Revenge of a Slytherin

Chapter 12

Nichol spent the next few days in her rooms, reading and sleeping. She took all of her meals there and never saw Lucius at all. The only company she had was from the occasional house elf who brought her meals, but they seemed so afraid, always peering nervously over their shoulders and barely speaking to her apart from being polite.

Lucius was not away, he was in the house and he was watching Nichol. He had been so angry with himself and the way his body had craved touching her, that he had decided to stay away from her for a while.

His absence both relieved and annoyed Nichol, she wondered where he was and what he was doing, and more so annoying was the thought of 'whom' he was doing. She realised that this thought was totally irrational, but she could not help how she was feeling in her heart. The man was a total bastard with absolutely no morals, but the way he had made her feel that night had shaken Nichol to her core. She was no shy little virgin, but no man had ever made her feel the way Lucius had both in her dreams and then when she had taken her that first night.

'I must be going fucking crazy' she chided herself 'the man is a maniac, he did not make love to you, he raped you!' fighting with herself in her inner dialogue 'but I suppose, he didn't actually hurt me, and it was so damn good' she smiled to herself.

Deciding to take a shower Nichol stepped under to hot water and leant against the wall, closing her eyes and recalling the way he had pinned her to the bed, the feel of being bound and under his power. Tearing herself from this daydream she turned the water to cold and startled herself fully awake.

On returning to her room Nichol was surprised to see that she'd had visitors, lying on the bed were some clothing and a note. Glancing at the clothes she decided to open the note first, it was very brief, telling her to put on the clothing provided and only these, she must not change any item, add or omit items. Then it instructed her to knock on the door when ready and the elf outside would bring her to the study, it was merely signed LM.

Turning to the outfit on the bed Nichol picked up and examined each piece before moving on to the next. Once she had looked at each piece she decided there was no way she would comply with his wishes. Still wrapped in her robe with hair wet from the shower she sat at the dresser and started to dry her hair when she heard a rustle behind her, turning back towards the bed she saw another note. Walking to the bed she picked up the note, inside the message was clear she should not defy his wishes or she would have to learn the hard way. Nichol wondered how he knew her thoughts 'get out of my head!' she called out into the empty room.

The menace of this note was clear but Nichol was determined she would in no way comply. Instead she finished drying her hair, read for a while and then decided to head to bed. Throwing these items of clothing onto the chair by the fireplace she crawled into her bed and turned out the lamps. Smiling in the dark room she stretched out languorously beneath the covers and said 'hard way my arse, you don't frighten me Malfoy!'

'Really now?' came a voice from by the fireplace. Nichol sat bolt upright in bed as he spoke again 'lumos' and a light came from the direction of the voice. A dark figure carrying a light walked towards the bottom of the bed, the fall figure was hooded and even though Nichol realised that this was Lucius she was unnerved by the look of him standing there. The light in his hand appeared to be coming from the tip of his wand.

'Come here!' he demanded.

Nichol did not move just pulled the covers higher on her chest.

'I said COME HERE!' he bellowed the last two words and she was sure she felt the room shake under the force of his voice.

Sitting up in the bed Nichol looked like a startled rabbit in the headlamps of an oncoming car.

'I thought you were not afraid of me muggle' he said as he walked around the bed. Nichol made a move to jump across the bed to escape him but he caught her by the ankle at the last second. He pulled on her leg and dragged her across the bed.

'Now, are you going to come with me as I said or do I take you like this?' he sneered.

'Drop dead' Nichol hissed as she kicked out at Lucius with her free foot.

'Ah' he said 'so you want it like that do you?' he reached into his pocket and removed a long cord, using this he bound her feet together, leaving a little bit or cord free in the middle. Taking hold of this cord between her feet he turned and walked away from the bed pulling Nichol behind him.

Nichol screamed and twisted trying to get free from him. But he ignored her; the cord was biting into her ankles as he pulled her to the end of the bed by her feet. Nichol was dragged from the bed and landed with a flop onto the floor. Her body and head hitting the floor with a thump that winded her and knocked her dizzy.

