[ FanFiction ] Harry Potter -- Awakening
Title: Awakening
Author: fairytaleaddict
Word Count: 2285
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Nymphadora Tonks/Bellatrix Lestrange
Genre: PWP
Rating/ Warnings: NC-17. Blackcest, (light) BDSM, dub-con.
Disclaimer: Characters and setting obviously don't belong to me. They are the property of JK Rowling and she’ll have them back once I’m done traumatizing them.
Tonks stirred, confused between sleep and awake but the pounding headache brought her roughly into the latter. She groaned, tried to shift, but her body wouldn’t let her. She frowned and tried to open her eyelids, but something was keeping them still.
She struggled, thrashed, felt the restraints around her wrists and ankles dig into her flesh, keeping her tied to the flat and hard surface underneath. That’s when she panicked.
She screamed. At the top of her lungs she screamed out for help, but she couldn’t hear a sound. For a moment she thought she’d gone deaf, and somehow that scared her more than the restraints or the blindfold over her eyes. She tried fervently to remember how she’d gotten into this position, what had happened, but the adrenalin pumping through her body seemed to block her brainwaves from working coherent thought.
Suddenly, every fibre of her body stilled, froze. She held her breath and waited eagerly, willing with all her might the sound to be true. And there it was; another footstep. Slow, firm, loud in the silence. A wave of relief washed over her. She wasn’t deaf.
The relief was short-lived. She wasn’t deaf, but someone was walking towards her and she was completely helpless.
“Help,” she tried again but still no sound. It didn’t make sense, something was wrong with her. She started pulling, her wrists and ankles sore and sensitive to the friction.
“Heeelp.”
Tonks froze, her blood stilled and chilled in her veins at the mockingly childish whisper.
“Please help me.”
It moved closer, tauntingly hovering in the air above her, making every hair on her skin stand and shudder.
“Little, bitty, baby gone and got herself aaall tangled up.”
Tonks shivered as she felt something slide over her face, feather light strains of hair, the mocking high-pitched voice coming from just above her face.
She tore at her restraints with all her might. Kicked, screamed without sound, bucked and bit into the air. She knew that voice; she knew the feeling of her hair standing on end. It could be no one else and she was not getting her without a fight.
“You psycho bitch!” She roared into the mute air and the second she relaxed her lungs for a deep breath, her throat closed under the strong fingers around it, lifting her head from the surface where it had rested.
“Watch your lip you filthy little mutt.”
There was nothing taunting or mocking about the furious hiss and Tonks’s body grew ridged, only to jerk awake violently at the sudden burning pain in her bottom lip.
“Or I’ll bite it off you!” With a shrill laugh ringing in her hair, Tonks’s back hit the surface again. Her lungs sucked a desperate supply of air and the taste of iron trickled into her mouth.
“Oh, I know, robbing you of your voice steals all the fun, but I couldn’t bare hearing your whining and moaning all the time.”
The voice followed the sound of footsteps around the room, around her. Words elongated where they shouldn’t be, sudden high-pitched vocals, strength of tone then almost whispers. She felt sick to her stomach. Bellatrix had walked completely around the bend and stopped for tea with the madhatter.
“You’re such a little cry-baby, eeny, weeny, cry-baby,” she cooed and leaded over her once again. Tonks tried to kick and the maniacal laughter that rewarded her made her shudder. “Don’t worry; I’ll give you something to cry about.” The cold, dark current in her voice made Tonks body stiffen in icy fear.
It wasn’t until a few seconds after the fact that she remembered that she had heard the tearing sound of fabric, and that she’d felt the burn of the same being ripped from underneath her. She couldn’t recollect the incantation muttered but she could feel every inch of her skin reacting to the cold. She was naked. Completely exposed, her last futile barrier of defence gone.
“Is your hair on fire or are you just happy to see me niecy dear?” Bellatrix cooed just before a sharp burning pain seared down Tonks’s chest, between her breasts. She screamed in pain as long nails dug down into her skin and was stunned into silence by the sound of her own voice.
