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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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*Warning�This
chapter is a bit brutally graphic*

The next few days
went without incident. Lucius seemed on edge nearly constantly, and he had
nearly turned me completely over to Narcissa and Lothar for training. But on
day four I was summoned up to the Master and Mistress� bedroom and I was
surprised to see several trunks out by Mistress�s bed. �I will be going away
for two weeks.� She said as I helped her take down some of her dressed to pack.
�Lucius says you are not ready to accompany me alone yet.� She glanced away for
a moment and I could have sworn I saw a brief sadness in her eyes. I had known
the last several days had been strained between them, occasionally a few times
at night I had heard Lucius angry voice yelling at his wife.

I felt a tightness
in my throat at the thought of my Mistress not here. While she was stern and a
true lady she was always fair and kind with me. Usually her eyes were laughing
with grace and elegance but they seemed hard and strained lately, and while I
found the elegant Lucius Malfoy a stunning and handsome master, his brooding
and quick temper lately had made me extremely nervous. Even the intimidating
Lothar seemed to steer clear of Master Malfoy when he was around unless called
directly to him.

Because of the
tension in Malfoy Manor I had not been used or trained at all lately, which in
some ways suited me fine as well. I was quite content to serve with dedication
polishing silver, cleaning or whatever other tasks Lothar or Mina or Elena had
for me.

�When I return I
will set up a lavish party I think.� Mistress spoke to me a moment as if deep
in thought, �Something elegant and spectacular, I am sure that will bring
Lucius around.� I just nodded and solemnly folded one of her beautiful shawls
into the trunk.

�Oh dear pet, do not
be so sad.� She touched me gently, �You have made such wonderful strides, and I
am so pleased with your level of dedication and service. I truly am.� She
stepped up to me and caressed my cheek, and that simple gesture made me tremble
with both longing and sadness. Gently Mistress enfolded me in her arms and
kissed me gently alone the nape of my neck. �Just do what you are supposed to
do, all will be fine. I promise.�

�Yes my Mistress.� I
murmured. It would be around lunch time that she and her trunks would apparate
away from the living room. I felt a slight shiver go through me for whatever
reason. �Go on,� Lothar�s voice instructed me in his cold baritone. �You got
work to do, girl. Get to work cleaning the banisters.�

At night the three
witches, Elena, Mina and Nelda would leave. Because Dobby was gone, Lothar had
been staying at the house full time, but I overheard him talking to Elena that
it was only temporary, and rarely did I see the head stable master Carl unless
it was for him to sneak in the kitchens and grab some lunch or flirt with Nelda
whom he seemed to be smitten with.

Elena, Mina and
Nelda had left early that afternoon after cooking supper and I knew I would be
required to serve Lucius tonight. My heart was nearly pounding in my chest when
I heard him come home and stalk up the stair past me without even a word. Ten
minutes later Lothar motioned to me and signaled I should dress in my serving
uniform and prepare to serve supper.

I stood in the
kitchen as I loaded up the silver tray with the Master�s wine bottle, and his
bread basket. Lothar was ladling out the next course already for me to pick up
when he glanced down at me. �You�d better calm yourself, girl.� He demanded
quietly. I hadn�t even noticed my hands were shaking until he had pointed it
out to me.

�Er, it�s my first
time serving the Master.� I sighed under my breath. It was no secret to any of
us that Lucius had been unusually broody and angry lately.

�Be that as it may,�
His deep voice reverberated around me like a quiet bass drum, �Just do as you
had for Narcissa. Think calm and breathe deeply, you will be fine girl.� He
quirked an eyebrow at me and even that simple gesture gave me strength. Lothar
placed the salad on my tray and I gracefully walked out the double doors to
serve my Master.

I could already
tell his mood was still awful; his eyes seemed colder and harsher than I had
seen them. �Well, well.� He drawled. �Service by the lovely Fiona tonight. How
sweet.� But it was said darkly.

I placed the tray on
the table and curtsied and then began pouring his wine and serving the bread
and salad to him. I was about to leave to get things ready for his next course
but his elegant voice halted me. �Not yet, my dear.� He spoke. �I want you
right here while I eat.� His eye turned towards me with a predatory gaze a
moment.

