This is an updated version. The previous did not flow as i'd hoped. I may edit it again, as I'm still not happy with it. Please be advised, that this story is deemed non-con, as the female character is being held against her will.
I am still working on my other stories, but my plot bunnies are off hiding in holes at the moment, but hopefully, I will be able to coax them out with some choice carrotts!
Gifts of Pleasure
Chapter 1
The Gift
Voldemort had won. Witches and Wizards serving on the side of good were scattered around the country trying to keep themselves hidden. Many Muggles and Muggle-born Witches and Wizards had been killed as a result of Voldemort coming to power. He had also ordered the capture of Muggle-borns so they could be put to work as slaves for his most trusted Death Eaters.
Thalia was captured two weeks after Voldemort's triumph. She was held for several days, and her wand was destroyed. She had not been given any food or water, and no one had come to check on her. She had lost track of time when two Death Eaters came to bring her before the Dark Lord in a daze. He had apparently made a decision over what was to be done with her. She did not hear him command someone to take her away. She was incredibly weak and had no idea what had happened to her until she was Apparated to a house in the middle of nowhere.
She was taken inside and lead to a small bedroom on the second floor. She collapsed on the bed, falling into a deep sleep almost at once, and she slept through the night.
Thalia was awoken early the next morning when a house-elf sharply opened the curtains. She sat up and noticed a figure standing in the doorway: Lucius Malfoy. She made no move to get up. She had no idea what he expected of her, or if she was even welcome.
"I trust you slept well?" he asked.
She didn't dare speak, and so simply gave a quick nod.
"I have clothes for you. I expect you to be washed and dressed by the time I return," he ordered.
He laid the clothes down on the edge of the bed and strode out of the room with the elf right behind him.
Thalia picked up the plain blue wraparound dress and a thin cardigan. There were no undergarments of any description, and the footwear consisted of thin, flat-soled shoes.
She quickly showered in the adjoining bathroom and put on the dress. She had to wear the pants she had been in for two weeks and vowed to wash them at the earliest opportunity.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her stomach doing somersaults as she waited for Lucius to return.
Fifteen minutes later, he entered the room and ran his eyes over the woman sitting on the bed. She was looking down at her hands and had yet to say a word to him. He let himself lean against the doorframe and smirked to himself. She was so obviously terrified of what he might do. The control he had over her was incredibly arousing. He would thoroughly enjoy asserting his control.
The dress he had given her, fit perfectly. Her frame was of a similar size to Narcissa's. The only difference being that she was slightly shorter and her breasts were larger. Her lips were entrancing to him: Full rosy lips that quivered slightly under his quiet scrutiny.
"Stand," he ordered.
Thalia stood with her hands hanging ridged by her side. Lucius circled her, letting his hands trail over her arms. He came back round to face her and untied the two bows that were holding the dress together under her right arm. He let it fall open, revealing her naked underneath save for the dirty underwear.
Lucius drank in every inch of her. He had chosen her carefully from all the Mudbloods captured at the end of the war because of her beauty and femininity. The first time he had seen her, he had been taken in by her. She had golden blonde hair that spanned the length of her back in waves. Her eyes were an ocean blue that resonated innocence. He had desperately wanted to claim her body as his, so he had pleaded with the Dark Lord for her to be his.
He was dismayed to find that she was still wearing those awful dirty pants, so he gave her a stern look. He took hold of the gusset and ripped them sharply from her, eliciting a frightened gasp.
"You will not wear undergarments in this house. You will be required to take a potion that will stop your cycle. Underwear will not be needed," he said with force.
She kept her eyes trained on the floor, not daring to move or speak. It was suddenly becoming clear what her task would be while Lucius had use for her. Visions of being chained up in a cellar and Lucius raping her whenever he felt like flashed through her mind.
"While you are here, you will do as ordered. When you are summoned, you will respond with haste. Your body belongs to me. You will perform no magic, and you will be bound to this house. When you are not called upon, you may entertain yourself as you please. You may have the run of any room in the house that is not otherwise locked or warded. The house-elves are not here to service you. Should you require anything, such as food, you must prepare it yourself. You will find more clothes in the dresser. It will be up to you to care for them."
Thalia felt unbelievably confused and bewildered. She was a prisoner in his house, but she was allowed to do as she pleased. She would be called upon for sex but was otherwise in charge of her own care.
Lucius, who could see her trying to come to terms with what he had said, lifted her head up to look into her eyes.