The pain stopped and she heard a ragged breath.
“Yes, just like that.” Bellatrix’s voice seemed thicker and she flattened her palm over Tonks’s chest. The warmth and salt of her fingers making the fresh scratches on skin sting and burn. Tonks let out a quiet hiss and winced as a nail dug into the wounded skin. “So much better with sound, isn’t it?”
“Fuck you!” Tonks snarled and made an already proven futile attempt to get up.
“So impatient,” Bellatrix cooed and pressed wet lips almost delicately against the burning marks. “But you see, you must be punished,” she whispered gently before a tongue made a painful path up blood trickling skin, “for my dearest sisters betrayal,” she giggled and then she was gone.
“You’re out of your wacked out mind,” Tonks called after her and braced herself for retaliation. But nothing came. She waited, listened, tugged.
“Bellatrix!” She finally shouted into the room. Still nothing. Her breathing was becoming shallow and she turned her head, back and forth, trying to free herself of the blindfold. She had to think, had to make her brain work, figure out how to get out of here. The restraints wouldn’t budge. Her wrists and ankles burned and pounded in that dull unrelenting way.
“Bella! I know you’re in here!” She called again and felt her heart rate increase. Part of her felt safer knowing where Bellatrix was, part of her felt safer knowing she was close. She didn’t know where she was or how she got there. She could be anywhere in the world, all alone and helpless. She could die here, she probably would. In this nameless, soundless, non-existent place where the only constant, the only solid and familiar was her lunatic aunt.
“Please,” the plea travelled a breath out her lips before she could stop it.
The gentle touch to her hair startled her at first, made her jump. But the second stroke of her hair made her body relax, the water behind her eyes to heat and burn.
“There, there little girl,” Bellatrix’s soft voice cooed beside her. “You didn’t think I was done with you yet?”
Tonks barely had time to register the words before a shock of pain pushed its way through her body. Her back stiffened in agony until it rose from the surface underneath it and she tried to scream but couldn’t. The pain was blinding, so icy hot that all she could do was try to remember how to breathe.
“Exquisite,” Bellatrix sighed when finally, Tonks’s body fell limp back against the hard surface, warm, vibrating, alive, every nerve on end screaming ambiguously about touch. “They fit you so well,” she cooed.
Tonks let out a whimpering cry as a long nailed finger pushed against her nipple. Another jolt of pain went through her, bringing tears to her eyes. She tried to slide away from it somehow, tried to hide but every time she moved, the heavy, painful clamps around her nipples sent another jolt through her body. The tears were cool against her burning cheeks and she drew a ragged breath, trying to calm herself down, keep still. She felt a sting of gratitude, of affection even, when gentle kisses trailed the path of her tears, scooping them up.
“It’s too soon for those my pet,” Bellatrix breathed and Tonks could feel her breath on her face. So close. A warm hand caressed her cheek and Tonks leaned into the touch, graving the comfort, the warmth. “Didn’t I tell you I’d make you cry?” She whispered against her lips.
Tonks face tilted upwards, needing contact, needing something. Then the sharp tug at the clamps around her nipples tore a violent cry from the pit of her stomach. For a few split moments after the white light had vanished from behind her eyes, Tonks could have sworn she’d been torn in two. The sobs escaped her now, violently, desperately, sliding their way under the blindfold to wet her hair and the surface below her. She couldn’t take it anymore, it was too much, her whole body was raw, every shift of air had a reaction, every breath made a jolt go down her body. Down, down, down.
She shifted, tried to cross her legs but they were spread to wide apart and every movement made a shiver go down to her very core.
“Ow, what’s wrong?” Bellatrix cooed from somewhere around her feet.
“L… let me go,” Tonks managed to utter through a dry throat, another shift making her shiver.
“Oh no, I don’t think you’d want that,” Bellatrix smug voice grew closer and Tonks gasped as she felt a hand just barely touching the fine trace of hair covering her bare leg. “Try again,” she coaxed as the hand moved over her knee.
