Code Red

Code Red

Disclaimer: J.K Rowling and her minions own Harry Potter. I receive no money or other forms of payment from writing this fan fiction. I am simply borrowing her characters and playing with them. I promise to wash them with bleach when I’m finished. I also don’t own “Code Red” by Tori Amos or “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails that I quote at the beginning of the story.

A/N: This is a plot-less smut bunny taken from the scene in Deathly Hollows where Bellatrix tortures Hermione. Also, in this fan fiction Hermione is eighteen. This fiction is from my own twisted imagination (and fantasies—hey it’s cheaper than therapy). I apologise if this fanfiction triggers you. This fan fiction contains questionable behaviours. I will also state that the BDSM relationship depicted is NOT a healthy or normal one. Reviews would be nice, and they let me know how I can improve, and they are like love to this writer. I appreciate every review I get. Also, does anyone know how to make a banner? I would love one but my Photoshop skills are lacking. I would be eternally grateful if you made a banner for this fan fiction--you’ll get FULL credit for the banner.

Warnings: F/F; BDSM; Femme Domme; D/S; Torture; Body Modification; Language; Racism; Angst/Dark; Lemon; Handjob; Biting; Dubious Consent.

Rating: NC-17. For violence, questionable situations, and girls who love to boogie with each other ;).

Beta: My friend Isca, who helped me toe the line between vulgar and taste. Any grammar and other errors you see are mine, not hers. Thanks hun. =]

Pairing: Bellatrix/Hermione.

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[“Code Red” by Tori Amos]

“Come on baby, I can drink you down,
I have my job to do and do it well…
What you stole, I would have given freely,
Code Red, you’re staring, Code Red, staring at me.”

[“Closer” by Nine Inch Nails]

“You let me violate you.
You let me desecrate you.
You let me penetrate you.
You let me complicate you.
I want to fuck you like an animal.
I want to feel you from the inside.
I want to fuck you like an animal.
My whole existence is flawed.
You get me closer to God.”

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“Tell me, you filthy mud blood, where Harry Potter and the Blood Traitor are,” Bellatrix said coldly as she stared down at Hermione. The only source of light in the dungeon was a candle that flickered in the darkness. The candle cast an eerie glow inside of the room. Hermione kept silent--afraid that if she opened her mouth she’d betray her dearest friend, the love of her life. “You’re the strong and silent type, hmm? You foolish girl,” Bellatrix said--flicking her wand slightly, sending the Cruciatus Curse coursing through Hermione’s body.

It felt like hot knives were hurdling through her veins—causing her to clench every muscle in her body and lean back against the wall she was chained to. She still didn’t make a sound. She barely heard Bellatrix’s growl, “I have all day to play with you little mouse.” Hermione’s head drooped forward against her left bicep-- her hands chained together above her head. Hermione closed her eyes-- trying to escape from the arousal growing in her body. 'Is this what insanity is like,” she thought, when pain turns to pleasure?' Hermione felt her nipples harden into tiny, painful pebbles under her thin t-shirt. She felt molten pleasure flowing in her veins, which shot down to her cunt like an arrow. She squirmed-- trying to get rid of the pulse beating in her clit like a drum. Hermione felt her underwear dampen; she felt dirty as the scent of her heat wafted in the air.

Bellatrix saw the change in her pet and licked her lips hungrily. 'My my,' she thought, 'what have we here? She’s just given me the key to her submission.' Bellatrix’s body began to react to her captive’s arousal. She didn’t fight the beat that strummed through her body— instead, she reveled in it. She placed her wand gently atop one of the tables nearby. She moved closer, ever closer to her little mouse, like a lioness seeking its prey.

Hermione noticed the silence and it scared her more than anything she’d experienced before. Fear swarmed around her; she didn’t dare open her eyes. And yet, her fear fueled her pleasure; she felt hot liquid trickle down her thigh. Erotic fantasies flashed through her mind quick as lightning, 'Oh Gods,' she thought, 'what’s wrong with me?' Bellatrix swooped low— her husky whisper tickling Hermione’s ear, “My pet, I’d never guess you were one for pain,” she smirked, “I’m going to break you.” Hermione moaned against her will. She needed to, no wanted to, be conquered by such a powerful dark witch. She felt the older woman’s mouth latch itself to her neck and suck hard, like a leech, while biting into her fragile skin. Hermione arched her back as Bellatrix stuck her knee between the girl’s thighs. Hermione began to rub against it-- she hoped her release would come soon.

