The Black house on Grimmauld Place stood ominously in the moonlit night, its windows dark and foreboding. Harry and Ron apparated onto the front step, a struggling Bellatrix Lestrange in tow. With a flick of their wands, they transfigured a large, sturdy bed and carried her down to the basement.
Harry and Ron wasted no time in groping Bellatrix's tits and ass, jerking off their cocks with her hands. "You know, Bellatrix, I always wondered what it would be like to fuck a real-life snake. And now I know - it's just as slimy and cold as I imagined." Harry sneered, thrusting his hips against her restrained hands.
Bellatrix's eyes shot open, filled with hatred and horror. "You filthy Mudblood, I'll kill you for this! I'll make you beg for mercy!" she spat, trying to throw Harry off. But Ron was quick to pin her by the shoulders to the bed.
"I'd like to see you try, you old hag. You're nothing but a used-up piece of meat now." Ron added, before putting his cock in her mouth again. Bellatrix tried to bite him, but Ron was prepared. He slapped her hard across the face, leaving a red mark on her pale skin.
Bellatrix was stunned. No one had dared to hit her for a long time. She glared up at Ron, her eyes full of fire. But before she could utter another word, Ron came into her mouth with a growl. Bellatrix choked on his cum and was forced to swallow it convulsively.
While she was still trying to figure out what was happening to her, they put her on all fours and switched places. Now Ron was fucking her in the pussy, wrapping her long hair around his fist. Harry, holding Bellatrix by the head, thrust his cock down her throat to the balls.
Bellatrix's ass and tits were shaking from the thrusts of teen cocks entering her. She could feel herself getting wetter, despite her best efforts to resist it. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't deny the pleasure building inside of her.
Ron noticed, and smirked. "Looks like our dark sorceress is in heat. Who would have thought?" He taunted, slapping her ass hard.
Bellatrix's mind was in turmoil. She hated these Gryffindor dicks, but she couldn't deny the pleasure they were giving her. She was a powerful witch, but in this moment, she was completely at their mercy.
Harry leaned down, whispering in her ear. "This is what you get for killing Sirius, you bitch. You deserve every inch of this."
Bellatrix's psyche was pushed into the abyss of perversity. She was a dark sorceress, unbound and at the mercy of her captors. And she couldn't deny that she was enjoying every moment of it.
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