My Muggle

Blargh. First time trying to write smut. I don't think I'm very good at it yet... TT-TT

Anyway, whatever.

Disclaimer: it's not mine, homies. It's not mine.

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Draco stared at his birthday present. It didn’t take the Dark Lord Long to realize that killing muggles and mudbloods pointlessly was, however fun, unproductive, and set them to work. The massive slave trade had swept the world and they were used for everything from cooking to cleaning to prostitution to entertainment. (That is, if they were very, very lucky.)
This girl before him had been very, very lucky thus far. She had traveled from house to business to stage all around the world, singing. She had seen everything from Zimbabwe to Japan. And now, she was closer to home than she’d been in years. She was an American, but at least they spoke English in Britain.
Draco had seen pictures of her, once fatter than now, and smiling. She used to have muggle friends. But now, now she had an exquisite body, trained and whipped into shape for higher and higher prices. The look in her eyes though… That look could cut you to the core. It had an anger about it, a death glare that made you want to cower and run, but also a sadness that brought you to your knees and made you want to fix everything that could be wrong.
She stood defiantly before him, in the common garb of the slaves in trade, her simple cotton underwear to show off the goods that were being sold. The white she was clad in was a symbol of her value, her virginity and purity. He could see the lines of her body and catch the pride in the way she carried herself. How could she have kept that being a slave to so many? She had a few scars, on her stomach and legs, even more on her back. The most prominent was a long one around her side, cutting from past her spine to nearly her navel. It was still red.
Finally, Draco’s eyes rested on hers and he jumped. How had she become so demanded in the trade business with a glare like that? She tossed her long brown hair back and blew bangs out of her eyes. “You don’t have to stare. I’ll be here a while, you know,” she hissed.
“Do not talk like that to your new master!” hissed her last owner, a German man with a balding head and a huge gut, raising his fist.
Lucious grabbed the man’s arm until he was on his knees. “you would do well not to touch the objects that belong to the Malfoy home. You are dismissed.”
“But sir, would you not like to hear her information? The warnings and such? Robyn is known for-”
Lucious cut the man off harshly. “I’m not quite sure about your country, but in ours we can take care of our property very successfully on our own. Good day.”
Draco did not miss Robyn’s flash of a grin before she replaced it with the stoic glare of before. She looked back up at her previous owner and said, “You heard the man. Gehen Sie zurück nachhause, bevor ich Sie tote.”
“Sie würden sich nicht trauen.”
She turned toward him slightly, the chains around her wrists and ankles clattering a bit, and he took one step back. “Sie sollten laufen,” she said icily. And he ran.
“What was that?” Draco asked. “What did you say to him?”
Robyn’s face became stoic once more and she dropped her head to look at the ground.
Lucious waved his son’s question away. “What services have you previously performed, Robyn?”
“Cleaning, cooking, singing, dancing, mending, training, guarding, teaching, sewing,” she listed. She knew them all by heart, rattling them all off as though reading them from a list.
“Is that all?”
Robyn nodded curtly.
“Never in your life have your masters made you perform sexual tasks?”
Her head shot up and she panic invaded her face. Her blue eyes darted wildly from Draco to his father. “But… That would destroy my price, wouldn’t it? I’d be worth half of what I am now!”
