The Burning Pen
Sickest Lemon Challenge

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Untitled ~ Sickest Lemon Challenge ~ Laura C.

Bellatrix smiled to herself. The Dark Lord had promised she could help him punish a fellow deatheater tonight, and she loved helping her master punish others. He was just so…twisted, in a sexy, turned-Bellatrix-on-more-than-anything-else-in-the-world kind of way. They had been together several times after they had “punished” one of his followers, and he was a fantastic lover.

She had chosen her outfit carefully, a long black dress that draped her beautiful body well, leaving very little to the imagination, with no underclothes. She wore her black deatheater robe over the top of the dress of course. She knew it would be cold in Voldemort’s rooms, and her nipples tightened in anticipation of the evening’s events.

Bellatrix was still smiling as she felt her Dark Mark burn, and apparated to the side of her master almost instantly, wondering who it was they would be punishing this fine evening, and what they had done to deserve such a punishment.

Dolores Umbridge had been summoned via her dark mark before Bellatrix, and apparated to Voldemort, only to watch him smile evilly as Peter Pettigrew took her wand from her and tied her up, first in a wizarding fashion, shooting ropes from his wand, then in a more typically muggle manner, fastening her arms over her head and chaining her feet to the ground, slightly apart. Watching Pettigrew tie up Umbridge in the muggle way really aroused Voldemort, and his dark slitted eyes grew shiny with lust. He summoned Bella, than sat back in his throne, watching the expressions on Umbridge’s face. Merlin, she was ugly. And large. Ah well, it didn’t really matter-he didn’t plan on having to touch her body that much.

“Wormtail! Get away from there. Call Filch in, then go and sit in that chair over there without making a sound until we are done, is that understood?” The Dark Lord’s eyes twinkled evilly as he pointed to a chair in a corner, far away from where Delores was being held.

Wormtail obeyed, calling for Filch, who had been waiting outside the room. He walked in, closing the door behind him, carrying Mrs Norris in his arms.

Bellatrix apparated into the room a few seconds after Wormtail had sullenly sat down in his far away chair and she immediately went to Voldemort, kneeling before him and bestowing a kiss on his robes.

“You called, Master, and I have come,” she said demurely, risking a glance upwards to see if her subservient attitude pleased her master. It did.

He gestured for her to rise, and spoke in a low voice that only she could hear. “And come again and again this evening you shall, my dear.”

Bella smiled at this. She stood up, standing to one side of Voldemort as not to obstruct the view before him. Glancing round, Bella’s brow furrowed as she took in the presence of Wormtail and Filch. She wondered what they were there for. Filch could be there to clean up, but why would he be there now? It would make more sense for him to be there after the punishment. She shrugged mentally, well, it was Voldemort’s decision, and she knew better than to argue with him.

Voldemort’s eyes twinkled as he saw the stage had been set, and all of the key characters had arrived.

“Now, Umbridge, do you know why I have summoned you here tonight?” he asked, smiling as the scared witch shook her head.

“No, my Lord, I do not. I hope I have not displeased you,” Delores managed to stammer out, her fear clear to everyone in the room. In the corner, Wormtail chuckled. It didn’t matter what she was here for, the Dark Lord just wanted some entertainment, and she was the first person he thought of.

“Filch!” The Hogwarts caretaker jumped as Voldemort called his name. Still holding onto Mrs Norris, Filch trotted over to the Dark Lord in his usual shuffling gait.

“Yes, Master?” he responded, his eyes lowered, wondering what Voldemort was up to.

“This woman…did you ever see her mistreat Potter whilst she was in her position at Hogwarts?” Voldemort asked, casually running his skeletal fingers through Bella’s long black hair.

Bella dropped to her knees, and moved closer to Voldemort, giving him better access to her, being careful not to get too close in case he got really angry and lashed out at her by accident. It was best to let him decide how close he wanted her, and not overstep his boundaries. Bella shuddered slightly as she remembered one particular occasion. No, it was best to let him be in control.

Voldemort continued stroking her hair, taking her shudder as a pleasurable one.

“No, my Lord. She had him in detention a few times, but was never overly harsh with the boy. If I had the boy, even for a few hours, I’d bring him to you straight away of course.” Filch decided to suck up to Voldemort a little-it couldn’t do any harm after all.

“That’s what I like to hear. Now, Delores, I have decided that I shall punish you for your actions, or lack of should I say.” Voldemort turned and readdressed Filch, who looked as though he wanted to slink off into a corner somewhere. “Now, Filch, I want you to remove her clothes. Tear them off if you like, slow or fast, it’s up to you what method you use.” Voldemort sat back again, still stroking Bella’s soft hair as he waited for the show to begin.