"You are alive because I chose you. Had you not been chosen by any of the other Death Eaters, you would be dead now. I would not recommend trying to escape; these grounds are heavily warded and protected by ages old charms. Do not displease me. Fortune will not favour you," he added.
He let her face go and swept from the room. She stood frozen on the spot, unsure what to do. She was far too afraid of him to be defiant. She was not afraid of dying, but the thought of not knowing when it would come was terrifying.
She did not venture out of the room all day, not even to eat. She did not know if he had been serious about her being able to have access to the rest of the house, so she simply sat on the bed, going over possible scenarios in which he would expect her to perform. She was not sexually experienced in the slightest. She was still a virgin at the age of 26. She had been quiet and shy at Hogwarts, and she had not made friends easily. She had always known that the reason she had been placed in Hufflepuff was that she simply didn't fit in anywhere else.
The sun was starting to set, and darkness was starting to fill the room, when a house-elf appeared in the doorway.
"Master Malfoy requests your presence in his bedchamber," the little elf said.
Thalia stared at the elf, a small amount of terror washing over her.
"It would not do to disobey the Master," the elf added.
He then turned and walked out of the room. Thalia hesitantly followed the elf out of the room and down the hall. The elf stopped outside the last room at the end of the corridor and knocked on the door before Thalia could say anything.
"Enter," the voice said from inside.
Thalia looked down to find the elf gone. She cautiously opened the door and peered in. Lucius sat by a large open fire, caressing a glass tumbler with what appeared to be whisky in it. A king-size four-poster bed, with some of the most expensive satin and silk sheets and pillows she had ever seen, sat opposite the fire.
"Shut the door," Lucius ordered without getting up.
Thalia stepped into the room and quietly closed the door. She stood with her back to it, staring down at her feet, when Lucius got up and walked casually over to her. He stopped mere inches away from her, and his towering height intimidated her. She was only 5 feet 6 and felt completely dwarfed by him. He used his free hand to untie the two bows holding her dress closed and let the dress slip down her shoulders to the floor. A deep crimson flush immediately suffused her face as he ran his eyes over her body.
She felt utterly humiliated and embarrassed. No one had ever seen her naked before, and she felt completely overexposed and incredibly vulnerable.
He used his free hand to caress her breasts, pinching the nipples to harden them. He smirked at her small sharp intake of breath and ran his hand slowly down her stomach and into the soft thatch of curls resting between her legs. He curled his fingers, revelling in the silky feel of her as she kept her eyes pointed downwards. He stroked a finger down between her lips and massaged her entrance, feeling her tense immediately at the contact. He slowly pushed his finger inside a few inches and moved his finger in and out in a languid motion.
After several seconds, he removed it and lifted it to his nose. He inhaled deeply before plunging it into his mouth. He sucked hard on her juices, moaning in appreciation. He withdrew his finger and stepped back from her.
"Sit on the bed with your back to the headrest," he commanded as he turned from her and downed the contents of his glass.
He set the glass down on the mantel and began to undress. He watched as Thalia gingerly sit on the bed, shuffling herself backwards, trying not to rumple the sheets.
Lucius finished undressing and stood watching Thalia clasp her hands together in her lap. He slowly walked over to the bed, idly stroking himself as he considered his options on how best to proceed.
He was by no means into torturous sex or bondage, but he wanted her to comply fully with his demands. He knew frightening beyond her wits would not do. She would simply be too scared to immerse herself in pleasure with him. While his own needs were his priority, he had always been a man who enjoyed giving pleasure as much as taking it. It was more for his own ego, rather than being unselfish, that he did this, but his partners never seemed to complain. He knew that she would probably lie there and take it, knowing that refusing him would bring about her own demise, but he wasn't turned on by forced sex. He never understood why some of the Death Eaters enjoyed raping women, and occasionally men, when it was much more satisfying if the other person was reciprocating rather than struggling.
He got onto the bed and positioned himself so that he was kneeling over her thighs, his cock bobbing proudly mere inches from her face. She had not looked up, and he was beginning to wonder if she had any experience at all.
"Have you never been presented with a naked man before?" he asked curiously.
Thalia shook her head slightly. She closed her eyes in expectation of some form of reprimand, but none came.
"Am I to believe that you are completely untouched?" he asked with a measure of scepticism.
Again, she nodded.
Lucius took hold of her chin and gently lifted her face until he could see her eyes. She was forced to look at him, as looking down, would put his cock in full view.
"Do not worry yourself over uncertainty. You will learn what to do soon enough," he said, trying to reassure her.
He then shuffled himself down the bed to her feet and pulled her sharply down until she was lying flat from the force. She gasped and grabbed hold of the sheets on instinct.
