Harry Potter and the Sluts of Future Past (Ch.1) (Patreon)

Bellatrix Black woke up, groggy, confused and with a telltale aching of her body. It took her a long moment to recall why she was in the dark damp cellar and not her bedroom or why there was a strange, if handsome, man in front of her, rather than anyone from her extended social circle.

She lost. It was as simple as that. What should have been a night of fun putting worthless muggles to what little use they had, had turned into a nightmare that claimed the lives of every single one of Bellatrix’ companions - the other young purebloods of age who wished to fight against the infestation of the muggles and the like. All of them had been purebloods of unimpeachable pedigree. All of them strove to prove their dedication to the cause, yearning to be judged worthy of the dark cloak and silver mask that separated Death Eaters from the common rabble that happened to ally with the pureblood cause.

All of them had met their ends at the tip of this wizard’s wand.

Bella glared at the green eyed stranger leaning against the wall in front of her. He was handsome, she had to grudgingly concede. Black hair, piercing green eyes and a build that belied a life spent actively rather than tucked away in some Ministry office or manor.

In any other circumstance, Bella might have been willing to entertain certain proposals, but here and now this unknown wizard was a threat to everything Bella stood for.

It galled to have been so soundly beaten by a halfblood. He had to be one. Bella was certain. The notion that a mudblood could have bested her was simply too ludicrous. Neither was he a blood traitor pureblood - Bella would have surely heard about him if that were the case.

Bound as she was, Bella was helpless. Her wand was out of sight and out of reach and though fighting without that Lestrange oaf would likely be easier, Bella still didn’t like her odds against this wizard.

It was a loathsome option, to sink to the level of a Malfoy of all people, but right here and now Bellatrix would have to use her family name to hopefully get herself out of trouble.

Now if only she weren’t gagged….

If Bella could cast spells with her eyes alone, her kidnapper would have already been dead. Unfortunately the stranger’s reaction to her glare was an amused smile that only further infuriated Bella.

How dare that peasant look down on her?

And why was this situation so appealing?

She was completely at this older man’s mercy and yet a part of Bella, a part she had been willfully ignoring since the start of puberty, was starting to find her position…interesting.

Never once before Bella had been so helpless and alone with a man. The conjured ropes, restraining Bella, dug harshly into her skin, even through the fabric of her cloak. She was having difficulty breathing and every millimetre of movement was a hard won achievement.

Unaware of her own actions, Bella tried to rub her thighs together, her body trying to relieve some of the mounting tension.

Bella might have been ignorant of her own body’s reaction, but the man certainly wasn’t.

“Someone’s being a bad girl Bella.” He smirked. “Don’t you know, it’s improper for a noble young lady such as you to be gallivanting in the dead of night in suspicious company.”

Bella looked pointedly at her captor and tried to tell him just what exactly she had been thinking of his mock concern, but it only resulted in some garbled moaning.

“Right, right.” Her captor said. “And you look so good with it in your mouth too….”

The Wizard vanished the gag.

Immediately Bella spat at him. Or at least tried to. All she managed to accomplish with her still numb lips was drip some spit onto her own cloak, as if she were a child learning how to control her own body.

“Well that’s just embarrassing.” Her handsome captor shook his head in mock disappointment. “But in any case, you may call me Harry.”

“I’ll call you a filthy halfblood. If you don’t mind.” Bella sneered, her words dripping with sarcasm. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll release me immediately. You do that and I might just forget to mention this little incident to my parents.” Bella lied.

Harry snorted.

“Even if you were telling the truth, I doubt the Ministry will be able to keep the half dozen corpses hush hush. Once they scraped them off the pavement at least.” Harry shook his head. “What exactly were you doing there? Surely spoiling my night out wasn’t your only goal?”

Bella did not say a word. For all that she was a headstrong young woman, she was no idiot. Telling this powerful wizard, halfblood or not, that they were going to torture and kill muggles would probably get her into more trouble. And not the fun kind of trouble either.

Unfortunately, she must have taken too long to answer, because something dark and angry flashed in Harry’s eyes. Before Bella could say or even think anything, the wizard slapped her on her cheek.

“As amusing as I find you. I do have business to attend to.” Bella heard Harry say. “It would be best if you cooperate. I will be asking questions, you will do the answering. Understood?”

There was no hint of playfulness this time. No. Now this halfblood’s voice was all steel and authority and even Bella found it hard to deny the effect it had on her. She shivered and not just from the cold.

Her nipples grew stiff, scraping pleasurably against the fabric of her clothes. And no matter how much Bella squirmed and twisted there was no missing the fact that her panties were drenched and soaked and utterly ruined.

That little, in the grand scheme of things, burst of pain had been all it took to arouse Bella. A normal witch would have tried to de-escalate the situation, either to return safely to her family or to establish warmer relations with the wizard that caught her eye.

Bella was not a normal witch.

“As if I would ever willingly obey you.” Bella laughed. “I don’t care how much you torment me or sully my body, I would never tell you anything.”

She tried to lean back into a confident pose, but bound as she was, all Bella accomplished was arch her back and thrust her chest at Harry, showing off her respectable bust and parted thighs that had already been accentuated by the ropes.