�Yes Master.� I
barely whispered and stood as quietly as I could. He ate but his eyes never
broke their gaze of me, and I soon felt interminably uncomfortable, I deferred
my eyes to the ground as to not have to meet that piercing gaze of his, but yet
I could still feel him scrutinizing me.

�You know why I
didn�t let Narcissa take you with her don�t you?� he asked idly as he took a long
drink of his wine and tore his bread in half with a vicious hand.

I just shook my
head �no� feeling my heart beating even harder in my eardrums.

�Because she wanted
it, pet.� He said bluntly, �You know she begged for mercy for you the other
night and I gave it.� He gave a quick snort and thrust a forkful of salad into
his mouth as he chewed on it.

Oh how I wished he
would just end this conversation, I did not like where it was going. I knew he
and Narcissa loved each other dearly, but yet something was weighing heavily on
his mind lately and it was making him more sullen and cold than I could even
imagine. I did not wish to hear him berate the Mistress, to hear how he was
�one upping her� it made my heart ache.

�But she is not here
to intervene for you now, is she.� He said a bit sarcastically. �Not here to
rescue you from your Master�s rightful training now.�

I just stood there wishing I was anywhere
else at this moment. �Nothing to say?� Lucius demanded quietly.

�No Sir.� I quietly
looked up, �Unless Master wishes me to bring his next course for him.�

A chuckle escaped
his lips for a moment. �Oh you are a clever one indeed. Very well, do as you
must. However we will train tonight.� He dismissed me with a lazy wave of his
hand to get his next course. Picking up the silver tray I walked back into the
kitchen and was actually grateful to be in Lothar�s presence but neither one of
us dared to speak. He ladled out a big bowl of homemade beef stew and placed it
on the tray and a glass of ale for him as well as two more dinner rolls. I once
again walked out and finished serving the Master his dinner as I stood quietly
to the side as he tore into his meal. Thankfully he seemed tired of throwing
barbs at me or Narcissa and for this I was grateful.

�Skip the dessert.�
He placed his napkin on the table as I collected his now finished dinner
dishes. �No after dinner liqueur either. I want you in one hour outside my
bedroom, with your leash and the dress I had first bought you, with nothing on
underneath. Are we clear?�

�Yes Master.� I
curtsied as my hands were full with the tray and his empty dishes, but I know
he heard the soft rattling of the fine china as my trembling hands carried the
tray back to the kitchen. �The Master said he doesn�t wish��

�I heard him.� Lothar cut me off as he took
the tray from me almost roughly. Drawing forth his redwood wand he began to
have the dishes clean themselves and the leftovers wrap themselves up. �Your
meal is on the counter.� He nodded and although I had no appetite I was not
about to disobey Lothar and so I sat quietly and slowly ate the stew as I
watched the large man efficiently clean up the kitchen. At one point he was so
involved in cleaning up it was as though he had forgotten I was there. He had rolled
up his sleeves revealing his overly muscular arms, the veins standing out in
sharp relief against his forearms, and that is when I noticed that he too had
that same strange tattoo on his inner forearm as the Master had, the skull with
the serpent slithering out of it.

He must have noticed
me staring at it because at one point his eyes became very dark and hard and he
angrily rolled his sleeves down. �Are you done or what?� he glared at me.

I just nodded and
watched as he used his wand to make my dish fly to the sink and scrape and
clean itself.

�May I ask a
question sir?� I barely breathed out, daring to look up at his tall form. I was
so curious about that odd tattoo.

�No, and no!� his
voice was cold and no nonsense. �You are expected in half an hour at the
Master�s door. I suggest you get ready.� He narrowed his eyes briefly at me.

My shoulders
drooped and I nodded and started walking out of the kitchen when I felt his
large hand grab me. �I will be staying here tonight.� He said briefly and then
released me. I had no idea what to make of that comment but I just nodded and
walked out the door.

