The Burning Pen
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Award Designed by Kai

  Pairings: Lord Voldemort/Bellatrix Lestrange/ Dolores Umbridge
****Extra "squick" credit for working in Filch****

Judge's Note:  There were only a few entries, and I will be posting the other submissions later, but this was the one that curled my and Kai's toes...and not in a good way. lolol.  Laura is definitely the current Squick Queen.  If you have a weak constitution, skip it. Really.  ~ Ms_Figg

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are the author's. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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RISE OF THE SERPENT, by Laura K.  ©

Voldemort was in the middle of tediously fucking Bellatrix LeStrange when one of his Deatheater spies, Argus Filch, came running in out of breath.

"My Lord! I've found her!" he gasped, clearly about to fall over from his exertions.

Voldemort stopped thrusting into Bella, who whined.

"This had better be good, Filch. Can you not see that I am otherwise engaged at the moment?" He hissed at the squib, while inside he was glad for the distraction.

He had been using Bella for well over a year now and he was more than bored with her talents. He was ready for something new, something unusual and exciting. He sighed inwardly. When one was the Dark Lord and able to have anyone he desired DO anything he desired...well, it got boring pretty quickly.

"Yes, My Lord! Sorry My Lord! I...I thought you'd want to know straightaway that I've finally found her!" Argus was fit to burst with his news, his eyes bulged and sweat ran down his filthy brow.

Voldemort pulled out of Bellatrix. "Get out Bella. Find your pleasure with your brethren if you so desire. I am done with you tonight."

Bella's face remained impassive while inwardly she was seething with rage. 

"After all the bloody fucking awful things I've had to do with him, to him...he just dismisses me so?"

She rose from her position, which had been to be bent over and stretched out on a large, cold stone and bowed to her Lord.

"Thank you, My Lord. You are most generous." She bowed, then turned and stalked out, grumbling.

"All right then, Filch. Just what- or who- are you going on about?" Voldemort lowered his robes, his snake-like cock shrinking in both girth and length. He liked to remain naked and ready at all times. It mattered not to him that he hadn't yet come with Bella, it would make it all the more pleasurable the next time.

Filch waited until his Lord was once again seated upon his throne of green and silver velvet before prostrating himself before him.

"I have been searching ever since she disappeared, Lord. I knew it had to have been those Gods-damned Gryffindors who had gotten rid of her, but I had no way of knowing how close...if only I'd known I could have gotten to her sooner...I will see that they suffer for what has happened to her, oh yes, oh yes...."

He was looking decidedly glassy-eyed and deranged as he momentarily forgot where he was and to whom he was speaking. This was quickly remedied.

"Filch! Look at me!" Voldemort hissed.

As soon as their eyes met, Voldemort said "Legilimens," and Filch fell back on his arse as his mind was raped.

Voldemort sped through this dank and musty mind, bypassing childhood tortures and altercations with both Professors and students at Hogwarts until he saw something of interest. Argus Filch pleasuring a very naked and disgusting Dolores Umbridge. She writhed beneath him as he ate out her pussy, which Voldemort was surprised to discover looked quite enticing close up. You could almost forget what else was attached to it. Almost.

He felt Filch tighten up and he stopped licking and sucking at Dolores' pussy long enough to scream "Oh Mrs. Norris! That's it baby, lick my cock! Show me what that tongue can do! Oh yeaaaahhhhh!"

Oh God. Filch being orally pleasured by his cat. This was almost too much, even for Voldemort. He liked to cause pain but he wasn't into bestiality. Although he supposed that fucking Umbridge might be classified as such. She was such a hideous looking toad-like witch.

He moved from this memory to another one, a more recent one. He was in a forest, creeping low to the ground, when suddenly he came to a clearing. He saw a group of Centaurs clustered around something and they all seemed to be making noises of excitement, pawing at the ground, neighing and snorting.

He stayed near the fringe of the clearing and moved around for a better look when he felt Filch's breath catch. There, on the ground, lay Dolores Umbridge, trying to crawl away from one of the largest Centaurs he'd ever seen. And it wasn't just his body that was large- this one was aroused and had the biggest cock he'd ever seen. It was glistening with her juices and blood and seemed quite amused at her attempts to escape.