Filch visibly swallowed. Usually he wasn’t allowed near any of the live women, not until the other, “proper” purebred wizards had finished with them, by which point they were usually ruined. Occasionally though, one would still be in her death throes, and Filch would fuck her until she turned cold.

He walked over to the large woman, and placed Mrs Norris on the ground. Delores started screaming as Filch touched her, with Voldemort and Mrs Norris watching eagerly with their strange eyes. Bella was watching, but not eagerly. She wasn’t sure she wanted to see the huge, toad-like witch naked.

Voldemort lazily waved his wand in Umbridge’s direction, immediately silencing her. He watched as she struggled, trying to move her huge body away from Filch’s stubby hands, but she couldn’t struggle far.

Filch grabbed her by her tits, making sure he got a good grope of them at the same time. He yanked at the cloth covering them, and chuckled evilly as he saw Umbridge’s mouth open in a silent scream, tears clear in her eyes.

Voldemort smiled as he saw Filch having his perverse fun. He watched Filch tear off her skirt, and then pull down her granny pants using his teeth. Umbridge cried silently as she felt his mouth on her skin, his breath coming in quick, hot pants, tainting her body.

Voldemort stared at Umbridge’s naked body with a look close to disgust on his reptilian face. “Well, the only good thing about you, Umbridge, is that you make everyone else look sexy.” Umbridge wept more at this comment. She knew she didn’t have a fantastic body, and that was why she stayed away from the revels as much as possible, only there when forced. She knew she was repulsive.

“Now, I must ask you one question, so I will lift the silencing spell. But if your aggravating voice annoys me too much, I’ll spell you with it again, understand? And then I’ll be very angry.” Voldemort’s eyes glittered dangerously as he made the lat remark.

Umbridge silently nodded her assent, and suddenly the room could hear her soft sobs.

Voldemort smiled evilly. “Now, I’m going to give you a choice. Who would you prefer to touch you? I am going to have to punish you, but you can choose whether it is Filch or Bella that does the actual dirty work. Who’s it to be?”

Umbridge’s eyes flicked between Bella and Filch. Filch had a horrible leer on his face, while Bella sat demurely at the Dark Lord’s feet.

“B-Bella” she said quietly.

Voldemort looked at Bella, who looked repulsed. “I’m sorry, my dear, but Umbridge has chosen you as her punisher.”

Voldemort suddenly turned back towards Umbridge, who visibly paled at the angry _expression on his face. “However, she did forget my title, so I think Filch shall punish her.”

Filch rubbed his hands together in glee as Mrs Norris trotted over to him, rubbing her body against his ankles.

“I’ll leave the actual punishment up to you, Filch, since you’ve been such a faithful follower, unlike some I can think of,” he glanced at Umbridge. “Just make sure it’s sexual. I don’t care what you do to her, or make her do to you, as long as it involves her being in pain, your cock and any of her disgusting orifices.”

Voldemort turned to Bellatrix, beckoning her forward. “You don’t mind watching, dear, do you? You can join in a bit later if you like-once you’ve attended to me of course,” his voice practically purred, as Bella turned on her knees to face Voldemort. He opened his robes, under which he wasn’t wearing anything. Bella lowered her head towards Voldemort’s crotch, gently licking his inner thighs. She didn’t know what was happening behind her, nor did she want to. It must have been good though, since the Dark Lord took a sharp intake of breath, then forced Bella’s head down onto his long thin cock. Bellatrix couldn’t help but moan. She loved it when he was rough with her, working her mouth over and over his shaft, forcing himself as far into her mouth as he could. She let Voldemort choose the pace, bobbing roughly up and down.

Behind her, Filch was teasing Umbridge. He had quickly removed all of his clothes, and had taken one of her saggy breasts into his mouth. Umbridge cried out as he bit down on her nipple, drawing blood. Filch chuckled. He then did the same to her other breast, leaving twin trails of blood to make their way down Umbridge’s large body.

Voldemort smiled, enjoying the show in front of him. The two disgusting creatures could have been made for each other, he thought, moving Bella’s head faster.

Suddenly, Voldemort had an idea.

“Filch!” The Hogwarts caretaker turned around. “How long has it been since you’ve been sucked off by a woman?” Voldemort slyly asked him, knowing Filch usually only got to play around with the dead females.

“Many, many years, my Lord.” Filch looked down, feeling slightly ashamed.

“Would you like to experience it once more?”

Filch nodded. “Very much so, Master.”

Voldemort waved his wand towards Umbridge. “Imperio!”

Umbridge immediately went still. “Now, if you untie her, Filch, I’ll make sure she sucks your cock. She was never any good at escaping the curse,” Voldemort laughed, stroking Bella’s hair.

Filch couldn’t wait to get Umbridge down. He acted quickly, quicker than he had ever done anything in his life, dropping her to the floor.

