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Captured	By : WhereTheBerriesBloom Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 49508 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Captured
-By WhereTheBerriesBloom

Warnings: Fem/slash, younger-older relationship, BDSM (domination, submission), Stockholm Syndrome, Lesbian themes
Characters (in order of last name) : Hermione Granger, Astoria Greengrass, Bellatrix Lestrange, Narcissa Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson

Narcissa Malfoy had always been a cold, rather frigid woman. She never much liked sex with her husband that was because she had known since she was eleven and had seen her older sisters changing that she was a lesbian. But her family's name and her reputation of being an icy princess was too precious for her to compromise, so she repressed her urges… buried them at the back of her mind where only when the nights were cold and lonely she would visit them.
Masturbation brought her a satisfactory orgasm very time which was more than she could say about Lucius fucking her, while he grunted and moaned and thrust into her, she just lay passive underneath him waiting for him to ejaculate so that she could go to sleep.
She was a lonely woman, since losing her husband and son in the last war, Narcissa had begun to drift around the halls of the Manor like a lost soul but she had a plan to rectify all that now, she thought with a wicked smirk on her face.
Hermione Granger… the little mudblood cunt who had killed Lucius, frankly Narcissa wasn't too aggrieved by his death; in truth she had set Narcissa free.
Narcissa was very attracted to Hermione Granger; the last few years had been kind to her, turning her gawky, awkward teenage body into a rather attractive one. Sleek curves and strong muscles, topped with a pair of high, firm bouncing tits that just begged to be taken in the mouth and sucked on. Just thinking about them made moisture trickle into Narcissa's privates.
So she had constructed a careful plan to get what she wanted, it had been two years since the war and Narcissa had already put the first half of her plan in motion. She had befriended Hermione Granger in the various fundraisers and charity balls. Draco had died a hero, protecting Harry Potter from his father; Narcissa had no idea that her son had been a spy for the Order.
Now the young woman was comfortable with Narcissa and it was time to put the second phase in motion, Narcissa had owled her earlier in the day to come over for dinner.
The soft fluttering at the window of the kitchen indicated the return of the owl with an answer from Hermione.
With a heart pumping in both anticipation and fear Narcissa tore the envelope open savagely, she had been waiting years to finally let her true desires take over her and now she was excited to begin!
The message was of assent, they fixed a time of 8:15 pm on the coming Sunday, it was perfect!
Come Sunday, Narcissa had a few of the remaining house elves prepare a scrumptious meal. Roast potatoes in their jackets dripping with butter and glistening invitingly, A fresh tomato and basil salad drizzled with olive oil and dressed in cream, Beef Stroganoff with a red wine sauce and assorted vegetables, a spring green soup garnished with slivers of almonds and plums and dessert was a lovely lemon Panna Cotta with rhubarb, honey and blackberry madeleine's. The cheeses were out and so were the coffee beans from Ghana, the wines were left to breathe; Narcissa planned to get Hermione drunk and then slip a tiny little potion into her drink that would knock her out for a good few hours.
A Chardonnay with the first course, which was the salad … the wine, was a dry white, perfect for the sweetness of the basil and tomato's.
Chablis and Sauvignon-Blanc with the next two courses, finally a Merlot and then Rosés with dessert, it was perfect…
Narcissa next moved on the living room and the dining hall to make sure everything was perfect and then went up to her rooms to dress.
Her personal house-elf had drawn a bath and generously sprinkled some Magnolia oil into it; Narcissa lowered her naked body into the water, sighing with pleasure…
She had waited so long for this and finally it was time, she was so very anxious. Quickly scrubbing her body and washing her hair, Narcissa stepped out of the large marble tub and went over to the full length mirror. She looked good for a 45 year old, her breasts were still firm, topped with pale pink nipples, her stomach was not quite so taut anymore, it was more gently concave. She had not bothered to shave her pussy; instead she let the soft blonde hair grow in its natural triangular shape.
