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The Noble House of Malfoy	By : Kanashii Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8224 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next morning I
was awakened by Narcissa�s voice as though it was whispering directly in my
ear. �Come upstairs and help me dress.� She said. My eyes snapped open and I
practically leaped off to present myself, certain that she was standing over
me. But the room was empty. Had I dreamed her voice? I glanced around with a
slight tremble, �I am a witch.� Her voice said with a quiet sigh, �Lucius,
myself and Lothar can communicate with you privately in your mind. Now stop
lollygagging and dress and come upstairs to me.�

�Yes Mistress.� I
stuttered aloud not sure how this whole mental communication worked. I
immediately raced through my morning chores brushing my teeth and combing out
my long red hair and then flinging on my dress and checking to make sure I
looked neat and proper and then strode quickly out of the room. As soon as I left the room I smelled the
elegant smells of cooking eggs, kippers, French toast and other breakfast
items. Had Dobby returned? But instead I briefly caught the voices of Lothar
and two of the servant witches as they cooked breakfast in the kitchen. Would
they be here full time now I wondered as I walked swiftly but with calm strides
up the grand staircase towards my Master/Mistress� bedroom. �One does not run
around like an ungraceful chicken with its head cut off.� Mistress Narcissa had
told me the other day. �Always things are done with swiftness, but competent
sureness and grace.�

I knocked on the
closed door of my Mistress� bedroom and heard her strong sure voice instruct me
to enter. Since she was sitting already at her dresser, regarding me in the
view of her elegant mirror, I simply curtseyed and came up to her. �Good
morning Mistress.� I whispered softly to her. Unconsciously and without even
thinking of it my hand came up and began to stroke her long blonde hair
soothing it and parting it for brushing.

She closed her eyes
and relaxed as I picked up the brush and working on each section brushed out
her long hair. At one point I had glanced on the side of her neck as I pulled a
section of hair back and saw fresh bruises on her neck. My stomach churned
briefly a moment. Had the Master done this too her? She was already dressed,
was she covering more bruises on her? �Lucius has business today.� She said
calmly her eyes opening and looking at mine through the reflection in the
mirror. There was no weak woman there that looked back at me. She was still
strong, capable and the Mistress of the manor. �Lothar and the maids will be
here more often and you will be expected to help out more with other duties.�
She explained briefly.

�Of course my
Mistress.� I began to roll her hair in the elegant French twist she enjoyed
wearing and grabbed some tortoise shell pins to secure it. After securing her
hair my hands briefly caressed her shoulders in almost a quiet thankfulness for
her intervening with Lucius last night. Neither of us would speak of it again,
but my respect and devotion to Narcissa Malfoy had risen 10 fold that morning.
�After breakfast you and I will be going to Diagon Alley to get some more
clothing for you besides just the one dress you came with. You will need a
varied wardrobe for your duties. Lothar will come with us.�

Instinctively I had
grabbed the soft jasmine lotion from the table and walked over to the side of
Narcissa and gently took one of her arms in mine and began to soothe the
elegant lotion into her skin.

�Mmmm.� She
murmured, �That is nice pet. Lucius was correct, you do have good instincts. I
enjoy your company, I find you soothing and comforting.�

�Thank you
Mistress.� I leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss against the nape of her
neck letting my lips trail gentle kisses briefly over the bruises and then a
quick kiss onto her cheek. �Shall I take you down to breakfast now?� I held my
arm out to her.

�Perhaps your
instincts are too honed.� She quirked an eyebrow at me, but her blue eyes
sparkled with laughter, �Someday we shall share breakfast in bed perhaps.� She
teased me lightly.

�I would be honored
to Mistress.� I smiled back and took her arm as she extended it to me and I
walked quietly at her side as we descended the staircase. I could already see
two of the ladies dressed in livery with breakfast on great silver trays as
they awaited their Mistress as well. �Go eat your breakfast in the kitchen.�
Narcissa said to me, �You do not have to serve this meal. Since we are going
shopping after breakfast.� She squeezed my hand a moment and then slid
elegantly to her chair. �Good morning Mina, Elena.� She greeted the two
servers.

�Milady.� They both
said and began to serve her. I was deeply touched at Narcissa�s quiet kindness.

I walked into the
kitchen where I saw the imposing Lothar sitting at the counter eating a large
plate of eggs with kippers and muffins. He just eyed me for a moment as I stood
there staring at him. �Well.� His cultured voice spoke reminding me a bit of
Lucius Malfoy�s�, �What are you staring at girl. Get a plate, and eat. The
Mistress wishes to leave to Diagon Alley as soon as she is finished. He briefly
shook his head at me as though I were daft and then returned to eating as he
scanned the Daily Prophet.

