The Rapunzel Syndrome

They caught her on Platform Nine and Three Quarters, once the most prestigious rail in Britain, now a literally underground railroad for wizarding refugees. Andromeda was a pureblood, but being the sister of two prominent Death Eaters and marrying a Muggle-born made her not want to take any chances.

Before she knew it, four wizards had spouted masks and wands. The next few moments were an eternity of Unforgivable Curses. Andromeda closed her eyes. Expecting death. A stun spell hit her and when she opened her eyes, she was in Azkaban. Bellatrix’s old cell. She had visited on occasion and recognized the pro-Voldemort rhetoric tattooed all over the walls. Bella had kept busy.

She felt the visitor’s chill as a Dementor probed her mind, then it was off. She relieved herself on the toilet, cleaned herself up as best she could at the sink. Her wand had been taken, which was no surprise, and she’d been dressed in dull gray rags. Andromeda stepped away from the door as it suddenly swung open, despite the fact that it lacked a doorknob. Bellatrix and Narcissa were on the other side.

They had always been slender, but Andromeda’s last memory of Bella painted her as skeletal. She had filled out, a second puberty; her cheeks full, her hair thick. Narcissa was the same as ever, although her face was a little more pinched than usual. Her hair had grown out and Bellatrix played with it, like a game of footsie or goosing someone.

“Come here to kill me at last, sisters?” Andromeda asked.

Bellatrix laughed as she dragged Narcissa inside. “Kill you? I’ve been keeping you safe. You’ve embarrassed the Black name a great deal, but it’s not too late to shed that Tonks from your name. Nymphadora will have to prove herself, of course, if you convince her to come over to our side…”

“I’d rather die.”

Bellatrix’s eyes narrowed. A twitch of her wand and the door slammed shut behind her. “Perhaps later. For now, I’ve expended a great deal of effort to keep your blood-betraying hide alive. Payback time.”

She shoved Narcissa into Andromeda, transitioning the blonde’s dress into a watery shade of its past self and ripping it from Narcissa’s body with her wand. It swam in the air before Bellatrix returned it to its former state, letting it pile on the ground. Narcissa hit Andromeda, smiling just a little as she tackled her to the bed. The mattress was hard until Bellatrix, hovering around them like a shadow, thoughtfully softened it with magic.

“Cissy, what…?” Andromeda began, slipping back to Narcissa’s old pet name.

“We’re going to be a family again!” Narcissa was kissing Andromeda’s lips, her cheeks, her neck.

Narcissa’s wand had landed on top of her clothes. Andromeda embraced Narcissa and rolled them off the bed, returning a kiss. Narcissa whooped with delight on their landing and Andromeda reached for the wand. Bellatrix stepped on her hand, pinning it at the wrist.

“Naughty, naughty.” Bellatrix stripped off her ankle-length skirt. Her legs were bare except for silk stockings. Her hip was bare except for the garter belt that bracketed her pussy. “I like naughty. Cissy, turn her over.”

Narcissa rolled over so that Andromeda was on top of her. Bellatrix’s wand sliced through the back of Andromeda’s drab coveralls and both sisters peeled it from her. Narcissa spread her legs and pulled Andromeda into her, submitting to her. The friction of their pussies together almost made Andromeda weep.

“You’ll see Draco and Lucius,” Narcissa blabbed. “Oh, how little Draco’s grown. And Lucius, too… more handsome.”

“Shush, Cissy.” Bellatrix dragged Andromeda forward by the hair with unseemly strength, depositing her nude body on Narcissa’s face. “Put that tongue to better use.”

Andromeda moaned as Narcissa did so. She hated to admit it, but she had missed this. Bellatrix’s fierce nature and Narcissa’s loving pliancy appealed to every one of her baser instincts. She felt the cool tip of Bellatrix’s wand trace down her spine as Bellatrix straddled Narcissa’s hips, grinning evilly as she scissored her legs with Narcissa’s. Andromeda could tell from the sudden plunge of Narcissa’s tongue that Bellatrix was taking her as a man took a woman. Bellatrix was hardly one to let her lack of a phallus deny her that.

As proven by the wand Bellatrix was forcing into Andromeda’s mouth.

“Suck on it, Ann.” Bellatrix was licking her lips. “Suck on it like it was your mud-blood husband’s cock. Suck on it or I’ll blow your head off with a spell so foul your half-blood daughter won’t recognize you at your own funeral.”

Between Andromeda’s legs, Narcissa’s eyes were wide and pleading. She was frantically eating Andromeda out and the mix of sex and danger was getting Bellatrix off as much as Andromeda.

She sucked, taking in as much as she could without gagging, and Bellatrix cackled. She kissed Andromeda for the first time, on the back of the neck, and patted Narcissa’s rump good-naturedly.

“See, Cissy? You just have to be firm with them.” The lubricated wand popped out of Andromeda’s mouth and was slipped between her asscheeks. “Firm and hard.”

