Black Days

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con, Underage
Category: F/M
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationship: Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Harry Potter, Narcissa Black Malfoy/Harry
Potter, Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Narcissa Black Malfoy/Harry Potter
Character: Harry Potter, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Narcissa Black Malfoy
Additional Tags: Non-Consensual Bondage, Imprisonment, Femdom, Foot Jobs,
Humiliation, Older Woman/Younger Man, Overstimulation, Forced
Orgasm, Porn Without Plot, Smut, Post-Orgasm Torture, Creampie,
Cowgirl Position, Rape, Creampie eating, Choking, Orgasm Denial, Sex
Magic, Orgasm Control, Cock Cage, Chastity Device, CBT, ruined
orgasm, Snowballing, Asphyxiation, Pegging, Threesome - F/F/M, Face-
Sitting
Language: English
Collections: Fandom_Nerd123_Bellatrix_Harry, Fandom_Nerd123_Narcissa_Harry,
Harry Potter Degeneracy
Stats: Published: 2020-05-17 Completed: 2021-12-13 Chapters: 6/6 Words:
14882

Black Days
by dirtyuncle

Summary

Left behind in Malfoy Manor, Harry becomes an unwilling toy of the Black sisters.
 Chapter 1

Harry slumped on the bed with a groan and stared listlessly at the ceiling. It had been days since he
saw another person, and even his fear and anxiety about his friends' fate had given way to apathy.
He was trapped, wandless, and the room's scant furnishings were enchanted beyond breaking.

After Dobby had Apparated the others out but before he could return for Harry, Death Eaters
rushed into the cellar. He didn't remember much but their agitated swearing and the agony of their
curses as they took out their anger on him. Just before he blacked out under a Cruciatus Curse, he
heard a shrill female voice interrupt them.

When he came to, he was no longer in the cellar, but a room about the size of his bedroom at Privet
Drive. The bars across the window and the spartan decor further drove the similarity home.

At least he had a bed. Lumpy as the mattress was, his sore muscles appreciated the improvement
over the cold cellar floor.

His ears pricked up at a creak of a floorboard outside. It was about time for his daily meal. He had
been inexplicably left alone for almost a week, wallowing in frustration and self-pity, and even the
taciturn house-elf who delivered his food was a welcome company.

The multitude of locks on the reinforced door clicked and clacked until the knob turned. He
propped himself up on an elbow expectantly, but instead of the platter-laden elf, his gaze landed on
a pair of stockinged legs. Looking up, he flinched and scooted back along the bed.

Bellatrix Lestrange stepped inside and carelessly shoved the door shut behind her. Her heavy-
lidded eyes took in his shivering form.

"You don't have to be so scared, Harry," she said, twirling her wand between her fingers. "I just
wanted to check in and see if you were enjoying your new accommodations. I was the one who
moved you here, you know."

He stared at her in shock, then scowled and looked away. Whatever her game was, no way was he
going to thank his captor for her hospitality.

"Don't look so surprised. Diluted as your blood is, you're still of better stock than the Mudbloods
you keep company with. It wouldn't do to treat you the same as that filth."

He gritted his teeth. Out of the corner of his vision, he saw her stroll up to the bed and scooted
away until his back pressed against the headboard.

"Look at me," she said.

He glared defiantly at the wall. Her wand swished through the air, and an invisible vice gripped
his head, swiveling it forcibly toward her. Pain lanced through his neck, and he turned to face her
to ease the tension.

"Don't make me repeat myself." She pointed her wand at him, her dark eyes gleaming. "Show more
enthusiasm. Auntie Bella took time out of her busy day to come and play with you, after all."

His jaw clenched. A part of his mind that was not blinded by impotent fury observed that Bellatrix
was wearing dress robes—still black, but more glamorous than the severe Death Eater garbs he
had seen her in the last time. He snorted in disgust; so even psychotic bitches let their hair down
sometimes.

Her expression clouded. "Get down," she barked, releasing the vice on his head. When he didn't
move, she swiped her wand left.

Yelping, he hurtled off the bed and crashed on the floor. Picking himself up, he balled his fists and
glared. She sashayed over to the bed and perched on the edge, never letting her dark eyes off him.
He had half the mind to tackle her, but the wand pointing at his chest made him reconsider.

Bellatrix crossed her legs, then uncrossed them, the motion drawing his gaze. Licking her lips, she
gestured at him.

"Strip."

He only stared, unable to comprehend the order. What was she playing at?

Sighing impatiently, Bellatrix flicked her wand, ripping down his trousers and underwear both. She
cackled as he cried out and stooped to grab them.

"On your knees," she said.

Heedless, he frantically tugged up his trousers, but before he could get them on, an immeasurable
weight pressed down on him and forced him to the floor. Gasping, he looked up at her, then
quickly covered himself up with his palms.

She laughed shrilly. "No, no. Auntie Bella can't play with you like that. Lift your hands."

Panting in shock, he glowered at her. She waited for a beat, tapping her wand against an open
palm, then flicked it. The next breath wouldn't enter his lungs; gasping soundlessly, he clawed at
his throat, his eyes bulging out—

Bellatrix flicked her wand again, cackling as he wheezed in air. "Better listen to me if you know
what's good for you, Harry. I'm told I have quite a temper. Now, come closer."

Breathing heavily, he edged toward her, the carpet chafing his knees. Bellatrix slipped off her
shoes and watched him with an expression that boded him no good. Once her stockinged foot
poked his inner thigh, he twitched and made to cover himself again, but thought better of it.

"Stay just like that," she purred, sticking out her tongue to run it along her wand.

He shuddered as her toes prodded his crotch and repressed the urge to shrink away. Her dark eyes
watched him ravenously, her lips stretched in a deranged smile. His face burned in humiliation, and
he looked away.

Her toe lifted up his bollocks, poked them, then trailed up his limp cock. He squeezed his eyes
shut, imagining himself to be somewhere far away. More of her foot brushed against him, pinning
his member to his stomach. The pressure increased until she was almost trampling him, and he
turned her way with a whimper.

She giggled and reduced the pressure. Getting the message, he didn't turn away, yet stubbornly
didn't look at her face.

Bracing her palms on the bed, she extended her other leg and rubbed his member between her
smooth feet. His gaze was inadvertently drawn to the darkness under the hem of her dress robes.
Bellatrix giggled, and withdrawing her feet, hiked up her robes. Despite himself, he stared. Her
stockings extended halfway up her thighs and were held up by a—garter belt, he reckoned it was
called. A gap of pale skin peeked between the stockings and her black lace knickers.

"Like what you see? My husband bought these, but he'd rather force himself on Mudblood whores
than perform his duties to me." She spread her legs wide. "Aren't you lucky? Look as much as you
please."

Catching himself, he turned his head aside.

"I said look."

Even though there was no spell accompanying her order this time, his head swiveled back in a
shameful reflex.

She slowly lowered the wand she had raised and laid it on the blanket. The fingers of her other
hand skimmed the lacy waistband of her knickers.

"That's right... Bella will put on a show for you. It would be rude not to watch."

Her foot returned to rub his crotch. Gritting his teeth, he peered up at her as ordered. Satisfied that
she had his attention, she slipped her hand into her knickers.

A moan left her lips. He glanced up to her face incredulously, then back down. Her fingers moved
rhythmically underneath the lacy fabric. His cock twitched, growing harder.

"Little Harry's not so little anymore," she said in a sing-song voice.

Ducking his head, he looked to where her foot glided against the underside of his erection. He
squeezed his eyes shut in shame. She pressed on him hard, and his eyelids flew open. Her fingers
moved faster.

"Does Bella's foot feel good?" she asked breathlessly.

"No," he growled. "I hate it—I hate you."

"Hate it? When your nasty cock is leaking so much?" Her toes curled around his crown, then
rubbed up and down, slick with precum. "Don't lie to me. Any half-blood should be happy to
receive this much from me."

He glared daggers at her. "I'm not. Stop this."

"I will. Right after I get what I came here for." She giggled breathlessly. "Hold off until I come,
and I'll leave. But if you don't..." She leaned in, pushing her foot flat against him. "Then I'll know
you were lying."

Squaring his jaw, he returned her gaze. If anything, she appeared elated by his defiance. Her teeth
captured her lower lip as her heavy-lidded eyes peered down at him. The fingers moving under her
knickers produced wet, carnal noises.

A shudder went through her, and her lips parted in a moan. Her foot paused momentarily before
inflicting further torment on his throbbing cock. Her eyes narrowed in pleasure. He kept watching
—not because he wanted to, he told himself, but because she would curse him otherwise.

"I'm so wet," she breathed, her eyes hazy. "So horny, I'd even take your nasty half-blood cock.
Would you like to stick it inside me, Harry? Give it to me hard? Make me scream, like when you
cast the Cruciatus Curse on me?"

He bit the inside of his cheek to suppress a moan. Depraved bitch. His fingers clenched on the
carpet, his breathing ragged. Her foot slid unceasingly up and down his length, sending jolts of
pleasure each time it brushed his swollen crown.

He had to hold on—

He couldn't.

With a strangled groan, he shuddered, spurting hot seed over his belly. Bellatrix exclaimed
something, no doubt mocking him, but at that moment, he was beyond caring.

Panting for air, he lifted his head to meet her dark eyes, and all the shame and humiliation washed
over him anew.

"You made a mess," she purred, extending her foot. "Clean it."

He gaped at her stockings, stained in places by his seed, then looked up at her.

