"Narcissa," the woman's tongue danced between Altair's toes. Her face was one of disgust as she carried out his order. "Tell me what you feel. You are forbidden to lie."
"I feel hate, you damned piece of garbage. I wish you were dead", she stopped cleaning to answer him. Her words were poisoned.
Altair ordered her aunt to continue cleaning his feet with her tongue. She looked like she was about to have an aneurysm when her tongue began to lick the man's heels.
For him there was no pleasure in this action, it was even a little uncomfortable to feel her wet tongue on his feet.
The absolute joy was in looking at the bitch's face as she sucked.
Altair took out his cell phone and started recording her. She wanted to protest but her tongue could not detach from Altair's skin. Small tears began to form in her eyes.
"Are you going to cry?" Altair had his hand on his chin as he looked at her. "I'll let you choose..." he began to tap his chin as he thought. "Continue licking my feet or swallow my semen on the floor," the eyes of the pure-blood beauty stared at his face with disgust. If she could shoot a bombarda from her eyes, Altair's head would be puree at that moment.
She looked at his feet and the floor. His feet seemed almost clean, on the floor, she would have to start again.
"I will continue to clean your feet," she whispered apologetically. She couldn't even decide to remain silent. Those were not the orders she had received.
"Good slave," he replied, smiling. "Look at me wrong and I'll make you clean the whole room with that tongue of yours," he said. She closed her eyes tightly. She knew that just by looking at his face she couldn't contain her anger. She continued working in silence. Altair was starting to get bored. "Slave. Answer me this: If I ordered you to kill one of your children in exchange for the other living. Who would you choose? Who lives and who dies?"
The effect of the contract seemed to make her spill the beans as if she had swallowed veritaserum.
"Draco dies. Cassiopeia lives." She replied. She seemed surprised at her answer.
"Why?" Altair was also astonished. She always seemed to have a soft spot for Draco.
"Draco deserves a life of kings. The best coven in the world. All the gold in the world. All the power of the Malfoy and Black family should belong to him. I don't want him to live in a world where he can't have it all. Cassiopeia can manage to be your lover, she can enjoy it." She replied, tears of sadness falling.
"That's sad," Altair replied. Before bursting out laughing. "What would Draco think if I sent him this video?" she simply bowed her head.
"Don't do it, please" she pleaded.
"Don't do it," he mimicked her. "You said Cassiopeia would enjoy it... did you enjoy it?" This time she seemed more reluctant to answer. She gritted her teeth tightly as she looked him in the eye.
"I loved it. I hated it... a little," she replied. Her will could not be imposed on the contract. She could not deny his commands.
Altair was a little concerned. He thought the contract would eliminate her ability to resist completely. But it seemed to only do so ninety-nine point nine percent of the time.
"You're more ashamed to say you loved how I fucked you than to say you'd kill Draco."
"Yes," her whisper was barely audible.
"Speak up, bitch."
"Yes!" she screamed this time.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I'm more ashamed to admit that I loved the way you fucked me than to talk about killing my son."
He nodded, satisfied.
"Lie on your back on the bed, let your head hang," he ordered.
She moved quickly, her mind already knowing what was coming. 'He's going to use me again'. She thought and cursed as her pussy seemed to prepare in anticipation. She was excited, even with all she had suffered at his hands, her body wanted him.
Altair looked at his aunt. Her eyes seemed sad, angry, and excited.
"Am I going to get you pregnant, what do you think?" He wouldn't. He wouldn't give her the privilege of carrying her first child.
"NO!" she screamed in horror. A child would destroy everything. Although, on second thought, everything was already destroyed.
"Then no. Open your mouth," he threw a tergeo into her open mouth.
Narcissa felt her oral cavity dry up. Tergeo was a spell that absorbed the target's fluids.
"Ahhh! Without saliva it won't feel so good, and it will hurt you" Altair gave an exaggerated sigh as if he hadn't thought about this situation as soon as he cast the spell. "I like you to decide. After I take away your free will, I think you deserve to be able to decide." He told her as if he were doing her a favor. "Do you want me to fuck your dry throat or will you use the semen on the floor to lubricate it? If you choose the second choice, you have one minute before you have to return to your current position," Narcissa threw herself to the ground. Her hands gathered the still-fresh semen and threw it into her mouth. He recorded the whole process. She seemed desperate to collect the spilled sperm. She returned to her position. "How do you feel?" he asked curiously.
