August (Part II)
Bellatrix sat against the wall that Potter had chained her to, her eyes closed despite the utter darkness of the room. She was trying to imagine a different place and time, when she was torturing muggle lovers with her pretty redheaded fuckdoll, before fucking each other silly for hours. Inducing pain turned her on badly, and usually reminiscing about her past exploits gave her the urge to pleasure herself, but the memories did nothing to cheer her now. Her mouth was sore and aching, her body stiff, and she had no relief in the damp chill of the cellar – the only piece of clothing she still had left were her fishnet stockings, which he let her keep simply for its sex appeal. It almost felt like she was back in Azkaban.
All she could think about was the way Potter, the insolent brat, had raped her repeatedly the previous day. She couldn't stop running it through her head again and again – when he had pushed her chest against the wall, latched to her back, and hammered his cock into her pussy from behind, not caring that her stomach was striking the wall repeatedly, or when he mounted her from behind, still standing, and forced her to lean her palms down on the floor for support, with her overstretched legs quivering madly. Sex was just not made to be done that way. He made her sit on her folded legs atop a table and stick her ass out so he could rape her dry butthole – without lube – and then threw her to the cold floor, laid her on her back, got on top of her with his groin on her face, and fucked her toothless mouth until her throat was bleeding, and she was reeling the taste of her own excrement on his dick.
The bastard didn't just keep to rape as a way of degrading her. He had urinated on her beautiful face whenever he needed to relieve himself, made her guzzle canned soup from a dog bowl, rubbed his cum in her long thick hair, forced her to sleep in a puddle of mud, and blared horrible muggle music at full volume through broken speakers at irregular intervals, so she couldn't even sleep well.
It was completely humiliating. For decades, she had built the image of the powerful, imperious dark witch, just to make sure that no one dared show her any disrespect. She had relished in the power she lorded over her underlings and the fear she inspired, had crushed numerous backs under her heel - but then Potter came, and in one afternoon, destroyed every last bit of that image, tore it apart, threw the pieces in the trash, and set fire to the bin. She was now nothing but a human toy, merely a hole to be used to discharge body fluids inside, a walking toilet. She didn't want to let him break her, but there was nothing she could do except face the truth – she had lost, and in the worst way possible. There was no denying the fact.
When had she given up? When had she broke down? Perhaps it was at the stage that he mentioned his wish to impregnate her and force her to carry his child. Nothing horrified her more than the idea of a little baby Potter growing inside of her belly like a parasite. It was such a disgusting prospect that she even blurted about the object that her lord gave her for safekeeping in her Gringotts vault, just so Potter would spare her from such a fate.
For the first time since the birth of her daughter, Bella cried.
A loud boom coming from upstairs shook Bella out of her musings, and she opened her eyes. More thunderous noises and shouts echoed from above; the floor began shaking, and dust trickled down from the ceiling. She felt it settling on her long lashes and in her dirty hair, but was too curious as to what was going on to care much.
Suddenly, the door burst open and light flooded in. Bella turned her head sharply to take in the shadowed figure at the entrance, and her heart swelled when she realized it wasn't Potter. In fact, the figure looked awfully familiar, and when it took another step into the room, Bella could finally make out her features.
"'inny!" she shouted, cringing at her slurred speech. Perhaps most of all she hated how Potter made her speak like a retard with what he had done to her mouth. She vowed to do the same to him once she got out.
"Bella!" Ginny called and rushed down the stairs, her wand alight. "Bella, are you okay?"
"Helb me!" Bella said, raising her shackles and shaking them.
Ginny took a step back and flicked her wand. The shackles turned to dust, and a second later Bella jumped towards her lover. Her numb legs failed her and she almost fell to the floor, but she managed to grab hold of Ginny's legs.
"Oh, 'inny," she wrapped her arms strongly around Ginny's legs and buried her face in her knees. "'ank you, 'ank you!"
Ginny didn't react the way Bella expected. She took a step back, letting Bella falter to the floor. "Bella…? What did they do to you?"
Bella wilted under Ginny's intense stare. There was fear in her eyes, which was expected, but also a measure of… disgust? Aversion? Whatever it was, it made Bella want to cry. Her lover looked at her like she was some kind of freak. But then again, she was toothless, dirty, and stinking of piss, shit and cum. Of course her lover would have a bad reaction!
"He dook my deef," Bella mumbled with her head down. What did it matter? She just wanted to go home.
