CAGED

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Today Lucius had just had a run in with a "the sisters" as they were known... their reputations preceded them as ruthless animals that would gang rape anyone they could overtake. They would hold a prisoner down while they all took turns raping him. The ring leader, Holmes, had had his eye on Lucius ever since he stepped foot in Azkaban. He would throw cat calls at him and leer at him, Lucius swore if ever got out he would have that excuse for a human castrated.

They tried to overtake him in the showers, his only escape from solitary twice a week. Holmes had two other sidekicks with him, they had almost overtaken Lucius, until he bit down on Holmes hand, broke his arm, nose and a couple ribs with his bare fists. The sidekicks were knocked out before breaking a few of Lucius's ribs and an arm.

He would be in the infirmary for a week for observation because Holmes had tried to bash his head in against the tile before raping him, so they wanted to to check for concussions or internal bleeding. The pain was almost welcome to get out of solitary... and his little taste of limited freedom reminded him of the night he had freed Hermione from her cage...

-4 years ago, the Manor -
Lucius gave her some time to weigh her options, letting the reality of the fact that she was at his mercy sink in. He knew she was a smart witch and would soon come to understand what he required of her. He let her stew for as long as he could before returning to her cell later in the evening.

Lucius entered her cell, she could feel his presence fill the room before he even entered. He had a distinct and powerful aura, she was ashamed to admit his scent of exotic spices and sandalwood made her skin ripple and her nipples hard. She sat up in her cage and smoothed her hair, knowing ultimately it was in vain and she would never appeal to him, she just didn't want to look so disheveled around him she convinced herself.

Lucius calculating gaze was boring into her, he said nothing as he sat in the chair by her cage, looking almost expectantly at her to say something. She couldn't glare back at him for much longer because it made her feel so weak and exposed. He crossed his arms across his chest and looked deep in thought. She heard his movements but hid her face under her disheveled hair, the two had been able to gauge reactions and habits after such close contact for 2 months in her cage. Hermione knew by the look in his eye he was about to bargain with her.

He crossed his arms and leaned back on the chair, giving her an appraising look he broke the silence.
"I will let you out of your cage... under one condition, that you promise to clear my name when it's safe to return to the outside world" Hermione weighed his words in her head, she would have done anything to get out of the cage, but at what price? would he go back to killing in the name of the Dark Lord? She looked into his eye and saw his sincere pleas for her help.

"I will" she whispered. The look in his eyes was magnificent and beautiful and Hermione could only think of how gorgeous he really was. She saw him remove a large brass key from his breast pocket and held it in his teeth as he lowered her cage to the floor. He was incredibly strong she thought to herself, to be able to move her and the iron cage she was in at once. She felt the bottom of her cage meet the floor and looked up through the bars at him.

He looked down at her and his heart ached, she looked so the little orphan, her Cosette to his Jean Valjean. He unlocked the cage and it split in two parts. She felt the heavy iron bars being pushed away from her and the bottom of the cage splitting from underneath her. He offered her his hand, she took it but could not stand up or support her weight.

"your limbs must have atrophied a little" and he picked her up with one quick motion, she was in his big strong arms, at his complete mercy... as always. He set her in the chair and took one of her legs in his hands. She recoiled at his bare flesh on hers out of reflex. He looked up at her with an eyebrow raised from his kneeling position in front of her. He grasped her ankle and moved her leg up and down, bending it at the knee. "you have slight muscle deterioration, but it appears to be minor... we will simply have to work your muscles up over time". "you mean I can't be fixed with a potion or charm?" she said crestfallen. "I'm afraid not at this moment, I will try to procure the ingredients as soon as possible... but I don't think it's likely"

Hermione brought her hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose. "you've hobbled me... I didn't expect this" Lucius sighed heavily, "and I will help you walk again... and need I remind you that I didn't intend on this either?" He moved her other leg up and down to check the mobility of it as well then stood glaring down at her.

"you are going to have to suck it up, now stand". Hermione looked up at him in anguish "I can't!". "will you at least TRY?!" he bellowed, losing his patience. She gritted her teeth and bared weight on her weak and trembling feet, then she slowly shifted her weight fully onto her legs, wobbling out of control Lucius had his arms out to catch her if she should fall. She managed to stand for the briefest of moments before her legs gave out beneath her. She swayed backward and Lucius caught her around her waist, he brought her to his chest.

She noticed the smirk of triumph over his features, and she felt excited by proxy of his own pride in her. "Now with a little more tenacity we should have you hobbling about in no time"
She looked up into his eyes, he was probably a good foot taller than her and she was practically absorbed into his body. She had to cling to him for support. He gently helped her back to the seat. Her body ached from cramps and being confined to a hard iron cage.

From her seat she watched him quietly as he bustled about the room, he quickly transformed the room into a modest bedroom for her. A very soft looking twin bed sat in the corner of her room and he had charmed a dazzling number of light fixtures to the walls. He gave orders to a house elf to bring her a very generous dinner. He was pushing the large cage into a corner of the room when she broke the silence. "why did you keep me in that thing for so long?"