“Please, I won’t… I won’t tell anyone, we’ll just… just…” she trailed off as her breath hitched, a finger sliding over the inside of her thigh, her hips bucking without her permission.
“Oh, I’m sure you won’t tell,” Bellatrix whispered as a nail grazed the sensitive skin on the inside of her upper thigh and Tonks whimpered. “Family secret,” she breathed and Tonks moaned as she felt a finger slide much too gently against her slit.
“What do you say?” Bellatrix asked as the finger made its way back down and Tonks’s hips bucked towards it.
“No,” Tonks pleaded, turning her face away. She could feel the burning of her skin increasing, could feel every nerve in her body fighting for touch, sending wave after wave through her, blocking her mind from all other thought.
“Didn’t that mudblood father of yours teach you any manners,” she heard coldly above her. “Say please…” Bellatrix ordered as the finger stopped moving, resting against the slick wet folds.
Tonks shifted, bucked, pushed, willed her body not to react, but all the shame, degradation and self-perseverance she knew she should be feeling had been overturned.
“Please…” she breathed and gasped as she felt movement against her. It only lasted for a split second and the ridiculous hope she’d felt burning within growled in frustration.
“Please…fuck me,” Bellatrix filled in sweetly.
Tonks’s stomach clenched and turned over in shame and she tried to hide her face against her shoulder. She knew she would say it; she just couldn’t fit the words into her mouth. She couldn’t, couldn’t say it, didn’t want it, she couldn’t… “Please fuck me,” she winced as she heard her voice and the shame burned a hole through her abdomen.
“So much like your mother,” Bellatrix sighed from above and Tonks let out a cry as much too many fingers thrust violently into her, her nerve endings burning a path down her body, moaning both in gratitude and pain. The first thrust made her eyes water, the second made her pull away to be spared more agony, but the fifth had her hips pressing forward, upward and when Bellatrix’s lips crushed against her own, she couldn’t get enough. She tore at her restraints, desperate to feel her closer; when Bellatrix’s lips pulled away she reached her head up after them, needing them back. When teeth dug blood from her lip, she moaned, then cried out and then Bellatrix’s fingers forced themselves inside her again and her back arched, her throat peeled raw and the white hot burning exploded inside her.
* * * *
Tonks jerked awake, bolt upright, gasping, sweating, panting, reaching for her wand, a frying pan, anything that could save her. There was nothing. The room was empty and she was alone.
The dark water damaged walls, with darkened spaces where once pictures had been told her nothing. Nor did the dust dancing through a bright almost white ray of light coming from in between dark curtains. She shivered and realized she was naked. Four long raw scratch marks stood out against the pale white of her chest. She winced as the salt from her fingers made the soar wounds pound.
On shaky legs she got down from the thick mahogany dining table and found the only other tangible thing in the room; a pile of cloth on the muddy floor. Her clothes. They’d been ripped down the middle but she could still wrap the cloak around her shoulders.
It wasn’t until she was standing outside that she realized where she was. The dark street of abandoned buildings had shown a suspect amount of increased magical activities of late. Broken windows, boarded doors, collapsed walls, a man looking through the rubble in clothes that hadn’t seen water or soap the last fifteen years. Her assignment had been to keep an eye out for magical enhancements or enchantments, make sure the area was abandoned not just by the muggles.
She’d been such an idiot. The sound of a little girl crying for help and she’d rushed right into Bellatrix’s trap.
“Silly stupid sister, thinking she can protect you by abandoning me,” Tonks shuddered at the memory, the last words she’d heard before she’d passed out. “But I win, you’re mine now little girl. All mine.”
Tonks pulled the cloak tighter around herself and turned away from the building, walking carefully in the early morning light, her bare feet hurting on the pebbled path. Bellatrix didn’t own her, Bellatrix was nothing to her. But she had Tonks’s wand. And that was the only reason Tonks would go looking for her again.
