Falling Starr

Starr reached Lucius' study, looked around to ensure she was unobserved and unlocked the
door with the passwords. The door closed and locked automatically behind her. She found
Lucius' bottle of very old liqueur scotch, the stuff she'd only tasted when she kissed him, and
poured herself half a glass full. It's alcohol content was so high that it, combined with all the
champagne she'd drunk, shouldn't take much more than that to put her into a nice dreamless
stupor. She settled herself into one of the comfortable chairs in front of the fire. The scotch
was smooth...warm and sweet. She closed her eyes and relaxed, fully intending on taking
her shoes off as soon as she felt like moving again.
"I knew if I waited long enough, you'd give yourself away." A cool, haughty female voice
snapped Starr out of her relaxed state.
She knew who it was before she opened her eyes, but she peeked anyway, willing her eyes
not to reveal how scared she was. She fortified herself with a mouthful of scotch.
Narcissa Malfoy stood in front of her, the cold blue eyes assessing, calculating. "I can't fault
my husband's taste. You're beautiful, if a little younger than I expected." She shrugged
elegantly, reminding Starr of Draco. "And emotional. How does he cope with your emotions,
I wonder?" She took the glass of scotch from Starr's hand, deliberately brushing her cold
fingers against Starr's warm ones. She smiled, a cold smile. "Mmmm, I'm going to enjoy
this..."
Starr prayed Narcissa was talking about the scotch, but ion bon became clear that she wasn't.
The cold fingers encircled her wrist. pulling her from the chair, Narcissa's height making it
easier for her to dominate the shorter girl.
"Do you talk? You're so quiet. Lucius would like that." She took a mouthful of scotch and
put the glass down on a table. "Are you quiet while he's fucking you..?"
There was a knock on the door and the door handle rattled. "Starr...are you in there?"
Sirius' voice reached them.
Starr opened her mouth to answer her father, relieved that someone had come looking for
her. Narcissa shook her head and placed her finger across Starr's lips. "I don't think so.
Don't start talking now. You'll ruin all my plans." She picked up her wand.
Starr closed her mouth, silently and listened to Sirius telling Remus that she wasn't there,
listened to them walking away. She closed her eyes, realising the hopeless situation she
was in. Soft lips replaced the finger on her lips, long fingernails gently scratching her neck,
the hand holding her head still when she would have pulled away. Narcissa ended the kiss
when she was ready to.
"Don't." Starr whispered. "Please...don't."
"You've got no say in it, darling. Lucius promised me anything I wanted if I discovered who
his mistress was and I want...his mistress. I want you."
"He won't..."
Narcissa laughed. "Of course he will. Do you think he loves you? You're just a pleasant
little diversion for him, just one of many over the years."
Starr shook her head. Snape was right. Lucius and Narcissa were playing a game...and she
was the prize. How could he do this to her?
"Lucius doesn't know what I want, of course. But he never could deny me anything..."
Another kiss. She brushed the tears off Starr's cheeks with her thumbs. "Crying won't
help..."
"Will anything?"
"No, sweetheart. Nothing." Her voice was husky in Starr's ear as she pulled the pins out of
her hair, allowing the reddish blonde waves to fall down her back.
Starr pushed her fringe out of her eyes and looked at the older woman. She'd always
thought lesbians were supposed to be slightly masculine, either in build or personality, but
Narcissa was very feminine- curvacious and beautiful, the epitome of sophistication and
elegance. She supposed, given her postion in society, she had to to be.
The study door opened, causing both women to turn around. Lucius assessed the scene in
front of him. "Starr, what are you doing in here? Your father is looking for you."
She opened her mouth to speak, but was once again silenced by Narcissa's finger. "Ssssh
darling."
Starr refused to let her eyes meet Lucius'. Narcissa smiled. Lucius had done an excellent
job in breaking the girl's spirit. Now, to just take her from him would be sweet indeed, even if
it was only for the one night.
"Narcissa, let the girl go, she's just a child."
"That didn't stop you, though, did it?" She countered. "You said you'd give me anything I
wanted if I discovered who your mistress was. I want your little toy." She gave a small laugh.
"Just for tonight. I don't need the responsibility of looking after her."
