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Neville sat in his study looking at a map. He had been tracking Bellatrix Lestrange for more than a year now, but she always seemed to be one step ahead.

This time, he had missed her by the largest margin yet. She had left weeks, possibly even months ago before he arrived.

He found the shack that she and the Lestrange brothers had been hiding in. They had left in a hurry, which wasn’t surprising. He knew he wasn’t the only one looking for them.

There were some clothes left behind, along with a few potions ingredients. If there were any clues as to their next destination, they were long gone.

This time it was Bulgaria, but he had been to France, Germany, Russia, and Italy, but she kept slipping through his fingers.

Every place she had gone, he had marked off on the map. She had never stayed in the same country twice, and she seemed to get better at hiding with each country she stayed in. He knew it was only a matter of time before she disappeared completely.

He needed to bring her to justice, not just for torturing his parents into a catatonic state, but also for the sake of all her other victims, but that was easier said than done.

He had spent nearly 200,000 galleons searching for her, and if he wasn’t careful, it could cost him the entire Longbottom fortune… or so his money managers had told him.

He was tired, exhausted really, and close to giving up. Half the time he went out looking for her, it ended up being a wild goose chase. There was no pattern to where she went or how she goth there. She didn’t seem to have a higher goal, other than escaping the bounty hunters and Aurors searching for her.

Neville sat down at his desk, looking at the large stack of mail that had been waiting for him since he arrived. With a sigh, he started going through them, seeing if there was anything worthwhile. One of the letters caught his eye. It was from Harry.

His friend had spent the last few years traveling the world, enjoying a well deserved extended vacation.

He smiled as he thought about simpler times at Hogwarts, before the war, when Lestrange was safely locked away in Azkaban.

Hello Neville,

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I think the last time we saw each other was Ron’s birthday party, and that was almost six months ago. It feels like every time I come back to England, you’re off in another country.

Ron and Hermione are a little worried about you. They said you’ve been looking for Bellatrix on your own.

You need to be careful. She’s a very dangerous witch, and from what I’ve heard, she’s not traveling alone. Both Rodolphus and Rabastan are with her. It won’t take much for them to get the jump on you, or lead you into a trap.

I get it, believe me I do, but this isn’t worth your life.

Please be careful,

Harry

Neville looked down at the letter. Harry was a good friend. He was always looking out for him.

He went back to the pile of letters, seeing if there was anything else, maybe another lead on where Lestrange could have disappeared to.

That was odd. It was another letter from Harry, and it was only a few days after his previous one.

Hello Neville,

I was traveling through Denmark a couple of days ago, and I heard about someone that might be able to help you. They say he can track down anyone or anything.

That was when Neville noticed there was something else in the envelope, a black card. He pulled it out, looking at the white embossed letters on it. “Arcanum.”

Neville went back to the letter curiously.

The guy is pretty paranoid, that’s what the card is for. Tap it with your wand and say Arcanum, and it will give you a time and a place to meet him.

Neville looked through the rest of Harry’s letter, then back at the card before he dropped them back on the desk.

He knew Harry meant well, but he had been down this road before. He hired people to go after Lestrange, and they either ran off with his money or were never found again. It was better to look for her on his own.

A few days of fruitless searching later, Neville returned to Longbottom Manor. None of the contacts he had made over the years had anything new for him. It was like Lestrange dropped off the face of the earth.

He looked at the letter Harry sent him, and the card from this Arcanum person for the hundredth time. He had to admit, he was tempted, especially considering his own lack of success over the last few days. But could he really trust this person, someone he had never even met?

All the trails he was following had come to a dead end. None of the contacts he made were reporting anything new. He was stuck. In a moment of weakness, Neville tapped the card with his wand. Surely there was no harm in just hearing what he had to say.

He looked down at the back of the card as words appeared on the formerly blank card.

Knockturn Alley, The White Wyvern, 11.00 pm, tonight.

Neville immediately realized it was no simple enchantment, revealing a pre-written message.

Whoever this Arcanum was, they were sending him a message in real time. This was far more advanced than the ones his contacts used.

He stared down as the message faded, wondering if this was the type of person he wanted to get mixed up with.

Neville looked at the pictures of his smiling parents on the mantle, then back down at the card, and sighed. He had to see this through. Lestrange needed to be put back behind bars where she belonged.

Neville carefully made his way to the pub, wrapping his cloak tightly around himself to hide his identity, and avoiding eye contact with the people on the street. Knockturn Alley had become even less safe since the end of the war, especially after dark.

He spotted the pub with a sigh of relief and quickly made his way inside. The smell of stale beer, assaulting his nose as he looked around the ramshackle building. The pub, if you could even call it that, had seen better days, and should have been condemned years ago.

Strangely, the pub was empty. There wasn’t even a bartender, just a man in a cloak similar to his own, sitting in the far corner, his face obscured by the shadows.

Neville gulped nervously as he called forth his Gryffindor courage and walked up to the man. “Are you Arcanum?”

“Sit down,” the man said gruffly. “You got a hold of one of my cards, how?”

“A friend of mine, he gave it to me. He said you could find someone for me,” Neville replied nervously.

“This friend of yours have a name?” Arcanum demanded.

“…” Neville paused, not knowing if it was a good idea to bring Harry’s name into this. “Actually, I’d prefer not to say.”

“Hmm,” Arcanum hummed. “You can keep your mouth shut… that’s good. Potter told me you would get in touch.”

Neville’s eyes widened. He already knew about Harry? Was that a test? “You already knew?”

Arcanum nodded. “In my line of work, you have to be careful. Potter already told me who you’re looking for, Bellatrix Lestrange. My question is, what do you plan to do with her once I find her for you?”

“She needs to pay for what she’s done,” Neville replied. “I want her brought to the Ministry to face justice.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Arcanum asked. “With all the crimes she’s committed, especially after breaking out of Azkaban. It’s a forgone conclusion that she’ll be put to death.”

Neville faltered at that. He wanted Lestrange to pay for what she did, but he didn’t like the idea of the killing her, regardless of what she’s done. It wasn’t what his parents would have wanted, either. “Maybe it was a mistake coming here,” Neville said, standing up. Getting mixed up with this man felt like a mistake.

“Sit down,” Arcanum said sternly.

Neville gulped visibly and sat back down. This man was dangerous, he could tell immediately. Why would Harry associate with someone like him?

“I only asked because it would be a waste to send her to the Ministry,” Arcanum clarified. “Especially when there are far better punishments for someone like her.”

“… What do yo mean?” Neville asked, forgetting his initial reluctance for a moment.

“Bellatrix Lestrange is a proud woman, perhaps even vain,” Arcanum continued. “She was born into one of the most powerful and wealthy pure blood families in Europe. She believes that her blood status gives her power, makes her better than everyone else. What better punishment for someone like her than to take that all away?”

“How would you do something like that without killing her?” Neville asked. “And even if you could, I’m not interested in revenge. I want justice.”

Arcanum let out a cold laugh. “Sometimes they’re the same thing, but let’s play it your way. Let’s say I find her, and you bring her to the Ministry, and they actually agree to send her back to Azkaban for you. What then?”

Neville looked at him in confusion. What did he mean? That’s all he wanted, for her to go back to Azkaban, where she belonged.

“I see you haven’t thought this through,” Arcanum pointed out. “Let me enlighten you. She only stayed in Azkaban as long as she did out of some twisted sense of loyalty to her former lord, to show him she was faithful, because she believed it was only a matter of time before he returned, but now she knows he’s dead and gone.”

“In truth, there is no prison that can contain her. She’s resourceful and clever. All she needs is a single opportunity and she will escape again. Then it’s only a matter of time before she kills again. Perhaps she’ll join another up and coming dark lord, or even become one herself. Who knows? But the end result will be the same.”

“So what’s your solution, then?” Neville asked, wondering what he was getting at.

Arcanum said nothing as he placed a book on the table between them.

Neville looked down, reading the tile. “How to Train Your Pet Slave.”

He looked back up at Arcanum, “what is this?” He asked in confusion. “Is this supposed to be some kind of joke?”

“Look again,” Arcanum said, tapping the cover.

Nevile looked down, “By Arcturus Longbottom.” Were they related somehow?

“It was your great, great grandfather who wrote that guide,” Arcanum explained. “A long time ago, when this kind of thing was more widely accepted and practiced, it was considered the definitive work on the subject. It was even proudly displayed on the shelves of the most prominent pure blood families.”

“I’m not interested in whatever this is,” Neville said in disgust. “It was a mistake coming here,” he said, standing up to leave.

As Neville stood up, Arcanum placed a picture on top of the book, catching Neville’s eye. “Who’s that?” He asked.

“You don’t recognize her?” Arcanum asked. “I’m surprised. I thought you would recognize the woman you’ve been hunting for the better part of a year.”

Neville’s eyes widened as it dawned on him. It was her, Bellatrix Lestrange, but like he had never seen her before. The woman was beautiful, possibly one of the most beautiful he had ever seen. In the picture, she couldn’t have been much more than 25 years old.

“Why are you even showing me this?” Neville asked in confusion. “I’ll admit she was beautiful back then, but that was a long time ago. She’s over 50 years old now, and after Azkaban, she looks closer to 60.”

“I sometimes forget how far behind you former Hogwarts students are when it comes to the art of potions,” Arcanum chuckled. “There’s been some major advances in potions research over the last fifteen years. I assure you, she can look like this again, perhaps even better.”

Neville stared at the picture, longer than he wanted to admit. He wondered how such a beautiful woman could have turned out the way she did. He would never admit it out loud, but he was tempted.

Regardless, he knew he couldn’t go through with what Arcanum was hinting at. It was wrong, and it would make him no better than Lestrange herself. “… I don’t want any part of this.”

‘Got you.’ Harry thought, noticing Neville’s hesitation immediately.

“I can find her for you,” Harry offered. “I’ll leave it up to you to decide what to do with her. 150,000 galleons if you want me to bring her to the Ministry, and she can take her chances with the Wizengamot or 200,000 galleons and I’ll bring her to Longbottom Manor. That also includes the potions I told you about.”

Arcanum slid a card across the table to Neville. “That’s where you’ll send the money. Half now, and half when I complete the job.”

“… I want her brought to the Ministry,” Neville decided, picking up the card. “I’ll speak to the Minister and make sure she ends up in Azkaban.”

“Don’t forget your book,” Arcanum replied as Neville turned to leave.

“What? That isn’t mine,” Neville denied. One of his ancestors may have written the book, but that didn’t mean it belonged to him.

“Are you sure?” Arcanum smiled. “I did find it in Longbottom Manor.”

“You’ve been in my house?” Neville asked in alarm.

“I had to make sure I knew who I was dealing with,” Arcanum replied. “You should get the wards around the north stairwell checked out, by the way. A skilled warder could easily bypass them.”

Neville nodded nervously, making a mental note to do just that. In his haste, he picked up both the book and the picture. If this Arcanum could get in, he would have to have all the wards inspected.

Harry smiled as he watched his friend leave. The Arcanum persona he created had so many uses.

He had plotted for months on the best way to punish Bellatrix. She killed Sirius, so simply killing her in return was nowhere near enough. He needed to take what she cared about most away from her.

Her freedom, her magic, her power, it all needed to go. She would learn what it meant to be weak, dependent on someone else to survive, and at the same time, he could give his friend some much needed closure as well, whether he realized it or not.

Neville was too nervous to return to Longbottom Manor, especially after what Arcanum told him. The man had infiltrated his home, without him or even the house elves knowing about it.

He made his way to the Leaky Cauldron, booking a room for the night. He would have a team of warders go through the house with a fine-tooth comb in the morning.

It had taken two full days for the warders to go through Longbottom manor, and it was far worse than he could have imagined.

The whole ward scheme was hanging by a thread. It turned out that after the attack on his parents, no one had repaired the damage or done any maintenance on them. The wards were compromised or outright failing all over the mansion.

Neville ordered the old wards torn down and had new modern ones put in their place. The process had taken another three full days, but his home was finally secure.

When he returned, he looked through the library, trying to find where Arcanum could have discovered the book. After an hour of fruitless searching, he got the idea to ask one of the house-elves.

The elf’s answer had surprised him. Not only did the book come from Longbottom Manor, but it was also from a hidden room within his own study.

Neville stood in front of the wall of his study and pulled on the light fixture his elf had told him about.

There was a click, then he watched as a door appeared in the wall and swung open. When he stepped inside, he found another room just as big as his study, but covered in dust and spiderwebs.

There were a few pieces of furniture, covered in drop cloths, but the rest of the room was barren except for a pedestal near the back of the room. He looked down to see a spot on the pedestal that wasn’t covered in dust, exactly matching the shape of the book in his hand.

“I guess he was telling the truth,” Neville mused as he looked around the room, checking if there was anything else worthwhile inside the room, but found nothing.

“Mipsy,” Neville called for his head elf.

“Master called?” Mipsy replied as she popped into the room.

“Yes,” Neville nodded. “When was the last time someone was in here?”

“It has been almost 150 years,” Mipsy replied.

Neville nodded. It made sense, considering the state of the room. “What was the room used for?”

“Training pets,” Mipsy replied, simply.

Neville blushed as he thought about the implications of what Mipsy had so casually told him.

While he was waiting for the wards to be repaired, he had been tempted to open the book just to see what it was about. He had read the cover more than a hundred times, but he was afraid that if he opened it and read its contents, he would take Arcanum up on his offer.

Neville briskly walked out of the room, sealing it closed behind him, and doing his best to forget it even existed.

Neville went to bed, or at least tried to, but he just couldn’t fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the picture of Bellatrix. He knew it was wrong to feel this way, especially after what she had done to his family, but he just couldn’t get her out of his mind.

He reminded himself again and again of all the terrible things she had done, the people she had killed, how dangerous she was, but it just wasn’t working. It only made the book more tempting.

This was the type of woman that would treat him like the dirt at the bottom of her shoe, someone that would not even give him a second thought, and he had a chance to posses her, and better than that a guide that would show him exactly how to do it.

As he tossed and turned he came to the realization that he wouldn’t get any sleep tonight, especially with the state he was in.

‘I can just read the book,’ Neville thought. ‘Surely there’s no harm in doing just that? Then I’ll see how difficult it is, how dangerous it, and then I can just forget about this whole crazy idea.’

Neville threw off the covers from his bed and went down to his study, flicking on the light, and retrieved the book. He sat down in his armchair and opened it to the first page.

He was enthralled, reading the book. It was a complete step-by-step guide on how to train a ‘pet.’ He read through the introduction, and the first chapter, then the second, and the third.

He hadn’t even realized he had read through the night until Mipsy appeared with his morning coffee, and by that time he put down the book, he was a changed man. He knew he couldn’t let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

“Mipsy, I want the room cleaned from top to bottom by the time I get back,” Neville said as he threw a pinch of floo powder into the fireplace and stepped through. He had some galleons to transfer.

Harry smiled as he looked at his new bank balance. He knew Neville wouldn’t disappoint him. It was only a matter of time before he gave into temptation and read the book, then he would be hooked.

Harry flared out his magic, searching for Bellatrix’s dark mark. When he defeated Voldemort, he not only gained his magic and memories but also control over the dark mark.

After the war ended, he used the mark to track down Voldemort’s former followers, capturing or killing them, then turning them in under various assumed identities for their bounties.

He didn’t need them for his plans, and at this point, they represented a liability more than anything else. The last thing he need was for them to reform with a new leader.

“Well, that is a surprise,” Harry said to himself when he found Bellatrix. She was in Knockturn Alley, of all places. He had expected her to be in Eastern Europe, perhaps even somewhere in Asia by now.

He honed in on her location, finding her in an abandoned building. Ironically, she was not far from where he met Neville a few days ago. She was also alone, and he could no longer detect the Lestrange brothers, which only meant one thing.

Harry apparated to the alley, making his way to the building. He didn’t detect any wards, but he carefully crept into the building, keeping an eye out for traps, but finding none. He found Bellatrix asleep on an old, worn out mattress on the second floor.

She had been in a fight, a bad one, and her injuries were old, at least a few weeks at this point. Various empty potion vials were strewn around her. It was obvious she had been treating her own injuries.

Harry quickly cast a body bind curse on her before she woke up and searched for her wand.

That was when Bellatrix woke up, shouting and cursing, rolling around on the floor, and trying to escape.

Harry cast a quick silencio before she attracted the attention of anyone passing by in the alley, and continued to search her robes. She had no less than three wands in her possession, a portkey, and three vials of potions he couldn’t identify.

He vanished all of them and looked down at Bellatrix, struggling to get free. “Where you’re going, you won’t need any of that.”

Bellatrix didn’t seem to hear him, silently screaming and rolling around in a rage.

He cast a stupify on the deranged witch and apparated them to one of his temporary safe houses.

When they arrived, he set to work countering the spells she was still under, fixing her injuries, and forcing a few vials of blood replenisher potion down her throat for good measure.

He left her to sleep, letting the potions do their work. He couldn’t deliver her to Neville in the condition she was in.

He was lucky to find her when he did, a few more days and she would have died from her injuries.

Bellatrix woke up with a groan, or at least tried to. She could tell immediately that she was held under both a silencing charm and a body bind.

She had barely escaped one fight with her life, only to be captured while she slept a few days later.

She couldn’t believe how wrong things had gone. She should have been at her Dark Lord’s side as he ruled over Britain, instead of fleeing from one country to another, running from Auror’s and bounty hunters alike as she struggled just to stay alive.

“Good, you’re a wake,” a shadowy figure interrupted her thoughts, standing over her.

Bellatrix recognized him immediately. He was the wizard that attacked her while she was asleep. She glared hatefully at him. As soon as she escaped, she would make him pay.

“It’s time for you to go to your new home,” Harry said as he apparated them away.

A twinge of fear entered Bellatrix’s heart as she thought about where this man was taking her. Was it Azkaban or some place worse?

When they arrived, Bellatrix looked around in confusion. They were outside a manor house, somewhere in the countryside. The house looked familiar, but she couldn’t remember from where.

A house-elf appeared in front of them. “You are not invited. What is your purpose here?”

“I’m a little early,” Harry said, “but your Master is expecting me. Tell him Arcanum is here with his order.”

The elf popped away, only to return a few seconds later. “The Master will see you,” the elf said as she opened the gate.

Harry picked up Bellatrix, throwing her over his shoulder as he followed the elf inside.

Bellatrix furrowed her brows in confusion. Why did this wizard bring her here? And why did this place look so familiar?

Harry carried Bellatrix through the house, and into Neville’s study, dropping her on the floor.

Neville looked at Arcanum, then at Bellatrix on the ground in front of him, astounded. “I only hired you a couple of days ago.”

“It would have been sooner, but she had a few injuries that needed to be treated at first,” Harry replied.

“Right, of course,” Neville nodded. “Mipsy, deliver the rest of the funds to Arcanum’s account.”

The elf nodded, popping away.

“Excellent job on the wards,” Arcanum complimented.

“Thanks. I had them completely rebuilt from the ground up,” Neville said proudly.

Bellatrix looked between the two men, and it finally clicked. Longbottom Manor. This was the son of the two Aurors she tortured.

Harry nodded, pulling a trunk from his pocket, and unshrinking it. “The potions we talked about, along with an order form for a specialty shop, I think you’ll find useful.”

“Keep my card. If you have anymore jobs like this, let me know. I’ll see myself out,” Harry said as he used the fireplace to floo out of the manor.

“Hello Bellatrix,” Neville smiled eagerly. “I have some very big plans for you.”

Bellatrix felt a shiver run down her spine as she stared up at Neville. She didn’t like the sound of that at all.

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Neville looked down at Bellatrix, trussed up at his feet. The woman had certainly seen better days. Azkaban, and her time spent on the run, had robbed her of much of her youth and beauty. But thanks to the chest full of potions Arcanum gave him, he knew it was only temporary. He would have her back to the way she looked in her picture within a few short days.

Bellatrix looked around the study, wondering what she was doing here instead of the Ministry or a cell in Azkaban. She wouldn’t complain though, it would make her escape so much easier.

She turned back to look at Longbottom, a taunt already prepared for him, but when she tried to speak, nothing came out.

After a moment of confusion, she remembered she was still under the silencing spell Arcanum cast on her.

Bellatrix took in Longbottom’s appearance. Pudgy, short, and altogether unimpressive. Considering how formidable his parents had been during the first war, it came as a genuine surprise to see how weak he grew up to be.

Despite all this, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of her stomach when he crouched down in front of her and smiled the way he did. He shouldn’t be looking at her that way.

Bellatrix’s eyes widened as Longbottom pulled something out of his jacket, recognizing it immediately. ‘There’s no way,’ she thought. ‘It must be some kind of bluff. He knows I’m a pure blood, he can’t.’

She watched as he opened the slave collar, bringing it towards her neck, and removing all doubt of what he planned for her.

Bellatrix raged and struggled to get free as she felt the cold metal of the collar encircle her neck. She kicked and screamed angrily, cursing out Longbottom silently as he locked the collar with a soft click.

She knew it was useless to yell. Longbottom couldn’t even hear her, but in that moment, she just saw red. She raged in her silence, promising herself that as soon as she was free, his death would be slow, agonizing and painful.

She wasn’t some filthy mudblood to be taken for breading stock. She was a member of one of the most powerful and prestigious pure blood families in the world! Didn’t this fool understand that!?

She was so enraged she didn’t even notice when he left the study. It was only after looking around the room some time later that she realized she was alone.

The hours ticked by from morning to late afternoon as she simmered in her rage, waiting impatiently for Longbottom to show himself again.

It was well into the evening that Bellatrix’s anger finally burned itself out, and her eyes drooped as the last few days finally caught up with her.

***

Bellatrix’s eyes popped open as she heard the soft click of the door being unlocked. She looked around, realizing that it was well into the night.

She glared hatefully at Longbottom, her eyes promising retribution as she watched him casually walk into the room.

Neville saw the look on Bellatrix’s face, but chose to ignore it, walking past her and out of her view, without so much as a second glance.

