Torturous Secrets

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TORTUROUS SECRETS


Bellatrix was certain she was being followed that night, though she heard only the footfall of her own high-heeled boots against the cobblestone of Knockturn Alley. Pausing in the shadow of an awning, dim amber light from the street lanterns illuminated only her blood-black lips, curled in a smirk upon her pale face. Turning around, the only person she could see was a hobbled-over old witch in a cloak, limping down the alley. In any case, whoever was following her would soon learn it was not a good idea to try and be coy with Bellatrix Lestrange. She slipped into a doorway nearly hidden by the shadows, and entered the nameless establishment.

Several yards behind the place where the Death Eater had disappeared into the dirty brick building, a witch with an unassuming warty face and slight limp pulled off the hood of her cloak, and peered into the dim light of the alley. Anxiety nudged at Tonks’ stomach, wondering if Bellatrix had seen her just then, or at any point. The auror was careful to change appearances every few hundred feet, something only a metamorphmagus like Nymphadora Tonks could do. But she knew Lestrange was a cunning witch - and a deadly one. Upon closer inspection, Tonks found a doorway in the shadow where Bellatrix was last standing a moment ago. She bit her bottom lip, took a deep breath, and decided to take her chances on what was behind the door.

It was a pub with an inn upstairs, and by the looks of it, an incredibly dank one. The air was thick with the heady mixture of mold and stale tobacco smoke. In the moment it took her to enter the building, Tonks had morphed her appearance again, and this time she resembled a transient young man, gaunt face covered with sparse stubble. She sauntered in, trying to avoid the notice of the equally as seedy clientele, and took a seat in the corner. By the time the barmaid brought her some ale Tonks had spotted Bellatrix. The raven-haired woman was at a table with two very malevolent-faced men, and in the middle of a tense conversation. One of the men pounded his fist on the table, but Bellatrix did not flinch. She only reached out and pushed something small across the table to him. Whatever illicit transaction she was involved in, it mattered little to Tonks. She just needed Bellatrix to be distracted for a few more minutes.

Tonks paid for her ale at the counter and asked for the innkeeper. A stout man with dirty, stained robes came out from the back room, and glared at the young man before him with his offset eyes.

“We’re booked up,” he stated tersely. “You’ll have to go elsewhere.” He turned to walk away, but the clink of a sack of galleons on the grimy counter stopped him. Tonks slid it toward him, and his disgruntled frown faded slightly.

“I don’t need a room,” she said in her best tenor voice. “There’s a hundred Galleons in here. See that woman in black? Has she got a room here?” The soiled innkeeper glanced from Tonks to the sack of money, and back again. He put his chubby hand on the sack, but she pulled it away, slightly shaking her head. “What room?” she pried.

Tonks had guessed right about his unscrupulousness. He leaned in and told her Bellatrix’ room number in a low voice. After she had given him the sack of money, which he quickly tucked away in his robes, she took a second glance at the affair across the room. Bellatrix and the two men were still in conversation. The infamous dark witch had a way about her – dark and alluring, but brimming with cold fire just below the surface, a fire that was not to be played with, no matter how beautiful it seemed. Tonks stared for a moment, then took her eyes away and slipped into the smoky corridor, heading upstairs to the inn rooms.

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Those two insolent fools did not have what Bellatrix wanted. They had strung her along far enough, but she finally stood up and dismissed them. The larger man jumped to his feet and pulled out his wand. Bellatrix swiftly put a Cruciatis curse on him before he had a chance to react. He doubled over in pain, and his partner stared, wide-eyed with fear. The two men scampered away, muttering curses under their breath at Bellatrix before leaving the inn. She composed herself and glanced around the tavern, daring anyone else to take notice of the scene. Not even the barmaid or innkeeper dared to say anything. With a haughty smirk, Bellatrix tucked her wand away and slithered up the stairs.

It had been simple for Tonks to break the locking charm on the decaying door to Bellatrix’ room. The room was equally as musty and stale-scented as the rest of the inn and pub downstairs, and the draping fabric on the four-poster bed was worn and tattered, eaten by moths over the years. Tonks wasted no time and immediately began ransacking the room. When at first she found nothing incriminating, Tonks stomped her foot in frustration, and ran her hands through her short boy hair. A moment later, she was morphed again, this time into something very close to her normal appearance. Tonks had grown long and very fine violet hair, which matched her full lips. She sighed and listened for footsteps approaching. When it was silent she continued her search.

