Frustration and Domination

TITLE: Frustration and Domination

AUTHOR: The Cleric 007

PAIRING: LM/NB (In MWPP era, when Narcissa\'s last name was still Black)

RATING: NC-17

FEEDBACK: thecleric007@hotmail.com

DISCLAIMER: It\'s a good thing I don\'t own these characters, because you see what I do with them! Harry Potter movies would be X-rated!!! Which would suck for poor underage fans, though being 18 myself I wouldn\'t care too much? The bottom line is, I don\'t own the characters, and certainly am not making any money off this piece of work!

SUMMARY: Narcissa has an itch, and her best friend Lucius helps her scratch it. If you know what I mean *~*~*wink wink*~*~*

NOTES: Part of the Het Hogwart\'s Fuh-Q Festival, response to scenario # 222: Lucius loves his cane and he loves to punish \"bad girls\" with it.

OOTP SPOILERS: Basically none, except for the little fact that Narcissa is Sirius Black\'s cousin.

ARCHIVING: The Het Hogwart\'s Fuh-Q Festival and AdultFanFiction.Net. Available to anyone else who asks nicely (and sending a chocolate covered Snape with it wouldn\'t hurt, he he he)

DEDICATION: To my most amazing beta, Lacey, who I just adore. And to Quaxo, the purveyor of chocolate-covered Snapes.


Narcissa was sick and tired of being on top. She was always at the high end of the pecking order, and frankly it was a bore. She was the eldest child in her family, with two younger sisters. She was from the \"noble and most ancient\" house of Black, a very prominent pureblood family. This, mixed by her very high marks, caused her to be isolated above the rest of her housemates. The only exception to this was Lucius Malfoy, who had equally high marks and was from an equally prominent family. He was Narcissa\'s only ally in all of Slytherin.

The worst part of it was that, besides Lucius, all the Slytherin males were intimidated by her. In fact, the only 7th-year boy in Hogwarts who seemed to feel no qualms about talking to her was her cousin, Sirius. But, he was disowned by the family, so she wasn\'t able to have any conversations with him. Not that she would want to anyways. There had always been somethingangeange about him, made clearly visible when he was sorted into Gryffindor.

So not only was she isolated, looked upon with a mixture of fear and respect, but she was sexually unsatisfied. She had all the hormones of any teenager, without any outlet for them besides her own two hands.

Narcissa was miserable in this, her graduating year, which should have been filled with hope and happiness. And no one noticed. Except Lucius. Nothing got passed that beautiful blonde boy who was her best, and only, friend.

She was lounging listlessly on the leather couches in the Slytherin dorm, trying to finish a lengthy Potions essay, when Lucius walked in. He sauntered over to her, sitting down on a nearby chair.

\"Hey Blondie,\" he said, using his nickname for her. Out of all her family, she was the only blonde. Everyone else had the dark hair and eyes, while she was blonde and blue-eyed. It came from far down her mother\'s side, and always made her feel like an oddity among the Black family. But with Lucius, who was also fair-haired, it only made the bond that much stronger.

\"Lucius,\" she said in greeting. \"Have you finished this essay yet? It\'s brutal!\"

\"Nay, I\'ll just copy Snape\'s. Re-worded of course. But little Snivellus is vastly better at the subject than I am.\"

\"Don\'t call him that, it\'s a stupid name my cousin Sirius came up with.\"

\"Ah, but of course. So, what\'s up with you? You seem a bit down.\"

\"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. I\'m just sick of doing homework, I suppose.\"

\"You, sick of homework? The great Narcissa Black, who only by some fluke of fate is not Head Girl? Are you feeling okay? Do you have a temperature? Are you an alien? Because the Blondie I know is never sick of homework.\"

Narcissa threw her textbook at him, which Lucius gracefully snatched out of the air, and politely handed back.

\"Well,\" she said, picking up her stuff, \"it\'s getting late, and I really should get some sleep. You should too.\"

\"Ah, now that\'s better. There\'s the Blondie we all know and love.\"

Narcissa didn\'t respond, but part of her cringed at the word love. There was little love in her life. Thwerewere barely any people who liked her, yet alone loved her.

