The Secret Fetishes of Bellatrix Lestrange

Chapter Two

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She reached out her hand and wandlessly summoned something out of her robes. He couldn't make out what it was at first, half of the cell was cast in dark shadows, but as soon as it came into the light, his eyes widened with realisation when he saw what it was. He watched the object float towards her outstretched hand, trying to swallow the sudden lump in his throat as he thought back to what she had said a few moments ago. Bellatrix wanted him to watch . . . .

The older witch grasped it out of the air and smiled at Harry, she could see he was becoming increasingly nervous, his eyes were a little glazed over, following her every move as she started to run the tip of her toy over her smooth skin, over her breast and around her nipple, before guiding it down her stomach and between her legs, her other hand already parting her moist lips. She looked down for a second to make sure the tip of her toy was nicely placed, and then with one last look at Harry, she slowly, gently, pushed the whole length into her warm entrance. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt it slide into her, her femininity swallowing it all the way in, enjoying the feel of that pleasurable sensation building up between her legs. She really should thank Cissy for introducing her to this amazing muggle contraption she had discovered a few months back. Both their husbands were lousy in bed, and this was the perfect solution. Although the formula had altered a little now that the-boy-who-lived was involved. She played with the idea of letting her sister have some quality time with their guest tonight as well, it would be a nice way to pay her back. For now, though, she concentrated on her own, tilting the toy up a little and finding that sensitive spot within herself; the small pressure on it making her shiver with anticipation, her body already anxious to satisfy many of her sexual urges.

She opened her eyes and looked up to the young man in front of her. The shock and the embarrassment evident on his face was enough to tell her that this was probably the first time he has ever seen a woman this way. It made her wonder if he's ever seen a woman have a REAL orgasm as well, because if not, she was going to enjoy giving him a little show that would blow his mind away. She pulled back her toy, inch by inch until it was all the way out, the shaft already glistening from her arousal, and with a small, quiet moan, eased it back in deep into her wet femininity. She pushed her hips into her hand and felt another ripple tingle through her body, she was so sensitive down there, every thrust seemed to engulf her in a flood of pleasure, probably because of the fact that she had an audience, the boy-who-lived no less, watching her with those beautiful emerald eyes, he was blushing slightly, but his gaze was intense, traced now with a hint of desire. His eyes were racking her body, and to her great pleasure, she saw him discreetly licking his lips as he watched her move her hand back and forth, eyeing her with a certain glint she hadn't seen before. She was definitely going to enjoy corrupting his innocent little mind.

What she would enjoy the most though, was to set him free of those chains and let him take her body anyway he wanted. She would let him do anything to her while she submitted herself to him. Dirty images began flashing across her mind, she saw herself bent on all fours while he gently whipped her naked bottom, she saw herself being ordered to suckle his manhood while she straddled his face, she saw herself being taken hard against the wall, legs held up by his strong arms while he thrust his hips into her, gasping with every jolt of their bodies.

It was with those naughty thoughts racing through her mind that she unconsciously quickened her pace, sliding her toy in and out faster and faster, her other hand frantically rubbing her snub in circles. She had wanted to take her time and enjoy herself, tease him, torment him and play with his mind, but quite frankly she couldn't hold herself back. Having the great Harry Potter watch her was more exciting than she expected.

"Mm . . . mmm . . . mmmm. . ." Bellatrix's moans were becoming louder with every second, her back was slowly arching while her femininity became increasingly sensitive, her juices were trickling down between her thighs and dripping onto the chair . . . . Harry couldn't believe how wet this woman was becoming. It was a real turn on to see her thrust her toy repeatedly into her soaking entrance, he could already smell her arousal in the air around them.

After a few more frantic seconds, his breath caught in his throat when her body suddenly stiffened, it seemed like an electric shock went through her the second she came, her hips began jerking, her thigh muscles tensed up and her entire being shook with obvious ecstasy. Small flicks of her juices were spitting out with every tug of her toy, wetting her hand while she continued to push herself over the edge. "Mmm, mm . . . o . . oh . . god . . . uu . . . uuh . . ." All inhibitions lost, Bellatrix was moaning and grunting with pure pleasure as she orgasmed in front of Harry Potter.

