Revenge and Ruffles - a gift for _afterism!
Title: Revenge and Ruffles
Author/Artist: marianna_merlo
Recipient: _afterism
Pairing(s): Narcissa Malfoy/Hermione Granger
Word Count: 2,200
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con, mind control
Summary: They would never find her, and even if they did, it would be thrilling to see their shock at what she had become.
Author's Notes: Dear _afterism, you gave me a great prompt that inspired some of my wickedest thoughts, so thank you for that! Some of the things you asked for were: slavery, satisfied revenge, humiliation, and mind control. I tried to focus on those to give you a story that I hope you enjoy. This was certainly fun to write! Thank you K for betaing and for being a great sounding board as always ♥
Sometimes the curse wore off, and the Mudblood's eyes shone with her struggle to break through. Her forehead creased, and sweat glistened by her hairline. She set her jaw in determination. But she stood no chance against Narcissa's power. No matter how clever a witch she was, it took more than a little skill to shake the Imperius; especially one backed by the strength of hateful, raw resentment pistoned through Narcissa's wand.
Narcissa effortlessly reinstated the curse, and the Mudblood's body sighed in compliance. The fight left her eyes, and she became a doll again. Narcissa's personal toy. She made sure to dress the girl up to look the part. The doll had makeup on, and bouncy curls in pigtails.
"Straighten out your dress, dear," Narcissa commanded quietly.
The doll smoothed her palms down the front of her body. The full, satin skirt bounced up and down under her hands, exposing the fat ruffles underneath.
"Good girl."
Narcissa rose from her seat on the sofa and walked toward the doll, which stood by the bookshelves. The library was dark, lit only by the glow of floating candles. Narcissa felt a sadistic sort of pleasure in making the Mudblood dust the books.
Narcissa pointed to a high shelf. "You missed that one. The fifth from the top."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mistress." The doll tried to rise on her tip-toes, though her heels were already high enough to put her there. She made soft noises in her throat as she struggled to reach the shelf, which was even out of reach of the feather duster.
"How dare you miss a spot on these precious books?" Narcissa taunted. "I thought you were fond of books."
"I am! I'm sorry."
The Mudblood's skirt rose up with her, exposing the curve of her arse. Narcissa eyed it eagerly, pursing her lips as she considered whether or not to hit.
She decided, yes.
She reached behind her to grab the thin, wooden rod from the table near the sofa. It was a long, flexible cane; ideal for leaving marks.
The high pitched whoosh of the cane was possibly more satisfying than the smack as it landed across the doll's arse cheeks.
"Ow!" the doll squealed, reaching behind to grasp her arse.
"Leave it!"
The doll's hands sprung away, but Narcissa's view was now blocked by ruffles.
"Lift your skirt. Lift it high like a good girl."
The doll bit her bottom lip, and her cheeks coloured as she grasped the hem of her skirt in two delicate hands. She lifted it to expose her naked arse, and Narcissa sighed in contentment at the bright pink welt that was already beginning to form.
"It is better you are not allowed panties, isn't it?"
"Yes, Mistress."
With a finger, Narcissa traced the line of the welt. "This pretty little mark wouldn't have formed under panties."
The doll nodded. It was exhilarating watching the Mudblood obey and agree so readily, because Narcissa knew it was likely killing her inside. Occasionally, Narcissa caught glimpses of it in those large, brown eyes. Her body might have been possessed by the curse, but her mind wasn't. The humiliation was torture.
The thought made Narcissa squirm delightedly, clenching between her thighs as pleasure ran through her body.
The doll's breasts rose and fell, swelling obscenely in the tight bodice.
"You're aware of everything, aren't you, Mudblood?"
The girl didn't say a word, only continued to bite her bottom lip. But Narcissa knew she could hear her; her tortured breathing betrayed everything.