Lucius thought for a minute. He still hadn't come up with a punishment for Starr's earlier
infraction. To leave her with Narcissa for the night should make her think twice about the
way she spoke to him. On second thoughts, Narcissa had never been particularly careful
with other people's possessions. "Very well, but I'm staying. I've seen how you treat
your...toys."
Narcissa looked delighted. "Wonderful darling. You know how much I enjoy a
menage-a-trois."
Lucius' eyes met Starr's. The blue eyes flashed hatred at him and she looked away.
"You've got her nicely trained, Lucius." Narcissa's hand slid up Starr's thigh, the other one
resting on her hip.
Starr took a deepath.ath. It was now or never, Narcissa was obviously expecting her to stay
complient. She manoeuvred her foot behind Narcissa's and pushed her, not waiting to see if
she fell. She ran for the door, praying she'd get there before the other woman recovered.
Not quick enough.
"Crucio."
Pain exploded in her head...red hot blades were piercing her body, inside and out. She
screamed and fell to the carpet, curling herself into a ball against the p As As quickly as it
came, it was gone.
Lucius was laughing. Narcissa glared at him. "I thought you would have expected more
obedience than that."
He smirked. "I've never had that kind of trouble with her."
"I'm sure I won't have any more trouble." Narcissa snarled and walked over to Starr. "Get
up, bitch."
"Go to hell."
A strong hand grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her to her knees. She yelped with pain
and clawed at the hand, trying to make it let go. That just succeeded in making Narcissa
hold tighter and pull harder. "I said "˜get up'."
Starr struggled to her feet, rubbing the tears from her eyes and breathing heavily. She
glanced over at Lucius, who was lounging in a chair, an amused look on his face. He'd never
seen this side of Starr, and it surprised him. He hadn't thought she had it in her.
Narcissa's hand was holding her arm. "I think we need to apparate to a bedroom." she told
Lucius.
He nodded and moved to stand the other side of Starr. She looked up at him and shook her
head slightly. "No..." Both Malfoys spoke the words that would take them to Lucius' bedroom
upstairs.
When they appeared in the bedroom, Lucius and Narcissa both let go of Starr. Her legs
gave way under her and she landed heavily on the floor. God, she hated apparating, when
she had been drinking it was even worse. She held her head in her hands to make it stop
spinning, wishing they'd both go away and leave her to sleep. She felt Lucius pick her up
and lay her on his bed.
"Why are you letting this happen?"
"Think about the way you speak to me, next time." he shrugged and laughed. "Relax, you
might even like it."
"No..."
"Well, whether you do or not makes no difference to me." Narcissa sat next to her on the
bed, pulling her into a tight embrace and kissing her hungrily. Lucius untied the bow keeping
her dress on, for the second time that evening. Narcissa's tongue was invading her mouth,
her hands were on her skin, smooth and cold, the fingernails scratching softly. She pushed
Starr back on the bed, easing the dress over her hips, smiling at the lack of under.
.
"Don't you buy her underwear, Lucius?" She stood and draped the dress over a chair.
"This was her choice, done for shock value. It backfired, didn't it child?"
Starr glared at him. "Not earlier."
He smiled and kissed her. "No, not earlier..."
Her arms slid around his neck, holding him tight. He broke the kiss. "Kiss her like that..." he
spoke against her lips.
"No..."
"I want to see you respond to her...like you respond to me."
Her look was one of disbelief. Did he think she was acting when they made love. She
couldn't fake the way she felt about him. "I can't."
Narcissa sat on the bed, the opposite side to Lucius. She'd removed her dress, but kept on
her black satin corselet and g-string. "Maybe we'd better get rid of these shoes." she started
untying the leather strips from around Starr's ankles. "They could be quite dangerous if she
decided to get rebellious again." She removed a shoe and studied it. "Hmmmm, trashy...but
very sexy. Did you buy them for her darling?"
Lucius laughed. "No, that's Draco and Harry's idea of style. Her birthday present from
them."
Narcissa smiled. "I must have a word to that boy." she discarded the shoes and turned her
attention back to Starr. The girl looked scared. Fear of the unknown? She knelt between
Starr's legs and leaned over her to kiss her, capturing her hands and holding them above her
head. She knelt back again and turned her back to Lucius. "Unlace this thing please
darling."