The young man was speechless. He watched on in amazement while this beautiful woman reached new heights, her pleasurable moans beginning to get drowned out from the thumping of his own heart, his breathing a little strained, his mouth completely dry, his mind was spinning as her heavy aroma swirled his senses. It was only after she stopped moving her hand did her orgasm seemed to slowly subside. Eventually, Harry saw her body relax, she leaned back and rested her head on the back of the chair, eyes closed, her toy hanging loosely within her fingers by her side. Her body kept quivering every few seconds, as if feeling the aftershocks of the huge tidal wave that seemed to hit her the moment she climaxed. Right now though, she seemed to be floating in blissful oblivion, her limp form proof of the intensity of that vigorous performance she just gave him.

"Wow . . ." As much as he didn't want to admit it, he would treasure this moment for a long time.

Back at Hogwarts, he had overheard a giggly conversation late at night between Dean and Seamus, about how girls pleasured themselves, using a . . . he couldn't remember the word they used, but he did hear them sniggering over how the girls used it. Although a little curious, he hadn't paid much attention at the time since he was constantly worrying about a certain Dark Lord and his band of Death Eaters. But the war seemed to have been put on hold for the time being, or had become a stalemate between the two sides, and so Harry had slowly reverted to being a normal teenager. Which naturally meant his sexual curiousity bloomed, and he found himself wondering more and more about what his dormmates were talking about. He was reluctant to ask them, afraid they'd laugh at him for not knowing things like that, and so the questions that ran through his mind late at night remained unanswered. However, Harry's sex-related ponderings had come to an end. He now knew what his dormmates were talking about.

Seconds past in silence while Bellatrix slowly recovered from her erotic act, her breathing was calming down now and it seemed she was regaining consciousness. Harry once again tensed up when he saw her eyes open, she seemed a little dazed for a few moments, exhausted, but soon enough, her dark, beautiful eyes cleared up and focused on him. For a fleeting second, Harry half hoped that maybe she would be too tired to carry on with her twisted games, that maybe she had satisfied her strange urges after that ground shaking orgasm, but from the look on her face, it was probably wishful thinking. Smiling slightly, Bellatrix sat up and pushed herself up with the armrests, giving her toy a brief appreciative glance as she placed it back on the chair. She then turned around and casually walked over to him, a certain gleam in her eye that told him she was no where near finished with him yet. In fact, it seemed she was only getting started, seeing that it looked like she was even more aroused than before. Harry looked back at her approaching form, becoming more and more overwhelmed with how sexual this witch was.

Standing right in front of him, she looked up at his face with a small grin and gently wrapped her hands around his neck. Their faces were inches away from each other, their lips tantalizingly close. She asked, in a gentle voice. "Did you like watching me?" He figured he could say no to her, but that would be a white lie and she would know it. As long as she didn't touch him anywhere sensitive, he would be able to concentrate on resisting her allurement, although, again, that was wishful thinking. As if reading his thoughts, she gently moved her hips closer to him so that the tip of his manhood brushed against her wetness, making Harry groan. A deep, lustful groan, that rumbled from within his throat. "D . . don't . . . ." He clenched his teeth, and tried to tell her to stop, but it was no use. He could feel himself being rubbed against her moist entrance, her feminine lips carressing him, her hard nipples pressing against his chest, teasing him with her body to the point that he ached inside. He knew he was slowly giving in to her. The desire to have her, to be inside her, to slide himself deep into her warm, wet entrance was beginning to take over, deep down inside he wanted nothing more than to feel her envelop him and hear her moan his name while he made love to her.

But he wouldn't give in to her that easily. He closed his eyes and thought about his Godfather, trying everything to clear his mind and keep his thoughts away from her. "Harry . . ." He heard her whisper, purring like a cat. He reluctantly opened his eyes and noticed she was looking at him knowingly, she knew he was beginning to have difficulty resisting her. "Come on Harry . . . ." She said, still speaking gently to him. "Don't be shy . . . . You can tell me . . . You liked it didn't you?" Bellatrix was smiling, clearly enjoying his suffering. She waited for him to answer, but Harry kept his mouth shut. Her dark eyes, her dark wavy hair, her beautiful face and body, her alluring perfume and feminine aroma . . . As much as he hated her, and was angry with her, he didn't trust himself to say no to her. Continually holding back his growing desires to have her was taking its toll. Her naked body was still pressed against his, and every inch of her skin was just burning him up.

