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Chapter 8: A Free Witch
Biting her lip, Bellatrix instinctively rocked her hips back and forth. Slumped and curled in the corner of her cell, she writhed in a restless sleep, her wrist pinned against her cock, trapping it against the softness of her thigh, creating a delicious friction whenever she moved her hips. In her mind, her cock was sinking into the tightest asshole; a properly round, juicy rear end. The perfect heart shape. And her fat cock was splitting it in two. Tearing them apart. She couldn't tell if the recipient was whimpering in delight or despair, but it mattered very little for Bellatrix. Her hand would roam across her breasts, clasping at her nipples; her delightful pink nipples. She remembered all the blissful sensations her breasts could provide. The tender twang of pain whenever she pinched one for too long, followed by the slow build of pleasurable relief as it swelled back into place, puffier and redder than before. It was such a simple pleasure, yet she delighted in it, nonetheless. Her fantasy grew wilder, her cock recipient slamming their ass back onto her cock, hungry and desperate for it; just as all slavering cock-sluts should be. Her massive nest of black pubic hair scratched into her perfectly creamy ass, the climbing heaven of a good orgasm sweeping towards her. Her heart raced, her cock seeped pre-cum forth and her mind went wild amidst this flavourful dream. Right up until the moment she would have climaxed -despite not actually being able to-, when a sudden freezing chill rushed across her body. It was as if she had been dropped in freezing cold water all of a sudden, her body becoming rife with goosebumps.
Shivering, she watched the familiar dark shadow drop from the roof of her cell, sweeping closer with its icy breath. It pulled towards her, eyeing her up with those dark empty sockets, his mouth stretched agape, ice flowing on its breath. Suddenly, she felt that enveloping pull upon her face as her eyes rolled closed, her mind becoming filled with the worst sexual fantasy of her life. She didn't even feel the Dementor's cock against her skin, but it must have emerged at some point as she was face to face with the sickening expressions of the woman, she despised the most: Lily Potter. The buxom, curvaceous redhead appeared from the murky shadows created by the Dementor, the soft sway of her rounded hips sending shivers of jealousy through Bellatrix's helpless body. Breathing deeply as Lily advanced on her, her naked body exposed to the open air yet not feeling the effects of the icy environment, the redhead flaunted her thick and throbbing cock. In Bellatrix's mind, that detestable redhead was the epitome of perfection in terms of physical appearance. Her breasts were plump and juicy, with an impossible perkiness; her ass was round and fat without sagging in a disgusting manner; and her cock was that perfect twelve inches of thick, pulsating meat. And that smile. That god-awful smile of hers. Whilst the two of them weren't in the same year at Hogwarts, they had a few run-ins that placed Lily at the top of Bellatrix's list of enemies, a position that was further reaffirmed when Lily went on to become the mother of her beloved master's mortal enemy. Looming over Bellatrix's crumpled form, Lily wrapped her hand around the base of her cock, lifting the heavy shaft and giggling as she smacked it against Bellatrix's helpless face, her giggles intensifying the more weight she put behind the swing of her thick cock.
Mortified at the experience, Bellatrix fought it, but was powerless to the illusion. Not only that, but her heart sank even further as the shadows around her began take additional forms, bringing into view even more abhorrent individuals. Soon enough, Lily was flanked by three more naked bodies, each of them firm and toned in their appearance and boasting equally gorgeous cocks. Bellatrix's lips parted in shock as she stared up into the torturous eyes of her cousin Sirius Black, Lily's brat of a husband James Potter, and the smug best-friend of the whole lot Remus Lupin. As her lips parted in shock, Bellatrix felt Lily's cock jam itself into her mouth, slamming eagerly into her awaiting open throat. Her lips were forcibly stretched, wrapping tightly around Lily's mammoth cock, the redhead grabbing her by her black curly hair and dragging her lips further down her cock. Bellatrix lifted her hands to push against Lily's thighs, but watched in horror as her hands simply pushed through Lily's body as if it didn't even exist. But that didn't stop the very real sensation of Lily's cock sinking deeper and deeper down her throat with each passing second, right up until Bellatrix was forced to smell the aroma on her wiry red pubic hair, the redhead bitch grinning lustfully down at her. Lily's boy-toys quickly joined in the torment, lifting their cocks and smacking them down against Bellatrix's cock-stuffed cheeks, smearing ample amounts of pre-cum across her face, leaving her streaked with the sticky substance. Choking on the cock in her throat and feeling the utmost shame burning in her body, Bellatrix watched as they laughed at her. Their insipid laughter filled her ears, forcing her to listen, forcing her to bear witness to their giddy giggling.
And then, the three men began to fawn of Lily, their lips lowering down to her body, kissing and caressing every inch of the whore's body, filling Bellatrix with a deeper jealousy. She didn't care that Lily commanded those particular men's attentions. She could have those blood-traitor's affection to herself. She hated that Lily held any reverence with anyone. That anyone could see that repugnant redheaded whore and feel any sort of attraction or infatuation towards her disgustingly transparent sluttery. Bellatrix hated that she was considered a twisted vile creature, whilst a woman like Lily could skate through her life with the perfect body and get all the lovers she desired. It sickened her. And to have her lips wrapped around that bitch's cock, her filthy little fuck-toys pre-cum splattered across her cheeks, all of it made Bellatrix retch and gag. And she was powerless to stop it. Powerless to defy the illusion, to shatter the feeling of a cock in her throat despite that fact that in reality she was still propped up against the wall of her prison cell, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her tongue frozen solid in place. That was until the illusion suddenly shattered on its own and Bellatrix drew in a deep gasp of air as a rush of warmth filled her frozen body. Looking in front of her, she saw that a second Dementor had appeared, seemingly breaking the first out of its torturing of Bellatrix. The two Dementors shared a look as the first Dementor stowed its cock away amidst the folds of its robes, its cock seemingly dematerialising in amongst the wispy black stretches of fabric. Recovering herself, Bellatrix watched, puzzled as to what was happening and why she had been spared from the culmination of the Dementor's desire for personal relief.
Confused, she watched as the two Dementors swept towards the edge of her cell, the side that overlooked the raging ocean beyond. All of a sudden, they rushed forwards, slamming their form against the bricks throwing them firmly outwards, a hole ripping its way through the stone bricks, sending them tumbling into the waters below. Offering her one last glance, the Dementors disappeared, weaving out of sight, and leaving Bellatrix's cell exposed to the harsh weather outwith. Lifting herself to her feet, she staggered over the rubble, relishing the biting wind that cracked against her face. As she looked out into the misty, stormy night, her eyes widened. Wisps of dark smoke wove through the air, plumes of dark magic ducking and darting through the weather. And that glorious mark; his mark; the dark mark. Laughter overwhelmed her as she cackled into the darkness, unable to control herself as one of the plumes of smoke dropped next to her. A hand latched itself to her waist and she felt her body get ripped upwards, torn through the air and to the heavenly liberty of freedom. The Dementor had robbed her of her erection, of the blissful relief of her own personal fantasy, yet in that moment as she wound through the air, her cock couldn't help but throb and harden in anticipation for her homecoming.
Touching down outside the Malfoy manor, Bellatrix almost collapsed, wheezing with laughter as she staggered her way forwards. Pushing aside anyone who attempted to help her, she made her way through the front door, her smile wide as she saw Narcissa and her husband stood waiting for her, their hands clasped tightly behind their backs, smiling ever so dutifully at her. Winding her way over, Bellatrix pulled her begrudging sister towards her, hugging her close before planting a kiss on each of her cheeks, the blonde wincing as she wiped them with a handkerchief. Endeavouring to do the same with Lucius, Bellatrix chortled as he lifted a hand, preventing her from getting close to him. Speaking up, Narcissa informed her, "The Dark Lord wishes you to be bathed before he'll see you. I can't say I blame him…"
"Care to join me, Cissy? Make up for lost time?" Bellatrix grinned, watching her sister's ever persistent decorum remain unflinching. Lifting a hand, she gestured to one of the servants to present themselves, all without a single change in her facial expression.
