Gypsy

Chapter Twenty Four

Despite my best intentions, I had fallen asleep. I realized this only when I felt something tighten over my wrists. Immediately my eyes opened and looked down, my wrists were tied to the arm chairs. I knew several hours must have past, the fire was dwindling down and no light came through the curtains. The room was almost pitch black, the fire offering the only source of light.
“We leave you alone for a few hours, and you destroy half of the room.” Abraxas spoke from somewhere to the left of me, I couldn’t see him. I didn’t even notice Riddle standing next to the fireplace until he reached down and placed another log of wood in it, the flames greedily climbed it, lighting up the room a bit more. Riddle’s eyes were back to red, or was that the flames reflecting off of them, I couldn’t tell.
Stubbornly, I didn’t speak. I did however being pulling my wrists around, trying to find a weakness in the surprisingly Muggle method of entrapment. A noise of frustration left Malfoy, and he appeared in front of me, blocking the fire from my gaze. He waved his hands over my wrists, something soft appeared between the ropes and my skin, stopping me from hurting them further. “Stop Antoinette.” He sounded desperate. Refusing to look at him, I instead kicked out with my leg. Landing a very solid kick to a very sensitive place. He toppled to the side, a pained whine leaving his throat. Clearly I should have kicked harder, because he slowly hopped up a few seconds later.
“When did you allow your animal side to take over?” Groaning he rubbed his crotch, I looked away in disgust. Before I could kick him again, he conjured some more rope and bound my legs to the chair. Snarling, I tried to bite him, missing by millimetres. He moved back in shock, muttering a curse.
Riddle remained silent, watching our exchange with narrowed eyes.
“It would appear allowing you to destroy those clothes, my soap and having a nap did nothing to improve her behaviour.” Malfoy was looking at me, talking about me, but speaking to Riddle. Bastard.
“I feel we can allow her some liberty. It appears that Wallburga was not entirely careful when nursing our Mudblood.”
Malfoy looked confused at his Lord’s words. “What are you talking about?”
A gargled laugh left my throat. “Oh, he is referring to the fact that while you were off fucking her French cousin. Wallburga was allowing me to lay there, unfed and unwashed for days at a time.” I tilted my head at Malfoys horrified face, “I know what it feels like to starve for days at a time... Do you?”
Riddle snarled, unable to keep up the calm Minister facade. “Enough. She has been dealt with.”
I didn’t doubt what he meant, he had killed her. The old me showed for a moment and a great wave of guilt overcame me, but it left quickly. I didn’t have the luxury of feeling sorry for those who harmed me.
Malfoy looked gobsmacked, before I could blink he had thrown himself at Riddle’s feet. “Forgive me My Lord. I failed you.”
Riddle, apparently now used to people begging for forgiveness, simply laid a hand on Malfoy’s head. The blonds shoulders relaxed and he gripped Riddles hand, kissing the ring that adorned it.
Disgusted, I turned away.
Observing this, Riddle motioned towards me. “It is not only my forgiveness you require.”
Nodding his head, Malfoy moved towards me and fell to his knees in front of me. He bowed his head. Shocked I could only watch as he drew out his wand and laid it on the ground. “Forgive me Antoinette Zima, last of the Nymphs. I, Abraxas Malfoy, of the great house of Malfoy, offer my sincerest apologises for your treatment at the hands of Wallburga Black.”
Dead silence. Such a formal apology was unheard of, especially from a Malfoy to a Mudblood. I didn’t say anything. Shock kept me silent.
“As Minister of Magic, I accept your apology on behalf of the Mudblood Antoinette Zima.” Typical Riddle, using his positon of power for evil.
Malfoy rose. His face was blank, as if nothing had happened and all was literally forgiven.
“Now,” Riddle moved away from the fireplace. “I believe you owe us an apology for your behaviour Mudblood.”
My shock was suddenly gone. “Stop calling me that slur.” I spat out, “you and your fucking army of slaves can go suck a fat---” My voice was cut off. Riddle had silenced me before I could finish my truly original sentence.
“What happened to her?” Malfoy was obviously referring to my attitude.
Sighing, Riddle ran a hand through his hair. A painful reminder of the slightly less evil person he used to be. “Her coma, was apparently very much not like we were told. Instead of being brain-dead, she was basically trapped in her mind. Able to sense everything.”
Malfoy paled. “You mean—”
“She knew when we touched anybody else, in any way. She was aware of when we visited and it appears suffered quite a lot of pain from our escapades.”
If Malfoy got any paler, he’d be a literal sheet. “Did she feel it when you—”
“Split my soul? No idea, I would assume so. She can probably sense something is different.”
Holy shit. He did what?! 
Riddle shrugged, “No matter. All we need to do is make sure she stays safe, undamaged by fire, and in this room.”
