November

A day after her failed kidnapping of Harry Potter, Daphne Greengrass woke up inside a dark basement. Her naked body was chained against the cold wall and she was shivering badly.

An unconscious, dark haired woman was hanging low in chains that fell from the ceiling at the corner of the room, beside a plush armchair, and on the opposite wall, she saw something that made her normally cold blood boil in anger. It was the pale, prematurely aged body of Ginny Weasley, similarly chained to the wall with her legs and arms spread open in an X shape.

If Daphne had her wand – hell, if she had free use of her long-nailed arms – she would have killed the Weasley bitch on the spot. The insane, unstable ginger whore had ruined everything with her hot Weasley temper that made her unable to stick to the plan. She just had to gloat at a disarmed Potter, who, predictably, made a miraculous last moment escape by the skin of his teeth. He had gotten the redheaded bitch so riled up that she ended up using the fucking Cruciatus on Daphne when she tried to intervene.

Daphne didn't want Weasley as part of the operation for precisely that reason. She, herself, always managed to stay calm and collected even in the tersest of situations, but she didn't trust many people to hold the same constitution. If only the Dark Lord let her have full control of the operation, she could have easily managed it – hell, with how easily she had Potter wrapped around her little finger, she could have probably walked him right into Malfoy Manor without using a single spell – but nooooo, the Weasley bitch had a higher rank than her simple because of how insanely, mindlessly devoted she was to the Dark Lord, and he had commanded Daphne to follow the hot-headed cunt.

Now her position as a Death Eater was revealed, and she was held hostage by Potter, who, by the look of things, liked to have fun with his prisoners just as much as Dolohov did. All her plans went awry because she put her trust in someone who might not have had the best judgment – something she should have realized earlier, in retrospect.

She was never exactly enthusiastic about serving the Dark Lord. In fact, Daphne Greengrass didn't want to serve anyone. She saw herself above all else; smarter, prettier, stronger, more graceful and overall worthier than the human waste that filled every position in wizarding Britain. Her natural place was at the top of the pyramid, being served and adored and obeyed without doubt. At least, that's how she saw things. Sadly, reality didn't align with her expectations; her family, while very old and respected among purebloods, didn't have the gold and political connections of the Malfoys, and it would've taken her years, perhaps decades, of playing pretend with moronic Ministry drones and forging connections with repulsive old influential men, until she could ascend to her position above all of them.

The Dark Lord was simply a shortcut to all of that. He might have seen himself as the superior entity, and demanded absolute loyalty, but at least he rewarded competence and power and understood how the natural order should look like; with pure, proud and mighty wizards at the top, rather than corrupt, sniveling mongrels like Fudge and Umbridge. She saw the direction the wind was blowing; the Ministry was weak and Dumbledore's order was ineffective. In a few years, the Dark Lord would take over, and assign his most competent followers to do the ruling in open for him. With his organization's wealth, power and influence, she could have everything she ever wanted, and not even have to pretend to be nice.

Now it was all over, and she was shaking hopelessly in a cold dark dungeon, weaker and more helpless than she ever imagined being. She had the feeling that her every movement was watched by someone outside the room, just like the hostage cells at the Death Eater headquarters were monitored. Her beautiful, smooth, naked body was put on display like a piece of meat hanging from a hook at a butcher's shop.

In front of her, at the other end of the room, Weasley's eyes fluttered open in confusion. The little slut took in her surroundings, until her eyes shifted aside and took note of the naked, unconscious black-haired woman. Ginny's chest began heaving rapidly as her breath grew heavy.

"I'm going to kill you, Weasley," Daphne said coldly, staring ahead with her trademark icy glare as Ginny's eyes moved to her. "I'm going to claw at your eyes and rip your entrails out piece by piece."

Weasley's face turned furious, as it always did. The girl was completely unstable. "Fuck off, Greengrass, you stupid little princess. It's all your fault we're here!"

"My fault?" Daphne sputtered at the redhead's audacity.

"Yeah! If you didn't distract me with your stupid questions, he would have never had the chance to hit me!"

