Hermione slumped in mid-air, still recovering from her orgasm as well as the wound from the knife. Bellatrix on the other hand was awestruck. None of the people she had tortured had ever survived the maxima curse variant without going insane, and especially hadn't enjoyed it. She looked at her hand, covered in Hermione's blood and juices and licked it clean. 'God, this taste is intoxicating, even for a Mudblood,' she said to herself. 'I shall have to find out what memories she has that give her this much pleasure.'
"Legilimens," she said softly as she pointed her wand at Hermione's head, and instantly was bathed in memories of Hermione at the wedding, Hermione and Ginny in the Burrow, Hermione and Ginny having sex! 'What the fuck!' Bellatrix thought, as she watched the two teens licking and fingering each other's glistening pussies, before Hermione conjured a dildo and started fucking the redhead. 'I don't believe what I'm seeing,' she thought to herself, before the scene shifted to Ron's departure, the wolf chase in the woods, to Harry finding the sword in a lake. 'Huh, so she was telling the truth,' she said to herself. The next memory caused her to gasp, and she could distantly hear Hermione moan; it was her memory of Harry casting the Cruciatus Curse on her.
Bellatrix left Hermione's mind, and gasped, not only for the memories she had just witnessed, but also because she was aroused by them! 'No, how can this be!' she thought, thinking this is weakness to be aroused in front of a captive.
"So, you know then;" Hermione panted, "about me being a lesbian?" Bellatrix looked up at her captive. It was obvious by the way she was looking at her that Hermionie was correct. "And I take it that you are one as well?" Hermione asked.
Bellatrix stood up straight, a shocked look on her face. "How did you..."
"Legilimency works both ways, if you let your guard down," Hermione cut in. She realised that she wanted somebody to take care of her, keep her safe, and help her get over the memories of Harry Potter. An insane idea crept into her head...
"Mistress Lestrange, I have a proposition for you."
"Oh, and what might that be, Granger?" said Bellatrix, genuinely intrigued by Hermione's statement.
"What would you say if I offered to serve you, in exchange for the boys' freedom. What would you say, if I helped assist you in defeating Harry Potter?" Hermione asked.
"What? You want to defeat Potter? Your own friend?" Bellatrix said, clearly believing that her captive was joking.
"He's no friend of mine," Hermione spat; "Not anymore."
A deathly silence flooded the room, Hermione daren't speak after that last proclamation, how she had essentially offered to kill her former friend. Bellatrix meanwhile was busy comprehending this new information. 'The Mudblood is bright, she knows a lot of spells, and she wishes to serve me; not the Dark Lord, but me! Not only that, but she believes that Potter is no longer her friend. Regardless, her information alone will prove useful to the Dark Lord, and she will be useful to me.'
"Claire," Bellatrix spoke softly, startling Hermione. In an instant, a small, female house elf appeared, dressed not in typical house elf attire, but instead a black lacy frock. "Go to my sister and tell her to let her male captives go. Tell her to send them to the nearest uninhabited forest." The house elf nodded in recognition. "Also, tell her that I will be taking Miss Granger back to Lestrange Manor. She will prove to be very useful to me in time."
"Yes Mistress Bellatrix," the house elf replied, and with a pop, she was gone.
Bellatrix turned to her captive and removed the charms on her. Hermione slumped on the floor, she didn't even have the strength to get up. "Come here my dear," Bellatrix said; and Hermione could have sworn that she was saying it lovingly, almost motherly. She reached her hand up to Bellatrix's oustretched palm and grabbed it tenderly. A pop meant that the house elf had returned.
"It is done, my mistress," Claire said as she bowed to her master.
"Very good, Claire," said Bellatrix, in an almost loving tone. "Take us home."
"Very well mistress." The house elf gripped Bellatrix's free hand as well as Hermione's and concentrated, and in a split second arrived in the main hallway of Lestrange Manor.
"Thank you Claire," Bellatrix said as she kissed the house elf gently on the forehead. "Can you make up my bedroom, for two people please?" she asked.
"Of course, Mistress," replied Claire; "what time would you like to be served dinner?" she inquired.
"Seven will be fine, Claire," she responded; and the house elf nodded and vanished with a pop.
In all of this, Hermione observed all of the facets of Bellatrix's personality that she never thought were possible; she was loving, caring, and respectful of her house elf.
"Now then Granger," Bellatrix spoke softly, snapping Hermione out of her dream; "Let's get started. Follow me." And with that she helped Hermione to another room in the back of the manor. As Bellatrix opened the door, Hermione let out a gasp.
Inside the room was an assortment of harnesses, chains, and even a double bed. It appeared to be a bondage paradise. "It's beautiful!" Hermione gasped. "Good," Bellatrix replied, walking her in and placing her on the bed.
"I want you to take off your clothes, my dear," said Bellatrix as she started to remove her dress, revealing a lacy black corset and matching panties. "Oh and I want you to call me Bella," she added.
"OK," replied Hermione, as she systematically shed her clothes leaving a red satin bra, and a very wet pair of red satin panties. "But you have to call me Miney, deal?"
"Deal, Miney," Bella replied, as she climbed on top of her new toy. She reached into a drawer next to the bed and pulled out a black box, within it were a trio of steel knives.
"Y'now Miney," Bella giggled, "I never would have thought you were a secret masochist. A lover of pain, not unlike myself. Only, I am a sadist; I enjoy delivering pain." As she spoke she took out a small knife and started to cut away Hermione's bra and panties. Once they were disposed of, Bella looked at the now naked girl under her. "My, my, you are so pretty underneath all of those clothes."
"You're not so bad yourself, Bella;" Hermione responded. "Please Bella, cut me with your knife."
"Very well," she replied, and she placed a long shallow gash down her sternum. Hermione squealed in delight at the pain. She then started to place smaller cuts leading away from it, each one gaining an approving squeak from Hermione. After the fifth cut, Bella noticed that Hermione was panting, and her pussy was very wet indeed. She bent down and started to lick Hermione private mound, noting that she had shaved her pubic hair into a small heart, as well as having a very pink pussy. As she did so, Hermione's breathing became more and more ragged, which only prompted Bellatrix to be more vigourous.
"Oh Bella," Hermione moaned; "Suck my clit. Please!" Bella smirked, then obliged. The older witch sucked on Hermione's clit, eliciting moans of appreciation. She then grinned as she nibbled gently on the love button. "Oh God Bella, I'm gonna cum!" she breathed.
"Good, my little Miney; cum for Bella," and she bit down hard on her clit, causing Hermione to cum, and cum hard. For the second time that day, Bellatrix was covered in Hermione's juices. This time, however, she had something in mind...
"Well done, Miney; now I want you to lick my face clean from your juices," she said softly; and moved close to Hermione's face.
"I would love to, Bella." And with that, Hermione reached up and started to kiss Bellatrix Lestrange, first on the cheek, then the forehead, before moving down to the lips. Her tongue licked the older witch's lips begging for access, and no sooner had they obliged Hermione's tongue searched hungrily for Bellatrix's own.
Suddenly a bell chimed signalling that dinner was served. "Oh dear," sighed Bellatrix, "looks like playtime is over, for now my pet."