Lucious touched her face with a cold smirk. “I don’t intend to sell you.”
Robyn’s jaw dropped and she glanced at Draco.
Luscious had been like this lately. It seemed to be how he coped with losing Narcissa in the Great Battle. He continued to rent slaves and concubines, bring home loose women and meet prostitutes in hotel rooms. One of them robbed him blind and it still didn’t stop him. Draco was pretty sure it was a disease by now. And if it wasn’t, Lucious would have one soon enough. That would be fun to explain at St. Mungo’s.
Sadly, it seemed, this was just another ploy for Lucious to sleep with another young girl. She wasn’t a gift for Draco as had been claimed – she was household property. She was free game. As had been his Christmas gift and his Graduation present from Hogwarts.
He really thought Robyn would be different.
Draco couldn’t think why, but he did. He had wanted her too. It was his birthday. Couldn’t his father think about something other than his orgasms on Draco’s own birthday?
“Father?” Draco asked, clearing his throat.
Lucious didn’t look up from Robyn’s great, wide, terrified eyes as he ran one finger down her throat.
“It’s just that…”
“Yes Draco?” He had reached the girl’s collarbone.
“Robyn… was meant for me, wasn’t she? For my birthday?”
Lucious stopped his finger’s travel at her cleavage. “Your birthday. Yes. Of course.” He pulled his finger away and turned, giving Robyn a chance to release her held breath. She shot a look at Draco that he didn’t expect. Was that thanks in her face?
Lucious nodded at his son. “Happy Birthday, then, Draco. I assume you wish for something more fitting for your gift to wear? You may look through the stores I keep for my own slaves or you can take Robyn out with you to Diagon or Knockturn Alley. Which would you prefer?”
Draco glanced over his father’s shoulder at his new property. She was tall and stocky, larger than all of his concubines and slaves. (Father had always preferred them thin.) None of the clothes he had already would fit her unless he magically altered them, but they would still be used, covered in the fluids and juices of his father’s sex life.
“We’ll go shopping. Is this a part of my gift as well, father, or do I need to go get some money from my room?”
“Take it as a gift, Draco. Here. And bring me back a polyjuice potion. I’m running low and the next batch may not be ready for a while.”
“Yes, father.” That was another thing that Lucious had taken up. He had kept all of Narcissa’s hair, braided in the memorial he’d made for her. Lucious Malfoy was many things, and madly in love had been one of them. It was uncommon for him to not use a polyjuice potion on concubines that would comply to act as though they were Narcissa themselves. Since his mother’s death, Draco had walked in on his parent’s having sex or cuddling more times than anyone else ever possibly could.
Lucious swished his wand and said, “Accio dress!” A skimpy green summer dress floated down the stairs and into his hands. “Incarcerio,” he mumbled, before handing it to Robyn.
“What was that spell?” She asked warily, hesitating to put the dress over her head.
Lucious smirked and began pulling the dress over her head. “We told you that we can take care of our things in Britain. You won’t need those chains any longer, as long as your clothing has that spell on it. Any time that Draco or I tug on this imaginary rope, like this-” Robyn’s limbs shot to her body as though she were bound. He tugged again and she slid across the floor to him, her body pressed to his. “It will be as though the chains never left. Be good, Robyn.” Lucious pressed a carnal kiss into her neck and let the invisible rope drop, releasing her from the spell. With a wave of his wand, the chains disappeared entirely and Robyn worked her arms into the dress properly. “Have fun, Draco.”