Daphne laughed bitterly. "Oh, that's rich. The unstable cunt who longs to suck the Dark Lord's limp cock calls me stupid!"

"I knew you weren't loyal—"

"Loyalty is for Hufflepuffs, Weasley. Perhaps you should've went there."

Weasley's face turned even redder than it already was. "You have no idea what the Dark Lord means, you have no idea how much he gave me, a rich bitch doesn't get to judge me after what I've been through—"

"What you've been through?" Daphne cackled. "'Oh, poor me, my dumb family has no money, I'm soooo pitiful, I was possessed by a diary, boo-hoo—'"

"Shut up shut up SHUT UP!"

"Only after I make you kill yourself, you—"

"Ladies, please," Potter appeared out of thin air in the middle of the room, and they both froze. "As much as I'd love to see you two nude wrestle each other to the death, only I get to decide your fate."

Daphne sniffed. "Potter."

"Daphne," he gave her a smug smile. "Are you sure you want to sneer like that at someone who has full power over you?"

"Does it matter?" she quirked a perfect eyebrow. "Not like it would change anything."

"True," he shrugged, and drew closer to her.

His head was on level with her smooth pussy, and she realized what he was about to do a moment before he reached her and stuck his nose in her thigh gap, sniffing deeply. His messy hair tickled her mound, and his nose rubbed against her clit, making her shudder.

"God, Daphne, you smell unbelievable," he said as he drew his face away from her crotch, his expression euphoric. "I'm going to have so much fun with you."

Daphne bit her lip, about to retort, but Weasley opened her trap first. "You were always an animal, Harry, but rape? That's a special kind of evil. How does it feel to be worse than most Death Eaters?"

Harry span around and walked to the center of the room. "You know what, Gin, now that you mention it… it feels absolutely fantastic."

Daphne almost laughed at Weasley's perturbed expression, but the awareness of her impending punishment was a bit too heavy to ignore.

"It's funny, you know," Potter paced around in circles, passing his gaze over the three naked women. "It would have never happened if not for your precious Bella here."

"Even she wouldn't have gone as low as rape," Weasley spat out.

"Oh, no, whatever. But she murdered Susan, who was the perfect summertime fuck-buddy, even when all other girls kept their distance from me because you and your friends killed everyone close to me," Potter's voice suddenly filled with anger. "After that, I thought it would be poetic justice to turn that evil bitch into my personal cocksock. And I did!"

With ringing laughter, Potter flicked his wand at Bellatrix, and her mouth opened widely. Even in the dim light, Daphne could see that every tooth had been pulled out of the woman's mouth, likely to provide a wet, warm hole for Potter's dick without risking being bit. At first Daphne didn't care, she had no empathy to spare to anyone, but then she recalled that she was likely to undergo a similar experience, and an involuntary shudder crept through her body. She had to think fast. She turned her eyes to look at Weasley, who was wrestling against her chains with a raging expression.

"You'll pay for this!" the redhead spat. "I swear—"

"Oh, don't rub yourself all raw. Those chains are goblin made, the best the Black fortune could find. That family had a lot of enemies over the centuries," he laughed carelessly. That still didn't stop the crazy bitch from wrestling with her bindings. "Not that I care what you do to your body, really. You've already ruined it, so I don't think I'll make much use of it, between my trusty Bellatoy, and the absolute deliciousness that is Daphne," he turned around and smirked at her.

Daphne was - quite literally - in a bind. She knew her options: one was to swallow her pride and tell Potter that she'll do whatever he would like in exchange for her freedom, while the other was to hold on to her pride and suffer the same brutal ordeal as the Bellatoy. For any other person, it was an easy choice, but Daphne's pride was her essence. It was the fire behind everything she did; whether it was taking care of her looks, studying hard, making an appearance at boring social events, or joining the ranks of the Dark Lord, it was all due to her strong pride that compelled her to be the best. Willfully submitting, even if less painful, would shatter her very core.

Potter was watching her with a gleam in his eyes while Ginny was sniveling furiously in the back. Daphne just wished that the stupid girl would stop thrashing, which was distracting her.