Moments passed as the couple stared into each other eyes, but it became clear that Harry wasn't going to answer her. Bellatrix seemed to give up as she finally stepped back and sighed quietly. She purposefully glanced down at his hard manhood and spoke to him quietly, seductively. "I know you liked it, you naughty little boy . . . ." She reached out and gave him a squeeze, she could tell he was beginning to crave her touch, the look on his face said it all. His face was void of any emotions up until now, but the moment she wrapped her fingers around him she saw a hint of longing cross his features, only to be replaced with a frown seconds later. He was obviously trying hard to push back his own arousal. Letting go, she gave him a sly little smile, a smile that said she had plenty more things to do to him, and he won't have a chance to resist her much longer.

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Harry didn't want to know what she was up to next, but since he didn't have much choice, he just watched her pick up her toy and walk back to the table in the corner, preparing for god knows what. She retrieved her wand and turned around, pointing it at the chair in the middle of the cell. With a small flick of her wand, and a sprinkle of purple sparks, she transfigured the chair into a wooden table. A table that was big enough for a grown man to lie down on. A table that was big enough for him to lie down on. Harry definitely didn't like where things were heading.

Bellatrix approached the table and began examining it, sitting on the edge and shifting her weight, as if making sure it could withstand the load. A few moments later she got off and faced a nervous looking Harry, seemingly satisfied with her transifiguration spell. She saw how worried he looked and sniggered at him. "Don't worry, Harry. I'm not going to hurt you . . . . . yet . . . ." And with a small grin, she proceeded to point her wand at him, it showed how good she was at magic as she didn't even utter a sound when she cast the spells, but Harry didn't have a chance to acknowledge the fact as he suddenly felt the chains around him move, clinking about together and readjusting themselves behind his body. "Wh . . . what are you . . . . ." He was feeling very vulnerable right now, especially with his fly open. He started to squirm, trying to move his body out of the way to see what she doing, he really didn't like all this moving metal around his exposed manhood. But, to his relief, he realized that she was only loosening the chains that were holding his arms, they were still shackled, but they weren't painfully pulling from opposite sides anymore. He glanced down and saw that his wrists were red raw from where the rusted metal had been digging into his skin, they stung quite a bit, though right now they were the least of his problems. He looked back up at Bellatrix and saw her give her wand a little jab towards him. "What the hell are you . . . . HEY!!" With another silent spell, Harry found himself being lifted up into the air, guided by Bellatrix's wand until he was hovering horizontally above the table. He began to struggle the moment his feet left the ground, but it was useless, his arms and legs hit nothing but air, and he probably looked a little silly.

With the chains still shackled to his wrists, he was placed onto the table with surprising gentleness. He looked over at her out of the corner of her eye and saw that she was still in deep concentration, distracted from her own magic. She was standing a mere foot away and Harry began thinking about attacking her, catch her off guard and maybe snatch her wand away from her. He figured this was his only chance to stop her from doing whatever she was planning on doing to him, regardless of his curiosity. He looked over again and saw that she was still focusing on her spells, and decided to take the risk. He closed his eyes and silently counted in his head, preparing himself to simply throw his body at her since he couldn't use his hands. Four, three, two, one! He sprung off the table with all the agility he possessed, only to hit some kind of invisible barrier and be pushed back down. He couldn't even throw his leg over the side. Harry slumped back down on the table with a thud, already feeling a little foolish. She obviously anticipated the move as she didn't even panic. "Ah . . ah . . ah . . Harry . . ." She shook her head from side to side with a smirk. "Aunty Bella still wants to play . . ." Harry glared back at the woman, frustrated at how helpless he was. Here was one of the people he most hated, here was the bitch who took away his only family, and he could do nothing about it but be her slave, her play thing. He was also frustrated that the other half of his mind, despite himself, kept going back to thinking how smooth her skin looked or how soft her breasts were to touch.

"Now hold still . . . ." He watched her as she sweeped her wand across the table, causing the chains to start rattling again. He turned his head up and looked back at the wall, the chains were moving amongst themselves, clanging about, seemingly untangling themselves, and then the ones shackled to his wrists suddenly came off and flew towards him, wrapping themselves around the legs of the table, securing his hands towards the top corners and once again, leaving him incapacitated. There goes my chance, he thought. Two chains about two feet long suddenly came into view and flew over his body, heading towards his feet and, unsurprisingly, wrapped themselves around his ankles and the two other table legs, holding him spread-eagled over the table top. Bellatrix really had some strange fetishes. Although he reluctantly admitted to himself that he was finding this a tiny bit exciting. He would never let her know that though, not in a million years. He turned his head towards the smiling witch and was about to ask her what she was going to do, when she waved her wand again, causing all his clothes to shimmer away, along with his unasked question.

