Harry Potter Deathmatch: Daphne vs Bellatrix (patron reward)

A couple months of reward stories in one with a Harry Potter fanfic turned dark wrestling match. Voldemort's cultists hold their ritualistic fights to pick off the week, and Voldemort's favorite psycho makes a meal out of finishing the new girl. 

DOES end in death for the squeamish, but it's more about mocking and choking and wrestling moves than anything else until the last couple minutes. Also close to graduation so Daphne is definitely 18+ here.

Voldemort’s inner circle of followers was a cutthroat bunch, to say the least. The dark lord himself made efforts to keep it that way. The Death Eaters needed to be ruthless yet dedicated, and forcing them to fight amongst themselves kept only the strong and wary while feeding them the weak to keep them sharp.

Voldemort had called for another such a duel and even the most ambitious of Death Eaters would not defy his will. Many of them reveled in the battles, relishing the suffering of one witch or wizard while knowing that a potential rival was being eliminated.

It seemed their dark master had a particularly twisted game for them today. He conjured a wrestling ring into the middle of the chamber before the combatants made their way inside. The ladies carried no wands with them, as the ring was enchanted to absorb and block any magic used within its boundaries until the match was declared over. Voldemort watched with muted, sinister delight as his followers entered the ring.

The first was Bellatrix Lestrange. She was a psychotic and sadistic witch, known for making good use of all sorts of painful curses on her victims. She was a curvy woman with a wild mane of thick and curly hair. Rather than her normal dress or robes, she was dressed in a tight, black one piece with a thong back that nicely complimented her shapely ass.

Her opponent was clearly younger and less experienced. Daphne Greengrass was an upperclassman in Slytherin with a more petite build than Bellatrix. She was dressed in the same swimsuit that was asked of them, but with a pale blue shade to her opponent’s black. She had the clear look and posture of a pureblood witch, with fair skin, blonde hair, and soft brown eyes. While still young for a spellcaster, had shown she was committed to following her dark master’s wishes.

Still, Daphne spared Bellatrix some uneasy glances. Her willingness to obey didn’t necessarily mean that she had the confidence that she could out-fight one of Azkaban’s most twisted escapees.

“Ladies,” Voldemort declared in his raspy yet commanding voice. “You have thirty minutes, after which I will decide the winner. They will then have the right to end the other witch’s life by any means they find fitting.”

He gestured towards a wall, enchanting a large timer to twist its hands and track the half hour. Some of the spectators chuckled over the idea that it would ever take that long for Bellatrix to win.

The wound-up clock let out an echoing gong as the battle formally began. Bellatrix flashed a toothy grin at Daphne as she stepped forward, her hands extended and fingers wriggling like a crawling spider’s legs. The blonde furrowed her brow and attempted to ignore her taunting gesture, but she moved to meet the extended arms. Daphne slid her fingers through Bellatrix’s, keeping an eye on the wily witch before she clasped their hands together. The women’s arms flexed as they pressed towards each other in a test of strength.

The gathered Death Eaters were surprised at how much of a struggle the contest proved to be. Bellatrix grunted and growled as she kept trying to push Daphne back, but the blonde would always recover any ground lost as she pushed back harder. The wild-haired lunatic’s eyes went wide as she planted her feet, refusing to budge but finding herself slowly being pushed back. The blonde’s eyes lit up in delight as she started to overpower her foe, bending Bella’s wrists and making her emit some struggling grunts.

“Not so dangerous without your magic, are you?” Daphne hissed through her gritted teeth. Her assertive expression showed her quickly overcoming the unease she had entering the match.

“Perhaps not,” Bellatrix panted, shaking some of her hair from her face as she was bent over backward. Her worried eyes suddenly switched back into a confident sneer.

“Or perhaps I just enjoy playing with my food first.”

Suddenly and steadily, Bellatrix started to push back. Daphne’s confidence faded in a flash as the unexpected strength overwhelmed her, taking back any early lead that she had obtained. The elder witch had clearly been playing possum, toying with the Slytherin girl for her own sadistic amusement. Daphne pursed her lips and tried to power back into her but she had fallen for Bellatrix’s trap. The wild brunette was clearly the stronger of the two to overcome the handicap she’d allowed her opponent.