"Come now, human. You must know by now it is fruitless. Submit. It will be easier on you," the Centaur said.

She turned to face him and in a high, reedy voice she shrieked "Never! I'll die before submitting to you vile, nasty half-breed!"

He gave what looked like both a snarl and a grin and he was upon her. He held he by her waist- which Voldemort saw looked to be a bit smaller for having been their captive for so long- and lifted her ass up to him. He gave a groan and with a look of triumph, he shoved that huge cock into her. She shrieked again, only this time it was even higher-pitched and fueled by extreme pain. It made Voldemort's cock harden instantly.

He pulled out of the squib's mind. "When did you witness this, Filch? Where?" Voldemort leaned forward in anticipation.

"Just this morning, My Lord. It appears that she has been...kept...by the Centaurs the entire time she's been missing. I can't imagine how awful it's been for her. We have to get her out of there.... if it pleases My Lord.... she is the only woman who ever accepted me, Lord..." he simpered and lowered his head.

Voldemort appeared deep in thought. He was actually angry, and getting more so by the second. Dolores Umbridge had taken it upon herself to set Dementors on Harry Potter. Trying to impress the Dark Lord was one thing but to do something so foolhardy as this without Voldemort's express wishes...well, she would definitely pay. He'd thought her to be dead and since she hadn't yet taken the Mark, he was unable to locate her after her disappearance.

"Very nicely done, Argus," Filch looked surprised to hear the Dark Lord call him by name- he'd only ever used his surname or a simple 'squib.'

"I want to you to meet Severus tonight at the main gates and take him to where they hold Dolores. You both will retrieve her and bring her to me," Voldemort stated calmly. "You will be rewarded for your service."

Filch moved forward to kiss his Master's ring, all the while bowing and scraping. "Yes M'Lord, Thank you M'Lord, You are too kind M'Lord..."

"Yes yes, now go!" Voldemort yelled. He summoned Severus as soon as Filch was gone and filled him in.

Severus kept his face neutral as he absorbed this news. He actually despised the fat, toad-like woman and had hoped that she was indeed dead. Now he was in all likelihood going to have to watch her die. He sighed inwardly. It couldn't be much worse than what he'd already witnessed in his dark life. He had no intention of telling Dumbledore about this turn of events. He hoped her life would be ended quickly and he could apparate back to his dungeons for a quiet evening of firewhiskey and oblivion.

"Go Severus. Take her from the Centaurs and bring her here to me, along with the squib. Do not fail me," he warned.

"Never, My Lord," answered Severus, and he bowed and exited, apparating back to Hogwarts.

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That night, Severus found Argus Filch already waiting for him at the main gates, wringing his hands and pacing back and forth.

"Come on then, take me to where they have her," said Severus. He just wanted this to be over and done with.

"Oh, if only I'd known, Professor Snape, I would have saved her myself sooner! I'm sure I could have..." he droned.

"Shut it, Filch. You're a squib. The Centaurs would have killed you or kept you to bugger as well," he snarled, hoping to get Filch to cease speaking to him.

Filch paled as he considered this. He loved Mrs. Norris' attentions but he wasn't too keen on the idea of anything sexual involving a Centaur.

They continued in silence for over 30 minutes, going deep into the Forbidden Forest. Finally, they reached the clearing where Filch had seen them earlier. No one was there.

Snape spun on him and looked extremely angry.

"Oh, please, Professor Snape! They can't be too far from here!" He hadn't imagined that they wouldn't find her. What the hell might Snape do to him?

For that matter- what would Voldemort do? Filch began thinking of ways to escape his sure punishment, and possible death, when they heard hooves.

Snape quickly cast a disillusionment spell around them both and they watched as 3 Centaurs emerged from the forest into the clearing. Draped across the back of one lay an unconscious and naked Dolores Umbridge.

The Centaur who carried her knelt down gracelessly and tilted his back until she tumbled off onto the ground.

"He thinks he can have her all to himself, does he? Well, I'd say it's our turn now and what he doesn't know will do us no harm, eh?" the Centaur laughed. The other two joined him in laughter, which quickly died in their throats as the woman disappeared before their eyes.