"With your tongue," she clarified, shoving her foot at his face.

He recoiled in disgust. Her hand rose off the blanket, and her wand swished. Suddenly, he couldn't
breathe.

Bellatrix wiggled her foot in invitation. He glared, choking, trying futilely to draw in a breath. Her
hand kept moving frantically underneath her knickers as she watched him, her chest heaving. His
face contorted. Crawling over to her, he shut his eyes and extended his tongue until he brushed her
stockinged foot.

Bellatrix gave a noise of approval, and breath rushed into his lungs at last. Nearly fainting with
relief, he lapped at her foot, keeping his eyes shut so he wouldn't have to look at her.

She moaned, a low, drawn-out noise, and her foot bumped his teeth painfully, her toes curling. He
drew back, almost gagging, and watched with teary eyes as she shuddered and tilted her head back.

He had half the mind to attack her, but her wand remained clutched in her hand, and the
opportunity passed when she straightened up and fixed him with her dark gaze. A satisfied smile
played across her lips.

"Little boy couldn't hold back after all. You know what that means." Rising to her feet, she
sashayed toward him, gripped him by the hair, and stared right into his eyes. "Bella's going to be
back to play with you again."

A howl of rage rose in his chest, and he balled a fist to throw a punch, but she knocked him back
with a silent spell. Her cackle rang in his ears before the door slammed shut and he was alone
again.
 Chapter 2

Over the next few days, Harry bruised his knuckles punching everything in sight, screamed himself
into exhaustion, jumped at noise real and imagined, and even attempted to bolt out once the house-
elf came by with his meal, but a wave of the creature's spindly hand sent him hurtling back into his
prison.

It was when his shame and rage began to drain out of him that she returned. Hearing the locks
click, he heaved the bedside table up and was halfway to the door before she walked in and sent it
floating to its original location with a casual wave of her wand.

"Look at you, trying to brawl like a Muggle," she scolded. Entering the room, she sized him up
with a glint in her eyes. "The Dark Lord wishes to know... what were you planning on doing with
the sword?"

He blinked at the non sequitur, then growled, "I'd never tell you."

"I was hoping you would say that. Now I have an excuse to interrogate you." Her lips curled at his
surprise. "The Dark Lord learned something—something major. You're not to be harmed now. He
tasked me with looking after you. He praised me for stopping those louts from torturing you to
death." Her eyes glazed over, and she shivered in obvious delight.

He stilled in confusion, then circled her warily, his eyes fixed on the wand in her hand. Whatever
Voldemort learned, it couldn't be good.

"You must be thinking, how can I interrogate you without harming you," she drawled, watching
him creep around her with undisguised amusement. "I was thinking about it too. I was thinking
about it all night while my bastard of a husband was out getting his thrills in his usual manner." Her
eyes narrowed at him. "And then I thought, it's not really harming you if we're both enjoying
ourselves, is it?"

Seeing red, he snarled and leapt at her. She laughed as a flick of her wand reversed his momentum
to slam him into the wall. As he sank to his knees, wheezing for air, another spell threw him onto
the bed. An invisible force constrained his limbs while silky ropes snaked around his wrists and
ankles, tying them to the bedposts. Gasping, he tugged at them, but they didn't give.

Sashaying up to the bed, she climbed on and straddled his waist. She watched him wrench at the
bindings, and satisfied that they held, laid her wand down. Her fingers rose to toy with the topmost
button of her robes.

"Have you missed Auntie Bella?" Sinking down, she rubbed against his crotch. "Have you touched
yourself imagining me playing with you?"

"You're sick," he spat. "Insane."

Her eyes flashed. "Yet you moaned under my touch. Your hated enemy! What does that make you,
Harry?"

He glowered in silence as she unbuttoned her robes, humping him all the while. As her lapels
parted, he saw that she only wore lacy red lingerie beneath, and averted his gaze before she could
comment on him staring.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her shrug off her robes and reach behind to unclasp her bra.
She leaned over him, and despite himself, he couldn't resist looking. Her ribs protruded slightly,
but her breasts were full and firm, and her brown nipples were pointy.

Giggling, she shimmied her shoulders, then ran her hands up her stomach to cup her breasts. A
moan escaped her lips as she fondled herself. Shame washed over him as he felt himself grow hard.

"Getting excited?" she asked. "You sick little boy."

"Who would—" He bit back a moan as she rubbed against him.

Laughing, she scooted back and tugged down his trousers. His cock sprang free, bobbing in the air.
Licking her lips, she rose to her knees and hovered above him. He stared at the damp spot on her
knickers before hurriedly turning his head aside.

"Don't you want to see where your cock is going?" She reached down to pull her knickers aside.
"Right here, in Bella's wet little hole."

His gaze darted to her fleshy nether lips peeking out from curly hair. He gulped, looked away,
then, unable to resist, peeked again.

"Right here," she breathed, spreading herself apart with two fingers.

Swallowing, he ogled her pink, glistening folds. It wasn't fair. Wasn't fair that someone so utterly
evil could captivate him so.

Satisfied that she had his attention, she angled up his cock and rubbed against it. A jolt went
through him at the hot contact. Tilting his head forward, he watched with bated breath; he suddenly
wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her. Maybe he was sick.

When his cock brushed the top of her slit, she moaned and shivered. Her breathing grew heavier as
she rubbed that spot against his tip, over and over, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stay
quiet.

Her heavy-lidded eyes fixed on his as she aimed his cock lower. As his glans kissed her wet
entrance, he trembled in shameful anticipation.

"Almost there," she whispered, hovering just above him. "Little Harry's about to become a man."

His hips twitched before he caught himself and stilled. It was too much to hope she hadn't noticed.

Her lips stretched into a knowing leer. "It's alright, Harry. Come. Stick your nasty cock inside
Bella."

He turned aside, hating himself for his weakness.

Her hand on his shaft tightened, and with a quivering sigh, she sank onto him. He couldn't help but
cry out as her wet heat enveloped him. Nothing had prepared him for this. He peered at where their
bodies were connected, then up at her face, his eyes wide.

"I could've made you beg," she sneered, "but I'm feeling generous."

She ground back and forth, and his head tilted back in a moan. Her heat pulsed around him as each
motion of her hips sent pleasure coursing through him.

"For a brat, your cock's decent," she said. "Perhaps I'll come to play more often. You'd love that,
wouldn't you?"
"You're delusional," he spat.

"So you say... but you've fantasized about this, haven't you?"

"You—wish." His voice cracked.

She laughed and rocked against him faster, her breasts swaying. He looked away, trying to think of
anything else but the pleasure of being ridden. Her increasingly louder moans filled his ears as the
muscles of his lower body tensed.

"Don't tell me you're done," she breathed. "After all the talk of hating this?"

He gritted his teeth and glared at her, his breaths coming in pants.

Leaning forward, she locked her eyes with his. "I'm your enemy, Harry. Resist! Show me what
you're made of!"

Squeezing his eyes shut, he tugged at his bindings. Her deranged cackle rang in his ears as she rode
him harder. It was futile. With a strangled noise, he bucked into her.

"Pathetic," she cried, gyrating her hips. "You say you hate me, yet you spurt your half-blood seed
right away!"

He slumped back and glared weakly. His cock slipped out as she drew back and gave a dissatisfied
noise that was at odds with her gleeful smile.

"How dare you go limp when I'm not satisfied? We'll give it another try, but for now..." She
wiggled off her damp knickers and scooted forward until her crotch loomed over his face. "Clean
me."

He gaped. His seed trickled from her cunt and dripped to his chin. Pulling on his bindings, he
turned aside in revulsion.

She grabbed his hair to yank his head up even as she sagged to meet him, smearing their fluids
across his lips. He yelled and tossed his head, heedless of his hair being ripped, until she let go
with a snarl.

"Gentle, filth, you're supposed to be gentle with that place!" Before he knew it, her wand appeared
in her hand. "Bella will have to teach you the hard way."

A wheeze left his lungs when he realized he couldn't breathe. He lifted his gaze. Bellatrix tapped
her wand against her palm before scooting closer and presenting herself for him. He glowered, but
his survival instincts took over, and he leaned toward her engorged vulva.

Squinching his eyes, he stuck out his tongue but only felt air. His eyelids flew open. She had
retreated an inch and was peering at him with malicious glee. He leaned closer. She retreated.
Gasping, he yanked the ropes on his wrists and stretched his neck forward, extending his tongue
until it brushed her nether lips.

She moaned and sank onto him, causing him to gasp helplessly and get more taste of her and
himself than he ever wished. He spluttered, licked, then tilted his head back and desperately tried
to draw breath, his panicked eyes seeking out hers.

"Do it like you mean it, Harry." She giggled. "Like it's your favorite dessert. Like you're ever-so-
grateful Auntie Bella allowed you to taste her."
Black spots crept along the edges of his vision. His mind blanked. Bending forward until her pubic
curls tickled his nose, he lapped at her folds, no longer caring where he touched or what he tasted.

The blockage on his airway abruptly disappeared, and he collapsed on the bed, wheezing in one
greedy breath after another. Bellatrix tutted and ground on his lips. He stuck his tongue out feebly,
not shying away.

"That's better... much better." Her hand returned to his hair. "Lick."

He lapped at her like a man dying of thirst. She repositioned herself and tugged his hair to direct
his tongue. Flicking the little nub at the top of her slit made her moan loudly, so he focused his
efforts there. Not because he wanted to please her, god forbid, but simply because it would end his
torment sooner.