“In a bit over your head now, aren’t you? Poor spoiled little poodle,” Bellatrix cooed in mock sympathy.

The dark sorcerers around them laughed or applauded her deceptive game. Bellatrix’s smile flashed especially wide for a moment before she suddenly drove a knee into Daphne’s groin. Her legs were spread out to form a steady stance, making her crotch easy pickings for the sadistic wrestling witch. Daphne huffed and doubled over, dropping straight to her knees. Her hands tried to go to clutch her pussy but Bellatrix still squeezed them tightly, forcing her to stay in their test of strength.

“Oh, what’s wrong!?” Bellatrix gasped in more feigned sympathy. “Did your fancy upbringing not teach you how to fight? Nothing but table manners and how to satisfy a rich husband, I’d wager! Well, how to hold a spoon won’t save your life now, dearie!”

The psychotic woman slammed her knee up again, this time smashing it into Daphne’s tits. She grunted and bucked from the blow, but Bellatrix just continued to slam her with one after the other while her arms were forced to stay away from her unprotected body. Daphne grunted shrilly with each repeated blow to her chest.

“And such pathetic little tits!” Bellatrix went on. “All that pureblood inbreeding didn’t help you there, now did it?”

Bellatrix suddenly let go of Daphne’s hands, slamming a bare foot into the downed student’s chest. It sent her tumbling backward, rolling through the ring as the bloodthirsty crowd cheered for more. Daphne groaned as she rubbed her chest, glancing up at her opponent. Bellatrix stood there waiting patiently for her to get up, looking like a cat toying with a mouse. Not five minutes had gone by and the match was looking like its direction was very clear.

Daphne bolstered her courage and got back up, breaking into a sprint as she went after Bellatrix. The older witch dodged aside at the last moment, catching Daphne by her hair and dragging her back towards her.

“Ah ah, little snake! Not slithering away just yet!” Bellatrix crowed playfully as she ripped at the fistfuls of blonde locks. Daphne’s eyes watered as she slapped and clawed the psychopath’s greedy hands.

Bellatrix ignored her desperate scrambling and coiled an arm around her latest victim’s neck. Daphne’s cries turned into choking noises as the older witch’s forearm pressed into her throat.

“What’s that, precious?” Bellatrix asked, craning her head theatrically. “No snooty words or butlers to help you, you measly little housecat?”

Daphne’s struggles proved fruitless in escaping the brunette’s clutches. Bellatrix only tightened her chokehold while freeing up one hand, leaving the pale girl to turn red-faced between frustration and the lack of air. It only grew worse as Bellatrix snaked her hand under her swimsuit, tracing her dark fingernails towards Daphne’s breasts.

“At least they bred you to be a pretty little pet,” Bellatrix taunted. Her nails tapped and trailed over Daphne’s skin like spider legs, visibly toying with her beneath the tight fabric of her one piece. Daphne’s mouth hung open in shock Lestrange pinched her fingertips around one of her nipples rolling and pulling on it. Daphne choked out a breathless moan, struggling to escape even harder with continued amounts of failure.

Her vision started to fade when suddenly her breathing cleared. She wasn’t even sure what was happening when Bellatrix released her and threw her into the nearby ropes. The stumbling Daphne bounced off the taut elastic, only to be met by a charging Bellatrix. The madly grinning witch smashed her forearm into Daphne’s chest, knocking her flat on her back while sending a stinging sensation through her still-hard nipples.

“And down she goes!” Bellatrix crowed triumphantly over the spasming Daphne. “Seems the purebloods taught her to lay on her back, at least!”

The audience laughed at Daphne’s expense while her tormentor returned for more. She took the younger witch by the legs and forced them apart with her hands, forcing the already clingy swimsuit to ride up into Daphne’s ass and crotch. She let out a shriek, grabbing at her aching thighs as the blue one piece wedged into a revealing cameltoe.

“Come now, dearie! It’s just like your practice for your wifely duties, isn’t it?”

“Stop! Stop it!” Daphne shrieked, feeling like her legs were going to tear off if Bellatrix stretched her any further. Even now she was digging her dark fingernails into her thigh muscles, adding to their burning agony.

“You’re right,” Bellatrix grinned. “We can’t go letting it get too boring, now can we?”

