Lockdown! Part 2
They have their girl, now to play keep away. A former ally is discovered. Fenrir makes a friend. Advice is given. New additions. Hermione's first time, not exactly how she wanted it to go.
Scabior was having trouble getting the girl inside. At the sight of Fenrir, she had suddenly gone wild. Kicking and hitting him, squirming so much that, as strong and solidly built as Scabior was, she might very well be able to break his hold on her! Finally, he got her through the doorway. As she continued to fight him, he staggered across the kitchen, slamming them both into the wall. She hung there, breathlessly, in his hands. He leaned against her, burying his face in her hair, trying to catch his breath from that wicked little fight.
Fenrir leaned against the counter, watching them calmly. He shook his head and straightened up. At this rate, Scabior was going to have her killed if she started fighting him again. The boy had a white hot hair trigger temper. It was one reason it had taken so long for him to be approved into the project. He'd been a fighter inside. Once the older inmates understood to leave him the fuck alone or face Fenrir, the younger inmates would instigate fights with him. Much to their own shock, though, they always ended up in the infirmary and Scabior in solitary. He'd been in so many fights and spent so much time in solitary, he'd actually used his dull, rusted spoon to carve 'Scabior's room' into the wall right beside the door. The guards had rolled their eyes at that one, as he smirked in satisfaction. Finally, the fighting had gradually eased off and he had improved his own behavior enough to be considered for the project.
Fenrir had, early on, been given a shot at getting out. He'd been put into the release, the first year he was inside. It had taken place at the end of the month he'd been incarcerated. He knew, however, if he left the boy inside, by himself, he wouldn't come out alive. He'd already been injured, healed and was fighting everyone who looked at him wrong. It was as if that first beating had turned him into a wild animal, there for a while. It had taken all the patience Fenrir had, to calm the boy down and knock that skittishness back out of him. He'd been that way, also, when he first came to the city and began working with Fen, stealing cars. So, that first release, he'd deliberately not even tried hard to catch a girl, had let himself be one of the first ones recaptured and been disqualified from participating again until three years had passed. This time, though, was serious business. This might be Scabior's only shot at an early release date. If they could keep themselves and this little bit of fluff hidden for the next three days, they'd be out, for three years anyway.
The girl had caught her breath and was already fighting him, again, tooth and nail. He had her pinned to the wall but it wasn't keeping her from trying her damnedest to scratch his eyes out and bite him everywhere she could reach. She wasn't making a sound, almost as if she knew, if she was going to win this fight, she'd need every ounce of energy to do it. He could tell Scabior was getting pissed off, fast. He'd never known the boy to strike a female but that wasn't to say he never would. From the looks of things, he was going to have to run interference or she might end up BEING the first one he ever struck. He walked over to them. He clapped his hand over the girl's mouth and nose. Then he tapped Scabior's shoulder. Scabior growled angrily and huffed at him. He simply laid his hand on the boy's neck and pressed down on the pressure point. Scabior's eyes rolled back and he went down. He caught the back of his vest and lowered him before he hit the floor. Her eyes were wide. He shook his finger at her and applied the same pressure on her neck. He looked at the petite girl as she passed out as well.
He hugged her to him as he carried her upstairs. He'd already determined that Scabior was getting her first, but he was going to need to keep a cool head, so as not to hurt her. For that, Fenrir needed to prepare her for him. From the looks of the girl and knowing his boy's taste in women, he'd grabbed a first timer. He took the girl into the bedroom and laid her down. As usual, Scabior had outdone himself. The girl was a little beauty. How he'd determined that from so far away from the girl, Fenrir had no clue, but that was Scabior for you. Before she woke up, he stripped her and tied her down to the bed. Not too tight but tight enough where she couldn't wriggle her way free. She also had some room to move but that was limited also. Then he waited for her to open her eyes.
Hermione woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom. 'What? Where was she?' turning her head, she saw the man sitting beside her. She let out a scream, only to realize she was gagged. He stroked her hair and smiled. "Evening, girly. Sorry for the poor reception. Limited options, you know." She tried to move away, only to realize she was tied down. She yanked both arms and legs before she was satisfied that she was well and truly trapped. "Yeah, I had to make sure you couldn't get away from us. I'm sorry you got caught up in this situation. It's a bad deal all around but especially for the girls. You have to put up with us plus babies."