There was nothing of magical import to be found, but she did discover leather restraints and other torture devices she was unfamiliar with. Tonks raised an eyebrow, disturbed but intrigued. She suddenly felt flushed and warm under her cloak, so she pried open the only small window in the room. An icy breeze wafted in, but did little to clear up the staleness of the air inside.

With every passing second, she grew more and more nervous that Bellatrix could be coming up the stairs or on the other side of the door, and Tonks would be discovered. It was only a matter of time now, and a matter of games: cat and mouse, predator and prey. There was a reason Bellatrix had been in Azkaban for so many years, and a reason she had escaped. She was an uncontrollable, dark force.

Bellatrix knew at once that there was someone in her room, even before her long talon-like hand reached for the doorknob. She halted and narrowed her dark eyes, detesting the intruder who dared sneak past her that evening. Her suspicions from earlier that evening were confirmed – her pursuer was now in this room, and probably waiting in attack. With a swoosh of her cloak, Bellatrix turned on her heel and away from the door. No one was going to take her by surprise. No one played at Bellatrix’ own game and won. Bellatrix closed her eyes, transfiguring instantly, and a shiny blue-black raven flew out a nearby window.

Tonks stiffened and held her breath - she thought she had heard the creak of someone standing just outside. Pulling her wand out, she crept up to the door and grasped the cold knob firmly. Her heart leapt when she yanked it open, but there was no one standing in the corridor. There was, however, a single black feather floating to the floor, and a smoky black residue in the air.

With a sharp intake of breath, the realization flashed in her mind. Tonks spun around just as she heard the flapping of wings through the window. Bellatrix Lestrange stood before her with an angry, sadistic expression on her face. It changed quickly into a twisted grin, and Tonks shuddered to imagine what pleased Bellatrix so.

Bellatrix lunged forward and aimed her wand at Tonks’ throat. “You’re a tricky wench, you are,” she drawled in a velvety voice. Using her free hand, she grabbed the wrist in which Tonks was holding her wand and dug her black claws in tightly. “Morphed three different times thinking I wouldn’t notice you were following me.” Her curved dark crimson lips formed a smile. She looked over Tonks like a spider that’d just caught a fly in her lethal web.

“Bellatrix,” she sneered, scowling at the witch who held her captive. She tried unavailingly to pry her wrist away from the dark woman’s grip. “You’re clever, I give you that. No one has any idea you’re an animagus, you know. But perhaps you’re not as clever as you think. Took you two blocks and three disguises to figure out anyone was trailing you at all. Tisk tisk.”

The smile faded quickly from Bellatrix’ face, turning into a snarl. She dug her talons further into Tonks’ arm, causing the violet-haired auror to scream in agony and drop her wand. Bellatrix’ sadistic grin returned.

“You’ll think twice about playing games with me, you silly girl,” she scolded and took a few steps back. Her wand was still trained at Tonks’ pale throat. “Imperio!” chanted Bellatrix with a flick of her wand.

“No!” Tonks shouted, choking as her words were cut short. The raven-haired woman slithered over to an aging, faded red velvet chair in the corner and took a comfortable viewing seat, keeping her eyes steady on her prey. Tonks’ body went stiff, and she slowly started to remove her clothing. She took off her long cloak and the jacket underneath, dropping them to the floor. Under the curse, she ripped off her blouse, tearing several buttons, and peeled off her trousers. Tonks obeyed Bellatrix’ every thought as she sat with evil serenity in the corner of the room, until she stood before the dark witch wearing nothing but calf-high boots, panties, and a camisole. The expression on her face read spite, and every hair on her skin stood up from the chilly breeze leaking into the room.

“Excellent,” beamed Bellatrix, rising from the chair. She floated over to Tonks and ran her long fingers over her bare shoulders and neck, circling her like a wolf. Tonks’ chest rose up and down as she panted through her repressed anger and anticipation. She could smell the musky scent of Bellatrix’ hair and warm breath as she encircled Tonks like she was going to devour the young woman. Bellatrix pushed herself against Tonks from behind and leaned into her ear, whispering, “You have no idea what I could do to you, you insolent amateur. Thought you could outsmart me, did you?” She let her warm breath fall onto Tonks’ lobe before she took it in her teeth and gave it a nibble.