I was started to get pissed off with not being able to speak. Reminded me too much of my time asleep. Before they could stop me, I shoved the arm chair backwards and onto the floor. Snapping the arms off it entirely. My hands were mostly free, but before I could think about attempting to fix my legs, my whole body went stiff as a board. Malfoy’s face appeared, looking down at me. He looked to be holding in a smile.
“She may be more annoying, but I have to say, I rather like this new fire.” Grabbing his wand, he waved it over the ropes and they vanished. He gently picked me up and moved my stiff body over to the bed. I felt when Riddle removed the spell. Snarling like a dog, I bucked in Malfoys arms and attacked any part of him I could reach. Chuckling, like I was a mere annoyance, he pinned my arms to the side and placed me on the bed. “Little help Tom?”
Riddle chuckled, “I believe you said you enjoyed the new fire?”
Laughing under his breath, Malfoy slammed my hands above my head and muttered under his breath. More ropes shot from the headboard and secured my hands. Practically screaming on the inside, my legs furiously kicked up, trying to do damage. Another quick spell and I was completely helpless. Not only had he tied me to the bed. But he had totally blocked out my sight, a black scarf covered my eyes.
“Why the scarf?” questioned Riddle, not sounding at all bothered by what was happening.
Malfoy sighed, a single finger ran down my cheek before I could move my face. “Her eyes have always been so expressive, it’s hard for me to see them so filled with hatred.”
A confirmative noise came from Riddle.
“What now My Lord?” Malfoy was practically leaning over me, I could smell the slight hint of whisky and peppermint on his breath.
“We go to sleep.” I had assumed they would leave me alone now. Go back to their beds with their flavour of the day and leave me in peace. Instead, I heard clothes rustling. Oh hell no. Newly invigorated with fury, I bucked myself around on the bed as best I could. Now I understood why it was so big, it was made with three people in mind. Two of whom are large males. Malfoy snorted out a laugh. “I don’t think she appreciates all the effort we put into this room.”
I could hear clothing hitting the floor. “Probably still hurt we weren’t faithful to her when she was in a coma. Nymphs are very possessive.” Two hands gently lifted under my shoulders and thighs and moved me into the centre of the bed. The rope magically allowing for them to move me. Midway through being shifted, I thrust my hips up and somehow got out of the grip. My victory was short lived. All the rope allowed me to do was flip over onto my belly, then it tightened again. My arms strained almost painfully, crossed over one another with my head pressed into the pillow below.
Riddle laughed, actually laughed at me. “Interesting choice of position Antoinette.” Emphasizing the use of my name
My top was bunched up uncomfortably around my breasts, I suddenly became very aware of my lack of bra. This was solved when Riddle muttered a few words, and my safe clothing choice suddenly became a pair of sleeping shorts and a loose shirt.
“God, Wallburga really didn’t feed you.” A hand ran down my leg. Where once they were plump and comfortable, now they were a mere shadow of themselves. Weight settled on the bed either side of me. I couldn’t even protest this, it was impossible to move. At least I didn’t have to see them.
“Are you comfortable little Nymph?” I felt the spell lift from my throat and I let loose.
“I hope you both rot in hell, you—“ this time, a handkerchief tied itself around my mouth and head. Limiting me to gruttle noises.
Something settled over my body, one of them had pulled the comforter up and over me. Another person gently gathered my hair together, and began running their fingers through the tangles. My body shook with unused adrenalin, much like I imagined a deer would feel being cornered by Wolves.
“We are truly sorry Antoinette, we had no idea you were still aware.” My breath came out slightly less laboured as they spoke. I was exhausted. One would think that six years of sleep would count for never having to sleep again, apparently not.
The fingers running through my hair began to relax me. Without realizing, my fists un-clenched and I turned my face out of the pillow. 
One of them, Riddle I assumed, ran his hand up and down my bound arms. This was hardly the first time they had tied me up. Clearly one, or both of them, had a fetish.
Carefully, Malfoy secured my hair in a tail at the back of my head. Two pairs of hands now ran up and down my arms, despite my hatred of them I felt something stir deep inside of me. A small fire almost. Gently, the hands rolled me onto my back, my legs releasing and resecuring with them. The hands now fluttered from my hands down to my armpits. Malfoy noticed the hair and let out a chuckle. I was about to growl in anger, who are they to judge me for something I had no say in? When I felt a cool sensation and realized they and vanished the hair on my arms, I could tell the hair on my legs was gone too, and most of the hair in another place. Grunting out an objection, Malfoy shushed me and ran his hand down my side.
“Don’t worry little Nymph, we won’t take full advantage of your helplessness.”
Riddle added, “Just a little bit.”
