Suffering For Desire
Chapter Seven. Magic and Fashion.
Dora had managed to get herself off the sodden blood-soaked floor and walk to the bathroom. She threw the filthy blood and cum soaked dressing gown down on the marble floor and walked up to the bath. The water from last night was still there. She wasn't sure how to figure the grand bath out, the row of taps didn't have anything that seemed to turn them on. She touched them to see if anything would happen.
"Do you need help with that, sexy?" Bellatrix said seductively, standing at the door leaning with her wand hand arm on the frame, smirking at the naked woman in front of her. Her voice was content and calm, but with that hint of mischief that she always had. She had a cigarette hanging between her fingers, she brought it up to her lips and inhaled it, her perfect cheekbones stood out as she did so.
"Um, yes" Dora said, smiling. Bellatrix looked so sexy with her cigarette she thought. Like she's some dominatrix about to stub it out on her slave. She walked over to the bath's edge and put the cigarette between her luscious lips then bent over to pull the closest of the many plugs out the bottom of the bath. Dora knew she could have done that magically but it gave her a perfect view of her perky ass in those tight black laced panties, she just stood there, licked her lips and smiled admiringly at Bellatrix's sexiness.
She pulled the plug out and waved her wand so the rest of them popped out the bath with a funny sound and giggled childishly. Dora giggled too, she was starting to love this woman's quirkiness.
She walked stylishly over to Bellatrix and put her arms around her as the water drained from the bath. They both watched in silence, the water slowly swirl around the plug holes. It was peaceful, they felt that there was no need for sound. They just stood there, in a silent embrace. Bellatrix sighed as the water finally drained and made a slurping sound. She waved her wand with a solemn look on her face, filling the tub with fresh, hot water, mourning the silence that just passed.
Dora climbed in and lay back in the water. Bellatrix stood for a minute, her expression blank, then smiled at nothing She slipped the remaining piece of clothing she had on down her legs and stepped out of them. She sighed again as she got in the bath with Dora. They both lay at different sides of the bath, staring at the high ceiling and drifting off into their blank minds, it seemed seconds has passed, but they had lay there for about ten minutes before they both looked back to the room, into each other's eyes. A subtle cigarette butt floated past Dora. Her eyes flickered to it, Bellatrix did the same. They both looked back into each other's eyes and immediately burst out in fits of giggles that soon turned into manic laughter. They were connected emotionally now, magical, strangely telepathic.
Dora started to wash the blood from her body, Bellatrix washed her blood-spattered face but most of the blood from her body had soaked into the water. She took out a much needed cigarette out of an almost empty pack next to the bath side then lit it with her wand and lay back in the water, watching Dora intently. Studying the way she bathed gracefully as if no one was there. She inhaled deeply and lain back relaxing, exhaling her stress.
Her conscience was almost gone, she could murder, torture and cause pain, never feel remorse. But her heart was forever strong within her, she could feel a love in her growing again. Much more stronger than her love for the Dark Lord. It was her own masochistic love for herself, for Dora, and for the remaining part of her broken soul.
As Dora lay in the bath, she had to wonder.
"Bella, why did you change so suddenly?"
Bellatrix looked at her and said. "Darling, life should be beautiful. My only regret is that my life has had too much long time suffering in it, to me, and other people. It's a slow way to die. And I just want to make my remaining time as pleasurable as possible, make them as beautiful as possible. I've realised now, you helped me with that." She smiled at her in a way that did show her true beauty. Dora knew how strikingly beautiful Bellatrix was on the outside, but she had never thought that she could be so secretly beautiful on the inside.
Dora looked down into the water as she let a tear flow down her cheek and let a smile slide onto her face as Bellatrix finished her poetic truth. She never knew that she, Bellatrix Lestrange had a beautiful sensitive side.
Bellatrix's dark eyes shimmered with tears. She leaned over to the other side of the bath and held out her hand. Dora took her invite and got out the bath with her.
"Hmm, we should get you some clothes" said Bellatrix, looking Dora up and down smirking. Dora smiled, she had always admired Bellatrix's fashion sense, it was gothic, yet so classy. She was excited to see what was in her wardrobe.
Bellatrix led her through the hall into a small alcove where she tapped the wall with her wand and said "Helenass melonus". A narrow spiral staircase appeared inside the wall, where they walked up, it was very long, and to Dora, it never seemed to end.
