wand. In an instant, Narcissa flew back several feet, not violently enough to throw her to the ground but enough to be menacing.
"Please My Lord I mean you no disrespect but Draco is a child."
"Yes Narcissa, he is. Older than I was myself when I set the basilisk on Hogwarts and initiated my rise to power. Entertain my Billie here, while I speak with Draco. I will call for you." He whispered the last sentence in Billie's ear then headed off into the house, leaving Billie and Narcissa to face one another.
"Please, what does he want with me son?! TELL ME!" She shrieked, lunging at Billie and grabbing her by her shoulders desperately.
"I don't know! Get off!" Billie shrugged out of her touch. While she remembered Narcissa as the only one who had been nice to her the first night, she knew that if she was deserving of the punishment Voldemort was going to give to her she must have done something wrong.
"Is he going to hurt him?!" Narcissa cried, her beautiful face blotchy and red and Billie felt a pang of remorse. She could feel the mother's pain, and wished there was something more she could say, even if it was bad information.
"I'm sorry I don't know anything. He just told me to come he hasn't said anything to me about it. I don't even know who your son is I know nothing. I-"
"-Billie. Pet, please…come…" came a voice and Billie turned around, where Lord Voldemort waited at the entrance of two doors, which Billie could see lead to a dining room.
Billie glanced at Narcissa for a moment, looking into her watery eyes then turned and walked towards her master.
