An: WARNING Lemon incoming don't like don't reed.

I leaned over my desk, analysing the documents on it. One thing fanfics fail to mention is the paperwork. It is absolutely mind numbing and I hate it with a burning passion. There were three sharp knocks at my door. I looked up and gave the answer.

"Enter."

At my words in strode Molly Weasley... In a maid outfit. Mind you not the kind you would find at a low budget porn movie. No, a proper long black dress with a white apron over it. She wore the appropriate head dress as well. The dress ended at her ankles where her black heels shined, polished to perfection. The collar was tied with a silky black bow.

The sight never failed to amuse me. Over the summer I challenged myself with disciplining her. She folded within a week. Well, the constant torture, physical and emotional, would do that to most people. Her fiery red hair that was usually messy was now in a straight ponytail. I guess that is one of many marks I have left on her.

In the middle of her training I decided that her looks offended me. So I made her take part in a very painful ritual. The outcome? She doesn't look a day over thirty.

In her hand is held a tray with a tea set. I had her serve me. Krecher was crestfallen at first, but then I had ordered him to go to the black castle and clean it up...The less said of how happy he was the better.

She walked up to my desk and poured me some tea. All this time she was looking at the floor, avoiding my eyes. At last she spoke.

! Lemon incoming!

"Will it be all, my lord."

My lip curled at how broken and terrified she sounded. I looked at her. She stood, eyes glued to the floor, hands clasped in front of her and her back completely straight.

I pushed myself away from the desk. I guess I deserve a little break, don't I? Before she could try to leave I put my hand on her shoulder. With a little bit of pressure she understands immediately.

Slowly she grabs her skirt and drops to her knees, carefully as not to kneel on her skirt but on the floor itself. At some point in her training she realised that I like for her to have scars of her submission. All this time she is looking at the floor in shame and despair.

She carefully reaches to my crotch and fishes out my hardening dick. Gently stroking my length she looks up to meet my gaze. There is a plea in her eyes. With a cruel smirk I shake my head in denial. It just wouldn't do for her to stroke herself to completion.

With a saddened expression she gets back to the work at hand. After a few seconds of careful stroking she opens her mouth and takes my shaft inside.

With gentle bobbs and careful licks of her tongue she continues her task. Who knew that such a spitfire like Molly Weasley could be so gentle . All it took was to brake her.

You know this is grate and all, but I am not cumming like this any time soon. So I savagely grab her ponytail and impale her throat. She is choking within seconds. I made sure not to get rid of her choking reflex. After all it only brings me more arousal.

The choking, the tears, the make up running down her face. All those things make me pull her off my dick. With a mighty stroke I start to cum. Ropes of thick white semen cover her face, hair and a part of her uniform. She looks the textbook definition of a well fucked woman.

Well, it would be rude to leave her wanting, wouldn't it? So I pick her up in a princes carry and manhandle her onto my velvet couch.

At the end of the maneuver I am sitting with a milf laying ass up on my lap. I made sure for her skirt to be able to be open at the back.

She is already a leaking mess. So with a slap accompanied by a loud shriek I bring her the glorious orgasm she clearly yerns for. I leave her on my couch a twitching mess. As much as I would like to enjoy her more I have something else to do.

! Lemon over!

Walking through my castles front doors I smirk. Have you ever thought why the blacks seemed to live in a pretty poor place? I mean, Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place is a nice home but... Come on, the Blacks were basically fucking royalty.

Well, as it turns out they had a castle as well . One that fell into disrepair seamingly for no apparent reason, but a castle nonetheless. I had kreacher clean it up during the last month.

Walking past the stairs to higher levels I appraise the work Kreacher has done. I know leaving one house elf to clean a castle that was second only to hogwarts is crule but, eh, I am a black we are a textbook definition of crule. Still, the work done is of excellent quality.

I am quite sure that if the so called 'light' wizards were to visit this place they would have had a Hart attack. A single book from the library would surely land me a life sentence in azkaban. Speaking of. I should probably start looking into the place.

Breaking out the death eaters would be quite beneficial for me. For one they would cause a distraction, allowing me to break the law freely. Some of them might even join me in their Lords absence. Bellatrix is almost a given, actually. After all there is nowhere else for her to go.

After the break out I might consider offing Crouch and setting his son free. If I follow through with that I will have to be very careful. If I do it right, his death will be blamed on the escaped death eaters.

There is a war on the horizon. There is no question on who I will stand against. The only question is on the type of standing I will have with voldemort. I will not delude myself in thinking that stopping his return is possible. The question isn't 'if', the question is 'when'.

While I was planing I arrived at my destination. In the library of the Black castle there is a bookcase. It doesn't stand out among the other bookcases. Yet, the moment I point my wand at it I can feel the enchantment on it ask for password.

Making a complicated wand movement that would be hard to describe by word I make sure no one is around. After all, the mind of a house elf is still viable to access by legilimency.

The piece of furniture moves aside soundlessly. Walking down the stairs i can already hear the single occupant. Ahh...the sound of despair...a music to my ears. It's good that this place is soundproofed to high heavens.

When I finally walked down the stairs I saw the said occupant. Aurora Sinistra, spread Eagle in the air, enchanted ropes holding her above the floor. Every second or so electrical currents passed thru her body. I made sure to set it in irregular intervals to make her body unable to brace itself.

Tears ran down her cheeks. Her eyes were red with a lack of sleep. Oh, but I made sure to leave her body unmarked. After all, she is such a grate eye candy. And it would be suspicious, i guess.

With a swipe of my wand I made the ropes deposited her slowly on the ground before me. She looked up to me. I aproched an open palmed hand to her head. She submissivly lifted her chin allowing me to wrap my fingers around her neck. The moment I closed my hand a shutter of pleasure ran thru her.

I smirked cruelly. She's broken. I might or I might not have broken out in an insane laughter.

Thanks to the user TheOnlyKing I noticed that this chapters grammar is shit. So, here is the fixed version.