“Careful now.” Harry growled, the tip of his wand glowing an ominous red. “A dumb twenty year old or not, I don’t have much mercy for the likes of you.”

Bellatrix was not impressed.

“What are you going to do, tickle me?” She laughed. “You might be willing to kill, but I have yet to see you cast anything more serious than a blasting curse. Even if you cast Cruciatus curse on me, I doubt I would feel anything.”

“I don’t know.” Harry regarded Bella coolly. “I’ve had a couple of pretty good lessons over the years.” His lips curved into a wicked grin. “Though looking at you, I think pleasure would be far more effective than pain.”

Bella’s heart was racing with excitement. This powerful, domineering wizard was looming over her, his eyes alight with magic. The Black witch could almost feel its currents twist and wrap around Harry.

It was unlike anything Bellatrix had ever experienced before. The closest was the brief moment she had been graced with the presence of the Dark Lady herself. But her magic felt cold, deadly and precise. Like a sharp dagger poised to strike an unwary foe.

Harry’s magic felt alive and primal. It heated up Bella’s core and called on her deepest urges and most fundamental instinct of all.

The need to breed.

Bellatrix opened her mouth so she could do…what? Plead for mercy? Beg for harsher treatment? Submit to this man among men?

Honestly, Bella didn’t know herself.

Fortunately Harry knew better. With a wave of his wand, he vanished most of Bella’s clothes with exception of her panties, leaving her dripping, naked and bound.

“Well, well. Look what we’ve got here.” Harry said with a smirk as he pressed his finger against the soaked fabric of her underwear. “Excited to have your pureblood body sullied?”

Bellatrix swallowed. The man wasn’t far from the mark. There definitely was a taboo edge to Bella’s enjoyment of this situation. But mostly she just wanted, no, needed harsh treatment that older men reserved for their barely legal sluts.

“Pfft. as if.” Bella said, sounding exactly as unsure as she was in truth.

“So you don’t want me to dick you down and fuck you like a little whore?” Harry asked as he continued to touch Bella’s panty covered crotch.

Bella shook her head, not trusting her voice.

It did nothing to deter Harry.

He unzipped his trousers and whipped his penis. No. This was too delicate a word to describe the beast now casting a deep shadow over Bella’s face. It was a pillar of flesh, too long and girthy to belong on a normal man’s body. Harry was no normal wizard. His cock throbbed with pent up aggression, swollen red and twitching in the cellar’s cool air. From the engorged tip of Harry’s dick, beads of precum dripped down onto Bella’s face.

Bellatrix licked her lips, hoping for a taste, now that the thick musk was filling her nostrils and lungs and making her lightheaded.

No such luck.

It was a cruel joke, most terrible of tortures to have this magnificent example of manhood so close and yet still so far.

“I am not one of your Death Eater pals.” Meanwhile, Harry talked through to Bella it seemed as if his words were coming from far away. “I won’t take a woman against her will. You say one word and I’ll back off. We’ll see if there is another method to get what I want out of you.”

Despite his words there was no denying the triumphant expression on Harry’s face. He could see the little pureblood slut salivating at the prospect of deepthroating his cock. He could afford to play the gentleman.

It would simply make the inevitable victory all the sweater.

So he continued to slowly stroke his cock over Bella’s face, letting her get hooked on the masculine musk he was exuding.

One didn’t need to use legilimency to see that Bella was a breath away from breaking.

Experimentally, Harry slapped his cock against Bella’s blushing cheek.

“Well? I am waiting for an answer.”

Harry continued slapping Bella’s face, one cheek after another, leaving bright red marks.

There was no way Bella could resist any longer. Midslap, Bella lunged forward despite the restraints and took the cockhead in her mouth.

Harry thrust forward, penetrating deeper into Bella’s once virginally mouth. The pureblood witch tried to suck on his cock, to swirl her tongue around the cockhead, to get some measure of control over brutal throatfucking about to commence.

Bellatrix stood no chance against Harry’s furious onslaught. He pushed his cock further into Bella’s mouth, impaling her throat. Harry cupped the back of Bella’s head, looked her in the eyes and said:

“Get ready slut.”

“Glurgkh.” was the only response Bella could give.

And just like that without further prompting, Harry began brutally throatfucking his newest fucktoy - and Bella could not deny that this was what she was becoming.

Harry, her new master, bucked his hips back and forth, penetrating her throat again and again. Back and forth. Bella’s eyes rolled back and her wild mane of black hair was held in place only because of the tight grip Harry had on it.

Bella writhed and squirmed as much as the bondage allowed, moaning and gagging on Harry’s phallus. His dick was stuffing her throat. His magnificent manhood was making her throat noticeably bulge. She gasped the air in the rare moments Harry would remove his cock out of her once virginal mouth to slap Bella’s face with its tip, smearing precum and saliva all over Bella’s once dignified visage.

No sign of a proud pureblood remained. Only a young slut with no other purpose but to satisfy Harry’s dark lusts.