She gasped and shivered when Bellatrix did this. Cold air from the tiny window forced her nipples to stand on end. Tonks felt as though they’d cut through the sheer fabric of her camisole – it was almost painful, but definitely and frighteningly arousing. Bellatrix noticed her erect nipples and let out a delighted cackle.

“This is truly a great deal of fun for me, but you’re making it far too easy,” she feigned a pouty expression. Waving her wand, she removed the Imperius curse and Tonks’ body relaxed immediately. Tonks shot Bellatrix a hateful glance.

“You vile woman,” sputtered Tonks. “Now who’s playing games? You think you can get away with this?” Tonks glanced at her wand lying on the floor a few feet away, but Bellatrix noticed this as well. She kicked the wand so it rolled under the velvet chair and grabbed Tonks by her throat. With one strong movement, Bellatrix shoved the auror against the wall and pushed her body against Tonks, forcefully sliding one leg in between hers and nudging her thigh against Tonks’ pubis. Bellatrix waved her wand, and Tonks’ arms were pinned to her sides.

Tonks groaned and tried to move her arms, but could barely squirm with Bellatrix against her. The thigh between her legs impeded any movement, and sent sharp but pleasurable sensations up her body. This alarmed Tonks, and she closed her eyes and swallowed the lump in her throat. She could feel the soft mounds of Bellatrix’ breasts pressed against her, and it made her legs grow weak. The dark witch let out a shrill little laugh, seemingly pleased that Tonks was struggling and nervous.

“I think I’ll get away with whatever I want,” drawled Bellatrix. Her dark eyes locked with Tonks, then moved down her body with a smile. Bellatrix ran her hand down the length of Tonks’ torso, and spread her fingers around the woman’s thigh. “Like I did last time, and the time before that. Poor, poor Nymphadora. No matter how many times you attempt to track me, you always come up empty handed. Why is that?” Bellatrix was being ruthlessly snide in her tone, and Tonks sneered at her.

“Torture me all you want,” Tonks said between clenched teeth. “I’ll never crack. I’ll never tell you anything.” Bellatrix did not flinch, but kept her evil grin.

“Accio restraints,” she chanted, and the leather goods that Tonks had unearthed before were suddenly in her hand. Tonks seized the brief moment when Bellatrix had something in her hands, and pushed the woman forcefully onto the bed. Bellatrix was too quick – she pulled Tonks with her by the arms, even as she shouted and flailed, and rolled to land on top of her. This time Bellatrix straddled Tonks, her weight pinning the auror to the bed. She slapped on the leather restraints and tightened them, a silver chain connecting the two wrist pieces. Bellatrix pulled Tonks by the chain, forcing her further onto the bed. She waved her wand, and suddenly the chain was immobilized in one place, as though on an invisible hook at the head of the bed frame. Bellatrix let out an amused snigger as Tonks violently shook her head to get the long, violet hair out of her eyes and mouth.

“I’ve only just begun my games, wench,” she drawled, once again in her velvety voice. Bellatrix shed her own cloak, revealing a tight black corset and leather pants underneath. She sat atop Tonks’ groin and dipped her hips to grind them silkily against Tonks. Bellatrix ran her hands up Tonks’ torso, starting at her navel and up the thin camisole, finding the rock-hard roundness of her nipples. She ran the tips of her fingers over and around each nipple, and cupped Tonks’ breasts, squeezing them just forcefully enough to make Tonks moan with anticipation. A warm current of arousal flowed up from between Tonks’ legs. The sensation heightened as it mixed with the scent of leather and tickle of Bellatrix’ black hair, which hung in snake-like cascades and brushed against her bare flesh.

Bellatrix smirked when Tonks moaned and started to writhe, because she knew just how warm it was making her, and just how moist. “I should leave you here, like this. That, I believe would be torture enough,” she said teasingly as sat back and stripped her own pants off. Soon Bellatrix was sitting over Tonks in just a corset, halfway laced up and letting her breast rest on top.

Tonks caught her breath, overcome with sensation. “It doesn’t matter, Lestrange. I told you, you’re not getting anything out of me.” Bellatrix reached out and grabbed Tonks by her nearly-transparent undershirt. She ripped if off of her with an angry roar, and threw it to the side.

“We’ll just see about that,” sneered Bellatrix. “I’ll have you singing by the end of the night.” Leaning forward, the Death Eater laid her body atop of Tonks and traced her warm tongue down the side of Tonks’ neck. She licked her lips and ran them down to the base of her neck, breathing warmly against her skin.

