Revenge of a Slytherin
Chapter 4
Nichol thought she was losing her mind, she had been dreaming of Lucius for weeks now. Many times she would try to stop herself from sleep, sitting in her rooms with a huge mug of strong black coffee in her hands, she was feeling desperate 'the man is like Freddie Kruger' she cried 'I dare not sleep anymore'.
Putting down her coffee Nichol pulled he legs up towards her and wrapped her arms around her knees, tears were brimming in her eyes 'what is happening to me?' Nichol had found Lucius Malfoy strikingly handsome and he definitely had a certain aura, he was so confident and arrogant, 'but the man is a sadistic bastard' she sniffled.
She could not understand why she dreamed of him almost every night, but the dreams were not under her control, Nichol felt that Lucius was controlling her dreams, but that was not possible, was it?
More and more Nichol was waking with bruises and marks left on her body by Lucius in her dreams, she was dressing to cover these. Only that very morning she had woken with a bump and bruise on her head and what looked like love bites and real bites marking her neck and shoulder. She also had red marks crossing her sore buttocks. She knew these were the marks Lucius had inflicted in her dreams just last night …
Nichol had been taking a class, they had just spent an hour discussing television – this was one of the things she was amazed with, the kids at Hogwarts did not watch TV, most kids around the country were glued to the TV each and every night, but not these kids. She herself found it hard to explain the grip this had on people, how do you make people who have never watched TV understand why some people cannot bear to leave theirs?
Draco Malfoy had been a little shit for the whole lesson, he had claimed he needed to leave the to used the bathroom halfway through the class and when he returned he was even worse, constantly muttering to his friends. He fidgeted through the entire class and every time he caused a disturbance and Nichol glanced his way he would meet her gaze and stare into her face as though challenging her to chastise him. At one point he had been faking yawning overdramatically, which encouraged his little group of flying monkeys to join in too. 'Someone really should have spanked that little swine' she thought to herself, but as she thought this Draco glanced at her he tapped his rule against his palm and raised his eyebrow at her before grinning. Nichol blushed and was flustered for a moment she wondered if he had known what she had been thinking.
At the end of the lesson Nichol dismissed everyone and reminded them of their homework for the next lesson. As Draco and his friends started to leave the room laughing she called him back 'Mr Malfoy, might I have a moment of your time?' he nodded smugly to his friends indicating they should go ahead without him.
Draco strode towards her with he head held high, his determined glare seemed to be challenging her to try to chastise him. 'What do you want muggle?' he spat. 'Mr Malfoy, you will refer to me as Professor at all times, is that clear?' he grinned and said 'yeah, professor … muggle' he sneered.
Nichol was exasperated with this boy and trying not to lose her temper with him 'Mr Malfoy, I do not appreciate your antics in class, furthermore, I will not tolerate this behaviour and your disruption of the other students' Draco just looked at her with one eyebrow raised 'you will serve detention tonight and if there is any further disruptions from you I will report you to your housemaster'.
Still he did not respond he just glared at her, Nichol was stunned at the silence from the boy. When she looked at him she blinked, he seemed taller than he had before. A movement by the door caught her eye and she looked up, there in the doorway stood Draco Malfoy, 'got a problem muggle?' he grinned then pointed to her and then made a cutting motion across his throat as though threatening her. He stepped back in to the corridor pulling the door closed behind him, she head his voice outside the door 'Colloportus!' Nichol heard the door lock she was locked in! If that was Draco, whom had she been speaking to?
Slowly she turned towards her desk and Draco, or whoever it was …
There sitting on the edge of her desk with his cane in his hand was Lucius Malfoy 'wonderful thing the polyjuice potion' he sneered. Nichol was stunned 'not going to say hello? That is not very polite now is it muggle?'
Nichol was terrified, she could not be locked in a room with this man – she turned around and ran towards the door. She did not even see the spell coming as Lucius raised his wand 'Petrificus Totalus!' Nichol felt her arms and legs lock and she fell over hitting her head on one of the desks as she fell and knocking herself out cold.
When she came around she still could not move her arms or legs and her head hurt where she had hit it. 'Ohhh what hit me?' she whispered.
'I rather think you will find that I did' a voice nearby sneered.