It had been a while for Harry, so it didn’t take too long for Bella’s tight little throat to wring out an orgasm out of him. Hot cum flooded Bella’s gullet, drowning out her moans and gasps of pleasure. The young slut tried to swallow it all, but the torrent of semen was too much for her handle. Bella choked and gagged, spilling Harry’s seed all over her naked breasts.

Bellatrix Black panted, her face flushed from lack of air. Still, there was no hiding the dopey happy smile on her face.

She nuzzled Harry dick, burying her face in his crotch, breathing in the scent of his manhood.

Then it hit her.
Harry’s cock was still hard and twitching, raring to go for another penetration.

Slowly, Bellatrix looked up at Harry with dread and anticipation in her eyes.

“Let’s see how loud you will squeal when I fuck you little arse.” Harry said with a grin.

“S-surely you would prefer my pussy?” Bella said, fear and no small amount of excitement in her voice.

“You will have to earn something like that.” Harry smirked. “I know a pureblood freak like you would love nothing more than for a ‘filthy halfblood’ like me to sully your bloodline, but until you prove yourself to me, it’s oral and anal only.”

Bella opened her mouth to protest and to reassure Harry of her utility as fucktoy and source of information, promising to give up everything she knew or was likely to find out.

Harry was implacable.

With a wave of his wand he lifted still bound Bellatrix in the air and flipped her over until she was hovering at his crotch level.

Bellatrix did not have the largest ass Harry had ever seen, but it was still very nice and fit. He smacked it, leaving red handprints on Bella’s pale skin, who whimpered from pain.

“Little slut is loving this.” Harry thought as he saw Bella’s arousal drip down onto the floor.

Slowly, Harry dug his fingers into Bella’s buttocks before spreading them apart revealing the tight virginal sphincter. Harry spat on it and then slowly pushed a finger inside.

Bella groaned, but offered no further protest, choosing to bear it out. Harry moved his finger back and forth, gently at first but with greater and greater vigour as time went on. Anal muscles clung tightly to Harry’s finger as if loath to let it go.

After some light anal fingering and a nice lubrication charm later, Harry judged Bella’s ass ready for some real fucking.

He forced his cock past the sphincter in one mighty thrust. Both Harry and Bella groaned, one in pleasure the other in pain. Bella whimpered and kicked her legs in instinctive response to pain, but it was of no use. Harry’s magic held her tightly, leaving her no escape.
Harry fucked Bella’s ass. He slapped her hips and mauled her breasts. He pounded her, thrusting his cock back and forth, forcefucking her no longer virginal ass.

Held securely in Harry’s grasp, Bella writhed and squirmed, first from agony, then from pleasure. For a nasty little masochist like the difference was nonexistent. Her little whimpers turned into groans and then into full blown moans of pleasure derived from this anal plundering. The moans were shameful, wobbling and wavering in time with Harry’s thrusts.

Bella’s eyes rolled in her sockets. Her pretty aristocratic features were twisted by a mix of agony and ecstasy until only a thoroughly whorish face remained for Harry to enjoy.

She was sweating, and her breathing was shallow and frantic. She could barely speak and what words did pass her lips completed a picture of a closeted pureblood slut finally being given freedom to indulge in her base desires.

“F-fuck me!” Bella gasped. “Morgan’s tits. So good. Harder! Please! Fuuuck!”

Harry paid his bitch’s words no mind, all of his attention focused on furiously hatefucking Bella’s ass. Almost a decade of Harry’s subjective time may have passed since the day Bellatrix Lestrange murdered Sirius, but right here and now with young Bellatrix Black at his mercy. Harry discovered he was not quite as over it as he had hoped.

So he poured all of his rage, his frustration and even fear into brutally violating Bella’s ass. He pumped his hips faster and faster, enjoying the way her ass clenched around his phallus.

Harry slapped her ass, already cherry red from all brutality inflicted on it today. Bella gasped, in pain or pleasure Harry neither knew nor cared.

Once he felt orgasm approaching, Harry pulled out, Just in time as a moment later his cock twitched and started shooting rope after rope of cum all over Bella’s back, splattering her pale skin.

Bella shivered.

“You like this, you dirty bitch?” Harry growled.

He grabbed Bella by the hair and hauled her back to the floor. Now Bellatrix was kneeling, her face inches away from Harry’s cock.

Without waiting for command, Bella lunged forth, swallowing half of Harry’s messy cock. She took cleaning it off with gusto of a true addict, lavishing the manhood that had conquered with attention and love it deserved.

Harry sighed, content to see his new pet polishing his knob. When he went out for a pint of beer Harry didn’t expect his evening to go this way.

He wasn’t complaining. Ever since Harry had arrived to this topsy-turvy timeline where magical education started at thirteen rather than eleven, he felt restless and out of place.

He hadn’t wasted the following years. His travels took him all over the world letting him experience horrors and wonders both mundane and magical. But now it was time to deal with this ‘Dark Lady’.

Harry glanced at his obedient slut still obediently sucking his cock. She was in her last year of Hogwarts….

Harry mind turned towards a certain job offer published in the Daily Prophet.

Harry grinned. He had a pretty good idea where to start his crusade.

The fact that it would place him in close proximity with plenty of beautiful witches in need of some firm guidance was pure coincidence.