In that moment Bellatrix couldn’t decide what made her more angry, being ignored, or being forced to sleep on the floor like some house elf.

She heard Neville’s footsteps as he moved around behind her, but couldn’t turn herself around to see what he was doing. She heard a thud, followed by some scraping noises as he dragged something heavy towards her.

Neville looked down at Bellatrix. The last of Arcanum’s potions should have worked their way out of her system by now.

The book had a warning about additional potions possibly reducing the effectiveness of the ones he wanted to administer.

The last thing he wanted was for his over eagerness to ruin his plans, so he decided to play it safe and wait.

Neville looked around the recently re-discovered secret room. The house elves had cleaned it from top to bottom, just as he had asked.

He pushed the pillory in front of Bellatrix, watching the emotions play across her face. Even with the silencing spell, he could tell she was cussing him out, likely threatening his life again.

A few weeks ago, a display like this would have him re-thinking his actions at the very least, but now he knew better. She was behaving just as grandfather’s book predicted she would.

Bellatrix was practically frothing at the mouth in anger. ‘Who did this boy even think he was?’ She would not allow him to treat her like some common mudblood.

She struggled as he pulled her towards the modified pillory, noticing it was far lower to the ground than a normal one.

It would lock her head just a couple inches off the ground, forcing her ass into the air in a lewd display, no doubt for his enjoyment.

When she heard Longbottom sigh and drop her to the ground, she thought she had won, but the look of triumph on her face was short-lived. He uttered a single word, sending her into a state of shock.

“Freeze.”

Bellatrix panicked, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t move anything below her neck. She could still feel everything, but her body refused to follow her commands.

Neville took a breath to calm himself. This was by far the most nerve-racking part for him. He had no illusions about how dangerous this woman was. If she got a hold of his wand, or anything else she could turn into a weapon for that matter, it would be over for him.

‘Nothing ventured, nothing gained,’ Neville reminded himself as he pulled out his wand and dispelled the body bind.

He watched her carefully, holding her at wand point for a tense few moments to make sure the collar worked. She was still shouting and cursing him under the silencing spell, but she hadn’t moved so much as an inch.

Neville carefully lifted one of Bellatrix’s arms into the air, then let it go, watching it flop bonelessly to the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief when she didn’t move. The collar worked just as advertised.

He unlatched the pillory and dragged Bellatrix forward, locking her head and hands into it, then double checked the latch to make sure it was locked securely.

When he was satisfied, he returned to the secret room, retrieving the second part of the pillory, a padded board.

He placed it underneath Bellatrix’s knees and attached the straps to her legs, locking them securely to the board before retrieving a second, smaller board.

He pulled off Bellatrix’s boots, locking her ankles to the last board, before he re-checked each component to make sure they were all locked.

He moved in front of the snarling woman and knelt down, taking her chin in his hand, and forcing her to look him in the eye.

‘This is the most important part of the book. I can’t show any weakness,’ Neville reminded himself.

“Your old life is over Bellatrix. From now on, things are going to be very different for you. I’m going to teach you to be a good girl for me. Release,” Neville said, allowing Bellatrix to move again, as much as she could in her current situation.

As Neville released her chin, Bellatrix lunged forward, trying to bite his hand, but came up short. He had already moved his hand well out of her reach.

Neville said nothing, having already expected a reaction like this. He moved behind Bellatrix, raising his hand and slapping it down on her ass with a sharp crack.

Bellatrix stopped mid shout, trying to look over her shoulder in shock, not believing what had just happened. Because of the pillory, she couldn’t see what was happening, but she could certainly feel and hear it. ‘He just spanked me,’ she realized.

Another series of slaps followed, as Neville got to work. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Bellatrix raged at the indignity of it, struggling futilely to pull herself free from her bondage, but the heavy oak of the pillory held strong, and the boards strapped to her knees and ankles didn’t move so much as an inch. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Neville was relentless as he spanked Bellatrix, punishing her for what she had done to his parents, while simultaneously making it abundantly clear who was in charge. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Bellatrix’s anger slowly faded as the spanking went on and on. Now, instead of struggling to break the pillory, she was just trying futilely to move her out of the way of his spanks.

Her face burned red in humiliation as she realized there was nothing she could do to stop him. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The sting of each spank continued to increase as it went on. Bellatrix was sure her ass was bright red by now. She stopped struggling, thinking that was what Longbottom wanted from her, a small act of submission. She swallowed her pride this once, believing that it would bring this humiliation to and end, but it didn’t. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Bellatrix groaned in pain as Longbottom continued to spank her, wondering if this would ever end. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She had been hit by spell fire plenty of times before, and it had hurt far worse than this, but she was slowly realizing this was the more difficult of the two to deal with. The pain was constant, radiating across her ass, and she didn’t know when Longbottom was going to stop. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Neville took a breather, rubbing his palm. The spanking was even hurting his own hand now. He looked down at the squirming form of Bellatrix in satisfaction. It was just like the book described. The anger fades away, it just takes time and punishment.

Bellatrix let out a sigh of relief when the spanking finally stopped, glad that it was finally over.

Neville moved back in front of Bellatrix, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up at him. “I hope we understand each other now.”

Bellatrix knew she couldn’t say anything because of the silencing charm, so she settled for glaring up at him angrily, swearing to herself that she would pay him back tenfold for every humiliation he heaped on her.

Neville kept his face impassive as he went to his desk. The book had outlined exactly how to administer the first spanking, and what to do directly afterwards.

Bellatrix watched Longbottom wearily as she wondered what he had planned for her next. When he turned around, there was something in his hand. At first she thought it was a dagger, but when she got a closer look she realized it was just a pair of scissors.

She furrowed her brows in confusion, wondering what he was planning on doing with those. She felt him tug on her shirt, then the unmistakable sound of the scissors slicing through them.

Bellatrix’s eyes widened in outrage as she realized Longbottom was cutting off her clothes. She struggled as much as she could in her current position, not making it easy for him.

When she heard Longbottom drop the scissors to the floor, and let out an audible sigh, she thought she had scored a small victory, but the moment was short-lived.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Neville spanked Bellatrix again, this time much harder than before, wincing at the sting he felt in his hand with each spank he delivered.

He had been secretly hoping for this exact reaction from her, just so he had an excuse to drive the point home. He was the one in charge.

Bellatrix winced with each spank that rained down on her ass. At the rate he was going, she didn’t think she would be able to sit down for a week.

As the spanking continued, she lamented how unfair it was to be at the mercy of this pudgy buffoon. In a proper duel, she would wipe the floor with him. If his hired thug hadn’t found her in her weakened state, she was positive that she would have killed him, too.

Bellatrix clamped her lips together, refusing to scream. Even though she knew Longbottom couldn’t hear her, she refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was getting to her.

As the spanking went on, and the pain increased, she gave in and stopped squirming, hoping that Longbottom would stop.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Neville finished another series of spanks before he picked up the scissors again, returning to cutting away her clothes without a word.

This time Bellatrix didn’t move as Neville cut away her shirt. She was still furious, but realized another spanking wouldn’t help her situation.

When Neville finished with her shirt, he threw the scraps in front of Bellatrix, waiting for another reaction, but was surprised when she didn’t react this time.

Bellatrix narrowed her eyes at the strips of cloth that were once her shirt. She understood Longbottom’s game now. He was doing all this to get a reaction out of her. He wanted her to get angry. She would not give him the satisfaction.

Bellatrix didn’t move as Neville cut away her pants, adding them to the pile and leaving her in her bra and panties. With a sinking feeling she realized what he would do next.

She felt him slide the scissor blade across her skin, and underneath the strap of her bra, cleanly slicing it before doing the same on the other side, and then the final one on her back.

Her bra fell to the ground and was quickly scooped up and added to the growing pile on the floor in front of her.

Neville moved down to Bellatrix’s hips next, cutting the strap of her panties on one side, then the other before he pulled them off her as well.

He gazed down at her ass, now bright red after her multiple spankings, then at the rest of her body. Her dirty and over sized clothes had done a good job of hiding the ravages of Azkaban. She was far too skinny for his liking. He would have to make some adjustments to her potions regiment to correct that.

Neville stood up and moved to stand in front of Bellatrix, forcing her to look up at him again.

“Mipsy,” Neville called, waiting for his house-elf to appear.

“Master called?” Mipsy said as she appeared with a soft pop.

“Yes,” Neville replied, pointing to the remains of Bellatrix’s clothes. “Have those burned.”

Mipsy nodded, popping away with the clothes.

Neville glanced at Bellatrix’s nude form before he went to the chest Arcanum left him, rummaging through it until he found what he was looking for.

Bellatrix watched him wearily, wondering what new humiliation he had planned for her next. This time he had a metal ring in his hand, but she had no idea what it was supposed to do.

Neville knelt down in front of Bellatrix, holding the ring up for her to see. “Open your mouth,” he ordered.

Bellatrix looked between the ring in his hand and the stern look on his face before she stubbornly clamped her jaw, refusing him.

Neville nodded, “alright, the hard way it is then,” he said as he moved behind her again.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Bellatrix winced as each spank landed. She didn’t know what was worse, the spanking, or the humiliation of being naked, and at the mercy of a fool, almost thirty years her junior.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Neville continued spanking Bellatrix, turning her ass from a dark pink to a deep red. This wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed doing, especially as his hand started to hurt, but the book said it was important to establish dominance from the start.

Bellatrix groaned silently as the spanking continued. She knew by now that he wouldn’t stop, not until she did what he wanted. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

After a while, she just couldn’t take it anymore, and as much as she hated giving into this man, she knew it wouldn’t stop until she did what he wanted. Swallowing her pride yet again, she opened her mouth wide.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Neville spanked Bellatrix a few more times for good measure before he moved back in front of her again.

Bellatrix watched as Longbottom folded the metal ring in half before placing it in his palm in front of her face.

Before she could react, the ring flew out of his hand, hinging open as it wedged itself behind her teeth, forcing her mouth wide open.

In a panic, she tried to use her tongue to push the ring out of her mouth, but it didn’t move so much as a millimeter. It was like there was a sticking charm on it.

Neville went back to the chest, returning with a vial and a six inch dildo in his hands.

Bellatrix’s eyes widened as she realized what he intended to do when he held the dildo to her lips. She shook her head violently. There was no way that thing was going to fit in her mouth.

Neville held Bellatrix chin as he pushed the tip of the dildo passed her lips. “Try to relax, and this will go easier for you.”

As much as Bellatrix struggled, Neville had no problem holding onto her as he slowly pushed the dildo into her mouth.

Bellatrix could do nothing as Neville filled her mouth with the dildo, forced to kneel there, helpless as he bumped it into the back of her throat before changing the angle slightly, and pushing the tip into her throat.

She could still feel the sting in her ass, and thought better of struggling anymore as Longbottom locked the dildo to the metal ring.

Neville uncorked the potion, attaching it to the slot in the dildo, allowing Bellatrix to watch as the potion vile slowly emptied into her mouth and down her throat, forcing her to swallow it.

Alarm bells went off In Bellatrix’s head as the potion vial slowly emptied itself. She couldn’t tell what the potion was, much less what it did.

Just when Bellatrix thought it was over, Neville pulled out three more vials, each one of them a different potion, and attached them to the dildo one after the other until they were drained as well.

Neville placed the empty vials on his desk, and pulled out the next set of items, making sure that Bellatrix saw them beforehand.

Bellatrix stared in confusion and growing worry at what Longbottom held in his hands. One of them was a jar filled with some kind of liquid she had never seen before, and the other item she didn’t recognize at all.

She could tell it was metal and oval shaped. A bar protruded from one side and flared out to a circular base, but she couldn’t understand what it was for.

Bellatrix watched as Longbottom opened the jar, and holding the egg by its base, and dipped it into the jar before he moved behind her.

Still confused, she wondered what he was up to, until she felt something cold and wet press against her asshole. Her eyes widened in shock as she immediately realized what he intended to do with it.

Bellatrix tensed her ass muscles in panic, stopping Longbottom from putting whatever that was inside of her.

Neville, having expected this reaction, brought his free hand down on her ass sharply SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! While he kept pressing the plug against her asshole.

Bellatrix was still sore from the previous spanking, and the pain quickly became unbearable for her.

Neville surprised Bellatrix with a sharp slap, causing her to involuntarily relax her ass, which he took full advantage of by pushing the tip of the plug inside her before she clamped down on it again.

“This plug is going in, one way or another,” Neville said, sternly. “The only thing you get to decide is how many spanks you get before it does.”

Bellatrix growled around the dildo locked inside her mouth. She would tear him to pieces as soon as she escaped. She would make sure of that, but she couldn’t ignore the pain she was feeling, and a growing part of her just wanted it to stop.

She knew it was a concession, an act of submission for worse than the others, but she had no choice. She slowly relaxed her ass, groaning as Longbottom used the plug to stretch her ass as he worked it inside her, noticeably gentler now that she wasn’t fighting him.

The dull ache in her ass slowly increased as he pushed the largest part of the plug inside her before decreasing as the plug narrowed again, finally closing around the end.

“Almost done,” Neville said as he activated the plug, startling Bellatrix as warm water poured into her ass.

It felt almost pleasant to her, especially after the sting of her spanking, but that quickly changed as the pressure of the water became uncomfortable, pressing against her insides.

Just when she couldn’t take it anymore, it stopped, and she was forced to hold the water in her ass for a few minutes before it finally drained out.

Neville activated the plug twice more, forcing Bellatrix to endure the humiliation twice more to make sure she was properly cleaned out.

Neville stood up, “Get some rest pet, you have another big day tomorrow,” he said, walking out the door and locking in behind him as he left.

After a few minutes of waiting, Bellatrix became incensed. She realized Longbottom intended to leave her in this state for the rest of the night.

At the very least, she expected for him to release her from the pillory, and remove the things he placed inside her body.

Chapter Text

Bellatrix had a difficult time sleeping through the night, waking up every few hours. The position Longbottom left her in was uncomfortable, to say the least. She tiredly looked out the window as the sun rose, wondering what new humiliation Longbottom had planned for her next.

It was another two hours before she heard the door creak open and Longbottom walked inside. He had a tray of food in his hand, the smell instantly making her mouth water. Bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee. ‘At least the fool knows enough to provide a proper meal,’ Bellatrix thought haughtily.

Over the last few months, decent food had become more and more difficult to get. She had even resorted to breaking into muggle homes occasionally and imperiusing the muggles to serve her before she inevitably killed them.

She could never stay for very long, a few days at the most, before she drew the attention of the Aurors, or the ever-increasing number of bounty hunters trying to make a name for themselves.

Neville smiled at the hungry look in Bellatrix’s eye as he set the tray down on his desk. She would be in for a rude awakening, and a long overdue lesson in humility.

He reached into the trunk, pulling out another potion vial, and hooked it up to the dildo still logged in Bellatrix’s throat.

Bellatrix grunted in annoyance as she was force fed another potion, but it would all be worth it once she got to eat her breakfast. Longbottom would have to let her out of the pillory to eat, and once she finished, she would pounce on him. ‘He won’t even see it coming,’ she thought maliciously.

She already had a good idea what the potions were doing. The aches and pains she had been dealing with over the last few months were gone now, and the various injuries she picked over the last year were slowly getting better.

Neville sat down at his desk, making sure Bellatrix could see him. Catching her eye, he picked up a piece of bacon and ate it in front of her, enjoying the look of outrage and anger on her face as he tucked into his breakfast.

Bellatrix glared murderously up at Longbottom as he ate her breakfast, promising herself that when she got loose, he would pay dearly for this moment.

She could do nothing as he approached her again with another one of his foul tasting potions. He replaced the vial, forcing her to drink it as well, followed shortly by a third one.

The aroma of coffee and bacon permeated the room, making Bellatrix’s mouth water. The psychological torture was not lost on Bellatrix. She had done similar things during the war to break prisoners, and often times much worse, but this was the first time those same tactic were used against her.

“That was delicious,” Neville said, looking Bellatrix directly in the eye as he patted his stomach. “The elves really out did themselves today,” he said, expecting another temper tantrum from her.

He was a little surprised when she settled for simply glaring at him, especially considering how she behaved yesterday. She was obviously still furious. The glare she sent him was proof enough of that, but she also wasn’t thrashing around and screaming at him like a wild animal. ‘Progress,’ he thought triumphantly.

The book was right. She learned he wouldn’t tolerate that kind of behavior from her, and even faster than he expected. Now he just had to work on the murderous looks she kept sending his way.

Neville finished his last sip of coffee before he moved behind Bellatrix, starting her first spanking of the day. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Bellatrix yelped in surprise as Longbottom spanked her, wondering why he was even spanking her. She didn’t even do anything this time, her face flushing with humiliation as she could do nothing to stop him.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Neville looked down at Bellatrix’s ass as he spanked her, turning her cheeks from a pasty white to a rosy pink. He made a mental note to make sure she got some sun in the future as he much preferring the sun kissed look.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Bellatrix winced uncomfortably as Longbottom continued to spank her. She was still sore from her spanking yesterday, but she stopped herself from squirming out of the way, promising herself that she wouldn’t let him see that his tactics were having an effect on her.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She knew exactly what Longbottom wanted, for her to whimper and cry, beg and plead for him to stop. His little power play wouldn’t work on her. She promised herself she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

As the spanking continued, a traitorous thought tickled at the back of Bellatrix’s mind. What if she just pretended to give in? He would stop spanking her. There wasn’t even anyone else to catch her in a moment of weakness, just Longbottom, and she would kill him soon enough.

‘NO’ she thought, viciously crushing the errant thought. Even pretending to submit to a man like him would be a step too far. What would the dark lord think of her if he saw her like that?

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Neville smiled in satisfaction as he continued to spank Bellatrix. He knew this was important for establishing dominance, but he couldn’t wait to move on to the more enjoyable parts of her training.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

After the fiftieth spank, Neville stopped, ready to move onto the rest of her training for the day. He could tell Bellatrix didn’t understand why he spanked her this time, but he knew that after a few more sessions, it would become clear to her.

Bellatrix let out a small sigh of relief when Longbottom went back to his desk, reading his strange book again. Her ass hurt more than she wanted to admit. More than once during her spanking, she bit down hard on the dildo in her moth to keep from screaming out, both in anger and from the growing pain.

She watched with apprehension as Longbottom nodded to himself as he put down his book a few minutes later and moved behind her again. She hoped he wasn’t planning on spanking her again, not knowing if she could stop herself from reacting this time.

She almost sighed in relief when he activated her plug again. The comparatively mild discomfort of the jet of water filling her ass was far more bearable than another spanking, though no less humiliating for Longbottom to have so much control over her.

“Mipsy,” Neville called after Bellatrix’s plug finished its work. “Bellatrix is ready for her bath.”

Bellatrix blinked as the house-elf appeared in front of her, a large claw-foot tub appearing beside it. She could see the steam wafting out of the tub invitingly, and could even smell the light scent of jasmine coming from the water.

When she had been a Black, this was commonplace for her. She had never given it much thought then, but between Azkaban and the war that followed, it had been years since she had indulged herself in this kind of luxury.

After the past year especially, it would have been something she enjoyed, craved, even, but not while Longbottom held her prisoner. But as she thought about it more, she smiled inwardly, realizing the opportunity that was presented to her.

Longbottom would have to release her from the pillory to get her into the tub. She knew he probably had some plan to keep her control, but no plan was perfect, and she only needed a single moment. If she paid attention, there would be some weakness she could exploit and escape, ‘then the tables will turn,’ she thought to herself.

Neville pulled out his wand, levitating Bellatrix just above the tub. He moved beside her and unlocked her ankle, holding it tight as he pushed it into the tub, ready to lock her ankle to the manacle inside the tub.

He could feel her struggling against his grip, but he was ready for it. With some effort, he locked her ankle to the shackle, then moved behind her, and lay a set of sharp smacks to her ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Bellatrix couldn’t keep the grimace of pain off her face as Longbottom spanked her for the second time. It had been a foolish idea to fight him then. Even if she successfully kicked him away, he still had her trapped, with no way to get free. She should have waited, bided her time until the right opportunity came along.

This time Bellatrix didn’t fight as Neville locked her other leg into the tub. He moved to her wrists next, opening the pillory just enough to pull one out, and locked it to the tub before he removed it entirely, and locked down her remaining wrist.

Bellatrix titled her head back and forth, stretching the stiff muscles in her neck and back as she sunk into the warm scented water. If she closed her eyes, she could even forget Longbottom was here, and just enjoy herself.

Neville looked down at Bellatrix on all fours, luxuriating in the tub. He could already see the effects of the potions he had her drink. Her numerous scars had already faded considerably, and within a couple of days would be gone entirely, leaving behind smooth, unblemished skin.

She already looked ten years younger now, closer to 45 years old. Her skin had even tightened up again, as she regained some of the curves she had in her youth.

Bellatrix would never say it out loud, but she loved the feel of the warm water on her skin. For the first time in a very long time, she allowed herself to relax, savoring the moment.

Months spent on the run, sleeping in abandoned buildings, sometimes even forest floors and caves, had taken its tolls on her. She could almost forget she was a prisoner in a moment like this.

Neville pulled up a chair, sitting down beside Bellatrix. He picked up the bucket Mipsy left for him and dipped it into the tub, pouring the scented water over Bellatrix’s back.

The book had been clear about this. It wasn’t just about pain. There had to be punishment and pleasure, both in equal measure, to tame, and bond with a new pet. Overtime Bellatrix would associate with not just punishments for misbehaving but also comfort and pleasure when she did what she was told.

Bellatrix’s reverie broke when she felt the water splash across her back, bringing her back to the reality. Even though she enjoyed the feel of the warm water cascading off her back and shoulders, she sent a hateful glare at Neville.

Neville let out an audible sigh as he set the bucket down and reached back, spanking Bellatrix again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

It confused Bellatrix for a moment as she yelped into her gag, wondering what she had done this time. She winced with every spank before the realization finally struck. He was going to spank her every time she did something he didn’t like, even for something as simple as glaring at him.