"Did he… defile you?" Ginny asked, eyeing Bella's naked form and cum-stained skin.
Bella kept her head down in shame, but nodded. "Yesh."
Ginny took another step back, and Bella raised her head to watch her with teary eyes. "'inny, wha'sh wrong?"
The redhead was biting her lip and looking down at Bella with hesitation. "Oh… it's nothing… don't think about it…" she said, then stepped forward and wrapped a hand around Bella's waist, patting her dusty hair with the other. "Everything's alright, we overwhelmed the Order… they escaped after we killed a few… Dumbledore's busy today…"
"'inny, 'ake me away, pleazhe!" Bella cried.
"Sure, but… we have time. Don't you want to have some fun first?"
"…'inny?"
"I mean, you do look kind of sexy like that, all dirty and covered in mud and stained with cum. Come on, let's have a go, for old times' sake, just once…"
Bella froze. Did she hear that right? She looked at Ginny's face questioningly.
"You know what, forget it," Ginny huffed. "I tried giving you a treat, but I guess you're not worth it anymore, after you were defiled by that half-blood. You're just spoiled goods," the redhead sneered.
A flame erupted inside Bella's stomach. For a moment she was angry because of what Ginny said, but then she realized this was not Ginny, and the flame grew even hotter. How dare they?!
She lunged at the imposter with the only weapon she still possessed, her sharp fingernails, and stuck them directly into the soft flesh of Ginny's chest. The imposter was surprised and stumbled back, falling to the floor. Bella caught hold of the plump chest and pushed the imposter against the floor.
"Who are you?!" she shouted. "Wha' did you do—OW!"
Bella was flung back and yelped as a heavy boot kicked her in the belly. She tried bouncing back up, but her body was still sluggish and the imposter got up first. He kicked her in the side of her stomach, knocking the wind out of her, and causing Bella to fold in two, before he aimed another powerful kick at her knee. Bella felt blazing pain coursing through her, and barely registered when chains sprouted from the floor and shackled her hands again.
She lay on her back and breathed hard, her eyes fixing on the imposter, who took a little vial out of its robes and downed it in one go. A second later its face began distorting and shifting, until it settled on the cruelly smiling face of Harry Potter.
"You!" Bella shouted.
The bastard laughed heartily. "Oh, Bella, you should have seen your face! You looked like a kicked little puppy when Ginny stepped away from you. I should have brought a camera!"
Bellatrix didn't think she could feel worse than she did already, but he proved her wrong once again. It was all fake. The brat had tricked her, gave her hope only so he could squash it down again.
Potter looked down at his chest. "But it seems my first declawing wasn't enough. There's more work to be done. Accio fingernails!"
"AAARRGGHH!" Bella cried in shock as the sharp, searing pain in her fingers indicated that his charm had worked. She barely noticed that the sudden pain made her wet herself. The exposed flesh at the edges of her fingers burned in the cold air, and she whimpered repeatedly.
Potter laughed drily. "You better get used to it, Bella, you haughty whore. After all you've done, the people you tortured, the people you murdered, I'm not gonna go easy on you. You're my prisoner – my toy - for life, and every time you try to harm me or escape, more will be taken from you."
She looked up at him with hatred and tears in her eyes. "My mashter will—"
"Your master?" Potter quirked an eyebrow. "I am your master now, Bella. I can do with you as I please. Let that sink in."
Bella growled but remained silent otherwise. She didn't have the strength to resist right now. Everything she did just led to more humiliation.
Potter sniffed and wrinkled his nose. "Why does it smell like piss in here? You've relieved yourself on my floor? How obscene."
"You pished on me," she said sullenly.
"No, no, I can tell the difference between stale and fresh urine. Not to mention my urine and yours. My animagus form gives me quite the sense of smell."
He was an animagus? That was new. Bella tried to imagine his form, but her stream of thought was cut short.
"I suppose I should take my bitch out for a walk, so she can do her business somewhere more ventilated than the basement of my home," Potter mused. A little well of hope sprung inside Bella. She might have a chance to escape! "But we'll need to be careful. I can see what you're thinking. We'll need to keep you on a tight leash… wait! That's it, every bitch needs a leash!"
Bella shut her eyes in despair. Great, now he was going to put a collar on her like an actual dog. Could this get any more degrading?
Turns out that it did.
"Levicorpus," Potter said, and Bella was flung upside down in the air.