They stared in horror, the other two backing away from the ringleader. "Where are you going? Help me to find her! If he discovers it was me..." he trailed off, obviously terrified of his punishment for losing their leader's plaything. They galloped off, leaving him to contemplate his fate.

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Severus apparated the three of them to Voldemort's throne room, which was quite draining. Thankfully, Filch had grabbed hold of Umbridge and Severus only had to hold on to Filch, which was distasteful enough. Severus noted that there were very few Deatheaters in attendance, only about 20 and that Lucius and Bellatrix were among them. Perhaps he and Lucius could get a drink after...after whatever distasteful activities planned for this evening was over.

"My Lord. I do not know how well she is. She was unconscious and about to be...taken by more Centaurs when we rescued her," said Severus, striving to keep his tone even and dispassionate.

Voldemort was busily looking her over and said, "Not to worry. We shall find out how well she is soon enough," he said, a strange hunger evident in his slitted eyes.

He turned to Filch. "My servant, I told you you were to be rewarded, did I not?"

"Yes, My Lord," Filch replied, bowing low.

"Bella! To me!" Voldemort cried.

Bellatrix looked up, clearly not expecting to be involved in this whole Umbridge fiasco. What could the Dark Lord possibly want with that cow when he had her? She was vexed, she both loved and hated Voldemort and was insanely jealous whenever he fucked another woman, no matter her looks or status.

She reached his throne and bowed before him. "Yes My Lord. I am here to serve you," she whispered.

"Ah, Bella, tonight you will serve me by serving another. Tonight, you accompany Argus Filch back to your quarters and pleasure him in any and every way he wishes," Voldemort said, smiling evilly.

Her jaw dropped open.

"Yes, that may indeed be one thing he requires of you." Voldemort grinned. "Remember this, Bella: I intend to use legilimency of Filch later to determine whether you have followed my instructions."

Bellatrix had no reply. She was in shock. She had to fuck....him? Oh Gods, oh Gods....I am so glad I haven't had much to eat. I have to do a good job of it else HE will kill me. Why- why did I ever take that damn mark??

She walked silently to Filch and extended her arm. Filch looked like he'd won the muggle lottery, he was grinning from ear to ear. Thoughts of Dolores left his mind as images of him fucking Bellatrix LeStrange filled his head. Wolf whistles went up from the male Deatheaters in attendance, who were also disappointed that they wouldn't get to witness Bella fucking the squib. Oh well, Voldemort must have something better planned for them to watch tonight.

Bellatrix and Filch both stood before Voldemort and bowed, "Thank you My Lord," they both intoned, one being far, far more thankful than the other.

Voldemort waited until they were gone before he turned to his Deatheaters. "My loyal followers, tonight I have a most enjoyable task for you all to witness."

He looked down at the body of Dolores Umbridge and gave her a kick to her midsection. A low groan was heard, but she still didn't stir.

"This would-be deatheater thought she could out think me when it came to how to attack Harry Potter. She took it upon herself" *kick* "to do the job"*kick* "that is mine alone." *kick*

He was starting to get into it, now, Snape saw. Voldemort's eyes were taking on a deeper red and seemed to glow.

He pointed his wand at her. "Ennervate!"

She moaned loudly and tried to roll over. She opened her eyes and saw scaly white toes with pointed nails peeking out from the hem of a green robe. Oh Gods, she thought. Could it be?

"My Lord, Voldemort? Is it truly you?" Her voice croaked out brokenly.

She saw the feet move away. Voldemort had walked to his throne and sat down.

"Come here, Umbridge, you great toad. Hop, little toady- hop!" He said this viciously, in a way that told her he was certainly not happy with her.

She struggled up to her hands and knees and had a quick look around. She could make out a small crowd of faces, eagerly watching to see what would happen next.

She realized she was naked but didn't care. After what had been done to her by those beastly half-breed Centaurs, she doubted the Dark Lord's punishment could be worse that the things she'd already endured.

She would soon find out she was wrong.

