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A Little Lestrange	By : DTheSwitch Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 10473 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1: Will and a Way
Darkness.
With only the tip of light from his wand to guide him, Neville Longbottom gulps against his better judgment as he delves deeper into the dark depths of the forest. The Death Eater ambush had come so suddenly, they barely had time to fight it off. They had been separated, divided, perhaps conquered. But Neville couldn�t give in to thoughts of failure, he had to stand brave, stand tall, against the forces of evil. That was what his parents would have wanted.
A laugh, a cackling, maniacal, almost fiendish laugh, echoes and rebounds off every surface. A familiar laugh, one that made Neville�s blood boil.
�Lost and all alone, poor little Neville Longbottom,� the voice mocks, in a singsong lyrical cruelty, part lost in dementia.
�Lestrange,� Neville shouts, pointing his wand in many directions, his voice quivers somewhat, �Show yourself!�
�But what would be the fun in that?� He took steps closer, but they didn�t seem to make her echoing calls come closer or more far away.
�Y-y-y-y-your nothin� but a coward.�
�I-I-I-I-I�m not-in� but a cowar�, am I?� he can practically see her face in his mind�s eye, her mocking look, deep-lidded brown eyes looking up, her tiny mouth jabbering, mocking Neville�s fear.
He senses movement behind him. He turns. Nothing.
He feels the warm touch of fingers on the back of his neck, a whiff of her scent, so close he can smell it. He turns, �Stupefy!� He fires his wand to nothing.
�You�ll have to do better than that, love. Crucio!�
The painful curse hits Neville, he grits his teeth and furrows his brow as he drops to the ground.
He seems the black hem of her dress, ripped and stitched back together, like she�s literally coming apart. He struggles to regain his feet.
�Isn�t this a familiar sight? A Longbottom at my feet.�
He feels his eyes grow heavy, his body even heavier, like he�s made out of lead, the curse Lestrange is uttering growing more and more distant in her ears. Before he knows it, blackness has enveloped him.
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Neville awakes with a start in a dank and dark cell. No idea where he is, no wand, nothing save for the clothes on his back.
No doors, no windows, nothing save for stone and a small cot in the corner. Is this Azkaban? Neville wonders silently to himself. Not quite. It looks like it, but different. Warped, perhaps twisted in a chaotic mind.
He feels her body drape over him like a shawl; her scent fills his nose, her hands rest comfortably around his neck, her chin digs at its base.
�You�re finally up.�
Neville bursts from Bellatrix�s clutches, trying to build distance between her and him, reaching for his wand, fearful when he realizes that he has none.
�Want to blast me away, Longbottom? Do you want to use the killing curse on me?�
�I�d rather see you rot in Azkaban for the rest of your life for what you did!�
�For what? Killing a few mudbloods and blood-traitors? I�d hardly call that a crime.�
A demented light fills her eyes, �Do you want to see into my thoughts, boy? Do you want to know just how your parents suffered at my hand?�
�You�re a monster!�
�Flattery will get you everywhere, child.�
�What do you want me for?�
�Who said I wanted you for anything?� her grin was cruel and sadistic, �Maybe I was trying to capture Potter and just had to settle for you instead. Maybe it would amuse me to have you here.�
She draws her wand, Neville flinches uncontrolled but tries to hide it.
�Don�t worry, Longbottom. I wouldn�t go through the trouble of bringing you all the way here just to kill you now.�
She waves her wand, �Imperio!�
Neville feels his body become no longer his own. He is a puppet, and Lestrange is pulling the strings. He feels his rage build, but its powerless to be expressed.
She waves her wand and he drops to his knees.
Lestrange hikes up her dress and lifts her leg up on a stool. She�s wearing a dark leathery thigh high boot.
�Crawl to me,� she commands and he obeys.
�Worship me. Kiss and lick every inch of my body. Start with the tip of my boot and work the way up.� He does. �Slowly. And start back at the beginning.� He does it slowly.
Neville felt like vomiting, he was inches away from Bellatrix Lestrange, forced to lick her boot, it had the acrid taste of leather. It made him sick, but he felt a strange dull ache in his chest. He gets to the top of her boot, midway on her thigh. She pulls her boot away and brings her other boot up. He kisses and licks his way up the other boot.