She shifted her weight to one leg and boosted off the mats, just to come dropping back down with a knee to Daphne’s pussy. The blonde student huffed loudly, curling into a fetal position as she clutched her crotch. She rolled in agony as Bellatrix rose to her feet, cackling and raising her hands to drink in the cheers of the crowd.

“So much for keeping that bloodline going! Good luck trying with a busted twat!” the serial witch gloated vulgarly. She milked her triumphant lead long enough that Daphne was on all fours by the time she turned back to her. Bellatrix strode after her and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her up for more punishment.

Daphne’s watering eyes flashed with fury as she swung a sudden uppercut between her legs. Bellatrix grunted and doubled over as her fist landed right in the elder witch’s pussy, getting her pale thighs to cross around it protectively.

“I am SICK of you running your mouth!” Daphne seethed. She hurried to her feet and pulled down on Bellatrix’s hair like it was a handhold to get her back up faster. She bent the stunned witch over and started slamming her forearm across her back, hammering her with blindsiding blows. The crowd of cutthroats muttered in pleasant surprise at the closer match while others shouted for Bellatrix to stop fooling around.

The comeback wouldn’t last. Bellatrix grinned in her bent over position, grabbing Daphne by the legs as she shoved her head between them. She suddenly stood upright, bucking the blonde over her shoulders with a firm toss that sent her flying overhead and back to the mats. Daphne landed on her back and shoulders as she cried out, clutching her neck after the rough landing.

“Oh don’t imagine you’re the first to punch me where the sun don’t shine,” Bellatrix joked playfully. She turned and drove a knee down into Daphne’s chest, drawing out one more grunt before she shifted her leg higher. The gasping blonde pushed helplessly at the pinning leg, her face returning to its breathless shade of red as it pressed on her throat. Bellatrix just smiled at her like she was an adorable infant rather than a dying girl.

“Precious little thing. Never so lovely as when they’re about to die,” Bellatrix chimed in her singsong voice.

She ran her hand down Daphne’s chest before starting to rub over the crotch of her opponent’s swimsuit. Daphne’s eyes went even wider as she felt her rubbing between the folds of her vagina, fingering her through the thin fabric as she started to black out. Even as she choked, Daphne’s body instinctively and spastically thrust against the fingers as the only good feeling she had left at the moment. The dampness of Daphne’s helplessly orgasming womanhood darkened the fabric of her bathing suit as her eyes rolled and she blacked out, Bellatrix’s pinning knee finally cutting off the blood and oxygen getting to her brain.

Bellatrix backed away to let Daphne’s body limply fall to the mats. The younger witch breathed softly, still unconscious as Bellatrix waved theatrically to her fellow sadists.

“Thank you! Thank you!” she showboated as she paraded around her fallen opponent.

“But I do believe the match isn’t quite over. The little one still breathes and there’s what? Another twenty minutes on the clock? Never trusted clocks. They’re only right twice a day you know.”

The mad witch grimaced, getting a few laughs from the cruel audience. She looked to her dark master, and Voldemort’s disfigured grin showed his approval. Bellatrix pantomimed a curtsy before she turned around and stomped her heel into Daphne’s crotch. The sudden jolt of pain made the Slytherin girl shriek and bolt up to a sitting position. She grabbed her groin with both hands, seeming to only just realize the wet spot from where she’d orgasmed during her suffocation.

“Rise and shine, dearest!” Bellatrix chimed in her off-key singsong voice. She grabbed Daphne by the hair and yanked her back to her feet while she was still cupping her crotch. Daphne staggered for a few steps before she lashed out, finally landing a direct hit as she drove a fist into Bellatrix’s lower belly.

The older witch huffed and doubled over, loosening her grip on Daphne’s hair enough that she could slip out of her clutches. The young pureblood’s eyes went wide with fury as she drove a few more vicious punches into the bigger woman’s body. She managed to drive Bellatrix back into a corner before she suddenly caught Daphne by the wrist. She looked up to meet her gaze with a wild grin on her face.

“Just thought you needed to get some confidence back in you,” the serial witch explained before twisting her arm backward.