"Miles will show you to your quarters. You'll find they've remained untouched since your absence. Be quick. The Dark Lord is waiting…" Narcissa smiled with venomous sweetness, before walking past Bellatrix and her tattered rags. Lucius was quick to follow, marching just behind his wife without a word. Grinning as he went by, Bellatrix found herself infinitely relieved that Lucius Malfoy remained ever the faithful cuck that he was before.
"If you would follow me, Madame Lestrange," Miles announced, gesturing for the woman to follow him. Winding up the marble staircase, Bellatrix grabbed the tattered prison gown that she had worn for the past decade and pulled it over her head, throwing it to the side and exposing herself to the open air.
Bouncing free, her breasts settled into a rhythmic jiggle as she strode through the well-maintained halls of the manor, her ass becoming upset with each long step she took, bunching upwards slightly before dropping back into its perfect globular shape. Her body was incredibly bony, with her tits having shrunk on her body. Her hips pinched inwards meaning that her ass retained the usual heart-shape yet lacked the meaty juiciness that made for a delectable rear end. Glancing behind him, Miles didn't acknowledge her nudity, instead making his way around the corner and stopping at the East Wing entrance. Opening the door, he held it in place for Bellatrix to walk through.
"A bath has been prepared for you. And your wardrobe remains untouched. I took the liberty of ironing and pressing one of your old favourites. And… Madame?" Miles began, watching as Bellatrix reacquainted herself with her quarters, relishing the fond memories of these rooms. Turning back to Miles, with a raised eyebrow, she allowed him to continue, "It is good to have you back. Things have been… ever so dull…"
"I'll get right on it," Bellatrix cackled, the man smirking as he closed the doors, leaving Bellatrix alone. Her quarters took up a rather sizable portion of the East Wing and were perfectly equipped for her many desires and perversions. The main space was a typical living space, with a fireplace and an assortment of chairs and sofas, which then led onto her bedroom. A resplendent King-Sized bed took centre stage, with an entire wall of wooden cabinets pushed towards the back. The central cabinet housed her many clothes, whilst the two cabinets either side were lined with a multitude of sexual apparatus. Pulling open one of the cupboards, she smiled at the neatly lined and mounted dildos and plugs, before turning to the next cabinet and revelling in the many ropes, chains and whips. All of them were the typical lighter side of her bedroom. All of them suited for casual use in her bed. The adjoining room was the bathroom, an ornate and gargantuan bath taking centre stage. It was a large circular bath formed from carven marble, being large enough to fit at least five people, if memory served her well. Soaps lined the walls, as despite her usual visage, she took pleasure in a good bath, and usually good company. Going back to her main living space, she turned to her favourite room. A heavy iron door sat between her and it. Stopping for a moment, she reached instinctively for her wand, only have her hand slip against her skin. Turning to the fireplace, she found it; placed on a rack after it was recovered from her arrest. Taking it up, she waved it across the door and relished the almost musical chime of various heavy-duty locks unlocking, until finally, the door swung open, and her favourite room was revealed.
This single room was about the same size as all three of the other spaces put together. Illuminated by flickering braziers, the space was built for a single purpose: sex. Yet, not typical sexual pleasures. Domination. Towards the back of the room was a large cross upon which a person could be mounted, the cross being adjustable so as to allow access to a person's ass. It could be tilted on an axis to bring their lips down to waist level. The centre of the room was a peculiar thing as there were various metal cylinders seemingly buried in the ground. Raising her wand, Bellatrix effortlessly lifted a collection of metal pipes from the corner, slotting them into place in the floor and creating various means of restraint through metal bars and clamps, allowing her to prostrate and suspend people in uncomfortable positions, all for her delight. Banishing the bars, she left the centre clear, looking up to the roof to reveal a sling. Rudimentary, but one that could be added to with other ropes to manipulate anyone she wanted. Along the wall was a set of tables, on which were various builders' tools that she had once used to continuously expand on her play-den. But the opposite wall was what she wanted to admire. Her collection of sexual apparatus in her bedroom seemed tame compared to this room. Whips of varying severity, some emboldened with sharp metal tips. Butt-plugs and dildos that ranged to obscene sizes, replicating the shapes of centaurs and even a dragon. Clamps and fastenings that would torment a woman's tits, or even a man's pecs if Bellatrix was devoted enough. Large cylinders of wax and several large branding irons from her more obscene days. Hooks and chains alongside magical vibrators and edging devices. The collection was expansive yet outdated. She had been in prison for years. No doubt this would appear infantile if a seasoned sexual veteran was the view it. In that sense, Bella was embarrassed about it. Regardless, her cock was now rock hard and throbbing between her thighs.
Retreating to the bathroom, she was quick to sink into the steaming, soapy water, allowing it to soak through her skin. Pleasure rippled through her body as a result, to the extent that if someone were to simply grasp her cock then and there, she would have erupted like a cannon. Moaning constantly as she bathed, she let her hands roam and grope her body, wishing desperately that her sister had joined her. Remembering those baths, they used to take, their hot slippery bodies writhing together. Those were nights of pure ecstasy. The only time she succumbed to erotic desire, to steamy kisses of intimate passion, their bodies simply enjoying the friction of one another. Sometimes, they didn't even need to fuck, but to just rut together as animals, grinding and throbbing together in the hot water. It was so intense that the moment they got around to actually sinking into one another, their orgasms would claim them and they would succumb once more to grinding until their arousal picked up and they could stretch each other's holes. Disappointed Cissy didn't join her, Bellatrix couldn't blame her in the end. She was foul. The difference between her before the bath and simply stepping into was palpable, and to the extent that she could tell. As much as she would have wanted to soak in there forever, Bellatrix knew that there was pleasure to be had elsewhere and writhing around in soapy water on her own was the least of her desires. Cleaning herself diligently, she stepped out of the bath, whipping her wand around herself, and drying her body in an instant. Her hair took a few seconds, but soon enough, she smelt only the fragrance of her newfound scent.
Smirking, she admired the outfit Miles had chosen. He knew her well. Comprised of a leather corset, interwoven with thin black mesh around her stomach, it hugged her body tightly and accentuated her breasts. The adjoining skirt portion was long enough to drape around her ankles, yet it was cut in such a way that when she walked, her long creamy legs would slip out from underneath, flaunting her sumptuous legs. Alongside that, he had elected for a pair of fishnet stockings and shiny black high heels. Miles may have been a damn-side older than he was the last time, but he had definitely earned a tip of some sort. Pulling her clothing on, she adjusted it to her slimmer figure, taking the liberty of discarding the panties that he had kindly left for her, in favour of her cock hanging free. After all, she was in the company of friends, family, and her Lord. There was no need for such modesty. Content with her appearance, she made her way to the living area, only to find Narcissa waiting for her, "If only you'd been a few minutes quicker. We could have shared a bath…"
"The Dark Lord grows impatient," Narcissa sighed coldly. Closing the distance between her and Narcissa, Bellatrix looked into her eyes with shock. That carnal instinctual desire that they had shared as sisters. The need and drive to fuck one another. It was no longer burning as strong. Not that it mattered to her.
"He'll understand if he knows what we're doing," Bella moaned, placing a hand on Narcissa's waist, pulling her close and driving the hardness of her cock along the blonde's thigh. Leaning forwards, Bella planted her lips onto Narcissa's, letting her instinctual desires roam free as she snogged an unreceptive Narcissa. Her tongue pushed forwards, trying to breach her lips, but being unsuccessful. Dropping a hand down to Narcissa's shapely ass, Bella moaned. It felt just as plump and squashy as she remembered. That perfect ass that she always strove to mimic. With a deep, husky moan, Bella purred into her sister's ear, "I've missed you Cissy… This arse… These lips… I'm sure we could make it quick. I'm fit to bursting. I'll even let you go on top."