She looked down at the water for a long moment, coming to a difficult decision. Just for now, she would do what he wanted. It was the first time since she got here that she felt comfortable, and she wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible.

Neville picked up the bucket again, pouring the water over Bellatrix’s body, washing away the dirt and grime.

As the water cascaded over Bellatrix head and back, she closed her eyes, putting out of her mind where she was, and just enjoyed the moment. A small smile of contentment working its way onto her face as Longbottom poured another bucket of water over her, pretending she was back home at Grimmauld place, before she left home, and her pampered and luxurious life fell apart.

Neville reached into the tub, pulling out the sponge floating in the water. He applied some soap to it before he rubbed in along Bellatrix’s back and shoulders in slow circles, working the soap into her skin.

Bellatrix’s eyes snapped open as she felt the sponge on her back, turning to look at Longbottom in shock, a myriad of emotions crossing her face as she struggled to process what she was feeling. Longbottom had an impassive look on his face as he locked eyes with her, daring her to react.

Bellatrix looked down at the water quickly, not trusting herself to stay calm, and play right into his hands again. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself. She wouldn’t let him manipulate her again.

Neville pretended not to notice Bellatrix’s reaction as he continued to work the sponge up and down her back a few more times before going lower. To her credit, Bellatrix didn’t react as he ran the sponge over her ass and the back of her thighs.

When he reached underneath, soaping her breasts and torso, he could feel her stiffen, but did nothing to stop him.

He couldn’t wait to do this without the sponge, and as tempting as it would be to do so now, he knew he had to be patient, especially in the beginning. She wouldn’t submit to him all at once. It would be in steps, slow at first. Each act of submission would build on the previous one, her resolve weakening, until she gave herself to him completely.

Bellatrix squirmed under Longbottom’s touch. Despite the promise she made to herself, she enjoyed the feel of the sponge on her chest, her nipples coming to attention under his surprisingly tender ministrations.

When Longbottom pushed the sponge between her legs, rubbing her pussy in slow circles, her resolve faltered.

Bellatrix’s eyes popped open as the rough texture of the sponge rubbed along her pussy lips, stimulating her. It had never felt like this before. Somehow, the pleasure she was feeling from the simple touch of Longbottom’s sponge was sending waves of pleasure directly to her core.

She tried to clamp her legs together, desperate to hide her arousal from Longbottom, but the damnable cuffs around her ankles made that impossible. She bit down on the dildo in her mouth, cutting off a moan of pleasure before it could escape her lips.

She knew what Longbottom was doing as he continued to rub her pussy. He wanted to make her cum, have her debase herself in front of him, and the worse part was, it was probably going to work.

If not for the tub, it would be obvious Longbottom was making her wet. It had been so long since the last time she came. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold out.

Just when he was about to force an orgasm out of her, Neville stopped, dropping the sponge into the water as he picked up the bucket again. He poured more water over her, washing away the remaining soap. As tempting as it was to make her cum, he knew it wasn’t the right time. When he let her cum, he would make her work for it, and beg for the pleasure he could only provide her.

Bellatrix looked up at Longbottom, a look of confusion and frustration on her face. She wasn’t sure if she should be mad at him for doing what he did in the first place, or stopping when she had been so close.

Her face flushed with embarrassment at the knowing look on his face, realizing that she hadn’t done as good a job as she thought, hiding her arousal.

Neville pulled out a bottle of shampoo next, working it into her hair, where most of the dirt and grime was before rinsing it out and repeating it twice more.

When Neville was finally satisfied she was clean, he drained the tub, and used his wand to dry Bellatrix off.

He then floated the pillory back in front of her, locking her neck and hands back in before he floated her out of the tub and onto the carpet, and left without a word.

Part of Bellatrix’s training was the silence, leaving her to her own thoughts and teaching her to crave his presence. In time, being left alone would become its own punishment, and she would crave his attention.

When Bellatrix heard the click of the door locking, she tried to stand up. Longbottom had forgotten to shackle her legs, a mistake that she could capitalize on, but as hard as she tried, she just couldn’t get the leverage to stand up. The heavy oak pillory didn’t budge so much as an inch off the floor.

After a few more minutes of straining her muscles, trying to stand, she finally gave up, realizing the pillory was enchanted. It seemed Longbottom thought of everything, she thought morosely.

She hated to admit it, but Longbottom had her trapped. Worse still, he hadn’t made a single mistake she could exploit. If something didn’t change soon, she would be stuck here forever.

With nothing better to do, she stared out the window, watching as the morning slowly turned to afternoon.

Her eyes started to droop. The lack of sleep the previous night catching up with her. She was still far from comfortable, but that didn’t seem to matter. Her eyes fluttered close as she fell asleep again.

When she woke up next, it was late evening. The sun was setting and she could feel the pangs of hunger gnawing at her stomach again, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten in more than three days. The closest thing to food being the potions Longbottom forced down her throat.

Just when she thought Longbottom intended to leave her in this state for the rest of the night, she heard a click, then the door creaked open.

A small part of her was glad Longbottom was back. Left to her own thoughts for so many hours had nearly driven her up the wall with boredom.

Neville went to the chest sitting near his desk and pulled out another three vials of potions, then stood in front of Bellatrix, taking in her appearance. It had only been about eight hours and she was already looking younger than in the morning. If he had to guess, she looked just under forty now. After another day or so, she would look just like her picture again.

Bellatrix eyed the potions vials in Longbottom’s hands wearily. There were far too many of them, and she was drinking them far too often for just restoring her health, but she couldn’t figure out what their purpose was.

Neville hooked up the first potion to her gag, watching as it slowly drained into Bellatrix’s mouth and down her throat, then activating her plug again.

Bellatrix grunted as she felt the now familiar jet of warm water fill her ass. She did her best to remain impassive, pretending she hadn’t even felt it. Longbottom was watching her intently for a reaction, just looking for a reason to spank her again, but she knew better now. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

She waited for the water to drain from her ass, plotting what she would do once she escaped. It would be difficult, but she had to play along with his little game, just until he let his guard down. Then she would capitalize on his mistakes and make him pay dearly for every humiliation he heaped upon her.

Bellatrix let out a sigh of relief when the plug finally drained the water out, and the uncomfortable bloated feeling finally subsided.

Neville hooked up Bellatrix’s second potion before he returned to his book again. He had been reading, and re-reading each chapter to prepare for Bellatrix’s training. The last thing he wanted was to make a mistake and ruin everything.

Bellatrix looked up at Longbottom again, wondering again what it was about that book that had him so engrossed. Every time she focused her eyes on the cover, the letters blurred, making it impossible for her to read them.

Neville looked up from his book, and switched out Bellatrix’s potion for the last one before he returned to his book again, continuing to read.

Bellatrix glared at Longbottom as he read his stupid book, furious that he was just ignoring her again. She couldn’t even taunt him with the gag in her mouth.

When Neville looked up from his book again, Bellatrix quickly looked away, hoping that he didn’t see the look on her face, but she was too late.

She watched as he put down the book down with a long sigh and moving behind her again. She knew what was coming and tensed her muscles, preparing herself.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Bellatrix grunted after each spank, but refused to move or show Longbottom any other sign his tactics were working, regardless of how much it hurt.

She hadn’t fully recovered from her previous spankings yet, and the sting of each spank quickly became unbearable.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Despite her best efforts, Bellatrix couldn’t hold back the occasional yelps of pain as Longbottom hit a sore spot, thankful that her gag at least muffled the sounds. It felt like her ass was on fire. Even though she knew it was useless, she futilely tried to move out of the way.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Bellatrix breathed a sigh of relief when the spanking finally stopped, keeping her eyes glued to the floor as her face flushed red with embarrassment.

She was a soldier, a warrior on the battlefield, one of the most powerful and feared witches in the world, and this man, barely even a man at all spanked her, like she was some unruly child.

Neville looked down at Bellatrix’s abused ass, now a bright red, as she stared at the ground, refusing to look up at him. He went to the trunk and pulled out a jar of salve, scooping some into his hands and rubbing them together for a moment. He moved behind Bellatrix, applying the salve to her ass.

Bellatrix looked over shoulder in confusion when Longbottom rubbed something onto her ass. It felt cold to the touch, but slowly warmed as he applied it.

Neville could feel how tense Bellatrix was as he kneaded her ass cheeks. ‘She probably thinks it’s another punishment,’ he thought wryly.

Bellatrix felt a small amount of relief as the salve soothed the pain from her spanking, dulling it before the pain faded entirely.

As the minutes passed, with no sigh of Longbottom stopping, she involuntarily relaxed her ass as something else replaced the pain.

Neville looked at Bellatrix’s ass as he kneaded it, running his finger along the edge of her plug, as he worked in the salve.

Bellatrix did her best to hide it, rubbing her thighs together as she became aroused despite her best efforts to ignore Longbottom. She bit down hard on the dildo as Longbottom snaked his finger around the rim of her ass, turning her on even more. The hatred she felt for him somehow enhanced the pleasure she was feeling as she felt her wetness dripping down her thighs.

Neville could tell Bellatrix was enjoying herself and took things to the next stage. Still fondling her ass with one hand, he pressed the other between her legs, separating her thighs.

He could feel her pressing her thighs together, trying to keep him out, but the salve also acted as a lubricant, letting him easily slip past her defenses. He cupped her cunt in his hand as he curled his fingers through her pubic hair.

A moan of pleasure escaped Bellatrix’s lips before she could contain herself. After all the spankings she had received over the last few days, the pleasure she was feeling now acted as a balm, making it even harder to resist his advances.

She clamped her thighs tightly around his wrist, not sure if she wanted him to stop or keep going. It was difficult to think clearly when he did things like this.

She could feel her pussy dripping in anticipation, her body betraying her as it reacted to his touch.

Neville could feel the death grip Bellatrix’s thighs had on his wrist loosen as he played with her pubic hair. He eased his wrist back, now running his fingers over her pussy lips.

Bellatrix arched her back, another moan escaping her lips as her pleasure intensified. Realizing there was no point in hiding it now. She decided to take what pleasure she could from it, and deal with the consequences later.

Just as she was about to cum, Longbottom abruptly stopped, pulling his hand back, and left the room without a word.

Bellatrix stared at the closed door in shock and frustration. He had done it again! She had been so close to cumming. Why would he just leave her like this? Why didn’t she see it coming?

A rage overtook Bellatrix a moment later as she screamed into her gag, thrashing around, trying to rip her arms free of the pillory. Longbottom was playing with her. She promised herself that he would pay dearly for this, and every other humiliation he heaped on her.

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Bellatrix woke up with a groan. Her back felt stiff and sore after from spending the night locked in the pillory, on her hands and knees. She felt her face flush with a mixture of embarrassment and anger as she remembered what Longbottom did to her last night, and worse of all, how she gave into him in a moment of weakness.

She remembered how she moaned at his touch, how close he brought her to the edge, how she nearly came all over his fingers, only for him to stop and walk away at the last moment. All of this was a game to him, and she played right into his hands.

She promised herself it wouldn’t happen again. She knew his game now, and she would be prepared for him next time.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the window. It was early morning. The sun had just begun to rise. It felt like she had only slept for a few hours, and she would have at least another couple of hours before Longbottom showed up again. She tried to go back to sleep, but no matter what she tried, she just couldn’t find a way to get comfortable.

With nothing better to do, she looked around Longbottom’s study, making a mental note of where everything was to help with her escape plans.

Longbottom seemed to have thought of everything when he had her captured, and brought here. As long as he kept her locked in the pillory, she had no chance of escaping. He was also far too vigilant and careful for her to try anything. She needed to lull him into a false sense of security, and get him to drop his guard.

There was only one way for that to happen, and it wasn’t something she was looking forward to. She would have to do what Longbottom told her, and after a lifetime of doing whatever she pleased in was an uncomfortable pill to swallow.

After a long wait, she heard footsteps. They were getting closer and closer. She knew it had to be Longbottom, returning after a comfortable sleep in his bed.

Just before he opened the door, she reminded herself to stay calm, to not allow him to goad her again. She needed him to believe she was not a threat to him.

Neville stepped inside his study and took in the changes in Bellatrix’s appearance. They weren’t as pronounced as the previous day, but she did look younger. ‘Probably around her mid thirties,’ Neville thought. ‘Maybe another day or so before she gets to 25.’

He walked passed Bellatrix, not letting her know he was looking at her, and opened the trunk sitting beside his desk. He pulled out the three vials of potions Bellatrix needed to drink and lifted the pillory up, forcing her up onto her knees.

Bellatrix looked from side to side, finally able to get a good look around Longbottom’s study. She scanned the room again, looking for anything she could use as a weapon, but nothing obvious stood out.

She hoped that when the time came, there would be something she could use in one of his desk drawers or along the bookshelf. A spare wand, a dagger, even a letter opener could become a lethal weapon in her hands.

As she continued to scan the room, she heard a soft pop, signaling the arrival of Longbottom’s house-elf. She could smell it before she saw it, the mouth-watering aroma of pancakes and sausage.

She could feel her stomach grumble as she watched the house-elf place the tray on Longbottom’s desk before it popped away again.

Neville caught where Bellatrix was looking, and couldn’t help but smirk as he attached the first potion vial to her gag, then sat down at his desk to eat his breakfast.

According to the book this was a very important step in the process for Bellatrix to go through in order to become a proper pet slave. She had to understand that he controlled every aspect of her life now, right down to what she ate and where she slept.

Bellatrix’s eyes burned with anger as she watched Longbottom consume the meal she should be enjoying. She swallowed her anger, drinking down the bitter tasting potion, made ever worse by the aroma of Longbottom’s delicious breakfast.

Neville looked up from his plate with a smile on his face, locking eyes with her as he popped another piece of sausage in his mouth, then his eyes dipped lower, taking in the sight of Bellatrix’s luscious breasts.

Even now, they looked spectacular. He wondered what they would feel like wrapped around his cock, or in the palms of his hands as he took her from behind.

It had been so difficult not to take her in that moment. She was in the perfect position for it, and already so wet. Only the thought of what grandfather’s book promised gave him the strength to stop himself, and follow through with the plan.

After he finished eating, he opened the book that never left his side, re-reading today’s chapter and committing it to memory, stopping only to replace Bellatrix’s potion vials at the right intervals.

As the last drop of potion dripped down her throat, Bellatrix watched Longbottom continued to read his book, completely ignoring her. She tried a few times to read the gold lettering on the cover of the book, but could never seem to, for one reason or another.

After almost a half hour of having to kneel there, silently watching as Longbottom read his book, he finally put it down and stood up.

Bellatrix watched him carefully as he got closer, craning her neck as he moved behind her, trying to see what he would do next.

Neville knelt behind Bellatrix and pressed his thumb to the base of her butt plug, activating it. He saw her flinch, but made no other outward reactions. He smiled, realizing she was ready for the next part of her training.

He moved back in front of her, standing up so that she had to crane her neck to look up at him. “I’m going to remove the silencing spell,” Neville said in a calm voice. “Before I do, I want you to understand a few things.”

“I don’t care what you have to say. There’s no point in threatening me, bribing me, or trying to reason with me. You are not going anywhere,” he said, punctuating each word.

“You are not to say a word. If you do, I will spank you again, and it will be much worse than last time. I’ll put your gag back in, and we will try this gain tomorrow, and every day after that, until you understand who’s in charge. Nod if you understand me.”

Bellatrix looked up at Longbottom and knew he was serious, and as much as she wanted to disobey him, she knew it wouldn’t get her nowhere. She nodded her head, hating the fact that she was giving into him, yet again.

Neville pulled out the gag, followed by the metal ring, forcing her mouth open, and watched Bellatrix carefully. The first few times she submitted to him were the most crucial to her training. He had to get this right.

Bellatrix opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to work the stiffness out of her jaw. She fought down the renewed urge to shout and threaten him, knowing what it would lead to.

After a few seconds Neville reached down, patting her head, “good girl. If you tried to talk, your collar would have shocked you.”

Bellatrix glowered up at him, but didn’t react, refusing to let him goad her again.

Neville bent down in front of Bellatrix, and took her breasts in his hands, massaging and pinching her nipples, daring her to react like she had yesterday.

Bellatrix sent Neville a glare that would melt steel as he fondled her breasts. With her hands locked in the pillory, and the collar around her neck, there was nothing she could do to stop him, and they both knew it.

Neville ignored the glare Bellatrix sent him, more focused on the supple breasts in between his fingers as he spoke. “Your potions regiment is nearly done,” he said, tweaking her nipples. “There’s just a few more things left to do, and we can get you out of the pillory.”

Bellatrix looked at Neville sharply before turning away, hoping he didn’t see the look in her eyes and reconsider. He was letting his guard down, a mistake she would happily capitalize on. With her arms free, he wouldn’t stand a chance against her, even without her wand.

Neville caught the small smile that briefly appeared on Bellatrix’s face, but said nothing. ‘It’s better she learn this lesson the hard way,’ he thought.

“Mipsy,” he called out, standing back up.

Neville’s house-elf appeared with a soft pop, handing him a large towel, before disappearing again. He pulled out his wand, aiming it at the pillory, changing its configuration.

Bellatrix let out a startled yelp as the pillory moved. She floated backwards, landing softly on the hardwood floor. The padded boards around her knees shifted and moved up, now resting behind her thighs. The boards around her ankles shifted and pulled apart, finally stopping when her legs were as far apart as possible without hurting her.

She looked down, but couldn’t see past the pillory locked around her head and wrists. It was a much more comfortable position, but she still felt just as trapped as before, unable to move so much as an inch in either direction.

“If you can be a good girl and hold still for me, I’ll let you take a nap after we’re done,” Neville promised.

Bellatrix bit off an angry retort, turning it into a grunt, just before her collar shocked her. She wouldn’t put it past Longbottom to put her back in the uncomfortable position he put her in last night as a punishment. She wasn’t sure if her back could take another night of that.

‘Why does he want me to hold still?’ Bellatrix thought with a twinge of fear as Longbottom knelt between her spread legs. She couldn’t see what he was doing, which only added to her growing worry.

She let out another gasp when she felt something cold running between her legs, tickling her pubic hairs. She couldn’t place it at first, not sure what Longbottom was doing, but after the first few strokes, she realized it was Longbottom’s wand.

With each stroke, it tickled less and less, making her realize Longbottom was shaving her. Her face flushed red, first with embarrassment, then anger, but she didn’t move, remembering Longbottom’s warning about staying still, and not wanting to get nicked.

At first, he had been hesitant about taking this step. He wasn’t really apposed to Bellatrix keeping a few hairs down there, and would have been fine with just cutting it short, but as he looked down at his finished work, he knew he made the right decision.

It would hammer home the lesson for Bellatrix. He was the Master, and she was the slave. She was his responsibility, his property, and what she wanted only mattered so long as it was what he wanted.

Bellatrix bit down hard on her tongue to stop from cursing Longbottom out. She knew that’s why he was doing this. He wanted to her to react, to lose control, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, not again.

When he let her out of this damn pillory, that’s when she would strike. She promised herself he would pay dearly for this humiliation, and every other one he heaped on her before that.

“There, that’s wasn’t too bad, was it?” Neville asked, waiting for a reaction from Bellatrix, a small smile forming on his face when she remained silent. It had only been a few days, but she was learning fast.

He could tell she was furious. It would have been impossible not to notice, but the important thing is she followed his orders. It was the foundation of her training, and with time, he knew the anger would fade, and she would realize this is where she belonged.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me. I think you deserve a reward,” he said as he ran his fingertips over Bellatrix’s freshly shaved pussy. He had been looking forward to this since the moment he hired Arcanum to find her.

Bellatrix’s eyes widened as she felt Longbottom’s fingertips rub across her pussy. She reflexively tried to clamp her legs together, but it was no use. The straps holding apart her legs didn’t budge.

It wasn’t until this moment that Bellatrix put together what Longbottom intended for her. There had been hints when he fondled her breasts, and what he did after spanking her, but she thought it was all to keep her off balance, to make her second guess what he was up to.

It was a trick she was familiar with. One she used multiple times when she was trying to extract information from the witches and wizards she’d tortured over the years, but as she looked up into Longbottom’s eyes, she realized it was no trick.

There was no disguising that look in his eyes, which made it all the more confusing for her. ‘Why would he want me?’ She thought. Forgetting the fact that she tortured his parents into insanity, she was almost 60 years old, and her time in Azkaban hadn’t helped.

Azkaban had robbed of her youth and beauty. She was a far cry from the classical beauty she had been in her youth, ‘so why is Longbottom looking at me like that?’ she thought to herself.

Neville could read the emotions running across Bellatrix’s face like a book. Thanks to the charm on her collar, she didn’t realize the effects the potions had on her body. To her, she looked the same as she did when she arrived here. He couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when the potions finished their work, and he allowed her to see herself without the charm.

He continued to trace his fingertips up and down her pussy lips, watching as her body betrayed her. He could feel the smoothness of her skin and the growing dampness between her legs as he teased her.

Bellatrix looked away, unable to believe what was happening. Her body was actually responding to Longbottom’s touch.

She remembered when the Dark Lord rescued her from Azkaban. After so many years, the first thing her husband, Rodolphus, wanted was to have sex, and they had tried, but Azkaban had ravaged both their bodies.

As much as Rodolphus tried, he just couldn’t rise to the occasion. And if she was being honest with herself, she didn’t want him to. After so much exposure to the Dementors, she couldn’t feel anything down there either.

They put the idea aside, focusing on winning the war instead, thinking they could find a solution after their victory that never came.

‘What were in those potions?’ Bellatrix thought. It was the only explanation that made any sense to her.

Her thoughts were cut short when she felt Longbottom press two of his fingers inside her, pumping them slowly.

She wanted so much to hate what he was doing to her, but she couldn’t. It felt incredible, better than anything Rodolphus ever managed, and just with his fingers.