Lucius' fingers went to the lacings on Narcissa's corselet, but the knots proved to tight for
him. "Who tied these knots?"
"My sister."
"Well, get her to buy you a new one." he pulled a knife from a concealed draw in the bedside
table and cut through the laces, impatiently. Just because he didn't love her, it didn't mean
he was averse to seeing her naked...and he was waiting to see her with Starr.
Starr opened her eyes to see Narcissa discarding her g-string. She had to admit that the
older woman was in excellent shape. She was slim and toned, her skin the same ivory colour
all over. She obviously avoided the sun at all times, unlike Starr, who had spent the last
summer doing as much nude sunbathing as she possibly could, given the unpredictable
English climate, leaving her skin a light gold colour.
Lucius and Narcissa exchanged a look. Lucius leaned over Starr, his eyes holding hers.
"I hate you." she hissed at him.
"He shrugged uncaringly. "Why would that bother me?" His mouth descended on hers,
capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Despite her earlier words of hatred, her arms found
their wrounround his neck.
Cool, smooth fingers ran across her stomach, over her ribs. Warm lips followed the path
made by the fingers. Sharp bites, soothed by a warm tongue on her breasts, making her
gasp against Lucius' mouth. Her nipples were sucked and licked until Narcissa finally felt her
relax. Lucius transferred her arms from his neck to his wife's. A whimper, then Narcissa
claimed her lips and Starr clung to her, craving the contact.
Lucius stood back and watched his wife and his mistress. Both beautiful, both different.
Narcissa's kiss ended and she worked her way down to Starr's neck, while her elegant
fingers softly traced patterns on her breasts, avoiding all contact with the sensitive nipples.
"Touch me."
At the soft words spoken in her ear, Starr realised her hands were gripping the silk bed
sheets. She lifted them tentatively, trying to regain some control over her treacherous body.
She didn't want to touch the other woman, that would mean they'd won. "No."
Narcissa laughed softly, seductively, her breath warm in Starr's ear. Then her mouth was at
her breasts again, teasing one nipple while her fingers toyed with the other. That hand was
removed and another mouth took over, rougher, more demanding.
"Lucius..." Starr breathed, allowing her hand to smooth through his hair and down his naked
back. Narcissa's mouth left her breast and she repositioned herself between Starr's legs.
Her questing fingers found the younger girl's clitoris and she rubbed gently.
"No!" Starr pushed Lucius from her and tried to dislodge Narcissa's hand from it's sensual
playing. Lucius pushed her back on the bed, roughly. "Behave..." and he kissed her, just as
she felt Narcissa's tongue and lips on her inner thighs, alternately licking and kissing. Then
the tongue warm and wet on her clitoris. She struggled under Lucius' weight, biting and
scratching. If she could get rid of him, she reasoned, she'd have more of a chance with the
other woman. Her fingernails caught his face. "Fuck...bitch..." his eyes narrowed
dangerously and she closed her eyes, preparing herself for pain, but all he did was slap her
face. A click of his fingers and softly spoken words saw two pieces of rope appear in his
hands. He wrenched Starr's arms up over her head and lashed her hands to the bed head.
He desperately wanted her to suck his cock, but he wasn't putting it any where near her
mouth at the moment. He had the vague impression that threat all all the unforgivable
curses wouldn't stop her from sinking her teeth in to it.
Lucius' abuse had blurred into unreality. All Starr's thoughts now centred on Narcissa's
tongue and teeth as she nibbled and licked. She tried vainly to free her hands, knowing from
previous experience they'd stay tied. Lucius had never yet tied her up so she could get out
of it. She glared at him, his arrogance and self assurance disgusting her. He'd pay for this.
Two of Narcissa's long taloned fingers invaded Starr causing her back to arch and her breath
to catch in her throat. She kissed the clitoris softly and looked up at her victim who was
straining against the ropes, her body writhing in ecstacy. "Why did you tie her up?" She
withdrew her fingers, ran them over Starr's lips, smiling when she turned her head away, and
stuck them in her own mouth, sucking erotically.