"There's no need," Narcissa said sternly, not receiving any cessation from Bella, who was lightly grinding her cock against Narcissa's leg, humping at her thigh in desperate need of pleasure. It had been so long since her last orgasm, and frankly Bellatrix couldn't have asked for a more delightful and shapely woman to share it with.
"I have need. Feel all twelve inches of my need…" Bella moaned, hooking her cock out of the confines of her dress. Guiding a Narcissa's hand downwards, she tried to wrap the blonde's sensual fingers around her mast but was robbed of the delightful pleasure of her silky grasp.
"Bella…" Narcissa snapped firmly, finally breaking through to Bellatrix who stepped back, letting her cock flop back between her thighs, hidden away by her dress. The warm sexual relationship she had once shared with her sister was no replaced by cold rigidity. An unflinching desire to meet in the orgasmic ways they used to.
"What the fuck happened whilst I was gone?" Bellatrix asked angrily, her cock throbbing and ultimately talking for her. She had spent so many nights in Azkaban, imagining and envisioning the climactic evening she would share with her sister upon her freedom, the orgasms they would share. How they would end the night, covered in one another's cum, saliva and sweat, simply content to be fucking one another again. Now, she'd be hard pressed to get a stiff, uninterested handjob out of Narcissa.
"I grew up. Now is no time for flagrant displays of… sex," Narcissa breathed, hiding the honesty she wanted to convey. Looking into Bellatrix's eyes, she saw the teenage sex addled girl that she still was. Not that she judged that. But she simply had no reason to sink into it with her main sex partner in Azkaban for so long. Narcissa's words were hollow in part. She had partaken in the satisfaction of Ane Alley's sex club multiple times; however she had abandoned the incessant desires that she had once shared with her sister.
"You've turned prude, haven't you? It used to be Lucius that was cucked, but…" Bellatrix sneered, folding her arms as she glared at her sister. Or, what remained of her sister. She remembered how they would laugh about Lucius jerking himself off, whilst they relished in the comforts of one another's flesh, giddy that her husband wasn't getting to capitalise on marrying her slim and slender figure.
"I have a son," Narcissa finally snapped, staring back at Bellatrix, who let a smile curl across her face. Sidling forwards, she brought her lips close enough for Narcissa to hear, before purring with a maddening smirk. She had held back on her once intense and prevalent lust for pleasure on account of her son, not wanting him to grow up with a mother that was as sexually inclined as she once was. It was why she kept her antics to the privacy of the sex-club, hiding her identity to an extent. Even as she argued with her sister, she knew that her words were that of a hypocrite to some extent. But that didn't change the fact that her sexual appetites were now drastically different than those of Bellatrix.
"I know. I've felt your son," Bellatrix moaned, remembering his delicate hands working her cock on those cold, freezing nights. That seemed to break Narcissa as she lifted her eyes to meet Bellatrix's, her face sterner and angrier than it was before.
"He did that out of the kindness for his family. You will not touch him. If you touch him, I'll see to it that the Dark Lord loses his favourite piece of eye candy," Narcissa threatened. Moving forwards, Bellatrix was stopped by something jabbing into her side. Stopping, she glanced down at the wand now pressed against her stomach.
"Cissy… Fine… I won't touch him. But after all those steamy nights… I imagine he'll be begging for a proper go at his Aunt. You always used to like having a go," Bellatrix giggled, running her tongue along her lips as she went for the door.
"Used to. Let's not keep the Dark Lord waiting…" Narcissa reiterated, sheathing her wand in her sleeve before following her sister out into the hallway. Closing the door behind her, Narcissa led Bellatrix through the winding halls of Malfoy Manor, the blonde acutely aware of the lecherous stares coming from behind her. Disappointed with even her clothing, Bellatrix struggled to find a stretch of exposed skin in the entirety of her sister's outfit. Sighing as they arrived at the main hall, Narcissa stopped and looked at Bellatrix. Even though they had grown distant, that look remained the same. Recognising it immediately, Bellatrix fixed her dress, ensuring she was as presentable as possible. The Dark Lord was waiting.
Pushing through the double doors, Bellatrix and Narcissa entered the large dining room of the Malfoy Manor, the eyes of everyone in the room turning towards them. The central table was populated by a single figure at its head, whilst the remainder of the black cloaked individuals stood around the room in anxious silence. The Death Eaters all eagerly awaiting the commencement of discussions, yet without wanting to break the silence their Lord imposed. Voldemort's eyes met with Bellatrix's almost instantly, a crooked smile curling across his thin lips. Lifting a hand, he beckoned her forwards, the black-haired witch striding boldly along the side of the table and to his side. Dropping to a single knee, she planted her lips against his hand, feeling the coldness of his ashy skin upon her lips. A light chuckle escaped his lips as he lifted her chin with his hand and asked, "Is that the proper way to address your Lord?"
Grinning wildly, she reached forwards the layers of his thin black robes, effortlessly weaving amidst the layered folds. Her hands swiftly found what she was searching for, feeling the only warmth Voldemort's body gave within her hands. Freeing his cock, she brought his stiff and hardened length forwards, pursing her lips against his engorged tip. Those in the room bowed their heads or looked away, yet Bellatrix cared very little for their wandering eyes. As she tasted her Lord on her tongue, she parted her lips and slowly rolled them along his length, allowing his throbbing head into her throat with little difficult. Inch by inch slipped into her throat, her own cock shuddering between her thighs as she felt her gullet bulge. However, before she could reach his hairless base, her throat convulsed and tightened, clutching around his cock. Gagging wildly, she choked and coughed, ceasing her movements as she looked up at Voldemort, his lips relaxing as he savoured her gorgeous lips around his cock.
"It would seem your talents have waned in Azkaban. Yet, you show more devotion than the others in this room. Are we to abandon the old ways? Ways of respect? Should we welcome in… muggle means of paying respect. Bows and handshakes? Are my followers as spineless as the Ministry?" Voldemort snapped, his eyes filtering amongst the more sheepish of his followers. Desperate to prove herself, Bellatrix pushed her lips further along his cock, stretching her unwilling throat in desperation, spluttering, and gagging wildly as she choked on her Lord's cock. Only managing to take an extra inch, she growled in frustration, bobbing her lips back and forth as she tried to work up the pace to take his entire magnificent, ethereal length.
"My wife is more than happy to adhere to the old wa…" Lucius began, stammering as he stepped forwards, only to have his words utterly curbed by Narcissa. Pushing past him, she stepped to the end of the table and looked Voldemort in the eye.
"Our devotion will always pale to that off Bellatrix. Not for a lack of want, nor effort," she smiled, gesturing to Bellatrix's somewhat frantic attempts to take more of Voldemort in her throat. Sinking into the collection of Death Eaters, Lucius curbed his tongue.
"Indeed… The Malfoys have been instrumental in maintaining Bella's dear sanity and procuring her freedom. Perhaps such old ways are not applicable for you, Narcissa," Voldemort smirked, taking much amusement in her swiftness to overstep her husband. Returning to Lucius' side, Narcissa waited patiently for Voldemort's next words. Lifting a hand to Bellatrix's chin, he guided her lips along his cock, plucking them from his slickened flesh. Lunging forward with a hand, Bellatrix's caught his shining length before it smacked against his thigh, knowing full well her Lord's distaste for… messiness in sexual regards. His next order was simple, "Bend over the table."
