Queen of the Night

Queen of the Night: Chapter Two

Disclaimer: I own nothing but myself...how sad is that?

Author’s Note: Okay, so it took FOREVER for me to write another chapter, but here it is. I’ll try to go slower, as the first chapter was written VERY quickly and showed that. Now remember, if it’s rated Mature, it’s MATURE. You’ve been warned. I’ve been getting complaints about my graphic rapes (on FanFiction.net, not AdultFanFiction.net), so please read all the warnings. Thanks


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Ginny awoke to an apparition pop, and she automatically thought she was back home.

“Fred, George, stop apparating from room to room. It’s loud and annoying.”

Expecting to feel her twin brothers bounce on her bed or laugh and make fun, she shot straight up when she heard a tiny voice clear their throat and speak.

“Minny is sorry Miss, but Master has asked that she take care of you. It is a big honor to serve his queen, and Minny will get you whatever you wants, Miss...err, I mean Missus...Madame. Your majesty?”

Ginny wiped the sleep from her weary eyes and turned to the small creature.

“Ginny will be fine, Minny.”

Minny (even Ginny had heard the muggle Disney stories, so Minnie Mouse immediately came to mind) was slightly smaller than Dobby and surprisingly well dressed. She expected any house-elf employed by Voldemort to be in worse shape than Kreacher or Dobby, but she was wrong. Minny had on a small sun dress that looked to almost be made for a doll, and it had a floral print all over it. The background was a light sky blue, and the flowers were a pretty gold color. She had a bit more hair than most house-elves, and it was in adorable little curls on the top of her head. She wore a yellow ribbon with white polka-dots to tie the curls, and she had on a very small strand of fake pearls around her tiny neck. She was even wearing shoes She had on navy blue patent mary-janes with little bells on the heels so the guests could hear her coming. Her tiny fingernails were painted red, and she looked like a little doll. Minny’s face was quite pretty for a house-elf, and her enormous green eyes were kind and innocent. Ginny immediately relaxed and thanked God for a kind soul in this pit of hell. She sat up and swung her legs to the floor to stand up. She stretched, but realized all too soon that she was completely naked. Shrieking, she grabbed the comforter and wrapped it around her body. She expected Minny to be shocked or embarrassed, but when she looked at the little female, she was holding her hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle. Ginny blushed crimson and looked to Minny for an explanation.

“Minny did not mean to laugh Miss Ginny, but Master has asked her to bathe you anyway, so Miss Ginny should not be embarrassed in front of Minny.”

Ginny looked down and smiled back at her. It wasn’t her fault that her master was a bastard who had forced her into marriage and raped her. She nodded slightly and dropped the blanket before moving to the vanity and getting a dressing gown. She felt better fully clothed. With the mention of a bath, Ginny realized that she still had dried semen and blood coating her thighs. A bath sounded incredibly good right now, and maybe she could wash Tom’s...no, Voldemort’s...scent off her body. Deciding that it was best to take one step at a time, she looked to Minny.

“Well, Minny, is it alright for me to take my bath now? I can really wash myself though.”

Minny nodded.

“Minny is sorry, Miss, but Master has said that Miss Ginny is not to be alone while she eats and bathes.”

Ginny sighed in defeat and nodded. She began to head toward the door connecting to the bathroom (she assumed), but Minny stopped her with a hand on her leg.

“That be the closet Miss Ginny. The bathroom is over here.” She gestured to the other side of the room with her bony finger, “And Minny will get the water ready first.”

The elf smiled at the thought of doing something useful, and went through the door to do her task. Ginny sat down in a chair by a window and stared out. It was probably early afternoon, and she wasn’t surprised at all that she had slept so long. After all, she had been kidnapped, stunned, forcefully married and raped for her virginity all on one night. She actually wished that she had never woken up. This was too surreal and awful of a situation to be true. Looking down at her left hand, she nearly growled when she saw the “wedding” band. She uselessly tried to take it off, but it was permanently bonded to her skin.

While she despaired over her horrible luck, Minny came back in.

“Miss Ginny’s bath is ready. Minny put rose oil in the water since she didn’t know Miss Ginny’s favorite scent. Is that alright?”