Unsure of where she was going she saw the ceiling passing by her eyes as she was unceremoniously dragged along the floor. Nichol could feel the vest top of her pyjamas rolling up beneath her and the floor burning her back as she was pulled over sections of polished wood and rugs. Trying to pull her top back down and reaching out for the walls and doorways they passed, managing to grab one doorway she held on as tight as she could as she screamed at the hooded figure 'stop this, let me go!'

Stopping and turning to the figure on the floor Lucius hissed 'let go of the door.'

As she tried to pull herself back Nichol cried 'no, please, where are you taking me?'

'Somewhere you will learn to do as you are told'

'Is this because I would not wear those clothes? Please … I'll wear them' she begged.

'Too late muggle, and I thought you were not afraid of me?' he raised one eyebrow and sneered.

'I, I'm not, but you are hurting me'

'Oh, really?' then he actually smirked 'let go of the door or …'

Annoyed Nichol replied before she thought about it 'or what?'

Lucius raised his wand and turned back to her, dropping her feet and then dropping to his knees over her legs. He leant forward until his face was next to hers 'don't try my patience woman or you just might find how afraid I can make you'.

He moved his arms and grabbed both of hers, pulling them towards him. Bringing the palm of the hand she had been trying to hang on with up to his mouth, his gently kissed the red mark and then ran his tongue over the marked flesh and then trailing it up her fingers. He took two of her fingers into his mouth and sucked hard on them. Nichol felt a rush of lust run through her and a warm glow starting deep within her, she laid back her head and closed her eyes with a sigh.

Lucius watched the reaction his touch was having on her and smiled to himself before biting her fingers, hard, causing her to scream and fight to get away from him. He loved to see her reactions first the lust in her eyes as he had caressed and stroked her fingers and then the pain and fright in them as he caused her pain and he grew harder at the sight of this, he loved the sense of power he had over her to bring her from one extreme to the other.

Holding both her wrists with his one hand he raised his wand with the other and flicked it towards her 'Incarcerous' he called and ropes appeared from the end of his wand entwining around Nichol's arms and upper body. Moving back to his feet he pulled her with him and lifted her over his shoulder. Turning and carrying her bound figure down the corridor and then downstairs. Nichol had not seen any more of the house than her own rooms and the strange room she had woken up in a few days earlier.

Once on the ground floor Lucius strode across the entrance hallway and kicked open one of the doors. A blast of cold air swept up through the air and chilled Nichol causing her to shiver. A change in the tone of Lucius' footsteps made her realise that they were going down stone steps, Nichol could not see where she was except to see the walls were now also stone.

Lucius carried Nichol into a cavernous room beneath Malfoy Manor, a room many a rumour had been made about and people were afraid to mention. Within the wizarding world people believed this room to exist and many rumours had been heard about people who had been taken here, but never a word from anyone who had actually seen the room. The only people to leave the Malfoy Dungeons were either Death Eaters or Dead!

Of course Nichol knew none of this, but the thought of all the rumours about this room always made Lucius smirk.

He walked to the centre of the room and dropped Nichol onto a cold hard surface that she would soon recognise as marble. The dark room started to glow with light as dozens of candles lit in a wave of warmth that swept around the room. Nichol took a deep breath and turned to Lucius 'where are we?'

'Shhhhhh' came the reply

Lucius muttered something and the bonds around her arms evaporated, pushing herself Nichol sat and put her hands down, running her fingertips over the sold smooth surface, looking down she saw she was sat on a large dark green marble plinth. Despite herself she could not help but think she was sitting on an altar, this thought caused her to panic 'please, don't do this, you can't hurt me, please …' the one thing running through her mind was the thought that Lucius was about to kill her, that she was to be some kind of sacrifice and she was terrified.

'Oh do calm down woman' Lucius drawled 'killing you is not on the top of my agenda for today, although the same cannot be said for hurting you' he raised one eyebrow and gave Nichol a half smile that chilled her to the bone.

'What are you going to do to me?'