"As you wish, my lord…" she smiled, hiding her overwhelming excitement. She had hoped her first fuck would be the carnal eroticism of her own sister but having her lord's monstrous length inside of her was a close second place. Shifting in between him and the table, she bent over at the waist, proudly presenting her rounded ass. The outfit she was wearing fell apart perfectly, draping to either side of her thighs, exposing her curvaceous arse to Voldemort. Running a hand across her skin, he lightly squeezed her bony ass, a little disappointed in her dimensions, yet confident that she would do everything to rectify them; just as she would invariably do with her oral abilities. Rising to his feet, he took his cock in his palm, gracious that Bellatrix had not been able to reach his base, allowing him to grasp his length without dirtying his hand. Running the head of his cock along the crack of her ass, he waited for her to reach behind herself and spread her cheeks apart, allowing him complete and unrestrained access to her subservient and willing hole. Prodding her asshole, he relished the quiet murmurings of pleasure coming from Bella's lips, her innate propensity for exhibitionism standing at full force. Easing forwards, he delighted in the way her face contorted, sucking her lip inwards as she waited for the pleasure to overtake her. Her orgasm remained on the very verge of fruition, yet only she knew just how close and just how desperate she was.
Finally, he pushed the head inside of her and Bellatrix let out a growl of a moan. That simple push of pleasure was enough to cause her cock to cum. Her body was overwhelmed with pleasure as each inch of the Dark Lord's cock that pushed inside of her, drove another stream of cum out of her cock. Strand after strand leaked down onto the floor beneath her, followed by intense groans and moans of pleasure from Bellatrix. Her balls were swiftly drained with Voldemort's cock bottoming out inside of her as the last couple drips seeped from the head of her cock. Yet, she didn't even soften, with her length remaining utterly hard. It would take more than a simple plunge of cock to satiate her then and there. Feeling Voldemort's crotch pressed against her ass, her breasts squeezing against the table, her cock twitching wildly beneath her; it was all utterly perfect. For all intents and purposes, she and Voldemort were alone in that room. In fact, that sense of pleasure overwhelmed her sense of duty and respect. Had she been more in control of her words, she would have undoubtedly said things that would have had her bound, whipped and fucked into submission; a favourite lesson of the Dark Lord's and one that she had experienced in her younger more undisciplined days. The looks across the room were becoming more uncertain as Voldemort groped at Bella's ass, pulling at her flesh, rocking his hips back and forth slowly; never pulling his cock all the way out, but driving into her ass enough to keep her on her toes. Whether the Dark Lord wanted them to stay, or leave was a mystery and not one that people were willing to test.
"Shall we… shall we go?" Lucius stammered, unable to watch his sister-in-law getting rutted into, her face contorting in blissful pleasure, her moans filling his house with the sultry perversity of animalistic sex. Hell, it was being done on his own dining room table.
"Embarrassed are we, Lucius? Does the sight of a near naked woman still startle you? And here I was thinking you were doing so well in maintaining your composure," Voldemort chided, pulling his hips back and slamming into Bellatrix as her fingernails began to scratch at the immaculate wooden surface beneath her, her body shivering with utter bliss. There were murmurings of laughter around the room as Lucius stepped back and averted his eyes from the two fucking in front of them.
"My husband simply wanted to offer you the courtesy of privacy," Narcissa interceded, hoping to save some modicum of face in front of everyone, primarily for her own sake. She was well beyond attempting to change Lucius' peers and their opinions of him. He may have prestige amongst the ministry, but hardly amidst the Dark Lord and his entourage. Much to her dismay.
"There is no need. We all have much to discuss, and very little time to do so. I should think we can forgo modesty in times of war," Voldemort called out, gesturing to the table with his hands. Once again there were furtive glances around the room, uncertain looks coming from everyone. Sighing, Narcissa strode forward and seated herself at the opposite head of the table, candidly looking along and into the pleasure ridden eyes of her sister, the Lestrange grinned madly as she grunted and groaned. A second orgasm swept through her body as she clawed at the table, writhing in ecstasy as the last remnants of cum were pumped from her body, her ass beginning to darken a red tinge with Voldemort's constant smacking into her; pounding and pumping into her clutching, eager, horny fuck-hole. The rest of the Death Eater's filed into their seats, filling up from Narcissa's side downwards, with the few unlucky -or lucky dependant of viewpoint- among them being seated within touching distance of Bellatrix's contorting, seemingly constantly orgasming body. The sounds she made were generally ignored as the Dark Lord maintained a constant steady thrust, seemingly without any stamina fatigue. Constantly slamming into her, he began to discuss their battle tactics and the prioritisation of various asset acquisitions, all while maintain his powerful thrusts into the wailing pleasure-ridden body of Bellatrix Lestrange, her thighs seemingly dripping with her own pre-cum and cum; the woman on the verge of being rendered a drooling mess. And despite all that, almost every single Death Eater in that room feared her and wouldn't even dare comment on the curve of her ass and the sounds she would make when servicing the Dark Lord. Everyone, bar Narcissa, whose coquettish smile hid her genuine opinion. Her smirk wasn't all that hid her true feelings. The enchantment upon her panties bore a significant secret…
The meeting lasted an hour, all through which Bellatrix was used as a mere fuck-hole, contorting on the table as her cock spurted what little cum, she could muster down onto the floor, all the while moaning constantly. Her hands reached out, flexing, and grabbing for what they could. When she grabbed onto one of the people sitting nearby, all they could muster was a wince as they gritted their teeth. Eventually, the meeting drew to a close, with Voldemort letting out a groan of pleasure. He didn't cum, much to Bellatrix's surprise. Even after an hour of constant fucking, pounding into her immensely tight hole at a delectably firm pace, he didn't orgasm, instead drawing his hips backwards and stowing himself away. Leaving Bellatrix sprawled out on the table, weary, sweaty, and covered in her own cum. With a final order, one that Bellatrix couldn't hear over her own crashing pleasure, Voldemort dissapparated, leaving the room in a puff of black smoke. The moment he was gone, chairs slid across the room as various Death Eaters, rushed to leave, all of the nervously glancing over at Bellatrix's half naked body before leaving. Eventually, only Narcissa was left at the end of the table, her smirk growing wider as she rose to her feet, "Is this the illustrious life you're trying to sway me towards? Forgive me if I have no desire to become the Dark Lord's concubine. Can you stand?"
"Yeah… And for what? You're being all high and mighty so that Lucius can slap his cock against your thigh and cum instantly," Bellatrix moaned, lifting herself up and staggering back and forth slightly. Her legs were little weary, yet as she shifted back and forth, more life came to them. It was her ass that was aching. That delightful impactful ache that simply served to remind her of that intense pleasure that had come a result of the ache.
"There is more to life than sex," Narcissa commented, pouring two glasses of rich red wine, and handing one to Bella. Immediately, she gulped it down, the warmth of the liquid serving to reinvigorate her. She was a free woman and she going to make sure she acted like it.
"Yes. And all of its boring. I'm going to bathe and visit the 'Sanctum'," Bellatrix informed her sister, setting her glass down and striding past her. That was what eventually curbed Narcissa's steely gaze, a quiver of concern flashing across her face as she put aside her own glass of wine and went after her.
"Bella? You escaped from Azkaban this morning. Surely that can wait," Narcissa argued, following her sister through the manor, yet failing to break through any of the witch's thoughts. Stopping outside of the main door, the two looked at one another.
"I can apparate and have a wand. Besides, it's clear I'm not going to find what I want here," Bellatrix snapped, her expression softening as she saw the genuine concern on Narcissa's face. Smirking, she laid a hand against the blonde's cheek, closing the gap between their bodies with a salacious purr, "Unless… You'll change your mind. The offer to top still stands. I'm nice and loose, now…"
Before Narcissa could respond, the two of them were interrupted. The doors to the manor swung abruptly open, with three figures appearing in the frame. Two of them were easily recognisable as the Carrow siblings, Alecto and Amycus, whilst the third's identity was purposefully hidden behind a hessian sack. With his hands bound behind his back, the mysterious prisoner was thrust into the hall, the Carrows letting the door swing shut behind them.