Tonks whimpered as Bellatrix slid down the length of her body slowly, until her mouth hovered atop Tonks’ hard, blushing nipple. With the tip of her moist tongue, Bellatrix flicked each nipple lightly, going back and forth to each breast until she heard her whimpering turn into a deep moan. When Tonks’ nipples were warm and moist from her mouth, Bellatrix moved her arm down the auror’s thigh and traced her fingers slowly until they found the smooth fabric of her panties.

Bellatrix curved her hand and slipped her fingers under the fabric, mixing them with the moist hairs underneath. She enclosed Tonks’ nipple completely in her mouth, and gave it a throbbing suckle – at the same time, she slipped her fingers into the parting of warm flesh. Tonks moaned even louder, nearly screaming at the intense and sudden pleasure of this. Bellatrix knew that the slower she went, the more torturous it would be. She stroked the swollen clit lightly at first, then deepened the pressure. Tonks arched her back underneath the agile body of her captor, and moan in rhythm to the strokes.

The Death Eater looked up at the tortured face of the auror. It wouldn’t be long now before she’d be begging her – Tonks was in her control now. Bellatrix cupped her hand against her pubis, and used two fingers to lightly stroke her clit as she leaned forward to suck on Tonks’ neck. Tonks thrashed and bucked her hips to Bellatrix’ teasing movement, and looked into her dark eyes with an intense rage.

Bellatrix curved her crimson lips into a smirk and leaned her head toward Tonks. She licked the other woman’s lips lightly and took her bottom lip into her mouth, sucking it gently. Tonks breathed in and moaned into her mouth, “Bellatrix.” She lifted her head, and took the fullness of the evil woman’s lips into her own. Bellatrix returned the passion, letting her moist tongue find the other woman’s, all the while with her fingers still in motion in Tonks’ panties.

The dark witch pulled away and caught her breath, glaring at Tonks’ desperate expression in the dim light of the room. Her body was gyrating now to the motion of Bellatrix fingers, and her whimpers grew frequent, rhythmical. Bellatrix grinned again, and with a deep smirk, pulled away from her sweating, panting prey.

She laced her fingers together and stared intensely at Tonks. “Now, tell me,” she said slowly. “Who sent you? Is it those bloody gits at the Ministry?”

Tonks tried to sit up, pulling on the chains that were magically bound to the headboard. She swallowed and slowed her breathing, then licked her lips. A strange, crazed grin grew on Tonks’ face, and she began to laugh at Bellatrix. She shook her head, still chuckling. “Give it up, Lestrange. I won’t tell you,” Tonks said firmly.

“Fool!” spat Bellatrix, enraged. She pulled out her wand again, this time forcing Tonks’ legs to fly apart, her ankles magically bound to the edges of the bed. Crawling over her bound victim, Bellatrix pressed her lips against Tonks’ in a hard and deep embrace, biting her lip as she pulled away. Tonks heard the ripping of fabric as Bellatrix tore off her panties, leaving the auror nude and bound on the bed. Bellatrix crawled backwards down the bed like a snake until her face was between the woman’s thighs. Her long fingers quickly found Tonks’ folds, and separated them as Bellatrix leaned in and started lapping at her clit.

Tonks tipped her head back and moaned terribly, writhing under the intense sensation of Bellatrix as she ran her tongue back and forth over the already swollen clit – just light enough to seem like sheer torture. The dark witch’s flowing black hair was sprawled over Tonks’ thighs and abdomen like a dark, liquid power was emanating from that place on her body. When Tonks was near the point of crying because her body craved more, Bellatrix gave it to her. She slipped one, and then several of her fingers inside the auror, entering her in rhythm to the lapping of her tongue.

Tonks screamed, and panting furiously, began bucking her hips to the intensely pleasurable dual sensation. Like the dark magic of Bellatrix was rising through her skin, Tonks hair began to turn darken, starting at the roots, until her dark violet hair had streaks of black in it. She could almost hear the dark witch laughing with evil delight as Tonks came hard and deeply, pulsating under the touch of Bellatrix.

Bellatrix crawled off the bed, standing beside her prisoner and licking her long, wet fingers with a malevolent grin. “I have all night, mind you, silly girl,” she drawled. “And look at you, lying there powerless already.” She smirked and waved her wand, lighting a few candles in the room. Bellatrix was right. Tonks turned her head lifelessly and glared at her, completely spent, muscles limp. Or, at least that’s what she wanted the Death Eater to think.