It wasn't long before her fingers tightened painfully in his hair and she sagged on him, her cunt
quivering under his tongue. Trapped between her thighs, he couldn't do a thing as she gushed into
his mouth. His disgust was such that when she rose off him, he tried to lift a hand to wipe his
mouth, forgetting that he was bound.

"Good," she panted. "You can be taught if proper motivation is used." She glanced back over her
shoulder. "And you enjoyed yourself to boot. A right little pervert, aren't you?"

The meaning of her words was lost on him until she straddled him in reverse and grabbed his cock.
The traitorous thing was erect, and under her insistent pumps, growing even harder.

"Last longer this time or you won't like the consequences." She emphasized her words with a
squeeze of his balls that made him flinch.

Crawling lower, she straddled his legs and reached back for his cock. He failed to suppress a groan
as she aimed it at her opening from behind and impaled herself on it. She was so slick he slipped
into her scalding depths in one stroke.

Shooting him a glance over her shoulder, she tossed her hair and began bouncing atop him. He had
thought her riding him earlier was intense, but sliding in and almost out of her searing heat was
incomparable.

She braced a hand on his thigh and snaked her other hand between her legs to rub herself. Her inner
muscles tightened, causing him to gasp. He raised his gaze off her bobbing arse and stared at the
ceiling.

Her arse met his thighs with fleshy slaps. He whimpered and bit his lip. If anything, that
encouraged her to ride him more savagely. He feared the consequences if he finished before her
again, but his pride—the shreds of it that remained—wouldn't allow him to ask her to slow down.

The muscles of his abdomen tautened with impending release. He held off until his vision swam,
but her furious pace proved too much. He arched his hips and exploded into her, grunting in
frustration and pleasure both.

"Not again!" she cried, but her amused tone belied her words. "Did Bella's cunt feel that good?"

He didn't even have the energy to glare. The shame that had been burned away by sheer physical
pleasure returned anew.

Rising, she turned around and straddled his thighs. She jerked his slick cock roughly with one hand
as her other fumbled around the sheets. He squirmed under the intensity but stubbornly held his
tongue.

Then her wand jabbed his scrotum, and he yelped, jerking his head forward to look. Her mouth
twisted in a nasty grin as she slid the tip of the wand up to his shaft. He froze, expecting the worst
—

"Petrificus."

The wand withdrew. He blinked as the anticipated pain never came. What the...

Her other hand joined in stroking his cock, its glans purple and swollen. Her grin widened at his
helpless groan. He could do nothing but writhe and wrench at the ropes as she tormented him.
Most of what normally registered as pleasure instead scoured his nerves with unbearable intensity.

Her hands finally stopped, making him exhale in relief. Rising to her knees, she positioned his cock
at her dripping entrance and lowered herself inch by inch. The involuntary noises he gave as his
cock was buried to the hilt made her smile like a predator.

He gasped. "What did you..."

Her wild hair fell to his chest as she leaned over him. "It's a second-year spell, Harry. Figure it
out."

She rocked her hips, and he whimpered. Despite her insides being slippery with his cum, to his
oversensitive cock, the sensations were overwhelming.

"Nice and stiff." Her voice was an imitation of a little girl's: the mock falsetto she taunted him with
on several occasions. "And you'll stay this way until I grow bored of you."

He opened his mouth, but could only gasp as she pushed off his chest and ground her hips.

"Consider this discipline for your pathetic cock. Don't worry, I'll undo the charm eventually." She
rolled her hips back and forth, building into a rhythm. "Perhaps in an hour or two."

His dismay must've shown because she tossed her hair and cackled in delight. Resting her hands on
his thighs, she rode him in earnest. Their combined fluids trickled down his balls, and her sopping
cunt produced wet noises with each stroke. He gritted his teeth, determined not to show weakness,
but every now and then, an embarrassing whimper escaped his lips. Each time, it seemed to spur
her on.

Her face screwed up and her breathing grew erratic as she quickened her pace. Her breasts jiggled
as she slammed onto him fiercely and moaned, clenching around him. His cock twitched despite
his will.

He found himself fascinated by the ecstasy on her face, but scowled and turned away. At last. The
crazy bitch got what she craved, and he would be free of her soon.

He heard her catch her breath and felt her squirm atop him. Then she resumed moving, her heat
throbbing around him. His gaze shot up to her face.

She giggled throatily. "Did you think I was done? We're only getting started."

Adjusting her angle, she slid up and down his shaft. So hot, so slick. Her skin was flushed and her
breathing unsteady as she fucked him with depraved vigor. His fingers clenched the sheets as his
pleasure built.
"Let's play a little game, Harry." Her eyes were hazy, and she didn't seem entirely there. "If you
manage not to finish before me, I'll set you free."

"What... are you on about?" he ground out.

"Tell me when you're close. I'll slow down, I'll wait until you can go on... we'll come together."
She giggled hysterically. "It'll be so romantic."

Damned psycho. He stared, trying to gauge her seriousness. She lifted a hand to her breast, groped
it, pinched. Her bounces sent blissful waves through his aching cock.

He gave a reluctant nod. "I'm... close."

"Already?" She slowed yet maintained a gentle rhythm. "Can you handle this much, Harry? Stay
strong for Bella."

He sucked in air through his teeth. Each roll of her hips, slight as they were, drove him closer to the
edge. Yet her eyes stared at him with need, imploring...

"Stop," he gasped, his balls tightening up, "I can't—"

Her grinding slowed. His cock twitched inside her as he willed himself to hold on until very
gradually she came to a halt. He trembled, ready to burst at the slightest motion.

She leaned in and peered at him with mock wide eyes. "Are you alright?"

He nodded jerkily, not daring to speak. Even her change of position had nearly undone him.

Her inner muscles clenched. His breath hitched. Her cunt squeezed him again. His eyes bulged out,
and he looked up at her face. The corners of her lips quirked up, and he realized with a start that
she was doing this on purpose.

"No," he gasped. "Don't—can't—"

"But I stopped just like you asked," she said innocently.

Her cunt tightened and loosened as though milking him as her smile widened. He opened his
mouth to speak, but all that came out was a helpless moan. Shuddering, he released inside her.

"I was being nice." Her caustic voice cut through the haze clouding his mind. "Yet you spite me
again, Harry." Rising, she spread herself. His cum dribbled from her cunt onto his twitching, still-
erect cock.

He panted for air. "But you—"

"The proper response after you offend your betters is an apology. Bella will have to teach you a
lesson." Grasping his shaft, she vigorously pumped it.

His face contorted and he writhed until he could take it no longer. "I'm—I'm sorry! Forgive me!
Please!"

"Thank me for touching your filthy cock," she spat, not slowing. "Thank me for the privilege."

He shook all over. Anything to end this. "T-thank you."

"Now ask me to get it right. Beg me to put your pathetic cock in so you can serve me."
His teary eyes sought out hers. Her fingers tightened, stroking him furiously. "Please!" he howled.
"Put it in!"

"Better," she declared, jerking him a few more times and letting go. He breathed easier until she
sagged onto him and pinned his sore cock to his stomach with her weight. "Beg me. Beg for it."

He growled in frustration. The ropes burned his wrists as he yanked at them fruitlessly. Tears rolled
down his cheeks. She laughed in his face.

"Stop it. Let me go. Please, enough." His fists clenched. "I'll kill you. Bitch, I'll kill you!"

"The sword," she said, rubbing against him. "What did you need it for?"

He gaped at her, his brain slow to comprehend the sudden question.

"Tell me," she prompted, "and I'll forgive you this once."

He gritted his teeth and turned aside.

She clicked her tongue. "I see the lesson hasn't sunk in yet." Her slick hand fumbled for his cock.
"We'll keep going until it does."
 Chapter 3

The clicking of locks roused Harry from his nap. He bolted up into a defensive crouch and stared.
Narcissa Malfoy stood at the doorway, scanning the room with an emotionless expression. Only
when her gaze landed on his stained sheets and rumpled clothes did her nose curl up. He shifted,
self-conscious despite himself.

"Good evening, Potter." Narcissa waited for a response but did not seem offended when he
remained quiet. "Follow me." Without a backward glance, she disappeared down the corridor.

He clenched his fists, glanced around, then crept out of his room for the first time in weeks. This
was his long-awaited chance to escape.

Narcissa lingered a small distance ahead. Glancing at him over her shoulder, she strolled off along
the corridor, leaving a faint trail of perfume in her wake.

He followed after a beat. She wore an elaborate gown and appeared unarmed. Speeding up, he
lifted his hand. He would overpower her, make her bring him his wand—

His arms were yanked behind his back, bringing him to a jarring halt. Yelping, he whirled around
to find a familiar house-elf glaring at him with its spindly hand raised.

"The guest tried to assault you, mistress," the elf said in a gravelly voice. It was the longest
sentence Harry had ever heard the creature speak.

"Is that so?" Her measured steps halted before resuming. "Do refrain from flailing about, Potter. It
is unseemly and won't do you any good."

He glowered at her retreating back, her long, ribbon-bound hair swishing with her movement, until
the elf snapped its fingers, and an invisible force shoved him onward. Realizing his hands were
free, he growled and raised his fists, but the malevolent glint in the elf's bulging eyes gave him
pause. He knew better than anyone that house-elves possessed more power than wizards gave them
credit for.

Sending the creature a glare, he hastened after Narcissa and tried to make sense of his location. The
hallway had no windows and was instead lit by softly glowing chandeliers that hung from the
ceiling every two dozen steps or so. He must be deep in the bowels of Malfoy manor.