"Need I remind you this is still my home, and you are expected to knock," Narcissa sighed, growing tired of the constant visitors to her house. The manor had become a make-shift Headquarters for the Death Eaters, meaning that it was rare when the Malfoys actually had their home to themselves. Much to Narcissa's frustration.
"Sorry love, Dark Lord's orders," Amycus replied, shoving the prisoner down to the floor, his body crumpling against the marble. Bellatrix's interest immediately perked up as she looked down at the curled figure in front of her, a smile stretching across her lips.
"This prisoner is to be transferred to Madam Lestrange. The Dark Lord considers it a gift. He's already extracted everything he needs from him, but he wishes Madam Lestrange to find some practical use for him," Alecto informed, nudging the prisoner with her foot as she watched Bellatrix's eyes light up.
"Well, isn't it our lucky day, Cissy," Narcissa grinned eagerly, knowing exactly what the Dark Lord meant her to do with the prisoner. If he already had all the information he needed from him, then there was only one good use for his body. Conversion. Conversion into a sexual vessel for the Death Eater's pleasure. Or rather, her pleasure, "Take him to my quarters Amycus. You'll find a suitable space for him. The door should be unlocked."
"How is this my lucky day?" Narcissa asked, trying to maintain a polite demeanour in the face of growing annoyance. Now her home was to become a prison. She was already annoyed that Bellatrix converted a portion of the manor into her own personal sex dungeon, but the fact that dungeon was immediately occupied upon her arrival home was just another thing to add to the pile of frustration.
"Well, I'll no longer need to leave the Manor this evening. I know how worried you were for my safety," Narcissa chuckled, playfully smacking Narcissa's cheek as she strode past the annoyed blonde and made her way up the stairs, eager to break in her newly acquired toy.
"Make him scream for us, will you? He's been plenty of trouble up till now," Alecto called out as Narcissa rounded the corner. She was particularly disappointed that she wouldn't be able to watch the famed Bellatrix Lestrange at work in her natural environment. Moving quickly back to her quarters with an eager bounce in her step, Bellatrix passed Amycus and shared a curt nod before she rushed into her room locking the door behind her. After a quick bath to clean herself up, Bellatrix opted for a simple black lace corset, fish-net stockings and intricate black panties which had a hole tactically cut out to allow her cock to flop free in all its throbbing glory. Finally, she donned a pair of black shiny high heels, knowing full well that the click of her heel against the floor of the dungeon was a sound she had particularly missed. And so she stood, ready and prepared, anticipation burning in her chest as she laid her hand against the iron door to her dungeon. A delighted smile curled across her thin lips as she pushed the door forwards and stepped into the low light of the brazier lit room, the prisoner kneeling in the centre, his identity remaining unknown.
"You know… You are the first guest to grace this room in over a decade. It's an honour as you'll come to understand," Bellatrix purred softly, striding across the cold concrete floor, the click of her hair echoing her every step. As she walked past the prisoner, she waved her wand, causing the hessian sack to be pulled away from his head, revealing the young, chiselled jaw-line of a rather attractive young man. Bellatrix didn't recognise him, yet he was a remarkably pleasant surprise. He would make for a very good-looking pet when fully broken in. His eyes lifted up as he stared into Bellatrix's cold eyes, her salacious outfit drawing his attention as he pondered just what he was in for. His stare was broken as Bellatrix asked in a chillingly calm voice, "Who do I have the pleasure of talking to?"
"I'm not telling you anything," Cedric grimaced, turning his gaze straight ahead. He had withstood the Dark Lord's torture already. He had kept silent as he could, not breaking under countless Crucios and beatings. This would be no different. He would retain his stoic composure, even if he was beaten black and blue. Bellatrix giggled in a sickening manner, her bony fingers threading themselves through his soft brown hair, the woman circling him like an animal circles and stalks its prey.
"Oh… As naïve as you are pretty… What a disastrous combination. You see, the Dark Lord doesn't want information from you. He doesn't want to know anything that you know. You don't matter to him any longer. That's why you belong to me now. I'm going to use you for my own pleasure. My own satisfaction. You are nothing more than a little fuck-pet, destined to do what I please for as long as I see fit. I can be as rough as I can be sensual. We'll put it this way, either you tell me your name, or I'll spend the first hour whipping your name out of you," she growled, tugging his head sharply back by his hair. She bent over and lowered her lips to his neck, running the tip of her tongue across his goosebump addled skin, a malicious grin curled across her lips. One of her hands lowered itself to his trouser covered ass, squeezing his toned cheeks through the fabric and eliciting a soft purr of approval from Bellatrix as she amended her threat in light of the discovery of his appeasing little ass, "Scratch that… hour and a half…"
"Cedric… Cedric Diggory…" he choked out, his body shivering under the touch of the woman. Bellatrix reared backwards suddenly, startled by the revelation. Of course she had heard about Cedric Diggory. Even in Azkaban, his fate at the hand of the Dark Lord was a hot topic. Yet, here he knelt, alive and well. Harry Potter had failed to retrieve Cedric's body before escaping Voldemort, meaning that he didn't discover that the Cedric was only unconscious. In the heat of the moment, Harry had mistaken the blinding light that had struck Cedric, presuming him dead. Naturally, not discovering Cedric's body in the maze, officials took Harry's word that the boy had died, only the ministry defiantly denounced Harry's assertion of it being the Dark Lord, suggesting the trauma had warped Harry's understanding of what happened. Evidently, it had in some regard, but not in the way that the ministry had thought. No, Harry had completely mistaken Cedric's death, leaving him at the mercy of the Dark Lord and now Bellatrix.
"Oh my… Christmas has come early… The Dark Lord's first kill after his return…" Bellatrix growled softly, biting her lip as she stalked around Cedric, finding his physical appearance to simply be an added bonus on top of the allure that came from dominating such an important person in relation to her Lord's return.
"Only he didn't kill me, did he?" Cedric spat defiantly, almost proud that he had flaunted the Dark Lord's attempt to kill him, blissfully ignorant to the fact that if the Dark Lord had wanted him dead that evening, he would be dead. It was a stunning spell that was cast and not the killing curse after all. But that didn't stop Cedric's pride from blossoming.
"No. But the world thinks so. Or at least they think you're dead. The ministry say natural causes, but old Dumbledore says it was the Dark Lord. You know what that means?" Bellatrix grinned maniacally, crouching down in front of Cedric and pressing the point of her wand against his cheek, "No one is looking for you. No one is coming to rescue you. No one even thinks you're alive. Daddy dearest is deep in mourning for a son that belongs to me now."
"I won't do what you want. I'll never do what you want," Cedric retaliated, his words cracking as Bellatrix wove her wand and tore the remaining clothing Cedric was wearing to complete shreds, revealing his pert little ass and his softened cock.
"Oh, I expect so. That's part of the fun. No one likes a sex-pet that does as he's told straight out of the packet. But trust me, Cedric, you will break and do exactly as I say. You'll suck every cock I order you to. Fuck every person I tell you to. You'll humiliate yourself, beg for more, and fall asleep dreaming of doing it all again," Bellatrix moaned, caressing her breasts as she succumbed to her own personal fantasising, her cock throbbing as she tenderly caressed her tits. Turning back to Cedric, she ran one of her hands down his chest, watching him recoil in disgust as she giggled ecstatically, "Oh, I've missed my little fuck-pets…"
"You're crazy… Fucking crazy," Cedric replied, seeing the demented look in Bellatrix's eye, seeing the manic madness that had wove its way deep into the root of her psyche. She wasn't just mad. But absolutely crazy. The kind of crazy that doesn't come from years in Azkaban, but rather it was ingrained from a younger age.
