LunaLove: Restrictions Against She

"Of course, we could do this without breaking you. I would prefer to do it that way. Yes... we need to think about this a bit more. What the Dark Lord doesn't know can't hurt him."

Lily watched as Narcissa slipped through the door leaving her tied. The female stared at the food, taking in the smells. Her mouth twisted up into a frown and her stomach began to feel the need for food. Her stomach began to grumble and she found herself finally giving in to the idea that she needed substance and tried moving to where she was in a position so that she could stick her face into the food. As she leaned forward she found herself tilting to the point she lost her balance and fell to the ground in a painful manner. Adding to her bad luck she crashed into the nightstand and she felt the food fall onto her. She took a few deep breaths, taking in her predicament.

It was then that the door opened and she saw two sets of footsteps at the door. The voice of Lucius Malfoy could be heard. "You're the one who split the food Ms. Evans. Thus you need to clean it up."

The female worked to sit up, a frown on her face. "What you mean to say is for me to lap it off the carpet."

"There are ways we can make you do this."

"Lucius..." Narcissa frowned.

"We have no choice. She has no choice either."

The woman let out a sigh. "For now Ms. Evans I'll say that if we don't treat you like a slave he'll kill not just you, but ourselves and our son He'll likely find a way to kill your son as well, considering the fact he knew how to find you."

"I thought you said you we're going to break me."

"I think that we should break you." Lucius snapped. "Things will go easier this way."

"I'll be more at ease if we don't. The method of not breaking you involves being truthful about the fact all three of us are toys to do the masters bidding. And before you say he is no master of you, think honestly of the situation your in."

"I'm only complying with master Lucius command because I am still thinking this situation out." Lily glared at the man. She then bent over and began to lick up the soup to the best of her ability. They were finally satisfied and left. She found her lying in a mess, her hair caked with soup. She also couldn't remain standing so she found her cheek against a soggy wet puddle. Lily couldn't help the fact she still felt humiliated despite the fact she made the choice to do everything herself. She knew her position in all of this mess. Even with the consent, she was still their slave.

The door opened and her eyes darted up and she saw Narcissa slip over to the chair. "Did you know that the Wizarding World is quite partial to the works of William Shakespeare? Even we don't know his true blood status, he is such an enigma. I decided to read to you the work, The Taming of the Shrew." Narcissa started into the work and when she finished she snapped the book shut. "Now do you understand the kind of predicament you are in Ms. Evans? In Lord Voldemort's society you as a Muggleborn have a different standing socially then we do, thus it is our job to groom you to be whatever role we fill best fits you in our society. We shan't be telling you what the role is, but for now think of yourself as our property. No... you're a pet. When you've been trained right, you will be a pampered pet who will not have to worry about being a poor work mule, or the animals the Death Eaters hunt."

Narcissa then sat up and pulled Lily up by the nape of her neck, grabbing the clothing and dragging her to a corner room.. "I hate having to do this to you, but it really is for your own good what we're doing." She pulled the woman to a door and Lily thought she would have a place to escape, but this door led to a bathroom with a deep tub and beautiful sinks. Now that she thought of it, the room was in fact beautiful, not something she expected for herself from the Malfoy's. She watched as Narcissa began to draw up a bath for her. The woman then turned to her. "I can not yet untie you, and yet those clothes need to go."

Lily frowned. "I have a good idea where this is going, what is wanted of me. The pampered pet tends to have papers of some kind that gives them some kind of pedigree. They are in turn bred to another of pedigree to produce a child."

"Yes. You have this right. Would you prefer that we play this game with you to ease what is to come, or would you rather we force it on you. Except technically you're not some dog of pedigree. However, you are our bitch, to carry a pup to term." Narcissa paused. "I heard that Muggles call this role play."

"Why stop at the pet role play? I may not like the role I have to play here, but the ultimate goal is to fool Voldemort is it not." Lily found herself looking Narcissa in the eye, and couldn't help but notice Naricssa eyeing her carefully, sizing her up. "However, I must agree with your husband that the best way to go about things is to break me." The woman continued to look at the ground. "Break me, and I'll be unable to go back to James. I won't be myself anymore, so I need to fight everything to remain myself."

"I disagree. However, since you realize that is the goal... we can't turn on him. Lucius pride gets in the way. But his stipulations were quite clear about what we were to do with you. Lucius is to get you pregnant, he is then once you are well enough along let you go. The idea is that we will have to break you to get you pregnant and that you will blunder back to your husband. He is the type who would take you being pregnant even if it wasn't your choice as a blow to his ego. He won't want the child, he'll reject you. However, if we don't break you then you can go where you need to until the child is born."

"You think that I can just give up a child like that?"

"I think you can if it was for the child's best interests. No... I think you and I think a lot alike." Narcissa then spoke again. "Since you are a wild animal we are taming I can not as of yet remove the ropes. This means that I have to cut your clothes away from your body and be forced to bathe you myself. On the positive side Lucius is not doing it, but on the negative side of things I am obsessive about cleanliness and personal hygiene."

Narcissa then pushed Lily to the ground and cut off her clothing. She first started by removing Lily's top, and the red-head couldn't help but whimper at the coldness. Soon though the other clothes left, and the ropes chaffed against her body, digging in. Narcissa of course hadn't been joking about her obsessiveness when it came to cleanliness. The woman went over her body three times and washed her hair three times as well. When she was finished she tugged Lily from the room and pulled her up on the bed. The woman of course used no towel. "The House Elves can't get in here, so I will be forced to clean that. I'm glad the floor is not carpeted."

Lily lay there looking at the ceiling while her body was dripping wet, thinking about the situation she was in. "I honestly don't want this situation. Nobody likes being mistreated, but if you think about it in the long run the treatment they are giving me isn't the kind that is supposed to break me, but make me stronger. I mean... if they wanted to break me, they would have beaten me silly by now. Chances are they'll have to do that a few times so I have bruises to show off to Voldemort."

Narcissa finished and went and got a towel and roughly dried Lily off so her skin was redder then it was when she had gotten out of the bath. The woman then spoke. "Animals don't wear clothes."

"No... they don't." Lily felt the ropes cut away.

"At least you have some bedding to keep you warm." Narcissa slipped away then and Lily let out a sigh. The woman paused in the door way. "I honestly have to get something else for you. I couldn't stand that Muggle filth you were wearing and felt if I cut it up I would get no complaints once I got you the new clothing."

Lily wondered why they simply didn't get things over with, but closed her eyes to try to sleep as well as she could with no clothes, and shivering wet. The torture had begun, and there was nothing romantic about the situation she was in. Instead, it was just plain cruel.