Suspected
Chapter Nine: Cope, Rita.
September 1978, The Basement of Malfoy Manor.
Rita doubled over, gasping, until Bellatrix waved her wand and lifted the curse. The echoes of Rita's panting filled the chamber, beads of sweat forming at her brow and dripping from her jawline. Bellatrix shifted her weight to one leg, crossed her arms, twiddling her wand between her long, pointed fingers, standing a foot away from her. A look of mild disappointment on the haughty visage of the twenty-seven-year-old Bellatrix Lestrange made Rita's blood boil.
"What?" Rita remarked hotly, straightening her back with an attempt at hiding the flicker of pain on her face.
"Did motherhood make you soft, or…?" Bellatrix said callously, clearly agitated with Rita's dueling demonstration.
"With respect, Bella," Rita returned, indicating a hand toward her mentor, friend, and lover, "I was suffocating—"
Bellatrix made a scathing noise and approached her, "That's what non-verbal magic is for."
"Yeah? How about you hand over your wand and I'll curse you instead?" Rita lashed out, gesturing madly toward her. "You had me under a Throat-Binding Curse; what's the actual normal response to that, eh?"
"We aren't normal witches, are we?" Bellatrix hissed. "I expect the same extraordinary skill that you showed the Dark Lord. Or is the prospect of handing over your husband and child over to Him as terrifying as it is for Cissy?"
"Well, she doesn't really have to worry about that, does she? Lucius is one of us; and she doesn't even have a son yet…" Rita said, frowning. "Andrew and Bethany don't agree with us—"
"Then stop thinking about them!" Bellatrix said incredulously. "And focus…" Her lips were within inches of Rita's within seconds. "Focus on me."
Rita's hand clutched tightly around the handle of her wand. It could be one of Bellatrix's tests, her infamous surprise tactics—to distract her and show her just what Death Eaters get for letting their guard down. Rita's stomach began to turn, a mixture of butterflies and anxious moths, as she gazed at Bellatrix for what seemed like minutes.
"Again," Bellatrix whispered, and she sauntered back to her place five feet away.
Rita resumed her dueling position, wand above her head. Bellatrix copied her.
"Whenever you're ready, pet," taunted Bellatrix.
Rita called out, "Stupefy."
A jet of red light sparked out of Rita's wand; Bellatrix blocked it.
"Reducto!"
Bellatrix blocked it effortlessly.
"Incarcerous!"
Blocked it. Bellatrix rolled her eyes, "Non-verbal magic, Rita!"
Rita's lip curled, annoyed, and she threw her wand to the side—Bellatrix's eyebrow raised curiously, holding her wand steady—Rita raised her hands: a swarm of locusts, chirping and screeching flew out from the skin of her palms and aimed for Bellatrix. Although a few had managed to find Bellatrix's black dress, biting away, Bellatrix whipped her wand wordlessly and the locusts screamed as they all caught fire and fell dead on the floor.
Rita smirked lightly, however her triumph was short-lived, for Bellatrix aimed her wand at Rita— "Petrificus Totalus".
Rita fell to the floor, paralyzed, staring up at the ceiling, lying on the cold stone floor. Bellatrix sighed, strolled to Rita's side and gazed down at her.
"So, you managed to fling a few bugs at me. What do you want, a gold star?" Bellatrix drawled sarcastically with a shrug. With a wave of her wand, she lifted the jinx. Rita gazed up at her. "Darling, I know that a plague of locusts isn't what turned your hands dark. Stand up."
Rita struggled to get up, growing sore from their extended dueling session.
"Come on, on your feet," Bellatrix demanded.
"I can't do this for much longer," growled Rita.
"When your life is on the line, you will," said Bellatrix callously. "You think that the Aurors like Mad-Eye Moody are just gonna give you a time-out when you're getting tired? Does that make sense to you at all?"
"That's not what I meant," said Rita weakly, "and you know it. I'm in pain."
"Then turn it into something that feels good—Cope, Rita."
"I don't take pleasure in pain," snapped Rita.
Bellatrix gave her a look. Rita stared at her.