"Damn fucking right!" she snapped in a vicious snarl, waving her wand and causing Cedric to spin around in place to face her. Suspending him in the air, she brought him over to her, her twisted fingers grabbing him by the cheeks, squeezing his face as his toes stretched to even graze against the ground beneath him, "Oh… I have dreamt of this… All that time in Azkaban, all those unfulfilling fantasies and now… I have the means to recreate them all… You're lucky… Really, lucky… The only thing that is sparing you from an onslaught of unimaginable pleasure and pain is the fact that I have so many ideas to choose from and frankly… I'm at a loss as to where to begin… So… We'll start nice and simple. With an orientation of sorts."
With a wave of her wand, she sent Cedric back to the centre of the room, his hands momentarily being untied. He lurched forwards in an attempt to capitalise on his momentary freedom, only to have his hands firmly pulled above him as his wrists were fastened back together only now he was suspended by them from the roof. Shaking back and forth caused his body to swing helplessly In place, with him only being able to barely extend his toes in order to stand on the floor relieving the ache that came from being hung by his wrists. Bellatrix reappeared, this time nursing in her arms a long black leather horsewhip. It looked well-worn and well-used yet had sat idle for her entire sentence in Azkaban, meaning it needed a little flexing in order to loosen it enough for a firm cracking whip.
"You will, at all times, address me as mistress. Failure to do so, will result in ten lashings of my favourite whip. To each cheek…" Bellatrix began explain in a collected voice, her sternness emanating in the commanding posture she maintained. The erratic perverseness that had characterised her in Cedric's eyes up until now melted away completely, replaced instead with a dutiful professionalism. It was almost as if she took this 'orientation' of hers deadly seriously. A reverence and respect that Cedric did not share with her.
"Fuck that…" he growled bitterly, only to see the anger flare in Bellatrix's eyes. She flung herself at him, spinning him around so that his ass was facing her. Before he could prepare, the whip had blistered down against his ass in an anger fuelled fury, his skin reddening as Bellatrix lashed out in an animalistic haze. The whip struck against each of his cheeks equally, alternating between each and every lash. She didn't hesitate between strikes, not daring to afford him any form of momentary relief as she cycled between his right and left cheek, leaving his creamy untouched skin seared in overlapping streaks. The stinging pain finally subsided with the twentieth whip strike, the impact of which sent his body swinging back and forth, his limp body unable to recover the precarious stance on his tip-toes, leaving him dangling helplessly, his ass burning in agony as the cool air of the dungeon washed over his singed cheeks, providing enough of a caress that reignited the pain of his whipping. Clearing her throat, Bellatrix returned to her previous composure, cradling the whip as she began to speak once again.
"You will, at all times, address me as mistress. Failure to do so, will result in ten lashings of my favourite whip. To each cheek. You will also not speak unless spoken to. Speaking out of turn will result in molten wax being poured over each of your nipples," Bellatrix informed, making it clear what punishment he would receive for what offence. Continuing, she relished his dutiful if not resentful silence, before adding, "Your sole priority in life is the provision of my personal pleasure. You will perform any and all sex-acts at my discretion, without question or commentary, unless ordered otherwise. Failure to do so will result in… Oh, one moment…"
She disappeared from sight for a moment, with Cedric swinging back and forth. Returning to his view, she was now holding an ornate blackened mahogany box. Unlocking it, she produced from within a small constricting chastity cage, the tiny metal device having an adjustable tightness for added punishment. Instead of dropping down to her knees, Bellatrix waved her wand and brought Cedric's crotch up to her, his hips wriggling in hopeless defiance. Opening the cage, she firmly squeezed Cedric's cock into its tiny metal confines, the small embrace of the metal cage already pinning itself painfully against the sides of his cock. Grimacing as she began to force the clasp shut, Cedric snarled angrily, "Not a fucking chance am I wearing…"
"Speaking out of turn…" she snapped angrily, clicking the chastity cage shut and waving her wand to manipulate Cedric into a horizontal position. Holding him at waist height, she went and procured a steadily burning candle. With her free hand, she squeezed and pinched his nipples, using the cold chill of her digits to bring them to small prominent peaks. As soon as they were standing proudly in place, she tipped the candle at an angle and allowed a dribble of molten wax to bead and fall down onto his nipple. It splashed across his pink nub, almost entirely enveloping the nipple in its waxy embrace. The instant burning pain surged through his body, only to mellow out just in time for a second searing droplet to splash against his skin. Making sure that she covered every last inch of his nipple, she left the streaks of molten wax to harden, encasing his nipple for the time being before moving onto the second one. The flailing lurch that came from Cedric was delicious, eliciting a bead of pre-cum from Bellatrix's already rock-hard cock. Lather his nipple in several more beads, Bellatrix emptied a long and clumsy streak of molten wax from his stomach up to his chest, practically tipping all the molten wax there was onto his skin and watching his breath sharply in through clenched teeth. Setting the candle aside, she then added with a salacious grin, her hand bringing into view her horse-ship once more, "And failure to address me as mistress…"
Realising what was coming next, Cedric felt his body get flipped over, all the while remaining horizontal. Standing at his side, she lifted the whip and brought it singing down against his ass cheek. This time, she focussed her attention on a single cheek meaning there was no relief in between lashings. There was one crack against his ass and then another and another, and another, right up until the tenth. At that point, with his ass turning a deeper red that Cedric would have thought imaginable and his skin still burning with the lingering feeling of each whip strike, Bellatrix strode around to the other side of him and administered the remaining ten whips. In the end, Cedric's ass felt as if it was still being whipped with the slightest movement causing his skin to flare up in the same singing agony he had felt from the first whipping. Finally, he was returned to his hanging position, with his hands pulled out above him and his toes barely dancing against the floor. The wax had hardened, but his nipples remained tender and sore within their newfound waxen prison.
"Where was I… Oh yes, you will perform any and all sex acts… without question… ordered otherwise. Failure to do so will result in your personal cock-cage being tightened. It will only be untightened when sufficient reparations have been made…" Bellatrix explained, speeding through her speech before finally coming to the end of the immediate rules, "That's the basic rules. You'll pick the rest of them up as we go along. You have plenty of time to figure things out. Do you understand, my little fuck-pig?"
"Yes…" Cedric mumbled, the throb of his sensitive nipples ultimately driving him to comply with her domineering rules. It was only as Bellatrix flexed the handle of her whip that Cedric was reminded of the first rule, with his still aching ass forcing him to begrudgingly add, "Mistress…"
"Good. Now, suck my cock," Bellatrix smiled, summoning a chair on the opposite end of the room. Sliding down into it, she spread her legs and proudly presented her cock, all before letting Cedric's body slump to the floor, his hands being rebound behind him. He pushed himself up to his knees and stared at her; stared at her veiny cock. The demeaning humiliation of orally pleasuring her was something he couldn't quite bring himself to do, yet the tight pinch of metal around his straining cock reminded him of the punishment that would come if he failed to comply. Conflicted, he heard her speak again, her professional candour slipping back into her venomous malice, "You have your orders, fuck-pig. Unless I spoke too softly. Suck. My. Cock!"
As she screeched that final word, she waved her wand, causing Cedric to fly towards her on his knees, the floor grinding against his skin until he collapsed in front of her. Pushing back onto his knees, he was face to face with Bellatrix's cock, her throbbing length leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, her sinister, commanding smile baring down on him with insidious intent. Breathing heavily, he eyed up her cock and weighed his decisions. He had sucked so many cocks before… Hell, there were even times he sucked cocks that he didn't want to necessarily suck. He remembered those experimental evenings with Cho, where she would play the domineering seductress and force his lips along the veiny length of someone else's cock. He remembered gagging on lengths simply because it made Cho hornier than ever. As he breathed deeply and stared at Bellatrix's cock, he imagined that Cho was stood behind him. That her hand was on the back of his head, forcing his lips down to the black-haired witch's length. He imagined that as his lips neared that repulsive cock, that Cho's cock was throbbing in her hand as a result. He imagined that he could hear her moans as his hot breath emanated across Bellatrix's bulbous cock-head. He imagined that Cho was staring hungrily at him, her eyes filled with the usual lust that came from being in control like this. From making him do something like this. That was what he imagined, right up until the moment his lips met with Bellatrix's cock-head. Nothing could mask or soften the fact that he was tasting that abhorrent witch's pre-cum on his tongue. Not even the sweet image of Cho Chang's naked body or her marvellous cock could lessen this particular experience.