Narcissa turned a corner and pushed open an ornate double door. Hot, humid air smelling faintly of
citrus washed over them. Inside was an enormous bathroom, all marble and gleaming bronze, the
pool-sized tub set into the floor already filled with steaming, fragrant water.

Narcissa cast a critical look over him and stepped aside. "My sister ought to take better care of her
toys. Get rid of those rags, make sure he's clean, then bring him to me."

The elf bowed and shoved Harry over the threshold, the doors swinging shut behind them. He
exclaimed as his clothes were ripped off and fell to the floor in tatters. The elf sneered and gestured
toward the tub. Not wanting to be pushed face-first into the water, he obediently stepped in.

Despite himself, he sighed in contentment as hot water soaked his body. Unfortunately, he didn't
get to relax: the elf snapped its fingers, causing a washcloth, a bottle of shampoo, and a comb to
march over through the air. Harry sputtered in protest as the washcloth scrubbed every nook and
cranny of his body while the shampoo bottle squirted its contents onto his head. When he tried to
lunge out of the tub, the elf stoically magicked him back in. No matter how much Harry swore, it
performed its duties with detached professionalism.

After the humiliation ceased, leaving him cleaner than he had been in weeks, he clambered out and
scowled at the elf. It sketched a mocking bow and pointed silently at a change of clothes atop a
cabinet. Walking up, he regarded the underwear and bathrobe before resignedly slipping them on.
Silk, more luxurious than anything he had worn in his life. His lip curled in disgust at the thought
that it must've belonged to Draco or Lucius.

At the elf's gesture, the doors swung open letting in cool air. Stepping into the provided slippers,
Harry walked outside. The elf led him down another corridor and knocked at a door at its end.

"Come in," said a muffled woman's voice.

The elf opened the door and ushered him in. His feet sank into the lavish carpeting of a grand
bedroom. The four-poster bed at its center was ostentatious, yet somewhat smaller than he would
expect from snobs like Malfoys. Meant for guests, perhaps.

Narcissa turned away from a vanity mirror and eyed him up and down. "Was he any trouble?"

"To a degree," the elf said.

She pursed her lips and fixed Harry with a look one would give a disobedient child. "Tie back his
hands for me, gently." His hands were promptly yanked behind his back and tied at the wrists with
something smooth. "You may leave."

The elf bowed deeply and vanished. Harry tugged at his wrists and glowered at Narcissa. What had
been the point of acting civil toward him if she was going to do this?

"Come here." Strutting over to the bed, she sat at the edge and patted a spot beside her. When he
didn't move, she heaved a sigh. "Potter, I'm not like my sister. If you behave, there's no reason why
our meetings should be unpleasant to either of us. Now, come over here. I won't bite."

Eyeing her warily, he shuffled to the bed and perched down a good distance away from the spot
she had indicated. She smiled nevertheless and leaned over to pat his bare knee. He sidled further
away, unable to adjust his parted bathrobe.

"I do apologize about the ropes," she said. "I'm no fighter, so you leave me no choice."

"Why?" His voice cracked. "Why are you doing this... her, and now you..."

She drew back. "I can't claim to understand what goes through Trixie's mind these days, but me?"
She stood before him and nudged the straps of the gown down her shoulders. "I'm intrigued by the
boy the Dark Lord holds such an interest in. I want to be with a man, but my husband hasn't
touched me for months. You're conveniently here. Pick any reason. Pick all."

She slid the gown lower, exposing her creamy breasts and large rosy nipples to his wide-eyed gaze.
Shimmying it down her curvy hips, she left it to pool on the floor. Only sheer white panties
protected her modesty as she slowly spun around.

"Am I not desirable? Am I not deserving of a man's touch?" She inched closer to him. "Tell me I
am. Please."

He swallowed as he raked her pale, smooth skin with his gaze. She was curvier than Bellatrix, her
breasts rounder, her narrow waist accentuating the flare of her hips. And she smelled so nice.
"You're desirable," he murmured, not meeting her eyes.

Despite the lack of enthusiasm in his tone, a small smile graced her lips. "Thank you, Potter." She
sounded so honest he almost believed her. "Allow me to show you my appreciation."

Sinking to her knees, she slipped her warm hands under his bathrobe. He shivered as her fingers
found his underpants and tugged them down. Parting the bathrobe, she frowned slightly at his half-
limp member. He felt a pang of satisfaction. That's right: he had only said that to appease her, he
wasn't about to drool at her feet just because she flashed her tits—

Her soft palm brushed his cock, derailing his train of thought. Tucking a strand of hair behind her
ear, she leaned in so close he felt her breath on his skin. He squirmed, embarrassed at her scrutiny,
but all those feelings fled when she took him into her mouth.

Gasping, he stared in shock at her upturned blue eyes. She swirled her tongue around as though
tasting him while her palms caressed his thighs. He trembled with shameful anticipation.

Looking up at him, she bobbed her head. He groaned and strained against the ropes. The corners of
her eyes crinkled.

He looked away in chagrin. She sped up. He panted, feeling his muscles tense of their own accord.
She cupped his balls and hummed, sending electric jolts up his spine. Gasping, he met her eyes and
saw them sparkling with amusement.

Halting with him halfway inside her mouth, she reached back, undid the ribbon in her hair, and
deftly tied it around the root of his cock. He gaped in confusion, but then she resumed bobbing up
and down, and his eyes shut in bliss.

Grunting, he thrust reflexively into her mouth, but she drew back, leaving his cock throbbing in the
air. He shot her a betrayed look.

"Here, Potter." Rising, she braced her palms on his shoulders and straddled his lap. The tip of his
cock poked her panties. "Not my mouth, I want you here."

His cock twitched at her words. He looked down. The sheer fabric was damp and clung to her
crotch.

She eased her hips forward and rubbed on him, moaning. "Don't you want to be inside me?"

Without thinking, he nodded jerkily. Narcissa leaned in, her breasts brushing his chest, and pecked
him on the lips. That more than anything shocked him into stillness.

She got off him and onto the bed, dropped to all fours, and peeled her panties aside. He goggled as
she shamelessly presented herself to him. Her arse was round and plump, and unlike her sister, she
was entirely hairless down there.

"Come, Potter." She widened her stance and spread herself to expose her pink inner lips. "You
know what to do, right?"

Before he knew it, he was clambering on the bed and edging toward her on his knees. His cock
bobbed, looking ridiculous with the ribbon on, but he only had eyes for his prize. With bated
breath, he inched closer until his glans brushed her nether lips.

Glancing back, Narcissa wriggled her arse. "A little higher... wait—right here—"
They both gasped as he slipped into her wet folds. His breathing quickened and his heart thumped
like mad. Lust overtook him, and he inched forward to sheathe himself within her. She clenched at
his intrusion, making his breath hitch.

She thrust her arse at him, taking him almost to the hilt, and gave an impatient noise. "Move."

He pulled back, then awkwardly thrust into her, wishing he could hold onto her with his hands. On
his next thrust, Narcissa met him halfway, lavishing him with whispered encouragement. Each
time he slowed to try and gather himself, she whimpered and impaled herself on him until he got
the message and resumed moving.

"Fuck me." Her hand slipped between her legs. "Fuck me, Harry."

A depraved desire swelled within him to take her roughly, to make her whimper as her sister had
made him. He worked his hips to drive into her harder, but there was only approval in her
responding moan. His teeth gritted in frustration.

His point of no return drew close, and instinct took over. He rutted into her, the pressure in his loins
building toward an explosion. Her back arched as she breathlessly urged him on.

Any moment now—a strangled moan left his throat—his cock twitched and twitched, but his
pleasure wouldn't crest—

With a shuddering groan, he slumped forward and sucked down air, teetering at the edge of climax.
His vision swam, the embrace of her velvety heat consuming his senses. Narcissa mewled and
shoved her arse at him, her fingers rubbing furiously between her thighs. He thrust into her and
nearly blacked out from the intensity, his legs shaking so badly he barely stayed upright.

She shot him a glare over her shoulder. "Why did you stop?"

"Can't," he gasped. "This—did you—"

She withdrew from him and turned around to fix him with a petulant look. Her cheeks were flushed
and her hair in disarray. "Must I do everything myself?"

She shoved him in the chest, and he flopped on the bed, his tied wrists crossed uncomfortably
under the small of his back. Straddling him, she nudged her soaked panties aside and aimed his
slick cock at her entrance. A hiss escaped his lips as she sank onto him.

"I missed this," she moaned. "I missed having a young hard cock in me."

Taking his entire length, she ground against him. Gentle as her motions were, they reverberated
through his body. Her hands caressed his abdomen, his chest, his muscles rippling as his climax
approached again. Squeezing his eyes shut, he thrust upward desperately until he couldn't bear the
sensitivity and sagged back with a groan.

"What's... going on?" he ground out.

"Bella warned me you were a quick-shot, so I made an enchantment." Narcissa smiled with
something akin to pride. "I was always good with charmswork."

Each sinuous roll of her hips brought him to the edge, but never over it. He moaned and tossed his
head about, alternatively thrusting into her and freezing in place.

"Stop," he whimpered.
"Should I?" She halted and stared at him through half-lidded eyes.

"No," he moaned, arching his hips as his need overwhelmed him. "Let... let me..."

"Oh, cease your blubbering. Bella might enjoy that, but I don't." She bent at the waist, her breasts
pressing to his chest, and kissed him softly. "Be a man for me, please?"