She began half-hopping, half-crawling to Voldemort, all the while begging forgiveness for whatever she had done wrong. "It was all for you, My Lord. I wanted to hurt Potter for you, Lord; get rid of Dumbledore and his ilk: force that school to rethink allowing filthy mudbloods in."

"Silence!" Voldemort didn't allow her to make it to the throne, he was enraged at what she was saying.

"So, you decided to put your little plan into action all on your own?" he seethed. "Did you not once think of how presumptuous this was? Of how very, very angry it might make ME- your LORD?"

Severus and Lucius could see the bulge under Voldemort's robes. He was just warming up, now. Umbridge was in for a world of hurt.

Dolores wasn't sure how to respond. She had thought that to do what she had done would win her favor and a dark mark. "I am sorry, My Lord, please, I will do whatever you wish of me to atone for my mistakes..." she begged.

"Oh yes, yes you certainly will. You will also do things you do not wish, Umbridge," he hissed. "Now get over here and remove my robe."

She began to stand but he held a scaly hand up. "On your knees, toad."

So she began knee-walking to him, her large breasts jiggling back and forth. The Deatheaters could see bruises on her back that looked very much like hoof-marks.

One particularly brave man cried out "The only good thing about you, Umbridge, is you make everyone else look sexy!"

Voldemort glanced the man's way and whispered "Crucio," and the man fell to the ground, writhing and jerking in pain. When Umbridge had reached Voldemort and began unfastening his robes, he released the man. "I want no more interruptions," and he turned his attention back to Umbridge just as she let his robes fall to the ground.

His cock was erect and huge, just as big as the largest Centaur's had been. She whimpered. "Oh, don't be disappointed, Dolores dear. It gets bigger. Now suck it," he ordered.

She grasped it at the base and began licking it from base to tip, needing to stand and bend over to make contact with all of it. She could barely get her fingertips to touch around its girth- how was she supposed to suck it? She placed her lips at the tip and tried her best, only taking in the tip of his weeping head. So she tried sucking on the sides of his cock and then down to his balls. She heard him take in a hissing breath when she drew them both into her mouth and lightly sucked on them, rolling her tongue around them. She looked up at him and tried to smile but it was hard to see anything above his monstrous member. Suddenly, his cock began to lower itself and bend towards her face. Her eyes grew wide and she screamed, unceremoniously popping his balls out of her mouth, as his cock seemed to hiss at her, a forked tongue sliding out from the tip. She could discern small fangs within that opening as well, and this caused her to fall in a dead faint, hearing him chuckling as she did so.

When she awoke, she found herself bent over something cold and hard while being buggered by something else cold and hard. Whew, she thought. Thank Gods that was just a dream. Never thought I'd be grateful for getting fucked by a Centaur.

Then she heard his voice in her mind, "Are you so sure, Dolores? Turn around, My Dear."

She complied, slowly, and was horrified to find that it was indeed Voldemort pumping in and out of her arse.

"Nooooooo!' she screamed, trying to get away but to no avail.

"I don't know what it is about you that is so compelling," he whispered, still in her mind, "but I will have all of you."

She could feel him going deeper, deeper than anyone- or anything- had even been inside of her before. She was sure she was bleeding.

"Please stop! Please....you're killing me!" she screamed, not knowing yet that the more pain she felt, the more pleasure it gave him.

"Ah, not yet, but I'm sure I'll get there..." he whispered out loud this time, a child-like smile on his face.

Severus was disgusted. This was going into a pensieve which would then be destroyed. Most of the other Deatheaters were rapt. Lucius seemed bored.

Just when she thought she could take no more, he pulled out of her. She rolled off of the stone and fell onto her back, looking up at the sight of him staring down hungrily at her, his cock covered with her blood. As she watched, it writhed on its own, seemingly taking in its surroundings. Then it saw her and pointed down and began growing longer, slithering towards her.

She began backing away, whimpering, part of her mind beginning to go to a happy place where nothing as twisted as cock-snakes existed...

"Now, now, Doloresssss, I haven't finished with you yet. Come back here right now!" He said this in a teasing voice.

He grasped his cock and began stroking it. Gods, it hadn't been this big in....well, he didn't know when! He just knew that this was shaping up to be a helluva fuck.