Narcissa smiled broadly at the doll. She was stuffed into that dress like an oversized puppet on strings, her bits bulging out of every possible place. It was not enough. It wasn't nearly enough humiliation for what the Mudblood's friends had done to Lucius. If he was to be the Wizarding world's prisoner, then this Mudblood would be Narcissa's, for as long as it took them to find her. Which would be a very long time indeed, because no one knew of this place hidden deep in the Alps. Here, she was free to taunt the girl as much as she desired.
And Narcissa wanted more.
"It's bed time. Come." She snapped her fingers at the doll.
The Mudblood's eyes flashed for a moment, but then resumed their easy gaze. Inevitably, she gave in to the curse and followed Narcissa down the hall.
In the bedroom, Narcissa aimed her wand and stripped the girl of her outfit so forcefully, the Mudblood nearly fell over. The magic ripped and pulled the garment, until the girl stood naked in front of Narcissa.
Narcissa observed her silently. She took a turn about the room, eyeing her up and down. She could tell it was unnerving the Mudblood, whose left hand slightly trembled. That was usually a sign the curse was faltering, and Narcissa typically reinstated it. But tonight, something thick and vile roared inside her, and she waited. The more the curse wore off, the more poignant the humiliation would be for the Mudblood. Narcissa would wait until the optimal moment, and drag this out.
Narcissa smiled to herself as she returned to face the girl. She reached out to grab a nipple and squeezed mercilessly. The Mudblood winced, which she would never do under the full weight of the curse. It was definitely wearing. Narcissa's heart sped with a thrill. She pinched both nipples, and the girl bit her lip as Narcissa pulled on them.
"Stand still…" she warned, and the girl's body straightened up instantly, though her expression remained pained. Narcissa continued to pull and twist, and soon she needed more. She spanked the girl's breasts with her bare hands, over and over and over. The sound was addicting, as was the sting of Narcissa's palm. The breasts were bright pink by the time she'd had her fill.
"You're not done yet," Narcissa said breathlessly. She went into her bureau and pulled open the top drawer, fishing out the doll's second outfit. "These should be lovely on you."
The nipple clamps were connected by a delicate, silver chain and looked more like jewelry than clamps. Narcissa had to make her up like a doll again, this time for bed, and it was her favourite part of this game.
The clamps pinched the girl's nipples and the chain hung between her breasts. Next was a collar on a very short leash. It was a beautiful band of silver, like a tight necklace around the doll's neck.
"Kneel."
The Mudblood didn't move. Her mouth was twisted into the slightest frown.
Narcissa lowered her voice. "Get down on your knees."
The girl remained unnaturally still. Her muscles were taut with the effort to resist. Her hands balled into fists at her sides.
Narcissa felt laugher bubble up inside her, until she couldn't hold it. Her head fell back as she screeched at the Mudblood's futile efforts. When she ran out of breath, she stared into the girls' eyes.
"Now!"
Like water down a drain, all the fight left the girl's face. The Mudblood knelt down instantly, like Narcissa had taught her so many nights now. She placed both palms on the floor and put her face to the ground.
"That's right." Narcissa bent over and attached the end of the leash to the foot of the bed. It was so short, the girl could barely lift her head two feet off the ground.
Narcissa knelt down beside her on one knee, stroking the doll from her shoulders to the small of her back, then over again. "Tell me you're a good little girl," she purred. The doll didn't answer, and Narcissa smiled. "Go on. Don't fight it."
The doll's thighs trembled, but Narcissa kept stroking her as if she were stroking a cat. She felt the Mudblood trying hard to pull away from her in her mind, but Narcissa's will was stronger, and she pulled back. The curse was on her side.
"Come now, doll. Tell me you're my good little girl." Narcissa's hand snaked further down, and she swatted the doll's arse.
The doll squeaked, and turned her head so her cheek was pressed against the floor. She timidly spoke. "I'm your good little girl."
"Yes," Narcissa hissed, running her hand up and down the doll's thigh. The way she knelt with her head down and arse up exposed her pink pussy, and Narcissa ran a finger over the outer lips, just to remind the girl and shame her. The girl made a soft choking noise. "Tell me you like dressing up for me in pretty little outfits," Narcissa pressed.
