Dinner With the Malfoys

DINNER: TWO

I awoke stark naked and chained to a bed by my ankle. The bed was an ancient four-poster, the room luxurious. I was still at Malfoy Manor. Oh, but not for long, not if there was anything I could do about it!

My memories of the night before were only too clear. I recalled Narcissa's threat about 'tomorrow evening', and I knew that dinner tonight would be as... twisted... as last night. Or worse. I looked around a bit frantically, hoping to see something I could use to escape. Damn the Malfoys! I was frightened and furious. Who the *hell* takes a bride prisoner so she can be impregnated by the lord of the manor in the twentieth century! There was such a thing as taking pureblood privilege too far. Much, much too far.

I saw no handy steel file, unfortunately. There was a nightstand by the bed with a diary in the drawer, though, and I put the diary to good use by writing down what had happened to me last evening. It also crossed my mind that it might be proof as well, should it come to that. My wand was missing, as was even the remnant of clothing I'd had left when Lucius and my fiance had finished with me. Never mind, I could manipulate Draco to get me my wand. Then I could do something to get myself out of this impossible situation.

I was left alone for most of the afternoon. A servant girl came in and unchained me to go to the loo, which was sufficiently embarassing. She wouldn't speak to me, except to tell me 'Mr. Malfoy' wanted me to put on the skimpy dress she brought. I tore it in two and dropped it to the floor. She went away and brought me back another dress even more revealing than the first. Merlin's balls! I might as well wear it, it's better than going down to dinner naked.

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[Next morning, 6:35 a.m.]
Narcissa had an appreciative audience to witness her pleasures last night, just as she'd had the evening before. Dinner had been a silent affair, but Narcissa had become eerily cheerful as she walked me into the billiards room afterward. The men went before me, Narcissa sweeping me on from behind. She gave me no time to think. We had no sooner entered the room than she pointed her wand at me and murmured two inaudible curses. All my clothing vanished, and my wrists were suddenly tightly bound before me. Lucius and Draco swept me over to a golden hook dangling from a chain, and slipped my wrists onto it. My naked feet barely reached the carpet.

Narcissa stood next to a wall cabinet well-stocked with flagellaria. She was smiling. She plucked up a short, wide riding crop in her long, slender fingers.

She took two quick strides toward me and brought the crop smartly down across my breasts with a loud smack. I heard Draco and Lucius applaud her. Narcissa gave a rather mad little bow towards where they now lounged in their club chairs.

The crack and the sting of it made me lunge back, trying to get away, but there was nowhere to go, and down the crop came again. An approving, lustful murmur came from our intent pair of watchers. The second time she cropped me, I cried out as it left a red weal. "Don't! Stop this! Stop it, please!"

"If you insist," she purred into my ear. Then she moved back towards the flagellarium.

I looked up in time to see her pick out a long, supple whip from its rack. Oh, no, no, no, this is too much... my thoughts were becoming more and more hysterical. And then all thought fled as Narcissa cracked the whip over my naked back. It burned, like fire, like lightning heat and pain cut in a thin line across my skin. Then crack! another stroke hit me. I was kicking, struggling, dangling from my wrists as my feet slipped, the whip coming down again and again, slicing my skin... six strokes... finally, only the sound of my harsh breathing as I hung there. I slowly got my feet back under me.

Narcissa stepped close behind me, making me flinch involuntarily. She lifted the hair off the back of my neck and kissed me. I felt her body-heat near my shrinking flesh. Then she softly put her hands on my waist, and slid them up my back, smearing the bleeding lashmarks she had left. Her red palms came around my body and slid to my breasts. I smelled my own metallic blood. She pressed herself against my hip. I gasped as she began to rub against me.

"Now, Lucius!" she snapped. He must have known what she was going to do; he was instantly standing before me, lifting my legs up to wrap around his waist. I was dangling, pressed tightly between him and Narcissa, my sex spread wide open and riding the hard ridge of Lucius' erection. I sucked in air desperately as they both began to move, her sex crushing hard against my hipbone, his enormous phallus like a pole I was being rubbed upon.

My back was on fire. Somehow the pain blended into all the sensations I was feeling: heat, pressure, the scent of Narcissa's perfume, Lucius' musk, my own blood, the feel of her mound pressing against me, that cock, their hands. I was lost, adrift in a whirl of feelings I'd never imagined. Narcissa kept licking and sucking at the top of a lashmark on my shoulder: hot pain and cool relief alternating from the tip of her lapping tongue. She was grinding rapidly against me, and her breath was fast and hard in my ear. Suddenly she cried out; her sharp white teeth bit down on my shoulder; and she shuddered all over as she climaxed. Then she backed away from me. She was gone.

"Ah," Lucius' deep voice purred. I shivered in his arms. "Now it's my turn." And with no more warning than that, he drove his cock into me up to the hilt.

I screamed, whether in pain or in pleasure I will never know. But from that moment on, the pain fled from my mind and the only sensation I had left was ecstasy. My legs gripped Lucius' hips; his hands clasped my buttocks, lifting and dropping me. Each time he let me drop he lifted that immense cock up to meet me. Impalement. Right up to the center of my body. Each thrust made me writhe atop him and moan, then lift up shuddering only to be impaled once again. Shaking, crying out, I could do nothing but feel the climax building deep inside me, where Lucius' cockhead was the center of my burning body.

And just as orgasm swamped me, I felt that turgid cockhead swell and pulse, and I heard Lucius groan thickly, "Yes, now, you bitch! Take my seed, let me fill you... ah, gods, you depraved... little whore... take it... take it all!"

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[Later same day; Noon]
As before, I awoke early this morning with my ankle chained to the bedpost. My body was a bit sore, although someone had apparently healed me while I was asleep. Asleep? Or unconscious? For the first time, it occurred to me to wonder whether the Malfoys had drugged me.

And to wonder what was going to happen to me tonight... To distract myself, I wrote the events of last night down in the diary. I was calm enough afterwards to try to make some plans. Something simply had to be done. This must stop.