Author: fairytaleaddict
Word Count: 2285
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Nymphadora Tonks/Bellatrix Lestrange
Genre: PWP
Rating/ Warnings: NC-17. Blackcest, (light) BDSM, dub-con.
Disclaimer: Characters and setting obviously don't belong to me. They are the property of JK Rowling and she’ll have them back once I’m done traumatizing them.
Tonks stirred, confused between sleep and awake but the pounding headache brought her roughly into the latter. She groaned, tried to shift, but her body wouldn’t let her. She frowned and tried to open her eyelids, but something was keeping them still.
She struggled, thrashed, felt the restraints around her wrists and ankles dig into her flesh, keeping her tied to the flat and hard surface underneath. That’s when she panicked.
She screamed. At the top of her lungs she screamed out for help, but she couldn’t hear a sound. For a moment she thought she’d gone deaf, and somehow that scared her more than the restraints or the blindfold over her eyes. She tried fervently to remember how she’d gotten into this position, what had happened, but the adrenalin pumping through her body seemed to block her brainwaves from working coherent thought.
Suddenly, every fibre of her body stilled, froze. She held her breath and waited eagerly, willing with all her might the sound to be true. And there it was; another footstep. Slow, firm, loud in the silence. A wave of relief washed over her. She wasn’t deaf.
The relief was short-lived. She wasn’t deaf, but someone was walking towards her and she was completely helpless.
“Help,” she tried again but still no sound. It didn’t make sense, something was wrong with her. She started pulling, her wrists and ankles sore and sensitive to the friction.
“Heeelp.”
Tonks froze, her blood stilled and chilled in her veins at the mockingly childish whisper.
“Please help me.”
It moved closer, tauntingly hovering in the air above her, making every hair on her skin stand and shudder.
“Little, bitty, baby gone and got herself aaall tangled up.”
Tonks shivered as she felt something slide over her face, feather light strains of hair, the mocking high-pitched voice coming from just above her face.
She tore at her restraints with all her might. Kicked, screamed without sound, bucked and bit into the air. She knew that voice; she knew the feeling of her hair standing on end. It could be no one else and she was not getting her without a fight.
“You psycho bitch!” She roared into the mute air and the second she relaxed her lungs for a deep breath, her throat closed under the strong fingers around it, lifting her head from the surface where it had rested.
“Watch your lip you filthy little mutt.”
There was nothing taunting or mocking about the furious hiss and Tonks’s body grew ridged, only to jerk awake violently at the sudden burning pain in her bottom lip.
“Or I’ll bite it off you!” With a shrill laugh ringing in her hair, Tonks’s back hit the surface again. Her lungs sucked a desperate supply of air and the taste of iron trickled into her mouth.
“Oh, I know, robbing you of your voice steals all the fun, but I couldn’t bare hearing your whining and moaning all the time.”
The voice followed the sound of footsteps around the room, around her. Words elongated where they shouldn’t be, sudden high-pitched vocals, strength of tone then almost whispers. She felt sick to her stomach. Bellatrix had walked completely around the bend and stopped for tea with the madhatter.
“You’re such a little cry-baby, eeny, weeny, cry-baby,” she cooed and leaded over her once again. Tonks tried to kick and the maniacal laughter that rewarded her made her shudder. “Don’t worry; I’ll give you something to cry about.” The cold, dark current in her voice made Tonks body stiffen in icy fear.
It wasn’t until a few seconds after the fact that she remembered that she had heard the tearing sound of fabric, and that she’d felt the burn of the same being ripped from underneath her. She couldn’t recollect the incantation muttered but she could feel every inch of her skin reacting to the cold. She was naked. Completely exposed, her last futile barrier of defence gone.
“Is your hair on fire or are you just happy to see me niecy dear?” Bellatrix cooed just before a sharp burning pain seared down Tonks’s chest, between her breasts. She screamed in pain as long nails dug down into her skin and was stunned into silence by the sound of her own voice.