The doll exhaled heavily, and pulled harder against the curse. Eventually, her small voice said, "I like my pretty little outfits, Mistress."
Narcissa couldn't help herself, but she was becoming wet with arousal. She wanted to bend this girl to her will. To win. Winning would be the sweetest thing.
"You're safe with me, girl. You can stay here forever -" A particularly sharp tug, but the curse remained. "You can be my little toy, and I'll dress you up and play with you. You'd like that, right?"
The doll's thighs trembled - this was the perfect time. Narcissa aimed for the doll's pussy, and smacked her hard.
"Ow!"
"Oh, you like it. Don't pretend not to. I know you like this -" She smacked her hard again, and the doll thrashed her hips. "Oh, no. Don't you think you're getting away." Narcissa stood and threw one foot over the doll, then plopped down on her back facing her behind. The doll's knees shook. "Stay up! Don't you dare let your stomach touch the ground." Narcissa held out her hand toward the bureau and Accio'd a toy, and from the open top drawer flew another spanking implement. This one was smaller, with a little leather square at the end meant for swatting.
The doll's legs and elbows struggled to hold Narcissa's weight, but that was part of the fun, and Narcissa continued to sit on the girl's back as she swatted her pussy.
"Aren't you getting wet yet?"
"Oh... please…"
"I said do it. Now!" Swat. "I want to see those pussy lips glistening."
"Mistress… I can't."
"You are under my control, and you will do whatever I tell you to. Now do it! Get wet for me, Mudblood."
Narcissa switched to her arse - one cheek, then the other. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
"Ah!"
"Hold me up… that's it. Arse up. Spread your legs further. I want to see that pussy."
The doll struggled but obeyed, and squealed at each swat until she was screaming.
It seemed she needed some help, so Narcissa put down her toy and roughly inserted two fingers into the Mudblood's cunt, pushing them in and out until the girl's screams turned into hoarse moans. To Narcissa's delight, the Mudblood's pussy started to gleam. When she pulled her fingers out, wetness clung to the girl's twat in a sticky string.
Narcissa grinned. "You filthy, dirty Mudblood. You've gone and wet yourself. Look at you." She turned and thrust the two fingers against the girl's nostrils, playing the tips around her nose. The girl looked like she was about to cry. "Look at it. Smell it."
The Mudblood whimpered pathetically.
"Your pussy likes this. I own you." Narcissa picked up the swatter and this time aimed it for the Mudblood's pussy lips. "You need to be punished. I said glisten, not soak me. Disgusting… Spread those legs. That's right."
Swat. "Bad," swat, "bad," swat, "girl!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Mistress. Please stop."
"Will you ever disobey me again?"
"No, no I won't. Not ever. I promise. I'll be your good little girl. I swear."
Narcissa's heart raced, and she smiled as she stroked the girl's pussy with her hand. She felt the girl's breath hitch.
"That's right. Now, be the good little doll you are and don't let this fall - grip it tight with your pussy." Narcissa turned the blunt end of the swatter toward the doll's cunt and eased the stick in. The doll clenched, and Narcissa felt her resist the toy. "Come on. More. Take more." Slowly, she fit a good portion of the toy up the doll's cunt, and finally hopped off her back.
Narcissa took her time getting herself ready for bed. She undid her hair from its elegant knot; she removed her earrings; she got into her silk night dress. When she looked upon the doll again, she saw it was in the same position, still holding the swatter between its legs.
Narcissa smiled and went to her. She gripped the end of the toy and began to pull it out, and just as the girl began to relax, Narcissa pushed it back in. She chuckled at the girl's squeak of surprise before pulling it out completely.
As she climbed into bed, she looked upon her doll one last time before laying her head against the pillows.
"You may have a blanket tonight, for being so entertaining."
There was a small, wool blanket folded at the end of her bed, and Narcissa threw it down at the Mudblood. It was only when she had closed her eyes that she realized she didn't feel the bond of the Imperius anymore.