She opened her eyes to look upwards at Potter. He bent down and reached for the side of her head. She prepared herself for more pain, but he had simply grabbed her earring, drew one end of it out of the ball that connected the two, and carefully slid it out of her ear. She allowed herself to sigh in relief.
"After all, what is a slave without a ring to mark him?" Potter smiled jovially, and reached a hand for her pussy. "Now, Bella, stay absolutely still, or this might just get a whole lot more painful."
Oh no, oh fuck no. Bellatrix tried her hardest to keep herself from shaking, but it was impossible. She felt Potter grabbing her thigh with his left hand to steady her, and touching the tip of his wand to her clit.
"No, no, pleazhe…"
"Please? Is that what the Longbottoms said when you tortured them to insanity, bitch?" Potter said. "You're gonna get as good as you gave. It's just going to last much longer. Perfodio."
Bella sucked air through her lips as the sharp stabbing pain pierced her clit and sent a wave of freezing fire through her body. She shut her eyes firmly, but the pain didn't stop there. "AHHHWFFF!"
Something biting and cold wrenched itself through the tiny hole that Potter pierced in her clit. She opened her eyes once more and looked up to see him sliding her earring through the hole in her clit, before attaching both ends with the little ball.
"Accio chain," Potter said. Bella heard the sound of rustling metal before it flew into his hand. He brought the end of the chain to her clit ring, and then attached the two with a spell. He gave the chain a little wrench, and Bella felt a jolt of pain almost tearing her pussy.
"Wha' da fuck?!" she blurted.
"Just a little precaution, my toy. Now, if you don't go where I tell you to, or if you try to escape, your little cunt gets torn apart," he said. Bella groaned. "Of course, we'll need to take other measures to make sure we aren't disturbed…"
Potter tapped his wand on her feet, and she felt the cold sensation of a Disillusionment charm creeping down her body. He did the same to the chain, and to himself, before saying "Liberacorpus."
She fell down from the air with a larch. Thankfully, the chain was loose enough not to rip apart her clit, but her legs still hurt like hell.
"On your knees, bitch. Crawl up the stairs, I'll be right behind you."
It hurt so much, it was dehumanizing, but Bella decided to just shut herself to the pain and the humiliation, do whatever he wanted, and ignore her feelings, just pretend she was somewhere else…
She baby walked up the stairs to the murky light of Grimmauld Place. The curtains were mostly drawn over the windows, but they still shed enough light that she could finally see clearly, for the first time in days. The place didn't change much since the last time she had seen it. There was definitely no evidence of any fighting as the earlier noises suggested.
"To the front door," Potter commanded, tugging the chain slightly just to annoy her. Her nerves felt like they were going to burst if he kept at that.
Step by step, groan by groan, she climbed down to the entrance. The door opened wide before her.
"Lovely day, isn't it?" Potter said. She didn't dignify that with a response. With shock, she felt his boot striking her ass. "Get a move on."
She felt so tired, so weak and fragile, but she still went through the motions to crawl on her knees past the doorway into the bright, warm streets. Somehow her dazed state of mind managed to numb the pain a smidgen. She could barely think beyond the haze in her head, just followed his directions. Harsh sunlight greeted her, and she shut her eyes to a slit and kept them down to the pavement to avoid the searing in her retina.
Her knees got chaffed on the rough pavement, and her back was sore, but she paid it no mind. She could still have a chance for escape, if something went wrong with Potter's plan. Meanwhile the bastard was whistling as if he hadn't a care in the world.
"You know, Bella, you're not as fun without the resistance. What happened to all that 'you'll never break me' shite?" Potter asked. When she kept her silence, he added "I guess I'll just have to have my fun with you in other ways, won't I?"
She didn't want to as much as imagine what he meant.
Right, left, right, left, Potter led her slowly through the hordes of muggles. There were so many of them, yelling, honking their metal boxes, hammering on concrete and producing an unholy cacophony that gave her a terrible headache. Merlin, how she hated those stupid muggles and their petty, meaningless existence. Just a few days ago she was having so much fun teaching Ginny hexes and testing them on a group of lost hikers in a forest, playing the good old "evil witch" game, and now she was invisible and leashed, being walked like a dog among them...
"Head for that bench on the grass."
Bella opened her eyes a crack. In her mindless following of directions she didn't even notice that Potter led her to a quiet park where the lawns were covered by bushes and trees. At last, some quiet... maybe she could just take a nap on the grass...