"What?" Rita said.
"Did you really say that to me?" said Bellatrix. "I know what you're capable of, Rita. I have seen you perform feats of Dark Magic, and I know that look on your face when you've done it—"
"It's not the same as receiving it," said Rita coldly.
"So perhaps you ought to receive it, hm?" Bellatrix uttered in a low voice, twirling her wand in her hand.
Rita's brow furrowed. "This is still part of the dueling session, is it?"
"Trust me, Rita," was Bellatrix's final words before—
"Crucio."
Rita fell to the floor as a searing pain overwhelmed her body—Bellatrix lifted the curse. Rita heard her voice come closer, "Fortunately for you, I actually don't want to torture you, this is just a learning experience for you. To help you cope. Crucio." The feeling of an electricity shattered through Rita's legs and hips, as if someone were trying to twist her flesh without it coming off.
"How is this…" Rita breathed, "supposed to help me?"
Bellatrix bent down at the waist, her long locks of dark hair falling off the side of her shoulders, and looked down at Rita with a small smile. "You're strong enough to resist the Cruciatus Curse, and only the strongest of wizards and witches can do that. Crucio."
Rita uttered a silent scream as another wave of electricity flashed through her stomach and chest—
Then Bellatrix lifted the curse again, only to kneel down beside her, and—to Rita's shock and, if she were being honest, fury—Bellatrix latched her lips to Rita's mouth in a deep kiss. Rita moved her head away from her, her face contorted in anger, "What are you doing?"
Bellatrix smirked. "Teaching."
Rita pushed her away, panting and wincing as she rose to her feet. "This is how you're going to do it? To—?"
Bellatrix sighed, growing impatient, and waved her wand again.
Rita fell back to floor, temporarily paralyzed by a full-body bind curse. Only her face could move, and she glowered at the ceiling again. Bellatrix strode toward Rita calmly, pocketed her wand in her robes and knelt down beside her.
"Let me show you how to handle pain, my lovely."
"Not really a choice I have right now, is it?" Rita remarked coldly, glaring at her.
"Now you're giving me attitude," said Bellatrix with a small scorning click of her tongue. "Tsk, tsk."
Rita's heart pounded as Bellatrix lowered her lips to hers. All the self-righteous anger of Bellatrix torturing her, and yet at the smoldering gaze, Rita felt her face flush. Such a harsh teacher, but a very good one.
"I can't move." Rita whispered.
"I know." Bellatrix replied. "Tell me, my lovely, are you in pain now?"
"You. Know. I. Am…" Rita hissed through gritted teeth. The Full-Body Bind Curse…like a stiff neck, a thrown out back, a pulled muscle around the hips—how uncomfortable, and worse on a stone basement floor. "Lift the curse, Bella."
"No." Bellatrix said. She lowered her head to Rita's stiff neck and placed a kiss right along her sweet spot.
"Not in the mood," Rita growled.
"You will be." Bellatrix said. "Do you know why?"
"I imagine it's part of your curriculum somehow."
Bellatrix wordlessly waved her hand—a hot sensation ran through Rita's body like pins and needles— "Bella, stop—!" Bellatrix lifted the spell and to Rita's audible surprise, Bellatrix slipped her hand between Rita's legs, cupping her sex through her leggings. Rita, unable to move her body, laid still with a shocked expression on her face as she felt Bellatrix's fingers stroke against her hidden clit.
A small moan escaped Rita's lips.
Bellatrix nodded, affirming her theory, and then withdrew her wand from her robes. "Crucio."
Rita's face contorted in pain, but Bellatrix lifted the spell once more, sliding her hand down Rita's pants to cup her through her panties—An array of confusion hit Rita's face expressed the whiplash of being tortured and then feeling the tingling pleasure of Bella's fingers toying with her sensitive bud. Rita uttered a whimper. Bellatrix's tongue found Rita's neck, a small trail of saliva cooling the hot sensation against her flesh…
"Do you see?" said Bellatrix quietly into Rita's ear.