"to keep you safe". "from what? isn't this room warded to the point of absurdity?". He heaved the cage fully into the corner "it is... but it was charmed to take care of you when I couldn't.. its also charmed to protect you from other... forces". "speak plainly with me! what forces?" "mine" He gave her a furtive glance before laying back on her bed. "but you had access to me at any time... and what protects me from you now?"

Lucius stared up at the ceiling, his hair sprawling over the pillow. "nothing now". Hermione tried shifting in her chair uncomfortably. "I would like to rest for a bit... could I lay down?" thanking god it was a twin bed. Lucius got up quickly, swooped her up into his arms and gently laid her down on the soft bed. She looked up at him, his hair falling over his shoulders. "Why are you being so nice to me now?". He let a small smile grace his fine features if only for a little while "you've agreed to cooperate with me, there is no need for force"

"I'll let you rest... I think it would be best for you to soak your muscles in some very warm water to loosen the tension, would you like that after your dinner?" Hermione thought of the possible catches to the bath but desperately wanted to sink into some warm soapy water.
She was almost too absorbed in her freedom and the feel of the soft bed she hadn't really noticed how he was actually doting on her... waiting on her hand in foot really... she shook it from her mind. Sleep overcame her until she was awoken by the heavenly scent of her dinner.

She and Lucius shared a quiet and excellent dinner, and she kept throwing glances at the large porcelain tub Lucius must of charmed into the room. She loved the clawed feet of the tub and the way it resembled a large swan. "It's from one of the guest bathrooms if you must know" Lucius informed her. She hid her smirk under her napkin.

after dinner an elf removed their dinner, tables and chairs, Lucius quickly got up from his chair and grabbed Hermione before she slipped to the ground. "Thank you... Lucius... for your hospitality" she mustered to say awkwardly. "don't think on it... would you like your bath now?" Her mind was racing, she needed help out of her clothes and was essentially completely dead weight.

"I promise to be a gentleman" he said with such elegance she had to believe him. She realized what an atrocity it truly was that he was bound in service to Voldemort, she was slowly seeing the side to him that existed before the promises of power, lies and deceit had stripped him of his elegance, manners and ancestry. He had kidnapped her during an Order meeting and she had just come from the law offices she worked for at the Ministry. She looked down and realized she was still in the same tattered sleeveless silk shirt and tweed skirt he had taken her in.

He picked her up and set her on the edge of the bath carefully. "do you need help? or should I perhaps turn by back till your done?" She gave him a shy blush that told him all he needed to know and he quietly faced the wall. She undid her blouse and bra but could not get her legs to cooperate enough to get her skirt off. He could hear her struggling and when he heard the sound of her slide against the tub he turned with lightening speed and caught her before she cracked her skull against the side of the tub. "from here on out... I"m going to be helping you, modesty set aside for safety purposes" she was dizzy from how fast he had caught her and she was gripping his shoulders so hard her nails were digging into him. He had a hold of the back of her head and she slowly became aware of her naked chest pressed against his.

He set her back on the edge of the tub and unbuttoned her skirt. He brought her to a standing position and slid her skirt off her hips and down her legs he picked up a leg to toss the skirt in the pile of her other clothes. He paused for the briefest of seconds before he slipped his fingers modestly underneath the waist of her knickers. She stared at his chest as he slid them down past her hips and down her legs, he slipped one leg and foot at a time our of her knickers, his face dangerously close to her nest of honey brown curls as he slid each leg out of her knickers and tossed them to the pile of her clothes.

Without mention he quickly swooped her up into his arms again and settled her into the tub. The cold porcelain chilled her skin and she felt his eyes roam her body before he turned on the hot water. He bent her knees up so the hot water wouldn't scald her feet as it rushed into the tub. She watched him as he loosened up the buttons on the cuffs of his shirt and slipped them up his arms, exposing muscular forearms. She could see the mark on his left forearm, an inky snake that was the Dark Mark.

She felt like she was 5 again in a sense, he was putting bubble bath into the water and she almost thought by the bemused look on his face he might pull out a rubber ducky for her, but then he pulled out a large sponge and realized he wanted to get down to business. She was all too aware that there wasn't enough water or bubbles in the bath to cover her at this point and she was very exposed. Then again, he had exposed his dark mark to her... so they were almost on equal terms. almost.

He started sponging her off, gently caressing the sponge over her skin. She let out a soft moan as he rubbed it down her back. "is my back bruised? it's ached for ages..." she sighed. He would have been consumed with lust if he hadn't already been consumed with guilt for causing her this pain. He quietly admitted to her that there was slight bruising.

She was beautiful to him, she was not the long legged siren that Narcissa was, but she had an innocent vibrance that made her out shine most witches. Her tender milky skin seemed to mold to his touch. He brought the sponge onto her shoulders and then let it travel down between her breasts. Her pace quickened and she gripped the side of the tub harder. He grazed over her breasts suddenly and before she could collect her thoughts the sponge travelled down her stomach farther and farther till it grazed her mound. He pushed the sponge into her hard enough to open her folds a little.