Satisified with her work, she placed her wand down onto the small table behind her and stepped up to the naked Harry. She eyed his lean figure and his toned muscles, his throbbing manhood, it was almost enough to make her drool. She practically was, in another sense, as she rubbed her thighs together and felt her juices wetting her skin. She steeled herself to hold back her urges to just leap onto him right there and then, and calmly stood next to the table and looked down at the young man. She was thinking about teasing him a little longer when he quietly spoke up. "You're a sick and twisted woman, you know . . . ." Bellatrix just smiled back at him. "Mmmm. But that's what you love about me isn't it, Harry?" She reached out and gently wrapped her fingers around his manhood, stroking him up and down, watching him struggle not with the chains, but with his inner turmoil, she had seen the fire in his eyes flickering in and out for a while now, fighting his own temptation with everything he had. She gave him a few more strokes so that he was completely hard, and then slowly climbed onto the table and straddled his waist, smiling down at him as he looked back up at her in alarm. "I know you want me, Harry . . . ." She reached around her back with one of her hands and started fondling his manhood again, running her fingers up and down his shaft, gently tickling him down below. "Admit it. You're turned on as much as I am . . ." Harry looked back up at her with a mixture of emotions burning in his eyes. Mostly anger, but she knew there was something else swirling inside them. "Ge . . Get off me you . . . you fucking whore . . ." Bellatrix felt herself grow a little more moist. She loved it when men talked dirty to her . . .

She leaned over him and looked down with a hungry gaze. It was barely a whisper. "I'll be your whore anytime, Harry . . . ." She crushed her lips onto his, holding his face in place with her hands as she forced her tongue into his mouth, her nails painfully digging into his jaws. She was so aggressive that he couldn't resist her. Her kiss was filled with so much heat and passion that after a while he found himself reacting, kissing her back, suckling on her swollen lips and roving his tongue around hers. Her lust was contagious. He was furious with himself for responding to her, but his nerves were going wild and he just couldn't hold back any longer.

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He could feel her smiling against his lips. She moved her head back slightly to look down at him, "You're mine now, Harry . . . ." She bent down and kissed him on the lips, on the cheek, across his jaw, on the neck, whispering in between kisses, "And I'm going to fuck you long into the night . . . ." She kissed him on the lips one last time and the looked down at him, smiling attractively. "Would you like that?"

She didn't bother waiting for an answer this time. She lifted herself up and reached down with one of her hands, guiding his manhood towards her entrance. Harry bit his lip and stifled a groan when he felt himself touch her feminine lips, she was already wet for him, he could feel her juices moistening his tip, luring him to slide inside her. A small part of him didn't know whether to love or hate how sexual this woman was.

She guided him, enough for him to part her, and let go as she sank her hips down onto him, both of them moaning as they joined together, feeling the intense sexual pleasure course through their bodies. Bellatrix placed both her hands on Harry's shoulders and started rocking back and forth, reveling in the feeling of him penetrating her, he was better than any toy.

Harry couldn't help it. He started to move his hips in time with hers, pushing himself deeper inside of her; he looked up and saw that she was enjoying it just as much, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was hanging open, emitting small moans every time she sank herself down onto him. Her luscious breasts were swaying in time and he was dying to just carress them, tease her nipples with his fingers and listen to her pleading moans.

As he continued to think about reaching out, he slowly realized that the chains on his wrists were beginning to loosen. He didn't notice it at first, but he started to hear them rattle every time he pulled on them. He looked up and saw that he now had enough leeway to move his hands about, and he felt the same thing with his ankles too. It seemed her holding spells were already wearing out, she obviously wasn't as focused as he thought she was when she cast her spells. He looked up at the beautiful woman on top of him, she still had her eyes closed, oblivious to the fact that her prisoner would be free any second now.

"Mmmm . . . Oh, Harry . . . ." Bellatrix was beginning to moan a little louder now, squeezing his waist with her thighs, rocking her hips faster and faster, not noticing the chain holding Harry's left wrist give way.

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to be continued . . .

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