The basement of the Black house on Grimmauld Place was dimly lit, the air thick with dust and the weight of history. Harry and Ron apparated through the darkness, dragging behind them the unconscious form of Bellatrix Lestrange. They transfigured a large, sturdy bed and placed her roughly upon it.
Harry looked down at Bellatrix, her dark hair splayed out across the pillow, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. "This is it, then," he said, a hint of hesitation in his voice.
Ron nodded, his eyes fixed on Bellatrix's prone form. "It's time for a little revenge."
As they spoke, they began to undress her, stripping away her robes and boots until she lay there, vulnerable and exposed. Harry took her wand, snapping it in two with a satisfying crack, before securing antimagic shackles around her wrists and ankles.
With Bellatrix now thoroughly incapacitated, Harry and Ron allowed themselves a moment of indulgence. They groped her tits and ass, their hands roaming over her body with a hunger they had never before allowed themselves to feel. Their cocks were hard in an instant, and they each took one of her hands, using them to jerk themselves off.
Bellatrix began to stir, her eyes flickering open as she realized what was happening. She tried to scream, but her voice was muffled by the gag in her mouth. Harry and Ron ignored her protests, continuing to fondle her and stroke themselves.
Harry pushed her head down, forcing her to take his cock in her mouth. She fought him at first, but as he thrust deeper, she began to move her hips towards him, her body betraying her. Ron took this as a sign and pushed his cock into her pussy, groaning as he felt her warmth surround him.
Bellatrix's psyche plunged into the abyss of perversity as she found herself moving with them, swallowing Harry's cock deeper and grinding her hips towards Ron's. She was a dark sorceress, a powerful witch, but in this moment, she was reduced to nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure.
Ron came first, his cum spilling into her mouth and causing her to choke and swallow. Harry and Ron switched places, and now Ron fucked her in the pussy while Harry took her mouth. They moved in unison, their bodies slick with sweat as they reached their climax. Harry and Ron came in Bellatrix's mouth and pussy at the same time, their cries echoing through the basement.
Harry summoned Kreacher, ordering him to fuck Bellatrix in the pussy. She screamed in horror as the house elf began to mount her, but her cries fell on deaf ears. Harry and Ron watched as Kreacher talked about how much he loved his former mistress and wanted to make her feel good.
Bellatrix came in convulsions, squealing and howling as Kreacher cums inside her and Harry and Ron cum on her face. She was broken, her spirit shattered, reduced to a mere plaything for their desires.
Harry looked down at Bellatrix, her body spent and covered in cum. "You are now my sex slave," he said, his voice cold and detached.
Bellatrix looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and acceptance. She nodded, dutifully accepting her new role.
The basement was once again still, the only sound the heavy breathing of the three men and the soft whimpers of the woman who had once been a dark sorceress. But now, she was nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure, a reminder of the power they held over her.
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