"Potter," she said evenly, her voice sweet and alluring. "If it's sex that you want, I'll give it to you willingly—"

"I always knew you were a whore, Greengrass," Ginny hissed. Thankfully, Harry sent a stunner that hit her in the face, and Daphne could feel her mind clearing a bit at the quiet and intimacy.

"Go on," Potter said, locking his gaze with her icy-blue eyes.

"I'll... I'll do whatever you want, if you let me go," Daphne said, her voice faltering.

"But I can already have you do anything I want, my dear Daphne," Harry said quietly, almost whispering her name.

"Trust me, you would enjoy it so much more if I'll do it willingly," Daphne assured him with a dazzling, confident smile that no one else could have managed in such a situation.

Potter returned her smile. "How can you be so sure? Maybe I enjoy taking you by force better? Maybe having you under my complete control is more alluring than just sex?"

Daphne hesitated. He presented a good argument. She herself understood the pleasure of having complete control and power over people. Half the boys in Slytherin were her puppets and served her every whim if she merely smiled in their direction.

While Daphne realized this, Harry came closer to her and drew the chains to lower her body until her bare feet touched the cold floor. She was now on level with him, and he clutched her waist with his hands. She looked at him open-mouthed as he began to move his lips gently over different parts of her body – her pronounced clavicle, between her perky tits, around her long navel, across her flat stomach and down to her hairless mound, before he suddenly reached back up and buried his head in the side of her neck, kissing it incessantly.

He was worshipping her body like the absolute goddess that she was, and a part of her definitely liked that fact, even if she lacked control of the situation. His messy hair tickled her shoulder and made her shiver uncontrollably. Her eyes closed shut. Her cold body was growing warmer from his touch, and she felt a tug between her legs like her pussy muscles were preparing themselves for sex. But she couldn't let him do that... not yet.

"Po... Potter... Harry!" she yelped as he swept his hand through her golden tresses and caressed the back of her neck.

"Mhm?" he continued kissing the creamy skin of her chest without a pause. The tingling pleasure that it gave her made her annoyed. She shook herself until he was forced to look up at her face.

"We haven't concluded our negotiations yet," she said as evenly as she could. "You could have me all you want after—"

"No, I can have you all I want now, Daphne," he smiled brightly. "I'm not going to set you free after you tried to hand me to Voldemort. Particularly not considering how delicious you are. You're mine now."

While he set to suck on her nipples, she decided on a different approach.

"Harry... please..." she said, allowing her voice to tremble a little, and he looked up again. "You're not going to do to me what you did to Bellatrix, are you?"

"Of course not," he shook his head with a dazed smile. "You're much too wonderful to ruin. She deserved a special treatment. I'll just have to use the Marionette curse whenever I want to taste your sweet mouth."

As much as she reluctantly enjoyed being worshipped and bathed by Potter's tongue, Daphne always had distaste for fellatio, and would never ever allow a dirty penis to violate her delicate lips.

"Then... why don't you also spare me from imprisonment in a dark basement?"

She almost rolled her eyes at her dumb question. He straightened up and looked at her with amusement. "And why would I do that, my alluring serpent?"

"Because... because I can help you. I'm more than just a beautiful body and a gorgeous face, you know – I'm also quite adept at potions, runes and Arithmancy, subject that I know aren't exactly your forte—"

"And you're a cunning manipulator," he gave her an ironic smile.

"—and, I can also spy for you – I'm a marked Death Eater, but I'm not truly devoted to the Dark Lord—"

"No," he shook his head softly. "I don't want you anywhere near that ugly bastard. You stay with me. Forever."

Her head reeled at spending a lifetime inside a dark, musty basement. "Okay, I... I'll stay with you... I'll be your girl... but... but I want some freedom, I don't want to be locked in here..."

Potter's expression was full of amused doubt. "And you won't try to escape?"

Daphne bit her lip. She wanted nothing more than to escape, but that was out of her reach. "I promise that I won't. I... I'll take the Vow."

Potter raised his eyebrows in doubt. "Really?"

"Really," Daphne nodded, trying to conjure her sweet smile again, and drew closer to him as much as the chains allowed. "Harry... I just want to have an existence that isn't a sex doll. If it means being tied to you, doing your bidding... then so be it."