Umbridge sat up, and with tears in her eyes, obviously not happy about what she was being made to do, she knelt in front of Filch, placing his prick in her mouth.

“Oh, yes, that’s it, show me what that tongue can do!” Filch exclaimed, following the Dark Lord’s example, and grabbing hold of her hair, pulling her closer harder, thrusting into Umbridge’s toad like mouth.

There was a gagging sound, but Filch continued thrusting into Umbridge’s mouth, getting closer and closer to orgasm, before pulling his cock out of her mouth, pumping it a few times, then spraying his filthy yellow seed all over her face and hair.

Voldemort grinned, loving the show, and getting very close to orgasm himself.

He looked down at Bella, and asked her, “Bellatrix, my sweet, would you like to receive oral sex as well as giving it?” He smiled evilly, and Bellatrix shuddered in anticipation. He had never asked her that before, and she adored being licked out.

Voldemort smiled even more as he saw Bella shudder. “I’ll take that as a yes then.” He looked around the room. “Come here, Umbridge. No, not walking. I want you to hop, like the little toad you really are.”

Filch chuckled as he watched Umbridge jumping around the room, her saggy breasts and stomach bouncing with each jump, her thick highs wobbling. “Yes, hop little toady, hop!” He grinned, and watched Bella orally attending the Dark Lord, watching as the beautiful little minx bobbed greedily on his cock. Just watching this made Filch hard again, and he began to stroke his penis.

“Now, Umbridge, I expect you to give Bella pleasure-using only your tongue and lips, is that understood?”

Umbridge nodded, and Bella shuddered as she felt Umbridge kneeling behind her, lifting up her robes and dress.

Filch stroked himself harder and faster as Bella’s perfect, shaved twat came into view. He groaned in pleasure, watching Umbridge begin to lick away at Bellatrix’s clit and between her folds.

In his far away corner, Wormtail was doing much the same, fisting his pudgy hand up and down his small yet thick cock. He closed his eyes, trying to hold of the orgasm for a few more minutes, and opened them to find scary red feline eyes looking up at him from near his ankles.

Mrs Norris jumped onto Wormtail’s knees, and began to lick at the precum that had formed on the tip of his penis. Peter groaned as he felt the roughness of the cat’s tongue on his most sensitive parts, and came explosively, covering Mrs Norris in his spunk.

Meanwhile, Bella was enjoying being licked out, and made this clear by her moans and groans while she sucked off the Dark Lord. Voldemort couldn’t keep from grinning, and noticing Filch getting off again watching them, he spoke once more.

“You’ll tire you hand out doing it that way, Filch, come and take Umbridge’sss virgin assss.” Sibilance came through Voldemort’s speech, a sure sign he was close. Bella wasn’t far behind, and she sucked with renewed vigour, while her hips bucked and twisted against Umbridge.

There was a gasp from Umbridge as Filch entered her ass, and she tore her mouth away from Bella’s cunt for a few seconds in surprise, even thought she had heard the Dark Lord’s orders.

Voldemort laughed, and pointed his wand at Umbridge once more. “Crucio.”

He held the curse on her for a few seconds, enjoying watching her squirm, as her muscles contracted, feeling his orgasm creep closer and closer. From the guttural wordless shouts that Filch made, it seemed like he was enjoying having the ugly witch contract around him.

Bella thrust her pussy back against Umbridge’s mouth, feeling Filch ram Umbridge against her. Bella’s moans increased, and she came, shortly followed by Voldemort.

Filch was still banging away at Umbridge’s ass, but the effects from the earlier curse Voldemort had cast kept causing her to spasm. It wasn’t long before Filch came with a yell, collapsing over Umbridge’s body.

Voldemort lifted the Imperious curse he had cast on Umbridge earlier, and she immediately vomited.

“Well, it seems that our little toad didn’t enjoy her punishment.” Voldemort chuckled. “Wormtail! Lock her away in a cage. It looks like she’ll have to endure more punishment tomorrow. Perhaps Bella could bring some of her toys tomorrow?” Voldemort looked at Bella with an evil glint in his eyes.

“Of course, my Lord, I shall come as soon as called tomorrow,” Bella replied in answer, curtseying.

“Very well. Filch, clean the room. I want it spotless for tomorrow. There may be a few others joining us for her punishment.” Images of tens of deatheaters fucking Umbridge senseless filled the Dark Lord’s mind. Not just male deatheaters, but female as well.

“You will bring your strap on with you tomorrow, won’t you, dear?” Voldemort asked Bellatrix, who was getting ready to disapparate.

“Certainly, Master.”

“Good. I think we’ll have a lot of fun tomorrow.”

Wormtail led a shrieking Umbridge away, while Filch collected his cleaning bucket from the hall.

Bella disapparated, leaving Voldemort to ponder his ideas for tomorrow’s punishment.

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