Revenge of a Slytherin
Chapter 19
Standing by the wall with Lucius at her feet, Nichol was unsure what she should do next. Although Lucius had asked earlier in the day whether she wished to leave him and she had said no, she had not entirely trusted him and believed if she had said yes he would have killed her. She also knew she would never get out if she tried to take any of her things with her.
Side stepping past Lucius, quietly she inched closer to the door. 'Why am I being so cautious?' she wondered. 'It's not as though he's going to wake up is it?' she smiled to herself. Still she half expected him to move, to grab her ankle as she passed him, anything to stop her leaving.
Nichol opened the door and slipped into the hallway, she was free! She reached the front door and it was almost too easy, she was worried and half expecting the door to be barred. But it opened with no problems. Once open she ran over the veranda and started down the stone steps.
Soon she would be away from this house and away from Lucius Malfoy, as soon as she could she would contact Hogwarts, she needed Dumbledore to help her. He could get the Ministry of Magic over here. Lucius Malfoy was a sick bastard and she was going to ensure he was taken down. He would end his days in Azkaban for this. She almost laughed at the mental picture this conjured in her mind, Lucius, none of his fine clothes, no money, the Ministry would take away all his possessions for examination … 'oh yes!' she thought, that would teach him…
Stopping suddenly in her tracks, Nichol turned and looked back at the house. Did she really want to leave? 'What the hell am I thinking?' she wondered 'I have to get away from here, from him…' inwardly she groaned 'I know what I have to do, so why is it so difficult? And why the hell am I now talking to myself?' she shook her head to try to clear her mind. Without even realising it Nichol had started to walk back towards the house, her mind reeling as she tried to formulate some kind of plan.
Once in the house she closed the door and called for her help of one of the house elves. 'I am so sorry to wake you this late, but your master has had a little too much to drink' the elf did not even look surprised ' could you please assist me getting him to his room?' before she even knew what happened Lucius vanished in a flash and so did the elf. She ran up the stairs to the master bedroom and found Lucius on the bed, still fast asleep. Thanking the elf for his help she let him go again.
With the elf gone Nichol found herself alone again with Lucius. She went over to where he was lying on the bed, being unconscious his features were relaxed; he was a stunningly handsome man. Some of his hair had come loose and she smoothed it back from his face, running her finger across his cheek. He would have been a man easy for any woman to love, had he not got the soul of a demon, the man really was evil. Right then and there Nichol decided it was time that Lucius was taught a lesson, and she would be the one doing the teaching.
It was a bit of a struggle, but Nichol managed to get Lucius to the end of his bed. Fastening his feet to the posts at either side of the bed, before lifting him into a standing position and fastening each hand to the top of the two end posts. Luckily it was a very old and sturdy antique bed, it had four posts, each of which rather than standing alone were joined together at the top with a wide carved wooden trim which ran around the top of the bed. The wood was old and looked like it'd had many years of use, the drapes around the bed were as expected primarily green and black and bore the Malfoy Family Crest. Once she was satisfied that all of the scarves she had used were well tied and firmly knotted she stood back to admire her handiwork.
Lucius was hanging limply from the bottom of the bed, his head hanging forward and his hair which had been tied back was now in disarray and much of it hanging loose around his face. Still fully dressed in his jodhpurs, boots and white shirt, and Nichol thought that he looked very sexy indeed. He was such a strong man, he liked everything to be done his way, and it was refreshing to see him almost powerless. Speaking of which, Nichol remembered the talisman she had been given by Dumbledore, she went to her own room to retrieve it from her trunk and also collected Lucius' cane from the dining room.
Back in the master bedroom she fastened the talisman around Lucius' neck and watched the little flash of blue light that sparkled around the clasp as she closed it. 'Good' she said 'now if Dumbledore's magic works only I will be able to remove this from around your neck'. She placed the cane on top of an armoire that was facing the bed and left it so that Lucius would be able to see it when he woke, but he would not be able to get to it.
Nichol had never really planned or done anything like this before and she had to admit that being bad did have a rather delicious feel to it. Feeling sure that Lucius was not going anywhere she left and went back to her own rooms. Standing before the closet of clothes that had been provided by Lucius she tried to figure out what she had that would be suitable for a dominatrix, almost laughing at the idea of her being dominant over anyone. Realising there was nothing that felt quite right she remembered the outfit Lucius had wanted her to wear, she wondered if it was still in the dungeon. She dashed quickly downstairs and found the right door; the outfit was still there where Lucius had put it. She gathered it up and returned to her room.
Getting changed quickly she stood in front of the mirror and could barely believe what she saw.
She was wearing a basque made of green and silver satin that looked like snake skin, the top pushed her breasts together and only supported but did not fully cover them, she could see part of her nipples peeping over the top edge. With this she wore deep charcoal stockings, one of which had a design wrapped around it, this made it look as though she had a snake coiled around her leg starting with its tail at her ankle and ending with its head on her thigh. The stockings were held up with suspender clips attached to the bottom of the basque. But there were no knickers with this outfit, which she would have found odd had the outfit not been chosen by Lucius. The only other items for her to wear were black high-heeled shoes and a long satin robe made to match the basque. She slipped on the shoes and robe to complete the outfit.