'You will see in time'

'Please, just let me go, won't tell anyone I was here'

'I know you won't' Lucius untied her feet and turned Nichol towards him so that she was sitting on the edge of the marble plinth, stepping between her legs and forcing them open with his body and then stepping closer 'I know because you are not leaving here.' Taking her face into his hands he raised her face towards his and kissed her gently, it was the lightest of touches and Nichol wondered if it was real or not. Lucius ran his hands over her throat and through her hair causing her to shiver; tipping back her head he moved his lips across her cheek and over her ear and neck. Nichol sighed and closed her eyes. 'I also know that you do not wish to leave – do you?'

With his lips still against her neck, his breath hot against her skin Nichol felt her whole body in turmoil 'no, I mean yes … Ohhh.'

Lucius ran his hands gently over her shoulders and down her arms, causing her skin beneath his touch to prickle and goose bump. His touch so gentle it was taking Nichol by surprise. With her hands in his he continued kissing and softly nibbling her neck before moving slowly back to her lips, kissing her deeply and passionately while he slowly leant her backwards against the cold stone. Without her even realising what he had done he was raising her arms above her head when she suddenly felt something cold and hard against her wrists followed by a loud click. Nichol tried to move and call out but Lucius was now laying over her and his kiss more demanding almost brutal smothered her cries.

Raising his body from hers Lucius smiled at her, running his hands over the fabric of her pyjamas, over her breasts and down towards her waist before suddenly removing them. He turned his back and walked away; from her position Nichol could not see what he was doing or where he had gone she could just hear him moving around. Thinking him to be the other side of the room she tried to move and was pulling against the wide metal cuffs that held her.

When Lucius came back to Nichol he was pleased to see she did indeed still have some fight left in her, she was struggling to get free and was startled to see Lucius was standing over her again. She was even more startled to see what he had in his hand.

Lucius had dropped his cloak and was standing over Nichols bound body, he was wearing all black just trousers and shirt, and he had no jacket on. Leaning over Nichol he looked into her eyes and watched the terror in them as he let her catch a glimpse of the huge knife he held in his hand. The sight of the blade glinting in the candlelight caused Nichol to scream and struggle harder against her bonds and because he was standing so close her body was writhing in fear between the hard marble surface and Lucius' body.

He never would use a knife to harm someone; it was so crude, so muggle, he shuddered at the thought. But he found that letting someone see the knife caused more terror than seeing a wand, and he did so love that look of fear in the eyes on his victim.

Feeling Nichol struggle against his body, knowing she was trapped between him and the marble and seeing the terror in her eyes was exciting Lucius more than anything had for an age.

He was loathe to admit how much this woman excited him, she was a muggle, there was no future for her in this, in fact there was no future in most of his relationships – he had only married in order to continue the Malfoy line, he had never loved her, in fact he had found her to be colder than him. Since she had left while he was in Azkaban, moving in with Lord Voldemort, which strangely had worked well for Lucius. Voldemort was pleased with Lucius for not fighting him on this, if only Voldemort knew just how happy Lucius was with this whole new arrangement. With no wife around Lucius was able to enjoy his darker tastes whenever he chose and he had no one to question his actions.

Looking down on Nichols prone body Lucius knew he needed to get his mind back onto the job in hand or he would lose himself to his more manly urges, his cock was already hard with the thoughts of taking her, thoughts of feeling her pussy wrapped around his cock. He closed his eyes for a moment as he recalled the feeling of her hot and sweet and twitching on his cock, shaking himself out of this reverie, he had to concentrate.

Holding the knife in one hand he placed the tip of the blade against the tip of his index finger on the other hand, letting the candlelight reflect and glint off the blade. Never taking his eyes from Nichols he pushed the knife gently against his finger then removed it, letting Nichol see the drop of blood he had drawn and therefore proving just how sharp this blade was. Raising his finger to his mouth licking the drop of blood from his skin before placing the tip of the blade against Nichols throat, she suddenly became still knowing she could cut herself if she were not careful. Lucius ran the tip of the blade over her flesh, barely touching he, not enough to make a mark and yet she could feel it.

