Bella The Bitch (Harry Potter)

            It had been three months since the downfall of Voldemort and following the battle of Hogwarts and the Death Eaters defeat, Bellatrix Lestrange was one of the few Death Eaters not lucky enough to escape and disappear underground. However, whereas most of the captured Death Eaters were taken by the Ministry of Magic -now under the control of Kingsley Shacklebolt-, Bellatrix had the unfortunate luck of being found and captured by someone with a somewhat personal vendetta against the black-haired witch. So, for three months Bellatrix Lestrange was kept in a small dungeon below a semi-detached house in a comely muggle street; all under the watchful and firm hand of one Hermione Granger.

            Waking from her slumber, Bellatrix found herself in one of Hermione’s favourite positions, her legs spread and her pussy and ass on full display, and all at the perfect angle for delicious fun. A little groggy, Bellatrix waited patiently for the young mudblood, knowing full well the extent of Hermione’s brutality whenever she decided to be more audible with her complaints. It took Hermione a month of spanking, orgasm denial and tactical wooden clips to train Bella into a quiet submissive. It took a further two months to break her spirit and render her the faithful bitch that she was today, the older witch reminded constantly that the only person who could save her had been bested by a teenager. This was her life.

            The door to her dungeon opened and Hermione walked in wearing a white silk bathrobe and her usual devilish smile. The bookish demeanour disappeared entirely, because in this room, she was in charge. Tracing her fingers along Bella’s creamy white flesh, Hermione slipped a finger along her folds, Bella not reacting to the subtle twinge of pleasure that bristled through her body. Clasping one of Bellatrix’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger, Hermione smiled and purred, “Good morning bitch.”

            “Good morning Miss Granger…” Bellatrix recited dutifully, only to receive a hard slap to her pussy, Hermione’s hand slapping against the woman’s pussy, eliciting a sharp yelp of pain from the older witch, who quietly seethed with pleasure. Despite having submitted to her, the carnal hatred within her didn’t subside. Collecting herself, the Death Eater felt her folds sting and her pussy start to glisten as she corrected herself, “Good morning Mistress Granger.”
            “Better. Now bitch, today I have a very special task for you. My house is frightfully messy, and I decided who better to clean than my very faithful little slut,” Hermione smiled, gently and playfully slapping Bellatrix’s large breasts around, watching eagerly as the soft mounds of flesh shook back and forth, subtle red handprints beginning to show on the creamy flesh, “Would you like that?”

            “Yes, Mistress Granger. Anything to please you, Mistress Granger,” Bellatrix murmured in response, bringing a cute smile to the younger witch. Striding around between Bellatrix’s legs, Hermione ran her hands across her creamy thighs, softly massaging them.

            “Very good bitch… But first, I want to continue our training. And in order to get your body prepared to properly serve me, I’ve decided that a bigger toy may just be necessary,” Hermione purred, untying her silk robe and dropping it to the ground, her hand wrapping around the base of a thick, twelve-inch strapon, emblazed with a red tinge a bulbous, throbbing tip. Gently jerking it back and forth, Hermione asked, “What do you think about that, bitch?”

            “I love your toys, Mistress Granger. My body serves to please you,” she said, much to Hermione’s pleasure. There was something so delectably satisfying about watching one of the most powerful Death Eaters of all time submit and do as she say. Having the ability to order her to kiss her feet or lavish any part of her body with her tongue was something the bushy-haired girl relished. The specific part of training that she was referencing was her recent obsession with the black-haired witch’s arsehole, which lay untouched until Hermione came along. And whilst her pussy could handle anything and everything after three months, her ass still needed some…work.

            “Good… Let’s see how you handle this one then,” Hermione smiled, not bothering with any lubrication as she knew that Bellatrix wouldn’t need it. Inching forwards, the younger girl got the angle on Bellatrix’s arse, the bulbously thick head of her fake cock resting against the tight constricted nook that was her rear entrance. Wincing slightly as Hermione gently began to push forwards, Bella couldn’t stop herself from sharply squealing as the head of the cock edged inside of her asshole, her insides spreading to accommodate the thick length. Silencing herself, Bellatrix’s eyes latched onto Hermione’s the powerplay intensifying as Hermione began to thrust slowly forwards, inching each sumptuously thick and deliciously wide inch inside Bellatrix’s bum, pushing the older witch to her limits. Previously, Hermione had only experimented with a small dildo and Bellatrix seemed to struggle with even that, so a mammoth length of cock forcing its way inside her was quite the escalation and one Hermione savoured intensely.

            It took a few moments, but eventually Hermione buried herself balls deep in the older witch, Bella stifling a whimper of pain as her tightest hole was punctured by an unlubed cock bigger than anything she had ever taken in her cunt. Breathing steadily, she breathed sharply inwards as Hermione drew her hips backwards, dragging a couple inches out of her hole before easing them back in, her tight hole quickly adjusting to the sizable length, but her body not adjusting to the sharp pleasurable pain of being fucked in her arse.

            Building up a slow and steady rhythm, Hermione made sure that each thrust got deeper and deeper into her ass, slamming her hips forwards and grinding her crotch against Bellatrix’s unshaven pussy, making sure that the older witch savoured every inch at every depth inside her. Grunting and groaning, Bellatrix’s body began to shake with each powerful thrust, her breasts bouncing back and forth and her pussy growing every more slick and glossy, her clit begging to be rubbed and teased and pleasured. She had touched herself in months and her pussy was begging for some good pleasure. Hermione had always been tactical about how much Bellatrix was given and how close she was allowed to get to her orgasm before it was snatched away from her. In the three months she had been her, she had probably cum half a dozen times.

            As Hermione quickened her stride, Bella began to feel a twinge of pleasure, her body starting to tingle as her pussy built very slowly to an orgasm. She kept her mouth shut, dutifully taking the cock, hoping that Hermione would lose track of herself and give the older witch the long craved orgasm that she so desired. She knew that Granger could tell when she was about to cum based on the intensity of her moans and by keeping her mouth shut, even though her pleasure ridden bone in her body begged her to let lose, Bellatrix thought she had fooled the girl. And as she teetered on the brink of orgasm, a couple more thrusts being all that it would take, Bella felt the cock slide from her arse and that sumptuous orgasm that had been building inside her, slowly began to subside, Hermione smirking to herself as she picked up her robe and clothed herself, “Come along bitch, my house won’t clean itself…”
            With her wand, she undid Bellatrix’s restraints, the woman sliding down onto her weak and weary feet, her hand inclined to go to her pussy. Fighting the urge, she slid down onto her knees as she had been taught and began to slowly crawl through the door, Hermione indulging in one final audible slap, watching Bella’s fat arse begin to jiggle deliciously. Revenge was truly sweet.