Ginny nodded kindly and stood up to follow. When she was in the bathroom, Minny closed the door and reached for Ginny’s robe. Ginny helped and slid it off before stepping into the large marble bathtub. She sunk into the water (it was at a perfect temperature) and sighed in pleasure. It eased the soreness between her legs and relaxed her muscles. In fact, it did so very quickly and suspiciously. Looking in surprise to the elf, Minny looked down sheepishly.

“Minny put in a drop of Minny’s special healing oil. She thought that Miss Ginny might like it. Please don’t tell Master He gets angry when Minny does things without his orders...”

Her large green eyes begged Ginny and Ginny was suddenly reminded painfully of the boy she loved with green eyes. Closing her eyes, she felt tears coming on, but refused to let them fall. Harry would save her. He had to. He was Harry Potter. But would he want her after she was tainted and married to his mortal enemy? That was another matter entirely, but Ginny didn’t want to think about that right now.

“It is our little secret, Minny. Thank you very much.”

She hid her distress and gave Minny a wink. Minny smiled broadly and took a sponge. Ginny had to admit that it was a bit...ok, more than a bit...embarrassing to have someone else wash her, but she didn’t have much of a choice, and Minny wouldn’t be happy unless she allowed her to. Leaning back while the elf washed her hair, she got a good look at the bathroom. It was unlike any bathroom she had ever seen. The entire floor, bathtub, shower, toilet and sink were made out of pure black and white swirled marble. The ceiling was a beautiful plaster molding with carvings of mythological creatures and stories. It was pure white. She closed her eyes and let Minny wash her hair and body. It was truly relaxing, and Minny worked gently and efficiently. She had done her feet and lower legs, back, face, hands, arms and hair before the door opened. Minny dropped the sponge in the tub, and Ginny tried to gather enough bubbles to cover her sufficiently. They both looked at the visitor and gasped. Minny dropped to her hands and knees while Ginny simply swallowed nervously and then returned an icy stare. Tom Riddle...no, Voldemort...was standing there in all his glory. He had perfectly tailored black slacks and a black silk shirt. Ginny was surprised that he wore such muggle clothing, but she had to admit that he looked very handsome. The devil in disguise. He was wearing an evil smirk before waving Minny away and walking in the bathroom. Minny looked back to Ginny with an apologetic look before apparating away.

Tom walked toward the tub and rolled up his sleeves. Refusing to show her hatred or fear of this man, Ginny simply covered her privates with one hand and her breasts with the other arm before speaking. She didn’t even turn to look at her “husband.”

“If you don’t mind, I am trying to attend to my personal hygiene. Please leave me.”

Tom simply chuckled and shook his head.

“No. I do, in fact, mind, and I will help you.”

Ginny snorted and turned to glare at him.

“I can bathe myself perfectly fine, thank you.”

Tom nodded but didn’t leave.

“I am sure you can, my queen, but I was lonely and I want to...help.”

He said help with a sarcastic lilt and leaned over the tub rim to reach for the sponge. On the quest, he sensually brushed her skin with each search until he finally found it. Bringing it up, he squeezed a bit of the excess water out and took his other hand to remove her arm covering her chest. She tried to cover them back up, but he simply held it firmly. She wasn’t willing to move the hand covering her “other” area, so she resigned herself to his plans for the moment. He lightly rubbed the sponge in circles around her breasts and nipples, and would alternate between harder and faster strokes and soft feathery ones. Her nipples began to respond, and she cursed them inwardly. She hated this much more than the rape, since he would leave thinking she wanted him. Stupid body... Next, he slid the sponge down her stomach to dip in her belly button and then slipped right past to her thighs. He washed the outside and then moved to the inside. He whispered a spell that sent her covering hand to the side of the bathtub...stuck. She growled in frustration, and he simply laughed. Taking the sponge, he delicately washed away all the cum and blood from the previous night’s activities and then dropped the sponge back into the water. He was already hard, and he could tell that she was unwillingly turned on as well. Casually lifting her from the water, he carried her into the bed and waved his hand to dry her completely. He laid her down and she predictably tried to scramble away, but he whispered again to have her arms tied to the headboard and her legs spread to the sides. She scowled and turned to the side. She could at least ignore his attentions and try to think about something else. However, when he didn’t remove his clothes, she was confused. She looked down at him and gasped when he moved forward to capture a nipple in his mouth. He suckled and pulled before nipping lightly and then licking away the pain. He alternated this treatment to both breasts and she gritted her teeth against the pleasure. He moved further up and kissed the corner of her mouth, the shell of her ear, her collarbone and her neck. She couldn’t help her heart beat speed up to match the flowing sensation in her body, and he noticed...unfortunately. With a smile of masculine triumph, he kissed her softly on the lips and then moved all the way down to her core. She was surprised, but gasped louder when he blew on the already moist opening. He moved closer and stuck his tongue out to lightly touch her clitoris and she jumped. He smirked and then softly began to suckle the nub. Each suckle sent an electric current through Ginny and she could feel herself becoming wetter by the second. He could too and began to lick up and down her slit. She squirmed out of embarrassment and pleasure, and then finally moaned when he took his finger and began to expertly control her passion. She didn’t care that it wasn’t Harry anymore, and she didn’t care that it was Voldemort. All that mattered was that the man kept doing that. And kept up he did. He alternated strokes and used his tongue with experience. She kept rising and he would stop. She would rise again and she would nearly beg when he’d stop again. Finally, she couldn’t take anymore and she yelled out.