Slipping the blade beneath the straps of her top he cut first one and then the other before drawing the blade to the top of her vest he slid the blade beneath the fabric, allowing the cold metal to slice through the fabric, pulling it downwards he split the entire top before ripping it from beneath her leaving her topless. The cold air causing her nipples to stiffen, giving her goose bumps over her breasts. Leaning down over Nichol he ran his tongue from her navel up her body and between her breasts before kissing her neck, Nichol tipped back her head as though offering her throat to him this caused her to arch her back and press her upper body against his. Taking this as an invitation Lucius moved his mouth back over her skin until he was able to take one of her erect nipples into his mouth sucking it firmly causing her to gasp and move her body with his as he moved away.

Taking his knife once more Lucius used it to cut the waistband on her pyjama pants before pulling the knife all the way down the leg shearing the fabric all the way down before doing the same with the other leg. Once again pulling the shredded fabric from beneath her. Realising what he had done Nichol spoke in a sarcastic tone 'you know you could have just slipped those off, there was no need to destroy them.'

'I know, but this is more … satisfying' he drawled, running his hands over her ribs and stomach lightly scratching the surface with his nails and smiling at the red trails he left on her pale flesh. Running his arms down her thighs until he reached her knees, roughly forcing them apart then vanishing from her view again as he dropped to his knees between her thighs. Nichol gasped as she felt his hair brushing against her thighs and then his hot breath against her pussy.

Taking a deep breath and then holding it, expecting to feel his mouth upon her at any time, but it never came. When she finally exhaled it sounded more like a moan of frustration and she felt her body flush with embarrassment as she realised that he must had heard her, he could hardly have failed to hear her. She heard and felt Lucius move and tried to move her head to see what he was doing, but she could not move enough.

She was soon to know where he was though when he held another blade in front on her 'what the …' Lucius walked around her 'I thought you required a little, trim.' Realising what he meant Nichol tried to kick out but he had stepped back, she heard him laugh as he saw her naked body twisting as she tried to reach him with a kick. But he just stood, waiting, when she became tired and stopped lashing out he moved fast, fastening first one and then the other foot to the base of the marble she lay on. Nichol knew how lewd she must look, laying there naked, strapped down with her legs spread wide and her back arched pushing her pussy towards him as though she were on offer.

Happy with this view Lucius walked around her again, touching her breasts, kissing her neck and ears he heard Nichol sigh deeply and he knew the affect he was having on her body. Smiling to himself he leant close to her ears before whispering 'I knew we would be good together muggle, I knew when I first saw you that one day you would be mine to play with.'

He moved back between her thighs ad Nichol felt something cold against her flesh making her jump slightly. 'You really ought to be still, unless you want me to cut you' the way he said it sounded almost like a question.

Closing her eyes Nichol tried not to think about the cold steel blade sweeping over her mound stripping it of public hair. She had no idea how long it took or how much hair he had removed but suddenly she felt warmth over her skin as he cleaned the area and then she felt cold again, but this was different it was a cold cream which he started to massage into her sensitised skin occasionally allowing his thumb to slip between her lips and skim lightly over her clitoris causing it to stand lewdly to attention almost begging for his touch. Trying to think of something other than his touch Nichol felt herself moistening, this man was despicable, how could he make her feel this way. Straining her thigh muscles as she tried in vain to close her legs to his touch.

Nichol moaned, part of her wanted Lucius to stop what he was doing, but the rest of her wanted his to continue, to go further, and to take her until she screamed his name in ecstasy.

She barely felt Lucius when he moved, she only realised what was coming as she felt his hair brush against her thighs briefly before she felt his mouth against her pussy, his tongue running over her lips and then dipping between them. When his tongue made contact with her clitoris Nichol's entire body jolted as though it was shot through with electricity.

Every so often Lucius moved his mouth from her pussy slightly and caused Nichol to moan and strain against her bonds to move towards him, to feel his mouth against her again. She was torn between desire and revulsion, she hated him and yet she wanted him, and worse still she had to bite her lip to prevent her telling him this, she could taste the metallic tang of her own blood on her lips from where she had bitten.