"Hoggible," she replied with difficulty. She needed to keep the semen in her mouth. Swallowing it would not lubricate it as effectively.
"I love hearing that," Altair slapped her pussy. The little jump she made made her eyes light up. "I'm going to fuck your throat. You don't have to keep your mouth open, you can even bite my dick if you want," she looked at him confused. "But... for every time your teeth touch my dick, you're going to cast a crucio on Draco for thirty seconds. I don't care if he ends up going crazy. Do you understand?"
"You agge a monstegg".
"And I learned from you, dear aunt," he replied. "Oh, I almost forgot. Hold the cell phone," he handed her the w-Phone, still recording. "Not like that. I want you to be seen from your best angle." The image on the screen was from behind Altair's legs, her eyes would be visible as Altair's waist moved. Narcissa felt humiliated having to record herself being face fucked.
She opened her mouth. Her teeth hidden as much as possible, she didn't want to cause trouble for her poor dragon.
Altair entered his aunt's throat. It was tighter than her pussy and ass. It would probably be the place where his cock would go when he was with her. The semen she collected served as a lubricant, although it wasn't as good.
"Madame Pomfrey's throat felt better," he said boredly. Even in this situation, he wanted to take every opportunity to hurt her ego. He felt some rigid protuberances tighten around the outline of his cock.
Zas!
He slapped her pussy while he spoke "thirty seconds". She immediately pulled her teeth back in.
Altair wasn't gentle, his hips began to move at a dizzying pace. He used Narcissa's breasts for support. He didn't care that she would scream into his cock every time he pulled them too hard. Instead, he took advantage of that to get more satisfaction.
He looked at her pussy, it still had traces of semen. And it was still getting wet. 'The whore enjoys this.' He didn't know if it was good or bad.
Narcissa wrinkled her face every time Altair's balls hit her nose. Her throat was being widened by her nephew. Every time the boy pulled on her tits she felt a twinge of pain that made her want to clench her teeth. 'This is for Draco', she thought as she looked at her reflection in the cell phone.
Only her eyes were visible. She had never seen them like that before. They seemed bored and distant. However, they were full of tears. She felt her mouth start to salivate and moisten after her bastard of a nephew had taken everything away.
'Please finish quickly,' she was aware of how her pussy became wetter and wetter with each thrust.
She began to use her tongue to caress the cock in her mouth. She moved furiously, seeking to cover every possible corner of the dick.
Narcissa heard her nephew's laughter and felt nauseous.
He took his cock out, letting her breathe.
"Did you start to enjoy it?" she heard him ask.
"Yes," she heard herself answer, even she was surprised by her answer.
He placed his cock on her lips while she opened her mouth and let him in. Soon she felt something intrude her pussy. Altair slid his whole hand inside.
Narcissa arched her back as she enjoyed her nephew's caresses.
"Sixty seconds," she heard him say. 'It's not fair. It was his fault, not mine' the movement had caused her teeth to brush against her nephew's cock.
She felt Altair's free hand take her by the neck. The boy probably felt it distorting, enlarging each time his cock passed.
She began to feel her mind weigh down as she was treated like a toy. She could barely feel her nephew increasing the rhythm of his thrusts. Every time his cock slid down her throat saliva would come out of her mouth. She had to blow air forcefully through her nose so that it wouldn't fill up with her saliva.
The already scarce oxygen began to run out. Narcissa began to watch her own eyes blur on the screen recording her.
It was only her pride that prevented her from sliding her hand to her pussy. She had an overwhelming desire to squeeze her clitoris hard.
She couldn't give him any more satisfaction.
'Shit,' she thought, feeling her cock swell as Altair came down her throat. 'We're done,' she thought as he withdrew the cock from her throat.
She had to close her eyes as the semen came out of her mouth, falling on her own face. She coughed a couple of times. She tried to use her free hand to wipe her face, but she couldn't, something was stopping her. She tried to release the cell phone but her fingers wouldn't move. She had no choice but to puff out her cheeks to try to get the semen off her face.