"If it was only me, I'd let you go. Aside from the guards taking their frustration out on us with weekly beatings, prison isn't so bad for me. Three squares a day, daily newspaper, books from the commissary, it wouldn't bother me to go back in. But my boy, now that's another story and that's where you come in, missy. You see, he wasn't supposed to be in prison. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and refuses to speak up and clear himself. Though, he might have ended up in there on his own, I admit. He does have a temper on him. But, at the time he was caught, he WASN'T doing anything but hanging out with me. Course I was stealing a car at that time, like I said, wrong place, wrong time."
He laid down beside her and kissed her on the cheek. She whimpered as he slid one arm under her. "Shhh, easy now, girl. This will go a lot faster and smoother if you just let it happen, don't fight it." He flicked her earlobe and gently nipped it, feeling her jump and gasp involuntarily. He kissed all the way down to the pulse point at the base of her neck. While doing that, he was also squeezing and rubbing her breasts. He was trying to get her loosened up enough so she wouldn't give Scabior too much of a fight. He moved down to give the breasts more attention.
Suddenly, she felt his hand down THERE, where nobody went but her. She tried to roll away but was stopped by the ties. He rolled her back over and put his hand back down there. She was whimpering again, begging him to stop. He slid one finger in and she couldn't stop a small moan from escaping her throat. As he slowly massaged between her legs, his finger sunk a little deeper with each stroke. She hated herself but couldn't hide the fact that her body was enjoying the attention. He kept going until he hit the barrier he was feeling for. 'Oh, yes, Scabior was definitely going to enjoy this one.' He could teach her all the ways to please him and give her pleasure in return. Fenrir didn't attempt to go deeper and he avoided the g-spot. Those were for Scabior to discover. He did keep going back and discovering exactly how many times he could make her jump and shiver by nipping her earlobes and licking the peaks of her breasts. The girl might hate what was happening to her but she couldn't hide her body's reaction from him.
He heard the footsteps before she did. He had her gasping, head thrown back, squealing in anger as she did her best to still get away from him. She glared as Scabior walked into the room. He sat down on the other side of her. "I must admit, boy, you did very good! She's a fighter, she is!" he softly bragged to Scabior, who smiled wickedly at her. He leaned over, slid an arm under her as Fenrir pulled back and sat up. "I loosened her up for you, boy. She IS a first timer, so go easy on her. You might wanna pay special attention to her lobes and her nips." He smiled as she kicked at Scabior. "I'll be downstairs, keeping watch. You kids have fun!" he chuckled as Scabior kicked his boots off. He walked out of the room as Scabior removed his pants.
Before going downstairs, he took the time to look around the rest of the house he'd chosen. It was sturdily built and would actually be perfect for them, IF they were able to play hide and seek long enough to evade recapture. He had no doubt they would be looking for the girl soon. One of the first places they would look would be the old house door. He discovered a window that opened out of the back. When he climbed out, he discovered a very small balcony. He walked to the edge and looked off. It was a fairly large drop to the ground. But something caught his eye. He knelt to check it out. He laughed out loud, there was a small ledge hidden under the balcony. It was just big enough to lay on and very tricky to see from above. There would be no seeing it from below. He kept that in mind for an emergency exit, should the need arise.
He went back into the house. As he passed the room, he heard small whimpers of pain and low murmuring but no screams. That was good, it meant Scabior hadn't lost his temper with the girl. They would need her to be, at least somewhat, cooperative. This was going to be much harder on her than either of them. She was going to be the most heavily burdened. Now that he and Scabior both had made it out, he wanted to back away but he had to make sure Scabior was secure first. He couldn't handle watching his boy go back into lockup.
He walked down the stairs and was just about to go to the front room when a bright beam of light flashed across the wall in front of him. He flattened himself against the hallway beside the doorjamb. He slid down and peered around the corner. Apparently, they were already starting the roundup or else the girl's parents already knew she was gone. He heard the door knob rattling. "It's broken! Someone's been here!" he heard. He heard several sets of running feet coming up the steps. He darted back upstairs, cursing silently.