*~*~*

That night, after casting a silencing bubble around her bed, Narcissa tried to relieve herself, sexually at least. Underneath her sheets (because the bubble only blocked sound, not sight) she took her wand, and pushed it into herself, as far as it would go. Pumping her wand inside her, she felt some of the frustration caused by hormones being relieved. But she still felt empty, emotionally. She pumped her pussy even more, trying desperately to make the feeling go away. But she couldn\'t. Even as she brought herself to orgasm, it was not fulfilling. Masturbation itself was not enough. She needed a partner.

She laughed suddenly, a bitter, cynical sound. A partner. Yeah, that was going to happen. Lucius was the only male in her life, and though she acknowledged that he was beautiful, she didn\'t feel any attraction to him. He was a friend, and she needed more than a friend. She needed someone who could not only make her feel like an equal, or perhaps even an inferior, but could fuck her brains out.

*~*~*

The next night found her back on the couch, again working on the elusive Potions homework. And once again, Lucius ambled in and sat nearby. Only this time, he came bearing gifts.

\"Butterbeer. Some 6th-year in Ravenclaw smuggled some back to sell. On the very rare occasion, that house shows why it\'s considered the intelligent one.\"

He handed her a glass and began to sip his. But Narcissa noticed that his eyes were on her most of the time. Watching her carefully. She assumed that, like last night, he was simply picking up on her bad mood, which had only worsened after her nighttime activity\'s failure to satisfy. But, just like yesterday, she would not be admitting to Lucius why she was unhappy. It was too complicated and too embarrassing.

\"So, Blondie, how you feeling?\" Lucius asked, after she had downed about half of her butterbeer.

\"Horribly miserable,\" Narcissa replied. Her eyes opened wide. She had meant to say she was feeling fine. She looked over at Lucius, and saw a sly look on his face.

\"Lucius Draconis Malfoy, you have given me Veritaserum!\"

\"But of course. How else would I ever get a straight answer from you?\"

\"You are horrible.\"

\"I know. So, why are you so horribly miserable?\"

Narcissa tried to keep her mouth closed, but the potion was powerfully compelling her to answer. \"Because…I\'m just…just…\"

\"Just what, Narcissa?\"

\"Unsatisfied.\" She looked over at him, eyes imploring him to stop asking questions. He didn\'t.

\"How are you unsatisfied?\"

\"In every way!\" she replied, being truthful without telling all, praying so desperately that Lucius would stop.

\"Like what?\" he continued, concern replacing the mischievous gleam from before.

\"Like, I\'m so isolated! You are the only decent person who even talks to me, besides the professors. And…\"

\"And what?\"

\"Everyone always defers to me, treating me like I\'m some sort of untouchable roy.\" .\"

\"And that\'s a problem?\"

\"Yes!!! I\'m so sick of always being pushed into the Alpha position. For once, I\'d just like someone to push me around a bit.\"

\"Really?\" Lucius looked a bit puzzled, a feeling Narcissa understood. She knew it was unusual to want to feel like a subordinate, which made admitting such a desire even harder. But it was what she felt.

\"Yes, really. But that\'s not the worst of it!\" Her mouth was beginning to run away with her, getting her riled up, and ready to admit her most secret need.

\"What is the worst of it?\"

Narcissa steeled herself, knowing what she was about to say. \"The worst thing is how sexually unsatisfied I am. People forget that I\'m a teenage girl, with rampant hormones, and no one ever thinks of me as a sexual being. But I am, Lucius, I am. And I\'m so frustrated by sexual need, it\'s crippling!\"

Lucius was silent, as he digested this information. A sudden fear swept Narcissa, fear that after this she would lose his friendship. His next actions did nothing to dissuade these fears.

\"Well, Narcissa, I think that we should both get some rest. Good night.\" He got up, and left. She watched him go in shock. It was always her that suggested they go to bed. And now he had left her in the Common Room. fea fear flowed freely through her body, as she sat on the couch, believing her only friendship ruined beyond repair.

*~*~*

The next few days only served to confirm Narcissa\'s fear. Lucius seemed to be avoiding her. When she tried to talk to him, he came up with excuses to leave. Heartbroken, she stopped trying.

Then, just when she\'d given up all hope, Lucius came up to her.

\"Hey, Blondie, I have something to show you. Come on.\" He didn’t wait for a reply, just grabbed her arm and dragged her off.