In a resentful yet small voice, she heard the Mudblood say, "Thank you, Mistress."
Author/Artist: marianna_merlo
Recipient: _afterism
Pairing(s): Narcissa Malfoy/Hermione Granger
Word Count: 2,200
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con, mind control
Summary: They would never find her, and even if they did, it would be thrilling to see their shock at what she had become.
Author's Notes: Dear _afterism, you gave me a great prompt that inspired some of my wickedest thoughts, so thank you for that! Some of the things you asked for were: slavery, satisfied revenge, humiliation, and mind control. I tried to focus on those to give you a story that I hope you enjoy. This was certainly fun to write! Thank you K for betaing and for being a great sounding board as always ♥
Sometimes the curse wore off, and the Mudblood's eyes shone with her struggle to break through. Her forehead creased, and sweat glistened by her hairline. She set her jaw in determination. But she stood no chance against Narcissa's power. No matter how clever a witch she was, it took more than a little skill to shake the Imperius; especially one backed by the strength of hateful, raw resentment pistoned through Narcissa's wand.
Narcissa effortlessly reinstated the curse, and the Mudblood's body sighed in compliance. The fight left her eyes, and she became a doll again. Narcissa's personal toy. She made sure to dress the girl up to look the part. The doll had makeup on, and bouncy curls in pigtails.
"Straighten out your dress, dear," Narcissa commanded quietly.
The doll smoothed her palms down the front of her body. The full, satin skirt bounced up and down under her hands, exposing the fat ruffles underneath.
"Good girl."
Narcissa rose from her seat on the sofa and walked toward the doll, which stood by the bookshelves. The library was dark, lit only by the glow of floating candles. Narcissa felt a sadistic sort of pleasure in making the Mudblood dust the books.
Narcissa pointed to a high shelf. "You missed that one. The fifth from the top."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mistress." The doll tried to rise on her tip-toes, though her heels were already high enough to put her there. She made soft noises in her throat as she struggled to reach the shelf, which was even out of reach of the feather duster.
"How dare you miss a spot on these precious books?" Narcissa taunted. "I thought you were fond of books."
"I am! I'm sorry."
The Mudblood's skirt rose up with her, exposing the curve of her arse. Narcissa eyed it eagerly, pursing her lips as she considered whether or not to hit.
She decided, yes.
She reached behind her to grab the thin, wooden rod from the table near the sofa. It was a long, flexible cane; ideal for leaving marks.
The high pitched whoosh of the cane was possibly more satisfying than the smack as it landed across the doll's arse cheeks.
"Ow!" the doll squealed, reaching behind to grasp her arse.
"Leave it!"
The doll's hands sprung away, but Narcissa's view was now blocked by ruffles.
"Lift your skirt. Lift it high like a good girl."
The doll bit her bottom lip, and her cheeks coloured as she grasped the hem of her skirt in two delicate hands. She lifted it to expose her naked arse, and Narcissa sighed in contentment at the bright pink welt that was already beginning to form.
"It is better you are not allowed panties, isn't it?"
"Yes, Mistress."
With a finger, Narcissa traced the line of the welt. "This pretty little mark wouldn't have formed under panties."
The doll nodded. It was exhilarating watching the Mudblood obey and agree so readily, because Narcissa knew it was likely killing her inside. Occasionally, Narcissa caught glimpses of it in those large, brown eyes. Her body might have been possessed by the curse, but her mind wasn't. The humiliation was torture.
The thought made Narcissa squirm delightedly, clenching between her thighs as pleasure ran through her body.
The doll's breasts rose and fell, swelling obscenely in the tight bodice.
"You're aware of everything, aren't you, Mudblood?"
The girl didn't say a word, only continued to bite her bottom lip. But Narcissa knew she could hear her; her tortured breathing betrayed everything.
Narcissa smiled broadly at the doll. She was stuffed into that dress like an oversized puppet on strings, her bits bulging out of every possible place. It was not enough. It wasn't nearly enough humiliation for what the Mudblood's friends had done to Lucius. If he was to be the Wizarding world's prisoner, then this Mudblood would be Narcissa's, for as long as it took them to find her. Which would be a very long time indeed, because no one knew of this place hidden deep in the Alps. Here, she was free to taunt the girl as much as she desired.