Lucius groaned and knelt between Starr's legs. "Because I couldn't be bothered fighting with
her." he answered his wife and thrust into Starr, burying himself deep within her. She
screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, totally without warning. Lucius kept pounding
into her, caring for nothing but his own pleasure, leaving Narcissa to watch.
She sulked, prettily. "I wanted to do that to her."
"You can't, Narcissa..." one final thrust and Lucius climaxed. He collapsed onto Starr's
exhausted body and kissed her, finding the taste of her on her lips faintly arousing. "You
aren't equipped."
She laughed delightedly, a sound that chilled Starr. "Oh, I have ways around that. You
should know me by now." she unearthed a small cylindrical shaped piece of soft plastic from
her small bag. She tapped the item twice with her wand and it began to change shape until it
accurately resembled a penis, somewhat larger than the average. "What do you think, my
little slut?" she laughed at the look of fear on Starr's face. "My turn to make you scream
next."
"No."
Narcissa's eyes flashed and she slapped Starr's face. "Your negativity is beginning to annoy
me. When will you accept that you are here for my pleasure. You'd enjoy it if you'd just stop
fighting." Her fingertips brushed the tears away, rubbing gently over her reddened cheek,
where she placed a couple of soft kisses. "Is it so bad to be loved by a woman?"
"This isn't love...it's rape."
Another slap. "Really Lucius, how do you put up with her?"
He shrugged. He had stretched out on the bed next to Starr, feeling relaxed and satiated.
He vaguely wished Narcissa would get on with it quietly, not bothering him...or just leave.
Narcissa straddled Starr in a 69 position, realising-correctly-that if she wanted any
gratification that'd be what she'd have to do. She lowered herself to Starr's unresponsive
mouth and licked at the young girl's clitoris again, tasting her husband and Starr mixed
together. She bit the smooth thighs, making Starr cry out in pain, her warm breath tantalising
as it rushed against her vagina. "Use your tongue. Just like you do when you
suck...my...husband."
Starr struggled against the ropes again, kicking her legs as well. Narcissa laughed and used
her hands to hold her legs down. Lucius turned to his side, facing them with renewed
interest. This was something he hadn't seen...or done...for a while. Fuck, he must be
slipping. His wife was getting his mistress to do things he'd not even thought of. He should
have introduced Starr to the pleasures of a threesome, not necessarily with his wife, ages
ago.
Starr turned her face away and met Lucius' eyes, strangely silver in the candle light. He
kissed her and allowed his hands to caress his wife's thighs. "t...t..." he told his young
mistress. "I want to see you make her come."
Starr closed her eyes. The only person who could stop this was more interested in enjoying
watching it. She took a deep breath, the sooner she did as she was told, the sooner the
ordeal would be over. She let the tip of her tongue investigate Narcissa's clit, and gasped
when the other woman echoed her movements. She heard Narcissa's intake of breath and
words urging her to keep going. The feeling of having done to her exactly what she was
doing to someone else was erotic to say the least. Narcissa was thrusting her hips gently,
moaning into Starr and urging her on with nonsensical words. The vibrations of her lips as
she spoke made Starr groan as well and attack her clit with renewed vigour.
"Stick your tongue into her." Lucius murmured.
She licked her way across the slick wetness in front of her and pushed her tongue into
Narcissa's softness, completely unprepared for the reaction she would get. Narcissa tensed
and pushed down onto Starr's tongue, wanting more. Lucius untied her hands, quickly, as
she tried to breathe under Narcissa's hips.
"Use your fingers."
Narcissa exhaled across Starr's vagina, sending shivers of desire through her. She flexed
her fingers and inserted one where her tongue had just ventured, then another. Narcissa's
orgasm was swift and strong, reducing her to a quivering mass of nerve endings. Starr felt it
pulsing around her fingers. She withdrew them and Narcissa gave her clit one last hard lick,
turning herself around and kissing her, letting their individual tastes merge on lips and
tongues. "That wasn't so bad, was it..?" she smirked, and looked at her very aroused
husband. "Lucius didn't think so." she ran a bright red finger nail along his erect cock. He
grabbed her hand.