Of course, there was a high chance that Potter would die very soon, considering the Dark Lord's obsession with him, and then she would be free of the Vow. If he didn't, he could still be a figure of certain power and prestige, and she could reap a large part of that power. All she had to do was to satisfy Potter sexually, which shouldn't be hard to do. She will have Ginny and the Bellatoy to perform the less... dignified tasks for him.

It wasn't the future she envisioned, but she took a risk when she foolishly put her lot with the Dark Lord, and now she could only do damage control. Anything was better than a Bellatoy.

"That's..." Potter said, a bright spark in his eyes and a playful smile on his lips. "An offer I can't resist."

Daphne breathed in relief. "Great. Can you unlock those chains now?"

"Not yet," Potter said, caressing her cheek with a finger. "For now, just lay back and enjoy the show."

Daphne watched as Potter revived Weasley, grabbed a vial from a cabinet, and shoved its contents down Bellatrix's throat. After a few seconds, the hanging woman began to stir awake. Potter stood between her and Weasley, blocking the line of sight between the two.

"Wakey wakey, Bella," he said, kicking her in the shin with the edge of his boot. Daphne saw Weasley cringing. "Had a good beauty sleep?"

The woman groaned. "Wha' day i'id?"

Daphne had to choke down her laughter.

"I'm sorry, would you mind speaking more clearly?" Potter asked in a patient tone.

"Uuugh. Whad. Day. I'id," Bella mumbled, face down.

"What day is it?" Harry asked slowly. When the woman didn't respond, he grabbed her long straggly hair and yanked her head up. "Is that what you were slurring?"

Bella nodded weakly. She looked so defeated, so different from the scary, powerful, dominant witch Daphne had heard fearful whisperings of, and she wondered what Harry had done to her. It couldn't have been just the loss of her teeth.

"Well, the passage of time hardly matters to a fucktoy, but it has been about a week since I've last made use of your filthy maw." Potter said. "As you've noticed, I've grown quite bored of you already. It's not as fun when you don't resist. So, I went and gotten myself some new toys. One of them will be very joyed to see your whore face, I'm sure."

Potter stepped aside, and Bella's heavily-lidded eyes opened wide when she saw the naked redhead hanging on the wall. "'inny?"

"B-Bella…" Weasley stammered, her eyes glistening.

"'inny, izh dat really you?"

"Y-Yeah…" Weasley hung her head down, and a frown appeared on Bella's face.

"Prove id," the woman said flatly. Weasley raised her head in surprise, a question on her lips.

"She needs confirmation that it's really you, and not just a melting snowman with carrot shavings for hair," Potter explained with a smirk. "Tell her something only you know."

Anger flashed in Weasley's eyes as she sent Potter a scathing look, but then she turned her head to her lover and her eyes fell again. "Umm… I… like to… sit in your lap…" she mumbled at Bella.

Whatever reaction the redhead was expecting was not what she got. Bella's face deflated with despair. "Wha' happened?"

"I… I got caught…" Weasley said, casting her eyes down in shame.

"Hoisted by your own knife, Bella," Potter said, turning around for a moment to grin at Daphne. "If you two lovebirds are done with your reunion, it's time we got down to business."

"Potter!" Weasley shouted in fury. "You won't get away with this! The Dark Mark signals our location! You will be found, and then—"

"Well then, why hasn't the Bellatoy been snatched already?" Potter asked with an amused smile. "You don't suggest that Tommy doesn't care about her, do you?"

In response to Weasley's fuming silence, Potter continued. "No, Tommy boy isn't going to burst through the door in shiny armour and rescue his maiden. This place is double Fideliused, and the wards hold more curses than a Pharaoh's tomb. Not even Dumbledore can get in here. And no one can get out without my approval."

Daphne watched Weasley deflate with vindictive satisfaction.

"So, you like to sit in Bella's lap, huh?" Potter asked. "I'm not even going to comment on the kind of fucked up mommy issues your addled mind is likely infested with."

"Fuck you, Potter," the redhead snarled.

"Oh, you're about to!" said wizard laughed.