Daphne shrieked as the pressure focused around her joint, wrenching her elbow before yanking the younger witch in the other direction. The younger witch found herself hurled into the ropes, the magically taut elastic sending her bouncing right back into Bellatrix’s eager grasp. The madwoman caught her around the middle and lifted her off her feet, viciously squeezing her arms and sides in a bearhug. Bellatrix’s crushing embrace got Daphne screaming almost instantly, kicking her feet in a desperate struggle to escape her hold.

“Oh what’s the matter, deary?” Bellatrix chimed in mock sympathy. “Didn’t your mummy and daddy ever hug you when they were raising their little breeder? Well, it looks like you’ve got some catching up to do.”

Daphne was barely listening to her ruthless mockery, screaming like she was trying to drown out her insults rather than reacting to the pain in her ribs. Bellatrix ground her chest against hers, mashing their breasts and hips together in the painfully intimate hold.

The bearhug only grew worse as Bellatrix forced her mouth into Daphne’s, drowning out her screams with a ravenous kiss. The Slytherin girl’s eyes went wide with shock and disgust, even as her body arched and her mouth stayed open to receive her obscene affection. Bellatrix drove her tongue down the younger witch’s throat as she rubbed her hips against her, trapping her in the torturous embrace.

Daphne started to gag and shudder as her eyes rolled back, their shared drool running down her cheek. Her body was stricken with the same mind-numbing confusion between suffering and arousal as before, and soon her struggles faded into useless writhing. It only made her body grind back against Bellatrix as if she enjoyed her molesting touch. It didn’t help any that she fell limp and spasmed as she orgasmed again from the undefended humping of her tormentor.

The crowd roared and cheered at how easily Bellatrix was handling her opponent/victim. She waved to the crowd theatrically before waving a tutting finger.

“Now now! She’s not through just yet. Look!”

The witch lifted up her opponent’s wrist and let it drop back to her side like a rag doll.

“There’s still some lift left in her. Let’s see if we can’t wake her back up.”

Bellatrix pushed the limp Daphne’s body into the ropes, letting her crumble listlessly against them. The elder witch pulled her arms behind her, draping them over the middle rope while the treacherous student faced the crowd like a captive prisoner. Bellatrix wove the top and middle ropes together like a sadistic spider wrapping her into her web before she reached between the ropes, lightly slapping Daphne’s cheek.

“Wakey wakey, dearie,” she chimed musically. When her victim still wouldn’t respond, Bellatrix’s face frowned sternly and delivered a much harder slap to her pale cheek. Her head snapped violently enough for her to break out of her unconscious stupor. She immediately tried to move, only to find her arms bound tight.

“There we are! And with plenty of time to keep playing with you!” Bellatrix noted with delight.

Daphne’s eyes darted to the theatrical clock, miserably noting just how slow it seemed to be ticking by. By now, she had abandoned hope of winning the match and was simply trying to escape.

Her efforts proved fruitless as Bellatrix had her way with the bound student. She grabbed and pulled down the shoulder straps of Daphne’s leotard, exposing her breasts to her enraptured audience. She cheered in delight at her drawn out ruining of the girl who struggled to at least try and cover up her breasts. She wailed as Bellatrix reached around her to cup and jiggle the younger witch’s breasts for her cohorts before pinching her nails around her nipples. She rolled them between her firm fingertips, starting to turn her tortured cries into heavy panting. In these life-or-death moments, her body was learning to respond to any positive feedback it could get.

“There’s a good girl,” Bellatrix purred as she ran her hands down Daphne’s body.

“You pureblood brats are always so obedient. So easy to tame.”

Her hand vanished under Daphne’s outfit, making a point to finger her roughly enough that the audience could see what she was doing. The rise and fall of her fingers beneath the tight fabric was obvious enough to get raunchy chuckles from the crowd and gawking gasps from Daphne herself. Her hips bucked in response to the stroking fingers that manipulated her clit, and her blurring brain’s basic instincts gladly clung to the pleasurable sensation.

“I see your parents trained you to do something right after all,” Bellatrix chortled.

Even with the mockery and laughter from all those around her (save the grimly smirking Voldemort himself), Daphne’s body responded just how Bellatrix wanted. Even when she wrapped an arm around the younger witch’s neck, Daphne humped her hand as she wheezed her fading breaths.

