Lucius and the Waif - COMPLETE

The character of Lucius Malfoy belongs to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing him for a while. No copyright transgressions are intended and no profit is made.
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Chapter Two – Lea


A guard came to her small, dingy room at the rear of the prison, demanding entrance saying he came from the Warden. Lea had heard that before. Sometimes it was true, and sometimes it was not. When she allowed the guard through her protection wards, he stood leering at her, calculating when he would have enough money to use her himself. She was pretty beneath the grime and her young body was so very curvy with those high breasts that more than filled his fingers when he had squeezed them the last time. He and the other guards were only allowed to use her if they had the money. She was reserved for the prisoners’ use otherwise. The guard knew that the Warden made an exception for himself, the old shit.


Lea could see all the ugly thoughts chase themselves across the guard’s face. He didn’t make any move to shed his own clothes, so she knew he didn’t have enough money yet, or he would have been there on his own account. Her small stockpile of coins was slowly growing, but it would be a long time before she could escape this life her mother had left her to. Her only protection now was the warding spell her mother had left on her door.


She merely looked at him and waited. The guard wasn’t getting any reaction from her at his presence, so he grabbed her arm and shoved her to her feet. “You’re wanted by a prisoner. Come along, slut.”


Words had long ago stopped hurting her. The pressure on her arm was made to hurt her, but she showed no sign of that either. She docilely went with the guard wondering which prisoner would want her. Most of them had long since faded to the point of indifference about sex, preferring to use their feeble strengths to repel the dementors.


Her own layer of grime was more of a passive defense against the guards and the Warden than a weapon against the prisoners. She sometimes detested her dirt enough to bathe it away for a time, but she was always sorry because the Warden would know and force her to his quarters. Her brief garment was torn and dirty, with its own stale scent. She often thought of it as her costume in her unending role in the prison. She kept her face vacant as they walked in a new direction away from the one she was used to taking through the rough, gray stone corridors.


They walked until they were high up in a different wing of the prison from the main block of cells. The guard finally stopped and released the spell on a carved set of double doors set into a smooth granite wall. She had no time to examine the doors before they were opened by the most beautiful male she had ever seen. She hadn’t seen any men with even the slightest pretensions to looks after Azkaban got through with them, so she hadn’t known men could even look like that. Lea stood there mutely admiring the man. He, in turn, was definitely not admiring her.


Lucius stifled an involuntary recoil at the small, pitiful, filthy female before him. He silently asked himself if he was actually that desperate, but his cock vociferously said yes, so he reluctantly let them in. He gestured to the guard to leave her. The guard scowled, but left quickly, recognizing his presence was not wanted.


Lucius slowly walked all the way around her, trying not to breathe too heavily for the unpleasant aroma coming at him in toxic waves. Lea remained standing in place, not wanting to prematurely terminate her few moments with this glorious creature. Sadly, she knew she was going to be sent away. If she had had any warning, she could have bathed, even if she knew where that would lead her ultimately. Now she had no chance at all with this… prisoner? He was a prisoner? It must be a joke, but why would anyone even bother to play a joke on her with an obviously powerful wizard. She was at a loss to know what to think.


Lucius walked away from her toward the window again and stood there thinking. Was there anything under that filth to appeal to him? He examined her from a distance, noting the slight, torn tunic she wore, and saw that she was nicely formed with what looked like a curvaceous figure if he could get past the smell. Was that dark brown hair or was it the dirt and grease? He couldn’t quite tell, but her eyes were clear and a riveting cobalt blue in her grimy face. Those legs were long and really world class, if one liked legs, and Lucius did. Her height looked to be well under his chin, and he wryly acknowledged that he very much liked that she was so much smaller than he. His cock was screaming at him for action, but he couldn’t bring himself to touch her as she was. He clamped down on his libido and spoke for the first time, “First, I want you to bathe. The bathroom is through there, first door on the left. Use the shampoo.”


Lea was stupefied. He actually wanted to use her? But why? Where was the trick? She looked mutely at him and, following his pointing hand she saw a hallway. She nodded and turned in that direction.


Lucius stopped her with a question, “What is your name?” He really only wanted to know if she could speak.


“Lea,” she said in a soft voice. She started walking again and found the open door to the bathroom. She stood there silently gaping at the luxurious appointments and furnishings. The monumental change in her surroundings abruptly sent Lea into sensory overload. She stood there dumbly, keeping her face expressionless from long experience of self-protection, but absolutely roiling inside with her fear, wonder, and plain, unadorned shock. Her mind then protectively shut down, as it had brutally been taught from so many previous unpleasant encounters.


Lucius saw her freeze in the doorway and closed his eyes with resignation. Obviously, she was unacquainted with normal bathing facilities. If he wanted any servicing from her today, he was going to have to be a more active partner in her ablutions. No cleaning spell was going to get that much accumulated, ground-in filth off her. However, if the spell could get the nastiest layers of dirt off her quickly, it might even be enjoyable helping her clean her body. He gritted his teeth and moved toward her, forcing her bodily into the bathroom with one finger on her back. He quickly turned on the shower for her and, from a distance, used a small spell to strip her of her noisome tunic, tossing it into a trash receptacle with the flick of a finger.


Lucius turned back to her and came to a halt. Her body was much better than he had thought. A long shower with plenty of scrubbing, and she would do well. His cock acknowledged her attractive body with a sudden throbbing that Lucius tried vainly to subdue under his robe, but he needn’t have worried. Lea wasn’t moving at all. No reaction to her own nudity, and none to him. He ran the cleaning spell over her to little effect.


Lucius decidedly did not want to wash that soiled body or hair, but his need for release was riding him hard now, and he was no longer master of his own body. Closing his eyes briefly in vexation, Lucius disrobed, turned his head to inhale and, holding his breath, he roughly pushed her into the shower. He followed her into the spacious tiled area and poured shampoo on her head. She stood looking at him with an eerie vacant expression, letting him wash her from head to toe and back again. She didn’t react to his ministrations even when he washed her breasts and between her legs, which Lucius was starting to enjoy.


He had expected her to do something to him in return, anything would have been well-received at this point for Lucius, but she gave him nothing, no recognition whatsoever. He retaliated against her lack of attention by rather viciously cleaning out her woman’s core with his finger. He didn’t want to think about any previous occupants, plus he felt justified by the way she ignored him. Still, she stood there passively, allowing the insulting invasion of her private parts.


Lucius was at a standstill. He wanted the sex, but he didn’t want to be the supplicant and she wasn’t reacting to him at all. He pulled her out of the shower, dried them both with a simple dehydrating spell, pulled on his robe, and carried her to the second bedroom. He never allowed any of the females he used to enter his own bedroom.