“You’re…evil,” Tonks said breathlessly, watching Bellatrix as she stripped off her leather pants and unraveled the top of her corset. Then she went to the shabby dresser and began pulling out other leather instruments – a dangerous looking whip and something that resembled a gag. Tonks waited for exactly the right moment, when Bellatrix’ back was to her, and chanted clearly, “Accio wand!” Her wand flew from under the chair and into Tonks’ hand instantly.

Bellatrix swung around, a look of livid malice on her face, but it was too late. Tonks had un-bound her arms and legs, and had her wand trained on the Death Eater. She shivered slightly from the cold air and weak muscles from coming so intensely only moments before. “Expelliarmus,” she shouted, and knocked the wand and whip out of Bellatrix’ hands. Soon, she had the black witch pinned against the wall in a similar manner as she had been before. Revenge was sweet.

After she had managed to tie and gag Bellatrix and place an anti-transfiguration charm on her, Tonks pulled on her pants and cloak and smiled vengefully at the restrained witch. Bellatrix shot her back a deadly glare. “Didn’t I say you wouldn’t get away with it?” Tonks chirped and approached Bellatrix, hovering barely an inch away from her body. She closed the distance and ran her hands over Bellatrix’ body, then up to her exposed breasts. Tonks looked Bellatrix in her dark eyes and leaned in, sucking gently on the bound woman’s nipple while twisting the other one lightly between her fingers. When Bellatrix began to moan beneath the gag, Tonks let her tongue flick the erect nipple hard, then bit it just so. She knew Bellatrix could handle it rough.

She let her tongue wander over to the other nipple and performed the same, then slid her hand down between Bellatrix’ legs. Bellatrix moaned louder beneath the leather as Tonks found her swollen clit immediately. Her fingers glided over it firmly again and again, then she quickened the pace as Bellatrix began to buck under her teasing. When Tonks could feel her hand was wet with Bellatrix’ arousal, she entered her in a smooth motion. Bellatrix closed her eyes, riding Tonks hand as she came within moments, hard and abrupt.

Tonks stood back and smiled, then removed the gag from Bellatrix face. Bellatrix took a deep breath and panted, her eyes like an angry, captive beast that could not attack. “When I find you again, I’ll tear you apart. Mark my words,” Bellatrix sneered as Tonks pulled back her black-streaked purple hair and tucked it behind her ears. Tonks raised her wand threateningly and looked into the woman’s eyes. She lunged, and kissed Bellatrix hard, suckling her lips sensually and letting her tongue linger. When she pulled away, Bellatrix was seething and panting. Tonks just smiled, then opened the door and left.


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Later at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Tonks sat at the long dining table and accepted a steaming hot cup of tea from Dumbledore. She pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders, trying to keep warm and stop the shivering. Her wrists had been bandaged, and she held a cold compress to her split lip.

“There, there, Tonks,” said Dumbledore in a grandfatherly tone. “Bellatrix Lestrange is one of the most cunning and malicious dark witches among Voldemort’s followers. You are lucky to have escaped with your life.”

Tonks sipped on her tea and glanced at Severus Snape who was sitting across the table from her. He crossed his arms and looked down his nose at Tonks, eying her suspiciously behind strands of his black hair.

“I would agree with you, Dumbledore,” Snape drawled in his usual snide tone. “But why must we continue to take risks by sending an amateur auror after a very infamous Death Eater?”

Dumbledore patiently glanced from Tonks to Snape and patted the young woman on the hand. “By returning from the clutches of Lestrange several times now, I think our young auror has only proven that she has keen survival abilities,” Dumbledore responded. He drank the last of his tea and rose from his seat, placing a hand on Snape’s shoulder. “When you’re ready to resume your mission, Tonks, the Order will stand by you. Now, I bid you goodnight.”

When Dumbledore had retired to his chambers, Snape sneered at Tonks and rose out of his seat to leave. She gave him a weak smile and took a sip of her tea. “Amateur am I?” she grinned sardonically. “I think you’re just jealous, Severus. Had a few run-ins with Lestrange yourself in the past, haven’t you?”

Snape glared at her and turned on his heel to storm away, his black cloak billowing behind him. “It is late. You’re exhausted, I’m sure,” was all he said as he stormed away. It was true. She would sleep well that night.