“Please Please, merlin...please...”

This had been the surrender he’d been waiting for, so he spoke against her entrance.

“Please what? Little one...”

She was breathing heavily.
“Please let me...let me...”

“Let you what?”

“Come Please let me come...I’m begging you.”

“And who are you begging?”

She paused and tried to control her pleasure, but he sent her to the edge again and backed off. She cried tears of frustration.

“You I’m begging you...”

“And who am I?”

“Tom...Tom...my...husband...”

He smiled and rewarded her by stopping the teasing and sucking the clit once more and reaching up to pinch a nipple. She clenched and spasmed...She screamed and cried...She moaned and gasped...She twisted and arched...It was everything an orgasm should be, and Tom was in awe of the beautiful sight. She was magnificent, and she was all his. He kept up the attention until her sweaty body calmed down and she collapsed from exhaustion. She couldn’t even speak, and Tom secretly congratulated himself on getting one step closer to the ideal queen.

Standing up, he removed her bonds and let her sleep. He was hard as a rock, but he had other ways to relieve that. He knew that she would be too sore today, so he planned on simply pleasuring her and earning some more points in his favor. Leaving the room, he walked to his study and nodded when he saw Bellatrix there. She looked on him with adoring eyes and bowed.

“Stay on your knees.”

She obeyed and he moved closer. His cock was within inches of her bowed head and he spoke again.

“You know what to do...”

She looked up seductively and nodded. Taking her elegant hands, she rubbed them up his slacks and over the bulge that was already there. He gritted his teeth as she cupped him through the material. She placed a kiss on the front and then unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. He held up and hand and motioned for her to follow him as he moved to a chair. He leaned back and let her take his boxers down next. She moved up and licked a straight line along the underside of his rock hard dick. She swirled her tongue around the head and then took him into her mouth. She expertly sucked and licked every inch and crevice. She covered the underside, stroked his base and moistened the tip before sucking strongly. She moved forward for a better angle and then began to take him all in. She passed his head, the shaft and finally reached the base. She was deep throating him completely. She had learned this trick a long time ago, and she could do it easily for long periods of time. Using a hand to cup his balls softly, she used her gag reflex to massage the head of his cock and moaned deeply causing the vibration to further his pleasure. It worked, and he moaned. Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her off and motioned that he was almost there. She massaged his balls lightly and began to suckle the head again while wrapping one hand around the base and pumping. He clenched his jaw and imagined that it was Ginevra doing this. He pictured her red hair fanned around his cock and her own beautiful lips deep throating him for mutual pleasure. As he pictured her large eyes looking seductively up at him through her dark lashes, he held Bellatrix’s head still while he exploded into her mouth. He seemed to eject more than his usual amount, and Bellatrix noted that his animalistic moans were more passionate this time. She didn’t want to think about the reason behind this, she just tried to imagine it was because of her. She swallowed every last drop and licked any excess off around his cock. He slumped in the chair and pushed her away. He waited a bit before standing and readjusting his pants. Once he looked decent, he walked out of the room without another word to the female death eater and went to Ginny’s chamber to watch her sleep.

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