Standing in front of the mirror and checking herself out Nichol had to admit she looked good.
It would be a while before he woke so Nichol looked through some of the drawers and closets. Tucked at the back of one closet she found a box and it was rather dusty 'hmmm this has been here for a while' she muttered to herself. Opening the box she could barely believe her eyes, inside she found lots of bedroom toys, there were handcuffs, a whip and paddle, vibrators and dildos, a blindfold, feathers and probably the most perfect at the time there was a riding crop, and she had not even gotten to the bottom of the box yet. 'Ohhh' she said 'now these, will come in very useful!' Back in front of the mirror she pulled herself up to her full height and stood tapping the crop against the outside of her thigh, surprised by the feelings of power and arousal this image of herself gave her.
Back in the bedroom Lucius was starting to stir, he was still very drowsy and confused 'where am I?' he wondered. Finally as his eyes started to come back into focus he realised it was his own bedroom. Walking back into the room Nichol saw him starting to wake, she went and stood in front of him leaving enough distance to mean that if he managed to get a hand free she would just be out of his reach.
Opening his eyes he saw her standing in front of him:
'What the hell have you done to me you bitch?'
'It was only something to make you sleep, it will soon wear off'
Struggling against his bonds he shook the entire bed 'what the fuck do you think you are playing at?' he hissed.
'Me?' she laughed 'I thought this would be a game you would enjoy Lucius, although, you now have to abide by my rules … so maybe not'
Lucius pulled against his bindings so hard Nichol thought the bed might break, but it didn't, and he scarves all held him in place. He was furious that this woman, this muggle had bested him. How he hell had he ended up in this position. Trying to break free again he hurled a stream of obscenities at her and demanded she release him immediately.
'I hardly think you are in any position to demand anything now are you?'
She noticed him look across the room, glancing behind her she saw he was looking at his wand. 'That won't help you now, and you cannot get to it anyway.' He tried to call for his wand and nothing happened.
'You fucking bitch, what have you done?'
Walking towards him she ran her fingers over the talisman around his neck, 'this was another little gift from your old friend Professor Dumbledore, it has basically rendered you magically impotent!' Lucius was now puce with anger, he tried to lunge at her 'I am going to fucking kill you!'
Nichol took one step backwards and laughed at him 'now now Lucius, play nicely!'
Raising his head slightly Lucius glared at Nichol, noticing for the first time what she was wearing. Running his eyes up her body he was stunned into silence.
Nichol had a stern look on her face as she started to tap something against her thigh, glancing to see what it was he gasped as he saw it was a riding crop. He felt as though his heart was beating in time with the tattoo she was tapping out on her leg with the crop.
She raised the crop and watched as his eyes followed it, she took a step towards him, when she leant forwards he thought for a second that she was about to kiss him, but instead she ran the crop down his cheek. Lucius felt a shiver run down his spine, the way she looked in that outfit, and the thoughts of her with the riding crop causing him to become aroused. 'Damn' he thought 'what is she doing to me?'
Grabbing his hair she pulled his head back baring his throat and neck, running the crop down his exposed throat before running it down the front of his shirt and across one of his nipples. Laying the crop on the bed beside him for a moment, she ran both her hands across his shoulders and collarbone. Catching him totally off guard she grasped the front of his shirt and tore it open. Lucius gasped and yelled at her 'what the HELL do you think you are doing woman?'
Terrified but just managing to keep her composure Nichol replied 'oh shut up Lucius, don't make me gag you'
'You would not DARE!' he spat
Looking Lucius directly in the face she calmly said 'carry on giving me a headache Lucius and you will see just what I dare do, now do you wish to shut the fuck up or do I make good my threat?'
For once in his life it was Lucius who was shocked, he had never thought she would have it in her, he was sure she had not until he had gotten his hands on her, and he smirked to himself as he realised he was feeling proud of his new protégé.
Approaching Lucius again she picked the riding crop back up, running it down his chest, allowing the tip of the crop to flick across each of his nipples in turn. Following the trail of the crop with her own nails she pressed quite heavily cause red marks to mar his pale ivory skin.
Stepping closer to him she took his chin in her hand and kissed him before tilting her head to his neck and running her tongue down his neck. Unsure why but she was fascinated by the skin on his neck, the feel of his pulse just beneath the surface.
Running her hand down his chest and over the front of his jodhpurs feeling his cock growing under her touch. Stroking over the growing bulge with the riding crop and gentle flicking it with the end of the crop causing Lucius to hold his breath partly with the sensation and partly from the fear that she could actually cause him a lot of pain but mainly from the anticipation and hope that she would do just this.