Millie (millieweasley) wrote in malfoycentric, @ 2008-02-10 21:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: lucius, character: molly, het, rating: nc-17 |
Fic: Caught - Molly Prewett/Lucius Malfoy - NC-17
Title: Caught
Author: millieweasley
Pairing/Character: Molly Prewett/Lucius Malfoy/Crabbe and Goyle Sr (before the Sr part) – Hogwarts Era
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Non-con, bondage, flogging (sort of, in the background), group-sex, domination
Word count: 1990
Beta: faraday
Summary: Arthur and Molly only wanted some adventure by the lake – they weren't expected to be caught by the caretaker – and Molly definitely didn't expect Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle coming to taunt her.
A thump. A strangled cry. A laugh – or possibly a groan – no definitely a held back laugh. Anything else was too disturbing to think of. Another thump. Another strangled cry.
The chains were cold against her wrists as she waited. Waited and listened, and waited again, cursing herself – themselves – for being so careless. For taking the risks. They could have used the prefect's bathroom like usual – and yet they didn't. No they had to try to do it outside, in the pale light of the moon. Take a risk.
Only the risk got them caught, and now she was chained to the wall, and now Pringle was having his merry time with Arthur and she was chained to the wall. It wasn't made less embarrassing by the fact that she hadn't even been allowed to arrange her clothes – or find her knickers. And her entire body was still drumming with pent up tension as Pringle had caught them…well during.
Another thump, and she winced, knowing what it was and what it did. She could swear that Pringle was enjoying himself. Just like she could have sworn he checked out her tits as he strung her hands above her head.
No, actually, she didn't really want to think of that. It was easier pretending that he was just doing his job.
The strain in her arms was beginning to wear on her, and she sighed loudly, not hearing the door to the office open up behind her. Not until it creaked, a sound that made her jump. Still even that was nothing to the chock when she heard that particular chuckle.
'Well, well, well…our informers do keep a good eye on things, don't they?' The icy voice said, a taunting present that had Molly nearly groaning with embarrassment. 'Our head-girl…all chained up…for breaking curfew?' he said cruelly.
'And by the looks of it…' He was walking around her now, until his face was opposite hers, until she could no longer deny his presence. '…She was having a grand time too,' he continued, his grey eyes flashing with malice and…what was that? Was that lust?
'I'm sure Pringle wouldn't like you be out outside curfew any more, Malfoy,' she said sharply. Thump. 'He'll be back any minute.'
A laugh. Cruel and heartless, though more were laughing, and Molly turned her head, her eyes widening at the sight of Crabbe and Goyle. Dumb and Dumber – Malfoy's personal body guards.
'Pringle is a bit preoccupied at the moment, Prewett,' he said, sounding amused. 'And I don't think you're in a position to take any points right now,' he said with a smirk, suddenly reaching out and letting a leather clad finger run along the line of her still unbuttoned blouse, moving it just that little inch to the side that allowed it to fall open. 'My, my, my…either it's cold in here or lover boy never gave you what you needed,' he teased, doing the same to the other side, her breasts fully exposed.
'And I think I owe you a galleon Goyle. That must be the first, but I could have sworn it was spells making them look that big.'
Molly gasped, writhed uselessly against the chain, only to realise that it made the blouse fall open even more – exposing her completely to their gloating eyes. Seriously, Crabbe looked like he was about ready to come in his trousers at the sight of her.
'Put that back!' she snapped, her voice loud, hoping she'd gain Pringle's attention. Thump. Apparently not.
'I think I won't,' Malfoy answered instead, smirking at her, his arms folding. 'I wonder how horny you still are…' he said instead, almost studying her, then smirking. 'Horny enough to beg someone else to finish what lover boy started?' he asked, approaching until he was standing very close to her.
'Never!' Molly snapped, trying to stare him down. He didn't seem affected, instead he smirked more.
'A challenge…I like that. We'll see who's right or wrong.' There was a moment where Molly wondered what he meant, how would he – she'd never – and then her eyes widened when he waved his wand, the effects of whatever spell he cast rippling through her.
'Now then…let's see who's right,' he said with a smirk. 'Honestly right,' he added with a laugh. 'Crabbe, on your knees,' he then barked, flicking his wand again and adding a privacy spell to the room. 'Now, then my little lying head girl,' you're wondering what spell I put on you, don't you?' he asked. Molly only glared at him, almost afraid to speak. He laughed. Circled her, and leaned to whisper in her ear. 'It will make you tell the truth about what that sinful body wants…' he whispered. 'No more pretending you're the good girl…tonight you'll show us what a slut you really are.'
'Fuck you, Malfoy!' she snapped, almost shocked by the severity of the words. She never swore. Never. And yet she had no interest in taking those words back.
'No, I think you got that the wrong way, Prewett. I'll be doing the fucking tonight. You're a bit too…tied up to manage,' he teased, chuckling, apparently very much amused at his own joke. 'Now why are you lazing about Crabbe?' he then asked. 'You wanted a taste, now taste. Make the whore squirm for us.'