She could feel herself getting wet as her traitorous body welcomed Longbottom’s fingers inside her, allowing him to pick up the pace. She bit her lip and clamped her mouth shut, just before she let out a moan of pleasure.

She felt his other hand move to her chest, groping and fondling her breasts as he fingered her. She could feel her nipples harden under his touch as her pleasure increased even more.

She couldn’t even remember the last time she came. ‘It had to have been before the war,’ she thought, and as much as she wanted to deny it, she knew there was no stopping Longbottom. He was going to make her cum.

‘It isn’t him,’ she thought to herself. ‘He isn’t making me feel this way. It’s just been a long time,’ she thought to herself, denying the reality of her situation.

Bellatrix couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips this time as Longbottom eased a third finger into her slick cunt and press down on her clit with his thumb. She rolled her head from side to side, trying to deny the pleasure coursing through her body.

Bellatrix grunted as Neville pistoned his fingers into her dripping cunt, opening the floodgates. She could no longer deny the pleasure she was feeling. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!”

Her hatred of Longbottom, her revenge, her plans to escape, all of it faded to the back of her mind as Longbottom fingered her needy pussy. The only thing she could focus on was the pleasure he was giving her.

Bellatrix strained against the straps holding her in place, not to escape, but to thrust her hips onto Neville’s fingers so he fingered her. Much to her frustration, the straps held strong, denying her the additional pleasure she craved.

Bellatrix let out a startled gasp as she felt a vibration deep in her ass, as her plug buzzed to life, adding another dimension to the pleasure flooding her body.

“UGGGGGGHHHHH!” She let out a deep grunt as the added pleasure brought her closer and closer to the edge.

She gasped for breath as she felt a sheen of sweat cover her body as her pleasure built even higher. She had never felt anything like this before in her life. All she could do was hold on as her orgasm crashed over her.

Bellatrix’s eyes widened as she let out a scream, “AUGHHHHHHHH!” before tumbling over the edge, and experiencing the best orgasm of her life.

She breathed hard as she came down from her orgasm, not fully understanding what happened as she slowly returned to her senses. She could only look at Longbottom in confusion as he stood over her.

She could see his hand, covered in her juices, and watched as a drop fell from the tip of his finger, to land on the corner of her mouth.

She could only watch him as he went to the curtains and shut them, blocking out the afternoon sun, then walk to the door.

“Take a nap, Bellatrix,” Neville ordered as he left, shutting the door behind him.

Bellatrix stared at the closed door for a long moment as she finally came to her senses, realizing what Longbottom had done to put her in such a state.

She felt her face flush with anger as she played back in her mind what she’d done, how she’d behaved, furious with herself for reacting to Longbottom the way she had.

She let out a scream of frustration and anger, only to stop when she realized the collar didn’t shock her. It seemed the collar only shocked her when she said an actual word.

As her anger slowly faded, she felt her eyes droop. After so many days locked in the pillory, she was finally in a comfortable position. Her eyes fluttered closed as she gave in, falling into a deep sleep.

Bellatrix opened her eyes with a frown. She could hear noises, footsteps moving around her. Forgetting where she was, she tried to sit up, only to stop short as she remembered where she was.

She looked around, seeing the curtains open again, revealing the night sky. ‘I must have slept through the whole afternoon,’ she thought.

Neville moved to stand over Bellatrix and looked down at her with a smile. “Good, you’re a wake. Did you have a good nap?” He asked cheerfully.

Bellatrix still felt groggy, and not fully awake when she saw Longbottom smiling down at her, and reacted before she had time to think. “I’m going to fucking kill you Longbottom!” she yelled angrily, before letting out a sharp yelp as she felt a shock from her collar. It was only then that her grogginess faded away and she realized her mistake.

“Oh, too bad,” Neville said, the smile never leaving his face. “You were so close to avoiding a spanking today.”

Bellatrix could only glower at Longbottom as she realized she had been played. It was exactly what he wanted, and she had walked right into it.

She could only watch on helplessly as Longbottom pulled out his wand, and adjusted the pillory, bringing her back up her feet, and bent over at the waist.

Neville moved behind Bellatrix, admiring the sight of her shapely ass. The potions from the morning had done their job, reducing her age by another few years.

He ran his hands up and down her ass, kneading her ass cheeks between her fingers as he admired the tightness of her ass. He had her lined up perfectly with his cock in this position.

Neville imagined himself unzipping his pants, and pressing his cock insider her tight pussy, and fucking her from behind until she came, and when she begged for more, he would take her ass.

He was almost certain no one had ever been insider her ass before, not with her pureblood upbringing. He relished the thought of taking that virginity from her, making her cum with his cock buried deep insider her ass, then depositing his seed inside her.

It was harder than he expected, much harder to hold himself back, especially when she looked this good, but he knew he couldn’t stray from grandfather’s book. It had been right about everything so far.

He looked down at Bellatrix’s ass and brought his hand down, landing a sharp series of slaps on her ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Bellatrix let out a yelp as she felt the first spank land on her ass. Longbottom had been kneading her ass for so long she thought he changed his mind.

She could tell immediately he was spanking her harder than before, and had to bite her tongue to stop from letting out another yelp. She grit her teeth, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop this.

She promised herself she wouldn’t make a sound. ‘That’s what Longbottom wants,’ she thought to herself.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Bellatrix could feel the heat on her ass as the sting started to set in. She tried her best to stay still, pretending the spanking wasn’t having any effect on her, but she couldn’t help but wince as it went on.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Bellatrix squirmed involuntarily as the next series of spanks landed, trying to subtly move out of the way so Longbottom’s hand didn’t land in the same spot each time, but it was easier said than done.

When she moved, Longbottom moved with her, more often than not spanking her in exactly the same spot regardless.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Neville looked down at Bellatrix’s ass as he came to a stop. He took her ass from a creamy white to a bright red.

He knew this would have to happen eventually. Bellatrix was always going to challenge his authority. He needed to come on strong and set the right expectation for her.

Neville moved in front of Bellatrix and pulled a potion vial from his pocket. “I’m going to give you a chance to drink this on your own, Bellatrix,” he said, uncorking the vial. “If you don’t drink it, if you spit it out, I’ll bring out your gag again, and it won’t be coming off for a very long time.”

Bellatrix glared up at Longbottom, then the potion vial in his hand. She could tell he was serious. She remembered how uncomfortable the gag had been and hated the idea of wearing it again.

She parted her lips, marking another in a growing list of concessions as she drank down the bitter potion. This was quickly followed by the other two potions, which tasted just as bad as the first one.

“Good girl,” Neville praised, patting her on the head like he would a puppy.

Bellatrix watched as a moment later, Longbottom’s house-elf arrived, depositing a plate on his desk before disappearing again. She felt her mouth begin to water as the aroma wafted over to her.

‘Lobster,’ she thought, remembering the last time she ate it. It was on the night of her wedding. She could still remember the delicate buttery flavor playing across her tongue.

She felt her stomach rumble as she watched Longbottom eat, knowing he was doing this to get a rise out of her again. She could still feel the sting of her spanking, a reminder of what would happen if she lost control again.

It was difficult for her to admit, but Longbottom held all the cards. There was nothing she could do to stop him, not when he had her trapped like this. She didn’t even feel the normal surge of anger she normally did when she looked at him, confusing her even more.

Neville looked up from his plate. He could see Bellatrix hungrily staring at his dinner, but the anger he expected wasn’t there. ‘It’s working,’ he thought happily. Bellatrix’s training was coming along faster than he had even hoped.

‘Time to give some positive reinforcement,’ Neville thought as he got up from his desk, and moved to stand in front of Bellatrix again. “I’ve got a treat for you Bellatrix,” Neville said as pulled out a jar of salve from his trunk.

Bellatrix immediately recognized the jar, feeling a sense of relief was over her as he moved behind her and opened the lid, glad she wouldn’t have to put up with the pain for much longer.

Neville scooped up the salve into his hands, and gently worked it into Bellatrix’s abused skin, massaging away the pain, and watching as her ass turned from an angry red to a rosy pink.

Bellatrix let out a sigh of contentment as she felt the sting slowly fade away, relaxing into his touch as she closed her eyes, letting herself forget where she was, and who she was with for the moment.

Neville held Bellatrix’s ass in his hands, kneading her cheeks as he stared down at her perfectly proportioned ass. The salve had already done its job, but he wanted to see how far he could go before he got a reaction out of her.

He ran his finger up and down the crack of her ass, tapping on her plug with each stroke, studying her for a reaction.

Bellatrix opened her eyes as she felt herself getting turned on again, silently cursing her body for betraying her yet again. She could feel her arousal dripping onto her thighs, but could do nothing to hide it, not with the pillory, forcing her legs apart.

She let out an exhale, trying to block out the sensations, and hoping that Longbottom wouldn’t notice. A hope that immediately fell apart when she felt his warm hand, reach between her legs and cup her slick cunt in his open palm.

His touch felt electric, sending tingles of pleasure up and down her spine as she felt the heat of fingers against her skin. She clamped her mouth shut, determined not to make a sound.

She remembered how she reacted to him in the afternoon, how she came all over his fingers, how amazing it had felt. ‘STOP!’ Bellatrix thought to herself desperately, trying to think about something other than what Longbottom was doing to her.

Neville loved the feel of Bellatrix’s warm cunt in his hand. He could feel her wetness on his fingers, and knew she was aroused, and desperately trying to hide it.

He reached out with his other hand, gripping the base of her plug, and slowly turned it as he pressed the fingers of his other hand against her slick folds.

Bellatrix bit down on her tongue, hoping the pain would overpower the pleasure she was feeling, but it didn’t work. The more she tried to cast aside and ignore the pleasure Longbottom was giving her, the harder it became.

She could feel his fingers pressed tightly against her pussy. She ached to give in, just take his fingers inside her, and experience another mind blowing orgasm like the one he gave her earlier in the day.

The only thing that stopped her was knowing that this was what Longbottom wanted, and if she gave into him now, it would be another step she willingly took into his control. She held onto that thought, keeping it at the forefront of her mind, focusing on her anger,  instead of the pleasure coursing through her body.

She took a few deep breaths through her nose, not trusting herself to open her mouth. If a single moan escaped her lips she knew it would open the floodgates.

That thought only lasted a few precious moments before she felt Longbottom turn the plug buried inside her ass. Her mouth opened in a silent scream of intense pleasure as she felt every nerve ending in her ass flare to life.

The feeling was indescribable. She didn’t even realize when she pressed her dripping cunt onto Longbottom’s fingers, desperately rubbing her slick folds against them, as her body demanding more.

Neville smiled as he pushed his index and middle fingers into Bellatrix’s overheated cunt, pumping them slowly as he pulled on her plug, taking it halfway out, before pushing it back in again, and again.

Bellatrix let out a loud keening moan as Longbottom pleasured her ass, adding another layer to the pleasure she was feeling. It already felt better than the orgasm he gave her earlier in the day, and she hadn’t even cum yet.

It didn’t even register in her mind when Longbottom unlocked her ankles, giving her a freedom of movement she hadn’t had since she arrived here. She fell into rhythm with Longbottom’s thrusting fingers, further heightening her pleasure.

“Ugh! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” She grunted as Longbottom quickened the pace, thrusting both her plug and his fingers into her overheated body. She had no idea it was even possible to feel this level of pleasure.

Neville used the function on Bellatrix’s collar to stop her from cumming, building her pleasure higher and higher, keeping her solely focused on the pleasure he was giving her.

He pulled the plug from her ass, dropping it to the floor, and stared down at his pet’s gaping asshole. He pressed his thumb to the rim of her ass, trailing it around the edge of her rosebud, and igniting the nerve ending there as well.

Bellatrix felt a sudden feeling of emptiness, realizing in the back of her mind that she couldn’t feel the plug buried in her ass anymore, just the cool air on her gaping asshole.

She rolled her head from side to side as she felt Longbottom’s thumb on the rim of her ass, teasing her as he pounded his fingers into her dripping pussy. “AUUUGHH!” She groaned out as she felt another wave of pleasure override her senses.

All she wanted now was to cum. It was all she could think about, all she could focus on. She felt like a wild animal, completely ruled by her instincts, and they were all screaming at her to do the same thing.

She thrust her ass back, impaling her ass on Neville’s thumb and taking his fingers deeper into her pussy.

Neville smiled as he watched Bellatrix fuck herself on his fingers, desperately trying to make herself cum, not realizing yet that she would only cum when he allowed her to.

She looked incredible like this, giving in to her base desires, her lust completely overtaking her mind. He was tempted to let her cum, to look at her beautiful face in the afterglow of her orgasm, but stopped himself.

She needed to understand that it was him that controlled her pleasure now, that her orgasms belonged to him, and if she didn’t follow his rules there would be consequences.

He pulled his fingers from her slick pussy, and pulled his thumb from her tight velvety ass, watching as she thrust her hips back and forth, trying desperately to find his fingers again.

It was only when he locked Bellatrix’s ankles back in place that her senses slowly returned to her. She no longer had the freedom of movement she had before. She felt the cold metal of her plug push back into her ass, and lock itself back inside her again as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

Her mouth opened in shock, not believing that Longbottom would stop her from cumming, the point driven home when she felt a jet of warm water flood her ass, and clean her out.

The pillory moved back to the floor, putting her on her back again. She looked up at Longbottom standing over her, not sure how to react or even what to think.

“I know you wanted to cum Bellatrix,” Neville stated. “But you need to understand, that’s only going to happen if you’re a good girl for me. Get some sleep, you have another big day tomorrow, and another chance to earn an orgasm,” he said going to the door, and turning the light off on the way out.

Bellatrix watched him go, still not believing what happened. She wanted to cum, needed to cum, more than anything else she had ever wanted before.

Sleep was a long time coming for Bellatrix as she thought about how she reacted to Longbottom’s touch, how desperate she was to cum, even now, but most of all, what he would expect from her in return.

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Bellatrix squinted as she felt the sun on her face, waking her from her nap. She could smell the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. Cracking her eyes open, she tried to sit up, forgetting where she was for a moment.

Staring up at the now familiar ceiling, she let out a groan of frustration, as it all came back to her, remembering the state Longbottom left her in the previous day.

When she arrived here, she thought she could escape in no time, especially after her first look at Longbottom. He seemed so weak, so foolish. She watched him carefully, looking for weaknesses she could exploit, ways to manipulate him, but there was nothing. He kept her locked up since the moment she arrived, not even allowing her to speak. The experience thus far had been a heavy blow to her ego.

Neville stood over Bellatrix, looking down at her with a mug of coffee in hand. He had been waiting patiently for today. He couldn’t wait to start this phase of Bellatrix’s training.

“Did you have a good sleep, Bellatrix?” He asked, checking to see if she had learned her lesson from yesterday, a smile forming on his face when she glared up at him, but didn’t say a word. “Good girl,” he praised, patting her on the head.

Neville reached down, raising the pillory, and putting Bellatrix into a kneeling position, giving her a clear view of his breakfast sitting on his desk.

Bellatrix’s mouth watered as she caught sight of the food. Her stomach growling as she thought about the last time she had a full English breakfast.

She knew exactly what he was doing, forcing her to watch as he ate his food. It was a punishment, made even worse by of all the foul tasting potions he made her drink, potions she still didn’t understand the purpose of.

She reminded herself not to fight him, to bide her time, and wait for the right moment to strike. The last thing she needed was for him to figure out her plans and put a stop to them.

When Neville finished eating, he stood up from the table and pulled out three potion vials from his jacket. He moved in front of Bellatrix, dropping down to her eye level. Without a word, he uncorked the first vial and held it to Bellatrix’s lips expectantly.

Bellatrix eyed the potion for a long moment, wondering again what its purpose was before tilting her head forward and drinking it down. She knew Longbottom wouldn’t tell her what it did, and disobeying him would only result in him putting the gag back in her mouth.

She seethed internally, the fiery, violent rage turning cold as ice as she saw the smug look on Longbottom’s face as she drank the final two potions.

Neville smiled internally. He could tell Bellatrix was furious. It was written all over her face, but the important thing was she followed his orders. “That’s the last of the potions, Bellatrix,” he informed her. “You’ll be moving on to solid food soon.”

He circled around her, taking in the alluring and lethal form of the dark witch. ‘She looks just like her picture now,’ he thought with satisfaction, activating her plug.

Bellatrix let out a startled yelp as she felt the jet of warm water fill her ass and clean her insides. This, above everything else, was the worst humiliation Longbottom heaped on her. It took everything she had to not lash out, scream and threaten him with all the things she would do to him when she escaped.

Neville went back to his desk as the plug did its work, pulling out his book, re-reading today’s chapter, committing what he needed to do to memory. It was a very important step in Bellatrix’s training, and he didn’t want to make a mistake and set back her progress.

Bellatrix watched Longbottom read his book from her position on the floor, squirming uncomfortably as the plug cleaned her out. She wondered if he expected her to spend the rest of the day like this.

She tried to make out the title of his book, hoping to find some clue of what his plans were for her, but as usual, she couldn’t make out the title.

After almost an hour, Neville put the book away. ‘I’m ready for the next step,’ he thought confidently. It would be a big step forward for both him and Bellatrix, and he was as ready as he was going to be for it.

Bellatrix watched silently as Longbottom stood up and went to his chest. She watched him rummage through it, nervously wondering what he was up to now.

Neville smiled as he found the pouch he was looking for and stood up to face Bellatrix. He pulled out a matching set of cuffs and anklets to go with her collar, making sure his pet got a good look at them first.

Bellatrix eyed him wearily as he approached, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop him. The collar was bad enough. She didn’t even want to think about what cuffs and anklets would do. With a soft click, he locked the cuffs around her wrists.

She could feel the cool metal on her wrists heat up as they activated, thrumming with magic. Then he moved behind her, doing the same for her ankles.

“Much better,” Neville said as he admired Bellatrix’s new jewelry. “You have a matching set. Don’t move until I tell you,” he ordered, his voice going serious.

Bellatrix turned her head to look at the cuff locked around her wrist. ‘It’s probably going to shock me too,’ she thought with a huff as her escape plans got that much more difficult.

Neville moved behind Bellatrix, first unstrapping her knees, then her ankles from the pillory.

Bellatrix kept her face impassive, but on the inside she was dancing with glee. Longbottom was untying her. She knew that if she was patient, he would let down his guard, and he did. ‘It’s a mistake he’s going to pay for dearly,’ she promised herself viciously.

She looked away when Longbottom knelt down in front of her, unable to keep the smirk off her face as he unlatched the pillory, finally releasing her. ‘The collar is going to shock me as soon as I make my move,’ she thought. ‘I can probably hold out for a few minutes, but I need to take him down fast and get his wand. Then I can get this damn collar off and deal with Longbottom properly.’

“Don’t move,” Neville reminded her again as he rolled the pillory to the far wall. “You’re not going to like what happens if you do.”

Bellatrix watched as Longbottom picked up the boards he strapped her knees and ankles to, then bend down as he placed them on the floor beside the pillory.

‘It’s now or never,’ she thought, springing to her feet. She clenched her jaw as her collar immediately shocked her. It was more painful than she expected, but she forced herself to put one foot in front of the other as she snuck across the room, ready to pounce on him.

As she got within a foot of Longbottom, the shock from her collar spiked, catching her by surprise, sending her tumbling to the floor with a surprised scream as she lost control of her limbs. She writhed around on the ground as the collar continued to shock her, hoping desperately for the pain to stop.

Neville waited until he heard Bellatrix hit the ground before he stood up, and looked down at her on the floor, not at all surprised at how accurately the book predicted Bellatrix’s actions.

He didn’t have any interest in these kinds of punishments, but knew it was important. Bellatrix needed to try to escape and fail before she truly accepted her place at his feet.

After a few moments, he turned off the collar, leaving Bellatrix gasping for breath. “I did warn you,” he reminded her, “and now you’ve earned yourself another spanking for misbehaving.”

Bellatrix pushed her hair out of her face with a huff as she glared up at Longbottom, but she was more angry at herself for falling for such an obvious ploy. ‘Of course he wouldn’t turn his back on me without a way to protect himself,’ she thought.

“The collar and cuffs you’re wearing are a matching set,” Neville explained patiently. “You’ve already figured some of their functions, but there’s a lot more you don’t know about. The cuffs will stop you from picking up anything with your hands, and the anklets, combined with the collar, will discourage you from standing up.”

“Every time you so much as think about attacking me I’ll know about it,” he said, showing her the iron ring on his finger. “Forget any plans you had about escaping or revenge, because that will never happen.”

Bellatrix glared at the ground in front of her, refusing to look up at the smug face of Longbottom. ‘I refuse to be beaten by this fool,’ she seethed. ‘Today was a setback, but that just means I have to get more creative.’

Neville could tell by Bellatrix’s body language she was a long way from giving up. Even now she was plotting her escape, and probably the most gruesome ways to kill him. He smiled inwardly, ‘it’ll be a good lesson for her,’ he thought, looking forward to her next attempt.

He went to the sofa and sat down, taking some time to read the newspaper, curious to see what Bellatrix would do now that she was no longer locked up.

Bellatrix watched Neville suspiciously, wondering what he was up to now. She looked around his study, wondering what was even the point of releasing her from the pillory. ‘It’s not like I can go anywhere,’ she thought angrily.

After Neville finished the article about the latest missing muggle-born, he put down the paper and looked at Bellatrix with a raised eyebrow. She hadn’t moved so much as an inch from her place on the floor.

“You know you can move around the room if you want, right?” He asked, looking at her, then noticed the angry look in her eyes, and understood what she had missed. “I said you can’t walk. I never said anything about crawling.”

Bellatrix glared up at Longbottom, her face flushing with anger as she just bit back her response before her collar shocked her again.

As a pureblood, the thought had never entered her mind. Crawling around on the floor like an animal? It was beneath her. She pounded her hand on the hardwood floor angrily before looking back up at Longbottom, only to find him reading his newspaper again, completely dismissing her. That was what she hated the most, how he so casually dismissed her, like she wasn’t even a threat to him.

