Rated M for language, sexual content, adult themes, violence and general depravity

AU and OOC

Warning ! Very dark, proceed with caution.

Characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

Author's note: I want to thank all of my readers and let them know how much I appreciate their support. Keep reading!

Bellatrix was beyond ecstatic; she finally had permission to keep a pet. After speaking with the Dark Lord about the mudblood and promising that her new toy wouldn't distract from her duties, she was allowed to keep her. The dark witch practically skipped past the huge wooden doors of her mansion and down the steps to the basement, where Hermione's cell was located. It was a depressing little room, with no windows, which meant that the only source of light was from an old chandelier. As Bellatrix turned around the corner and peered through the bars that made up the door of the prison, she was delighted by what she saw. The mudblood sat in the far corner with her knees against her chest and her chestnut hair covering her delicate features. Bellatrix knew in that moment how much pleasure she was going to gain from ruining her newly acquired possession.

'Wake up muddy, your mistress has returned.' Bellatrix half moaned in the sexiest voice she could manage as she closed and locked the door behind her.

Hermione did her best to ignore the witch in front of her, but found it hard to tear her gaze away from the black corset that perfectly accentuated Berllatrix's sizeable bust. Her eyes were drawn lower by the beautifully shaped legs of her captor that were encased in silky black stockings. The muggle-born witch shook her head in order to try and rid herself of such inappropriate thoughts.

'Oh don't be rude, the two of us are going to have such fun together.'

When that remark also went unanswered, the dark witch sighed out loud, before jerking the girl to her feet by her hair.

'Listen to me slave, if you don't want to get cut again, I recommend you answer all my questions with either a 'yes, mistress' or a 'no, mistress', do we understand each other?'

Hermione felt sickened by being referred to as a slave and tried to shake loose from the vice-like grip of the dreadful woman.

'Well it looks as though I'll have to teach you a couple of things while you're under my care. First off though I thought you'd enjoy the present I brought you.'

With an achingly slow movement Bellatrix withdrew her wand and conjured a black leather band with a silver buckle attached to the front of it. As realization stuck, Hermione renewed her valiant struggle to escape from Bellatrix's hold, only to be met with failure once again.

'Aw, I thought muddy would appreciate my little gift, seeing as it's the first part of your new life. Well if that's how you're always going to react to the presents I bring you, I think I might actually have to force you to thank me every single time….'

Bellatrix had never been so aroused in her entire life. Before today, she'd never been allowed to keep girls, because her husband didn't want her having sex with anyone but him. Rudolphus also knew that Bellatrix had been forced into marriage with him and that she secretly preferred the fairer sex. And up until the events at Malfoy Manor, she'd headed his demands. But the sight of the girl in pain during their brief time together had been all the motivation she had needed to throw any caution she had had to the wind.

'You know, I've always wanted a pet all to myself?' Bellatrix whispered in Hermione's ear as she fastened the collar tightly around the soft skin of her throat.

Hermione only offered a pitiful whimper in response, her attention solely focused upon the proximity of her captor. Bellatrix seemed to be in a gleeful state of happiness, so maniacal was her grin that if anyone were watching the scene unfold it would almost seem like madness.

'You know, I just realized that I never told you about my knife. It's special, like the precious collar you're now wearing. They both have something in common. Do you want to know what that is?'

Bellatrix ran a finger through the silver loop and with a quick motion she pulled Hermione's face towards her recently mangled arm.

'They. Are. Both. Permanent.'

Between each word Bellatrix would lean down and gently kiss the swollen skin. She loved the fact that Hermione would always be marked as her property.

For her part the young Gryffindor could only break down in tears, after she understood the implication. Forever unto all eternity she would bear the marks of the devil's bride.

'Enough talk though I think for today, now we shall begin with your training. I am going to make you forget everything about your previous excuse for a life. All that will remain in your pretty little head is the desire to please me, like any good slave should.'

Again Bellatrix produced her wand, only this time she conjured a long thin rod, which she examined closely before transferring it to the other hand. With a second wave of the wand, she divulged Hermione of any remaining pieces of clothing, leaving her wearing only the leather choker.

The young girl was shivering from the cold in the cellar and felt beyond exhausted from all the time she had spent crying from her previous encounter with her captor.

'Regretfully this is not going to be a painless transition for you. So for this first time you are not going to be required to thank me after each lash.'

Bellatrix felt a hint of smugness at her merciful behavior. The feeling was quickly replaced with disgust by her own actions as she brought the cane down again and again on the weeping mess of a girl. After each stroke Hermione cried out a shrill howl of pain and desperately prayed for her torment to end.

When her work was finished and the girl was left with many new red scars littering her back, Bellatrix knew that the second part of any such exercise was offering comfort to your victim, so that the slave eventually learns to fear and adore the new master in equal measure.

'I'll be right back, honey. I'm just going to grab some potions to make the pain go away and run a bath for you. Be a good little mudblood and don't move a muscle.'

With that Bellatrix slammed the door behind her and raced upstairs, leaving Hermione alone in the dark once more.

I wish I had a Bella to look after me… *sigh*