Dinner With the Malfoys

DINNER: THREE

[7:00 p.m.]
Again, I was left alone for the greater part of the day. The servant attended me again after bringing my lunch. I insisted she give me time and privacy for a long hot bath, although she kept watch outside the bathroom door. She chained me, naked, to the bedpost again afterwards. I hated her rather a lot, although it wasn't truly her fault. She was merely conveniently there to hate.

She was soon gone and I was left to my own devices. I sagged down onto the bed in as comfortable a position as I could manage with the chain. Unable to stop myself, I began recalling the events of the past nights in some detail. With a shiver, I felt Narcissa's fingers touch me again, wet and sticky with my own blood, sliding over my breasts and twisting my nipples. The bitch had whipped me until my blood ran! What would she do to me tonight? I'd heard rumors that Lucius was a Death Eater; was his wife one too? Would she lose control and decide that my pretty red blood would run better if she slit my throat? Oh, she truly was a Black, that witch, with all the hereditary insanity of her bloodline.

What could I do to keep myself alive; that was what I had to figure. Draco would help me. However much under his father's thumb he was, I knew he didn't want me scarred or dead. And I? I still wanted to marry him, I realized, strange as it seemed. He was beautiful, after all. (Especially when he was naked.) And he was sole heir to a ludicrously large fortune, and rather weak-willed when one came down to it... And as I thought this, suddenly my plan came to me, whole and complete. I had what I needed in my bags. I would do it tonight, before she had a chance to get to me again. And I knew that Draco would follow my lead.

* * *

Lucius strode into the bedroom shortly after I'd finished my plan, followed by a rather reluctant Draco. I was relieved to see Draco; I wanted to speak with him before dinner. I was also, pathetically, struck again by that lightning-bolt of desire at the sight of Lucius. I could feel myself flushing all over. I flashed on a memory of his brick-red shaft glistening with my juices as he pulled it out of me, and the way its thickness disappeared between my lips as he took me again. Merlin. I was wet and aching again already. I hated myself, then, as much as I hated anyone around me.

He sat in my armchair and rested gloved hands on his cane. He waved a negligent hand in my direction. "Patricia. Don't look so worried, nothing horrible is going to happen to you." He paused. "Not just this moment, at any rate." He gave his cold smile again, and my insides quivered. "Draco is understandably randy after being unsatisfied last night. You passed out rather too early in the evening, my dear! He's here to, erm... relieve himself." Lucius flicked lint off the chair with one black-gloved finger. "I'm here to ensure that my son's seed stays strictly within bounds."

Draco snapped back, "Father! I've stayed 'within bounds', as you put it, for two years now. I assure you that I can control myself!" He unlocked my chains, and sat on the bed next to me. He leaned over to kiss me and whisper, "You look wonderful, darling. It was I who healed you last night, you know. But we must do this; you must let me take you, now, while Father is here."

He was going to use me in front of Lucius! I opened my mouth to object, but Draco kissed me hard. He murmured against my mouth, "I want to speak to you. This will give us a chance to talk." He stroked my back, the duplicitous ferret, and slid a finger along the cleft of my buttocks. Oh, so that was his little game!

All right then, perhaps this wouldn't be too bad; I could play along. I studied Lucius from under my lids. He was leaning forward on his cane, his eyes gleaming and intense, an erection thrusting out under his robes. Heat washed through me at the sight. Draco was kissing my ear and whispering, "Please, darling. Let me!" His finger continued to stroke my cleft. Perhaps this wouldn't be that bad at all...

I sighed and lay facedown next to Draco. I knew what he wanted: something we'd never done. He couldn't ejaculate in me; he couldn't want me to suck him if he wanted to talk; so I knew he planned to sodomize me. And Lucius was going to watch. I shivered a little with fear, and with lust. Sweet Hecate, it was happening to me again, and I still wasn't fighting it, I couldn't fight it! Suddenly, I wanted it fiercely, wanted my fiance to take me in the ass while 'Father' watched every stroke and savored every moan I made. I wanted Lucius to get so hot that he spilled in his robes. I smiled a little to myself. If this was going to happen, I might as well enjoy it.