She aimed it straight and true at the tiny opening of Andromeda’s ass. The wand tip, pulsating with raw magic, came against the defenseless orifice, and Bellatrix pushed hard.

"You're hurting me!" Andromeda cried, only a half-truth. She wouldn’t mention the pleasure for all the gold in Gringotts. "Stop, please, Bellatrix!"

“I’m your sister. Call me Bella.” Bella grunted with the effort as she felt the opening give a little. "It's tighter than hell!"

"It'll go in," Narcissa encouraged faithfully in-between licks.

"Bellatrix… Bella… you'll split me apart!" Andromeda screamed.

"It’d serve you right if I did!" Bellatrix countered. "Push your ass back against me just like you did for Ted. PUSH, GODDAMN YOU!" Her free hand came down in a stinging slap against Andromeda’s quaking buttocks and the Death Eaters grinned at her sharp scream of pain. “Cissy, don’t just lie there like a lump, help your sister out.”

Narcissa nodded as best she could with Andromeda’s clit in her mouth, then reached around Andromeda’s hips and spread her asscheeks. Andromeda screamed as the wand probed deeper.

“You always did think the sun shone out of your ass,” Bellatrix taunted, slowly rotating the wand. “You were right. Luminok apollos.”

A small orb of light warmed Andromeda’s bowels. The tennis-ball-sized sun was so bright that it shone through Andromeda’s flesh, alighting on Narcissa’s face.

“Swear allegiance to the Dark Lord.” Bellatrix dragged the sun at the end of her wand through Andromeda’s rectum, back and forth, sometimes almost pulling it out of her anus with painful force.

“Fuck yourself,” Andromeda returned, on the cusp of orgasm, her hands in Narcissa’s hair.

“Be that way. You’ll come around.”

And with that, Bellatrix shoved the wand in as far as it would go.

At first Andromeda was sure that she was being ripped apart. But now that Bellatrix was buried so deeply inside her, the sensation gradually evolved from pain to arousal. Again she screamed; this time with desire ... a wildly insane desire to offer Bellatrix her ass to be used just as she’d offered her cunt and mouth so long ago.

Bellatrix unlocked herself from Narcissa’s warm, wet pussy to lie down flat across her pale body. They resumed their frottage. So reoriented, Bellatrix could see Andromeda’s cruelly stretched little anus clenching and unclenching spasmodically around the wand’s handle. She stopped pushing then, knowing that Ted Tonks had never been man enough to take Andromeda’s anal cherry and the virgin ass would have to adjust to Bellatrix’s wand. Even knowing that, she couldn’t help the occasional teasing flick of her wand. Each time it spasmed, the movement brought forth another moan from Andromeda’s lips. Even Narcissa had never been so hot to be touched.

Andromeda writhed between her siblings. The mingled sensations of hurt, embarrassment, and wildly uninhibited passion were overwhelming in their combined force. Of the two women who nature had never intended for her to couple with, one was fucking her where nature had never intended for her to be fucked. It was wrong, it was obscene, and she had missed it without ever knowing what it was.

The middle sister, in both senses of the word, began to climax. Bucking and heaving, she fucked between Narcissa’s tongue and Bellatrix’s wand. The hot flood of her juices hit Narcissa’s face, overflowing it and sticking in her hair.

“You taste so different from Bella…” Narcissa said dreamily as she came, the grind of Bellatrix’s pussy against her own leaving her no choice.

The wand withdrew from Andromeda’s clenching rear and was aimed at Bellatrix’s own cunt. “Orgasmus aros,” Bellatrix cast. Magically-induced orgasms were never as satisfying as the real thing, but they had their time and place.

The three climaxing sisters collapsed against each other, the only stitch of clothing among them Bellatrix’s top. Narcissa took that off for her and cuddled, smushing Bellatrix and Andromeda together within her arms.

For a time they slept. In the morning, Bellatrix and Andromeda dressed quietly. Bellatrix cast a spell that left a virtual horn of plenty for breakfast, but she didn’t stay to eat it. Narcissa did, cutting Andromeda’s pancakes for her as the prisoner wouldn’t be allowed a knife. Andromeda didn’t get dressed, but did drape a bedsheet around herself.

“Why do you resist? I can’t put my finger on it. You know she’s just going to get what she wants,” Cissy said. These days she was forlorn instead of giggly after sex. It was a change Ann didn’t care for.

Andromeda picked at her eggs. “Have you ever met Nymphadora?”

Narcissa shook her head.

“She’s perfect. I refuse to believe she’s lessened by the fact that Ted’s her father instead of someone like Rodolphus Lestrange.”

Narcissa left, pausing at the door. “We’ll be back tomorrow. And you will swear loyalty to the Dark Lord, Andromeda Black. Bella will make you.”

“Harry will kill Voldemort long before I even think of joining you. And Tonks will help.”

Narcissa shut the door, leaving Andromeda alone and feeling it very acutely.