The pain stopped and she heard a ragged breath.
“Yes, just like that.” Bellatrix’s voice seemed thicker and she flattened her palm over Tonks’s chest. The warmth and salt of her fingers making the fresh scratches on skin sting and burn. Tonks let out a quiet hiss and winced as a nail dug into the wounded skin. “So much better with sound, isn’t it?”
“Fuck you!” Tonks snarled and made an already proven futile attempt to get up.
“So impatient,” Bellatrix cooed and pressed wet lips almost delicately against the burning marks. “But you see, you must be punished,” she whispered gently before a tongue made a painful path up blood trickling skin, “for my dearest sisters betrayal,” she giggled and then she was gone.
“You’re out of your wacked out mind,” Tonks called after her and braced herself for retaliation. But nothing came. She waited, listened, tugged.
“Bellatrix!” She finally shouted into the room. Still nothing. Her breathing was becoming shallow and she turned her head, back and forth, trying to free herself of the blindfold. She had to think, had to make her brain work, figure out how to get out of here. The restraints wouldn’t budge. Her wrists and ankles burned and pounded in that dull unrelenting way.
“Bella! I know you’re in here!” She called again and felt her heart rate increase. Part of her felt safer knowing where Bellatrix was, part of her felt safer knowing she was close. She didn’t know where she was or how she got there. She could be anywhere in the world, all alone and helpless. She could die here, she probably would. In this nameless, soundless, non-existent place where the only constant, the only solid and familiar was her lunatic aunt.
“Please,” the plea travelled a breath out her lips before she could stop it.
The gentle touch to her hair startled her at first, made her jump. But the second stroke of her hair made her body relax, the water behind her eyes to heat and burn.
“There, there little girl,” Bellatrix’s soft voice cooed beside her. “You didn’t think I was done with you yet?”
Tonks barely had time to register the words before a shock of pain pushed its way through her body. Her back stiffened in agony until it rose from the surface underneath it and she tried to scream but couldn’t. The pain was blinding, so icy hot that all she could do was try to remember how to breathe.
“Exquisite,” Bellatrix sighed when finally, Tonks’s body fell limp back against the hard surface, warm, vibrating, alive, every nerve on end screaming ambiguously about touch. “They fit you so well,” she cooed.
Tonks let out a whimpering cry as a long nailed finger pushed against her nipple. Another jolt of pain went through her, bringing tears to her eyes. She tried to slide away from it somehow, tried to hide but every time she moved, the heavy, painful clamps around her nipples sent another jolt through her body. The tears were cool against her burning cheeks and she drew a ragged breath, trying to calm herself down, keep still. She felt a sting of gratitude, of affection even, when gentle kisses trailed the path of her tears, scooping them up.
“It’s too soon for those my pet,” Bellatrix breathed and Tonks could feel her breath on her face. So close. A warm hand caressed her cheek and Tonks leaned into the touch, graving the comfort, the warmth. “Didn’t I tell you I’d make you cry?” She whispered against her lips.
Tonks face tilted upwards, needing contact, needing something. Then the sharp tug at the clamps around her nipples tore a violent cry from the pit of her stomach. For a few split moments after the white light had vanished from behind her eyes, Tonks could have sworn she’d been torn in two. The sobs escaped her now, violently, desperately, sliding their way under the blindfold to wet her hair and the surface below her. She couldn’t take it anymore, it was too much, her whole body was raw, every shift of air had a reaction, every breath made a jolt go down her body. Down, down, down.
She shifted, tried to cross her legs but they were spread to wide apart and every movement made a shiver go down to her very core.
“Ow, what’s wrong?” Bellatrix cooed from somewhere around her feet.
“L… let me go,” Tonks managed to utter through a dry throat, another shift making her shiver.
“Oh no, I don’t think you’d want that,” Bellatrix smug voice grew closer and Tonks gasped as she felt a hand just barely touching the fine trace of hair covering her bare leg. “Try again,” she coaxed as the hand moved over her knee.