Even Bellatrix slapping or scratching inside her pussy got little more than a pathetic mewl from her. With one more wet choking sound, Daphne bucked and orgasmed over her hand again before hanging limply in the ropes like a pale scarecrow.

Bellatrix removed her hand from Daphne’s womanhood, sucking her fingers showily.

“Not bad at all. I simply must go back for seconds!”

Bellatrix undid Daphne’s bonds and pulled on the ropes, sending her body bouncing off of them to flop into the middle of the ring. The rough landing managed to wake her up again, looking especially pathetic as she struggled to crawl across the ring in her sweat and cum-stained leotard. Her eyes looked glassy and confused as Bellatrix caught her by the legs, dragging her roughly back towards her. Daphne shrieked as her breasts scraped across the mats.

“Not so fast, darling!” Bellatrix warned. She threw Daphne onto her back and wrapped her legs around her neck, squeezing hard enough to make her gag. The Slytherin girl drooled over Bellatrix’s thighs as she stared at her in dazed horror.

“Now now! Let’s not make this such a grim affair!” Bellatrix chirped.

While she choked her smaller rival, she leaned back to put more pressure on the hold. Daphne slapped at the mats trying to surrender or escape the torment. Bellatrix let her hand wander into the smaller witch’s leotard again, and just rubbing around the outside of her pussy was enough to get Daphne to stop struggling and moan complacently. She had finally been broken, and Bellatrix smiled to see the familiar look of a mentally drained woman at her mercy.

“Can’t wait for another, eh? Well it will be your last,” she warned, glancing at the clock. “You’ve five minutes to live, my dear. Don’t you want them to be pleasant ones?”

Daphne nodded, even if it wedged her face deeper into Bellatrix’s head scissors. The elder witch withdrew her hand from inside her, getting Daphne to let out a whining moan.

“Then beg for it. Beg like the pathetic little poodle you are and I may at least grant you that.”

Bellatrix gave one more tight squeeze of her legs before easing up on her grip. Daphne was suddenly able to breathe, the small mercy enough for her to break down rambling.

“I’m so sorry, Mistress Bellatrix! I didn’t want to fight you! I need your touch again! I want it so badly I’d die just to cum for you again! No one touches and treats me like you do! You’re amazing and powerful and beautiful! I wish I was half the witch you were and a fraction of the woman and wrestler you are! Please spare me this much! Please make me cum again!”

Bellatrix went on milking the last few moments of the match, slowly rubbing or fingering Daphne while she ranted and pleaded. She’d shift to pin or crush or bend the girl as she saw fit while making sure she had the air and attention enough to keep on groveling. When the last minute of the match arrived, she decided she had her fill.

“I suppose that will do,” Bellatrix sighed. She flexed and stroked her fingers, rapidly finger-fucking the girl beneath her leotard. Daphne gasped and thrashed as her mouth hung open, gagging and drooling until she was leaking a foam from her mouth. Her eyes remained open wide, unblinking as she passed out while squirting another pathetic orgasm past Bellatrix’s fingers.

A great bell sounded as the ring’s ropes disappeared around them. Daphne laid in a pathetic heap of half-dressed limbs and puddles of cum, grotesquely relieved to be allowed to cum in her final moments.

“We have our winner,” Voldemort declared. “Mistress Lestrange!”

The death eaters clapped and cheered around the pair of mismatched fighters. Daphne gurgled and started to stir as Bellatrix took a deep bow before she raised her hand. Her wand flew into her hand as she stood over the downed Daphne. The girl barely came to as Bellatrix aimed her weapon at the girl.

“Shame I couldn’t toy with you longer,” she said with a shrug. “But rules are rules. And my dark lord’s pleasure comes before my own.”

With a twisted grin, she flicked her wand towards the younger witch.

“Infernus.”

Daphne felt nothing at first, only a dread and a warm blush around her cheeks. The heat spread slowly through her until she realized it was unnatural. Painful even. She started to feel agonizing burning beneath her skin and insides as smoke came from her screaming mouth. She writhed and thrashed as she was burned from the inside out, her body containing the flames until she wretched out a thick plume of smoke from her nose and mouth. Fire suddenly sprang up from her body, consuming her all at once as if she were made of tissue paper. Only ash and a few blackened bones were left of her.

“Well then… who’s next!?” Bellatrix asked with a cheerful tone.