\"Where are we going Lucius?\"

\"Just wait, you\'ll see.\"

Finally, he stopped, in front of an ordinary door, like any other to be found at Hogwarts.

\"Here we are,\" Lucius said, finally letting go his grip on her hand.

\"And where exactly is here?\"

\"Well, it\'s a very special room, known as the Room of Requirement.\"

\"The what?\"

\"Room of Requirement. It only appears when you need it, and inside you will find whatever is necessary for what it is that you\'re trying to do.\"

\"And what exactly are we trying to do?\"

\"Just open the door and you\'ll know.\"

Narcissa warily did as he said. The sight inside made her gasp.

The room was dark and in the middle was a large metal ring, so big that it touched the ceiling. Surrounding it was whips, hand cuffs, dildos and every sort of sex toys anyone would ever need or want.

She turned around to leave, but before she could Lucius had pushed her inside, and bolted the door.

\"Ah ah ah, no running away. After all the trouble I went through to set this up, making sure that I could find the room, or that it would have the right stuff for what I wanted to do.\"

\"And what exactly do you want to do?\"

\"I thought that should be pretty obvious.\"

\"It isn\'t.\"

\"Ok, well if you need it spelled out. First, I was planning to chain you up to that lovely ring there, naked of course. And then I was going to blindfold and gag you, then take the whips and…\"

\"And what, pray tell, makes you think that I\'d let you do that?\" Narcissa said in outrage, hiding the part of her that was aroused by his description, the part of her that was making wet wet at the thought of domination.

\"Well, you of course. What you told me the other night. You remember, with the Veritaserum? You said you wanted sex, and to be pushed around. So, here\'s you\'re chance. Let me see if I can\'t help you feel satisfied.\"

\"And if I don\'t want to?\"

\"Well, if you really don\'t, then of course you don\'t have to. I would never force you. But, I think that inside you really want this. I can see it in your eyes, the lustful hunger. So, just think about it. Would it be that bad?\"

\"Well…I guess not. But what if things get out of hand?\"

\"Oh, that\'s easy. You pick a safe-word.\"

\"A what?\"

\"A safe-word. Something you say, that will tell me to stop. Something that wouldn\'t come up in normal conversation.\"

\"Like what?\"

\"I don’t know, just pick something. Peter Piper pica pea peck of pickled peppers, for example.\"

\"What did you just say?\"

\"Peter Piper…oh never mind. Just think of a good safety word.\"

\"Fine. Just give me a minute.\"

She stood there, thinking. Something that wouldn\'t normally come up in conversation. Well, what did she know about conversation during sex? Who knows what might be said? How could she come up with something like that?

Her eyes were drawn to the ring, where she would soon be chained. Suddenly a word popped into her head.

\"Ringette.\"

\"What?\"

\"Ringette. That\'s my safety word.\"

\"And what exactly is that?\"

\"It\'s a Muggle sport, like hockey, one of the few Muggle activities we were ever allowed to participate in. Father thought we should be physically active, and my sisters and I were too young for broomsticks. So we were signed up for ringette. Andromeda somehow convinced our parents to let her keep playing until she was eleven and came here.\"

\"Ok, whatever. Ringette it is. So, are you ready?\"

Narcissa breathed in deeply. \"Yes, I\'m ready.\"

*~*~*

Lucius began as he said he would, chaining her spread eagle onto the ring, after stripping her naked. Next, he placed a studded leather blindfold on her, so thick that all she could see was black darkness. Then she felt a gag on her mouth.

\"Wait!\"

\"What is it?\"
f I\f I\'m gagged, how can I use my safe-word?\"

\"Um, well, that\'s a good point. Fine, no gag then. Next time maybe, once we know what you can handle.\"

\"And how do you know there\'s going to be a next time? That\'s pretty arrogant of you, don\'t you think?\"

\"Oh, of course. But I am a Malfoy, remember. Being arrogant is second nature. Now shut up, bitch, and let me get started.
Na
Narcissa felt insulted, but also felt thrilled in a way she\'d never been before. She had never been called a bitch, and it was oddly exhilarating to be called one now.

Fire shot through her body suddenly, as a whip snapped up against her back. She cried out, in both pain and pleasure. She arched her body eagerly as more and more blows fell.