Just as I thought this, Draco's fingers slid into my ass. I bucked and squirmed at the sudden intrusion. He pushed another finger into me, roughly. He'd lubricated them somehow, so it didn't hurt, but the indignity... I opened my eyes and met Lucius' cool glittering gaze. The thin smile was showing a gleam of white teeth. I shut my eyes once more.

Draco had withdrawn those invasive fingers from me now, and was kneeling behind me. He pulled me up onto my hands and knees. I felt his cockhead press against my anus. He pushed. (It hurt. I was suddenly glad he hadn't inherited his father's penis size, something I had been rather regretting.) I shuddered, but he held me by the shoulders, and kept pushing...suddenly, I felt something give, and the head of Draco's cock forced its way inside me. We both groaned as he penetrated my virgin anus; I felt his hands grip convulsively. "Oh, Patricia! Merlin's balls, it's so tight!" He bent over me, grasped my hips tightly, and slowly forced the rest of his cock into my ass.

I'd never felt anything like it; strange pain, strange penetration, more friction, more heat: Draco withdrew and plunged, sawing his length in and out of me. He was still moaning and murmuring in my ear. I gradually realized that he was talking to me, striving to stay coherent as he took his pleasure. I caught grunted phrases: "...afraid...hurt you...she does, I'll kill her...Father... bugger you tonight... for fun... the two of them..."

He became less and less coherent. He was riding me hard now, nearly forgetting his father's presence. I could tell he was going to climax soon. I had to tell him now. I arched my back so I could gasp into his ear: "Draco, I know how to solve all our problems."

"What? How?"

I put my mouth so close to his ear that I merely had to breathe for him to hear me. "It will be quite freudian, really. We'll simply kill your mother." I added, "Perhaps fuck your father."

"Oh," Draco said quietly. He stopped thrusting.

Then again, in a tone of revelation, "Oh!" His entire body was like strung wire, his breath suddenly coming in great gasps. "Oh, yes! Yes!" Violently, he slammed his cock into my ass up to the hilt. "Merlin, yes, yes, YES!" he shouted, and I felt him spasm; his come flooded into me, and he collapsed at my side, still shuddering and whispering, "Yes, Patricia. Yes."

"I love you, darling," I whispered as I kissed him. "Bring our wands with you to dinner. I'll do the rest." Draco nodded once, then rose and walked out of the room. I let my head fall onto the bed beneath me, sighing quietly. The first part of my plan was accomplished.

* * *

Lucius hardly left me a moment to breathe before he had risen from the armchair and stalked up to the bed. He took one of my hands and pressed it hard against the erect monstrosity beneath his robes. "Reach in and take it out, I'm going to fuck you," he said, his voice taut and strained. "I must say, watching that was delicious, you whore. Indescribable! You took it up the ass like a professional, and yet you whined like a little girl. The sight has me too hard for words. Take it out, now! I need to come after watching that little exhibition, and there's no sense in wasting the Malfoy seed."

I sat up. I was shaking with desire as I set his rigid sex free. Oh gods, it was enormous! It was dark red, the head protruding completely, so hard it must have hurt him. I wanted nothing in the world so much as for him to relieve it: in me, on me, I couldn't care. I wanted to drink it. I wanted to feel the hot semen splashing on my breasts, on my buttocks, deep in my cunt, I wanted it, I must have it...

And oh, he gave it to me! Wrenched my legs open, gave one vicious thrust, and I was laid waste once again as Lucius spitted me on his thick shaft. Pleasure and pain speared through me. I was a slave to his cock. I screamed, "More! Oh, gods, Lucius, more, more, MORE!" He laughed, drove deep, and immediately I felt his hot seed flooding me. He withdrew, then stabbed me viciously one more time, growling, "Now come for me, you perverted little tramp," and I came. Aching, cramping ecstasy. Release flooding through me. A hot trickle sliding down my thighs.

And then I realized that Lucius had come and gone. I had been used and left alone in my luxurious prison once again.