I felt my palms
sweating as I walked up the stairs to my Master and Mistress� bedroom door,
only today there would be no Narcissa there, and Master was in a dark and cruel
mood. I knocked once and almost instantly the door was flung open by Lucius
dressed in dark clothing, every thread neat as a pin. His hair was loose around
him and it only gave his dark features a more feral look.

One hand came up and
expertly snatched at the leash. �In.� he hissed. I was practically yanked into
the bedroom. With his bare hands he expertly and roughly pulled the dress off
of me, revealing my total nakedness underneath except for the golden collar
about my throat. �Present!� he growled and I instantly dropped to my knees in
the familiar position.

He let go of the
leash and I saw him walk over to the black lacquered armoire where he picked up
the riding crop he had used on me during our first training session. �I
understand you have even felt the sting of the cane.� He mused darkly, �We will
get to that soon enough, but some warm up first.� He looked down at me a
moment, �Position 2,� he casually said and I swept gracefully to my feet and
then bowed low at the waist grabbing my own lower calves, my head nearly
touching my knees. This left my ass and back totally open and vulnerable to
him. A thin line of sweat trickled down my neck and I saw the one lone drop
fall onto his elegant bedroom carpet.

The hiss of the crop
came hard and fast today, there was no warm up, nor did he use the softer
leather end of the crop. No, he lay into me with the rough braided end and I
could not help as the tears came to my eyes and the groan of pain came to my
lips. My body burned and thrummed with sharp driving pain as he lashed into me
with full cruel blows.

When the crop came across my soft unprotected side I fell
over and dropped to my knees, in new agonizing levels of pain.

�I see Narcissa has
not been building you up at all. What a waste.� His voice was cold and
calculating. My vision was blurred from the tears that blinded my eyes. He had moved away and using his wand had just
removed only his top layer of clothing, leaving his pants still on him.

His hand came down
and grabbing the leash hauled me to my feet. �Do you remember what I told you
the very first day?� his face was but a mere inch from mine, as his voice
hissed coldly and dominatingly over me. �That I AM your total and true Master.
I have final say in all that is done to you.� He had now begun to back me up,
his fist near the juncture of my throat where the leash attached to the collar.
I suddenly felt the hard, cold stone wall at my back as he pressed himself
against me with his full weight, his teeth finding the soft part of my shoulder
as he bit me and then kissed the spot. He could feel the heat of him right up
against me, the heat of anger and of his now growing arousal and cruel need.

His lips came down
hard on mine as he nearly drew the air from my lungs, one of his hands holding
the leash up above me keeping me immobile against the wall and his other hand
now cupping the hot delta of my pussy. His fingers dug into my mound harshly
and his thumb spread the lips rubbing over the clitoris. He pulled his lips
away from mine and his steely eyes bore into me.

�Oh yes, even scared
you are positively dripping.� He drawled. �But now it�s time to show you what a
true master can do.� He stepped back and suddenly his wand was in his hand. �Imperio� he murmured in a low voice.

I felt as though the
room had suddenly grown comfortably warm and almost dreamlike. It was not an
unpleasant feeling at all; in fact it was like riding on a gentle tropical sea.

�Go to my bed and assume the brace position.�
He said but in my mind his voice sounded so calm, so almost�kindly. Whatever he
said I merely felt my body do, it felt so calm and comforting to do exactly
what his voice was instructing me.

I was barely aware
of my body blindly obeying him, as I braced my arms on the bed and once again
exposed my arse and back to him. In the dim recesses of my mind I thought I
heard the much more darker hiss of the cane that Mistress had bought that day
at Bartalan�s. But still a soothing calmness pervaded my senses, even when the
cane struck, I could hear the lash of it against my flesh but yet there seemed
to be no pain at all, or it was so distant I was not aware of it.

I had no idea how many lashes he drove that
cane into me with. The warm comforting dream like sensation kept me almost
comfortably numb to anything he was doing now. A few times I saw flecks of
blood spray near my eyes, but it was as though it was happening to someone else
and not me.