�Up on your feet now. Up, up, there�s a good boy.� She reaches down and grabs at the crotch of his trousers. His member begins to stiffen up.
She begins to loosen up the top of her bodice and remove her dress. Her petite breasts come out, and her lithe aristocratic form, hinted at in her dress, is unveiled in all its glory. She waves her wand and Neville�s clothes vanish in a flash, he is powerless to conceal his nakedness from her.
She looks at him appraisingly, she grins maliciously, �Is that as big as it gets? � Oh well, I�ll just have to make do, now won�t I?�
She leans in, taking the whole of his member in her hand. �Is it me? Maybe you�d get a bigger one thinking about one of those mudblood sluts, like Granger or Lovegood, or a blood traitor like Weasley?� She feels it for changes, little is forthcoming. �You�d be lucky to be with a woman of my exquisite breeding, Longbottom.�
�Have you ever even been with a woman, Longbottom?� She looks him dead in the eye. He wants to scream out, to lash out at her, but his mind cannot resist. �No? I�ll be the first then? What fun. I�m afraid after you experience a pure-blooded witch like myself that little else will compare. Every part of me is pure and incredible. Here, feel.�
She takes his hand and jams it between her legs. He can feel the warmth and the wetness. �Feel that? Stick a finger inside. Go ahead.� He puts his finger inside her, it�s tight and warm and wet. She groans. �Good show, Longbottom.�
She pushes his head down, �Lick me.� She opens her legs and spreads apart her lips as she thrusts Neville headfirst into her pussy. He feels his tongue move seemingly of its own accord, brushing against her tiny white clit. She groans as he does this. �Put your fingers in there too while you�re at it.�
One arm braces on her thigh, grabbing a handful of her ass while the other slides a finger inside. She groans, �Good. There may be some fun I can have with you, yet.�
He slides his index finger in and out of her wetness. It curves upward, brushing against a part of her that feels�different from the rest, spongier. She groans, �You found my spot! You little bugger! You found it right away! That�s it, keep it up, just like that, just like�� She groans as an orgasm rocks her body. She shudders, spasming hard against Neville�s face. She grabs his head with both hands as she thrusts her hips into his mouth, riding him.
�That was a good job, Longbottom. But you aren�t done yet.�
She turns around, her ass less than an inch away from Neville�s face. She slaps it, Neville watches it ripple. She takes her hands and spreads her ass wide open. �I want you to worship my ass, Longbottom. It�s vastly superior to anything you will likely experience.�
Neville struggles to resist, but the nagging pull of Bellatrix�s power pulls her closer and closer. His tongue slides inside her tight hole, he gets a mouthful of salty taste, and something, something disgusting.
�How does it taste, Longbottom? Better than those half-breed tarts and their loose baggy cunts. I bet Granger tastes like a mouthful of hair and bad sardines. But my ass�it tastes exquisite doesn�t it?�
It took Neville a moment to realize it, but Bellatrix was right. Her ass tasted delicious. He wanted to stop, but the Imperius Curse kept his hands gripping her ass, his tongue stuck up inside it.
�Have you ever fantasized about it, Longbottom? Sticking your tiny, pathetic, dick inside of the forbidden darkness?� He had never even dreamt of it before now. He saw her hands stray down, rubbing her clit with swift circles. She enjoyed this, Neville realizes, degrading him, humiliating him, pleasuring herself while he was on his knees, his tongue inside her. �Well, you�ll never have it. No matter how much you beg, no matter how much you plead. Never.�
�Well, aren�t you going to beg? I order you to beg for my ass.�
Neville tries to grit his teeth, he tries to struggle, he tries to resist. He says, muffled, ��Please�let me�have your�ass�Bellatrix��
�Mistress Lestrange.� She says, as though he spoke clear as a bell.