I followed his
instructions and hesitantly sat next to him at the counter, my eyes drawn to
the strange newspaper with moving pictures on it. At one point I had tilted my
head as trying to read, but Lothar�s cold eyes glanced at me a moment and I
must have almost gulped aloud, and quickly turned back to my food and finished
it off.

After breakfast I
walked my plate over to the sink at about the same time Mina and Elena came
into eat their breakfast. �You�re a squib aren�t you?� Lothar�s voice spoke up
briefly for a moment.

I froze and then
slowly turned around, �Y-Yes.� I said. I remembered that Narcissa had said that
Lothar, Mina, Elena, Nelda and Carl were all full fledged witches and wizards.

�Then leave your dish girl.� His deep baritone voice
reverberated in my very bones. �It�ll take you to long to clean it manually.
Fix yourself up to leave in 10 minutes.�

I nodded and was
about to leave when once again I heard that deep voice nearly freeze me to the
spot. �Fiona.� He spoke. I spun around
facing him a tremor running through me. �I don�t know what you were taught by
that traitorous house elf, but around here, you will always refer to me as Sir.
I am the head servant and manager of all staff. Are we clear?�

�Yes Sir.� I
diverted my eyes and gave a quick curtsey. I certainly did not want to get on
Lothar�s bad side, especially since Mistress said he had full privilege of
punishment of me as well. �Forgive my rudeness, it will never happen again.�

He just nodded once
and returned his impassionate gaze to the Prophet again as I quickly strode out
the kitchen and to my room.

The three of us
assembled in the living room. My mistress in an elegant traveling cloak with
her wand and a silk purse emblazoned with a set of twined snakes around an
electric blue hawk or phoenix. Lothar
was dressed in dark slacks, a dark turtleneck and had a black cloak fastened
around his muscular shoulders fastened with a dragon brooch on it. In his belt
he carried a long redwood wand easily within reach. Both of them suddenly
grabbed my arm, one on each side and I tensed wondering what was going on!

�Oh.� Narcissa
murmured a moment, �I hadn�t thought about that. Have you ever apparated
Fiona?� she asked me.

�App-a�? No Ma�am.�
I had no idea what she was talking about.

�Apparition is the
way wizards travel. Well not to worry myself and Lothar will be side-along
apparating you. You will feel a slight unpleasant feeling for a moment, but
relax into it and all will be fine.� She nodded at Lothar.

�Slight unpleasant
feeling� was an understatement. I think I would rather have had 10 lashes at
the hand of Lothar than the awful feeling of apparating! If you have never done
it my, then you cannot even imagine. It is like some giant hand trying to
stretch and squish you all in the same movement. Your breath catches in your
lungs and you are sure your heart will explode in your chest. Your eyes, ears
and even your brain feel as though an elephant has stepped onto your head and
your skull is ready to pop like a grape. No, it is not a nice feeling at all.

One moment we were
in the Malfoy�s living room and the next, after feeling as though my whole body
had been stretched and squeezed we suddenly were in a very busy small town! I
blinked rapidly a few minutes and was surprised to find my legs had nearly gone
out from under me and I had Lothar�s long arm wrapped discreetly around me,
supporting my weight until I could gather my legs under me.

�It can take awhile
to get used to dear.� Mistress said and then swept off down the street.

�We walk one pace
behind.� Lothar instructed calmly in his deep voice and then too strode off; I
had to work to keep up with them. Our first stop was Gringott�s Wizarding bank
and then my Mistress stopped at several stores buying things for herself, as
well as some new jewelry as well. At each stop she merely handed the wrapped
packages to Lothar who used his wand to magically shrink them and then placed
them in a small bag at his waist. I had no idea how he was fitting all those
packages in that bag and concluded it must be an extra-dimensional holding bag.

At each store
Mistress often chatted and politicked with other Witches and Wizards all who
treated her like royalty. Lothar and I hung quietly back which was fine with me
as I could look around at all the new things. I knew Lothar was merely scanning
the crowds and observing all in his classic half asleep stance, which meant he
was really in high alert mode.

After we left
Rhiannon�s Mystical Scents and Herbs we walked over to a shop where Mistress
now motioned me forward. �Hello Iona.� Narcissa spoke to the matronly looking
witch at the counter. �I have a new servant here, I need her liveried
properly.� And then I was once again talked about as though I wasn�t there as
Mistress and the witch Iona went about having me measured and fitted with
several styles of dresses. Some were very plain for more mundane work, I even
had one standard maid outfit fitted for me, others dresses were more elegant or
fitted for serving at special functions or parties. The whole time Mistress and
Iona seemed to enjoy haggling, arguing and deciding which colors went with my red
hair and green eyes.