Rita couldn't nod her head, so she whispered, "Yes…"
"Would you like me to stop, pet?" asked Bellatrix lightly, holding her wand over Rita's body, but her hidden hand down Rita's pants continued to thumb her clit through the thin material of Rita's underwear.
Opting not for torture, but feeling a warm, dull ache building in her core, Rita closed her eyes and said, "No…"
"Your words," said Bellatrix. "Your choice."
Rita cried out as Bella hissed, "Crucio," and Rita screamed—what felt like minutes passed and Bellatrix lifted it once more as before, sliding her hand down Rita's panties to find her wet folds; Rita moaned in what sounded like relief at both the relinquished agony of the Cruciatus Curse and Bellatrix's gentle probing fingers—
"That's a good girl," Bellatrix drawled against Rita's neck. Her words of praise…
Her body was sore, so sore, and it wouldn't be a bad idea to slip into a warm bath after such an intense training session; yet her body still screamed for Bellatrix's touch. Rita felt goosebumps as Bellatrix whispered more words of approval against her flesh, biting her lip at the sound of her low voice.
Bellatrix scuttled toward Rita's legs, pulled her leggings off with a bit of difficulty considering that the Full-Body Bind Curse gave very little help in her leg movements. Rita felt the basement's draft between her legs; Bella had also removed her underwear. Rita's eyes watched Bellatrix in trepidation, and if her chest could move without restraint, it would be heaving up and down.
This was the first time that anything sexual had followed within a duel between them; and Rita's face flushed as Bellatrix's face darkened with a mischievous smirk.
"Lift the Curse, Bella," Rita said quietly.
"No," said Bellatrix. "You're a stubborn woman, my pet. If I lift the curse, you won't do as I say. And," she sighed, "I need you pliable. Ironically," she indicated an amused hand to Rita's rigid body. "So, you will lie there and take it. A loyal servant to the Dark Lord takes her punishment gracefully."
Rita was going to object; however, Bellatrix's tantalizing touch, simply toying with her clit made her fall short of any refusal. Rita watched Bellatrix's thumb make small circles around her sensitive bud, slack-jawed as the tingling arousal began to build in her core. She wanted to nudge her hips against her, to show just how pliable she could be, but Bellatrix was never a fan of instant gratification.
Bellatrix raised her wand over Rita's body—she pinched her eyes shut in knowing—Crucio—and even through the annihilation of her limbs, Rita called out in pain; but Bellatrix's tongue found her wet entrance and slipped into her clenched muscles, circling her thumb with ease around her clit—
"Bella…please…" was what Rita called out in desperation.
Bellatrix waved her wand and lifted the Cruciatus Curse with a flick of her wand; but continued to slide her tongue in and out of Rita's clenching walls. Rita moaned, "Please, I…"
Bellatrix waved her wand again and she lifted the Full-Body Bind Curse.
With full use of her limbs, Rita spread her legs accordingly, allowing Bellatrix more access; she arched her back, and she called her name when she felt two fingers slide into her. Bellatrix pulled one of Rita's legs over her shoulder, and the new position opened up the opportunity to find her sweet spot.
Rita reached forward and wound her fingers in Bellatrix's hair and pulled; Bellatrix chuckled against her heated flesh, but opted to follow her lead. She crawled on top of Rita, watched her facial expressions contort and her mouth fall open as she let out a series of whimpers and moans; Bellatrix thrusted her fingers in and out of her—
"Oh, you're coming close, my lovely, I can feel it," Bellatrix breathed.
"Make me come, I want to come," Rita begged in a small voice, her back arching against Bellatrix needily.
Bellatrix inserted a third digit, pumping harder into her, and she placed her other hand around her throat—and she squeezed—
Rita grinned widely before a flash of white flooded her sight, and a roaring orgasm took over— "Good girl," she heard Bellatrix's voice of approval—Rita came hard, shuddering intensely, crying out as she still felt Bella's fingers pump in and out and the assault on her clit didn't subside. She squirted over Bella's hand, to which Bellatrix moaned a word of praise.
Bellatrix removed her hand from Rita and kissed the tip of her nose. "Cope, Rita."