��Mistress Lestrange�may I please�have your�ass�?�
�Did you listen to me you stupid, stupid, twit? No matter how much you beg and plead, my precious ass is a delicious hole you will never fill, never possess. That�s enough, now��
She motions, and a smooth wooden table materializes in the middle of the room. ��Lay on the table.� He does so. She crawls on top of him. He can feel the warmth of her body, every sense was heightened in fear, anger, and arousal, but he was powerless to do more than make a note of it. Her hand guides him inside of her, he feels the warmth, the wetness, the tightness of her body envelop him, she closes her eyes as it slides in, �It feels bigger than it looks, but not by much.�
�Now fuck me.� His hips rock of their own accord. He has no power to stop it. All he can do is look up at her cold and demanding face. �Is that it? You�re going to have to fuck me harder than that, Longbottom. Harder. Now.�
His thrusts become harder and faster. She rolls her eyes. �No, you stupid pathetic twit. Like this.� She repositions herself, her feet on the table, and she slams herself down on him hard. He feels what will likely become bruises in the morning already forming as Bellatrix slams down on him again, and again, hard, and fast, in rapid succession. It hurts a little bit, but it feels good also. In response to her orders he thrusts back as hard as he is capable of.
She starts getting more into it, her body grinding hard against his. Her breasts bounce slightly with each bound and rebound. Neville feels his heartbeat increasing, his breath growing short.
�The little weakling wants to come, now does he? Is he enjoying this beautiful, pureblooded pussy? Answer me truthfully now.�
Neville stammers as the answers slips out of the back of his mind, �Y-y-y-es, Mistress Lestrange. I, I, I�m enjoying this�beautiful pureblooded pussy. I, I, I, I, I�m going to come soon, I think��
�How about now?� Bellatrix digs her nails into his chest, drawing blood. She pulls a long line across her hand, sticking it into her mouth, tasting it. It stings like crazy, and burns a little, but the stinging is accompanied by that same dull ache, that same crazy feeling.
�Y-y-y-yes�yes Mistress Lestrange��
She smiles a sadistic smile, �Then you�re even sicker than I thought, aren�t you, Longbottom? Say it, say I�m a perverted little freak who gets off on pain,�
�I, I, I, I�m a, a, a��
�Say it, now, or you won�t get to come.�
�I�m a perverted little freak who gets off on pain!�
�Good. Good.� She drew more blood, drew a long line down her neck, between her breasts, past her soft stomach, and down to her lightly haired pubic mound.
�Now, Neville dear,� her voice became soft, concerned, almost maternal, �I�m getting pretty close to another one myself. So, if you can get me all the way there, I�ll give you a special gift. I�ll allow you to stain me, soil my pureness with your seed across my wet pussy. Would you like that, Neville? To come inside of me?�
�Y�y��
�Not so fast, just a minute or so more��
And soon enough, like clockwork, the thrusting and the grinding brought Bellatrix to orgasm. She screamed as her body was wracked with pleasure, her face flush, yelling �Now, Neville, come inside me!� as he spurted a long white stream deep inside of her. He collapsed, feeling all the visceral pleasure of the orgasm and the afterglow.
The moment was short-lived. He felt a sharp pain in his side as he felt himself knocked to the floor.
Bellatrix was over him still, naked, a wand pressed to his forehead.
�Oh, but the game gets even more fun now, doesn�t it? Does Longbottom live or does he die? What use can you be to me now? You mean nothing to me, you insignificant speck. I could snuff out your life with the killing curse as easily as I could live and breathe.�
She leans in close to him, licks her lips, bites her lower lip, moves in closer, whispers into his ear, �The only reason you will live is because you are my slave. My little servant. We are connected now, the two of us. You are the slave, I am Mistress Lestrange, and my will is your desire. Say it.�
He paused. He suddenly realized the Imperius curse was no longer affecting him. How long had it been? What things did he say under his own power? �I am your slave. Your little half-blood servant. We are connected now. I am the slave, you are Mistress Lestrange, and your will is my desire.� The words continued as the dull ache in his chest continued.
She smiled. It made the ache worse. �There�s a good boy.� Things grew vague and misty, like his eyes had suddenly gone out of focus.
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Darkness.
Neville awakens with a start in his bed. He is panting, a cold sweat. Was it all a dream?
He reaches down, feels the claw marks on his chest and knows, somehow, that it was more complicated than that.
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