The plea in her voice shocked him into silence. She pushed up, widened her legs to take him
deeper, and stirred her hips. His head tilted back with a gasp.

She clenched around him and moaned, her breathing ragged like his own. He shook underneath
her. His awareness shrank to where their bodies were joined until nothing else seemed to exist.

"Call me mummy," she breathed, her eyes dark pools. "Ask mummy to let you cum."

He stared at her in stunned disbelief. She leaned forward, her hair spilling onto his chest, and rode
him faster. His face contorted. The unbearable need clouded his consciousness and burned away
his shame.

"Please," he gasped out. "Let me cum... Mummy!"

"Good boy." She reached for the ribbon around his cock and loosened it. "Cum in mummy's cunt,
Harry."

His jaw hinged open as he bucked into her. Ecstasy surged through him, and with each pulse inside
her, he jerked and screamed. Her cry joined his, and she clamped on him, driving his pleasure to
even greater heights.

When he returned to earth, Narcissa lay upon him, her hair splayed over his chest and her hand
caressing his face. With a start, he realized tears were rolling down his cheeks.

"There, there," she crooned. "Good boy."

He squeezed his eyes shut and wished with all his might the bed would swallow him. Just as
mental as her sister. What a fool he had been to fall for her veneer of normalcy.
 Chapter 4

Harry woke up in his bed with a painfully familiar twinge in his crotch. Fragments of a hazy dream
filled with soft lips and moist skin persisted in his mind as his cock swelled against its cage.

Groaning, he lifted the blanket and glared at the steel contraption. A chastity cage, Narcissa had
called it. The bitch had said that if he hated her and her sister's attentions that much, they wouldn't
touch him until he begged them to.

No chance in hell.

Slumping back on the bed, he stared at the ceiling. The mornings were annoying but bearable.
Much worse were the days Bellatrix or Narcissa decided to drop by and keep him company. They
didn't touch him, oh no. At least not like that. An obscene whisper into his ear, necklines that
would've made a sailor blush, a lift of skirt to flash him their knickers—that was their warped new
game.

He shook his head furiously. Thinking about it only made things worse. As long as they left him
alone, he could endure—

The clicking of locks made him sit up in alarm. It was way earlier than their usual visits. Bringing
his knees up to his chest, he tugged the blanket to himself.

The door swung open to reveal Narcissa in a silky purple bathrobe. Her usually tidy hair was
messy, and her face seemed... bland. No make-up, he realized.

"Good morning, Harry." She covered her mouth with her hand and yawned daintily. "Come with
me."

He stayed stubbornly still.

She arched an eyebrow. "Well? Are you going to sit there the whole day?"

He glared at her. "I'm not dressed." She must've known. That blasted elf of hers had taken his
clothes to wash and hadn't returned them.

"That's just as well," she said. "We're taking a shower."

We. Him and her, together. His mind ran wild, and he bit the inside of his cheek. Narcissa peered at
him with a small smile as if knowing exactly what was going on in his head. Scowling, he threw
off the blanket and strode up to her.

Narcissa's smile widened as she glanced to his crotch before meeting his eyes again. His cheeks
heated up, but he squared his shoulders and tried to look uncaring. As uncaring as one could look
butt naked and with their cock in a cage, anyway.

Narcissa pivoted and strutted off along the corridor. He glanced around as he followed her. The elf
was nowhere in sight, but it was probably lurking invisibly nearby.

His shoulders hunched unconsciously as they entered the wider corridor that led to the bathroom.
Despite having bigger problems to worry about, the thought of someone else seeing him in this
getup, of learning about his humiliation, was unbearable.
"Is it uncomfortable?" Narcissa asked on the move.

His mouth opened, then closed. He glared daggers at her back. The absolute bitch had the gall to
ask that when she was the one who put the damned thing on him.

Narcissa didn't seem concerned about his lack of an answer. Pushing open the bathroom door, she
stepped inside and shrugged off her bathrobe. Harry stumbled a little at the sight of her pale,
smooth skin.

She spun before a full-height mirror and eyed her reflection critically. "I look good this morning,
don't I?"

"You're lovely, dear," the mirror replied.

Smiling, she faced him. "What do you think, Harry?"

He frowned and turned away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her approach and stiffened up,
resisting the urge to back away.

Narcissa pinched his cheek lightly. "Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,
hmm?"

He scowled at her, but she sashayed off into the shower without a backward glance. The sight of
her swaying hips made him swallow and shift on his feet.

"Coming?" she called over her shoulder.

He started toward the shower, then halted. There was no reason to do as she asked, was there?

"If you prefer, I'll tell my elf to give you another bath."

He hastened after her without a word.

Narcissa turned the tap and sighed in contentment as warm water rained from above. Sparing him a
glance, she pointed at the bottles and jars arrayed on the counter. "Fetch the shampoo, please."

Harry gaped at her before suppressing a sigh and dragging his feet to the counter. He contemplated
the dozen-or-so bottles before selecting the one that looked right. Narcissa didn't hurry him,
luxuriating under the warm water.

"Work up a lather," she said when he returned, "and massage it into my hair." She turned her back
to him.

Struggling not to stare at her arse, he followed the order. As he shampooed her platinum-blonde
locks, she began humming under her breath. He stared incredulously. What was she playing at?

Rinsing the shampoo out, she pointed at the counter again. "Now the conditioner."

He stomped over and returned with another bottle. Without waiting for another order, he poured the
conditioner into his palm and rubbed it into her hair.

"Gently, Harry," she chided. "Yes, that's it."

Gritting his teeth, he massaged the conditioner into her scalp. Narcissa tilted her head back and
sighed with a content expression. Water trickled down her face and her thin, delicate neck. His
fingers twitched as he was gripped by a sudden desire to strangle her. She was a monster. How dare
she act so... so...

"I thought you didn't want to look at me." Her blue eyes peered at him with amusement.

Startled, he looked away and schooled his expression. Could he really have done it?

"Stay still," she said.

Turning her way in confusion, he saw her squirt some shampoo into her palms. She sidled behind
him, brushing his back with her breasts, and sank her fingers into his wild hair, massaging the
shampoo in. Despite himself, his shoulders loosened up. He couldn't recall anyone ever washing
his hair for him. Maybe his parents had.

Narcissa rinsed the shampoo out. "There. Our hair will smell the same now."

He pulled a face. There was no need for her to sound so happy about it.

"Fetch the body wash, won't you?"

Heaving a sigh, he retrieved yet another bottle. Only when he returned to her side did it occur to
him what she would likely ask him to do. His cheeks heated up as he stared down at the marble
tiles.

Her feet shuffled up before him. "Use your hands," she said. "I find that a loofah is too harsh on my
skin."

"Do it yourself," he muttered, shoving the bottle at her without lifting his gaze.

"But it feels so much better to have someone do it for you. Don't you agree? Just like when I
washed your hair."

He gnashed his teeth and kept his head ducked.

"Why won't you look at me, Harry?" Pressing up to him, she nudged up his chin. When he
twitched at the contact, she lifted a hand to her mouth. "Oh! I keep forgetting that despite your
fame, you're but a teenage boy. This must be too stimulating for you."

The mirth in her eyes made him scowl. He silently poured some fragrant liquid into his palm and
set the bottle on a shelf.

Narcissa smiled and spread her arms. "Go ahead."

He slapped his palm onto her forearm and briskly lathered her from her delicate fingers to her slim
shoulders. Then her nape, the sinuous curve of her back. Her skin was smooth and warm under his
palms. Finished with her back, he hesitated a little.

"Should I turn around?" Narcissa asked nonchalantly.

"No, that's alright." He hated how his voice came out higher than normal.

He squirted more body wash into his palms and inched up to her, swallowing when his thighs
touched her arse. His hands trembled slightly as he slipped them around her and trailed them up her
belly until he encountered the swell of her breasts. His breath hitched, and he vacillated before
lathering them up. He tried not to linger yet couldn't help but notice that her nipples hardened under
his touch.
"I'm done," he said, stepping back.

"Done? Do you usually only wash your upper body?" Narcissa turned around. "That's not good,
Harry. You ought to be thorough when it comes to hygiene. Shall I show you how?"

She met his glare with a look of mock concern. Biting back his anger, he crouched before her and
soaped up her smooth legs. Up her slender ankles and the curve of her calves. Her knees and curvy
thighs. He gulped as he came level with her hairless crotch and hurriedly moved on to her other
leg. Don't stare.

Narcissa exhaled contentedly and turned around. Getting the message, he soaped up her pliant arse.
His traitorous cock strained against the cage.

"I'm done," he muttered and rose to his feet.

"Not yet, you're not. Fetch the unscented soap." She sighed when he only stared. "Do I have to
spell it out? You didn't wash me down there. My vulva. Pussy." She smiled at the shiver that went
through him. "Or is it too much for you after all?"

Drawing a shuddering breath, he marched off to bring the soap. A languorous smile played on
Narcissa's lips as she widened her stance expectantly. He didn't know where to look. Averting his
gaze, he lathered up some scentless soap onto his fingers.

Her eyes crinkled at the corners at his hesitation. "Now wash me gently on the outside."

He glanced down, swallowed, and reached between her legs. His face burned under her amused
gaze. He had to get it over quickly.

Narcissa trembled a little at the first contact. His heart raced and his bound cock raged against the
restraints. Sliding his slick palm over her cunt, he smeared it with soap. She moaned, and he let go
as if burned.

"It didn't hurt," she assured, "I was only surprised. As I said, it feels better to have someone else do
it for you."