I saw him throw the cane to the corner of the
room, and that is when the comforting feeling ripped from me as harshly as
someone throwing me into a burning bonfire.
The roar of pain that engulfed my throat was so high pitched and choked
I did not even recognize it as mine. Now I felt pain as I had never felt
before, as though each inch of my backside burned with licking flames, I could
feel warm liquid dripping down my back legs and lower back as my knees gave out
and I sank to the carpet trembling and in shock. Even the elegant rug scratched
and burned cruelly at the bloodied stripes Lucius had put on me.

�That is not even
pain, wench!� he hissed, �not even.� He now stood astraddle over my downed
form, one foot on either side of me his wand once again pointing at me. �I will
give you but a tiny taste of what true pain is.� And his eyes looked dangerous.
�Crucio.� He spat down at me.

I would have taken
another 20 thrashes with the cane gladly at that point. All at once my body
began to writhe and bridge in agony on the floor. Once when I was 10 years old,
I had been accidentally burned while the family had a bonfire in the back,
burning old rubbish. I still had a small scar from it on my wrist, but the pain
of that burn as awful as it was that day was nothing compared to what I felt
now. It was though I was literally being burned alive and my very bones being
broken hideously one by one. Again distantly I heard a scream, a woman�s scream
of pure anguish that I didn�t even recognize as my own.

�That is pain!� My
Master hissed angrily and thankfully whatever spell that �crucio� was
mercifully stopped. �And to think you only took four measly seconds of it.
Squibs like Muggles are so susceptible to this nasty little spell.�

My world was just
now one exquisite ball of agony. From the caning, and the taste of the crucio
spell, I could only lay on my side in a tightly curled ball as Lucius stepped
away from me. �Please, please master�� I could only pant numbly, oh why, why, why was he being so harsh to
me?

�Please?� he turned
back to me a moment. �Please? Yes I think I shall please myself greatly with
you tonight.� His cold eyes looked at me.

It was then that I
made the greatest mistake of my life with my Master. Looking back on it, I can
only think that the extreme pain that had been used on me caused my mind to
completely forget where I was and who I was with.

�What have I done to
you, Master?� I hissed with gasping breaths of agony, �Why punish me for what
Dobby did? Mistress and the rest of the staff are loyal to you without a doubt,
why are you taking it out on us?�

I never saw him
coming as I was still in my own private world of agony from the caning. That
quick he was on me, he had dropped down onto of me his strong legs pinning down
my shoulders as his weight sat on my chest. �WHAT?!?� he roared with an anger
that now chilled my very blood. �You dare to speak to me like that?� his eyes
now held a murderous rage that truly scared me beyond anything. His hand had
come down and backhanded me swiftly three times. Orange stars erupted in front
of my vision after just the first strike and my world teetered near the brink
of unconsciousness. His other hand was now wrapped around my throat as he
leaned into me even harder choking me.

�I should kill you.� His voice was so low and controlled I
knew I had crossed the line and was in mortal danger. I tried vainly to
struggle to do anything but he was far too strong and his hand was like an iron
vice around my throat as he easily shut off the blood and air to my brain. �I
should bloody well kill you.� Darkness
began to rush up towards me with a dull roaring sound like a tumultuous ocean
crashing against rocks�

�Ennervate�� I awoke with my body still
one aching mass of pain I tried to curl up but I was horrified to find I was
now restrained spread eagle with thick leather restraints at my wrists and
ankles. My eyes tried desperately to slide into focus, my head felt muddled as
through stuffed with cotton and my body was awakening once again to the cruel
exquisite pain that Lucius Malfoy had inflicted upon me.

I had not idea how
long I had been unconscious but now my Master was standing next to the bed
naked while glaring down at me with a cold harsh look in his eyes. I could tell
I was still in his bedroom. �I truly suggest you do not ever push my buttons
like that again, insolent one.� He said calmly. The look of insane rage had
left his face to be replaced now with cold malevolence etched onto his handsome
face. The way his long blonde hair hung over him like a wild mane made him look
even more dangerous.

�That was the only pass you will ever receive from me.� He
unfolded his arms and I got a quick glance at the mark on his arm, the same one
Lothar bore. His eyes saw me looking at it, and a grim half smile came to his
face, his eyes with a dark intensity I had not seen before.