Once again the
package were shrunk by Lothar and placed in his bag of holding. We walked down
the street and around a corner, and I noticed the stores getting much more
darker looking, a different set of clientele indeed. I had caught a brief dingy
and half worn sign that read �Knockturn Alley�.

We stopped at a shop
that had the simple name of Bartalan�s on it. No windows, no indication of what
was inside. �Stay out here Lothar.� Narcissa spoke to the large bodyguard, �We
will be back out shortly.�

�M�Lady.� He said
in a discreet tone, �With all due respect, I was instructed by Lucius to not
leave your side. I am afraid I must disobey your direct order and accompany
you.� He looked almost sad, at being in the middle like that.

A dark look briefly crossed Narcissa�s face,
but I sensed it was not directed at Lothar. �Very well.� She said and then
grabbing my arm led me inside. It was dark in here and a bit foreboding, and I
felt my hand unconsciously reach for my Mistress�s.

�Narcissa, what a
pleasure it is.� A well dressed wizard bowed deeply to her. He was thin and
cruel looking with a goatee and piercing green eyes.

�Nice to see you
Bartalan.� She extended her hand and the dark wizard briefly held it to his
lips and kissed it respectfully. His eyes cut sharply to me though as though
appraising me. �New toy?� he asked casually as his eyes fell right upon the 18k
golden collar about my throat.

�Yes, I am picking
up some things for her. Let me see your selection of canes.� Narcissa said
offhandedly as she glanced around. She was a cool customer indeed, when out in
public her persona was as cold and ruthless as her husbands. Narcissa led me
down a narrow hallway as Bartalan continued talking to her, my mind was still
thinking of Lucius Malfoy�s elegant walking cane when we emerged into a room
that nearly made my stop dead in my tracks. Inside were leather and chain
restraints of every kind from Muggle handcuffs to manacles both mundane and
magical. There were collars of ever sort from dainty and elegant to thick
leather ones with �D� ring, some even with spikes on them! Leashes, whips,
tables, restraint systems and every possible bondage item a person could even
think of! I was both terribly aroused and also terribly embarrassed as I saw a
wall of dildoes of every color as well as anal plugs and devices I had never
seen in my life or could have even imagined their purpose.

�Canes, my dear
Narcissa.� Bartalan announced with a flourish as we stopped near a wall with
every conceivable sort of crop, paddle, strap, and cane. �How experienced is
her flesh?� Bartalan picked up a long 4 foot cane and swung it, it made and
evil, evil hissing swish that made me weak in the knees! �Perhaps something
swishy and loose? She does look a bit small and delicate.� He mused.

�She is a lot
tougher than she looks,� Narcissa had looked at the wall and then glanced at
Lothar a minute as though unspoken thoughts were flowing between them. He
merely nodded with his chin a moment to a long thick rod.

�Let me see that
one.� Narcissa pointed to the very cane Lothar had indicated.

�Good choice!�
Bartalan said as he took down the cane, and gave it a vicious swing. It hissed
even more malevolently through the air and struck the table with a sharp CRACK!
That caused me to nearly gulp allowed. �Medium weight, good bend but with a
solid stiffness to it.� He handed it over to Narcissa who then handed it over
to the formidable Lothar.

�Raise your dress,
lower your knickers and brace my pet.� My mistress pointed to a waist high
bench and instructed me. I was already conditioned to respond and dare not
bring any wrath or embarrassment to my Mistress. With my cheeks flushing as red
as blood I immediately did as she instructed. I could feel the cool air on my
exposed ass as I saw both Narcissa and Bartalan walk over to the side.
Bartalan�s creepy gaze was making me feel even more self conscious.

�Brace, Fiona.� I
heard the quiet deep voice of Lothar.

I gulped once and
stood rigidly. I heard the cruel hiss of that cane and felt it as it came
neatly down across both my ass cheeks. The pain was harsh, stinging and
intense. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Three more times Lothar bought
that cane down on me, once near the curve of my ass, then the third one right
above where he had placed the first angry stripe.

My body shook with
adrenaline as well as the familiar feeling of warmth and arousal that was
beginning to spread through me from my nipples to deep inside me.

�You are good with a
cane aren�t you Lothar?� Bartalan grinned at the large man who merely glowered
at the small shop owner.