It was another half hour before her anger faded and the boredom finally set in. Longbottom seemed more than happy to spend the rest of the day with his nose buried between the pages of his newspaper, or the strange book he carried with him everywhere.

She looked around the room for the fifth time before she sat up with a sigh. ‘I’ll just take a quick look around,’ she told herself. ‘I’m not going to escape by just sitting around. It’s not submitted to Longbottom, this is tactical. I can find a weapon, or some way to escape,’ she reasoned

Bellatrix crawled forward tentatively, not sure if Longbottom had lied to her. She wouldn’t put it past him to do it, just to see the look on her face when the collar shocked her again, but to her surprise nothing happened.

She looking around the study, as she searched near Longbottom’s desk and the bookshelves, looking for anything she could use to her advantage while giving Longbottom a wide berth.

Neville looked up from his newspaper, careful to hide his grin as he watched the former death eater crawl around the room. He felt his cock harden to steel at the sight of her shapely ass, swaying from side to side as she moved around the room. The book said that it would take some time for her to get used to her new world view, but he was pleasantly surprised by how quickly she was adapting.

He returned his eyes to his newspaper as she turned around, letting her believe he wasn’t paying any attention to her.

Bellatrix stretched out her stiff muscles, arching her back, as she stopped next to the bookcase, glad that she was no longer locked in the pillory, and could move around again after so many days, even under her present circumstances.

She looked at the titles of the books, having no issues reading them, unlike the mysterious book Longbottom carried with him, but none of the books seemed very interesting, many of them focusing on herbology, and other mundane subjects she had little to no interest in.

She let out a bored sigh, glancing back at Longbottom, who still had his nose buried in his newspaper. With little else to do to pass the time, she reached for a book, hoping there would at least be something interesting for her to read.

As soon as she touched the spine, she felt an odd sensation in her hand. Then it went completely limp. She looked at her hand in alarm, shaking it, but couldn’t so much as feel her fingers. She quickly pulled her arm away, relieved when the feeling returned to her fingers, and she could move them again.

‘It didn’t shock me,’ she realized a second later.

Bellatrix tilted her head forward, using her lips and teeth to pull out the book, noting with satisfaction that Longbottom hadn’t thought of everything. She glanced back in his direction, confirming he hadn’t seen what she did. She pushed the book back into place with her nose, knowing this loophole would come in handy later.

Giving up for now, she crawled to the fireplace, curling up on the plush rug as she watched the fire roaring away, enjoying the pleasant heat on her skin as it chased away the morning chill.

After spending so much time on the hardwood floor, it was a welcomed respite on her knees.

‘I may not be able to deal with Longbottom right away,’ she thought as reality set in, glancing back at him, relaxing on the sofa. ‘I’ll need to get these cuffs and collar off before I can do anything else.’

‘I’ll have to escape first, then get this collar off. After I find a wand, I can come back to deal with Longbottom. There’s still a few safe houses I have left I can go back to,’ she thought, revising her plans.

She took stock of the room, noting the door handles were well out of her reach for the moment. If she stood up, Longbottom would know, and put an end to her escape plans. She would have to wait until he trusted her enough to leave the doors open for her.

Neville felt his cock stir as he looked at Bellatrix, curled up by the fireplace, watching as the flickering light of the fire danced across her skin. His eyes drifted down, to the curve of her breasts, and the smooth skin of her back and shoulders. He couldn't believe a beauty like her could be so deadly, so vicious. Given the right opportunity, he was as good as dead.

Taming her, molding her into his submissive pet would be a challenge, but the rewards would be well worth it to have a woman like that at his beck and call.

He had watched her carefully as she searched his study, obviously searching for weapons and possible escape routes. She wouldn’t find any. Before Arcanum delivered her, he had carefully searched every room of his manor, removing anything that she could use to escape or attack him with. It wouldn’t stop her from trying, but that was half the fun of taming an unruly pet.

Neville went back to his newspaper, noting the recent battle in Diagon Alley, giving Bellatrix some more time to get used to her new world view before he moved onto her first punishment of the day.

He let out a sad sigh, reading about how Professor McGonagall died in the ensuing battle. His former head of house had been a force to be reckoned with. ‘It isn’t fair,’ he thought. ‘For the professor to die in some random death eater attack like that.’ He put down his newspaper, reminding himself to attend her funeral, and pay his respects.

Bellatrix’s ears perked up as she heard Longbottom’s newspaper land on the coffee table. She looked up at him wearily, as he stood up, remembering what he said about punishments.

“Come here, Bellatrix,” Neville said firmly.

Bellatrix knew what Longbottom wanted. He didn’t even have to say the words. She could feel a low buzzing in her collar and cuffs, warning her of what would happen if he disobeyed him.

She knew after her failed attempt to attack him earlier in the day, she couldn’t afford to disobey him now. The last thing she needed was for him to scrutinize what she was doing, anymore than he already was.

Grudgingly accepting her fate, she crawled towards him, stopping at his feet. She looked away so she wouldn’t have to look at his smug face and waited for his next order.

“Climb up on my lap Bellatrix, it’s time for your punishment,” Neville said evenly as he sat down.

Bellatrix let out an angry huff as she looked at the ground for a moment, hating herself for what she was about to do, then crawled up onto the couch, draping herself over Longbottom’s lap. ‘I can get through this,’ she thought to herself, pushing down her anger. ‘I’m not giving in to him. I’m doing what I have to do so that I can escape.’

Neville looked down at Bellatrix’s ass draped over his lap, feeling his cock harden in anticipation, imagining what it would feel like to have his cock buried in her tight ass, as he took her from behind, how she would moan, and thrust her hips back to meet his stiff cock. ‘Soon,’ he promised himself as he raised his hand, landing it on her right cheek with a sharp SMACK!

Bellatrix stiffened as she felt the first spank land, gritting her teeth as she let out a straggled yelp. She took a deep breath to calm herself, reminding herself not to react.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Neville rested his palm on Bellatrix’s ass, feeling the heat of her skin on his hand as he fondled her ass, gently stroking it as he took in the alluring sight of her rosy pink cheeks.

He slipped a finger between the crack of her ass, lightly trailing his finger down over her rosebud, around the edges of her plug, just touching the tips of her pussy lips before moving back up again.

Bellatrix stifled a moan as she felt herself getting aroused, her body betraying her yet again. She had no idea how Longbottom was doing this to her, getting her to react this way to his touch.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Bellatrix couldn’t hold back the gasp this time as Neville unexpectedly rained down another series of hard spanks on her ass, the sting of the spanking somehow adding to the pleasure coursing through her body.

Neville returned to tracing his fingertips up and down Bellatrix’s back and ass, enjoying the feel of her supple skin for a moment before returning to spanking her. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Bellatrix clamped her jaw tight to stop herself from screaming out, the pleasure and pain swirling together, making it impossible to discern one from the other.

After he finished spanking his pet, Neville dipped his hand between Bellatrix’s thighs, cupping her dripping pussy in his hand. “It seems like you enjoyed your punishment Bellatrix,” he said, leaning down to whisper in her ear as he slipped his fingers into her throbbing pussy, slowly pumping them in and out.

Bellatrix bit her lip to stop herself from moaning as Longbottom’s talented fingers found all the right spots, slowly increasing the pace of his thrusts until her breaths were coming out in short gasps as she struggled to contain herself.

‘It’s not fair,’ Bellatrix thought between breaths. ‘How is he doing this to me?’ Almost against her will, she rocked her hips back, meeting Longbottom’s thrusting fingers as he drew her closer and closer to a powerful orgasm. ‘Almost there,’ she thought, eagerly anticipating the waves of pleasure washing over her.

Neville looked down at Bellatrix’s writhing form and knew she was close. Just as she reached the edge, he pulled his fingers from her slick pussy. He leaned over her again, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered to her. “Only good girls are allowed to cum.”

Bellatrix, lost in the pleasure coursing through her body, stopped with a start as Longbottom withdrew his finger and whispered into her ear. She wanted to scream in frustration, both from the orgasm he stole from her, and how easily he had manipulated her.

She gripped the couch cushion in front of her, tightly squeezing it as she silently vented her rage, doing everything she could to not lash out and ruin her chances of escape.

Neville lowered Bellatrix back down to the floor before he stood up, walking to the chest beside his desk. He pulled out a leash, curious to see how Bellatrix would react.

He walked up to her, kneeling down beside her as he clipped the leash to her collar. “Come on, Bellatrix, let’s go for a walk,” he said, standing back up.

Bellatrix stared up at Longbottom in shock and anger. ‘He doesn’t expect to lead me around like some kind of animal, does he?’ she thought in shock, realizing this would be far more humiliating that crawling around on the floor.

Neville took a step forward, pulling on the leash, only to stop and look down with a sigh. He raised his hand, landing a sharp smack on her ass, plastering a look of disappointment on his face at the same time. “Don’t make things worse for yourself, Bellatrix. I could easily put you back in the pillory until you’re ready to behave yourself.”

Bellatrix looked up at Longbottom, her plans to escape at war with her need to lash out and destroy the man. She could tell he was serious, knowing that he wouldn’t back down in the slightest, no matter what she did. She looked down, thinking hard, before swallowing her pride and allowing him to pull her forward.

“Good girl,” Neville murmured, walking to the door of his study as Bellatrix crawled behind him, amazed at the how quickly Bellatrix’s training was progressing.

Bellatrix stared at the floor as she crawled after Longbottom, her face flushed in humiliation, thinking about what her fellow death eaters or master would think of her if they could see her now, on her hands and knees, following meekly behind this blood traitor.

She did her best to stifle the tingle of arousal as she remembered Longbottom’s softly muttered words, repeating to herself who she was, and what she would do once she gained the upper hand, and could finally put these confusing feelings behind her.

As they passed the threshold of the door, she perked up a little, realizing the opportunity that was presented to her. This was her first real chance to explore the rest of the manor. She could use it to find a weapon she could use against Longbottom. He had done a good job of locking away everything she could use in his study, but she was willing to bet he hadn’t done the same for the rest of the mansion. If she was lucky, she could find a secret passage, or even a spare wand he forgot about.

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Bellatrix crawled behind Neville as they moved through the house, her eyes darting left and right as she categorized everything, plotting her escape. ‘It’s definitely Longbottom Manor,’ she thought, taking in the portraits on the walls, the decorations, and the general atmosphere of the house. It practically screamed old money, just like her own ancestral home.

Neville looked back, seeing how distracted Bellatrix was, easily working out what she was doing. He gave a light tug to her leash. “Don’t fall behind Bellatrix,” he warned as they approached the back door.

Bellatrix glared at the back of Neville’s head. ‘He isn’t even looking at me when he orders me around,’ she thought angrily, taking another stinging blow to her ego as she thought about how far she had fallen. She was once a feared death eater, but now she was naked, crawling on the floor at the end of a leash, like some pampered pet.

As they reached their destination, Bellatrix’s anger faded. Seeing the opportunity that was presented. Her eyes widened at the implications. She was outside of Longbottom’s home, and away from all the doors handles, just outside of her reach. From here, escape was a real possibility.

The feeling of elation was short-lived as Bellatrix took in the high stone walls encircling the backyard. Even if she could stand up, the top of the wall was still well out of her reach.

‘We’re in the countryside,’ Bellatrix thought to herself as she crawled over the grass, knowing there wasn’t anyone around for miles to hear them. There was little chance of someone finding her, or convincing them to help her escape.

She looked up at the sky. It was still midmorning, but she could already feel the summer heat on her skin, and knew it would be much worse in the afternoon.

Absently, she noticed the yard was well maintained, a mature garden that was obviously well taken care of by the house-elves. In the center of the yard, there was a large rectangular pool, and off to the side, a shaded pergola.

Neville bent down, unclipping Bellatrix’s leash. “You drank your potions without making a fuss,” he said, standing back up. “This is your reward,” he said, slapping her ass, before making his way to the pergola, book in hand, without even a backward glance.

Neville smirked as he walked away. He didn’t have to look behind him to know that Bellatrix was glaring at him, her eyes promising revenge, but he pretended not to notice, reminding himself that he couldn’t rush this stage. Bellatrix still needed time to acclimate to her new life before he took things to the next stage.

Bellatrix watched Longbottom as he went to the pergola, reclining in a lounge chair as he opened his book and began to read, completely ignoring her again. It left her feeling conflicted. On one hand, she hated being ignored, so casually dismissed as a threat, but on the other hand, it also gave her an opportunity to explore without Longbottom’s watchful eye.

She stared at him for a long moment, making sure he was engrossed in his book before she began to explore. Her need to escape winning out over her anger. ‘Maybe there’s a door somewhere,’ she thought, hopefully. ‘I just need to get past the ward line, and I’ll be able to apparate away,’ she thought.

Bellatrix crawled alongside the wall, keeping her eyes peeled for a way out. She could feel the soft grass beneath her palms and knees, and the scents of the various flowers decorating the yard. It was pleasant despite her current predicament, standing out in stark contrast to what her life had been like the last few years on the run, never having time to rest or enjoy herself.

After crawling half the length of the backyard, she let out a long-suffering sigh, realizing that escape wouldn’t be as easy as she thought. Longbottom had thought of everything. The collar, along with the cuffs, making her escape plans infinitely more difficult than they should have been. ‘Even Azkaban would be easier to escape than this place,’ she groused.

In her present condition, Longbottom had a distinct advantage, so a head on fight was next to impossible. ‘I’ll need to get the cuff and the collar off first,’ she thought, reaching for the cuff on her wrist. She wasn’t surprised when her fingers went limp, the same thing happening when she reached for her collar.

‘I’ll have to escape first,’ Bellatrix realized. ‘Then I’ll get these things off and come back for Longbottom,’ she thought darkly, knowing that with the use of one of her spare wands, she could make quick work of the collar and cuffs.

‘Finally,’ Bellatrix thought, her patience rewarded as she found an old wooden gate. ‘That has to lead off the property,’ she thought, examining it carefully.

There was a large, heavy lock on the door. It was new, standing out in stark contrast with the weathered door. ‘I might be able to break it with something heavy,’ she thought before dismissing the idea, realizing that even if she could pick up something to break it with, the lock was still out of her reach.

She looked over her shoulder at Longbottom, lounging on his chair, still engrossed in his book without a care in the world. ‘It has to be enchanted. That’s why I can’t read the title,’ she thought, wondering again what was hidden in its pages that had Longbottom so interested.

Her thought drifted back to Longbottom, wondering what his game was. ‘I doubt he plans to hand me over to the Ministry,’ she thought. ‘He wouldn’t have bothered with all this if that was his plan.’

Then there was the fact he took away her clothes, and didn’t even have the decency to give her anything to cover her nakedness with, then to add insult to injury, forced her to crawl around on her hands and knees like some kind of animal.

‘It can’t just be to humiliate me, can it?’ She thought to herself, genuinely confused by Longbottom’s action as she continued to explore the yard.

She knew in her youth she had been beautiful, but those days were long gone. She had no illusions left about that. The ravages of Azkaban had robbed her of much of her beauty, and time had taken the rest.

‘Why does his touch affect me the way it does?’ She asked herself, trying to make sense of her urges. Her husband had never come close to arousing her the way Longbottom did, and that was without even trying.

Her mind drifted to earlier in the morning when Longbottom had put his finger inside her. She bit her lip, feeling the junction between her legs dampen wet at the thought of it. ‘Even when he spanks me, like some unruly child,’ she thought, her anger mixing with her desire, creating a potent and heady mix.

‘Is it just a game?’ She asked herself, ‘something to keep me off balance, or distracted? Just what does he want from me?’ She thought, her frustration growing.

As she crawled past a grove of trees, something caught her eye. She came to a stop, her eyes narrowing as she recognized a brass fitting. ‘A shed!’ She thought elated, recognizing what it was immediately.

Bellatrix eagerly made her way around to the door. ‘There has to be something inside I can use to escape,’ she thought. There was a latch on the door, but no lock. The wood looked old and weathered, even rotten in some places. She pushed against the door, hoping to force it open, but it didn’t budge. She couldn’t help the growl of frustration that escaped her lips as she banged her fist against the ground, realizing it would be impossible to force her way in.

Neville looked up from his book, not seeing Bellatrix at first. His heart raced as he reached for his wand, wondering if she had escaped somehow, only to relax when he spotted her in the distance, next to the shed.

‘It’s a good a time as any to start,’ Neville thought, as he put his book down, getting to his feet. “Bellatrix! Come here,” he shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth. He saw her hesitate, a surprised look on her face as she stared back at him.

Neville briefly activated Bellatrix’s collar, reminding her who was in charge. He smiled, catching the feint sound of her surprised yelp before she crawled back to him.

As she drew closer, Neville again admired Bellatrix’s seductive curves, how her breasts swayed as she crawled towards him, her smooth and unblemished skin, her taught stomach, and most importantly, the air of sensuality and danger that exuded from every pore of her body.

“Mipsy,” Neville said, calling for his house-elf. “A bottle of sunscreen,” he ordered, eager to see how the raven haired beauty reacted.

Just as Bellatrix arrived, Mipsy delivered the bottle before disappearing again with a soft pop.

“It’s getting a little warm out here, isn’t it Bellatrix?” Neville asked, seeing if the former death eater would take the bait. A smile worked its way onto his face as she stared up at him.

He could see the anger in her eyes, simmering just beneath the surface, but she remained silent.

“Good, you’re learning,” he complimented. “I can’t have you getting a sunburn,” he said, kneeling beside her. “Hold still,” he ordered, pouring some of the sunscreen into his open palm.

Bellatrix looked at Longbottom shrewdly, knowing this was yet another test, and if she didn’t do as she was told, another spanking would soon follow. Fighting against her natural instincts, she held still, grudgingly accepting that Longbottom would get what he wanted regardless, and fighting him now would just put him back on his guard, and make her escape all the more difficult.

Neville started with Bellatrix’s back, rubbing the sunscreen into her skin with slow, circular movements. ‘Even her back is beautiful,’ he marveled, tracing his palms across her supple skin, feeling the smooth contours of her back.

Bellatrix bit her lip sharply, just before a moan escaped her lips, cursing her traitorous body for enjoying Longbottom’s touch. She could feel him rubbing and squeezing her back as he massaged the lotion into her skin, the heat from his palms sending a shiver of desire down her spine.

She shut her eyes tightly when she felt his hands drift lower, cupping her ass as he kneaded her cheeks. She attempted to push her troublesome urges aside, trying to think of anything else other than her growing and arousal as she melted into his touch.

As Longbottom continued to explore her body, she couldn’t help the gasps that escaped her lips when she felt his hands trace up and down her inner thighs, drifting closer and closer to her slick folds.

She hoped desperately that Longbottom wouldn’t take notice. The humiliation of him discovering her arousal combined with the heady feeling of his touch was almost too much to bear.

Neville loved the sight of Bellatrix’s pert ass. it was the perfect size to hold on to as he took her from behind. For good measure, he traced the pad of his thumb along the edge of her rosebud, just on the edge of her plug, smiling when she shivered, another moan escaping her lips.

After covering the rest of Bellatrix’s thighs and legs with sunscreen, he moved to her front for the next part, locking eyes with her as he boldly cupped her breasts, kneading her soft flesh between his fingers as he worked her nipples into hardened nubs. “Open your eyes, Bellatrix,” he ordered, putting as much authority into his voice as he could muster.

“Look at me,” he added huskily, feeling the weight of her breasts in his hands.

Bellatrix cracked her eyes open, instinctively following Neville’s orders as she looked up at him, the feel of his hands on her breasts distracting her, and cutting off her normal venomous response.

She stared up into his steely eyes, feeling the power imbalance between them more than ever as he fondled her breasts, not even thinking of slapping his hands away or attacking him as he stared down at her.

“This is where you belong, Bellatrix, at my feet, as my pet,” Neville said as he stood up, moving behind her.

Bellatrix held her place, not even thinking of moving as Neville knelt down beside her, cupping her ass again. She let out another shutter as she felt him trail his fingertip along the rim of her ass, rubbing against her plug before he dipped his other hand lower, cupping her dripping pussy.

“If you’re a good girl for me,” Neville said, his voice smooth and authoritative as he slid his finger up and down her slit teasingly. “I’ll reward you.”

Bellatrix moaned, unconsciously spreading her legs wider as she pressed her needy cunt against Longbottom’s fingers.

“That’s it,” Neville coaxed. “Show me you’re ready to be my good girl,” he whispered, encouraging her to continue.

Bellatrix felt lost, in a web of lust, anger, and desire, as her primordial urges took over. She tilted her hips, pressing her needy cunt against Neville’s probing fingers as she rocked back and forth, aching to feel his fingers inside her again.

“Good girls get to cum, and bad girls get spanked,” Neville pressed on. “Show me you want to be my good girl, Bellatrix.”

Bellatrix exhaled sharply as she picked up the pace, trying desperately to angle herself so Neville’s fingers slid into her cunt, but he always kept them frustratingly out of her reach, denying her the pleasure she craved.

“Show me you’re going to be my good girl, Bellatrix,” Nevile repeated, keeping her teetering on the edge of release.

Bellatrix grunted, her nerve endings on fire as she desperately sought release. ‘Anything!’ she thought, looking over her shoulder, unable to speak, her eyes pleading. ‘Anything you want, just let me cum!’

“Soon,” Neville said, pulling his fingers back as he stood up. “When you’ve earned it,” he promised.

Bellatrix looked up at Longbottom in shock as she slowly came down from her sexual frenzy. ‘What is happening to me?’ she thought, scarcely recognizing her own actions. Longbottom’s words echoing in her mind, ‘good girls get to cum, bad girls get spanked.’

“Alright, you’re all set,” Neville said, giving Bellatrix a slap on her ass and sending her on her way, pretending nothing had happened, but secretly pleased with her progress.

Bellatrix stared at Longbottom dumbfounded, wondering what had just happened, before her face turned red with humiliation, realizing that he had got the better of her again. Sending one last glare in his direction, she turned away, trying to ignore how she just debased herself for a fleeting moment of pleasure.