At last, they were at the top where Bellatrix casually kicked the door open and a long room appeared. There were windows at the end with thick fancy drapes over them blocking out most of the daylight, rays of sun illuminated in strips in the grey room. There was sofas and a small coffee table in the middle of the room. Near the windows, piles of clean underwear and dresses, tops, skirts and corsets were strewn around laxly. There was a riding crop next to the door which Bellatrix picked up and held firmly.
"My name is Bella, I am the mistress of the wardrobe. Try on whatever you want, but if I don't agree with it, I will punish you!" said Bellatrix with a wicked giggle. Dora was the same size as her, which made it much easier. Bellatrix walked over to a pile of underwear and pulled out and put on a lacy pair of black and white striped panties and some seamed stockings and suspenders. She rummaged through the pile again.
"Hmm, I think you would suit these" she said to Dora with a wink. She pulled out a pair of purple panties with black lace and similar thigh-high stockings and suspenders which Dora put on without haste whilst Bellatrix sat on a chair and put on a black leather corset that she tight-laced to make her waist noticeably small yet sexy.
Dora started rummaging through the clothes pile too, she found a black bra which she was about to put on when Bellatrix stopped her.
"Uh-uh, that's not the one. I must punish you now." She said seductively and giggled. Dora giggled and blushed.
"Bend over" she said smoothly, with a hint of dominance in her voice. Dora bent over slightly next to her.
"I said bend over properly, bitch!" she grabbed Dora by the arm and heaved her over her lap so she was in a vulnerable position. She cackled and brought the whip down on Dora's ass, she groaned in pain, but it was a strange pleasure. She liked it.
"Are you going to follow proper fashion?" Bellatrix growled.
"Hmm… maybe" Dora said with a cheeky grin.
"Oh… Very well then" with a flick of the wrist she sharply whipped Dora's ass again making her gasp out a moan and bite her lip.
"I think I know now… mistress" Dora said innocently. Bellatrix laughed evilly and let her fall onto her knees, breathless and smiling madly, satisfied, she liked that pain. She liked being dominated by her mistress.
Bellatrix picked up the matching bra for the purple laced panties. She threw them to Dora who put it on. Bellatrix poked around the pile again and found a short leather skirt. She put it on, smiling to acknowledge Dora's lust-covered stare.
She sat back down on the chair and watched Dora carefully as she looked through the clothes pile for a skirt. Bellatrix rolled her eyes at her as she found a dress lying next to the chair, a short, low cut black dress which would cling to ones curves nicely.
Dora picked up a ruffled skirt and looked up at Bellatrix, waiting for her approval.
"mm-hmm-hmm" she laughed. "No." she snapped her fingers and pointed at her lap. Dora climbed on again. The whip snapped down on her ass again, making her moan in pain- induced pleasure. Bellatrix rubbed the tender spot she whipped soothingly, to Dora it felt so good, to feel Bellatrix make her feel better.
Bellatrix grabbed her by the hair and brought her head closer to her. She put her mouth close to Dora's ear.
"only the one who inflicts the pain, can take it away" Bellatrix whispered in her ear, then kissed her cheek before bringing the whip mercilessly down on Dora's lower back, making her gasp at the pain. Bellatrix bent down and kissed the raw red mark on Dora's back, soothing it with her strangely cool tongue, sending a tingling sensation straight to the whipped area. It was a pleasure Dora hadn't experienced before, she loved it and wanted more.
Bellatrix roughly flicked the whip down on Dora's ass again, being so dominant was starting to arouse her, she could feel her new pair of panties starting to dampen.
Once she felt that Dora had taken enough, she ordered her to get off her lap and threw the black dress at her. She put it on whilst Bellatrix put on a long coat with a corset back to it and fastened the front that was tight, letting the long ruffled back hang down and stop at her knees, showing off her long, slender legs and stockings.
She took Dora's arm and walked over to a full-length mirror attached to the wall.
"You look fabulous, darling" Bellatrix said whilst holding Dora and stroking her hair, her compliment making her blush.
"Not as fabulous as you" she smiled.
"Hmm, well, of course" she grinned evilly and stuck her tongue out a little bit, biting it like she usually did. Oh they were having fun.