�Nosey my little
slave?� he had crawled onto the bed again and sat astride my stomach. I groaned
beneath his weight. He leaned down as his hair draped over me and he held the
mark nearly up to my face. �Do you really want to know?� he chided, I knew he
was playing a dangerous game with me, but my curiosity was still raised.

Fearing to speak I tried to divert my eyes
from him, feeling the angry heat of him atop me.

�Look at me and
answer my question.� He coldly spat out each syllable. His hand grabbed my chin
and forced it to look into those harsh steel eyes and the cruel lines of his
elegant face.

I could see some splatters of blood on him,
and I knew they were my own from one of his earlier punishments. �Yes, Master�
I barely breathed. �I do respectfully wish to know.� I dared to meet his eyes.
If I was going to be killed for my insolence or curiosity, then a penny for a
pound then. I sensed nothing I would do or not do tonight would ease the anger
inside him at the world, the depressive broodiness that gnawed at him.

He sat back on me a
moment and a quick chuckle resounded from him. Almost proudly he held his arm
out and down so I could see the Skull with the serpent tattoo clearly. �It is
the mark of Lord Voldemort.� He casually said. �It means that my allegiances
once lay with him and I was a death eater when he was in power nearly 13 years
ago.�

I trembled slightly
beneath him. Even as a squib, I knew who �Lord Voldemort� was, �he who shall
not be named�.

�But I worry not
about telling you.� My Master spoke casually. �No one has heard from him since
that Potter brat caused his spell to backfire.� He paused and then added, �Not
only that, but you are bound to this household!� he spat out with precise
tones. �The two spells I so graciously showed you, the imperious and the
cruciatus curse, those are Dark Spells that were known to the Death Eaters, the
followers of the Dark Lord.�

�I would never
divulge any of Master�s secrets.� I spoke honestly, �I am here to serve, and I
only wish to make you and Mistress happy and pleased.� I tried one last time a
gentle tone to soothe his broodiness before he went off on a murderous tangent
again.

One elegant eyebrow
rose on his face. �We shall see.� He growled in a low tone and slid down
between my legs. Without warning he entered me harshly and today he took me far
harder and harsher than he ever had. At one point he had held his hand out and
said �Accio crop� and that bloodied
riding crop had flown to his hand which he proceeded to lash against my breasts
and stomach as he pounded into me.

Normally I would
have loved sex with my master, but as much agony as I was in from the earlier
caning and beatings every thrust of him, every movement caused constant and
agonizing pain to reverberate through every fiber of my being. I had no control
of the tears that just kept coursing down my cheeks, and worse, my agony seemed
to only fuel him more.

I had no idea what time it was when he
finally finished with me. It was though he had used me in mind, body and soul
to exorcise every anger and hatred in him. Somehow I knew a lot of his anger
was because of Dobby�s betrayal of the household and this Harry Potter person
costing Lucius his house elf. My master was a proud and tightly controlled man
and he had a specific image he always seemed to want to portray to those whom
saw him. Surprisingly even to myself, I did not feel anger at my Master for
what he had done to me tonight, only a deep sorrow. He truly was like the
angry, cruel and brooding Heathcliff, and I had seemed to just be the most
convenient �tool� for him to vent his anger, rage and frustrations on. I only
hoped and prayed that he would be sated and that I would once again someday see
the elegant, confident aristocratic noble Master I had begun so been taken with
and consumed by the first few days I had met him.

I was flung out naked late into the darkened
hallway, and my bloodied dress was flung out after me. A few times I tried to
stand but my legs; back and ass were too sore to even support me. With agonizing
slowness and tears coursing down my face I half crawled and half toppled down
the elegant staircase. There was not a part of me that didn�t hurt and right
now I would have been so grateful to have the soft comforting touch of my
Mistress, Narcissa soothing me or even that cold, imposing Lothar rubbing that
magical salve into my wounds�

Lothar! My mind
dimly remembered the words he had last spoke to me at dinner �I will be staying the night here.� Had
he somehow known that this might have happened to me? Were his words an
invitation to seek him out? I also remembered his words from several days ago�
�As head of household staff it is my
responsibility to make sure all the staff is kept healthy.�
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