Standing in the clearing where he preferred to meet Bellatrix pressed her Dark Mark, calling him like she had wanted to so many times. Within moments the Dark Lord was standing before her. Like always she felt herself grow weak in his presence.

"You have acquired it?"He asked and she nodded in answer.

She felt him push into her mind and allowed him easy access, thinking clearly of the information she had gathered.

Bellatrix's mind was astonishingly open to his. Using Legillamancy Voldemort had been stealthily reading her thoughts for months and found they agreed with him. He could sense her admiration of him, her lust, and something deeper, something he couldn't understand.

"You have done well." He whispered as he left her mind, his voice a soothing hiss. She could feel her heart pounding fitfully in her chest, thrilled by his praise.

"So well in fact I believe you deserve a reward." He continued.

Bellatrix couldn't believe what she was hearing. The Dark Lord giving rewards? It could be a test of my loyalty. I am his most loyal, he knows that. He must. She only wanted him to stay pleased with her. Bella choked on her words, not saying what she truly wanted to.

"I only wish to serve you. I require nothing in return."

He stepped close to her and again brushed her hair lightly as he had at the meeting. Bella closed her eyes and resisted the urge to purr.

"And that", he whispered. "is precisely why you shall be rewarded. Now, what is it you desire?"

She knew exactly what she desired but she could never ask for it.

He stepped away from her. "Never mind, I already know."

Voldemort drew his wand and with a swish she was tied by the wrists between two trees, her arms spread wide. Another flick of his wand and her clothes had vanished. She gasped, trembling beneath his gaze.

Bella watched the Dark Lord raise his wand and send a nonverbal spell aimed at her. Like a whip she felt the sharp sting but glancing down there was no mark on her fair flesh. She whimpered wanting more. He had a cruel smile as he struck her repeatedly with the whip-like spell. She moaned as the pain sent waives of pleasure throughout her whole being.

Her eyes never left him, his graceful movements, his very presence, so powerful. He's using that power on me. For me. He paused a moment and she used it to catch her breath. Please don't be done with me. She mentally pleaded.

Voldemort watched his most loyal Death Eater, his favourite, her chest heaving as she tried to recapture the breath the pain had taken away. Her desire was evident as the dark thatch of curls between her spread legs glistened with her arousal.

Bellatrix stood naked and weak before her Dark Lord watching him eye her. The ropes that bound her to the trees were all that kept her standing. As if he knew this he waived his wand and she was freed. Falling to her knees she was terrified he was finished with her, until he spoke.

"I want you to enjoy this Bellatrix." She shivered when he said her name and again with his demand.

"Pleasure yourself."

The thought of him watching her gave her a thrill like nothing else. Quick to comply she glided her hands along her own body, the left one stopping to fondle her breast while the other trailed lower. As it slid over her clit she moaned. It was surprisingly sensitive to her touch once more. Her fingers ran along her opening before she entered two roughly. They slid easily between her slick folds. Her eyes dropped closed in pleasure as she curled them inside finding her special spot.

She felt the same spell strike her again only with greater intensity than before. Opening her eyes she found the Dark Lord close before her and was surprised to see what looked like a bulge in the front of his robes.

She knew she could be hallucinating. Probably was from the heady mixture of pain and pleasure. She lowered her head and begged inwardly. Please let it be real. Let it be real. She heard an amused laugh. It was not hers but seemed to be in her head.

Oh it is real. I enjoy torturing you Bellatrix. He spoke within her mind.

She fucked herself harder mewling and moaning as he stepped behind her keeping away just far enough so as not to touch her. She leaned back toward him but he kept the distance between them. Bella whined in desperation and allowed her eyes to drop closed once more.

Voldemort grabbed her hair and pulled her head back sharply.

"Look at me." he hissed.

She obeyed immediately, opening her eyes she stared deeply into his.

"Crucio."

There was no time for Bellatrix to register what had happened. Her breath felt as if it had been sucked from her lungs, the pain excruciating. Her other senses seemed detached, the pain all she knew. It was delicious. She couldn't hear his words but felt the spell release a moment before her own.

The pleasure was almost unbearable, far more intense than any she had felt before. Riding out the waves of her orgasm on her fingers, she thrashed in the Dark Lords tight grip.

She came down gracefully, shivering with her bliss. Though it had grown cold in the forest she felt warm in the company of her love.

Voldemort let go of her hair and stepped away. Bellatrix fell back against the soft earth weak with her delight. She looked up at the tall lithe figure before her through heavy-lidded eyes that she struggled to keep open. He stood over her a moment then with a satisfied smile he Disapparated.

Bellatrix laid there not having the strength to move. "My Lord." She whispered.

He had done incredible things to her. Had invoked sensations no other man had, without even laying a hand on her. She had never hurt so deeply and enjoyed it so much. She knew Snape would be no good to her now, no other would. She wanted the Dark Lord. And I will have him.

She heard a rustle in the distant trees but thought nothing of it until the loud cracks that followed. Before she realized what was happening Bellatrix was surrounded.

Alastor Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt kept their eyes politely on her face however Sirius' trailed along her voluptuous form. She didn't care, Bellatrix wasn't shy. Besides I have worse to worry about. Apparently the Dark Lord was right in constantly changing locations. The Order did find them.

Tonks too looked her all over but instead of lust her eyes shone with amusement.

"Quite a compromising position Bellatrix." Sirius laughed.

She ignored him her eyes scanning the ground. Where is it? Where's my wand? I dropped it, but where?

"Looking for this?" Shacklebolt deep voice boomed, her eyes flicked to her wand in his hand. God, how Bellatrix hated being vulnerable.

"You already escaped Azkaban twice now, do you think you can manage a third?" Tonks taunted.

Bellatrix hated her niece with a renewed passion.

"No." Moody answered for her. "She won't be given the chance. It'll be a kiss this time for sure."

Bellatrix watched as her niece's expression changed to one of sympathy. It seemed she thought the use of dementors deplorable. But Bellatrix was too frightened even to be infuriated by her pity.

No. she screamed in her head. No! Somehow she knew. Just moments before when she was in Azkaban she had known if she ever returned again she wouldn't be getting out.

She jumped up planning to run. Maybe if I try to escape they'll kill me. Even as she thought it she knew it wasn't true. Tonks was the quickest, levelling her wand at Bellatrix she heard,

"Stupefy" and her niece's look of pity was the last thing she saw before her world darkened.

Author's Notes: I just couldn't let Bellatrix have a happy ending. Sorry if you like her but I love letting Tonks get her instead of the other way around