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Sitting on the floor with her legs curled to the side, Bellatrix smoothed her skirts before leaning over the prone body and muttering the spell to change the tip of her wand into a blade. The wand thinned and lengthened, soft wood turning to glinting steel. She licked her lips, shifting her grip until she held the wand like a quill, the blade a spotless tip.
With a steady hand that belied years of practice, Bellatrix rested the tip of the blade against the crook of the girl's elbow and traced the prominent vein, leaving behind a trail of blood leaking from the incision. Droplets ran down the side of the arm, rivulets of blood forming puddles on the stone floor that soaked through her skirts. The blood was pleasantly warm against her knees, and Bellatrix smiled as she felt it creeping up the side of her thigh like spiders scuttling in the wine cellar.
The girl beneath Bellatrix stared at her mutely, seemingly in still shock, and Bellatrix shook her head as if remonstrating a naughty child. The girl would learn to enjoy the experience shortly.
Deciding to ignore the chit's nonreaction for a bit, she used a quick healing spell to stem the blood, leaving a long scar in its place, then trailed her hand down the buttons of the girl's shirt. The pearlescent sheen of the cheap plastic Muggles were so fond of did nothing to soak up the blood, and instead what dripped from Bellatrix's fingers pooled on the indents.
The girl's breasts were nicely sized, Bellatrix noted. Too large to fit neatly in her hands, she knew the excess flesh would bulge between her fingers with each squeeze. Using her blade, Bellatrix slit the shirt open, taking care not to cut the girl's delicate flesh. Beneath the shirt was a simple cotton bra, fuzzy with wear, and Bellatrix snapped one of the straps, delighting how the girl flinched and how the movement was stopped by the invisible ties holding her to the stone floor. Almost immediately, the girl flinched again.
Ah, how lovely magic was. Muggles were so scared of what they couldn't see.
"No need to be scared, dear," Bellatrix crooned, sliding her fingers under the bottom of the girl's and lifting it to reveal pert breasts with youthful, pink areolas and nipples. "Do you mind if I call you Lucy? You remind me of a Lucy I knew when I was your age. She was supple too." Lucy sobbed quietly, and Bellatrix took that as a confirmation.
Letting her bladed wand fall to the side, Bellatrix grabbed Lucy's tits in both hands, squeezing harshly until Lucy produced a squeal. The girl's skin bloomed a bright red between her fingers, and she couldn't help but squeeze even harder until she was sure the red would turn to bruises when given enough time.
"Please, don't. Don't do this," Lucy said between sniffles, but Bella ignored her, instead focusing on how Lucy's nipples had plumped up nicely under her ministrations. It was so sweet how much the girl appreciated the work she put in.
Her position was a bit awkward, Bellatrix admitted, so she hiked up her skirts and straddled Lucy's gangly legs. It was the right decision to forgo panties today, Bellatrix decided. Lucy's smooth skin felt glorious against her already damp curls. Doubtless the slut had recently shaved for the date she had been on before Rabastan had grabbed her for Bellatrix.
Leaning over, Bellatrix grabbed one of the erect nipples with her teeth. She pulled it up, stretching the nipple as much as possible before letting go. The breast rebounded, but it did nothing to hide the deep teeth marks. Still, Bellatrix wasn't quite satisfied, and she dove back in, applying more pressure until the skin split and she could taste Lucy's blood. The coppery tang was sweeter than any milk Cissy had produced for Draco.
By now Lucy was sobbing, and Bellatrix decided to let the poor girl have a little break. It was obvious she was a bit too overstimulated, and let it never be said that Bellatrix wasn't a considerate lover. She let go of the nipple, but not her place between Lucy's tits.
Alternately laving and nipping the plump flesh, Bellatrix began to buzz the mounds of flesh. Lucy's tits vibrated underneath her attentions, and Bellatrix scooted up to rub her clit against Lucy's skirt-covered mound.
What was under that skirt? Did Lucy have matching cotton pants, or was she wearing something naughty and lacy? Bellatrix had to find out.
Pulling up, Bellatrix took a moment to admire her handiwork, then scooted down. She bet that if her skirts weren't covering her legs, she would see a wet streak on Lucy's shins. With little more than a thought, Bellatrix Vanished her skirts.