He trailed it between her thighs and down her knees. She thought he would let her take over but did something she hadn't expected. He grabbed her leg and extended it out of the water, he kneaded the muscles of her calves, hamstrings, his expert fingers grazing over her ass a little. He did the same for the other leg and when he was working his hands on the inside of her thigh she let out a soft moan. He absorbed it and tried to focus on helping her limbs out of atrophy.

He didn't want to loose contact with her skin she felt so good. She sighed in relaxation and he got dangerously close to her pussy. She watched intently as he massaged the inside of her thigh with care, when his fingers got close enough to her folds she couldn't take it anymore. She was pent up in that cage for two months, forced to look at his platinum locks that she was sure felt like silk, and the intoxicating smell of him arousing her. She was unravelling with curiosity and lust. She suddenly covered his hand with hers and he stilled. They locked gazes for what seemed like an eternity. She never took her eyes off his as she guided his hand to her pussy, she guided a finger inside her. She had control over his limb completely, letting her pleasure herself with his strong callused fingers until he had to explore her further. He spread her thighs wider for her and slid his thumb over her clit. His hands were sure and smooth, while hers were just a little shaky.

He slid another finger inside of her and delved as deep as he could into her. He rubbed faster over her clit until she arched her back and she felt her muscles slightly spasm. She had gripped the tub for support and her knuckles were white over the rim of the tub. He was working his fingers furiously inside of her, the warm water making her slick folds all the easier to penetrate. He was working her closer and closer to climax as she grasped his hand again and pushed it farther inside her.

He never dropped his gaze from her as he watched her tilt her head back, the steam of the bath glistening on her shoulders. Her eyes closed, little beads of perspiration and steam running down her forehead. Her breasts would emerge from the water with every thrust of her hips onto his hand, only to submerge back under the bubbly water.

She was making little sounds that drove Lucius wild with desire, they danced like music to his ear. Her eyes closed, head titled back, mouth slightly open to form a slight "O" as little moans escaped her lips. He could feel her trembling around his fingers and drove into her all the harder. He pressed down on her clit and sent her over the edge. She gasped out "Oh Lucius..."

it almost sounded like hissing, or like she was exhaling. He felt her juices coat his fingers, warm and slippery and inviting. He admired her flawless skin and the illusive breasts fully exposed as she titled her head back with a sigh. She opened her eyes slowly, feeling his gaze on her. He had not removed his hands from her, but was relishing the feel of her still.

Her eyes met his and no words needed exchanged, they had come to know each other over the time she was his captive and knew this was another barrier broken down between them. Another implication to both of them that they were becoming more and more dependent upon each other.

Lucius removed his fingers from her and brought them to his lips, he sucked her juices off his fingers while gazing deep into her eyes. He swore he noticed her pupils dilate. He broke the gaze and reached for a towel. He reached into the tub and grabbed her by the waist to pull her out of the tub, she wrapped her arms around his neck, lost in the feeling of his chest against her body. He toweled her off a little while she was in his arms before he felt soft lips pressed against his cheek. He took in all her charms while she was completely bare in his arms.

"to what do I owe these little... gratitudes of yours?" he asked her with a smirk on his cupids bow lips. "for everything" she said contentedly as she breathed in his orgasmic scent. He sat her on her bed and she toweled herself off, but failed to cover herself completely. "it comes to my attention I don't have anything for you to wear... so we will have to make do" He began to unbutton his shirt in front of her, his delicate and long fingers deftly releasing the buttons, baring inch by inch of his gorgeous skin underneath.

Her eyes were wide with excitement and her body was anticipating the pleasure of gazing up on his powerful form. She couldn't help herself anymore, he was giving in to her needs... so patient and kind... she just gave in to the idea of wanting him desperately.

He removed his shirt, exposing his powerful chest and washboard abs. His long platinum tresses cascading down a muscle bound shoulder. She finished drying off and he stepped closer to her. He brought the shirt around her shoulders and she slipped her arms through "This will do for now" he said as he began to button the shirt up. Her breath hitched as his fingers grazed her skin as he buttoned the shirt.

She wished her legs would cooperate with her because all she wanted was to run her hands over his chest, tear his pants off and suck him to oblivion, then impale herself upon him till she screamed out her release... the familiar hot tension between her legs came back... minutes after he just massaged them away. She sat there staring at him till he picked her back up and pulled down the sheets of the bed.

She ached at the loss of his touch as he pulled back, he tucked the covers up under her chin and gazed down at her. "goodnight, you need to get some rest" he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead before retreating from her bed. His hair tickling her chin as it swept by, it does feel like silk she mused. She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh, the heavenly scent of him on his shirt made her whole body go weak.

He went to the pile of clothes and after checking to see she was sleeping, quickly shoved her panties in his pocket before leaving her room.