Her house-elf entered the bathroom and helped her into a pair of slinky, satin panty's and a tight corset that pushed her breasts up, next was a slip; of snow white silk that slid onto her milk white body, perfectly molding and shaping it. Next the house-elf brought a bright, royal peacock blue gown with golden beading upon its bust and shoulders, its long sleeves were shaped like flower petals and it fit and flattered Narcissa's fair coloring perfectly.
Gliding out of the bathroom, Narcissa took a seat at her dressing table; she was like a high priestess getting ready to perform a sacrifice.
The house-elf dried her hair with a click of her fingers and then parted it to the side and secured it with a sapphire encrusted barrette, next she began to do her mistress's makeup with a light hand, skin matching powder and light pink rouge, just a hint of pink balm and in keeping with the theme a line of peacock blue eyeliner on each lid.
"Thank you Twinkle, you may go now." Said Narcissa with a smile.
It was almost time and sure enough in 15 minutes the bell rang and Narcissa heard one of her house-elves open the door.
Taking a deep breath, she floated out of her room and to the top of the stairs, for a second she stopped and admired the younger woman's form, her lithe body was incase in a short red dress, it's neckline was so deep that it plunged all the way down to her navel, her modesty only preserved by the endless ruffles in cream around the neckline and on her feet she wore bright red pumps. Her makeup was flawless, barely there shadow and then a bright splash of color that were her red lips.
She looked like a whore sneered Narcissa, she was going to have fun disciplining her.
"Hello dear, welcome!" Narcissa said, pleased to see the girl's eyes widen at the sight of her.
"Thank you for having me Narcissa." Hermione said shyly.
She won't be calling me Narcissa for much longer now, thought the older woman with a secret smile, nor will she be that pleased to be here.
"Come my dear." Said Narcissa, descending the stairs and putting a hand on Hermione's elbow, "Jelly makes some of the most marvelous muggle cocktails, they are simply delicious!" she told her, leading her into the drawing room.
The bar was a beautiful piece of work, oak topped by black marble and softly lit by ghost lighting from under the bar and around the many tapestries.
Two martini glasses with their drinks were already waiting, the alcohol soon got Hermione comfortable and she and Narcissa began to converse about their various interests and the charities and philanthropist work they were involved in. Narcissa barely touched her drink, pleased to see Hermione was getting more and more comfortable.
"Dinner is served mistress." Said a soft voice from behind her.
"Come dear, let us retire to the dining room." Said Narcissa, leading the young woman into the dining room.
Hermione was in awe, this had to be one of the most beautiful rooms she had ever seen, wide arch's and pale woodwork, and the table was bedecked in flowers, their cloying scent making Hermione even more relaxed.
They were almost to dessert and Narcissa could wait no longer, when Hermione got up to be excused to the wash room, Narcissa quickly poured the potion into her goblet; it was thankfully an odorless and tasteless potion.
When she returned Hermione took a sip from her glass; it was more than enough to shut down her system, soon the girl began yawning… embarrassed by her bad manners Hermione apologized and Narcissa assured her it was alright.
"Why don't you spend the night here." She suggested wickedly, "We have plenty of bedrooms."
Too tired to disagree Hermione followed her hostess up the stairs and into one of the bedroom, as soon as she reached the bed she collapsed into a deep sleep.
Narcissa gave a tiny smirk of satisfaction and whipped out her wand, everything was going like she had planned it to.
A quick spell had Hermione laying naked on the bed, Narcissa stopped for a moment to admire the firm young body, running her hands on Hermione's big breasts and smooth, bald cunt, the young woman unthinkingly arched towards the ministrations and gave a little moan but never awoke.
Narcissa levitated Hermione out of the room and towards a door at the end of the corridor, the room there was the one with all the toys and Narcissa's torture devises. Levitating her onto the cross right at the center of the room and strapping her in.
Now all she had to do was wait for her to wake up.
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