"Relax. I'm not going to harm you unless you force me to," he said upon hearing her fright.
He crawled up her body, coming to rest at her side with his hand resting on her stomach. Her hands were still clutching the sheets of the bed as he brought a hand up to her breasts. He smiled slightly as he watched her swallow thickly at his tweaking of a nipple.
As she felt his hand move to the other breast, she silently prayed that it was not happening. Unfortunately, her body was not so sure. She felt tiny jolts of electricity shoot down to her abdomen as he lowered his tongue to swirl around the nipple. She turned her head away from him in utter humiliation, a red flush creeping its way onto her cheeks. She was mentally disparaging herself for her body reacting to his ministrations. She did not want to be reacting at all. She simply wanted it over with.
He kept his mouth trained on her breasts as he let his hand wander down to her soft curls. He let his fingers trail lazily through them before lightly caressing her warm nub. She stifled a gasp at the intimate contact, making Lucius focus more attention there.
Despite desperately trying to keep control of her body, she felt herself grow moist from his attentions. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to tell herself that it was not happening, and she was taken aback when he moved his finger to her entrance.
He dipped his finger inside her an inch and could feel her moistness increase. She was incredibly tight, even though she was moist. Encouraged by her growing arousal, he dipped the finger in a little deeper, circling it around the soft sponge he found as he probed deeper. He continued to move his finger inside her until he had it in to the hilt. He had to admit, he was a little surprised that she was still a virgin. She was very desirable and could easily have had her choice of willing men. However, from her mere demeanour, he could tell she was not that kind of woman. She probably didn't realise just how beautiful she was.
He lowered his thumb to brush her nub, moved it in time to his finger thrusts, and chuckled to himself at her stifled gasps. She was desperately trying to remain impassive and failing miserably. She felt an overwhelming urge to thrust her hips upwards to gain more contact, but she stamped the feeling down as he increased his pace.
"Things will go much easier for you if you simply let go," he whispered.
She would not deny him his pleasure, but she would much prefer it if he simply took what he wanted and left her alone. She didn't want to respond to him. She didn't even know him. She was being held against her will, and he would surely dispatch of her should he tire of her.
He felt her core twitch as her climax approached and rubbed furiously at her nub. His cock hardened for a second time as her gasps became more pronounced.
"Let it go. Come for me!" he whispered huskily in her ear.
Thalia tried furiously to quash her orgasm but was too late to stop it as she felt the tingles turn to rushing waves. She sucked in a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut as her core clenched around his pounding finger.
"Good… yes… come for me…" he crooned as he slowed his finger inside her.
The waves subsided, and he removed his hand from her, bringing it up to his face so taste her release. He sat up and moved to her feet. He leant forward, took hold of her knees, and pulled them apart. He crawled in-between her legs and settled himself looking down into her anguished face. He could tell she was mortified by allowing herself to react to him, albeit unwillingly, but it was something she would have to get use to.
"I can teach you to be instrumental in my pleasure, if you will allow me. Not that you have much choice. It really will be much easier if you simply surrender yourself to me. I will not cause you too much pain, unless it suits me to do so. You simply have to accept that you are mine," he said pressing himself into her body, making her feel his hardness.
He brought his knees up to either side of her hips, and raised himself up onto his hands. He stared down at her, watching silent tears drop from her eyes onto the pillow beneath her head. He let his gaze wander over her body, and was more than pleased with what he saw. He had been instantly attracted to her from the moment he had seen her in the dungeons of Voldemort's lair. He had then put the idea to Voldemort about using some of the Muggle-born's as slaves for the most faithful of his Death Eaters. It had taken some persuasion, but in the end, Lucius had gotten what he had wanted. He always did.
He hooked his arms under hers, and pulled her to a sitting position. He stood up on his knees, letting his cock jut out inches from her face.
"Open your mouth," he coaxed softly as he took hold of the head of his cock.
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. She felt something damp, hot and hard press against her lips, forcing her to open her mouth wider.
Lucius pushed himself several inches into her mouth, making sure not to make her gag. He gently placed his free hand at the back of her head to hold it in place, and began slowly moving himself in and out of her mouth. She did not attempt to suck on his length, and he could see she was shaking a little.
"Keep your lips around me. Think of it as sucking on a lolly. Use your tongue around the head, but keep your teeth under your lips," he instructed gently.