He pursed his lips at her playful smile. She obviously had been exaggerating her reaction.

"Now it's your turn."

His eyes flicked to hers in startlement. "I'm fine."

"Oh no, I insist," she cooed, picking up the body wash. "You did so well that I simply must show
my appreciation."

His breath caught as she encircled him in her arms. The whole embarrassing process he had gone
through was now repeated on him—except she wasn't content to only use her soft palms but also
rubbed him with her soapy breasts. He tried to ignore it stoically. Tried.

She slowly knelt down and soaped up his legs. Her face was right before his trapped cock, and he
wasn't sure if he would die of shame or arousal first. Squeezing his eyes shut, he imagined being
somewhere far away.

A jolt went through him as she caressed his inner thighs, and he couldn't resist glancing down. She
peered up at him as she gently soaped up his bollocks and slipped her hand up the crack of his arse.
He twitched, then grimaced at her breathy giggle.
At last, she stood up and directed the water to rinse them off. He surreptitiously exhaled in relief.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked, rinsing out her gleaming hair. When he crossed his arms
and looked away, she stepped closer and embraced him. "I mean it, Harry. This has been one of the
more pleasant mornings lately."

Biting his lip, he tried to extricate himself out of her warm slippery hug.

She frowned and stroked his cheek. "What's wrong?"

He grimaced and turned his head away. She knew very well what was wrong, the crazy bitch.

She gasped in mock realization. "Ah! You must be uncomfortable." Her fingertips circled his chest,
then ventured lower, leaving his skin tingling in their wake. "You don't need to suffer. Just say the
word, and I'll be happy to comfort you." She grasped the cage as she leaned in to whisper into his
ear. "Remember the last time? That was so good, Harry. I want your cock inside me again."

He gave an involuntary groan before shoving her away. "Leave me alone!"

Emotion flashed in her eyes; anger, perhaps even hurt. "I offer myself to you, and this is how you
react? You're only making things harder on yourself. If you lost that attitude, there would be no
need for this."

He flinched as she tugged on the cage.

"Have it your way," she said coldly. "You'll stay caged until you beg for me to release you."
 Chapter 5

True to her word, Narcissa left him to stew in his prison. Grateful as he was for the reprieve from
her attentions, there was nothing to occupy himself with in his spartan quarters, and his boredom
eventually reached the point where he would have happily read the entirety of Gilderoy Lockhart's
bibliography. During the day, he ruminated on the fate of his friends and Voldemort's designs. At
night, he was haunted by erotic dreams that invariably left him intensely uncomfortable and
mortified.

Harry groaned and flipped onto his back to stare at the ceiling. Not good. After weeks of being
locked in the damned cage, the slightest thought about the torment he had suffered at the Black
sisters' hands would drive him into a state of shameful arousal.

The locks on his door unlatched in the familiar sequence of clicks. Propping himself on an elbow,
he watched the door swing open with a racing pulse. Speak of the devil—Bellatrix.

"Not going to flail around, Harry?" She strode inside wearing a nasty grin. "It's a little
disappointing. I had fun throwing you around the last time."

His anger spiked, and he tried to school his expression back into stony indifference. Her grin
widened. Scowling, he rolled off the bed and stood stiffly. His gaze swept over her form-hugging
robes, shorter than usual, her wand held loosely at her side.

"Like what you see, Harry?" Leering, she sashayed toward him.

He curled his lip to demonstrate his repugnance and felt a stab of savage satisfaction when her grin
faded.

"Dishonest little boy," she said, halting before him. "Isn't that why Cissy put this thing on you?"
She cupped his crotch. "Show me."

Gritting his teeth, he raised a fist only to freeze when the tip of her wand dug into the hollow of his
throat. Her grin returned as she trailed her wand down the front of his indoor robes. The elf had
brought them a few days ago, and although Harry loathed to admit it, they were more comfortable
than anything he had worn before.

"Are you embarrassed, Harry?" The buttons of his robe popped open in the wake of her wand.
Slipping it under his lapel, she slung his robes back over his shoulders and tied them around his
wrists. "Don't be—Auntie Bella only wants to help."

He tugged at his wrists, but her spell had bound them securely behind his back. When he tried to
retreat, Bellatrix grabbed his caged cock over his boxers to keep him in place. He panted with
impotent anger as she yanked down his underwear and giggled shrilly.

"What a cute little thing! Cissy's ideas are fun, although I'd prefer to use your cock instead of
locking it away." She trailed a finger across his cheek. "Don't you agree?"

Scowling, he turned his head aside.

"I mean it. Let me take off this bothersome cage, and we'll have some fun without her knowing."
Her breath tickled his ear. "It will be our little secret. What do you say, Harry?"

"She said it had a special enchantment—" He swallowed back his words. Don't get drawn into her
game.

Bellatrix's heavy-lidded eyes narrowed. "Do you think so little of me? I'm very, very good at
breaking things." She swished her wand down.

The cage rattled but remained in place. He glanced down, then back at her.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," she purred. "I want you to do something for me first."

He grimaced; of course she would pull something like that. It was stupid to get his hopes up.

She sashayed to the bed and sat onto the edge. Catching her lower lip with her teeth, she spread her
legs until her purple thong was in full display. "Come and get a taste, Harry." She ran her palms
over her inner thighs and moaned.

Heat rushed to his cheeks even as his cock twinged. He averted his gaze and stared stubbornly at
the wall, refusing to give the bitch the attention she craved. A tense silence ensued.

Slap.

Flinching, he looked her way. Her wand rose slowly before falling onto her open palm again. A
small smile played on her lips as she peered at him like a predator would at prey. His breath
quickened and his legs carried him toward her almost of their own accord.

She opened her legs wider in a silent invitation. Balling his fists, he stumbled to a halt. His gaze
lingered on her crotch before he forced himself to meet her eyes.

"If—if I do this, you'll take it off?" He winced at how pathetic he sounded.

"Show some enthusiasm," she purred, "and I'll do more than that."

He opened his mouth to object that he didn't need anything more but thought the better of it. His
gaze flicked to her wand. If he played along, she wouldn't choke him. Maybe, just maybe, she
would even set him free as she promised.

Avoiding her eyes, he kneeled awkwardly before. His face burned as he came level with her thong.
The purple strip of fabric was edged with sheer lace from around which her pubic curls peeked out
obscenely. He tugged at his bound wrists and looked up at Bellatrix in question.

"I wore these all day thinking about you," she whispered, looking down at him. "Have a taste."

He stared at her face, then between her legs. Did she expect him to lick her dirty—

Slap.

The sound of her wand hitting her palm was like a rush of icy water. Swallowing, he wiggled
closer and lowered his head between her legs. Her womanly scent made his treacherous cock
twitch. Get it over with. Squeezing his eyes shut, he stuck out his tongue and licked. The satiny
fabric clung to his tongue and dragged over her cunt.

She giggled. "More enthusiasm, Harry. It's your favorite dessert, remember?" She sank her hand
into his hair and tugged him closer.

Humiliation surged through him as he obediently licked harder. Pressing the fabric between her
nether lips, he wiggled his tongue. Bellatrix shivered and tightened her fingers in his hair. The
familiar taste of her arousal made his cock throb against the cage.
"Mhm... A little higher." She tugged him toward where she wanted him. "This is nice, but we don't
have all day."

He cracked open his eyes. The fabric under his tongue was dark with moisture that wasn't just
saliva. He licked his way higher. When Bellatrix's legs jerked, he assaulted the spot that had
elicited the response with a single-minded tenacity.

"K-keep going," she breathed.

He suppressed the strange pride he felt at the hitch in her voice. Firming his tongue, he lapped at
that sensitive spot.

Her breathing quickened and her fingers clenched in his hair. He swirled the wet fabric over her
cunt relentlessly. She moaned and brought her legs together. His earlier shame seemed to disappear
as the need to complete his task consumed him.

With a hoarse moan, she squeezed her thighs together and convulsed against him. He winced as her
fingers wrenched at his hair but couldn't escape until she was done. Drawing back, he blinked the
tears out of his eyes.

She gazed back at him through her lashes. "Well done. Now show me your poor little cock."

The promise of freedom was so tantalizing that he unblushingly widened his knees. She scrutinized
the cage, tutted sympathetically, and swished her wand. The cage detached from the steel ring
clamped around his root and fell to the floor. He released a shuddering sigh. At last.

Even though she hadn't so much as touched him, his cock swelled with each heartbeat. Squirming,
he frantically willed it to go down, knowing Bellatrix would mock him, but the damn thing had a
mind of its own.

She giggled and nudged his heavy balls with the tip of her socked foot. "It's been so long, hasn't it?
Auntie Bella will make it all better. Stay just like that."

She stood up before him and hiked up her robes. Wiggling off her soaked thong, she stepped out of
it one leg after another. His cock hardened so much it hurt.

Sitting back on the bed, she pinched the thong with her toes and dangled it over his erection. He
watched breathlessly as she lowered it until the damp fabric brushed his tip. Bellatrix circled his
twitching cock, teasing and tickling, then pressed the thong against it with her foot. He groaned.

"Since you did such a good job, I'll let you cum into my knickers," she said. "All you need to do is
ask."

He panted for air as her foot rubbed his cock with torturous slowness. "I—I did what you wanted.
Just let me be."

"But you look so uncomfortable," she said in a little girl's voice. "Auntie Bella only wants to help.
We're related, and no matter how distant, it's a sacred duty to help one's family."