And Narcissa wanted more.
"It's bed time. Come." She snapped her fingers at the doll.
The Mudblood's eyes flashed for a moment, but then resumed their easy gaze. Inevitably, she gave in to the curse and followed Narcissa down the hall.
In the bedroom, Narcissa aimed her wand and stripped the girl of her outfit so forcefully, the Mudblood nearly fell over. The magic ripped and pulled the garment, until the girl stood naked in front of Narcissa.
Narcissa observed her silently. She took a turn about the room, eyeing her up and down. She could tell it was unnerving the Mudblood, whose left hand slightly trembled. That was usually a sign the curse was faltering, and Narcissa typically reinstated it. But tonight, something thick and vile roared inside her, and she waited. The more the curse wore off, the more poignant the humiliation would be for the Mudblood. Narcissa would wait until the optimal moment, and drag this out.
Narcissa smiled to herself as she returned to face the girl. She reached out to grab a nipple and squeezed mercilessly. The Mudblood winced, which she would never do under the full weight of the curse. It was definitely wearing. Narcissa's heart sped with a thrill. She pinched both nipples, and the girl bit her lip as Narcissa pulled on them.
"Stand still…" she warned, and the girl's body straightened up instantly, though her expression remained pained. Narcissa continued to pull and twist, and soon she needed more. She spanked the girl's breasts with her bare hands, over and over and over. The sound was addicting, as was the sting of Narcissa's palm. The breasts were bright pink by the time she'd had her fill.
"You're not done yet," Narcissa said breathlessly. She went into her bureau and pulled open the top drawer, fishing out the doll's second outfit. "These should be lovely on you."
The nipple clamps were connected by a delicate, silver chain and looked more like jewelry than clamps. Narcissa had to make her up like a doll again, this time for bed, and it was her favourite part of this game.
The clamps pinched the girl's nipples and the chain hung between her breasts. Next was a collar on a very short leash. It was a beautiful band of silver, like a tight necklace around the doll's neck.
"Kneel."
The Mudblood didn't move. Her mouth was twisted into the slightest frown.
Narcissa lowered her voice. "Get down on your knees."
The girl remained unnaturally still. Her muscles were taut with the effort to resist. Her hands balled into fists at her sides.
Narcissa felt laugher bubble up inside her, until she couldn't hold it. Her head fell back as she screeched at the Mudblood's futile efforts. When she ran out of breath, she stared into the girls' eyes.
"Now!"
Like water down a drain, all the fight left the girl's face. The Mudblood knelt down instantly, like Narcissa had taught her so many nights now. She placed both palms on the floor and put her face to the ground.
"That's right." Narcissa bent over and attached the end of the leash to the foot of the bed. It was so short, the girl could barely lift her head two feet off the ground.
Narcissa knelt down beside her on one knee, stroking the doll from her shoulders to the small of her back, then over again. "Tell me you're a good little girl," she purred. The doll didn't answer, and Narcissa smiled. "Go on. Don't fight it."
The doll's thighs trembled, but Narcissa kept stroking her as if she were stroking a cat. She felt the Mudblood trying hard to pull away from her in her mind, but Narcissa's will was stronger, and she pulled back. The curse was on her side.
"Come now, doll. Tell me you're my good little girl." Narcissa's hand snaked further down, and she swatted the doll's arse.
The doll squeaked, and turned her head so her cheek was pressed against the floor. She timidly spoke. "I'm your good little girl."
"Yes," Narcissa hissed, running her hand up and down the doll's thigh. The way she knelt with her head down and arse up exposed her pink pussy, and Narcissa ran a finger over the outer lips, just to remind the girl and shame her. The girl made a soft choking noise. "Tell me you like dressing up for me in pretty little outfits," Narcissa pressed.
