The Dark Lord's Dominatrix

The Cruciatus Curse

(This story is set in before the birth of Harry Potter, with Bella in her mid twenties and Voldemort in his forties. I will add in more chapters before this one, to trace out how they met and all, but please bear with me right now for starting in the middle of nowhere)

The Lord and the slave are the two sides of the same coin. Both flesh and blood. Both craving power. One in the exertion of it, one through its subjection. And in him, they co-exist. And the lure of submitting to a particular, irresistible young woman. To Bella.

Her dark eyes were boring into him, looking down, scrutinising him, a sneer forming on her red thin, sensuous lips as he shifted his weight on his knees. He lowered his dark brown eyes, fixing his gaze on the ground at her feet. Bella took out her wand from the inside pocket of her cloak, and her stern jawlines barely moved as she cast the incancerous spell.

A translucent coil emerged from the tip of her wand and flowed through the air to bind his arms and legs tightly together. She also procured his collar from the air, and it fixed itself on his neck, with a sudden clink. In the glow of the setting sun, coming through the tainted window panes of the large hall, it looked pretty on his pale neck. It was a thick black leather collar with a nameplate in the center. The platinum nameplate of the collar was engraved in deep-set, smug black letters:

Tom Riddle
Property of Bellatrix

He swallowed as Bella's footsteps reverberated across the hall as she came closer to where he was fixed on his knees. She removed her brown fur cloak to reveal a sleeveless black corset-dress that stopped above her knees. Her fishnet stockings highlighted the softness of her thighs.

He was naked and waiting. Powerless. Wand-less. He could taste his anticipation in his mouth. "Look at me, Tom," Bella's silky voice was almost imploring, while she bent down, her fingers trailing down from his collar bone to downwards. Her fingers were icy cold and he felt a shiver run down his spine as her left hand made its way past his windpipe, and ger fingers travelled down to clasp around the length of his cock.

"Oh, Bella, please," he implored, wanting desperately to be stroked there. She hardened her grip on his stiff cock and raised her wand with a wave...and the tip of her wand suddenly became reddish, erupting heat like an ember. Tom's body stiffened as she lightly trailed the smoldering end of her wand across his torso, down the same path her fingers trailed earlier. He showed no expression of pain and closed his eyes as the wand lingered above his pubic hair. Bella windrew her hand from his hard cock and eyed the bruises forming across his pale skin and snickered. Pre-cum was oozing out of his cock, and remained hanging in the air, sticking from the tip of his cock.

"Tom," Bella said witha an edge to her voice, "I asked you to look at me." The dark-chocolate eyeballs met Bella's strikingly black ones and he gasped at the beauty of her heavy eyelids. Her fingers travelled down, and the glowing end of her wand tapped lightly against the middle of his balls. Tap, tap. He jerked back in reflex, and struggled to hold his ground as Bellatrix relentlessly prodded his balls with her wand-end. He noticed with a shiver that her wand almost looked like a crooked old finger in the light glow of the evening.

"Ple..please, Bella," his voice was cracked with pain, "Touch me."
She spat on him and pushed him to the marble floor, abruptly landing kicks on his torso with her black high-heeled boots.

"Commanding me, are you?" she roared, "You are just a squirming vermin under my foot."
Her eyes were impenetrable and there was a sadistic curl to her lips as she removed the coils that binded his arms and legs with another spell.

"Get up, Tom," she said impatiently with a snarl. Voldemort looked up at the woman towering before him, entranced by the vile fire erupting from her dark black eyes, and his glance traveled down to her well developed breasts and the thin waistline, accentuated by her black corset-dress.

"Taking all the time in the world, are we?"

Bellatrix was fuming, and as Voldemort tried to scamble up to his legs, she pointed her wand right at his chest and before he could anticipate it, bellowed--

"Crucio".

Voldemort fell back to his knees, his face twiching, controlling the urge to fall down to the ground, while every single muscle in his body screamed with excruciating pain.

"Oh, Tom, you need to be attentive when I ask you to do something,"

Bella said with a chuckle, the wand still pointing straight at him. He squirmed and stiffled the scream forming on his throat and tried to get up on his legs.

Once he managed to get up, Bellatrix pushed him against the wall with her other hand, without releasing the cruciatus curse, and her fingers found his cock again. His head was bursting with everything that was happening to him at once... her hands strocking his cock, her teeth biting on to his shoulder, and the excruciating pain coursing through his body, blinding him.

He desperately tried to focus only on Bella's touch...her mouth on him, her kisses now trailing down to his earlobe, nibbling against it, and her hand working through--her hard grip rocking back and forth his throbbing cock. He was panting uncontrollably against her body, struggling for air, as he felt the orgasm building up within him and releasing in large wads of cum shooting from him...

As his eyes closed in the exhaustion of the release, he noticed that Bella had released him from the cruciatus curse.Voldemort smiled through his eyelids blissfully, as he fell down to the floor, and felt Bella's arms wrapping around him.