\"You like, don\'t you bitch. Don\'t deny it, slut, I can see it. Your body is dying to be whipped. You dirty whore, you\'re getting wet already.\"

It was true. Her sex was hot, and becoming slick, anticipating things to come. The stinging whips continued to fall, down her back, over her buttocks, along her legs. She could hear Lucius move around her, and suddenly the whip fell on her exposed tits, hitting her hardened nipples. The blows fell down her belly. Then, just as her sex was about to receive its first strike, the whip stopped. She moaned in desire, pushing her sex towards Lucius, crying out for the whip.

Suddenly she felt the whip\'s handle shoved between her legs. Lucius began moving it back and forth, rubbing up against her clitoris and pussy lips. Narcissa moaned even more, as she felt a flood of pure pleasure emanating from her sex. The whip pressed harder and harder against her, bringing her closer and closer to the final climax.

Just as she was about to orgasm, Lucius stopped once again.

\"No more of that, slut. You don\'t get to cum yet, you have to wait you dirty little whore. I decide when you cum.\"

She could hear him move away and drop the whip on the floor. Then he picked up something new and walked back to her.

\"Here, feel this,\" he said, and he pressed the new toy against her. It was a long cane, tipped at the top end by some metal design. \"You\'re going to like this bitch.\"

She heard the cane cut through the air as he moved it back, and the sound returned at the cane crashed forward onto her stomach. Narcissa screamed out at this, as pain flooded her senses. Lucius struck again, this time at her breasts, then moved behind her. A series of whacks fell on her buttocks, as her used to cane to spank her. Her cheeks went numb, and once that had happened the pain did take a pleasurable turn.

\"You like being spanked, don\'t you slut? Good, good.knewknew underneath it all you were a bad girl, in need of punishment. Take that, whore.\"

He hit her over and over again, while she screamed even louder. It felt so bad, yet so good at the same time.

Then it stopped and she heard Lucius in front of her again.

\"Now for the climax of tonight\'s domination. Unless of course, you want to stop. Do you want it all this to end bitch? Had enough slut?\"

Narcissa found herself unable to verbally answer, so she just shook her head vehemently. She never wanted this to end. Never ever.

\"Good. I knew you\'d like this.\"

Suddenly she felt the metal part of the cane pressing against her ass, while the hard head of Lucius\' cock was pushing at her sex. She suddenly realized he was going to impale both of her holes, and the idea thrilled every inch of her.

She screamed out in pleasure when he thrust in with both cock and cane, synchronizing them as he fucked her. Her body shook with the pleasure. Then Lucius stopped his cock, pumping her only with the cane. She heard her voice come out ragged, begging him to go on, and never stop. He pulled his cock almost entirely out of her body, holding it so only the tip was inside her, at the same time slamming the cane hard into her ass. Then, as he pulled the cane out, he shoved his cock in. He alternated between his cock inside her, and then the cane, never both at once. If she had thought the coordinated thrusts pleasurable, these were ten times more so. She was sure the entire castle could hear her screaming, but at this moment she didn\'t care.

The thrusts came faster and faster, harder and harder. Suddenly Lucius moaned for the first time, and let the cane fall to the ground. His hands grabbed Narcissa\'s sore buttocks, and he began slamming his cock into her furiously. In a matter of seconds, she felt the pure pleasure of orgasm rush through her, like a dam unleashed.

Lucius pulled his cock out of her and she felt a stream of semen cover her lower body. His heavy breathing mingled with hers, as both recovered from the powerful sex they had just survived.

Finally, she felt Lucius unchain her bonds, and gently bring her down. He undid the blindfold, finally allowing Narcissa to gaze upon his naked body. He was magnificent. She now could see why he was referred to as the Slytherin Sex God.

She cleaned herself up, got dressed, and turned towards Lucius who was also ready to return to life outside this room. In his hands he still held the cane.

\"A souvenir,\" he said with a playful smile, seeing her gaze resting on this implement of great pleasure.

He held out his hand, beckoning her to leave the Room of Requirement with him. And in that moment, Narcissa knew that Lucius was her future. ad fad fulfilled her in a way she had never dared dream of, and by doing so had tied their destinies together. For better or worse, Narcissa Black would forever belong – heart, body and soul – to Lucius Malfoy.

*~*~*The End*~*~*