She felt a sudden, excruciating pull on her clit and let out something between a scream and a whimper. The prick had yanked her chain again.
"It's not nap time yet, ickle Bella. You'll have enough time to sleep when I go to school and pump you full of the Draught of Living Death," Potter said, and went on to whisper a Muggle-Repelling charm. She looked back and was surprised to see that his Disillusionment charm was no longer in effect. He began heading towards the wooden bench and she followed quickly lest she suffer the excruciating pain of a torn labia.
The boy leaned back leisurely on the bench, while she remained on all fours in the grass, huffing and puffing from the excursion. "Well, here we are. You may now relieve yourself properly. Take your time."
Bella sucked her lips. "No."
Potter tsk'ed. "If you pee on my floor again, I'm gonna make you clean it out with your tongue."
She had to hand it to him, the boy knew how to control his hostages. She still groaned at the humiliation of having to relieve herself on the grass in the open, but was too tired to even care about it anymore. Allowing her head to slump down, she let her bladder loose. When she was finally done, the remaining beads of urine clinging to her pubic hair made her agitated. She wished she could clean herself, but knew that Potter would never allow that, and would take great joy in withholding that tiny bit of respect from her.
Therefore, she was quite surprised to hear him mumbling "Scourgify."
The dry mud, the piss, the shit, tears and cum covering her body all vanished. It wasn't quite a shower, but it was still a great relief. But why had he done that for her?
"If you're done, let's get to the main event. I wanted to do this for quite some time, but didn't think any of my partners would have been into that kind of thing," Potter said. "Thankfully, now I have a proper bitch. This is going to be interesting."
She opened her eyes and raised her head to see what he was doing, but was met with a shocking sight instead: her chain was tied to the bench, and where Potter sat a minute ago, now stood a fierce looking grey wolf with tufts of black hair, startling green eyes, and the trace of a black lightning bolt on his forehead.
The wolf was smiling.
What in the name of Morgana was he up to now?
Her unvoiced question was answered a moment later when the wolf circled until he stood behind her, and then, with one movement of his front paws, pushed her down on all fours.
No, no, nonononono…
Bella felt something fuzzy, wet and warm touching her pussy. She twisted her head back to see the wolf sticking his muzzle in it! What the fuck is wrong with that boy?!
And then, before she managed to digest the disgust of a horrid beast rubbing against her privates, the dirty animal mounted her, his front paws grabbing her shoulders haphazardly and scratching her skin. The bright day suddenly seemed a lot darker.
She figured out that the time for her escape attempt had come. It was now or never; how could she ever go back to living normally, knowing that she was debased by a filthy beast, forever carrying the sensation of his taint inside her? Drawing all her admittedly low reserves, she pushed the wolf back with her ass and jumped to her feet.
"ARGH!"
Fuck. She already forgot about that stupid pussy leash. Her clit felt like it got stung by a nest-full of angry hornets. She whimpered, feeling the wolf pouncing harder on her ass and pulling her down to the grass, his claws scratching her back painfully and his fangs locking into the nape of her neck.
After that, Bellatrix lost all resistance. She was completely powerless and hopeless. She whimpered and wept more loudly and wildly than she did since she was three years old. Her mind dully noted wolf-Potter rubbing his furry cock against her opening and pushing into her, and she tried to shut herself to all pain. That's when Bella finally realized something that she never considered before: there were much worse things than pain.
No, now that she was rejecting the pain, all that was left was pleasure, and that opened entire chasms of horror in her mind. She felt a warm tingle rushing from her pussy, to her legs and shoulders and face, the kind of sexual pleasure she didn't recall feeling ever since she was a teenager and placed Molly Prewett under the Imperius to go down on her. It felt so good, yet so, so wrong. Her entire body had gone soft and hot and excited, keen to accept the bestial intrusion as Potter's dirty cock ravaged her insides again and again.
That was it. She could take pain, could take humiliation and verbal abuse and even rape, but this – experiencing sexual ecstasy from being ravaged like a bitch by a vile animal, betrayed by her own body - was just too much. She had never felt anything so degrading. Nothing came even close. She just wanted to lay down and die from the shame at this point. Bella closed her eyes, rest her head on the grass, and involuntarily gasped in bliss as the beast shot his hot cum inside her pussy.
She idly wondered if this kind of depravity was how werewolves came into being.
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