Chapter 13: The Punishing of Bellatrix Lestrange

The man was already gripping her ankles when she awoke.

Only the Dark Lord had the ability to enter her room without her awareness and for a moment, Bella's hope lifted that he had come to her after so many months.

But the figure at the edge of her bed was not the Dark Lord. This man cut a striking silhouette in the moonlight, flowing silvery locks almost swirling of their own accord, body broad-chested and sculpted right down to the lines leading to his pelvis and a giant horse cock.

He flipped her swiftly onto her stomach

"Lucius, no—"

His body landed on hers, his chiseled arms pinning hers over her head.

She was about to cast a curse when her master's voice spoke from the shadowy corner.

"Bella. Still."

She did. Whether it was of her own will or he had stilled her limbs, it was difficult to tell. She could feel his mind seeping into hers, the knife of his Legilimency inserting itself into her consciousness as, at the same time, Lucius' cock slipped between her pussy lips.

As Malfoy fed himself into her cunt, the Dark Lord's face emerged from the shadow, a pale orb seemingly suspended. He hovered over her face, his sickly Darkness creeping over her scalp and through every strand of her hair.

She no longer struggled, but Malfoy seemed to like holding her down, cribbing his knees up so that his thighs held her legs tightly together as he bottomed out uncomfortably in her cunt.

Bella felt the hairs of his legs against her bare skin. He was naked at least; she still held that status, she though wryly.

The Dark Lord leaned close to her face. She longed for him to keep drawing near, but he stopped inches away and said, "Does it feel good, Bella?"

Malfoy had started pumping, his legs still outside of hers, his large hand holding her wrists against the bed.

She had been with the Dark Lord long enough to know there was no use holding back the truth.

"Yes…and no, my Lord," she whispered.

Despite the ache of his intrusion, it was a good position: an ideal one for Lucius, whose length reached the spot deep within that brought forth those back-of-the-throat moans. With her legs together like that, his unholy girth was emphasized. It was an obscene reminder that there was a cock sheathed in her, and she was being fucked by it, was growing wet around a dick that belonged to someone else, was fucking her baby sister's betrothed.

"Then enjoy yourself, Bella. Enjoy yourself."

Bella knew what he meant. As Lucius began fucking her with hard, forceful thrusts, she buried her head into the sheets and let his cock work her. For months she had waited vainly for her master, withholding her pleasure as she saved herself for his visit that never came. Now the Dark Lord wanted this of her and she would offer it to him. She would let her sister's fiancé ram her to orgasm, and she would come on Malfoy's massive cock.

But as her climax built and she felt the long-awaited peak, the Dark Lord seized her mind, binding her body so that it hung there on the brink of a crushing orgasm.

Malfoy brought a hand to the back of her head, pushing it with cruelty into the bed as he drilled her with a hateful force until suddenly he pushed all the way in, painfully against her cervix. The horse cock throbbed, pumping its load into her.

In her state, Bella could feel every spurt of his come washing her with semen. With a mocking growl, Lucius pulled roughly out of her and got off the bed.

The Dark Lord still held her in that acute, sensitive place as she heard the next man enter the room. The bed shifted as he got on it, gripping her hips and hoisting her onto her knees. Without ceremony, he forced the head of his cock between her pussy lips and pushed in.

"Move your hips, bitch."

It was Yaxley. Bella felt the pressure of the Dark Lord's mind increase and she pushed backwards. Like a whore, she fucked the cock behind her, sliding herself up and down to wank the large man off.

"Are you enjoying this as well, Bella?"

She knew there was only one answer. She nodded and kept bucking back. The Dark Lord had released the hold on her cunt, and she felt pressure building again. She worked faster, and Yaxley grunted.

"Work my cock, slut."

She gave one last thrust and was about to have her orgasm when the Dark Lord invaded her mind again, holding the wave at bay.

"We mustn't be greedy, Bella," he said in his thin voice.

"Yeah, bitches take the come," Yaxley said. "Know your place."

He pulled her hips high, leaving her face down against the bed and emptied himself. He too left and, once again, someone else took his place. It was an awkward fit, pushing at the wrong places. Avery.

It went the same for him, the Dark Lord commanding Bella to enjoy herself, arresting her mind and body before she could climax, the cock dumping its come into her pussy. She was so sensitive now it was painful, the frantic building with each new cock, then the frustration of the orgasm out of reach.

Goyle was last. Standard procedure: Malfoy, who received the host's honor of first spoils, then all the men from the failed raid in order of rank. All except Snape.

When Goyle had finished fucking Bella, the Dark Lord had her kneel before him.

"Pleasure yourself," he said.

As she rubbed furiously at her clit, the Dark Lord brought out his cock, pale and strangely shiny like a snake. He pointed his wand at it, and as she was about to crest again, he stopped her a final time. Tensed on the floor, her hand frozen between her legs, she knelt naked as the Dark Lord's cock jerked, shooting ropey line after line of semen across her face and hair. She blinked when it hit her eyes, but quickly opened them again, knowing he wanted her to see. Her eyelashes dripped white and her signature pouted lips were coated.

His cold voice hung high over her. "Seeing as you favor Snape so much, when next you seek your pleasure it will only be with him."

Like a ghost, he silently left the room, Bella kneeling by her own bed with semen pouring out of her onto the floor and cooling on her face.

Bet you can guess who's next in Ch 14...