Draco got the distinct feeling that Robyn might kill him. He was glad for his father’s spell so that she couldn’t. If she attacked, all he needed to do was yank the rope like his father had and she was stuck.
He wasn’t really worried about her until another wizard, an old warlock with missing teeth and a body odor you could practically see, cornered her, saying something along the lines of, “Hey, how about a good time for an old fellow like me? I can make it worth your while.”
“Master!” she called out, her teeth gritting.
Draco turned around to see her back against the wall while the man reached up her dress. “Robyn, come here! Get away from-”
She didn’t wait one second more. It wasn’t Draco’s words that had jarred her to action, either. It was, very obviously his hand. When he reached the place where Draco knew her most private place to be, she snapped. Her eyes shot wide and she grabbed the old man by the hair, slamming his face into her knee as hard as she could, for all she was worth, and the let him drop to the ground. She dusted off her dress and caught up to the stunned Malfoy, who was watching him bleed, broken and unmoving on the Alley floor.
“He’ll be fine, Master. Just a broken nose, maybe a concussion, most definitely out for lunch. But he had no right.” Draco looked into her eyes. “No. Right.”
With a great swallow, Draco led Robyn into the shop nearest to them, the one he’d been heading for. It was the number one place in Britain to obtain clothes for female slaves. Draco quickly flitted around the store, grabbing kinky, sexy, and girly that might fit his new American, and then shoving her into a dressing room.
When the door opened again, she was clad what he was sure was supposed to look like a Hogwarts uniform. It was a Hufflepuff uniform, an accidental grab in his mad rush, but it fit her so smoothly, showed just the right skin, that Draco felt himself stiffen. “Another,” he said. “And give that one to me when you show me the next one.” For 45 minutes, Robyn paraded before Draco in dress after costume after lingerie after dress. Finally, they left with twenty full outfits in tow.
“Right,” Draco said, ready to go home and fap a great deal after the fashion show he’d witnessed. “Let’s get back to the Manor.”
“Your father’s polyjuice potion,” she said.
“Oh. Right. Well. Let’s get that then.”
It took forever for Draco to walk ten steps, buy the polyjuice potion, and then apparate back home, but that how everything felt when one was aching in the place that Draco was aching in.
“Father! We’re back!”
“Good! Let me see what you’ve bought!”
Draco let out a tiny groan as his father dug through his bags. “Father,” he murmured. “I would like some time with Robyn, if you don’t mind. Please don’t use my new things on your girls while we’re away.” He plucked a piece of lingerie from a bag and held it out to Lucious. After a brief stare, he cleared his throat and Lucious cast the spell on that garment as well before Draco grabbed his slave by the arm and apparated up to his room.
“Wear this,” he commanded, acting like his father always had to his girls.
Robyn’s eyes narrowed and she snatched the garment from him. After a few moment’s staring, she said, “Well?”
“What?”
“Are you going to turn around?”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Be glad that I’m not going to throw you on the bed and tear your clothes off right now. Change into that.”
Robyn’s eyes flared and she took one step forward. That was all it took for Draco to snatch the imaginary rope and tug twice. Her body slammed into his and he wrapped one arm around her. “I don’t know what your other owners did with you, but they were fools to keep you in white. Now change into that.”
Robyn’s eyes were cold. “Did you miss my scene in the alley?”
Draco crushed his lips to hers. "We're not in the alley. I'm not going to touch you... if you do what i ask. Understood?
Robyn twisted and squirmed. "Fine. Fine! Let me go!"
Draco let his hand fall open and Robyn crumpled to the floor. "Get up. And change."
Robyn stood and avoided her master's eyes while she slowly stripped the dress. It was a tease as she let it fall and he could see her new underthings.
After the initial accident with the Hufflepuff uniform, Draco decided to branch out from his green, silver, and black routine. And he found that Robyn looked best in blue, white, and black. That's what she was wearing now and his erection was returning with a vengeance. As Robyn reached back to release the hooks on her bra, Draco reached down and adjused his tightening trousers. When the bra fell, he gave up adjusting and unbutoned instead, reaching down to stroke his member.
"Do you have to do that?" she hissed when she heard the sounds. With a violently crimson blush, she wrapped her arms around her breasts.
"Yes, I do. Now finish changing."
Robyn's blush was spreading down her chest as she pulled the blue and black thong down, muttering something about "buttfloss."
Draco watched avidly as she pulled the peice of blue clothing back on with extensive white trim. She turned to him and spread her arms to show off. His pace picked up and he beckoned to her.
"Uh-uh! No way! You said you wouldn't tou-"
Draco let himself go and tugged twice on the imaginary rope. She crashed into him and he grabbed her face with his clean hand, free of pre-cum and kissed her harshly. "I lied."
"I-mmg!"
Draco used both arms to hold her and grope, finding his way down to her folds, running one finger over her clit.
"MMNG!" She thrashed violently and shoved away from him. Draco reached out for her again, but drew back. For the first time, she didn't look murderous. She was crying.
"Please," she sobbed. "Please."
Draco pulled his hand back. She was a muggle. She was below him. He shouldn't have pity on her.
But he did. Draco threw the green dress at her. "Get out."
"Sir?"
"Get out. I have... business. Go."
Robyn sood up and yanked the dress over her head, running out. At least he could get off on the images she had given him. He closed his eyes and relived his muggle's strip while he began to stroke himself again.

BY THE WAY!
the german up there says:
“Now leave before I kill you.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“You should run.”