Crawling away, she put as much distance as she could between herself and Longbottom as she returned to exploring the yard, redoubling her efforts to escape.

Neville watched Bellatrix crawl away, his eyes fixated on her ass, watching it sway from side to side, his cock ramrod straight. His eyes drifted lower, to her engorged pussy lips, glistening with her juices as his eyes darkened with lust.

He knew how deadly she was, how one single mistake would easily cost him his life, but the challenge of taming her, making her his, it turned him on like nothing before.

The thought of claiming each of her holes, one after the other, making her scream out in ecstasy as he took each of them was worth the risk.

Bellatrix looked over her shoulder, sending one last glare at Longbottom as she crawled away, feeling both aroused and furious, both of which she blamed him for.

After a while, her anger and humiliation slowly faded, giving way to exhaustion. She lay down in the soft grass, not used to being on her hands and knees for so long, her eyes drooping.

Bellatrix woke up, squinting her eyes against the harsh sun. She looked up, guessing she had been asleep for at least a couple of hours. She licked her lips, feeling how parched they were. She looked around, wondering what she would have to do to get something to drink.

‘Longbottom better not make me drink from the pool,’ she thought, looking at the water.

A thin sheen of sweat covered her body, making the sight of the cool water even more enticing as she crawled towards it, looking down into the crystal clear water.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the sight of Longbottom, asleep on his lounge chair. Not wanting to pass up the opportunity, she made her way towards him, silently crawling across the grass to avoid waking him.

Just a few feet from Longbottom’s lounge chair, she craned her neck, looking around to make sure his house-elf wasn’t lurking nearby. ‘Perfect,’ she thought with a smirk, confirming they were alone.

Getting closer, she looked at the gold ring on his finger, and the intricate script of runes encircling it, wondering how to get it off without him noticing.

She couldn’t use her hands. They were all but useless. ‘But not my mouth,’ she thought, getting an idea.

She got closer, her face just inches from his index finger. She licked her lips, her eyes flickering up to Longbottom’s face as she prepared herself. She would only have one chance at this, and after she got the ring off she would have to act quickly.

She leaned closer, her lips brushing against his finger just before she heard a grunt from Longbottom.

Her eyes widened in panic as she scrambled back, knowing Longbottom would easily figure out her plan if he caught her.

She stared up at him with baited breath, counting the seconds as he lay there on the lounge chair, finally breathing a sigh of relief as he rolled onto his side, continuing to sleep.

‘Now what?’ she thought, staring at the ring. Another opportunity like this wouldn’t come easily, she knew that much. Should she press forward and take the risk, or back off in the hope another opportunity to present itself.

She caught sight of the book Longbottom always carried around with him. It was just sitting there at the foot of the lounge chair. She had seen him looking at her as he glanced down at the book on more than one occasion, and knew it had something to do with his plans for her.

Switching to the easier target, Bellatrix crawled to the foot of the lounge chair, looking down at the book. She cursed mentally, still unable to read the title of the book, but she wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

She tried to open the book, but her hands predictably went limp as soon as she touched the cover. Trying again, she nudged the cover with her limp hand, hoping to flip it open, but only succeeded in sliding the book closer to Longbottom’s feet.

She looked back at Longbottom, making sure he was still asleep before leaning over the book, using her teeth to open the cover.

She felt elated as the book opened, eagerly staring down at the first page, but her look of triumph quickly vanished when she stared down at the letters. They were just as blurred as the cover.

Nevile silently rolled over as he woke up, watching intently as Bellatrix opened his book, her look of triumph withering as she stared down at the pages.

He allowed her to continue for a few moments, confident the enchantments on the pages would prevent her from reading the book before clearing his throat.

“Careful, Bellatrix,” he said, startling the former death eater. “Curiosity killed the cat.”

Bellatrix’s eyes widened as she looked up at Longbottom. She had been so engrossed in figuring out how to get past the book’s enchantments she hadn’t even heard him wake up.

Neville reached down, closing the book. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad,” he smiled. “You’re going to learn all about this book soon enough, just be patient.”

Bellatrix stared up at Longbottom, completely silent, wondering if this was some kind of trick. He hadn’t even hesitated to spank her before. Why was he being so lenient now?

“Look at you, you’re sweating,” Neville said, feeling the afternoon heat himself. “If you’re looking for a way to cool down, why don’t you go for a swim?” He suggested, nodding his head to the pool.

Bellatrix stared back and forth between Longbottom and the pool. It was tempting, but since she couldn’t stand up, getting out would be difficult.

“Don’t worry,” Neville said, seeing the concerned look on his pet’s face. “When you’re in the water, the crawling rule doesn’t apply.”

Bellatrix looked down at herself, considering Longbottom’s words. She doubted he was lying to her. He had nothing to gain from it. She could feel the sweat on her skin, along with the dirt she picked up from crawling across the grass, and it would only get warmer outside as the day went on.

Her decision made, Bellatrix crawled to the edge of the pool, dipping her toe into the water, enjoying the feel the cool, and inviting water on her skin. Looking back at Longbottom one last time to make sure he wasn’t up to something, she waded into the water, finally able to stand up for the first time since she was captured, and brought here.

Letting out a content sigh, Bellatrix dipped her head under the water, enjoying the respite from the heat.

Neville moved to a chair overlooking the pool, watching as Bellatrix emerged from the water, tossing her hair back as the water cascaded down her face and chest.

He felt his cock stiffen instantly at the sight of her. Her piercing eyes, the curve of her breasts crowned by her hardened nipples, and her taut stomach on full display.

He couldn’t wait for the moment he could take her, imagining himself in the water with her. Bellatrix, leaning over the edge of the pool, bent over at the waist with her breasts pressed against the stone tiles, her legs splayed wide as he held onto her hips, thrusting into her from behind as she moaned wantonly beneath him, begging for more.

Neville shook his head, controlling his lustful thoughts, repeating to himself that he had to stick with the plan, and follow the book’s instructions. It hadn’t steered him wrong yet, and he couldn’t afford to become careless with Bellatrix.

Bellatrix could feel Longbottom’s lustful gaze on her as she swam laps, wondering again why he was so interested in her. Regardless of his many shortcomings, he was at least wealthy, and a pureblood. He could have just about any woman he wanted. ‘Why is he so interested in me?’ she thought confused.

Neville continued to admire Bellatrix’s sensual and athletic form as she swam laps, her pert ass peeking out of the water every now and then as she glided across the water.

Any doubts about Arcanum’s suggestions, and the morality of what he was doing, were the furthest thing from his mind as he stared at her.

He couldn’t wait for the big reveal tonight when he removed the glamor charm and allowed Bellatrix to finally take in her new and youthful appearance.

After almost an hour of watching Bellatrix in the pool, Neville felt his stomach grumble, and reluctantly called her out of the water. He could see her staring back at him, challenging him. He hardened his gaze. “Now,” he ordered, leaving no room for argument.

A smirk formed on his face as she looked away for a moment, clearly thinking about defying him before wading out of the water and dropping to her hands and knees in front of him.

Bellatrix felt her stomach grumble as she smelled something, reminding her of how hungry and thirsty she was. On the table, she could see a sandwich and drink, but knew it for Longbottom, not her.

She looked around, wondering where her food was as she crawled closer. That was when she saw it, a shiny metal bowl on the floor beside Longbottom’s chair.

As she got up next to it, she realized it wasn’t even food, just some unappetizing gray pellets, and what she saw next to it had her blood boiling. It was a dildo mounted on a pole with a water bottle attached to the base.

She glared hatefully at it, knowing that Longbottom had done this to get a reaction out of her, one she was sorely tempted to give in to, feeling her face go red with anger. ‘He expects me to eat off the floor like an animal! And drink out of that… that… thing?’ she raged internally. ‘NEVER!’ she promised herself, turning away and refusing to even look at  it.

Neville laughed, not at all surprised by Bellatrix’s reaction. “That’s how you’ll be eating from now on, so you better get used to it,” he goaded, waiting for Bellatrix to blow up.

Bellatrix fixed her eyes on the ground, refusing to acknowledge Longbottom. He was looking for another excuse to spank her, to humiliate her, to remind her yet again how far she had fallen, but she knew better now. She wouldn’t allow herself to be manipulated again.

“Suit yourself,” Neville said with a shrug, as he sat down to enjoy his meal, secretly thrilled that Bellatrix had managed to control herself. He pulled out his wand, casting a quick drying charm on her before he tucked into his lunch.

Bellatrix felt her stomach growl a second time as the smell of Longbottom’s chicken sandwich wafted over to her. With each passing second, the gnawing hunger in the pit of her stomach became harder to ignore, her mouth watering at the aroma of Longbottom’s food.

She stared morosely at the unappetizing bowl of dry pellets in front of her. It had already been ten minutes, and her stomach was growling, demanding sustenance.

She looked up at Longbottom, wondered what he would do. He was supposed to be soft hearted blood traitor, too weak willed to accomplish anything of note. Would he really allow her to starve?

Bellatrix felt her resolve waver as Longbottom took another bite of his sandwich, forced to accept the reality of her situation. She would need to keep up her strength up if she expected to escape.

Gingerly, she reached down to pick up one of the unappetizing pellets, hoping it wouldn’t taste too bad, only for her fingers to go limp as she touched the bowl.

“Not like that, Bellatrix,” Neville chided after taking another bite of his sandwich, adding salt to the wound.

Bellatrix sent a withering glared at Longbottom, realizing what he expected her to do. She huffed, knowing there was no other choice.

Tilting her head down, she took a small bite. The pellets were crunchy, but didn’t taste of anything. It seemed their only purpose was to fill her belly, not sate any of her cravings.

She couldn’t help but glance back up at Longbottom’s half eaten sandwich enviously, her mouth watering and stomach grumbling.

Neville glanced down at Bellatrix as she munched away at her food. Her back arched as she bent her neck to eat, providing an alluring sight for him as he looked down at her sculpted ass, her plug nestled provocatively between her ass cheeks.

When he read about the pellets in his book, he immediately saw the utility of them. They weren’t a punishment, at least the version of them he’d made, but an integral part of Bellatrix’s training.

It reinforced the hierarchy between them of owner, and pet, allowing him dole out morsels of food from his plate as rewards for good behavior.

When Bellatrix finished the last of  pellets, Nevile picked up a morsel of chicken he had been saving for her, and tossed it to the ground in front of her, watching her carefully to see if she would pick up the hint this time.

Bellatrix looked up from her bowl as she caught sight of the piece of chicken laying on the ground in front of her. She looked back and forth between the chicken and Longbottom, remembering this was the second time he’d done something like this.

She licked her lips as she stared at it, feeling an overwhelming urge to scoop it up before Longbottom vanished it. That was the moment she realized what this was, another one of his mind games, another way for him to control her.

She felt his eyes on her as she continued to stare of the piece of chicken on the floor. She licked her lips subconsciously, desperately wanting to eat it, but unwilling to debase herself any further than she already had.

As the seconds ticked by, she heard a sigh from Longbottom, then heard the rustle of his clothes as he dug through his pockets.

What happened next, she had no explanation for. Before she even registered what happened, she had bent down, scooping up the piece of chicken between her teeth and wolfed it down, savoring the taste of her first proper food in months.

She felt her face go red as realization hit her. Gluing her eyes to the floor she refused to look up at Longbottom and the smug expression on his face as the balance of power shifted a little more into his favor.

That was when she noticed how dry her mouth was, reminding her that the closest thing she had to water over the last few days were the potions Longbottom fed her. She stared at the dildo, conveniently mounted at her eye level for a long moment, realizing that she would have to debase herself even further if she wanted to sate her thirst.

She considered defying Longbottom again, but he had already proven he had the patience to outlast her, and didn’t hesitate to punish her when she refused to do what he wanted.

Ignoring her thirst was easier said than done as she watched Longbottom take a sip of his ice tea.

Bellatrix looked up at Longbottom, his eyes meeting hers in their silent battle of wills. To her shame, she was the first to look away. He wouldn’t budge, and they both knew it.

Swallowing her pride again, Bellatrix tentatively leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the tip of the dildo as she sucked on it, frowning when only a trickle of water came out, just enough to wet her lips, but nowhere near enough to sate her thirst.

Neville his his satisfied smirk when Bellatrix wrapped her lips around the dildo. The other benefit of feeding her the pellets was that it made her thirsty, subtly encouraging her to drink from the dildo, and train her to take his cock in her mouth.

Bellatrix looked up at Longbottom in confusion, wondering what the point of all this was, if all she would get was the pitiful amount of water, what was even the point?

“You’re going to have to put a little more effort into it than that,” Neville chided, taking another large sip of his own drink.

Bellatrix stared up at Longbottom in confusion, wondering what he was talking about. ‘I’m putting the disgusting thing in my mouth,’ she thought, aggravated. ‘What more does he want?’

That’s when realization hit her. She closed her eyes, exhaling through her nose as she struggled to keep her temper in check.

Taking a breath, she took more of the dildo into her mouth as she continued to suck on it, feeling the trickle of water increase to a weak stream.

“That’s it,” Neville encouraged. “Now you’re getting it,” he said kneeling down beside her, running his fingers through her hair. “Just pretend it’s the real thing, and it will work even better.”

Bellatrix clamped her teeth down on the dildo, her eyes blazing with fury as she fought the urge to tear Longbottom limb from limb.

“You were doing good,” Neville said, pretending not to notice the murderous look in her eyes. “Keep going. I know you’re still thirsty.”

Bellatrix exhaled sharply through her nose, struggling to get her anger back under control, and not give Longbottom the satisfaction of seeing her react to his provocations.

Taking another calming breath, she resumed sucking on the dildo, taking a little more of it into her mouth, doing her best to ignore the oddly comforting sensation of Longbottom running his fingers through her hair.

“Good,” Neville praised, continuing to stroke Bellatrix’s hair as he took the dildo off its stand and held it for Bellatrix. “Bob your head up and down on it,” he encouraged.

Bellatrix flicked her eyes up to meet Longbottom’s, then down at his crotch. She could see the outline of his cock straining against his pants, making it more than clear he was enjoying this.

The flow of water was still too slow, and at this rate, her humiliation would just drag out longer. Knowing she was giving up another piece of her pride, she followed Longbottom’s instructions, bobbing her head. ‘I’m already sucking on it anyway,’ she reasoned. ‘At least this way I can get it over with,’ she thought, justifying her actions to herself.

Neville stroked Bellatrix’s hair, doing his best to hide his elation. Bellatrix’s training was going so well, better than he had ever dreamed. He couldn’t wait for the day Bellatrix would have her lips wrapped around his cock instead of the dildo.

He had to constantly remind himself to not rush things, and stick with the plan, but with Bellatrix looking the way she did, how sexy she looked crawling on the ground, his collar locked around her neck, and a plug buried in her ass, it was the hardest thing he’d ever done.

Bellatrix finally pulled her lips off the dildo, her thirst finally sated, only then realizing that the dildo was no longer on its stand, but in Longbottom’s hand, and held between his legs.

She felt her face go red at the implication. She had never even considered doing something so demeaning, not even for her own husband. It was beneath someone of her breading, her purity.

“Alright, Bellatrix,” Neville said, distracting her from her thoughts. “You can play for a little while longer before we go back inside and you have your bath,” he added, picking up his book again.

Bellatrix stared up at Longbottom, her jaw hanging open as he casually dismissed her. Of all the things he’d done to her, this was by far the worst, treating her like she wasn’t a threat to him, acting as if he didn’t fear her, and what she would do to him when she was free.

Chapter Text

“Alright Bellatrix, come here. It’s time to go inside,” Neville called from his lounge chair, looking over at his pet as she lay down on the grass, soaking up the late afternoon sun.

Bellatrix looked up, feeling the warning buzz in her collar and cuffs, a not-so-subtle reminder of what would happen if she disobeyed him. She sighed, rising to her hands and knees as she crawled back to Longbottom. The punishment that would follow just wasn’t worth the effort.

It wasn’t lost on her that she was moving further away from the house by following Longbottom’s order. It was another subtle way he asserted his dominance over her, constantly testing her, and pushing her limits.

She chafed at having to follow his orders, feeling very much like the pet Longbottom treated her as, but knew it was the only way to create the opening she needed to make her escape.

Longbottom was far too attentive. She needed him complacent, sure of himself. That was when he would let his guard down, and she could finally strike.

Neville bent down, clipping Bellatrix’s leash to her collar before he led her back inside. “You’re filthy,” he commented idly, noting the dirt clinging to her skin. It was no surprise after how she spent her day crawling around on all fours, but it gave her a certain wild allure that enhanced her beauty even more.

He felt his cock stiffen at the thought of having such a formidable witch firmly under his control. He knew she hated it. It was all part of the allure of taking her as his pet, rather than sending her to Azkaban like he originally planned.

He wouldn’t have had any interest in doing this if it was anyone else, but putting Bellatrix Lestrange in her place was gratifying on so many levels.

She had taken his parents from him, and did the same to countless others, and now he could finally return the favor, taking from her the things she craved most, her freedom, and dignity, but as time went on he found a far deeper motivation in doing so.

Taking a strong and arrogant witch, and bending her to his will, aroused him in a way he hadn’t expected. The process was slow, but it allowed him to savor each victory.

Bellatrix depended on him for everything: her food, her shelter, her safety, her pleasure, her pain. He was the center of her world, controlling every aspect of her life.

The things she did now were unthinkable when she first arrived, wearing his collar, crawling around on the floor like an animal, wearing a plug at all times, even eating from the floor.

Neville led her down the path to the back entrance to his home, deep in thought, looking forward to tonight’s activities. It was a little more subtle than what he’d done previously, testing his control over the dark witch as he took her another step closer to her next debasement.

Bellatrix looked forward, feeling pensive as she crawled behind Longbottom. The look in his eyes told her something was coming, something big, but she didn’t know what.

She didn’t like being on the proverbial back foot with Longbottom constantly, never knowing what to expect from him. She promised herself she wouldn’t earn another spanking, reminding herself that she had to make it appear as if he’d won, no matter the cost.

When they arrived at the back door, Longbottom surprised her, calling for his house-elf instead of taking her to his study as she expected. She looked up at him shrewdly, wondering what he was up to.

When Mipsy appeared, Neville casually handed Bellatrix’s leash to her. “Bring Bellatrix to my study,” he ordered. “I’ll be there shortly,” he added, walking into the foyer without a backwards glance.

Bellatrix gaped at Longbottom, then at the house-elf tugging on the end of her leash expectantly. Her eyes slowly narrowed as she glared at the elf, fuming mad. She bit her tongue sharply, just stopping herself from cursing out Longbottom and his elf on the spot, but it was closer than she would have liked.

She had been prepared for anything, or at least thought she had, but the idea of being led around like some docile pet by a house-elf of all things infuriated her to no end.

The idea was unthinkable. House-elves were a servant race, everyone knew that. They were never meant to command witches and wizards, not even blood traitors and mud bloods.

SMACK! Bellatrix felt a sharp sting on her ass. She looked over her shoulder at the house-elf in disbelief. Had it really just struck her? Then it happened again. SMACK!

This time, she saw it. The house-elf had actually dared to lay a hand on her. She glared at it, ready to pounce, prepared to tear the disgusting creature limb from limb with her bare hands, but its calm and measured voice cut through her anger like a hot knife through butter, bringing her violent thoughts to an abrupt halt.

“You are a bad girl,” Mipsy admonished, tugging on Bellatrix’s leash again, more sharply this time. “Just wait until the master hears of this,” she threatened, giving another sharper tug on her leash as she stepped forward again.

This time Bellatrix followed, too shocked to do anything else. House-elves rarely, if ever, attacked witches and wizards, and even then it was in defense of their masters, but talking back as this elf had done, it boggled the mind.

It should have been unthinkable to such a simple creature, but the worst of it was, in her anger, she had forgotten the one thing all house-elves would do without question. Inform their master of what they had seen.

It came as no surprise to her when Longbottom arrived in the study a few minutes later. The elf promptly informing him of what she’d done, leaving her plans to avoid another humiliating spanking in tatters, but what surprised her the most was her own reaction, the tingle of worry that went down her spine as she locked eyes with Longbottom.

Neville regarded Bellatrix, keeping a stony expression on his face as he took the leash from Mipsy. “I’m disappointed in you, Bellatrix,” he tsked. “You were so close to avoiding another punishment today,” he added, bending down to unclip her leash before placing it on his desk.

Bellatrix had behaved just as grandfather’s book had predicted, but he wasn’t disappointed, far from it. The look in her eyes confirmed it. She saw him as an authority figure, and she had just learned a valuable lesson. His will was absolute, even when he wasn’t there to enforce it.

“Into the tub,” Neville ordered, keeping his expression unreadable as he cocked his thumb towards it. “We’ll deal with your punishment afterwards,” he added, knowing that waiting for the axe to fall was another punishment in itself.

Bellatrix nodded, crawling forward, unwilling to test Longbottom again as she climbed into the tub. On all fours, she stared up at Neville, watching as he rolled up his sleeves, and set a chair down next to the tub before sitting down.

She yelped in surprise, hearing a sharp click as her wrists and ankles locked to the bottom of the tub, a reminder of how weary Longbottom was of her, and how she had her work cut out for her to finally kill him.

Neville tapped Bellatrix’s plug, watching as she flinched in surprise when the plug activated, but showed no other outward reactions.  ‘Good,’  he thought,  ‘glad that his pet was accepting it as a normal part of her new life.’

Bellatrix held back a sigh of contentment as Longbottom poured a bucket of warm water over her back and shoulders, luxuriated in the feeling. It wasn’t the first bath he had given her, but even now she remembered how difficult it was in Azkaban, and her time on the run, such things being well out of her reach for many years.

Her physical reactions to Longbottom still confused her. She absolutely loathed the blood traitor for what he did to her, taking away her freedom, her magic, everything that made her the most fearsome with of her age.

Then there was the way he touched her, how skilled he was with his fingers, bringing her to the brink of orgasm multiple times, only to stop the moment before her release, leaving her in a sexually charged and frenzied state long afterwards.

