A piece of paper appeared in his hand. It had two words on it:
[Master]
[Slave]
The purchase included a blood quill. Altair held it out to her as he began to speak.
"If you want this to be easy, sign." He said to the blonde MILF.
Narcissa took a quick look at the contract. It didn't look special, just a blank piece of paper that she could sign without any problem. It lacked the hundreds of clauses that the linked contracts had. Lucius would have laughed as soon as he saw it.
'He's not that stupid'. As much as she loved to degrade her nephew, whether it was comparing him to her son or sexually abusing him. She knew he was brilliant. The contract wasn't as simple as she thought.
"Is it some kind of fetish? Master and slave. Do you play this with your little slut girlfriend?" she asked him dismissively. She had to find a way out of there. She tried to remember where she had left her wand. She berated herself for letting herself get so carried away in the sex. 'I never thought that bitch would dare to betray me', Rosmerta was dripping milk from her pussy.
The Malfoys had a reputation to uphold. No one dared to confront them, not even James Potter was that arrogant. At least not since he lost Dumbledore's favor.
Narcissa felt chains bind her wrists and lift them. She ended up with her toes barely touching the floor. Part of her was grateful not to have to support her body with her legs. They were still weak.
"Not as extreme as I plan to play it with you," he said as he grabbed one of her nipples and twisted it. [Increased sensations] increased the pain twice.
Altair was surprised that he didn't lose his temper at her comment. Perhaps because he knew Narcissa would try to push his buttons.
That didn't mean he was happy.
"Puff!" his aunt snorted as she gritted her teeth. "Do you think the pain will make me play along?"
The young man looked at the waitress lying on the bed. She looked asleep, but he didn't want to take any chances. He whispered a Desmaius.
"Do you want your family to live, Narcissa?" Altair asked her coldly. "No. Let me rephrase my question. Do you want the Malfoy family to continue to exist? Do you want Draco to grow old? Do you want Lucius to be able to see his grandchildren? I'm talking about my children with Cassiopeia, of course." Her violet eyes seemed as empty as the gaze of a dementor.
She didn't believe he was capable of killing her family. He was a man without a backbone, without the guts to take a life.
Even so, she couldn't ignore the chill that ran down her spine as she listened to him speak.
She tightened the chains that held her hands, trying to get away from him.
"What do you want from the Malfoys?" she asked, no longer sounding as haughty as before. She couldn't even think about how the wizard in front of her could lay a hand on her family. They had dozens of wizards for their protection, even at Hogwarts, it wasn't easy to hurt a Malfoy. Her baby's broken nose was because he fired the students in charge of protecting him.
Narcissa took it upon herself to teach them a lesson for neglecting their duties.
"You," Narcissa felt her ego being stroked as he named her. "Cassiopeia. Destroy your reputation, take your money, your property, your magic... destroy your identity in the wizarding world. I want you to know every day of your existence that they only go on living thanks to me. I want Lucius Malfoy to lick the sole of my shoe every time I tell him I step in shit." Their faces were centimeters away from touching. Narcissa held her breath as she looked into his eyes. Her heart was pounding.
Too bad for her, her body seemed to find that fear and excitement went hand in hand. She felt disgusted with herself as she listened to the man speak.
It didn't matter. She wouldn't give in so easily.
"The Malfoy family will not fall so easily. Free me and I will give you a suitable reward. Gold, houses, even that bitch Greengrass." She tried to negotiate. Altair knew he had the upper hand.
"I don't plan to free you, auntie. You're going to sign that contract. Or I'll take you to the forbidden forest, and I'll abandon you. Tied up, without a wand, there are miles of terrain... do you think you can get out before the wild animals that live there swallow you? Or before the centaurs find you? I've heard horrible stories about centaurs." Even in the canon it was theorized that Umbitch had been... instructed in the carnal life of the centaurs.
Narcissa loved her family. She knew that Altair needed her to damage the Malfoy house. Her best chance of survival was to accept. She would sabotage the family from within. As long as she was useful, Altair would keep her alive.
However, doing so would mean destroying the legacy of her children. Draco would end up a beggar. And Cassiopeia would end up being Altair's whore. Between the fates of her two children, Narcissa believed that Draco's was the worst.
She would not allow it. She might despise Lucius, but her children were her treasure.
"No. You can take me to the Forbidden Forest. Kill me there, or here. But you will not destroy my family," she said, trembling. She didn't want to die. But she was a mother and would rather suffer than harm her children.
"Do you think I can't destroy the Malfoys without your help, aunt? You think too much of yourself. Your presence would make things more pleasant. But even so. I will destroy the Malfoys. I will kill Lucius. I will kill Draco. Cassiopeia will only live to give birth to Black children. That is an agreement I made with my grandfather. Arcturus." Altair enjoyed watching the blood drain from her face. She seemed completely defeated.
Altair against the Malfoy family. Not even he would have bet on his side, not at that moment when he was a student at Hogwarts.
But with Arcturus's backing.
"Impossible. You're lying!" she threw herself at him, making the chains creak. "He's been in seclusion for decades. We only know he's alive because there is no new Lord Black." She shouted at him, her eyes seeming deranged.