Remembering that she had been alone with Lucius she slowly turned her head and saw him sitting in her chair and realised she was lying on her desk. 'Why can't I move, what have you done to me?'
'Done? Nothing yet' he replied with a wry smile. He flicked his wand towards her and said 'Finite Incantatum'. Nichol found she could move her arms and legs again. Shakily she sat up, touched her forehead and winced. When she moved her hand she saw blood on her fingers, Lucius held out a handkerchief and she took it from him 'thanks' she mumbled.
'You really should not have tried to run like that, the door is quite locked, and even if you managed to get the attention of someone outside they would be unable to get in, my son has seen to that'.
'How did you look like Draco?'
'Just a potion, Draco left class as instructed and we switched places, the potion only lasts for 1 hour unfortunately and I could not risk changing back during class now could I?'
'Why did you do this?' Nichol asked still holding the handkerchief to her head.
Lucius stood and grabbed her legs, spinning her around on the surface of the desk so that she was facing him; stepping forward he roughly pulled her legs apart and stepped between them. Looking down at he just sneered 'because I can!' He reached down and unfastened the clip holding her hair in place and pulled it loose, letting her hair fall free.
Nichol tried to pull away as Lucius pushed her back against the top of her desk he pulled open her robe, beneath which she wore a short black kilt and cream silk blouse. He grasped the top of her blouse where it was open at her throat and tore the whole thing open sending the tiny buttons showering across the room. 'Nooo!' Nichol started to scream, but Lucius kissed her roughly almost smothering the word before she could utter it. He dragged her robe and what was left of the blouse down her arms and from beneath her letting them slide off the desk to the floor. Placing his hands around her waist he ran his palms over her skin and up towards her breasts, taking a breast in each hand he squeezed them roughly 'remove it!' he ordered indicating towards her bra.
'I will not!' Nichol gasped.
'Yes you will, I will not ask again!' he hissed.
Nichol defiantly replied 'NO!'
Anger and excitement flashed in Lucius' eyes as he stepped away from Nichol, he grabbed her around the waist and flipped her over on the desk so that she was lying face down against the hard surface. He pinned her to the desk with his left hand as he flipped her short skirt up exposing her knickers. Nichol was wearing cream lace low slung shorts style knickers that clung like a second skin. Lucius ran his right hand over the lace and smiled appreciatively at the view, beneath the short kilt Nichol had hold-ups and knee high black boots with a kitten heel, even Lucius had to admit to himself that muggle clothing was very arousing.
He stroked her arse over the lace a few times allowing his hand to stray over the lace between her legs. Nichol tried not to let his touch arouse her but was failing miserably; she let out a low moan, which surprised Lucius. Taking hold of the delicate fabric he tore her knickers from her and threw them to one side. Running his hand over her now naked arse she felt the smooth warmth of his leather glove against her flesh then was shocked to feel something cold and hard replace this touch.
'You really should learn respect muggle' Lucius said 'you should have done what I asked, your defiant nature needs some, shall we say training?' As he said the word training Nichol felt the waft of a cool breeze over her skin followed by a stinging blow of something against her flesh. Nichol jumped and tried to move but Lucius pushed her back against the desk and placing another stroke of his cane against her other cheek.
With each stroke of the cane Nichol screamed, the heat from one stinging blow just receding when another blow took its place. 'You will learn your place muggle, you will learn to obey me!' Nichol could hear Lucius breathing heavier as he placed each stroke of his cane on her skin. 'Do you understand? Will you obey me now? He hissed.
'No' Nichol screamed as he placed another stroke on her sore flesh.
'You are so stubborn, I probably should admire that, but I will break you, you will obey me!'
Nichol could feel her blood pumping throughout her body, she was sure Lucius could hear her heart beating. She remembered all the things she had heard about Lucius Malfoy, she knew he had killed before; the man is a psychopath people had told her. But the combination of fear and pain were only serving to arouse her more, she could feel herself getting wet and feel her pussy pulse with each stroke her arse received. Closing her eyes she tried to block out the pain but just saw law lewd she must look pressed against her desk with her arse and pussy on show to him of all people, she could visualise her cheeks red and swollen and stripes from each blow of the cane.
'Oh god' she thought 'I want him to fuck me' she heard herself sigh and she stretched out her arms and dug her nails into the wooden desktop.