Lucius alternated caressing her gently with his tongue and then firmly with his fingers, she was so wet and wanton and he was hard it took all his strength to not just stand there and then to fuck her, just to feel her tightness on his cock. Slipping his fingers deep within her, exploring where his cock longed to go, emulating with his fingers the fucking he wanted to give her.

But he grew angry, he loved the taste and scent of her, he loved the feeling of his cock deep within her – how could he feel like this for a mere muggle? The thought disgusted him and yet excited him. He had fucked muggles before; he had made them scream, tortured them and then killed them. But this one, he wanted to keep and could not understand it, she felt different, he admired how she could stand up to him and yet still be terrified of him. Closing his eyes he whispered 'what have you done to me bitch?'

Furious he stood up sharply, gabbing Nichol roughly by the throat he lifted her head, looked into her eyes he hissed 'I should just kill you now and be done with it' letting go of her head with a sharp push Nichols head hit the flat marble top and knocked her out for a minute or so. When she came to she was disorientated, and Lucius was standing over her his wand in his hind. Touching the wand to her stomach Nichol felt the cold tip of the wood against her skin and then it started to heat up, getting hotter and hotter until she screamed as it burned her, then the pain started to move, slithering, almost weaving from her stomach around her waist around her back then around the other side. It felt like there was a hot band gripping her burning into her flesh.

As Nichol's screams subsided Lucius stood back and admired his handiwork, winding around Nichols waist was a serpent, it was like a work of art, beautifully coloured and burned permanently into her flesh, she was tattooed, branded and she could not see it yet, but while ever she lived this mark would show her as being his and his alone. Lucius drew satisfaction from this as if he ever let her go and she went into the arms of his old friend Severus, he knew his friend would know the mark and know now and always that she belonged to Lucius Malfoy.

Once she had stopped screaming and just lay sobbing Lucius leaned over her and kissed her passionately, as he drew away he sneered 'I do so love to hear muggles scream.'

Unfastening her feet he roughly grabbing her hips he flipped her over so that she was lying on her stomach and refastened her feet. Running his hand over the pale skin on her arse before raising his hand and then bringing it down on her again in a stinging slap. Nichol tried to move away from his hand, which still lay hot against her flesh.

She heard his footsteps as he walked away from her, she heard rustling and realised he was undressing. When he walked back to her she could not see but he was naked. Walking back behind her again he ran his hand gently over her bare cheeks again. Without warning Nichol felt a searing pain sweep through her, the pain seemed to reach everywhere and she could not pull her thoughts together enough to pinpoint the cause. As the pain eased it came again as full and sharp as before, she fell dizzy and sick and hoped the pain would now be gone. But it came again, this time she heard something just before the pain, it was a swish, almost a sigh passing through the air and then there was the pain again.

Nichol felt like her whole body was on fire she could barely breath, holding each breath between blows only breathing as she screamed in pain – after several blows she found the pain was lessening with each blow, or was she just growing more accustomed to it?

Lucius ran his hand between her legs and Nichol was humiliated to realise just how wet she was, she lay her face against the cold marble and felt a puddle of cold tears forming beneath her cheek.

She felt Lucius hands on the back of her shoulders, he then dug his nails into her skin and dragged them down her back, causing red wheals to run over her white skin. Nichol was confused, her whole body ached and her cheeks felt like they were on fire, but she felt so alive, her skin tingled and she could feel a cool breeze between her thighs as realised Lucius was no longer behind her.

Suddenly her head was pulled up from the cold marble platform, opening her eyes Nichol saw Lucius standing in front of her, he was holding her hair. Seeing him standing naked right there with his cock erect she realised what he intended and she tried to turn away, but he pulled her back roughly to face him this is when she saw the wide leather paddle he had used on her arse. As he yanked on her hair Nichol screamed and Lucius took his chance, thrusting his cock deep into her mouth. The thought of biting him ran briefly through Nichol's mind but Lucius beat her to it, tightening his grip on her hair he leant over her and hissed 'I would not do that if I were you, the sooner you satisfy me the sooner I let go!'