"I will never!"

"We'll see about that," Potter said with a twisted smirk. "Now, 'inny, do you remember how you killed Katie?"

The redhead sneered. "I impaled the bitch through the stomach with a steel fence post."

"Indeed," Potter said bitterly. "Simply because she was dating me."

He flicked his wand and Bella's chains turned to dust. Daphne expected her to fall down, but she kept levitating motionlessly. Daphne heard a shing from the corner of the room, and suddenly a sharpened metal rod flew out towards the woman. Her eyes bulged, but it stopped abruptly just an inch away from her navel. With another wave of Potter's wand, the rod stood upright, and lowered itself down between her legs, its sharp tip only a few inches from her pussy lips.

"To tell you the truth, Gin-Gin, I don't much fancy fucking you at this point. You look like you had a bad date with an aging potion," he said with a mocking smile. "You do deserve a good spearing, though, wouldn't you agree? But it would be more poetic if your lover got it instead. Would you like her to feel as Katie did in her last moments?"

The redhead was staring at Bella and the sharp rod beneath her with horror. "N-No…"

"No?" Potter raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's too bad, because my Levitation Charm is the only thing stopping dear Bella from falling and getting speared by forty-five inches of sharp steel."

"Let her go!" Weasley shouted.

"Seriously?" Potter asked with an amused smile. "You might want to rethink those words," he said, before flicking his wand.

It happened so fast that Daphne could barely register it. The moment he performed the motion, Bella suddenly dropped down. The woman let out an ear-piercing scream, at the same time that Weasley shouted "No!", and Potter had flicked his wand again. Bella's fall was halted, but the rod had stabbed the edge of her clit, where a shiny ring was dangling.

"You basdard!"

"I will kill you!"

Potter vicious smile grew wider. "Even if you could kill me, your precious Bella would be impaled to death the moment I lose control of the charm, so I suggest you pray for my safety," he said, before brushing his wand through the air like a painter.

Weasley's shackles vanished and she fell to the floor in a pale heap of limbs. Potter took a seat in the plush armchair and reclined.

"Now, Ginny, get your floppy ass over here and give my cock a spit bath, you fucking whore. You better make sure not to use any teeth, else I might get distracted again and let my Levitation charm go."

Weasley glared daggers at Potter from her position on the floor. Her face was flushed and sweaty despite the chill, with streaks of dry tears trailing over her red cheeks. After taking another look at her lover, she rose up and began limping forward, but Potter sent her flying back into the wall.

"Did I give you permission to walk on two, bitch?" he sneered. "Bitches don't walk on two, they walk on four. So get on your knees and crawl over here like the servile little whore you are."

Daphne felt immense satisfaction watching Weasley humiliated like that. Her regard for Potter was growing by the second. This was what she always craved – this power, this authority, this control. She couldn't wait to join in.

The redhead reached Potter on her knees with her head down, finally sending him a hateful glare. In response, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face into his crotch.

"This cock isn't going to suck itself, bitch. Get a move on."

Her hands shaking, Weasley undid the buttons on Potter's robe, revealing his emaciated, pale body. A hint of body hair was blooming at the middle of his boney chest, and his pubic hair was wild as the hair on his head. He discarded the robe and threw it behind him while the redhead prodded his flaccid cock with her lips, apparently never having given a blowjob before.

"Man, you really suck at sucking dick, don't you?"

Weasley still had just enough fire in her for another glare. "I might have done a better job it wasn't you in that chair," she growled.

"Come on, Gin, don't be like that. You fantasized about sucking my dick since you were, what, six years old? I'm practically fulfilling your dream here, and you ungrateful bitch don't even make an effort."

Suddenly, Potter reached for his cock, grabbed it, and began slapping it across her cheeks. Daphne heard Bellatrix begin to sob quietly in the background. Once his cock was hardening, Potter let go of it, and pushed Weasley's head into his crotch again.

"Focus on that old dream, Gin. Remember the time when you weren't such a disappointment to your family and friends, when you weren't a pathetic mindless slave to a dickless monster. Maybe there's some bit of good left in you, deep down."