Bellatrix let out a breath as she felt Hermione’s eagerness to be fucked by her resonate within the room. She grabbed Hermione’s thin t-shirt and tore it off her body-- throwing the shreds of the shirt on the floor. She grasped one of Hermione’s teacup-breasts in her hand—twisting it, yanking it. Hermione moaned loudly— continuing her frantic rubbing against the older woman’s thigh. “I’m going to cum,” Hermione peeped. Bellatrix lifted her head and was proud to see an angry-red suck-mark on the young girl’s neck. Everyone would know that she, Bellatrix Lestrange, had claimed her pet. She raked her sharp nails across Hermione’s porcelain white chest—leaving bright, scarlet welts on her skin. Hermione gave a soft cry and moved her head from side to side—her thigh-grinding reaching its peak. Bellatrix narrowed her eyes, and began pinching Hermione’s nipples furiously—she’d be damned if she let her pet cum so easily; she needed to regain control.

Hermione felt a stinging slap across her left cheek—it echoed through the dungeon. She felt her cheek heat up from the blow. Bellatrix removed her thigh from between Hermione’s legs, “Did I say you could cum?” Hermione felt her dark desires bubble to the surface of her consciousness—she felt like a bitch in heat.

“Hit me again, Bella, please,” Hermione begged—her voice ringing with desperation.

Bellatrix’s cruel laughter assaulted her senses, “As you wish.” Hermione felt her other cheek burn and she moaned loudly—her body -- her body spasmed beyond her control. “Say ‘Thank you, Mistress,’” Bellatrix cooed.

Hermione slowly opened her eyes, seeing Bellatrix’s dark eyes pierce her soul, “Thank you, Mistress,” she whispered softly.

“What was that, slag?” Bellatrix barked, “I didn’t hear you.”

“Th-th-thank you, Mistress,” Hermione stuttered.

Bellatrix leaned in closer— peering into her conquest’s light brown eyes. She saw the battle between the dark and light, the fear and arousal. She smiled cockily, “You want me, don’t you? Don’t lie, Love, I’ll know.”

Hermione’s eyes bubbled tears, but she didn’t let them fall, “Yes, Mistress. I want you,” she choked out. Bellatrix unbuttoned Hermione’s jeans and slowly pulled them down to her ankles— watching the girl’s face the entire time. She grabbed Hermione’s pink underwear and ripped them off— leaving Hermione naked and vulnerable. Bellatrix leaned forward and captured Hermione’s mouth in a bruising kiss, as she thrust two fingers inside of Hermione’s cunt. Her tongue flicked around Hermione’s mouth with wild-fire passion— making it difficult for the young woman to breathe. Saliva dripped from Hermione’s chin. Bellatrix added a third finger, found the pulsing g-spot, and rubbed it hard— almost bringing Hermione to the edge again. Bellatrix pinched the girl’s clit and Hermione groaned in frustration. Hermione began to grind hard against Bellatrix’s fingers— moving faster and faster, until she felt the sparks begin to ignite inside of her as she combusted into an orgasm. Hermione’s pulsing liquid gushed onto the older woman’s hand.

Bellatrix removed her fingers from Hermione’s sopping pussy. Both women were panting. Bellatrix thrust her fingers in front of Hermione and commanded, “Lick them clean, pet.” Hermione did what she was told—licking each digit one at a time; her own sickly sweet juice soaking into her tongue. “So, that’s what I taste like,” she mused. Bellatrix wrenched her hand away and retrieved her wand from the nearby dungeon table.

With a flick of her wand, Hermione was released from her chains. Hermione fell forward onto her hands and knees. Bellatrix walked forward, kneeling, and placing her wand tip against the small of Hermione’s back. She muttered an incantation, and the Belladonna flower appeared on Hermione’s back. Hermione gasped—it felt as though a million bees were stinging her back. The white flower blossom was outlined in black against her luminous skin. Bellatrix removed the wand. “Now, my pet, you really do belong to me. You wear my mark upon your skin,” Bellatrix grinned. “Now tell me,” the older woman continued, “where are the others?” Hermione began to weep—she knew she’d have to betray them. She was, of course, fully entangled in the Spider’s web.

The End