His blood boiled. "Family? You're delusional!"

She trampled him with her foot. "A filthy half-blood like you should be honored!" Her lips twisted
into a sneer. "You need to spend a few more weeks in the cage and reflect, I think."

His eyes widened. He would've likely begged her to forgive him and promised to perform whatever
humiliating acts she wanted him to, but the moment he opened his mouth, she shoved her bundled-
up thong inside. Before he could spit it out, a tap of her wand locked his jaws together.

Madness gleamed in her eyes as she listened to his muffled protests. He began to rise, but a flick of
her wand caused an invisible weight to press him down. She watched him struggle with a sneer
before performing a complicated twirl. A black riding crop materialized from thin air and fell into
her waiting hand.

"Mother always used this to punish Bella when she misbehaved," she said in a sing-song voice,
running her finger along the crop. "She would strip her naked and whip her until she learned her
lesson." Seeing Harry shocked into stillness, she grabbed his chin and glared. "What's with that
look, boy?"

He gave a muffled noise and dropped his gaze.

Bellatrix shoved him away. "That's right. Bella deserved the pain because she was being naughty...
as do you."

Laying her wand aside, she tested the crop by flexing it and letting go. He swallowed as it whistled
through the air, not liking where this was going at all. Was he still able to, he would have begged
her to get him off with her foot as she had offered.

Bellatrix reared her arm and struck his shoulder, leaving an angry red welt across his skin. He
yowled and struggled against the invisible weight but it was for naught. She struck his other
shoulder, and he ducked his head to protect his face.

"Be thankful," she said, "this is for your own good."

He raised his head and growled through the gag. Bellatrix cackled and swatted the crop across his
chest. He doubled over, his vision blurry with tears. Not to be deterred, she circled him and
smacked his bottom, making him shudder.

"This should remind you that bad things happen when you defy me." Her legs were the only thing
he saw from his cringing bow as she circled back to his front. "Look at me, boy." The crop fell on
his back. "Look at me!"

Straightening up, he met her eyes with his teary ones.

She smirked as she flexed the crop. "Are we clear?"

He bobbed his head.

"Excellent... Just one more question." Bending forward, she poked his cock with the crop. "What is
this?"

He flinched and looked down. The tip of the crop traced the underside of his cock from his balls to
the tip, making him tremble.

"Why are you still hard, Harry?" she asked in a mock falsetto. "Do you enjoy getting punished by
Auntie Bella, hmm?"

He began shaking his head, but his motion was cut short by the crop striking his inner thigh. The
jolt made him rise briefly off the floor. Bellatrix cackled as she alternated swats between his
thighs.
His breathing grew ragged, and he whimpered with each fall of the crop. She ran the tip over the
stinging lashes then carved new ones into his flesh, drawing ever closer to his crotch.

"It's not going down. How am I going to stuff it into the cage?" Her amused tone belied her frown.
"Looks like Auntie Bella will have to punish your nasty cock directly."

His eyes widened, and he pleaded indistinctly through the gag. Bellatrix grinned. Leaning forward,
she swung at his balls but stopped an inch away. Yelping in fear, he squeezed his legs together.

Bellatrix tutted and thrust the tip of the crop under his chin to nudge it up. "We're not done, Harry.
Spread your legs." Her voice hardened. "Spread your legs or I'll do it for you."

A tear rolled down his cheek. With a helpless noise, he straightened up and bared himself to her.

"Well done. Now take your punishment."

He squeezed his eyes shut, trembling in anticipation of pain. His eyes flew open in surprise when
the crop landed on his shaft instead of his balls. Even though it still smarted, she hadn't hit him
nearly as hard as before.

Smiling nastily, Bellatrix worked her way up his shaft. His cock that had deflated in fear began to
stiffen again as the crop smacked lightly and rapidly against his sensitive underside.

Tap, tap, tap. His breathing quickened, and he trembled for an entirely different reason than before.
A droplet of precum beaded at the tip of his cock. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. This
couldn't possibly feel good. It shouldn't feel good, and yet...

Bellatrix gave a mock gasp. "Your cock wasn't leaking before, Harry. You really are enjoying
this." Tap. "You sick." Tap. "Perverted." Tap. "Boy." Tap.

The crop paused, and he looked up at her. Smirking, Bellatrix smeared his precum over the tip and
resumed tapping the underside of his crown, even lighter and faster than before. Harry gritted his
teeth and tried to wiggle backward, but there was no escape.

"Do you want to cum? You're going back into your cage one way or another, but you could get
some relief." Tap, tap, tap. "Tell me, Harry."

His breathing grew ragged, his cock twitching, the crop slapping it wetly over and over.

"Tell me."

The blend of pleasure and pain consumed his mind. Bellatrix slowed down gradually, watching
him. Before he even realized what he was doing, he gave a helpless noise and bobbed his head.

She smiled and sped up again. "Good boy."

Shame washed over him, but it paled before his raging need for release. He closed his eyes so he
wouldn't have to see her mocking face and trembled as his pleasure mounted. His lower muscles
tensed, and he balled his fists. Finally... after all these weeks...

The frantic slaps of the crop suddenly stopped, and he opened his eyes to stare at her in betrayal.
Bellatrix smiled widely. He groaned through her knickers as his cock twitched feebly, releasing a
pathetic dribble without any accompanying pleasure.

She cackled in delight. "Let this be a lesson to you, Harry. The next time Auntie Bella tells you to
do something, you better listen."

She vanished the mess he had made and wrestled his cock back into the cage, making him
whimper and squirm as the steel rings squeezed down his erection. She straightened up and
contemplated his bound form with her dark heavy-lidded eyes.

"You should be able to move in another hour or so. Until then, suck on my knickers and think
about what you've missed out on."

She hiked up her robes and swayed her arse to illustrate her meaning, and despite himself, Harry
couldn't refrain from looking. With a satisfied smirk, she pivoted and left. Tears of humiliation
stung his eyes as he watched the door swing shut behind her.
 Chapter 6

On the front page of the Daily Prophet, under the headline of Pius Thicknesse Vows to Heal the
Nation, the new Minister of Magic smiled vacantly as he waved at the camera. The articles only
got worse from there. Professors Carrow to Revise Hogwarts Curriculum. Undesirables Flee to
France.

Harry crumpled the paper and threw it at the wall with a snarl. He had no illusions why the elf had
brought him the Daily Prophet along with his breakfast. Voldemort had won—and they wanted
him to know.

His fists clenched. He could only hope that there was some truth in those articles and that the
remains of the Order had indeed fled the country. Now that his quest to destroy the horcruxes
ground to an ignominious end, there was no stopping Voldemort.

Female voices filtered from outside his room, followed by the click of the locks. He sprang to his
feet as the door opened revealing Bellatrix and Narcissa. He gaped, for a moment even forgetting
his impotent anger. They wore sheer negligees—Bellatrix black and Narcissa a nearly transparent
white—that afforded him a tantalizing view of their breasts and matching lacy knickers.

The sisters broke into satisfied smiles, came inside, and closed the door. Harry swallowed and
looked away, his cock already swelling against the cage. From the corner of his eye, he saw
Narcissa sway toward him, the diaphanous fabric fluttering about her shapely hips.

"Did something in the paper upset you?" she asked sympathetically. "You don't have to worry
about those things any longer. The war is over."

"It's not," he gritted out, meeting her eyes. "Not while I'm alive."

Bellatrix laughed shrilly. "You think a boy like you can stand against the Dark Lord? All you're
good for is amusing Cissy and me."

Harry stepped forward and opened his mouth, but Narcissa laid a palm against his chest. "It is over,
and the sooner you accept it, the better," she said, caressing his tense jaw. "Do you like your new
robes? I had them tailored just for you. I could bring you books and other amusements. Even move
you to a better room." She leaned in to whisper into his ear. "You won't be allowed to leave the
mansion, but if you're a good boy, your stay can be very, very pleasant."

Her heady perfume made his heart race with something more than anger. He shook his head and
asked, almost pleading, "Why?"

"The Dark Lord wills it," Bellatrix said reverently, "and I do not presume to question him." She
leered at him. "So Auntie Bella will take good care of you."

"Speaking of which," Narcissa said, lowering her hand to his chest, "today marks a month you've
been locked up."

Bellatrix giggled and groped him through his trousers. "You must be so pent-up."

He scowled and stepped back only to halt when Narcissa lifted a thin silver chain from around her
neck and showed him the tiny key suspended on it. Smiling at his reaction, she allowed it to slide
back down between her large round breasts.
"If you're a good boy," she said.

He bit back his retort and didn't resist as the Black sisters descended upon him. Narcissa slowly
unbuttoned his robes and his shirt, not missing the opportunity to press her breasts against him,
while Bellatrix yanked down his trousers and groped his arse, making him squirm. Soon the two
divested him of his clothes, leaving him bare save for the blasted cage.

Narcissa grasped his elbow and led him to the bed. She frowned at the messy sheets and smoothed
them with a swish of her wand. Seating him at the edge, she perched down next to him and pulled
him into a gentle kiss. His breath hitched, and he drew back, but she slipped her hand behind his
neck and pulled him back in.

Bellatrix pressed up to him from the other side and stroked his thigh. When she made her way to
his crotch and cupped his balls, he jerked, causing her to cackle. Narcissa caressed his chest,
making goosebumps erupt on his skin. Sandwiched between their warm bodies, breathing their
scent, he quivered with desire.

"It's about time you gave us an answer," Narcissa said. "Don't you want mummy to make it all
better?" She ran her hand down his taut stomach.