In her weaker moments she would have agreed to anything, done anything if he let her cum, and worst of all Longbottom knew it, holding the promise of pleasure over her head, and it came at a steep price, her willing subjugation.

Once Longbottom gained that foothold with her, he would never let go, pushing further and further, until she was nothing more than his docile little pet. She couldn’t allow it to happen, wouldn’t allow it to happen.

She had to lull him into a false sense of security to make her escape, but that meant giving into him, more than she already had, and the seductive allure of his touch.

It was a dangerous game, one she feared she might lose if she wasn’t careful.

Neville put down the bucket, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of his pet, her skin glistening with soapy water, rivets of water dripping down her sultry form.

He reached for her plug next, wiggling and turning it as he eased it out of her back passage, taking his time to remove it, and draw out the experience for his pet.

Bellatrix shut her eyes, her breath hitching in her throat as the plug moved inside her. She exhaled, relaxing her grip on the plug, trying to ignore the pleasure coursing through her body as Longbottom twisted and turned it inside her.

Nevile smirked, taking a few extra seconds to tease Bellatrix, enjoying the sound of her whimpers and stifled moans before he finally pulled the plug free.

He looked at her asshole, still gaping from after he removed her plug. She was coming along well. With a little more time, he would have her stretched out enough to increase the size of her plug.

He looked forward to the day, imagining the expression on her face when he did. The anger, the outrage, followed by the realization there was nothing she could do to stop him, and bringing her one step closer to taking his cock in her ass.

He dipped his hand into the soapy water of the tub, then pressed two of his fingers to Bellatrix’s asshole, earning a gasp from her as he did, but to her credit, she didn’t fight him, and remained still.

His fingers were a little wide than her plug, but slick with soap, making it easy for him to slide them inside the velvety tightness of her ass.

He could feel her ass quivering around the tips of his fingers as she fought against her body’s natural reactions, alternating between trying to push him out and ignore his touch as strained against her cuffs.

Bellatrix’s eyes widened as Neville pushed his fingers deep into her ass. She hadn’t expected him to go this far, and as usual Longbottom took full advantage of her moment of surprise, pushing his soap slicked fingers deep inside her before she could stop him.

It became even harder to ignore as he slowly pumped his fingers inside her, slowly stretching out her back passage. Her nerve endings came alive as he played her body like a finely tuned instrument, somehow even making something as demeaning as this shockingly pleasurable.

Before she knew it, she was pushing her hips back to meet his thrusting fingers, hating herself for giving in to him so easily, but after so many days of teasing her, keeping her on the brink of release, her resistance crumbled faster than she could have imagined.

“That’s it, Bellatrix,” Neville praised in a throaty voice. “Show me how much you want this. Show me you’re ready to be my good girl.”

Bellatrix felt a flare of indignation and anger at Nevile’s words, but couldn’t bring herself to stop. She knew he was toying with her. He had no intention of giving her the release she needed, but the thought fled to the back of her mind when he used his thumb to probe her slickened pussy lips, ratcheting up her pleasure even higher.

“Uggghhh!” she moaned out in delight, no longer able to contain herself as Longbottom eased a third finger into her ass, feeling a dull ache as he stretched her to her limits, the dual feeling of pleasure and pain driving her wild.

With a fervor she hadn’t known she possessed, she thrust her hips backwards, meeting his probing fingers. The water sloshed out of the tub as she lost all sense of control, quickly reaching the precipice of a powerful orgasm.

Nevile smirked as he withdrew his fingers from Bellatrix’s ass, proud of the progress he’d made with her. She was learning to associate his touch with her pleasure, and would eventually accept it as one and the same.

Bellatrix gasped for breath as she looked over her shoulder at Longbottom in disbelief and a growing sense of frustration. He had done it to her again, stopping the moment before she came.

She felt his warm, soapy hands return to her back and chest, rubbing in slow circles as he returned to bathing her, acting as if nothing had happened. She wanted so much to rage at him, to scream out her frustration, her anger, but knew where that would lead.

Neville dipped the bucket back into the water, pouring it over Bellatrix’s head, back, and shoulders, washing away the last remnants of soap from her body. He reached for her plug next, pressing it against Bellatrix’s asshole as he eased it back inside her, unable to keep the smile off his face when she didn’t resist, allowing him to push it back inside without a fuss.

Bellatrix watched as the water drained out of the tub, her shoulders slumped in defeat. Letting him put the plug back inside her without a fight had been humiliating, but she had no choice. She had to stick to the plan.

After Longbottom cast a drying charm on her and released her from the tub, she clambered out, wanting to forget it ever happened, but was surprised again when Neville knelt down next to her, pulling out a brush, and combing out her hair until it shone.

“I have a surprise for you,” Neville said when he finished, clipping the leash to her collar and leading her out of his study and down the hallway into the living room, stopping in front of a floor-length mirror.

“You may stand up just this once,” Neville ordered, wanting Bellatrix to get the full effect when he removed the glamor. “Look in the mirror.”

Bellatrix furrowed her brows, looking at the mirror in confusion, wondering what Longbottom was up to. She looked like she always did. Was it another one of his attempts to humiliate her? Remind her again that her youth and beauty were long gone? The joke was on him, though. It was a fact she had accepted long ago, even before Voldemort broke her out of Azkaban.

She got to her feet, happy to finally stand on her feet after spending so many days crawling around on the floor like an animal, confident that this time Longbottom wouldn’t get the reaction he wanted out of her.

“Keep looking,” Nevile said, a smirk on his face, bordering on smug as Bellatrix stared forward blankly as he dispelled the illusion, finally allowing her to see her true self.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes, but continued to look, waiting patiently for Longbottom to scowl and accept that his ploy wouldn’t work.

Her eyes narrowed as her reflection blurred for a moment, making her wonder if there was more to this than Longbottom let on. When she saw her reflection again her eyes went wide, her jaw falling open in shock as she saw herself again, but it was her reflection from more that thirty years ago.

Her hands flew to her face, expecting to find blemished and wrinkled skin, but only felt smooth, supple skin. She looked at her hands disbelievingly, thinking it was some kind of trick, but as she examined herself closer, she realized it wasn’t a trick, or an illusion. It really was her.

Longbottom had somehow returned her youth to her. It should have been impossible, but the truth was staring her in the face. No, she corrected herself; she looked even better than in her youth. She turned around, looking over her shoulder, again seeing smooth, firm skin. Even the curse scars she’d picked up over the years were gone.

“I take it you approve,” Longbottom said smugly, watching as his pet admired herself in the mirror.

Bellatrix was about to respond, but caught herself at the last moment, not falling for Longbottom’s trick this time.

“Back on your hands and knees,” Nevile ordered, not wanting to indulge her too much. “There have been quite a few advancements in potions since your time in Azkaban,” he explained as Bellatrix dropped back down to her hands and knees, looking up at him curiously. “It’s prohibitively expensive for most everyone, except, of course, the old pureblood families.”

Bellatrix got over her shock, realizing it wasn’t a temporary change, but a permanent one. She smirked inwardly. Longbottom had unknowingly given her the perfect disguise. No one would even recognize her as Bellatrix Lestrange, not when she looked like this.

All she had to do was kill Longbottom and his elf, and no one would ever know her secret. She could finally stop running, perhaps even track down the few remaining death eaters still on the run. They could start anew, but with her in charge this time.

She didn’t even protest when Longbottom tugged on her leash, leading her to the dining room, lost in thought.

Nevile could practically see the gears turning in Bellatrix’s head, already working out what she was thinking, but remained silent. He smirked, looking forward to their continued game of cat and mouse.

Bellatrix sniffed the air, her mouth-watering aroma of Longbottom’s dinner bringing her back to reality, reminding her she was getting ahead of herself. None of her plans mattered if she couldn’t escape Longbottom’s clutches first.

She looked up longingly at his dinner, seeing the plate of roast salmon with scalloped potatoes, and a garden salad on the table, then down at the bowl sitting on the floor, filled to the brim with the same unappetizing, tasteless pellets she’d eaten for lunch.

Her stomach growled, reminding her how hungry she was, and how unsatisfying the pellets were by comparison. Of all the indignities Longbottom heaped on her, this was somehow the worst. Allowing her to see and smell the meal meant for her, but never allowing her to eat it herself, further illustrating the large and growing power disparity between them.

She watched morosely as Longbottom tucked into his dinner, before dipping her head down, forcing herself to wolf down the pellets, knowing that she would need her strength when she finally made her escape.

When she finished, she returned to looking up at Longbottom enviously; the light glinting off his cutlery as he leisurely enjoyed his meal.

Her eyes darted back and forth, watching as Longbottom cut a piece of salmon before bringing it to his mouth. It happened three or four times before his fork lingered in the air, swinging back and forth like a pendulum.

She watched his fork, already anticipation what was going to happen. It slipped off his fork, appearing as if he dropped it. But she wasn’t fooled. She knew what this was. She could see Longbottom looking at her out of the corner of his eye as he cut another piece of salmon for himself.

She stared at the chunk of salmon sitting on the floor for a long moment, feeling her stomach rumble. It was so tantalizingly close. She could smell the butter and herbs it had been sautéed in, her mouth watering as she continued to stare at it.

Bellatrix knew what would happen if she ate it. It was a tactile admission she accepted her place as Longbottom’s pet, acknowledging the power he held over her. She wanted to defy him, but the aroma called to her, making it all but impossible to ignore.

A voice in the back of her mind reminded her she’d done this before. She’d eaten the scraps he dropped on the floor for her. Did it really cost her anymore of her pride or dignity to do it again now? Her stomach rumbled again. She didn’t have to look up to know that Longbottom was still watching her. She only had a few more precious seconds before he vanished it.

She heard the clink of his fork and knife landing on his plate, and in a panic leaned down, scooping up the morsel of salmon between her teeth, her eyes closing as she savored the taste. It practically melted in her mouth, made even more appetizing when she compared it to the pellets she’d just wolfed down.

Nevile hid his satisfied smile as Bellatrix ate off the floor. It was even faster than she did it at lunch. He didn’t even have to make a show of pulling out his wand this time.

His book told him this would eventually become second nature to her. With her normal diet consisting of pellets and water, she would soon become desensitized to this act of submission. But he hadn’t truly believed it until this moment.

He thought about the next chapter. When she grew to expect the tidbits of food he dropped from his plate as common place. That was when things would truly get interesting.

He felt his cock stiffen as Bellatrix moved to the dildo next, sucking on it to get a sip of water. Her back arched as she tightened her lips around it, bobbing her head as she drank.

He had slowly been increasing the sensitivity of the dildo, making it so that his pet would have to take more of it in her mouth to activate it, forcing her to treat it like the real thing just to get her fill of water.

When he finally got her to wrap her lips around his cock, it would be second nature for her to swallow his seed, even take him in her throat as she sucked him. He couldn’t wait for that day to come.

Shortly after Nevile finished his meal, Bellatrix found herself back in Longbottom’s study, a place she had grown intimately familiar with since her capture. She didn’t even bother taking the time to search the room, already knowing there was nothing here to aid in her escape.

She crawled to the thick rug in front of the fireplace, curling up on it as she felt the heat of the fire on her skin, chasing away the cool night air.

She heard Longbottom puttering around behind her, but couldn’t bring herself to care, her thoughts returning to the near miraculous changes he made to her body. She had thought it was her imagination, or simply the potions he made her ingest, but all her nagging aches and pains faded away almost overnight, and the way Longbottom looked at her, it finally made sense.

If she played her cards right, she could use his obvious attraction to her to get what she wanted. It would be slow. Longbottom was cautious, and as much as she hated to admit it, he was no fool. He knew exactly how dangerous she was and took the proper precautions against her.

Lulling him into a false sense of security wasn’t something she would accomplish in a day.

It could take months, possibly up to a year, before she found the opening she needed, and there was no telling how far Longbottom would push her before that day came, and how much she would have to sacrifice along the way.

“Bellatrix,” Nevile called, setting down a glass of scotch on the end table, along with his book. He sat down on the sofa, patting his lap expectantly as she looked up, locking eyes with him.

A silent battle of wills ensued between them. They both knew what he wanted, even though he hadn’t said the words. Nevile demanding her obedience, forcing Bellatrix to choose between defying him and derailing her escape plans, or submission, and accepting her punishment.

A long moment passed between them before their battle of wills concluded. Bellatrix lowered her head in defeat, rising to her hands and knees as she crawled back to him, then climbed up on the sofa, and draping herself over his lap.

“You haven’t been behaving,” Nevile said conversationally, rubbing his hand along Bellatrix’s ass in slow circles, enjoying the firmness of her tight ass. “Until you do, you’re going to find yourself over my knee for the foreseeable future,” he said, squeezing her ass for emphasis. “Any order Mipsy gives you is the same as an order given by me. Nod if you understand me.”

Bellatrix’s shoulders slumped as she balanced herself across Neville’s lap. The thought of a house-elf, of all things ordering her about infuriated her, and worst of all, there was nothing she could do about it. It was just another in a long line of embarrassments, Longbottom delighted in heaping on her.

She exhaled slowly, nodding her head, promising herself that after she dealt with Longbottom, the house-elf would meets its own slow, and torturous end.

“Good,” Neville replied. “Keep that in mind the next time you choose to misbehave,” he added, bringing his hand down on her pert ass. SMACK!

Bellatrix grit her teeth as Longbottom spanked her, feeling the sting in her ass as he alternating between her left and right cheek, hitting exactly the same spot each time.

Each time he spanked her, she promised herself she wouldn’t react, that she would just take it stoically, but she had yet to succeed. She felt the pain more acutely with each spank he delivered, and before long, she found herself squirming on his lap in a futile attempt to avoid his hand.

She could feel his cock stiffen, as she continued to squirm, feeling his manhood pressing firmly against her side as he continued to spank her, but her own reaction had her the most worried.

She felt aroused, her cunt slick with desire as she felt the warmth of his stiff cock pressed against her. Was it due to the perpetual state of arousal Longbottom kept her in, making it that much easier to get her worked up? Or did she enjoy what he did to her on some level? Taking her, bending her to his will, dominating her in ways she hadn’t even thought possible.

Neville looked down, continuing to spank his pet, watching her ass turn a rosy pink. He loved seeing her like this, freshly spanked and wanton.

It turned him on to no end, and the way she squirmed, shifting her hips left and right, trying to avoid the sharp crack of his hand landing firmly on her ass. It was an intoxicating, and heady feeling, one he enjoyed more and more with each passing day.

He felt a dampness on his thigh, just where Bellatrix’s cunt rested, letting him know he struck the right balance. The aim wasn’t to cause her pain for the sake of causing pain. It was for her to understand and accept the authority he held over her.

In time, after he had her properly trained, the spankings wouldn’t be needed anymore, at least for disciple. The line between pain and pleasure was close. It could easily be turned to foreplay, enhancing both their pleasure while reminding Bellatrix where she belonged, and most importantly, who she belonged to.

Bellatrix couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped her lips as her ass really began to sting. The worst part of it was, she didn’t know when it would end, further reinforcing how little control she had. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Nevile rested his hand on Bellatrix’s ass, feeling the heat from her skin, confident that she had received the message. He squeezed and fondled her ass, massaging away the pain, a smile forming on his face as she leaned into his touch.

Bellatrix let out a sigh of relief when Nevile finished, her pain fading away as he massaged her ass, but it left her with another problem.

Without the pain to distract her, her full attention refocused on her throbbing pussy, her body hopelessly aroused. She felt a deep ache within herself, an all-consuming need for release.

She let out a shuddering breath as Longbottom’s fingers brushed against her dripping cunt. It wasn’t enough to set her off. He was far too skilled to do that by accident, but she was so close she could practically feel it.

Bellatrix felt Longbottom shift on the sofa, his fingers no longer touching her cunt. She groaned in disappointment as she heard the rustle of paper. He was reading his book again, instead of paying attention to her, she thought with growing outrage.

She wanted to scream, not sure if it was born from anger or frustration, as he continued to deny her the release she needed. She huffed in frustration, shuffling off his lap, only to freeze in place as she felt his hand land on her ass, the loud crack filling the room as he spanked her again. SMACK!

It was far more painful than the other times he’d spanked her, a clear warning that Longbottom wasn’t done with her yet. She grudgingly settled herself back over his lap, relived when he rested his palm on her ass, rubbing his hands in slow circles rather than continue spanking her.

She could hear Longbottom muttering softly, and although she couldn’t make out what he said, it sounded like he was repeating himself, committing what he read to memory.

Bellatrix remained tense, expecting another spank, but Longbottom had other ideas, running his fingers through her hair, and down her back, sometimes giving her ass a playful squeeze, trailing his finger between the crack of her ass as he continued to read, even tugging on her plug every now and then.

Despite her best efforts, she melted into his touch again, stifled moans of pleasure escaping her lips as he continued to tease her.

Even though he wasn’t paying full attention to her, his talented fingers easily found just the right spots to tease and titillate her, quickly bringing her back to the edge of release.

The most galling part was how effortless it was for him, arousing her in a way her husband never quite managed, despite all the effort he put into it.

She bit her lip sharply as Neville grew more daring, his hand lingering longer than before, dipping lower, tracing along the edge of pussy lips.

Her cunt was practically weeping as she stifled another groan of pleasure as he easily worked her into a sexual frenzy.

She dug her fingers into the armrest, squeezing tightly as she held on, aching for him to put his fingers inside her again. It wasn’t fair; she decided. A man like Longbottom shouldn’t be able to arouse her the way he did. A blood traitor like him? How was it possible?!

Ugghhh! She groaned in disappointment as Nevile’s fingers left her dripping cunt, instinctively knowing just when to stop, denying her release yet again.

Bellatrix exhaled sharply as she felt Longbottom grip the base of her plug, slowing turning it clockwise as he switched to stimulating the nerve endings in her ass.

She let out another groan, half in frustration, half ecstasy as she struggled to hold on, astounded that Longbottom found a way to bring her pleasure to new heights, and all without sending her over the edge.

She couldn’t take it anymore, the pleasure was too much. Bellatrix slowly lowered her hand, hoping Longbottom wouldn’t notice, hoping he would keep his nose buried in his book. She raised her hips sightly. Sliding her fingers between her thighs, careful not to brush them against Longbottom’s leg and give herself away.

She was close, less than an inch from her slick entrance, when Longbottom’s fingers suddenly froze. She quickly pulled her hand back, but it was too late. Longbottom caught her.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Without warning, Neville landed a series of blistering spanks to her ass. She cried out, both in surprise, and pain.

He didn’t say a word, continuing to spank her until she returned her hand to the armrest, leaving her gasping for breath when he finally stopped.

Neville leaned down, his lips brushing against Bellatrix’s ear as he whispered. “Never do that again,” he warned. “You haven’t earned it.”

Bellatrix found herself nodding, feeling another tingle of desire go down her spine before she caught herself, the heady feeling of desire and submission coursing through her.

Nevile leaned back, returning to exploring Bellatrix’s body as he went back to his book. It was difficult, but he forced himself to focus, reminding himself the book hadn’t steered him wrong yet.

He fought the urge to push her to the floor and mount her from behind, slamming his throbbing cock into her quivering pussy over and over again as he took her.

Bellatrix gasped as she felt Longbottom’s fingers return to her pussy, igniting her pleasure all over again. She couldn’t stop the long, keening moan that escaped her lips as he slid a finger inside her slick cunt. She arched her back, pushing herself back against his probing finger wantonly.

The only thing she could focus on was her growing pleasure as Neville slowly, and methodically, fingered her greedy cunt, but it wasn’t enough to make her cum, it never was.

“UGGH!” she groaned, fighting the urge to slam her hips back, fucking herself on his finger until she came. She knew what would happen if she did, especially after the warning he gave her. She couldn’t risk it, couldn’t risk another punishment, another day without being allowed to cum.

She shut her eyes tightly, squeezing her fists, her toes curling as she lay there, her body shuddering with desire, aching for release that would never come. It was too much, threatening to overwhelm her.

In the state she was in, she wasn’t above begging. She whimpered and groaned as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth on Nevile’s finger, unable to stop herself.

Nevile smiled, looking down at Bellatrix, her body slick with sweat as she struggled to keep herself together. She was so close to the next step in her training, and best of all, she didn’t even realize it.

He pulled back his finger, slick with her juices, and wiped it off on her ass before giving it a light slap. “It’s time for bed, let’s go,” he said, keeping his face neutral as he watched for Bellatrix’s reaction.

Bellatrix was mid thrust when she suddenly felt the loss of Nevile’s finger. She looked over her shoulder, gaping at him in shock as he denied her again. Her eyes narrowed when she came back to herself, huffing as she climbed off Neville’s lap.

Her legs felt wobbly as she knelt there looking up at him, furious at herself for falling for Longbottom’s tricks again. She didn’t know how it happened, how it kept happening, but she was losing control of herself.

Nevile bent down, clipping the leash to Bellatrix’s collar. “Be my good girl,” he said, looking down at her, patting her head. “That’s the only way you’re going to get what you need.”

Bellatrix glued her eyes to the floor, refusing to look up at Longbottom’s smug face as he led her out of the office and up the stairs. She knew what Longbottom was doing, what he wanted in exchange for allowing her to cum. It was a steep price, but with each passing day, it seemed like less and less of a sacrifice, and more of a necessity.

She finally looked up when Nevile opened a door, and led her inside his bedroom. It was the first time she’d seen it. Longbottom had always made her sleep in his study.

She looked around, wanting to search his bedroom. Surely there would be something here to help in her escape. A key to her cuffs, and collar, maybe even a spare wand so she could finally turn the tables on him, but as her eyes settled on the small cage near the foot of his bed, she realized she wouldn’t get that opportunity tonight.

Her suspicions were confirmed when he opened the door to the cage just big enough for her to fit inside.