He banged the door twice to give Scabior a heads up. "Get dressed, now!" he snapped before he threw the door open. The boy was fast! He was already off the bed and his pants pulled back up, but not fastened. He quickly pulled his boots on. "My vest!" then relaxed as Fenrir snagged it out of his pocket, having found it on the floor, halfway up the stairs. Fenrir didn't loosen the ties on Hermione's hands or feet but simply untied them from the bedposts. Wrapping her in a blanket he'd found, he picked her up and led the way out of the room to the window he'd found.
He opened it and went out, leading Scabior to the edge and pointing down. Scabior knelt, looked and raised back up with a knowing grin on his face. He climbed down and received her as Fenrir passed her down. After sitting her against the wall, he raised back up and caught Fen's foot. "You're not going to let them take you back in, are you? I can't do this on my own, you know that! I'll have her killed in a month! You gotta stay with us!" he pled. Fen knelt and spoke softly to him. "C'mon, pup! You know me better than that! When have the cops ever caught me, except the one time I didn't know they were there, hmm? You just get on with filling that little girl up with babies, I'll take care of the cops." Scabior nodded and ducked out of sight.
Fenrir ducked back into the house, closing and locking the window, then wiping it down to destroy any fingerprints left behind. He slipped downstairs, entering the kitchen as the cops got the front door open. He stood at the back door until he heard the whole group of them inside. Checking outside, the coast was clear. They clearly didn't think there was a need to guard the back door. He stretched, cracked his neck and then boldly strode to the door separating them. He threw it open and froze, dramatically acting as though they had caught him off-guard. Then he turned and fled out the back, a dozen cops right on his heels. It would take that many just to take him down IF, that is, they could catch up to him long enough to lay hands on him!
He wasn't the best car thief in the city for nothing. The first rule, he'd learned quickly, was the theft didn't always work. If you couldn't outrun the cops after aborting a car theft, you were in the wrong business! He ran quickly through backyards all the way up the block, then shot across and went back down the other side. It was for this reason also that he'd insisted they walk the entire block.
He came to a house directly across the street and flattened against it. Using the shadows, he made it to the back door and twisted the knob. To his surprise, it easily opened. He stepped inside and ducked below the window just as the cops made it to this yard. The lights danced across the walls and he crawled across to the kitchen table. Getting under it, he closed the chairs around himself. There was a banging knock on the back door. A young blonde girl came running in, breathless, followed by three children on her heels, crying. She opened the door and peered out cautiously. "Mrs. Dolohov, sorry to bother you. Have you seen anyone run through here in the last three to five minutes?" she shook her head. "Again, sorry to bother you." As the door closed, Fenrir heard one of the other cops question the first one. "That's it? You're just going to take her word that Greyback didn't come through here?" The first one was defensive, from the sound of his voice. "Listen, I'm not traumatizing her any more than necessary! That tosser she was forced to marry, terrorizes her enough, every single day without us adding to it!"
Dolohov. His eyes narrowed angrily. If there was one person in this whole city he despised, more than Tom Riddle, for setting him up for a fall, it was Dolohov for sending Scabior straight into that same trap. Hell, he wasn't even that upset about Tom. He was a maniacally paranoid psychopath who flipped his shit over the tiniest little things and threw everyone under the bus, at one point or another. But Dolohov, he'd KNOWN Fenrir was pulling a job, why the fucking HELL he'd send Scabior to find him, at just that particular time, he god honestly wanted to know before he ripped the man's lungs out and crammed them up his ass!
He watched as the girl turned around and froze, staring at the table. He realized, then, she must have known she hadn't straightened those chairs up that way. She herded her children into the other room. He heard the telly come on and some kind of kiddie show start playing. Then she came back to the kitchen. She looked on the verge of tears. She pulled out the chair directly in front of him and set it to the side. She totally confounded him when she laid down in the floor in front of him. "Please, just make it quick and please don't hurt me." She whispered softly. He stared at her in shock. 'This was Dolohov's wife, offering herself to him?' He slid forward and laid down beside her. "Sweetheart?" he asked. She sniffed a couple of times, trying to suppress her tears. "How did you get here before him? He usually has about four of you." He frowned at her. "What do you mean, he goes out and finds inmates? During the release? Why would he do that to his own wife?"
She shook her head. "I'm not his wife anymore. He gave up the option of staying married to me after I had his third child. He was free, he had fulfilled his obligation. But he wouldn't leave. Now every time there's a release, he'll go out and find his friends and bring them here to have a little bit of fun and games before the allow themselves to be recaptured."