"But... he contacted me," he searched through his school robe, which was lying on a chair in the room. "Look. Right here." He took out a letter and showed it to her.
On it was a peculiar image. A heraldic shield, red and white, divided by a black V-shaped stripe. The red part was the upper part and showed the arm of a wizard holding a wand. There were golden stars. The lower part was white and contained three black crows. Gold details adorned the periphery. At the top was a skull. And at the bottom was the inscription Toujours pur.
"No," she whispered. "No, no, no. NO!" She started crying. She tried to put her hands to her head. Probably if she hadn't been chained up, she would have been tearing her hair out by now.
Altair found it more satisfying to see her squirm and whine than to fuck her. Not even coming inside her gave him so much pleasure.
"The Malfoy family is going to disappear," he told her, taking her cheek. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "You decide if your husband and son will disappear with it." He began to kiss the lower edge of her eyelids. He moistened his lips with her tears just to lick them afterwards. 'They taste of despair,' he thought as he smiled.
"Please," she begged. Her eyes no longer tried to find his. "I'll give you half of what belongs to the Malfoys. Daphne Greengrass and your sister will be released from their marriage to Draco. I will commit Cassiopeia to you, as long as you sign a contract promising to let her be free. Even I will be at your disposal, you can fuck me whenever you want, just like you did today. I will endure the worst humiliations. Please... Don't destroy the legacy of my children."
"Everything you are promising me, I can obtain it in my own," he refused her request. A wave of his wand made her fall to her knees.
Altair looked at her. Broken and motionless.
"I...il...us," she began to say, her face looking at Altair's feet.
"What?"
"I will kill Lucius," she told him, their eyes meeting.
"Again. I can do that on my own." She began to sob silently. Altair invoked the contract and the blood pen. He dropped them at her feet. "Draco and Lucius will live? Yes or no? What will you decide, aunt?"
With trembling hands, she took the pen and signed the contract. The burning on the back of her hand was not comparable to the pain she felt in betraying her family. In betraying her children.
As soon as she finished signing the contract, her body felt more...restricted. Like if the chains that had previously held her wrists were now holding her whole body.
"Is it done?" she asked meekly.
"It seems so," he said, looking at her condition.
[Members of the Coven]
By Hierarchy
Lavender Brown (+)
-Affection: 100
Luna Lovegood (+)
-Affection: 95
Harley Lilian Potter (+)
-Affection: 99
[Slaves]
Narcissa Malfoy nee Black
-Affection: -99
Obedience: 25 (+100 for slavery contract).
[Others]
-Madame Rosmerta
-Padma Patil
[Specify relationship with host for see affection statistics]
Not even Harley was considered a slave by the system. It doesn't matter how much she enjoyed being treated like one. Not even Altair considered her a slave, she was one of his most beloved people.
In the three months since Christmas, he had not confirmed his relationship with Padma. The girl seemed to enjoy sex and seemed interested in it. But he didn't know if she would want to join a coven. Rosmerta. Altair thought she deserved to be part of it. He would consult her later.
"What... What is it that you want me to do?" Narcissa asked him. Saying those words make her throat boil as if she were spitting lava.
"That's a very good question, Cissy. You are now my property, did you know that?" he teased her. I enjoy watching her grit her teeth and see a vein bulge in her temple.
"I know, Altair." She replied, seemingly determined to play along.
"You know, but... do you understand?" she looked at him confused. "Stop breathing," he ordered.
She looked at him confused, a few seconds later she put her hands to her throat as she looked at him in horror.
"Okay, okay, you can breathe," she took a deep breath as she looked at him with fear evident in her eyes.
"That contract..." she didn't know of any similar contract. Even unbreakable oaths didn't achieve that. She didn't even realize the moment when her body obeyed his order. 'He could order me to do whatever he wanted. I wouldn't be able to resist', she thought. The idea of Altair ordering her to kill her children came to her and wouldn't go away for a long time. "What did I do?"
"You sold your soul to the devil. Well, selling is too strong a word... it was more like giving away." He patted her on the head, trying to comfort her.
"Will you keep your promise?" she asked him.
"Maybe... maybe not. It will depend on my mood. Do you want to see something, auntie?" he held out the supposed letter with the Black crest. Narcissa looked at it. The crest was almost perfect.
Almost.
"What?", she didn't believe her eyes.
"I've never spoken to Arcturus Black," he said, her already damaged mind deteriorating further.
"You lying bastard!" she lunged at him.
"Stay where you are." Altair walked over and sat down on a sofa. "Come. slowly"
"You fucking bastard, may all the gods curse you," without Arcturus Black she would not have signed that slavery contract. She continued to curse him but her body moved according to her nephew's orders.
"Do you like to scream? Scream louder!"
And so she did. She obeyed his order religiously, even with pleasure. While he simply looked at her, smiling. She screamed for a few minutes until her throat started to hurt. She began to suffer, but she couldn't stop shouting, even if her body asked for a break.
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" she continued to shout, although it wasn't insults any more.
"Merlin. Stop," he said. "On your knees," she obeyed. "Take my feet and lick them. They're full of the juices of your cunt. Or Rosie's. It doesn't matter, clean them." She made a disgusted face as she stuck out her tongue and began to lick between his toes.