Thalia tried her best to do as he said, but it was not easy since she was not in control of the movements, and was afraid of him forcing himself down her throat. She tentatively placed the tip of her tongue on the head and slowly licked upwards. Some of his precum dribbled onto her tongue. It was a big surprise, especially as she initially thought he had climaxed. It tasted a little sweet, which was not what she was expecting. She had listened to her dormmates talk about boys and sexual stuff during her final years at Hogwarts, and had heard that a man's release tasted rather like sea salt. This was rather like strawberry sauce, except not as fruity.
She continued to suck lightly as he moved himself in her mouth. She could hear pleasured moans and gasps coming from him and could feel his hardness increase as the moans got louder.
He suddenly stopped moving as he felt his climax approach. He quickly grasped hold of himself and furiously massaged the base of his cock as he kept the head in her mouth. He sucked in a breath as he felt his balls tighten, and threw his head back, groaning as his seed shot into her mouth. He felt her head jerk back a little at the shock of his release, but he held her fast as he emptied himself fully.
He withdrew after his orgasm had subsided somewhat and watched her bring a hand up to her mouth. He thought she was about to spit his semen out into it and grasped hold.
"Swallow it. Surely it is not that distasteful?" he said.
She gulped it down, feeling tears forming in the corners of her eyes. He let go of her hand and reached for a glass of water on the bedside table. He held it out to her. She glanced up at him.
"Semen can leave your mouth dry. I can assure you that it is only water. If I wanted you dead, there are more effective ways of doing so," he stated simply.
She took the glass from him and sipped some of the water. When she did not take another, Lucius took it from her and placed it back on the table. He then picked up a vial of blue pearly liquid. He held it out to her.
"The potion that will stop your cycle. You must take it once a month," he stated.
She took the vial and slowly tipped its contents down her throat. It had a rather metallic taste, but it was not wholly unpleasant. He took the empty bottle from her and placed it next to the glass of water.
Her breathing increased as she realised what was about to happen. She had always hoped that she could save her virtue for someone she was in love with. It wasn't a requisite to be married, but all she had wanted was to be with someone she knew and trusted. Instead, it will be taken by a man known by the rest of the Wizarding world as one of the most unscrupulous and dangerous people alive.
He pulled her down once more and lay on top of her, watching her lips quiver in fear.
Lucius took hold of his cock and slowly rubbed it along her lips, spreading her juices; drops of his precum mixed with her release as he probed her entrance. He pushed himself slowly several centimetres into her, breaking her hymen, and held still, allowing her time to become accustomed to his considerable girth. He breathing had increased at the force, and she had squeezed her eyes shut. He heard a quiet cry escape her lips as he sheathed himself to the hilt.
He put an arm under her neck and pressed his lips to her ear.
"Shhhh… the pain will ease. Relax yourself. There can be no enjoyment for me if you do not allow yourself to succumb to me," he whispered.
He pulled himself out to the head and thrust in hard. Thalia whimpered at the intrusion, still clenching tightly in an unconscious effort to force his cock out of her. He simply thrust harder and faster the second time, forcing her to relax, lest she wanted the pain to increase.
She forced herself to relax her muscles as he took his pleasure. He began his rhythm and kept his pace steady and sure, breathing and groaning into her ear. She kept her eyes shut and kept a grip of the sheets beside her body as he increased his pace.
The tightness of her virgin centre was becoming his undoing as he neared his orgasm. He felt the tightness in his balls and the pooling of his abdomen and thrust harder and faster, moaning loudly into her ear and gripping the hair at the back of her neck.
He pounded into her with a speed and unbridled need he had not felt since the death of Narcissa. He slammed into her two more times and growled as he shot his seed deep into her. He slowly thrust a couple more times before pulling out of her and collapsing onto the bed beside her.
Thalia was still breathing heavily as she felt his come dribble out of her. She felt disgusting and humiliated. It was not how she pictured rape to be. He had tried to get her to enjoy it, but she had been incredibly reluctant to succumb to an act she had not consented to.
Lucius got up from the bed and walked unabashed to the bathroom, his softening cock still visibly protruding from him. He used the toilet without closing the door and watched as Thalia continued to lie on the bed, not making any moves to retreat.
He came back into the room and strode over to the bed. He kept his eyes on her as her breathing slowed.
"Not as enjoyable as it could have been but that was to be expected from a novice. You will learn soon enough. You may go," he stated and walked over to collect his glass from the mantel.
Thalia hesitantly got up and picked up her dress from the floor. She did not look back as she opened the door. Part of her expected him to kill her on the spot, but he didn't. She quickly shut the door behind her and ran back to her room as the unshed tears began to rush from her eyes.
