Suffering For Desire

Chapter Five. The First Morning After.

In the morning, Nymphadora awoke alone, her body was paralyzed for a moment until the aching pain from the nights before kicked in. Images from last night flashed through her mind of Bellatrix Lestrange writhing in pleasure, naked and lying on top of her. This was all too strange. Was this a dream?

She finally got up and picked up a black dressing gown draped over the end of the grand bed and put it on. She walked out the room and down the hall into the kitchen where Bellatrix was sitting at the table in her underwear looking dishevelled, reading the Daily Prophet and smoking a cigarette whilst the house-elf cooked breakfast. She looked up at Nymphadora.

"Well someone had a rough night" she said with a giggle and slightly stuck her tongue out biting it. Nymphadora blushed and sat down at the table where an empty mug instantly filled with coffee, she drank it and sighed with relief.

"Don't haste with that breakfast you stupid filthy elf!" Bellatrix screamed at the trembling house-elf, who dropped a spatula on the marble floor, which made Bellatrix sneer even more. She turned to her and said "Don't mind if I call you Dora do you?"

"No" she said. Usually she didn't like people calling her by her first name, but with Bellatrix it felt natural, probably because the noble pure-blood lady cursed the Tonks name. She looked at the timid elf and opened her mouth as to speak in a curious way.

"Why… why doesn't he use magic?" Bellatrix turned her head around quickly.

"Hmm? Oh, I make him do it manually, so he works harder, no slacking in my manor!" she let out a cackle which made Dora jump, then she smiled a little, she was going to have to get used to the madness of this incredibly beautiful woman. She sighed as she thought;

"This is going to be awkward with the Order, they'll never find out about this, what the fuck am I going to do? Stay here and be Bella's little pet? Join the fucking Death Eaters, I'll never do that! Well, it's probably not too bad…" as she looked up she seen that Bellatrix was leaning over the frightened house-elf as she babbled at it and waved her wand menacingly, threatening it and screaming in wicked laughter as she made it dance while she wiggled her wand madly at the poor creature. Dora sighed and walked over to Bellatrix who shouted "COOK THE FUCKING BREAKFAST!" in her harsh London accent at the house elf who immediately obeyed. She turned around and put her arms around Dora, who could immediately feel the fleeting cold from Bellatrix's slim body, so chilling yet strangely welcoming. Bellatrix moved her face closer to Dora's ear;

"Run along to the bedroom, I'll have a surprise for you, my slave" she whispered then giggled. Dora smiled then released from the cold embrace. She walked out the kitchen while an evilly smirking Bellatrix waved goodbye and then turned to give the house elf more grief about the breakfast.

In the bedroom, Dora lay on the bed, repeating last night in her head. It all seemed so bizarre. Bellatrix Lestrange was torturing her horribly one minute, then fucking her wildly the next. In her mind it was confusing, the world seemed fake and simulated, but she could feel everything. The pain and misery, the desire and lust, the suffering, the pleasure. It was reality to her, yet it felt like a dream.

She lay back on the luxury bed and closed her eyes. "I'd rather feel the pleasure than the pain" she thought then started to think about Bellatrix's apparent surprise. She had punished her in pain, but she felt that she was rewarding her with pleasure, rewarding herself with the pleasures of Dora. She was suffering for desire.

As soon as she was getting into her intricate fantasy she was immediately torn out of it, a scream was heard, and it was Bellatrix.

"NO!… you fucker! GET OUT!"

"I WILL NOT BELLA! THIS IS MY HOUSE TOO!"

Dora sat up on the bed, shocked and confused. It sounded like Rodolphus had came back and it was not going down well with Bellatrix. She heard hurried, heavy footsteps storming down the hall coming towards the bedroom and immediately knew what was happening. She quickly got off the bed and desperately looked around the large room, there was an open fire place, a desk, vanity dresser, chest of drawers, a walk-in-wardrobe and an old looking large dark mahogany cupboard. She hurried up to the end of the room to the cupboard.

"There better not be a fucking boggart in here" she said quietly to herself as she climbed into the old dingy cupboard, it smelled stale, like the cold, dank room that Bellatrix kept her in previously.

Rodolphus stormed into the room followed by Bellatrix, screeching at him.

"What makes you think you can just saunter back into here after I told you to fuck off?!"

"I came back for something… something very important." His voice had calmed and his dark eyes were glazed with a hint of fear.

"Well then… what is it you need?" Bellatrix inquired, her voice insanely had a quirk of sarcasm.

"It is… something the Dark Lord acquired. He doesn't know that I found it, and he'll be damn well pleased that it was found!" as he said this Bellatrix's face lit up, her eyes glowed and a mad smirk crept onto her face.

"Where…" her eyebrow raised in wicked curiosity "where is this… thing, the Dark Lord wants?" her words were breathy, she wanted something he could tell. He had played these games with her before.

"I'm not telling you, I know that you want it as much as I do, for the honour of your… Lord" he spat out the last word. She sent him a deathly glare. "I'm not moving from this room, you'll show me where it is" she hissed. He took a step towards her and she stood her ground.

Dora watched all this through a tiny gap in the cupboard door.

"Oh shit, my wand is in the kitchen" thought Bellatrix whilst Rodolphus took his wand out his robes and pointed it at her.

"Oh, like you would really point that at me!" she exclaimed, the sarcasm clumsily hiding the panic in her voice. Her chest risen and fell and her eyes were wide, her coal black eyes shining in defence. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed her roughly by the throat, she tried to break free but he was too strong. He forced her to the ground, on his knees, wand pointed into her forehead. Her heart was pounding, she couldn't breathe, she knew what was going to happen, she was too weak to do anything, she tightly shut her eyes, she had to accept it. Bellatrix Lestrange was being dominated.

Dora's heart was pounding too, she had to help her but she was even more weak. If Bellatrix was being overpowered by him then Dora would surely be defeated. She had to think fast. He was about to-

"AVADA KED-" The cupboard door swung open, there was a clink of metal, a scream, and then a thud.

Then everything was silent.