The doll exhaled heavily, and pulled harder against the curse. Eventually, her small voice said, "I like my pretty little outfits, Mistress."
Narcissa couldn't help herself, but she was becoming wet with arousal. She wanted to bend this girl to her will. To win. Winning would be the sweetest thing.
"You're safe with me, girl. You can stay here forever -" A particularly sharp tug, but the curse remained. "You can be my little toy, and I'll dress you up and play with you. You'd like that, right?"
The doll's thighs trembled - this was the perfect time. Narcissa aimed for the doll's pussy, and smacked her hard.
"Ow!"
"Oh, you like it. Don't pretend not to. I know you like this -" She smacked her hard again, and the doll thrashed her hips. "Oh, no. Don't you think you're getting away." Narcissa stood and threw one foot over the doll, then plopped down on her back facing her behind. The doll's knees shook. "Stay up! Don't you dare let your stomach touch the ground." Narcissa held out her hand toward the bureau and Accio'd a toy, and from the open top drawer flew another spanking implement. This one was smaller, with a little leather square at the end meant for swatting.
The doll's legs and elbows struggled to hold Narcissa's weight, but that was part of the fun, and Narcissa continued to sit on the girl's back as she swatted her pussy.
"Aren't you getting wet yet?"
"Oh... please…"
"I said do it. Now!" Swat. "I want to see those pussy lips glistening."
"Mistress… I can't."
"You are under my control, and you will do whatever I tell you to. Now do it! Get wet for me, Mudblood."
Narcissa switched to her arse - one cheek, then the other. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
"Ah!"
"Hold me up… that's it. Arse up. Spread your legs further. I want to see that pussy."
The doll struggled but obeyed, and squealed at each swat until she was screaming.
It seemed she needed some help, so Narcissa put down her toy and roughly inserted two fingers into the Mudblood's cunt, pushing them in and out until the girl's screams turned into hoarse moans. To Narcissa's delight, the Mudblood's pussy started to gleam. When she pulled her fingers out, wetness clung to the girl's twat in a sticky string.
Narcissa grinned. "You filthy, dirty Mudblood. You've gone and wet yourself. Look at you." She turned and thrust the two fingers against the girl's nostrils, playing the tips around her nose. The girl looked like she was about to cry. "Look at it. Smell it."
The Mudblood whimpered pathetically.
"Your pussy likes this. I own you." Narcissa picked up the swatter and this time aimed it for the Mudblood's pussy lips. "You need to be punished. I said glisten, not soak me. Disgusting… Spread those legs. That's right."
Swat. "Bad," swat, "bad," swat, "girl!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Mistress. Please stop."
"Will you ever disobey me again?"
"No, no I won't. Not ever. I promise. I'll be your good little girl. I swear."
Narcissa's heart raced, and she smiled as she stroked the girl's pussy with her hand. She felt the girl's breath hitch.
"That's right. Now, be the good little doll you are and don't let this fall - grip it tight with your pussy." Narcissa turned the blunt end of the swatter toward the doll's cunt and eased the stick in. The doll clenched, and Narcissa felt her resist the toy. "Come on. More. Take more." Slowly, she fit a good portion of the toy up the doll's cunt, and finally hopped off her back.
Narcissa took her time getting herself ready for bed. She undid her hair from its elegant knot; she removed her earrings; she got into her silk night dress. When she looked upon the doll again, she saw it was in the same position, still holding the swatter between its legs.
Narcissa smiled and went to her. She gripped the end of the toy and began to pull it out, and just as the girl began to relax, Narcissa pushed it back in. She chuckled at the girl's squeak of surprise before pulling it out completely.
As she climbed into bed, she looked upon her doll one last time before laying her head against the pillows.
"You may have a blanket tonight, for being so entertaining."
There was a small, wool blanket folded at the end of her bed, and Narcissa threw it down at the Mudblood. It was only when she had closed her eyes that she realized she didn't feel the bond of the Imperius anymore.
In a resentful yet small voice, she heard the Mudblood say, "Thank you, Mistress."