"What a beautiful view," her fucking nephew's voice made her feel even more miserable. "I'm done. You will leave the semen on your face until it dries. Then you will return to Malfoy Manor. So, unless you want trouble, make sure he doesn't see you." Narcissa wasn't that terrified by the idea. Lucius probably didn't even know what dried semen looked like. He always seemed disgusted when they finished procreating. 'Fucking sissy', in her mind someone wished he was more like Altair.
There was something else of greater concern on her mind.
"Aren't you going to fuck me?" her pussy was on fire. Listening to the movement of her nephew's clothes as he got dressed, disappointed her more than she wanted to show.
"You sound sad," the boy teased her. "No. I'm not going to fuck you, unlike what you think, your loose pussy is not that good. I'd rather take a tight virgin pussy back to the castle." Narcissa gritted her teeth. It wasn't nice to be cast aside, not even by a fucking idiot like her nephew. "Do you want me to fuck you, Cissy?" he asked mockingly.
"Yes," she cursed the creator of that contract.
"You've barely tasted my cock and you don't want to let go of it anymore?" Altair asked her.
"It's not the first time I tasted it," she confessed.
Altair remained silent as he processed what his aunt said.
"What? Explain yourself," he asked. His hand snatched the cell phone from his aunt's still outstretched hand and turned it off.
"I used to fuck you when you lived at Malfoy Manor," her face flushed as she confessed. "First time was on Draco's seventeenth birthday. I had planned to undress you and order the house elves to throw you into the crowded living room. My dragon would have laughed at that. Along with all the guests. At last the madness of his mother has shown itself, the headlines would have said. But when I saw you naked, I couldn't help thinking what it would be like to have a good cock to use. Lucius is tiny, like most wizards. And I would never touch a Muggle. I never thought a bastard like you could have that. I even thought that I could finally feel my pussy fulled. Your cock was huge, but even that didn't completely satisfy me. But watching you writhe and beg for me to stop made me come just from observing your suffering. Every day I did it, I thought about leaving your memories intact. I wish I could see how you would look at me in the corridors. I never let you come, you're not worthy of cumming because of me." She ended up scared. She couldn't stop her mouth no matter how hard she tried.
"You will return to Malfoy Manor. You will take all the sex toys you have and send them to your daughter with a note that says, 'You will need them soon.' I will take my time to turn her into an obedient bitch. In a few days or weeks you will receive a letter from me. In that letter you will read the words 'It's time, slut'. You will kill Lucius. You will call your children home for his funeral. And you will torture and mutilate Draco, and, as you did for me, you will erase his memories. When he returns to Hogwarts, he will have two fewer limbs. You can choose which ones" Altair took a deep breath, Narcissa felt tears welling up in her eyes. She didn't know how she would be capable of such a thing. Hurting her baby.
Altair spent the next few minutes giving her further instructions. Such as forbidding her to talk about him. To harm him or anyone related to him, either indirectly or directly, to send a daily report of her activities and all the rubbish and dirty dealings she could find about the Malfoys. He also forbade her to do anything that gave her pleasure if he is not watching. When he had finished, he asked her one last question.
"Was my sister, Lyra, ever sexually abused?"
"Never," she replied. This time with joy. "We even arrested a friend of Lucius who tried to do it when she was three."
"Who?"
"Amycus Carrow. He has two daughters at Hogwarts."
"I'll take care of him," Narcissa let out a sigh when she heard him leave the room. She remained in the same position for several minutes, lying on her back on the bed, her head hanging over the edge. She move her head when Altair's cum was about to enter her eyes.
"I fucked up," she said. It was her fault that Draco had that future waiting for him.
"He fucked us both," she heard the voice of the traitorous bitch at her side. She wanted to throw herself on her and kill her, but Altair ordered her not to. He ordered her to treat her like someone of a higher class than her.
"I have to go, please excuse me," only then did she realize that she could move. She opened her eyes carefully, preventing more semen from entering her eyes. She wouldn't be able to clean them if it fell in them.
"Don't you want to play anymore?" she heard her ask.
'Bitch.'
"I'm not available at the moment. My owner has other commands for me."
Narcissa hated the laughter of the whore waitress as she dressed.