"Don't you want Auntie Bella to make you cum?" Bellatrix added with a grin.

He bit the inside of his cheek as shame and need warred within him. Narcissa unclasped the chain
and spun the key lightly on her delicate finger. His cock throbbed at the promise of freedom.

"All you have to do is ask," Narcissa said softly.

"Please..." Squeezing his eyes shut, he choked out, "Please make me cum."

"Good boy." She patted his head. "Lie back and let us show you how good it can be when you're
obedient."

His breathing quickened, and swallowing back his shame, he laid down. Tilting his head forward,
he watched Narcissa stoop over the cage. The soft click as the steel rings loosened was the sweetest
sound he had heard in months. The minute she slipped the cage off, his cock rose like a pole under
the sisters' gleeful gazes.

Narcissa draped herself over him and kissed him again. As if in a daze, he embraced her and kissed
her back. His cock twitched in the air, begging to be touched. He couldn't remember ever being
this hard, not even when Bellatrix had so cruelly introduced him to the pleasures of sex.

Suddenly Bellatrix raised one of his legs and whispered an incantation. Something cool trickled
inside his arse. Yelping, he raised his head and goggled. She stood before him with a fake cock
strapped to her crotch, its length gleaming with oil. Sending him a nasty grin, she slipped a finger
inside him.

"W-what are you doing?" He propped himself on an elbow, but Narcissa's palm on his chest held
him down.

"Bella's only helping you cum," she said in a little girl's voice. "If you don't want to, shall we put
you back into your cage for another month?"

He shuddered at the threat, the fight draining from him. Anything but that. Heat crept up his cheeks
as he eyed the fake cock. Was he really going to let her...
"You will like it, you'll see," Narcissa said, clearly relishing his struggle. "Be gentle, won't you,
Trixie?"

"Of course," she purred, stroking her strap-on. Her voice abruptly hardened. "Now raise your legs
and let me fuck your arse."

He looked from her dark mad eyes to Narcissa's amused ones to the steel cage on the bed. With a
helpless groan, he closed his eyes and lifted his legs, his face burning in shame.

Bellatrix cackled. "Good boy."

Harry couldn't help crying out as the thick, slick shaft plunged into his arse. Bellatrix remained still
for a few moments as he clenched around it, then began to thrust. His plea to stop was swallowed
by Narcissa, who clamped her mouth over his and slipped her tongue inside. Even as she devoured
his mouth, she seized his wrist and guided his hand to her breast.

Bellatrix's slick fingers closed around his throbbing cock, making him groan against Narcissa's
mouth and squeeze her negligee-covered breast. She pumped him in a rhythm with her thrusts. In
no time at all, he felt his balls tighten with impending release.

"Feels good having Bella's cock up your arse, doesn't it?" she said, plunging ever deeper inside
him. "Sick little boy."

Succumbing to the pleasure, Harry gave a strangled grunt and bucked into her hand. Narcissa
pulled back and laughed as rope after rope of his cum arched through the air and splattered his
stomach, chest, even his face, the last pulses dribbling over Bellatrix's fingers.

Bellatrix kept jerking him roughly until he whimpered and squirmed at the sensitivity. Letting go,
she pulled out of his arse and smeared his cum over her strap-on.

"Did you notice that I modeled this thing after yours?" she asked. "When I lube it with your cum, it
will be like getting fucked by your own cock." Giggling at his expression, she drove into his ass
again.

"D-don't!" he cried.

Narcissa rose to her knees and frowned down at him. "You still don't understand your position,
Harry," she said in the tone of scolding an unruly child. "Enough is when we have enough."

Turning around, she swung her leg over his head and sat on his face. Harry gave a muffled noise
and tossed his head side to side as he struggled to draw breath. She smothered him for a few
seconds as if to make a point, then rose a few inches and reached back to slide her knickers aside.

He swallowed as he was faced with the sight of her hairless cunt. To his shock, despite the
humiliation she was putting him through, a part of him longed to taste her.

"Lick me," she said.

Without much hesitation, he stuck out his tongue and lapped at her vulva. Narcissa gave a
quivering sigh and backed into him to give him better access. He raised his hand to tug her knickers
farther aside.

"Like that," Narcissa breathed. "Good boy. Let me reward you."

She bent forward and took his cock into her hot wet mouth. Harry hissed as she bobbed her head.
He resumed his efforts to please her, knowing that was the only way his torment would ever end.

"How does Cissy's cunt taste?" Bellatrix taunted, thrusting deeper. "As good as mine?"

He moaned muffledly as her shaft prodded him somewhere deep inside, sending pleasurable jolts
up his spine. Narcissa sucked him harder, rocking against his mouth. The taste of her arousal was
rich on his tongue.

Soon Narcissa's vigorous pace took the better of him, and he started to pant and tense. She gently
cupped his still-heavy balls and sucked him relentlessly.

Moaning, he erupted into her mouth. Narcissa pumped his cock with her hand and kept him inside
her mouth until he was done. Bellatrix at last pulled out of him, making him breathe a sigh of
relief.

Rising, Narcissa came face to face with him and drew him into a deep kiss. He sputtered in disgust
as she spilled his salty seed into his mouth, but she sank her fingers into his hair and didn't let him
pull away. Bellatrix giggled shrilly as she watched. When Narcissa drew up, swollen-lipped and
pink-cheeked, he glowered at her, but she only gave him a languid smile.

"This is making me so hot," she said throatily. "It's been far too long since I had your hard cock
inside me."

She sat back, peeled off her soaked knickers, and tossed them over his chest. Sinking to her fours,
she wiggled her plump arse at him. "You know how I like it, Harry. Just think: were it not for your
stubbornness, you could have had this any time."

Harry licked his lips as the desire to be inside her stirred within him. Bellatrix clambered onto the
bed and grasped his half-limp cock.

"I'll get your pathetic half-blood cock hard again," she said, jerking him. "What do you say?"

He groaned at the sensitivity and dropped his gaze. "T-thank you."

"Call me Auntie Bella," she jeered, squeezing him hard. "After all, we're family."

Hot tears of shame stung his eyes. "Thank you... auntie."

"Hurry up," Narcissa said, spreading herself with her hand. "Look how wet mummy is for you."

Harry felt as if he were somewhere far away and it was someone else controlling his body.
Bellatrix nudged him forward, and he obediently approached Narcissa on his knees. He pressed his
cock at her slippery entrance but still wasn't hard enough to enter.

She whimpered in frustration. "Hurry up and fuck me, Harry."

"You heard her, boy." Pressing her breasts to his back, Bellatrix shoved her strap-on inside him in
one swift thrust, making him cry out. "Give her what she wants so I can have you next." Grabbing
his cock, she shoved him forward.

Harry's moan echoed Narcissa's as he was sheathed within her wet heat. Bellatrix drew back and
speared his arse again, driving him into her sister. Her fingers remained clamped almost painfully
around the root of his cock as if it were nothing more than a toy to be used for their debauched
pleasure.
Whimpering, he gave in to the brisk rhythm she dictated. Narcissa slumped face-first onto the
sheets and rubbed herself between the legs, moaning breathlessly. His fingers tightened on her hips.
It was humiliating and shameful and wrong, and yet... Yet some tiny part of him was enjoying it.

"Your cock is so good," Narcissa moaned. "Harder."

Overtaken by lust, he moved faster without any urging from Bellatrix, plunging his overworked
cock into Narcissa and fucking himself on her sister's strap-on. God did it feel good to be inside her
after all this time, to slam his cock so deep his balls slapped her cunt lips, to feel her quiver under
him...

Bellatrix let go of his cock and slung her arm around his neck. "You will cum when Cissy does,"
she said. "Not a second before, understand?"

His eyes bulged out, and he nodded frantically, but she didn't loosen her grip. Narcissa whimpered
at his break of rhythm and thrust back against him.

"Don't stop," she moaned. "Mummy will cum around your cock."

He grunted helplessly and pounded her, wheezing in breath after breath as Bellatrix's arm
constricted his windpipe. She murmured in his ear, but he could no longer comprehend her mad
ravings, dizzy in equal parts with the lack of air and the pleasure mounting in his loins.

Narcissa moaned louder, tightening and tightening around him, until she arched her back and
clamped around his cock so hard that it instantly triggered his release. He tilted back his head and
screamed as he exploded inside her, clenching around Bellatrix's strap-on, shuddering in pleasure
so powerful that he thought he would pass out.

Bellatrix's arm finally loosened, and he slumped forward, gasping for air. She pulled out her strap-
on, making him gasp, and patted his arse with a laugh. Narcissa sighed appreciatively and thrust
back at him several times before disengaging from him.

"Don't think you get a break just yet," Bellatrix said, shoving him onto his back. "Let us have some
fun like we used to." Her wand appeared in her hand as if by magic, and stabbing it at his slick
cock, she hissed, "Petrificus."

He trembled as she bunched aside her knickers and slid her wet cunt against his cock, her eyes
gleaming madly. Then Narcissa came into his line of sight and straddled his face again.

"Even though it was your third time, you filled me so well." She spread her nether lips, dribbling
cum onto his lips. "Won't you clean me up?"

Harry looked up at her devilish blue eyes, and some last bastion of defiance in him crumbled.
Maybe it was all over. Maybe he could do nothing but surrender to the Black sisters.

And maybe, whispered that depraved part of his mind, he would even enjoy being their toy.

"Yes, mummy," he said, leaning up.

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