I now knew Riddle was to the left of me, Malfoy to the right. So I knew immediately who’s hand closed over my breast. Sucking in a breath, and mumbling out a string of unknown words, I tried to ignore the sensation. But my nature had other ideas. I could feel my gums tingling. God it stung. Finally they broke through, and sliced the gag into pieces. Without my control, my teeth snapped towards the men holding me down. The hand on my breast got tighter, my head and eyes rolled backwards at the sensation. I tried to reason with myself. Six years without touching, even in a kind way, was enough to make anybody go insane. Riddle and Malfoy obviously realized this, and took full advantage.
Another slightly softer hand, Malfoy, gripped my other breast and began circling my nipple through my top.
“p—please” my breath shuttered. White hot sensations overcoming my sense.
Riddle chuckled. I couldn’t see him, but I felt him move closer. “Please what?” He vanished my top, and all I could feel was warm skin on mine. “Please stop?” his finger twisted my nipple, a quick jolt of pain caused my body to jump. “Please be gentler.” A rustle of movement and a mouth kissed away the sting, followed by a swipe of his tongue.
“I—I don’t k—now.” I cursed myself, hated myself. Tears soaked the scarf wrapped around my eyes. Malfoy noticed and gently removed it. Taking my face in his hands, he gently shushed me and kissed both my closed eyes.
“Just forgive us. Let us show you how good it can be between us.”
Lips shaking, and struggling to fight the urge to attempt to flee or stay and bite them. I simply nodded, hanging my head in shame at my weakness. I was too sad, too alone. I would recover my strength, fight them later. Either way, I doubt I truly had a choice in this. Considering my nature, and theirs.
Malfoy continued kissing my face, soft butterfly touches that missed my mouth and fangs, and carried on until he reached the opposite breast to Riddle. Before I could blink, they both drew a nipple into their mouths and began sucking. Groaning out a curse, my hips lifted from the bounds and moved around. Two hands, either side of my hips, pinned my body to the bed.
Muttering out a, “good Mudblood.” Riddle released my nipple and moved up until I could see his eyes. They were a deep red, internally I shuddered in instinctual fear. Then his hand shifted from my hip, trailing down my stomach and settling just above the waistband of my shorts. He toyed with the material, while Malfoy continued sucking on me and whispering loving words. His hand held me in place, while his Master slipped his hand underneath my shorts. My eyes, reflecting fear and lust stared into Riddles. I felt when his finger discovered my wetness, and saw a flash of pure desire in his eyes. Lightly he traced me, almost like he was familiarizing himself. His fingers gently combed through the short curls that were left there after the spell. It was like we all held our breath, until he decided to carefully move his finger into me. Once that happened, my back bowed and a strangled noise left my throat. Both men growled and began an onslaught of sensation. Malfoy’s mouth became rough, and the creature in me revelled in it, practically begging for more inside of my head. Riddle gripped my hair, to stop my teeth from reaching him, and began twirling his finger around. A lack of sexual education at Hogwarts, meant I had no idea what he was touching, all I knew was my belly felt tight and my legs began shaking. Strangled noises left my throat, a mixture of begging for more and less. Riddle gently shushed me, he leaned down and placed his mouth on mine. The second our mouths touched, his finger slipped easily into me. Immediately I tried to bite him, desperate for the power I could feel brewing around us. Snarling, he moved his mouth away, yanked my head back more by my hair and instead bit me on my bottom lip. Satisfied with his dominance, my teeth seemed to retract by his command. Until they were tiny little fangs. As a reward, he began moving his finger in and out. My body tried to grip him, keep his finger in me. Groaning he added a second one and my whole body jolted with the small twinge of pain. Shushing my confused words, he pushed his fingers in deeper. Malfoy had stopped sucking on me, and was watching Riddles, hand. Obviously frustrated with his lack of view, due to my shorts, he vanished them. Riddle stopped his movements and motioned for Malfoy to do something. I whined when he moved my bound legs so they were bent and further apart. He gently moved me higher up the bed so I was able to see what Riddle was doing.
“Do you understand now, Antoinette?” Malfoy whispered in my ear, as we both watched as Riddle’s fingers went deeper before retreating. “Hate us if you want to.” They went back in again and where blocked by something, my pleasure interrupted again by a slight sharp pain. “But you are ours.” Before I could suck in a breath, Riddle pushed his fingers all the way inside of me. I felt something give way, and howled in pain. “Shhhh, little Nymph, it’s done.” This time when Riddles fingers came out I could see blood on them. Confused and overwhelmed, I began crying. Malfoy turned my face to his, deep blue eyes stared at me. “Don’t ever doubt though. We are yours too.”