Was it Daphne's imagination, or did Weasley's eyes actually assumed a faraway look? She started slurping on his cock quietly, all hints of her earlier anger and hatred gone. It seemed she settled into some kind of trance, bobbing her head up and down rhythmically, and Harry began to hum in pleasure while he held her wild red hair up in his hands.

"Oh yeah, that's a good Dick Eater…"

Daphne let out a chuckle, and Potter looked at her with a satisfied grin.

"Enjoying the show, Daph?"

"Quite," she said casually. "I don't suppose you'll allow me to join in on the fun?"

"Mmm. Don't worry, babe. You'll get a shot."

Potter pulled Weasley's hair up, wrenching her mouth away from a particularly deep swallow. She breathed heavily.

"Well, that wasn't so bad, I guess," Potter said. "You work your tongue like a good doggy dog, and a good dog deserves a treat. Turn around and sit in my lap."

Daphne saw the hesitation in Weasley's face, and apparently Potter saw it too, because he wrenched her hair harder. She let out a little squeal and hurried to follow his order.

She sat so that Potter's dick was sticking out from between her legs, and he rubbed it against her pussy for a few seconds.

"I seem to recall you're pretty good on a broom. Let's see how you ride mine, shall we?"

With that said, he took hold of her waist and pushed her on top of his cock. Ginny gasped and her legs moved uncontrollably at a strange angle which didn't seem very comfortable. It took her a few seconds to adjust to the position, and Potter completely ignored her discomfort. With his hands still holding her waist, he began pushing her up and down on his cock ever harder, each time eliciting a little moan.

"Now keep going…" he said and let go of her waist, his hands stretching behind his head instead.

Weasley kept the beat that he set, up and down. "Ow, ow, ow…"

"Well, at least your cunt is nice and tight, not droopy like your sad tits," Potter said. He went on to play with her tits and nipples while she impaled herself on his hard, stretched cock.

"I… oh… hate… ugh… you…" she mumbled in between moans.

"Not as much as I hate you," Potter sneered, and thrust his pelvis up sharply, eliciting a short but intense shriek of pain from the girl. "Now turn around and look at my hated face while you jump on my cock."

Before she could obey, he added a sharp, resounding slap on her pale ass cheek that left a red hand imprint on it. Weasley turned around and began riding him, sending pained glances at Bella who hung behind him.

"Would you look at that, Daphne? Have you ever seen a cow riding a man?" Potter asked, a satisfied smirk on his sweaty face.

Daphne suppressed a chuckle, just as she was suppressing the tingle in her groin. "Don't believe I have."

In response, Weasley's bouncing only got more intense, as if she was trying to crush his balls with her ass. Potter, for his part, seemed to enjoy it.

"Oh, yeah… impale yourself on that cock… take note, Daphne…" he mumbled, his eyes barely open. His arms hugged the redhead's waist closer, until he suddenly started pushing her down on his cock again, harder than ever. "Oh, fuck…"

The redhead wasn't bouncing anymore, but letting out gasps of pain from Potter's handling. He was now both pushing her down and thrusting his hips up into her simultaneously in a frenzy of movement. Daphne didn't even realize one could go so fast and hard in sex, but he was proving her wrong with his inhuman hammering of the girl's cervix that brought about lewd smacking noises from inside Ginny's pussy. She couldn't ignore the need that it had awoken between her own two thighs anymore.

"AHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOO! STOOOOP!" Weasley was screaming, tears streaming down her eyes. This only seemed to drive Potter to put even more power into his thrusts, and a fervent light shone in his eyes, as if her screams were turning him on more than anything. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

And then it was over. With one last thrust that had Potter virtually lifting himself and the girl from the chair, he buried his manhood deep into the redhead's wet hole and clung tightly to her body to the point that his balls made contact with her pussy folds. His mouth opened widely and his eyes closed in concentration while he pumped his cock inside the girl, releasing every bit of sperm stored in his testicles into her warm burrow.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh…" he moaned softly, not in pain like Weasley, but in absolute euphoria. Daphne fixed her eyes on his cock and saw it slowly deflating and pulling out of the girl, with long, pale lumps of cum oozing out of the pink folds at the same time. The sight made Daphne's own pussy burn hotly and it was only her shackles that prevented her from reaching a hand down to stroke it.