Fenrir growled angrily at that. Then he got a, more than likely, stupid idea because god knows the girl has had it rough. "What if I claim you? You know, at the end of the release? But, um, there's a few conditions I need to warn you about. I started this release sharing a girl with my boy, we were both gonna claim her. If I claim you, first off, would you be willing to relocate across the street or stay here? Second, since he's sharing his girl with me, he'd likely want to share you, too. On the good side, it would ONLY be me and him sharing you, nobody else. Also, would you be able to take your children? I seriously don't like the idea of him having them."
The girl looked fully at him. "I have full custody of my children. The only thing he wants, in regards to them, is his name on the birth certificate so the authorities can't say he didn't meet his required amount of children. He's always said, if he ever does decide to leave, he doesn't want to be burdened with a wife, much less three screaming brats. I HATE this house! Y-you were serious, weren't you? I don't want to stay in this house any longer! You and one other, I can handle. Fix or six men is what I can't stand."
He smiled at her. "Me and my boy, that's all. We're in the house directly across the street. The little girl he grabbed is from that house beside it."
"Hermione? He grabbed Hermione? Oh, no! She must be scared to death! I need to talk to her, I can help her adjust to the idea! Oh, my name is Lavender, by the way. Lavender Brown." She smiled shyly at him.
He reached out and stroked the blonde hair away from her face. "It's very nice to meet you, Lavender. My name is Fenrir Greyback." He kissed her to seal the deal. "We need to get going before the cops come back this way. Grab a bag and pack enough for the rest of the weekend. For you and the children. I'm sure Dolohov will be back soon, too. If I'm here when he gets back, I'm likely to kill him and that wouldn't help you at all." Lavender nodded, jumping to her feet and running out of the room.
Fenrir stayed by the window, watching for both the cops and Dolohov. Soon she was back, a backpack thrown over her shoulder and her children, again, following on her heels. He knelt down to inspect them. The three little boys watched him curiously. As far as he could tell, the only thing they had from Dolohov was their wavy black hair. Otherwise, they were the very picture of their little mother. And she was little. When they stood up, she was no higher than his chest, same as Scabior's little girl.
They went out the back door and slipped through the shadows, heading back up the block. Behind the next to last house, they were startled by a voice Fenrir easily recognized. "Fen, what the hell are you doing, mate? Aren't you supposed to be hiding somewhere?"
"Thorfinn? Who the devil are you after?" Fen asked.
"Ginny? You're after Ginny? Oh, my!" Lavender giggled. "You picked a tricky one, sir! She's been through this for several years now. She knows how to not get caught."
"Damn it! Trust me to pick the one who can get away!" Thorfinn grumbled.
"Imitate an animal, preferably a cat or a dog. If you make it sound like it's in pain, you possibly might be able to get her out of the house. That's the only way I know that might work." Lavender told him.
Thorfinn grinned. "Thank you, sweetheart, for the tip. We'll name our first daughter after you, darling."
Lavender laughed as she and Fen kept going. Behind them, they could hear what sounded like a dog whining. Fen stopped and picked up the little boys as they suddenly heard several voices up ahead of them. He pushed Lavender back against the hedge as Dolohov passed them with four men in tow, just as Lavender had said. After they were gone, he grabbed her hand, pulled her across the street and back down to his safe house. He ushered her through the back door, into the hall and up the stairs. After getting her and the children settled into connecting rooms, he told her he'd be back shortly. He had to let the boy know he was back. He also had to let him know about the new additions to the 'family'.
After Fenrir left, Scabior crawled back to Hermione, still wrapped up and propped against the wall. She kicked at him angrily. He laughed at her. "Darling, if you really wanted rid of me, you should have kicked me while I was off balance, talking to Pops. Too late now, so we might as well enjoy ourselves until he gets back!" with that, he pulled her away from the wall, unwrapped her and laid her down in the small crawlspace they were occupying.