“Please, I won’t… I won’t tell anyone, we’ll just… just…” she trailed off as her breath hitched, a finger sliding over the inside of her thigh, her hips bucking without her permission.
“Oh, I’m sure you won’t tell,” Bellatrix whispered as a nail grazed the sensitive skin on the inside of her upper thigh and Tonks whimpered. “Family secret,” she breathed and Tonks moaned as she felt a finger slide much too gently against her slit.
“What do you say?” Bellatrix asked as the finger made its way back down and Tonks’s hips bucked towards it.
“No,” Tonks pleaded, turning her face away. She could feel the burning of her skin increasing, could feel every nerve in her body fighting for touch, sending wave after wave through her, blocking her mind from all other thought.
“Didn’t that mudblood father of yours teach you any manners,” she heard coldly above her. “Say please…” Bellatrix ordered as the finger stopped moving, resting against the slick wet folds.
Tonks shifted, bucked, pushed, willed her body not to react, but all the shame, degradation and self-perseverance she knew she should be feeling had been overturned.
“Please…” she breathed and gasped as she felt movement against her. It only lasted for a split second and the ridiculous hope she’d felt burning within growled in frustration.
“Please…fuck me,” Bellatrix filled in sweetly.
Tonks’s stomach clenched and turned over in shame and she tried to hide her face against her shoulder. She knew she would say it; she just couldn’t fit the words into her mouth. She couldn’t, couldn’t say it, didn’t want it, she couldn’t… “Please fuck me,” she winced as she heard her voice and the shame burned a hole through her abdomen.
“So much like your mother,” Bellatrix sighed from above and Tonks let out a cry as much too many fingers thrust violently into her, her nerve endings burning a path down her body, moaning both in gratitude and pain. The first thrust made her eyes water, the second made her pull away to be spared more agony, but the fifth had her hips pressing forward, upward and when Bellatrix’s lips crushed against her own, she couldn’t get enough. She tore at her restraints, desperate to feel her closer; when Bellatrix’s lips pulled away she reached her head up after them, needing them back. When teeth dug blood from her lip, she moaned, then cried out and then Bellatrix’s fingers forced themselves inside her again and her back arched, her throat peeled raw and the white hot burning exploded inside her.
* * * *
Tonks jerked awake, bolt upright, gasping, sweating, panting, reaching for her wand, a frying pan, anything that could save her. There was nothing. The room was empty and she was alone.
The dark water damaged walls, with darkened spaces where once pictures had been told her nothing. Nor did the dust dancing through a bright almost white ray of light coming from in between dark curtains. She shivered and realized she was naked. Four long raw scratch marks stood out against the pale white of her chest. She winced as the salt from her fingers made the soar wounds pound.
On shaky legs she got down from the thick mahogany dining table and found the only other tangible thing in the room; a pile of cloth on the muddy floor. Her clothes. They’d been ripped down the middle but she could still wrap the cloak around her shoulders.
It wasn’t until she was standing outside that she realized where she was. The dark street of abandoned buildings had shown a suspect amount of increased magical activities of late. Broken windows, boarded doors, collapsed walls, a man looking through the rubble in clothes that hadn’t seen water or soap the last fifteen years. Her assignment had been to keep an eye out for magical enhancements or enchantments, make sure the area was abandoned not just by the muggles.
She’d been such an idiot. The sound of a little girl crying for help and she’d rushed right into Bellatrix’s trap.
“Silly stupid sister, thinking she can protect you by abandoning me,” Tonks shuddered at the memory, the last words she’d heard before she’d passed out. “But I win, you’re mine now little girl. All mine.”
Tonks pulled the cloak tighter around herself and turned away from the building, walking carefully in the early morning light, her bare feet hurting on the pebbled path. Bellatrix didn’t own her, Bellatrix was nothing to her. But she had Tonks’s wand. And that was the only reason Tonks would go looking for her again.