Bellatrix let out a soft, salacious moan the moment that Cedric's lips pressed against her veiny cock. She had forgotten the pure bliss of a mouth against her cock. Sure, she had orgasmed since her liberation, but that had been as a result of the Dark Lord fucking her. She had yet to savour the pleasure of a blowjob. She had to fight the urge to grab his head and slam her cock into him. Her most primal pleasure-driven urges told her to throat-fuck the boy all the way to her orgasm, yet her dominating side told her that she should encourage him to suck her off. The fact that he had willingly pursed his lips against her cock-head meant that she was making progress in whittling away his defiance. As such, she simply reclined and allowed his lips to roll gently over the bulbous head of her cock, his tongue working her foreskin back over the tip as pre-cum dripped into his mouth. Cedric usually adored that musky taste of pre-cum, yet when it came from Bellatrix, he couldn't help but feel his stomach twisting inside of him, tightening in that uncomfortable way. That didn't stop him from slipping into a rhythm and using his tongue to lick clean her bulging tip, his saliva replacing the slickness as he worked silently away. His hands remained fastened behind his back, meaning that he had no ability to use them to jerk her off. The only thing keeping her cock from flopping beneath its weight was his lips. Slowly, he felt one of her gnarled hands thread itself through his hair, her fingers clutching at his scalp and tightening into place. Soon, she had a vice like grip on him, meaning he was powerless to move his lips in any other direction other than down towards the base of her cock.
She had made her intent very clear to Cedric and as such, he didn't bother to try and wrestle his head away. He was just sucking a cock after all. He did that regularly. Or at least he used to. Slowly, he eased his lips downwards, feeling Bellatrix's hands remained coiled around his head, holding him firmly in place, unable to escape the slow downward plunge of his lips. Soon enough, he felt the very tip of her cock rest against the back of his throat, begging access to his clutching depths. Breathing in through his nose, he felt her gently lift her hips, pushing harder against his throat, demanding him to go further and even offering a little bit of added encouragement. It didn't make it easier. Regardless, he dutifully swallowed, allowing Bellatrix's cock to slip into her throat. Her width was more than he expected, causing him to gag and splutter considerably more than he usually did. Maybe he was just out of practice he thought. But for Bellatrix, it was a heavenly treat. She enjoyed a deepthroat as much as anyone, but the best deepthroat was one in an inexperienced, untrained throat. One where their gullet seized and tightened, where they were plagued by constant gags and splutters. Those spasms of wet sloppy flesh around her cock were what made the experience of fucking a throat like this worth it. The only comparable deepthroat was one from a true expert, yet Bellatrix only knew of one witch in her life with talents like that and she had become a stuck-up prude since Bella was locked up. So, she made do with Cedric's clutching throat. Guiding his lips down to near the base of her cock, she stopped him in his tracks with about four inches remaining. Cedric could have easily guzzled down the remaining inches. His throat may have been twitching and convulsing, but he still had his oral skills to fall back on.
With four inches out with his throat, Bellatrix tightened her grasp on his hair, wrapping his hair through her fingers and making sure she had complete control. Leaning back on her chair, she began to thrust her hips up into Cedric's throat. She kept his head in the same place, but pounded and fucked up and into him, her cock slipping deeper into her throat with each plunge and push. It was unendingly embarrassing to have his throat used like this. But having to watch as Bellatrix writhed and contorted in her own personal world of pleasure, relishing the slick embrace of his lips rolling down to the base of her cock repeatedly, her heavy balls smacking harder and harder against his chin. His throat was exquisite. She was able to drive her cock into him effortlessly, bouncing her hips up and down, dropping her ass down onto the chair whenever she wanted to pull out of his throat and then arching her back and hips upwards whenever she wanted to savour those velvety depths once more. He would make for a good pet. He was a little resistant, but the pleasures his lithe supple little body provided and promised were too good to pass up. Moaning happily, she lifted one of her hands to her breasts, casually and gently squeezing her ample boob, enjoying the feeling of using Cedric as her personal fuck-toy. There was nothing quite like reducing someone to a collection of holes and rendering their sole physical use to being a source of pleasure. Cedric was a sex-toy. A proverbial flesh-light for her complete and utter amusement.
Suddenly rising to her feet, Bellatrix pinned Cedric's lips against her crotch, smothering his nose in her untamed pubic hair. Stepping forwards so that Cedric was bent backwards, his head between her thighs with his throat bulging, Bellatrix began to pound downwards into his throat, her gleaming balls now smacking firmly against his chin, his throat choking wildly from the change of position. The sounds of oral struggle coming from Cedric made Bellatrix weak at the knees. Her promise of an intense orgasm was looming, and she was happily fucking him like the cock-sleeve he was destined to be. She couldn't help but feel a little out of her element. Whilst she was gorging herself on the pleasure of throat-fucking her pet, she was feeling the strain on her body. Years in Azkaban had taken it out of her. In her prime, she would have been viciously berating Cedric, layering spanks and spells on top of her oral plundering, yet in her current state she couldn't help but feel laboured breathing escape her lips. Whenever she tried to speak, her words were lost amidst husky hoarse breaths, her body starting to ache. The pleasure was immense, and her cock sung in absolute delight, yet her knees were starting to feel weak beneath her and her stamina was waning. A frustrated growl escaped her thin lips as she let one final surge of energy course through her body, her hips pounding away mercilessly. For the briefest of moments, Cedric was subject to an angry deepthroat from Bellatrix. There was a brief surge in power and impact, his body briefly stunned by the suddenness of the change. But as quickly as it arrived, it went, with Bellatrix pulling her cock from his throat and throwing him firmly to the ground.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, grabbing her wand, and waving it through the air, her fury being manifested in a magical flurry. Cedric was hoisted into the air, his body limp and defenceless, smeared in his saliva. He watched as a procession of whips, paddles and clothes pegs soared through the air towards him. His body became a punching bag for the toys, with paddles and whips cracking against every exposed inch of his body. They lashed repeatedly, with one spank always being followed by several others across the entirety of his body. He twitched in singing pain, only to shift his body into the firing line of another collection of toys. The clothes pegs would latch onto his skin, biting and pinching into his sensitive areas before being sharply pulled away in unison. Several dozen would pinch into his arms, legs, nipples and even balls, only to be tugged firmly free in tandem with one another, eliciting another surge of pain. More implements joined the barrage, with all the sensations layer atop him. Candle wax streaked across his body as more a series of ten paddles continuously spanked his ass. When one struck his ass and moved away, another quickly raced into replace it, creating a cycle of spanking that never end. His body seemed to be spinning and reeling as Bellatrix unleashed her frustrations, watching with burning ire in her eyes, right up until she waved her wand once more, sending the toys flying across the room. The fell against the floor, rattling and sliding as Cedric's body dangled in place, red streaks and blotches covering his body from where the toys had been administered. With heavy, hoarse breathing, Bellatrix stared at him, collecting herself and calming down somewhat. With another wave of her wand, she repositioned Cedric. A wooden horse apparatus was brought to the centre of the room. It was triangular shaped length of wood the pointed positioned upwards. Forcing Cedric to bend over it, his body was balanced on the dull edge, making him as uncomfortable as possible. His ass was dangled right over the end, with his cheeks pried naturally apart to reveal his asshole. If there was one thing that was guaranteed to levy Bellatrix's personal frustrations, it was fucking someone in the ass. Hard.