He dived down, pushed the gag away and kissed her until she was breathless. By this time, she realized he had shed his clothes again and was already between her legs. She began thrashing around, crying, trying her best to push him away from her. He let her thrash as he palmed her breasts, kneading them softly. He latched onto her earlobe, nipping it gently. Against her will, she felt her body, jumping and shivering. He slid his hand down her stomach, dipping down at the top of her thighs. She gasped as he suddenly slid two fingers into her. He'd done that earlier, too. At that time, he'd been rubbing in a circular motion. He'd told her it was to help stretch her enough to receive him but all she knew was that it was hurting her. As she'd been whimpering in pain with him talking softly to her, there had been a banging knock on the door. After the warning, she'd found herself bundled in a blanket she'd left over here. They had gone out a window, onto a small balcony she hadn't known existed, much less this crawlspace under it. Now here she was, even more trapped with no hope of the other man interrupting again anytime soon.
She closed her eyes as tears slipped out of the corners and prayed it would be over soon. Surely once he'd had her, he would leave. She felt small kisses ghosting across her face and down her throat. They continued down her chest and stomach. Her eyes widened as she finally realized what he was intending to do. She renewed her thrashing, screaming and crying. It was one thing to stick his fingers and dick in her, it was another to put his mouth down there. She'd heard of and read about oral sex in health class but reading about it was totally different from actually having someone's mouth on her, down there. It was a private act that she'd hoped to save for someone special to her, not an inmate she didn't know diddly squat about! Especially not an inmate!
He pushed her knees apart, opening her up to him. He looked like he'd just found the gold at the end of a rainbow. "Oh, darling, look at you! You're so beautiful!" he stroked his hands up and down her legs for a moment, then went in hot. Starting from the bottom, he licked the outer lips of her most private treasure. He took his time, licking her bottom to top and back again. He spread her open and resumed licking her. By this time, feeling small shudders already happening, she had her hands clenched in her own hair, to keep from grabbing his. It didn't take but an instant for him to find her g-spot and really send waves of pleasure through her body. She refused to acknowledge that he was actually making her feel pleasure. She knew her body might be enjoying the moment but her heart and mind would cause her to be totally disgusted with herself in the aftermath. When the moment finally came, she was silent, refusing to let him know how enjoyable it had been. It didn't seem to matter to him, though, as he slid back up her body.
Suddenly there was a sharp jab of pain as he pushed into her in the wake of her first ever orgasm. She couldn't stop the scream of pain that left her throat. 'God, he was huge and it was tearing her apart!' she shoved against his shoulders but he was already planted to the hilt. He stopped, gasping for air. "Damn, girl, you're so tight, ah, god! Shhh, darling, I know, it hurts, I know! I'm sorry, sweetie, I tried to stretch you as much as I could. Just, just stay still for me, sweetie, I don't want to rush through this, it'll hurt more if I hurry it!" he closed his eyes, panting. 'God, he hadn't realized she would be THIS tight but he should've known, simply because of how young she was.'
He finally felt in control enough to continue, he started very slowly, her body still had a lot of stretching to do. He was glad, now, that Fen had insisted he take his turn first. As big as Fenrir was, she might not have been able to handle him at all. Scabior hoped he could have her accustomed enough to him that it would be no problem for Fenrir to take her later. He raised up on to his elbows as he looked down at her. Tears were sliding down from the corners of her eyes. He lowered himself down, kissing them away. She was no longer trying to shove him away. Her legs had fallen open.
"It'll be over soon, sweetie, the next time will be better, less pain. You'll see." She shook her head wildly, staring at him in dismay. He very gently began increasing his pace as he talked to her. "Didn't they tell you how this thing works, love? Once I have you, once Pops has you, all we have to do is keep having you and stay hidden until Monday morning." she recalled what they'd told her of Lavender, how she was forced to marry the inmate. "I see you know the rest. We get to stay with you until we see if you're knocked up. I think we'll try for multiples. That way, we'll both get our requirement filled." 'Multiples? Multiples?!' she was suddenly filled with anger. She grabbed his hair and latched on as she yelled curses at him. It didn't even seem to faze him as he laughed at her temper tantrum. 'There was the fire he was looking for!'
He quickened his pace as she was no longer crying in pain. He pushed her legs up and further apart in order in sink deeper into her. She was loosening up quite nicely. Whether it would be enough, they'd have to wait and see, but until then he'd screw her as often as possible. He could feel himself on the edge, about to go over. He felt her start shaking and gasping, moaning as she threw back her head. After felling her shudders ease, he allowed himself to topple over. Breathing heavily, he buried his face in her hair and suddenly decided that his favorite fruit was strawberries. He'd been smelling them all along and just realized it.