�Oh yes, Lothar is
very skilled indeed.� Narcissa had walked up to my side and had gently caressed
the hot red stripes that still burned with a raw intensity. �What do you think
Lothar?� she turned to the manservant.

�It seems to fit
her, but perhaps M�Lady wishes to try it herself?� he gently handed the cane to
Narcissa. Now I did tremble, never had
Narcissa punished me either for anger or for pleasure, always she had left it
to Lucius. But now Lothar stood back and I was aware of Narcissa behind me and
there was both eroticism and fear flowing through my veins.

�Brace.� She calmly ordered and once again I put my head
down and forced my muscles to go rigid.

Her first strike
was so hard it nearly dropped me to my knees and I did cry out then. The fire
burned all along my nerves from that blow that she had laid right atop of the
last one Lothar had delivered. �Up and brace.� She ordered in a controlled tone
and two more stripes were laid on. These were much more like Lothar�s
controlled and precise.

�Congratulations.�
She came up to my face as she gently wiped away the tears that had run down my
cheeks. �You bled your first cane. Now it is truly yours.� She gracefully
tossed the cane to Lothar and then she gently replaced my knickers and pulled
my dress back down around me.

Narcissa had
purchased many other items as well at Bartalan�s, but I was too sore to think
about anything else she bought. It was not an unbearable pain, but the stripes
she and Lothar had laid on me reminded me the rest of the day exactly that I
was indeed the property of the Malfoy�s.

The last stop we
made was a clothing store where Narcissa purchased some everyday and �off duty�
casual clothing for me to wear. But of course my Mistress chose what she wanted
me to wear I had no say in any of it. Her taste was elegant though and she
bought me everything from pale blue flannel pajamas for the winter time, to
nice blouses, some skirts and even some hair pins and other adornments. All
these like every other purchase ended up in Lothar�s bag of holding.

Finally we were on
our way home. I was grateful and I was still sore as well. Once we got near the
top of Diagon Alley both Lothar and my Mistress grabbed my arm firmly again and
once again that awful feeling crashed over me as we apparated home.

Lothar immediately let go of my arm, and since we were in
the privacy of Malfoy manor I sunk to my knees in front of Narcissa. �Thank you
Mistress for your kindness.� I spoke softly.

She seemed almost
startled but touched at my sincere gratitude. �You�re welcome.� She said and
then waved me to my feet where she briefly caressed my hair. �You are a sweet
thing.� She murmured. �You will be serving Lucius and I tonight along with
Mina, so go change into your serving uniform.� I nodded and watched as she
swept gracefully up the stairs.

I went into my room
until I realized that I did not have the packages we had bought. I decided to
clean up and perhaps put some lotion on the stripes on my bottom when there was
a loud quick knock at my door. �It is Lothar.� came
the voice from the other side.

Dropping the washcloth I hurried to the door and opened it.
He strode in and once near my bed began to reverse the process he had done in
Diagon Alley. He pulled out package after package and once all the tiny
packages were out he idly flicked his wand �engorgio�
he muttered in a low voice and the packages instantly sprang to their original
size.

But what he did next
surprised me. �You were blooded.� He said calmly, �Lift your dress and let me
put some of this on the stripes so it heals proper.� In his hand he now held a
small tin of some purple type ointment.

I did as he
instructed, gingerly pulling my knickers over my sore arse with a quick hiss of
breath as the cloth dragged over my sore bottom. I then lifted my dress and
assumed the brace position on the bed.

�Did the Mistress
instruct you to do this?� I asked hesitantly as his large finger began to
clinically but gently rub the cream onto the bloodied welt.

�Do not get cheeky
with me.� He said in an almost dark contemptuous tone, �As head of household
staff it is my responsibility to make sure all the staff are
healthy. The Master and Mistress have better things to do then be wiping cream
on your arse, girl.�

�Forgive me Sir.� I
added quickly.

He gave a slight
sigh and capped the tin then slipped it into his pocket. �There.� He gently
pulled up my under-drawers and then pulled out one box from the pile and placed
it on the bed. �Here is the serving uniform. Be in the kitchens in 20 minutes
for instructions.� He then turned and began to stride to the door.

�Sir?� I hesitantly
spoke. He instantly froze like a statue and slowly turned his icy blue eyes
seeming to bore into mine. �What.� He said in a cold tone.

I gave him a quick
and genuine curtsey. �Thank you, Sir.� I felt a blush at the base of my neck
and climb through my cheeks.

�You are welcome.�
He said blandly and then ducked out of the doorway.
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