Yes, she was right. She had left not just a delicious wet spot on Lucy's skirt, but also a smear of wetness on her smooth legs.
Bellatrix teasingly walked her fingers up Lucy's thigh until they were under her skirt.
Lucy whimpered, evidently no longer able to produce words, and Bellatrix patted her cheek. "Just a bit longer and we'll get to have some real fun," she said, hoping to allay some of Lucy's impatience. "Now let's see what we have here."
Bellatrix lifted Lucy's miniskirt to reveal pink lacy panties. She pulled the front of the panties down, unveiling a hairless mound.
"Well aren't you naughty," Bellatrix said, pushing her fingernails into Lucy's tender flesh. "Do Mummy and Daddy know you're so slutty?" Bellatrix pried open Lucy's legs, adjusting the magical bindings to reveal the girl's cunt. She pinched Lucy's little clit, and the girl screamed. "Well? Answer me! Does Mummy know you're just begging to be fucked?"
"I'm not!" Lucy protested, trying to squirm away from Bellatrix. "I've never done it! I promise; I don't want to. It's just for me."
Bellatrix smiled. "Is that so? I guess you're just born for this." She slowly circled Lucy's clit with her index finger, using her thumb to peel back the hood to expose the small bundle of nerves. "Let me take care of you."
Shimmying down to get a good look at Lucy's cunt, she spread the girl's inner lips to see her pussy in full. Rather than reveal Lucy's virgin hole, Bellatrix encountered a white string. She licked her lips, heat going straight to her clit. One of those Muggle tampons. With sure fingers, she grabbed the end of the string and yanked the tampon out. A clot of blood was stuck to the end of the wad of cotton, and as she tossed the tampon to the side, the clot detached and slid down Lucy's taint to land on the floor.
"Look how wet you are for me," Bellatrix murmured. She stroked Lucy from taint to clit, gathering up the viscous fluid and smearing it around the girl's clit. "You really are dirty. I bet you pretend your silly little tampon is a cock, don't you?"
"I don't–please, just stop!" Lucy cried hysterically, thighs trembling with the strain of trying to close them.
"Just let me take care of you," Bellatrix said, ignoring the protests. Without warning, she shoved two fingers into Lucy, relishing the scream the girl let out. The mix of Lucy's wet blood with how tight she was felt amazing, and Bellatrix set aside her previous thoughts of dragging out the fun.
Removing her fingers with a squelch, Bellatrix gave Lucy's cunt a quick slap before grabbing her wand. She Conjured her favorite dildo and attached it to her mound, adding a quick spell to ensure the sensations transferred to her body. Sure, Bellatrix could grow a lifelike one, but with Muggles it was so much more fun to use something obviously fake. The fear in their eyes at the purple monstrosity was delicious.
Speaking of that…Bellatrix grabbed Lucy's hair and pulled her head up until she was staring at the purple cock.
"I know it's not quite the real thing, but I think it will serve us just as well," Bellatrix said, stroking the cock with her bloody hand. She relished the foreign sensation of a pressure on an appendage she didn't actually have, the phantom feelings coursing up her clit. Lucy's eyes were wide and bloodshot from all the crying she had been doing.
"Please," Lucy whispered, and Bellatrix shook her head theatrically.
"I agree, it's a bit too small. A dirty slut like you needs a bit more." She tapped the cock and it grew to the point that it would be difficult even for her to manage.
Bellatrix let Lucy's head drop back in favor of lining her cock up with Lucy's bloody cunt. Holding the cock in one hand and gripping Lucy's hip with her other, she bore down, forcing the cock in with one smooth motion, ignoring all resistance.
Lucy screamed, the sound echoing across the stone room.
Bellatrix set a fast pace, continually rubbing and pinching Lucy's clit. The entire purple cock was a mess of blood, and Bella gathered it up to smear on Lucy's thighs. If the girl's cunt wasn't painted with blood, it would be bright red and swollen due to Bellatrix's thrusts. Underneath the dirty sound of her thrusts, the girl continued to sob incoherently.
"Shh," Bellatrix said, pulling out fully to inspect Lucy's ruined cunt, hole open and leaking blood even though she was empty. "You're doing so well. Just a little longer and you can come." She pushed her thumb into Lucy's loose hole. "Just a little longer."