Realising she had no real choice she closed her eyes and closed her lips over his cock. Running her tongue along the underside of the member deep in her mouth, feeling his grip on her hair loosen she was able to move her mouth along the length of his shaft trying to concentrate on giving him the most pleasure she could as soon as she could. Once she had removed almost his entire length from her mouth she ran her tongue around the tip of his cock then gently sucked on the swollen purple head before slipping her lips down the entire length.

Above her she heard Lucius moan and she glanced up, seeing him standing there with his eyes closed, head tipped slightly back. His face was relaxed and Nichol realised that Lucius for once was not the one in control she was. This thought really turned her on, she could make the cold and controlled Lucius Malfoy lose all of his composure. Smiling to herself she sucked his cock with renewed vigour, caressing him with her tongue, taking him completely from her mouth and running her tongue down his shaft and gently sucking the soft skin of his sac.

Lucius was no longer holding her hair but holding her head, trying to keep control of her movements and trying to fuck her mouth, but he knew he was not the one in control and this feeling made him both horny and angry, he did not want these feelings to stop but he knew if he did not he would lose all control. With a deep groan he thrust deep into her mouth and held her head tight holding himself there before pulling out with a yell.

Nichol felt his hand against her skin as he walked around her, stroking the tenderised skin on her arse again. Feeling him standing behind her running his fingers between her thighs 'Ohhh you want me don't you?' he whispered 'you want me to take you don't you?' he was now leaning over her, she could feel his cock against her hot wet flesh. She could feel herself opening up towards him and longing to feel him slip inside her but she did not want him to know this 'no' she cried 'I don't want you.'

'Really?' Lucius sneered, pulling himself away from her causing Nichol to moan at the loss of his touch and push back towards him.

'Please …' she gasped.

'Please what?'

'I want you'

'You will do what I tell you in future?' he questioned

'Yes' she cried.

'You will obey my every wish? You will accept me as your master?'

'Yes, anything, please'

He ran his fingers over her clitoris again causing her whole body to jolt.

'You are mine now and forever …'

'Yes, I am yours …'

Lucius ran his hands over her hips and leant over running his tongue over her shoulder before biting her gently.

'Lucius, please …'

'Master, you call me Master now!' he ordered.

This freaked out Nichol but she wanted so desperately to feel him inside her. 'Master' she whispered 'please Master, take me.'

Her subservient manner and words made Lucius even harder and he thrust his cock deep into her, his move so suddenly violent that Nichol screamed out partly with pain but also lust, her pussy walls twitching and grasping for him.

Lucius stayed buried deep inside her before he started to move slowly in and out 'Merlin' he curse 'you are so tight tonight.' Nichol was pleased this made him happy and flexed her inner muscles grasping his cock tighter causing Lucius to gasp.

The position Nichol was laying in was pressing her mound between Lucius' body and the cold hard marble she was laying on, this was putting pressure on her clitoris and each thrust was bringing her closer and closer to her own orgasm. She could feel herself becoming light headed, Lucius was breathing deeper and deeper and the sound he was exciting Nichol.

As his thrusts became harder and deeper Lucius felt like he was losing his mind, each thrust he made was taking him deeper and deeper into her, he knew then he would not be letting her leave him. Lucius Malfoy could not love and she was the lowest of the low, a muggle, but she was now his possession and she always would be.

When Lucius came deep inside her with a growl this final thrust and twitching cock drove Nichol over the edge and as her orgasm swept through her body in waves she heard Lucius growl again as her pussy spasms rippled over his cock, she felt him fall over her body and lay over her back panting. Breathing deeply trying to catch her breath Nichol whispered 'now and always.' Realising what she had said, she hoped Lucius had not heard her. But the figure lying over her body opened his eyes and smiled lightly, Lucius had heard her.

They lay there for a long time, Nichol was drifting to sleep and did not realised Lucius had moved, he unfastened her bonds leant forward and gently picked her up. Holding the naked Nichol against his own naked body he carried her back up the steps and through the house. Nichol laid her head on his shoulder and whispered 'thank you master.'