“Go on,” Nevile encouraged, giving Bellatrix’s ass a light swat, but when she didn’t move, he let out a disappointed sigh. “One way or another, you’re going in the cage,” he informed her patiently. “The only thing you’ll decide is if it’s with or without another spanking.”

Bellatrix looked over her shoulder at Nevile. She knew he was serious. After all this time as his prisoner, she knew he didn’t bluff. With no other choice, she turned around, backing into the cage.

It rankled, knowing that she was so powerless against Longbottom. He treated her like a glorified pet, and there was nothing she could do about it.  ‘At least not yet,’  she thought to herself, but she didn’t feel the same confidence she did before.

The cage was small, forcing her to curl up, just to fit inside it. The only thing making the experience bearable was the plush mat on the floor of the cage.

She looked up at the door. It was just a simple latch keeping her locked inside, but without the use of her hands, she had no chance of opening it.

She fumed as Nevile got ready for bed, slipping under the covers, and turning off the light. Before long, she heard his breathing even out.

She squinted, her eyes darting around the darkened room, cataloging everything she saw, but as far as she could tell, Longbottom hadn’t left out anything obvious she could use.

She huffed, rubbing her thighs together, feeling the slickness between them. She exhaled slowly, still feeling aroused after what Longbottom did to her.

‘He’s asleep,’  she thought, reaching between her thighs. She could make herself cum, and Longbottom wouldn’t be any the wiser, but just as she touched her engorged clit, she let out a pained yelp, feeling an electric shock from her collar.

Looking up quickly, she saw Longbottom stir on the bed. She held her breath, hoping that he wouldn’t wake up, counting the seconds until he finally stilled again.

She closed her eyes, breathing out a sigh of relief. It was a risk, and in retrospect, a foolish one to take. Of course, Longbottom’s ring would inform him of what she had attempted. Her only saving grace was that he was asleep, and didn’t notice.

She sighed, resting her chin on her forearm as she went to sleep, knowing she would need her rest for whatever Longbottom had planned for her tomorrow.

Chapter Text

Bellatrix woke up with a yawn. Still half asleep, she raised her arms over her head, stretching, only to bang them into the top of the cage painfully. Her eyes popped open as she stared around in shock, forgetting for a moment where she was as she winced, rubbing her fingers.

As it came back to her, she felt an icy rage overtake her as she took in her surroundings in the light of day. The cage was small, just large enough for her to fit inside, but not much else. It was cramped and uncomfortable, already putting her in a bad mood.

She looked up at Longbottom’s bed enviously, seeing how comfortable it looked, the light streaming from the window onto the bedsheets invitingly. She strained her ears, hearing water running from the bathroom, realizing where Longbottom must have gone.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed down her anger, looking around Longbottom’s bedroom, mentally cataloging what she saw, and looking for anything she could use as a weapon when the time came.

Predictably, Longbottom was smart enough not to leave anything out in plain sight, but she knew it was only a matter of time before he made a mistake. He would let down his guard eventually, and she would capitalize on it.

After another ten minutes of impatient waiting, she finally heard the door to the bathroom creak open. She looked up, watching as Longbottom stepped inside, already dressed.

He wore a crisp black suit with a white shirt, the top two buttons undone. ‘Muggle clothing,’ she thought with disdain, but couldn’t deny that he wore it well.

She looked up at him suspiciously, wondering why he was dressed so formally, wondering what he was up to this time.

Their eyes met as he knelt down in front of her, unlatched her cage. She felt a flash of annoyance as he let her out. It was such a simple thing, only taking two fingers for him to unlock and swing open the cage door.

If she could use her hands, she could have easily opened it herself, but thanks to her accursed collar and cuffs, it was all but impossible for her to do.

As Neville rose to his feet, stepping back, she crawled out of the cage stiffly, stretching her arms and legs as she worked the kinks out of them.

Neville watched Bellatrix stretch, thinking about the lingering look she gave him when he stepped out of the bathroom.

Dressing the part had an obvious effect on his pet, another subtle reminder of the power dynamics between them, and an incremental step in Bellatrix accepting her place at his feet.

“Have a good sleep?” Nevile asked casually, looking down at his naked pet. She was angry, that much was obvious, but he was curious to see if it was enough to make her slip, and attempt to speak.

Bellatrix set her jaw, a glare on her face, refusing to take the bait. She knew Longbottom was just looking for another excuse to spank her, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, not this time.

She looked up at Longbottom from the floor, truly feeling the power disparity between them in that moment.

She was naked, on her hands and knees, forced to crawl around on the floor like an animal, a collar locked around her neck, and a plug uncomfortably lodged inside her ass while Longbottom towered over her, dressed in a freshly pressed suit, exuding wealth and power.

It was a bitter pill for the former Death Eater to swallow, knowing just how much she had lost, and how far she had fallen.

As Longbottom continued to stare at her silently, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of nervousness, a feeling that had once been alien to her, but had now become commonplace.

She hated it, how Longbottom had systematically striped away every shred of power she once possessed. It wasn’t fair; she was the most magically gifted witch of her age, and by far the most deadly.

She had been Voldemort’s right hand, dealing out death and destruction on scale that left her victims screaming in terror, and yet somehow the blood traitor Longbottom took it all away from her.

If she just had her wand, he would be dead ten times over by now.

Nevile hid his amusement as he saw the gears turning in his pet’s head. She was far more predictable than she thought she was, and last night she had fallen into his trap, giving him another opportunity to show her who was truly in charge.

He moved to the bed, patting his lap expectantly as he sat down, watching her carefully for her reaction.

Bellatrix blanched, seeing Longbottom pat his lap, knowing what that meant. He was going to spank her again. She felt her face flush with embarrassment, realizing she hadn’t got away with what she attempted the previous night.

After spending the night in the cage, she knew she couldn’t risk disobeying him. Swallowing her pride, and fighting back her embarrassed, she crawled forward, draping herself over his lap.

Nevile couldn’t keep the smirk off his face as Bellatrix accepted her punishment with only a moment of hesitation. She hadn’t realized it yet, but simply punishing her wasn’t his end goal. Far from it.

All this was about changing her behavior, forcing her to accept his authority over her, that his decisions were the ones that mattered, and most importantly, her new reality, one where she no longer held any power.

He gave Bellatrix’s ass a firm squeeze, loving the feel of her pert ass in the palm of his hand, nodding to himself with satisfaction as Bellatrix didn’t so much as flinch. He tapped the base of her plug, activating it before he started her punishment.

He felt a heady mix of power and desire as Bellatrix squirmed on his lap, the former death eater still not used to to the feeling of the plug activating inside her, but accepting that she had no control over it.

It represented a major step forward for him, taking control of such an intimate part of his pet’s body. He still remembered what it felt like when he first put it inside her. How she fought him, and lost.

His cock stiffening as he thought about the look of fury, then shock and indignation on her face as he activated her plug for the first time.

He had no illusions about how dangerous Bellatrix was, even now. If he didn’t handle her just right, she would quite literally tear him to shreds, but he found himself welcoming the challenge, feeling a deep satisfaction as he bent the deadly witch to his will.

Bellatrix groaned as warm water filled her insides, stretching her for an uncomfortable few seconds before finally dispelling. She breathed out a sigh of relief, glad that at least this part of her punishment was finally over, but it still left her spanking to suffer through.

She hated it when Longbottom drew it out, making her wait for the proverbial axe to fall. He almost always caught her by surprise now, somehow knowing just when she lowered her guard, and forcing a shocked gasp from her lips.

She could feel him running his hand up and down her ass, cupping and squeezing, massaging her ass cheeks, exhaling sharply as he rubbed her inner thighs.

Despite her best efforts to ignore Longbottom’s provocations, she felt herself melting into his touch as the minutes ticked by, lowering her guard as she eventually relaxed into this touch.

SMACK! Nevile brought down his hand sharply on Bellatrix’s upturned ass, leaving a red hand print behind, and earing a surprised yelp from the former death eater as she squirmed on his lap.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He brought his hand down in rapid succession, raining down four more spanks on her ass, smirking as she continued to squirm, but made no move to escape her punishment.

He didn’t say a word as he continued spanking her, alternating between each cheek as he turned her ass a rosy pink, knowing that his silence would resonate far more than any words he could say. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He hoped this would drive the point home, and she would understand and accept that he controlled both her pleasure and her pain, and they wouldn’t have to re-visit this lesson in the future. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Bellatrix grit her teeth, feeling like her ass was on fire as Longbottom continued to spank her, but the pain was nothing compared to the humiliation she felt being in this position at all. She could only hope that it would be over soon.

Nevile looked down at Bellatrix’s ass, feeling his cock stir again. He loved the sight of Bellatrix’s ass after a fresh spanking, looking forward to the day it became a part of their regular foreplay, light and teasing, and not just a way to punish and train her.

Bellatrix couldn’t hold back her pained wince as she squirmed on Nevile’s lap. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She had lost count of how many times he’d spanked her, guessing that it was well over fifty by this point.

She berated herself again for being so foolish, and for putting herself in this position in the first place. After he spanked her last night, she had to spend the night sleeping in a cage.

What little freedom she had was gone in an instant. It was a setback to her escape plans, one she couldn’t afford to let happen again.

“Alight Bellatrix, you’re done,” Nevile said, breaking the silence as he rested his palm on her ass. “For now,” he added. “But if something like this happens again, expect a far worse punishment,” he said, depositing her back on the floor again.

Bellatrix looked up from the floor at Longbottom, feeling the urge to rub her sore ass, but the look in Longbottom’s eyes stopped her cold. He looked so powerful, staring down at her like that, his arms crossed over his chest.

She couldn’t help the spike of desire she felt in that moment, nodding her head along with Longbottom’s words. She didn’t know what it was, how Longbottom of all people could have this effect on her, but he did.

The near constant state of arousal he kept her in, how he dominated every aspect of her life. It spoke to something primal in her, something she still struggled to fully understand.

Nevile dropped to the ground beside Bellatrix, running his fingers through her silken locks. “I’m proud of you,” he said softly, earning a confused looked from Bellatrix.

Nevile chuckled at the expression on her face as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Punishing her was only half of the equation, the other half was softer, more subtle. To truly own a woman like Bellatrix, he needed to do both. She had to see him as both the source of her pain when she misbehaved, and deep, and unyielding pleasure when she obeyed him.

“You took your punishment well,” Nevile continued, running his hands down her back, massaging her ass.

Bellatrix couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped her lips as Longbottom massaged away the pain, leaning into his touch as he did.

Nevile smiled, encouraged by Bellatrix’s reaction, decided to take it a step further. He cupped her left breast in his hand, giving it a firm squeeze, before doing the same with her right, fondling her breasts, and pinching her nipples as he teased her for a few moments. “Good girl.”

Bellatrix fought the urge to slap Longbottom’s hand away, reminding herself that she needed to allow this to happen. Longbottom needed to believe he was taming her. It was the only way he would let his guard down around her, and she could hopefully avoid spending another night locked in the cage.

At least, that’s what she told herself as she grunted, her pussy moistening as she rubbed her thighs together in anticipation as Longbottom continued to tease her, twisting and pulling on her plug with one hand as he massaged her breasts with the other.

She felt her nipples turn to hardened nubs under Longbottom’s touch, her pussy growing slick as his touches grew bolder, dipping between her thighs, and tracing his thumb along her slit and the clefts of her ass.

“You want to be my good girl, don’t you, Bellatrix?” Nevile leaned in to whispering in her ear, his voice husky, and soft, loving the feel of Bellatrix’s firm, tight body pressed against him as she mewed with pleasure.

Bellatrix found herself nodding along, only half listening as her desires took over, her body surrendering to Longbottom’s touch, shuddering with desire as he teased her throbbing cunt.

“That’s good,” Nevile replied, easing his middle finger into her dripping cunt and holding it there, smirking as she rocked her hips back and forth on his finger. “Remember, good girls get to cum,” he reminded her.

“You took your punishment without complaint,” Nevile continued, slowly pulling his finger from Bellatrix’s dripping cunt, smirking when she groaned in disappointment, looking up at him pleadingly, but remaining silent.

‘Good,’ he thought. She was ready for the next step in her training. He moved in front of her, gripping her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

“I won’t hold what you did last night against you today,” Nevile said, projecting a sense of authority as he held her gaze. “You can still be my good girl, so don’t disappoint me.”

Nevile rose to his feet, going to his nightstand. He picked up Bellatrix’s leash, giving her a few moments to compose herself as he smiled to himself. The stage was set for Bellatrix to learn her most important lesson yet. He could hardly wait.

He reached down, clipping the leash to her collar before giving it a quick tug, leading his pet out of his bedroom.

Bellatrix struggled to keep up with Nevile’s pace as he easily walked through the hallways, fuming silently as Longbottom hadn’t given her so much as a backwards glance as he led her through his house, treating her like his docile little pet.

Her emotions swung like a pendulum between murderous anger and all-consuming lust as she followed after him, not sure which desire would win out.

Nevile stole glances at Bellatrix as he led her through his home, watching as her hips swayed from side to side as she crawled behind him, her nipples still hard from when he fondled her breasts earlier.

Sometimes he couldn’t believe his luck, having the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange, the most deadly witch in the world as his pet. The furious and lust filled look in her eyes turning him on even more as she crawled behind him.

He imagined her having that look in her eye as she sucked his cock, her ass cheeks a rosy pink after a fresh spanking, how she would wimpier and moan as he fucked her, too overcome by her desires to hold on to her anger as he took her.

He had to shake himself, reminding himself to stick to the plan, that Bellatrix Lestrange wouldn’t be conquered in a single day. He needed to savor each victory, each step he led heron the road to her submission.

When they arrived in the kitchen, Bellatrix looked down at the floor, seeing her bowl of tasteless pellets waiting for her, along with the dildo she used to drink from.

She could smell Longbottom’s breakfast on the table, bacon and eggs, with a side of baked beans, and just like every other day, it smelled incredible, her mouth watering and her stomach grumbling at the aroma.

She leaned down unhappily, wolfing down her pellets, partly to get the humiliation ritual over with as quickly as possible, but also hoping that if she finished quickly enough, Longbottom would share some of his breakfast with her.

When she finally finished, she leaned forward, taking the dildo into her mouth as she bobbed her head, sucking on it steadily to get a sip of water, and wash the taste of pellets out of her mouth.

She felt the dildo bump against the back of her throat, and fought back the urge to cough, taking another sip of water from it as she continued to suck on it.

Nevile watched Bellatrix over his newspaper as she drank from the dildo, noting that it was almost second nature to her now to drink from it. He doubted she had even noticed, but he had been slowly increasing the sensitivity of the dildo, making it more lifelike, as he prepared her for the real thing.

When Bellatrix drank her fill, she sat back, watching Neville leisurely eat his breakfast, licking her lips with anticipation, hoping for a piece of bacon.

Her eyes widened as something caught her eye. The picture on the newspaper Longbottom was reading. It was her husband, Rodolphus, and his brother Rabastan, or what as the left of them.

She strained her eyes, reading the newspaper. It was difficult from so far away, but she could make out a few lines. Their bodies had been found recently, although they died some time ago. The article assumed they killed each other during an argument, but she knew better.

She remembered the fire fight they go into when they went back to Lestrange manor. They had only been there to retrieve a few pouches of galleons, but stumbled upon a trio of thieves instead. Rodolphus and Rabastan had gone down in the fighting while she escaped by the skin of her teeth.

She had long suspected they were both dead, but didn’t have any proof until now. As she read the article, what surprised her the most wasn’t their deaths, but how little she cared about their passing.

Rodolphus had always been a means to an end for her. Marrying him had been what was expected of her as a pureblood, but she had never felt any love for the man, nor did he particularly excite her at any pointin their marriage.

She skimmed the rest of the article, seeing her name mentioned a few times. There was even a small picture of her near the bottom of the article, but it was how she used to look, old, and frail.

There was also statement from an Auror, stating that she was still at large, and dangerous, and how they had refocused their search back to Britain after finding the Lestrange brothers remains in their ancestral home.

Bellatrix couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of those bumbling fools ever finding her. When she was on the run, they had never even come close, and now, she could walk right past them, and they would never know it.

She could reclaim her life, live in luxury, the way a pureblood was meant to, and not the squalid existence her life had turned into over the past year, always on the run, always looking over her shoulder.

Nevile looked up from his newspaper as he heard a soft pop, Mipsy appearing in front of him. “What is it, Mipsy?” he asked, putting down his newspaper.

“Your packages have arrived, Master,” Mipsy replied happily. “They are at the front door.”

Nevile stood up from the table excitedly, his breakfast forgotten. “Finally,” he said with a smile. “I thought they would never arrive.”

Bellatrix looked up at Longbottom, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. She didn’t like the sound of that one bit, but could do nothing as Nevile tied off the end of her leash to the table leg before rushing out of the kitchen, the house-elf popping away shortly afterwards.

Bellatrix looked around the kitchen, realizing that for the first time since arriving in Longbottom Manor, she was left to her own devices. She smirked. Longbottom had finally let his guard down, just as she had hoped he would, and she could finally escape her prison.

She looked at her leash, tied loosely to the leg of the heavy oak table. A plan formed in her mind, remembering how she had used her teeth to take a book off the shelf in Longbottom’s study a few days ago.

She sunk her teeth into the knot, tugging on it until it finally gave way. ‘I’m free!’ she thought, elated, looking around the kitchen. There had to be a knife in one of the kitchen drawers. All she had to do was find it, and Longbottom wouldn’t know what hit him.

She crawled past the table, only to pause when she heard a bang coming from the foyer. She looked back and forth between the drawers and the corridor leading to the foyer and the front door.

She didn’t know how much time she had left before Longbottom returned. Escaping needed to be her priority. She could always return for her revenge after getting rid of her collar and cuffs, and getting her hands on a replacement wand.

She still had a few safe houses she had left that no one knew about, along with a collection of spare wands she’d stolen over the last few months.

Her decision made, she leaned down, using her teeth to grab the end of her leash. The last thing she needed was for it to get snagged on something, and either trap her or knock something over and tip off Longbottom on what she was up to.

She already had a good idea of the layout for the manor and knew that even with Longbottom in the foyer, the front door was still her best chance of escape. Once she got out the front door and cleared the ward line, she would be home free.

She silently crawled through the house, listening carefully for Longbottom as she made her way to the foyer, imagining the slow and painful revenge she would exact on him for every humiliation he had put her through.

When she finished with him, there wouldn’t even be anything left to bury.

She poked her head around the corner, keeping her head low, freezing when she heard something heavy land on the floor. She crawled forward cautiously, peeking around the next corner and into the foyer.

She ducked back quickly, spotting Longbottom before cautiously sticking out her head again, breathing a sigh of relief when he turned around, rummaging through the crate again. He hadn’t spotted her, and best of all, the front door was wide open.

She knew it was a huge risk, but she couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. It may never come up again. She crawled forward, staying low to the ground, holding her breath as she crawled towards him and the open door.

She was only a couple of feet away from him when disaster struck. Her eyes widened as the floorboard beneath her knee creaked loudly. She froze, looking up at Longbottom, her eyes wide as the seconds ticked by, feeling more and more anxious, wondering if she should press forward, or give up and return to the kitchen, acting like nothing had happened.

After the longest ten seconds of her life, Longbottom still hadn’t turned around. She crawled forward again, far more cautiously this time as she went through the front door.

She was so focused on her escape she didn’t see the knowing smile on Neville’s face as he watched her out of the corner of his eye.

When her hands and knees touched the grass, Bellatrix finally let out the breath she had been holding, looking over her shoulder nervously at Longbottom manor, half expecting Longbottom to appear any second, and chase her down.

She felt her heart pounding in her chest as she crawled across the lawn. Freedom was just within her grasp, she could practically feel it. She wouldn’t let this opportunity slip through her fingers, not now when she was so close.

She kept looking over her shoulder, hoping that she would cross the ward line soon, and could apparate away, silently cursing Longbottom for having such a large ward line.

She already had her safe house pictured in her mind. It would take some effort to get the collar and cuffs off, but she was confident she could do it, then she would come back and get her revenge for all the humiliations Longbottom put her through.

She was so caught up in her thoughts of revenge she missed the warning buzz from her collar, but she didn’t miss it when the collar went to the second level, sending a painful shock through her body. She yelped, nearly falling over before she caught herself.

It was painful, but bearable. She grit her teeth, and with a concentrated effort, pushed herself forward as her collar went to the next level, sending a continuous shock through her body, the pain increasing the further she got from the house.

‘I have to be close now,’ Bellatrix thought desperately, looking over her shoulder. It came as a small relief when she didn’t see Longbottom at the door, but she knew it was only a matter of time before he realized she was out here.

She felt her body shake as the shocks grew more painful, but pushed forward stubbornly, hoping that when she cleared the ward line, the collar would deactivate.

“Bellatrix,” Nevile said in a casual tone as he walked out of the house. “What are you doing out here by yourself?”

Bellatrix’s eyes widened, looking over her shoulder in a panic as Nevile casually strolled towards her. He didn’t have his wand drawn, but there was something about his casual tone that put her on edge, as if he knew something she didn’t, something important.

In a panic, she rose to her feet, screaming out in pain as the intensity of the shocks increased even more. Her muscles spasmed, making her stumble, but she refused to give up, refused to be caught again.

She honed her senses, concentrating on the wards. She was only a few feet away from the edge of the ward line, and freedom. ‘Just a little more,’ she thought to herself. Her steps slowing as she focused on putting one foot in front of the other and staying upright.

Looking over her shoulder again, she saw the expression on Longbottom’s face. To her surprise, he wasn’t angry, looking mildly disappointed more than anything else, and he was still just casually strolling towards her, like he wasn’t even trying to catch her.

Finally, when she couldn’t take the pain anymore, she dropped back down to her hands and knees, feeling the pain immediately lessen. She looked back over her shoulder. Longbottom was closer now, less than six feet away, but she was nearly at the edge of the ward line too. She couldn’t let him catch her, not when she was so close.

She got back onto her feet, fighting through the pain as she threw herself forward to clear the last few inches of the