Gently, Riddle continued moving his fingers. It stung now, and I shifted in discomfort. Seeing this, Malfoy reached down and began running his finger over the same place Riddle had before. Slowly the pain ebbed, and that tight feeling came back.
“She’s getting tighter.” Commented Riddle, eyes glued to his fingers. Malfoy quickened his pace to match Riddle. Soon I was twisting my hips, breath breaking and I tried to reach something... anything. Then Riddle somehow added another finger. And I broke. Crying out, a great wave of heat overcame me and burst. Both men muttered praises as I shuddered and twitched, until finally it stopped and I sunk down onto the mattress, totally depleted.
Everything was fuzzy. I felt somebody release me from my bonds, and softly the fingers inside of me were removed. My instincts knew what was happening before I did. Teeth elongated at the smell of blood, I opened my eyes and a bloodied Malfoy wrist was held up to my mouth. Gently I bit down, the body next to me shuddered in pleasure and hissed out a curse. Vaguely I noted that he was naked, and his hand was touching something beyond my range of sight. I was too tired to care, and hungry, I simply drank. The arm was removed from my mouth far sooner than I would have liked. Malfoy smashed his mouth to mine and began shaking, a wetness landed on my stomach and even I knew what that was. As tired as I felt, I didn’t care. Malfoy flopped off to the side of me, still shaking and muttering words under his breath. Lazily I looked at Riddle, he was now standing next to the bed. As I watched he bought his fingers, the ones that had been in me, up to his mouth and muttered something under his breath. The blood and liquid lit up and seemed to absorb into his skin. Apparently now satisfied with what he had done. Riddle moved back to the bed. Gently he pushed Malfoy more out of the way, he seemed to have recovered a bit and was watching us. I knew what he wanted. So did my instincts. My teeth itched and grew into even sharper points. Smirking, he lowered himself down onto me. Like he had done the first time I took his blood. And lowered his chest so I could see exactly where I had bitten him last time, it had left quite a distinct scar. Without even thinking, I lined up my mouth and bit down. Like before, he shuddered and sunk down onto me. Slowly I drew out the blood. Savouring the strong, impossibly strong, magic. The effect his magic had on me, was almost instantaneous. Legs that felt weak from hunger before, quickly filled out. My ribs showing quickly gained a layer of fat over them and my hollow stomach became full. Feeling stronger, I reached up and gripped his shoulders, nails sinking in to hold him in place. Hissing, Riddle began moving his hips against me. Groaning I bit down harder. This was apparently too much for Riddle as before he could yank my head back, he too shuddered against me and more wetness hit my stomach. His weight collapsed a bit onto me, and I was forced to release him. My fangs quickly retracted and he fell to the other side of me. Eye closed, I focused on what it felt like to be strong, or strongish, again. Gently a cloth was wiped over my stomach, cleaning up what I knew wasn’t water.
I contemplated running, at this moment I was probably the strongest. I might even be able to kill them. As if reading my mind, Riddle waved a hand and my arms were bound again.
Smiling lazily, he ran a hand down my arm again. “Don’t bother trying to harm us, physically you can’t anymore.” Seeing my confusion he elaborated. Holding up his hand, he reminded me of that little spell he said that made the blood on his fingers disappear. “Medieval enchantment. Used by husbands who’s new brides, unwilling brides, tried to harm them. Virgin blood, enhanced with the pure magic in a Witches first orgasm, means that physically, you can’t harm us.”
Stunned I looked back at Malfoy, who nodded in confirmation. Closing my eyes, a sense of defeat flooded over me. Malfoy moved closer to me on the bed, drawing up the blanket and settled his arm around my waist.
“Don’t worry, little Nymph. You might find you like the men we have become.”
I snorted, very un-ladylike and totally warranted.
Chuckling Riddle pulled my hair out from under me, marvelling at it’s length for a moment, he wound some of it around his fist and laid down. Ever the possessive bastard.
“You seemed to enjoy that. Just think of what else we can make you feel.” I cursed him in my head when my body twitched at the idea. “Now, get some sleep. Apparently Dumbledore told the Ministry that I took you directly to Malfoy manor, instead of the labs at the Ministry as I am supposed to.” Dumbledore tried to get me put in a lab? “Apparently if he can’t use your powers then nobody gets to. But don’t worry, little Nymph, I will hardly allow our mate to go to those barbaric so-called healers.” He sighed, “But you will have to accompany me to the Ministry tomorrow. Just a few tests apparently.” No... no doctors doing tests. I had seen enough of what people could do to other people in so called ‘labs’ to last me a lifetime. Riddle sensed my terror, shushing me gently and moving closer. “I won’t let them hurt you. Now sleep.” He ran his hand down my face, and for some reason I couldn’t resist the urge to listen. Yes sleep, plan tomorrow, rest tonight.