Molly gasped, watching in horror as Crabbe moved to sit in front of her, lifting her skirt in order to remove the knickers she didn't have on. She closed her eyes, as Goyle pointed and laughed.
'Look, she doesn't even have knickers on. She's really up for a fucking.'
'Quiet – I did not give you permission to speak.' Up until then, Molly had never thought she'd be grateful for anything coming out of Malfoy's mouth. She wasn't as grateful when he leaned in and whispered in her ear.
'As I thought, a slut.'
She moved to protest, but just then Crabbe leaned in and swiped his tongue over her already sensitive clit and a moan left her mouth instead. She gasped, clamping her mouth together. Malfoy laughed. 'I told you – you won't lie about your body's reactions tonight.'
He circled her again, looking at her, then waving his wand and levitating her slightly and spread her legs to give Crabbe access. She hated the fact that she suddenly found herself with less pain in her shoulders. That the relief from the strain on them was nice. She hated it more that she couldn't seem to keep the moans from her throat as her mind very much wanted to say no to what was happening. She didn't voice her mind's protests however – because even she knew that her body was too highly strung to allow her to say anything other than yes.
If she got the workings of the spell right – her mind's wishes would mean nothing.
She closed her eyes, trying to block things out, only to snap them open when she heard a groan. She wished she hadn't because Goyle had his cock out, thick and short and throbbingly red as he worked it, panting as he stared at her. She turned her eyes away, but couldn't close them, not with that noise – instead she tried to focus on the wall, only her eyes kept drifting to Malfoy.
Damn that boy – well man – no boy. Oh screw it!
He on the other hand was very calm. He watched, with interest – her, not Goyle - he made a point to avoid looking at him. Instead he moved, walking behind her, moving his hand over her back, her arse, the gloves rough against her skin as he reached up under her skirt. 'It feels good, doesn't it?' he whispered to her ear, and to her horror she felt the need, the urge to comply.
'Yes.' She sobbed, she didn't want it to feel good, she wanted to hate this – and yet she didn't. Malfoy however, only laughed, reaching further, and feeling her cunt. She shuddered, moaned at the rough touch. He pulled back and she nearly whimpered as he held his finger before her nose, the smell of leather and sex going straight to her mind.
'I'm going to fuck you now.' Statement, not question, not threat. Statement. She wanted to say no. She groaned instead. She wanted to pull away from the tongue on her clit. She arched into it instead. She wanted to beg them to stop. She closed her mouth and forced herself not to beg them to keep going.
Then there was the sound of clasps being removed, and the feel of leather against her skin as Malfoy pulled her into position, thrusting hard and long into her, making her cry out with a pleasure she didn't want to feel.
She closed her eyes again, tried to focus on not voicing what her body wanted her to voice. Yet the sounds from Goyle, the feeling of Crabbe's tongue against her clit (was it not the world's greatest injustice that he knew how to do that better than Arthur?), the feel of leather against her skin and of Malfoy's cock in her cunt all made her mind weaker and her body hotter.
She groaned, never having done it this way before, surprised at what the angle did. Biting her lip until she could taste blood she tried to keep herself in control, but her body was shaking with lust and she couldn't keep control, not when there were just so many sensations. She groaned, and moaned and finally shouted out her pleasure, begging inwardly that Arthur may never find out.
Behind her she heard another groan, Malfoy's, and a chuckle in her ear. 'That's better. Show us what a slut you are. You like this, don't you? You like being fucked – watched – licked, all at the same time.'
She shook her head. 'Yes, Merlin, yes!' A laugh, and she felt tears of humiliation run along her cheeks. Was she really this much of a whore? Was it really this easy? And then Crabbe's tongue touched her just like that, and she groaned out for more, begged them for more, the words spilling from her lips as she grew closer and closer to the orgasm she knew she couldn't avoid. Behind her Malfoy laughed, as did Goyle – Crabbe thankfully a bit busy with other things than to laugh at her.
Malfoy's hands tightened, probably bruising her skin – and then she felt nothing but pleasure as her body took over the last traces of her mind. She came hard, pumping Malfoy without even thinking of it, groaning as her body shook with pleasure. It was so strong she hardly noticed Malfoy following her over the edge, emptying himself inside her with a loud grunt.
By the time he pulled out she felt exhausted, her body tingling – and yet she felt oddly alone.
Behind her she heard the clasps moving against each other again, and when she saw Malfoy step up from behind her, he looked as impeccable as always. Crabbe was sitting back, fisting the bulge in his trousers, while watching Malfoy – as if waiting for orders. Malfoy on the other hand seemed unmoved, and only glanced at a clock in his pocket before putting it back.
'Pringle will be done in a short while,' he said casually. 'Don't take too long with her.' He moved for the door, leaving Molly with eyes the side of saucers – surely he couldn't mean…?
'Oh and Crabbe, do go a bit easy on her, will you. The last one didn't walk right after you went up her arse – try to stay in front this time. You're a lot too big for anything else.' And with that he simply left the room! Molly was dumbstruck – scared – tired – confused…and suddenly faced with two very horny, very eager teenagers. And Fuck, Malfoy hadn't joked about the size of Crabbe! What the hell was she going to do now?