broken down

Well...here's my 2nd chapter...


Bellatrix woke up in the midmorning on a large plush cushion inside what looked to be Harry's bedroom. The entire dwelling looked to be made of hardwood and glass panes that allowed the entrance of the morning sun.

She noticed that she had been stripped naked of the rags she had previously worn and seemed to have been washed thoroughly. Looking around cautiously, she slowly tried to creep for the exit, not wanting to disturb anything. Unfortunately, her collar and leash jerked her back just as Harry entered the room.

"So you're awake," he murmured indifferently. He placed two bowls on the ground, one that contained a steaming mix of rice and meat while the other contained water. She looked up expectantly.

"Don't expect to get any preferential treatment. The only reason why you're here in my room is because your beauty must not be wasted," he said tartly.

"What about utensils," she sneered, gesturing at the two bowls.

"Eat it like the bitch you are," he said, pausing to scratch her behind the ears. She snarled and tried to claw at him but felt her body go rigid as she fell backward.

"This is my household and you will do well to follow my command," he murmured quietly, trailing a finger down her cheek. Her eyes darted in panic. He released her from the bodybind.

"Here is your new outfit that you will be required to wear," he said, tossing a small package at her. It was a maids outfit that consisted of a short black lace skirt with a frilly apron and a similar black bra.

"You can't expect me to wear this 'thing'!! I'm Bellatrix Lestrange and I demand to be treated as such!!" she cried in outrage. He grasped her throat and slammed her into the glazed floor and assumed a sitting position on top of her neck to restrain her from looking anywhere else but him.

"You want to be treated by your namesake, fine," he spat and tugged her leash.

"You're going to see how the rest of your 'namesake' is being treated," he hissed evilly, dragging her along, naked. She tried to stand up to follow him, but he batted her across the temple hard enough to stun her.

"On your hands and knees at all times," he sneered, and continued walking. Her face flushed a deep crimson in humiliation. 'At least he's not treating me like this in public', she though in relieved satisfaction but her fears came to pass as they apparated to what looked to be a plateau that overlooked a plantation field.


"You see," he said, forcing her head to gaze down at the field. There, she saw her husband and brother-in-law slaving away in the morning sun, just planting seeds. Their eyes looked more dead than victims of a Dementor's Kiss.

"That is the Lestrange namesake! You want to see the Malfoys? Over at the far right. The Macnairs? Right below you. Your sister? I've already bought her. You'll have a new companion, bitch," he sneered, apparating back to his home. She sat, trembling at what she had just seen.

"You BASTARD!!" she screeched, once again, trying to claw at him. He belted her across the jaw, sending her down like a pile of bricks.

"If you won't obey me, I think I'll have to find a suitable workplace for you," he sneered as she again faded into unconsciousness.

Hours later, she woke up with an I.V. drip attached to her shackled wrists and twin suction cups with long, tiny hoses snaking from them attached to her nipples.

"If you will not follow me, you will be treated as livestock, the same as the other bitches around you," Harry said from his seat inside the hay filled barn.

Bellatrix then took in the sights around her. Shackled and restrained by metal cuffs over theirs waist, ankles, necks, and wrists, all lined up on the wall were many other girls. She recognized Daphne Greengrass as one of the newer Death Eaters just before the downfall of her lord amongst many younger and older girls, but all being drained of their milk. Their dead eyes and small streaks along their bodies showed how they had been beaten into submission.

Harry sat on a stool with the blonde head of Narcissa Malfoy resting on his lap. She wore the same outfit with the leash hand collar that had been presented to Bellatrix and had her hair down in a silky sheet, carelessly being stroked by Harry.

"Bella, why don't you just accept that you aren't going to get very far anymore," Narcissa said, pressing her head into Harry's hand to be nuzzled by him more.

"You traitorous bitch!!" she hissed indignantly. "You submitted to that filthy mongrel of a half-blood just so you could what? So you could prance around on the floor all day, following him like a puppy?" Narcissa's eyes betrayed no hint of misgiving as she lifted her head off of Harry's lap and sidled up to her.

"And how is your present quality of life better than mine?" she murmured softly into her ear. "You who stands here being milked like a filthy cow for the rest of the duration of your usefulness until you run dry, and then you'll be either sent to work out in the fields or set up as a human show pony. That is what you'll become. Unless if you submit to master Harry like me and become a maid and hopeful stewardess in his household."

Bellatrix hung her head in shame but looked up as Narcissa comfortingly stroked her head.

"So, I will try to persuade master Harry, but in the meantime, you will remain here. I think master will want to use this place as your punishment grounds. Just stay here a few days and hopefully you'll moved back to being his...pet."