'I know what you need' he said 'and I can give it to you'
'No, please' she cried
'Nichol, surrender yourself to me'
Oh god when he said her name it was like electricity throughout her body
The cane hit her again and Nichol whimpered 'nooo'
'Nichol' he whispered 'just tell me, you know you want to, you know you need to'
Inside Nichol was already screaming she obeyed him, but she was desperate not to say it.
'Please, let me go'
Another stroke of the cane hit her now tenderised cheek and she screamed.
'Say it Nichol, give yourself to me'
As the cane hit her again she felt her mind swimming and heard a tiny voice cry 'I'll obey!'
She heard Lucius laugh behind her and realised it had been her own voice she heard.
With no sign of remorse or even concern Lucius sat back in the chair 'right' he smirked 'where were we? Ah yes' he said as Nichol tried to stand. He pointed to her bra and hissed 'remove it'.
A voice inside Nichol cried and told her just to do as he said and he would be gone sooner. Trembling she undid the catch at the back of the bra and slipped it off her shoulders trying to cover her breasts with the bra and her arms. 'Drop it and lower your arms' he ordered. Doing as he ordered Nichol felt herself blush 'now now my dear, don't play coy' he taunted grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards him.
'Good girl' he said raising one eyebrow.
'Damn you!' Nichol spat 'you patronising sadistic bastard'.
Sitting in his study Lucius smirked, no-one ever had the gall to stand up to him before, everyone in the magical world feared him and none would dare challenge him, and yet here was a mere muggle who dared stand up to him, and above all it was a young woman. He recalled that day in Hogsmeade, the feel of her skin, the fire in her eyes. He was so enjoying paying with Nichol's mind, and playing with her body in her dreams but he knew this was not enough, sighing he looked back into the crystal 'I'm coming to get you muggle!'
Nichol's mind was screaming at her body to wake up, but it was not working, 'what if I am awake?'
Lucius ran his gloved hands over Nichol's breast then down her body 'take off the skirt' he demanded. Reaching behind her she unfastened her kilt and let it slide to the floor. Standing before him she was now naked but for her stockings and boots. Raising one gloved hand he beckoned her towards him with his finger, gingerly she took one faltering step towards him, but it was enough. Grabbing her hips he slid his hands around to her arse, grabbing her cheeks he pulled her roughly towards him, Nichol screamed as the heat and pain shot through her cheeks again.
He stood and dropped his trousers, his cloak brushed across Nichol's skin and she shuddered. When he sat again he pulled her towards him, pulling her astride his lap, crushing her breasts against his chest he pulled down her head towards his, kissing her and biting her lip. Running his lips across her cheek he kissed her neck and ears, biting and sucking her delicate flesh, she knew he would be marking her skin but she didn't care.
Tilting back her head and arching her back she exposed more of her neck to his lips and teeth, and caused her breasts to push out towards him. Raising her hands she grasped his head, entwining her fingers in his hair. Lucius pulled her back towards him and took one of her nipples between his teeth, gently rolling it at first and lashing it with his tongue, then biting it causing her to first moan in ecstasy and then scream out in pain.
With his hands around her waist he raised her from his lap and slid her effortlessly onto his cock, closing his eyes he moaned as he felt her hot tight pussy swallowing his cock.
Nichol loved the feel of his cock deep inside her and did not want to move; she clenched her muscles to hold him there. Lucius slipped his hand between their bodies pressing his gloved fingers against her clit, Nichol moaned and started to ride his cock, increasing and decreasing the pressure of his fingers. The more she rode his cock the better the pleasure for her was, she placed her hands on his shoulders and rode him harder, her body bathed in alight sheen of perspiration.
'Fuuuuck, your cunt feels so good muggle bitch' Lucius hissed through his teeth, pulling tighter to him he placed his lips onto her shoulder, at first he kissed and caressed this spot for a moment and then he sank his teeth into her, biting hard. As she screamed with pain her orgasm rippled outwards from between her legs and pulsed throughout her body.
Nichol was still very shaken from this last dream, the marks on her body had been much more intense this morning and Nichol was afraid of what of was happening to her. 'I need help' she cried 'but who can help me? Who can I turn to?' curling into a ball Nichol sobbed and wondered who she could trust.