With a careless push, Potter shoved Weasley away from his lap and down to the hard floor. She fell in a pitiful lump and only gave a whimper or two before slumping down, unmoving. With wide eyes, Daphne watched Potter move a hand through his hair, hold it to the back of his neck, and lean back, breathing slowly while stretching his body. He looked completely spent, but also blissful. She could only imagine how sweet it must have felt to break his enemies and get intense sexual satisfaction as the same time.

His skinny chest rose and fell slowly for a minute, before the movement subsided, and he opened his eyes again, sending Daphne a dazed yet satisfied smile. She took a breath and composed her features not to show any of the emotions that were coursing through her, while he took in her naked form like a cat watching a warm fat mouse held in his claws. His eyes drifted down to her midsection, and lingered on the part between her legs. A part that was red, wet, and glistening.

"Liked what you saw, Daphne?"

She shrugged. "It was intense. I never realized you had it in you."

"Nobody realizes, until it's too late," Potter smiled, still shamelessly staring at her shiny pussy. He got up and slowly made his way towards her.

Daphne swallowed nervously as he stared her in the eye while brushing his middle finger between her hot, wet folds. Despite her aversion to being used like that, it felt good, if only because it made the itch go away. She wanted to close her eyes from the pleasure but didn't allow him that victory.

"It seems you got pretty excited," he noted.

"Hmm," she said, keeping it ambivalent.

"Hmm," he said back. His pointing finger lingered on her clit for a few seconds, before he moved it to gently stroke the shaven part above her pussy lips. She couldn't help it anymore. She sighed.

"Are you ready for your turn?" he asked suddenly.

Daphne's eyes opened wide and she looked down. His cock was once again erect and hard. She gulped. "That depends. Are you going to treat me like that slut?" she nodded at Weasley.

"Daphne, Daphne, I already told you, you deserve much better than that," he gave her that charming, mischievous smile that had half the girls at Hogwarts bend down before him until not long ago. He moved his finger on her stomach above her navel and slowly brushed it down, until it rested between her pussy lips again. His smile faded and his face transformed, suddenly full of fiery passion. "As long as you cooperate, I promise to make this feel very good for you."

She breathed in and nodded. Might as well – she was soaking wet, and it was probably the best time to let him have her, after he had already let out his aggression and need on her fellow Death Eater. "I'm ready, then."

"Good," he licked his lips. "But before that… I promised to let you in on the fun, didn't I? and I intend to deliver."

"What do you mean?" she asked curiously.

"You showed quite an eagerness to end Ginny's pathetic, sad existence."

"Nothing would please me more," Daphne bit out, her bitterness about the situation resurfacing.

"Then I'll let you put her in her place," he said, reaching to open a cabinet, from which he took out a long, thin wand. Her wand. "I still need Bella alive, but I don't mind if she breaks a bone or two."

With that, he handed her the wand.

For a moment, Daphne considered cursing him and trying to escape, but knew the risk was too high. She didn't have much time to ponder, though, as her eyes noticed a movement at the back of the room, and she shouted "Behind you!"

Potter turned around just in time to step away from Weasley's pouncing form. Even after all he'd done to her, the bitch was still crazy and feral enough to resist him, and that feverish savagery filled Daphne with disgust. It was this kind of psychosis that brought Daphne to this terrible situation in the first place, and she felt hatred rise inside of her.

"Crucio!" she yelled. Weasley was flung back and began thrashing wildly on the floor, with screams and cries. Daphne's nostrils widened with exhilaration as she watched the bitch squirm. She aimed a Banishing charm at Bellatrix, which hurled the woman violently at the wall, and she fell with the crack of broken bones.

Then, before the redhead could recover, Daphne levitated her to the spot where Bella hanged a moment ago. The battered girl had just a second to look down before Daphne released her Levitation charm, and the girl's pussy fell against the sharp edge of the long steel pole, which tore through womb and guts until it emerged out of her dead mouth.