The Bird Having Flown

Chapter three...

She 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 beaul, ul, 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 thotchotch, but it soon 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..?”
Thwas was a knock on toor oor 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 wohelphelp...”
“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 deep breath. 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 pain. 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 anrcisrcissa both let f Stf 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 underwear. “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 biredired, 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, opp 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 way around 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 ton 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 threats of 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 andius ius 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. “Do it...” 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 trie bre 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 elimi the 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 something better 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 tongtongue 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, knowing she 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 offy moy 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.