He still had his wand in his other hand and he pointed it at the rock and transfigured it into a plush chaise lounge. He sat down upon it and reclined, getting comfortable.

"Dolores, come here and sit on my cock. Come to me now, or I will cast Imperio. Your choice," he said coolly. To help her along, he willed his cock to shrink back a bit. There.

That should be less intimidating.

She was looking at him with the wide, frightened eyes of prey that knew it was about to be eaten by its predator. She noticed how he'd shrunk his cock for her and felt a twinge of hope. She got up and walked slowly to him.

"Straddle me, witch, and fuck me. Make it good," he breathed.

Ok, she could do this. She would be so good that he'd let her live...let her leave! Yes! She would get out of this alive! She slowly sank down on his cock. "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, feeling a moment of pleasure as she began to slide up and down. He leaned his head back and had to will his cock not to grow. He could feel it twitch in impatience.

"Touch yourself, play with your tits," he ordered.

She brought her hands up to her large breasts and pinched her nipples, causing a shiver to course through her that went right down to her clit. She moaned and kept rubbing and pinching herself which caused her to clamp her inner walls around his cock. He hissed and she felt his cock grow larger but it felt good! She'd never gotten pleasure from intercourse before, only oral sex, so this was a revelation to her. Gods! She was being pleasured by the Dark Lord!

He slipped his hand down to her pussy and felt her hard clit. He rubbed it back and forth, slowly at first and then faster, for the moment enjoying the pleasure he was giving her, secretly looking forward to what was to come.

"Oh Gods, My Lord! Yes! Fuck...I'm going to....don't stop.....please!! Lord!!" she panted.

He could feel her walls begin to quiver and then clamp down tightly on his cock as she came, screaming out with her eyes closed tightly.

That is when he unleashed his cock. As it suddenly grew in both length and girth, it burst up through her womb and into her abdominal cavity. Her hot blood bathed his cock and he closed his eyes in bliss, while hers flew open in shock, not yet knowing just what was wrong, for her inner muscles were still convulsing from her orgasm.

His cock slithered around her organs until it found its way to her heart, which was beating madly. It wrapped itself around the organ and Voldemort thought he'd died and gone to Heaven. This was unlike anything he'd ever experienced! An internal vibrator! He continued thrusting even as his cock moved up her chest. It found no exit, so it unsheathed its fangs and bit deeply into her esophagus and tore a hole it could pass through. His cock thrust into this tight opening and into her throat.

"Oh Godsdamn..fuck! Yes!" Voldemort thought he might die from the pleasure of her throat working to breathe! The friction- the extreme tightness- the length he had grown to was better than any arse or pussy he'd ever had! Right then, she began convulsing, her death throes causing her pussy to grip him tightly at his base and her throat to work a kind of swallowing/tightening on his cock. He thrust upwards once more and came- his hot fluids shooting out of her mouth, the tip of cock actually visible between her lips.

He must've shot a quart of come before he started to come down from the high of the most amazing orgasm of his life.

As he slumped back, he realized she was still sitting upright on him. He had cast immobulous on her at some point and hadn't even been aware. He almost laughed- he actually felt giddy! He knew his cock was satisfied, it had already shrunk back to its normal size, sated for now. He levitated Dolores' body to the ground and scourgified his nether regions.

He looked out at the Deatheaters who had witnessed their Lord's night of pleasure. He saw many blank faces and some who had obviously been extremely turned-on by the events.

Severus felt as though he needed to scrub his eyeballs. The Umbridge woman had been foul but no one deserved what she had just gotten.

"You are all free to go. Please remember what you have seen tonight as you have witnessed to the growth of my.........power. I would hate to have to remind anyone personally of what I am now capable. I suppose I have Dolores to thank for it." He paused, thinking.

"I wonder.....Wormtail!!" He bellowed.

"Yes, Lord?" Pettigrew simpered.

"Get this woman's remains to my medi-chambers and have my best Dark-Healers work on bringing her back. She obviously had something very special and I'd like to have it again," he grinned.

He felt like he had a new lease on life. Until his victory over Harry Potter and that ridiculous Order of theirs...he would keep himself entertained. He smiled.

THE END

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