Taking one last deep breath, she lifted her cock and smacked it firmly between Cedric's ass cheeks. Moaning softly as she carved her cock gently back and forth, relishing the light friction of his pert cheeks, she prepared to pound him into oblivion. Guiding the head of her cock towards his asshole, she gently probed his hole, delighting in how easily it pried apart to accept her thick cock-head. When Cedric and Cho made love, it was his ass that was usually the one being hammered into, meaning that his anal experience was deft enough to take Bellatrix without any trouble. Not that he found it pleasant to be perched atop a wooden horse, his chest aching, and his balls being lightly squeezed against the wooden point. Slowly, Bellatrix pushed forwards, taking things slow as she adjusted to the pleasure of being inside of a tight little asshole. It didn't take long for her well-lubricated cock to sink into Cedric right up to the hilt, her balls gently swinging against his ass. Her wild bristling pubic hair rubbed against his ass, and she let out a deep moan of satisfaction. He was tight and just loose enough to take her without difficulty. No doubt his ass would be stretched and warped over his tenure as her personal fuck-pet, but for now, he was the ideal tightness for her to relieve her pent-up tension and aggression. A part of Bellatrix wanted to launch into a wild flurry of pounding thrusts, but she knew that doing so would only remind her of her wearied body's limitation. She would have to work on her stamina, a fact that annoyed her to no end. With that in mind, she opted for a firm, but measured pace so as to not wind herself into another anger fuelled display of magical sexual frustration.
Pulling her cock slowly backwards, she let her length glide through the spasming tightness of Cedric's ass, easing her tip all the way back to his once puckered entrance. Once there, she slammed forwards, pounding firmly and fast into his ass. The impact echoed through the small dingy room, with her balls smacking firmly up against Cedric's body, pleasure humming and singing through the length of her cock. She lingered in place, allowing the satisfaction of that initial thrust to hum and vibrate along the length of her cock, all before doing it again. She kept that same pace; a slow and controlled pull back followed by a sudden and sharp thrust forwards. It was enough to get her moaning happily away, distracting her from her previous bout of personal annoyance, allowing her to slip back into the pleasurable world of satisfaction. Cedric, kept his lips shut, refusing to allow any indication of pleasure escape him. It was harder than it seemed, with her fattened cock seemingly constantly pressing against his prostate, milking it for pleasure and satisfaction. Yet, he denied himself any moans, even as his cock twitched and throbbed against the metal confines of its cage, leaking pre-cum through the shimmering bars. Grimacing, he forced himself to remain quiet as his ass was pounded into, slammed into and ravaged. He couldn't help but fear how temperamental Bellatrix was. She went from lashing him furiously with a cavalcade of sex implements to a slow and relatively quiet fuck. He couldn't help but fear the quiet grunts coming from behind him as Bellatrix drove herself into his ass with a slow and rhythmic pace, her eerie silence getting beneath Cedric's skin more than anything else. All he wanted was for her to cum and then leave him alone. That's all he wanted.
Bellatrix was close. She had dreamt of the tight, warm, spasming confines of a good ass for so long. She had always imagined the first ass she would fuck after escaping Azkaban would be Narcissa's, yet the dumb blonde bitch was content to leave Bellatrix to herself. With that thought lingering in her mind, she began to slam into Cedric harder and faster, imagining it was her sister bent over and spreading her ass cheeks for her. Or better yet…. Draco. It didn't take much for Bellatrix to imagine Cedric's slim lightly toned body was that of Narcissa's son, the boy bent over and begging for his aunt to ravage him. She knew just how much that would infuriate Narcissa. For the blonde to know that her darling baby boy was being ravenously butt-fucked by his aunt… Oh, Bellatrix could imagine the fury on the woman's face. Her mind was filled with that fantasy. As she closed her eyes, she envisioned Draco was pushing backwards onto her cock, begging for her to fuck him harder, begging for her to drive into him deeper, all the while Narcisa was bound and gagged on the other side of the room, watching as her sister turned her pride and joy into a giddy, slavering cock-slut. Bellatrix quickly found her stride, carving her cock into Cedric, rocking her hips back and forth at such a pace that balanced her weakened stamina and her lustful desire perfectly. Her eyes remained closed as her hands roamed across Cedric's body, sending shivers through the boy's body as her nails lightly scratched at his lower back. The older woman increased her tempo one last time, ushering in her orgasm and filling the fantasy Draco full of her cum whilst Narcissa screamed and howled in horror at Bellatrix's actions.
Of course, in real life, the strands of pent-up cum in Bellatrix's body were emptied deep into Cedric's ass, the boy stifling a groan as he felt cum plaster and paint his prostate. That was the hardest pleasure to deny; the feeling of warm trickling beads of cum rolling along his prostate. Biting his lip, he breathed a sigh of relief as Bellatrix pulled her cock out of his ass, giving her ass cheeks one final smack with both of her hands, the woman admiring her handiwork as cum trickled out of Cedric's well-fucked, well-used ass. Returning to reality, Bellatrix felt refreshed and invigorated. Despite being drained of energy, she finally felt like she was back to herself. Sending the wooden horse flying across the room, she watched as Cedric crumpled to the floor, helplessly. Waving her wand, she positioned him in the middle of the room on his knees, replacing the rope bindings around his wrists with metal manacles. A chain threaded through them and fastened itself to a metal loop in the middle of the floor, ensuring that Cedric couldn't reach any of the sharper implements on the other end of the room. Not that it would do him much good with metal and chains. Stepping forwards, she threaded a hand through his hair, tugging his head back so that he was looking at him. That same defiant look. It was admirable. She couldn't remember how many times she had seen this same look. Whether it was in her own private dungeon or if it was as a result of the being witness to one of the Dark Lord's interrogations. Their methods may have differed, but one thing remained the same. That defiant look always crumbled. It always broke. It always shattered. Cedric would be no different.
"You've been a good little pet today. I hope you'll get used to your new living space. Trust me when I say, you will not escape. No one will rescue you. The only way that you will in any way enjoy your time here is if you follow the rules and do as I say. Resist all you want. I don't care. I can use you whether you resist or not. The only person who suffers is you. Enjoy the cold concrete. Maybe one day, if you behave, you'll earn yourself a blanket," Bellatrix purred in an uncharacteristically soft tone, playfully smacking Cedric's cheek as she turned and made her way towards the door. Pushing through it, she shut it behind herself, waving her hand and sealing the countless magical locks. Each click gave Cedric less and less hope of escape, until finally the door was locked and the various braziers around the room were extinguished, leaving him plunged in complete and utter darkness, the cold discomfort of rough concrete grinding against his knees. Slumping on his side, he began to plan his escape. For the time being, he'd have to play along and then hopefully… hopefully she'd let her guard down.
Stepping back into her own quarters, Bellatrix freshened up before discarding her soiled clothing. Having gone through so many wardrobe changes so far, Bellatrix ignored getting dressed once more and simply went to have dinner with Narcissa and Lucius as she was, not caring as she walked past various servants who kept their eyes averted. She was glad to be back. She was glad to be liberated. She didn't care who looked at her naked body. She wanted men and women to lust after her, to want her, to imagine her all manner of perverse ways. Her sexuality was her more powerful tool and she was going to use it as often as she could. Of course, the primary use for her nudity that evening at dinner was so that she could relish the awkward and nervous look on Lucius' face. He really couldn't handle the sight of naked woman. It made Bellatrix giggle. Narcissa maintained her composure, not letting it slip that she also, silently relished the look of awkward discomfort on her husband's face. She may have been married to him, but her role as wife was for show. Put it this way; Bellatrix was the first naked woman that Lucius had seen since Bellatrix had been sent away to Azkaban.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed that chapter. As mentioned before, this chapter has seen some of the more major changes in the edit and as such is dramatically different. However, it's not massively different from my original intention with Bellatrix's story. I did originally intend for Cedric to be captured instead of killed and become Bellatrix's personal plaything, however, she would have received him much later on in the story. However, I decided to bring that forwards and make the final domination scene a lot more meaningful with a proper named character.
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