"Don't touch me." he hissed, through clenched teeth.
She laughed sharply. "Are you going to do it? No...of course not. You're going to want your
little whore back." she kissed Starr again. "You can use her mouth, but she's going to
scream for me." she picked up the dildo and played with it. "On your hands and knees, slut.
Suck his cock..."
Starr felt as though all the fight had permanently left her, she was so tired, exhausted, her
body ached, her arms hurt from having them wrenched above her head and tied so tightly.
Hadn't they had enough? Why couldn't they just leave her alone to sleep? She wearily
turned over and rose to her knees. "Kiss me..." she asked him, wanting to eliminate the
taste of Narcissa on her tongue.
His eyes glittered, but he did as she asked, his arms holding her close, letting her relax
against him. Her hands tangled in his hair as she returned his kiss with a desperate urgency
that bespoke of finality. She broke the kiss and ran her hands down his body, resting them
on his hips and taking his familiar length in her mouth slowly. Tongue teasing, teeth grazing
gently, hot breath and warm wetness wrapping around him. He breathed deeply, allowing
her the freedom to do as she pleased and watched Narcissa run the dildo from Starr's vagina
to her anus, where she pressed it gently. Starr tensed, her mouth leaving Lucius' cock. She
wouldn't. "No!"
Lucius' eyes narrowed dangerously. "If you hurt her, causing her to hurt me, I swear I will kill
you."
Narcissa just laughed and ran the dildo back to tease Starr's vagina. "Maybe next time."
Lucius pushed her head back down to his cock and leaned back against the pillows when he
felt her sucking on him, thusting gently into her mouth.
Narcissa watched them, wondering absently if Starr would swallow when Lucius came. Not
important enough to think about anymore...she turned her attention back to the dildo,
intending on giving the little tramp somethbettbetter to think about. One hand was holding
the formidable device at Starr's entrance, slowly pushing in just the tip, causing shudders of
desire to course through the girl. The other hand reached around and caressed between
Starr's legs.
Starr was finding it hard to think straight. Lucius' cock in her mouth and his wife's fingers
teasing between her legs and pushing that dildo slowly into her. She realised, shamefully,
that she wanted more of what Narcissa was doing to her. She was enjoying it! Did that make
her bi-sexual...or just what they said she was? A slut? She moaned, little vibrations from her
throat making Lucius' cock even harder. She ran her tongue over the tip, tasting the salty
droplets there, making him shudder. He was close.
Narcissa was getting bored. They must both be close to climax by now. She'd just hurry it
up a bit. She forced the dildo into Starr viciously, knowine toe took the girl by surprise by the
sharp intake of breath. She pulled it out of the constricting passage with torturing slowness,
then drove it back in with a vicious thrust.
Starr's orgasm hit, encompassing her whole body. She gave a muffled cry and panted
around Lucius' shaft. The extra stimulation made it impossible for him to hold off any more
and he thrust into her mouth, holding her head still and sending warm spurts of come down
her throat. Narcissa removed the intrusion from Starr's body, leaving her feeling
unreasonably empty.
She lay on her side, next to Lucius' legs, physically drained, and closed her eyes. She didn't
care what Narcissa would come up with next. She could curse her into the middle of next
week for all she cared, she wasn't moving! She felt strong arms slide around her, pulling her
up so her head was on the pillows, a soft kiss and soft words. "Sleep now, child." A warm
quilt pulled over her now shivering body and those familiar arms holding her close.
The candles were extinguished and the bed dipped behind Starr. A cold body fitted itself
around hers, chilling her again. Cold hands on her skin, as well as the warm ones. She tried
to shrug them off. "Ssssh darling. Sleep. No more tonight..." Narcissa's lilting tone pushing
her closer to oblivion. "Who would have thought we'd be sharing a bed again Lucius." She
kissed the now sleeping Starr on the shoulder and closed her eyes.
Lucius grunted a response, knowing that none was really expected. Whilst the perverted
side of his nature had enjoyed tonight's escapade, the possessive side knew it could never
be allowed to happen again. Allowing someone else to have that much control over his
favourite toy was unforgivable ...never again...He, too, drifted off to sleep.