Beg for me

DISCLAIMER:

This story is extremely dark and extremely edgy. It's a one-shot PWP bordering on rape. If you have a problem with this, DO NOT read it. Let me also point out that While we may think Severus Snape is the sexiest man alive, JK Rowling wrote him to be nasty and mean and can't for the life of her understand why we think he's so wonderful. In fact, in one interview JK Rowling said she would never want to be alone in a dark alley with him.

With that said, I think he's sexier the darker he is. I don't like the fruitiness that some people write into his character because that's not indicative of JK Rowling's description of him.

So just recognize that this story will unnerve you if you are faint of heart.

As always, the characters belong to JK Rowling.

Now, on with the dirty badness.


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It was late that night, far past curfew, when Hermione Granger
walked down the chilled halls of the castle. She’d been given
a detention that day for helping Neville in potions. She new better
but couldn’t stand to watch him suffer the inhumanities of their ex-death
eater professor. Evil old bat she thought.

She stopped abruptly, realizing she’d arrived at his classroom. Too lost
in her thoughts to notice, she almost walked head first into the heavy
wooden door. Get a grip on yourself, she thought. But she was, admittedly,
apprehensive. What could she possibly be doing to serve her detention at
this late hour? She resolved herself to appear confident and assured, though
inwardly, she had the impending feeling he was going to torture her and bury
her body in the forbidden forest.

Gathering her strength she reached up and knocked on the cold door.

“Enter,” he said.

She pushed the door open to find him sitting behind his large desk, grading papers
and looking as irritated and insufferable as ever.

She had stood there, fixated and terrified for a brief moment, before jumping at the
sound of his voice. “If you plan on serving detention in that doorway, I regret to tell
you it won’t suffice. Now close the door and walk towards me.”

“Yes Professor Snape” she replied.

She walked cautiously towards her dark professor, noticing that with each step she took,
he did not remove his steel eyes from her. “Miss Granger. You have been under my
tutelage for nearly the entire duration of your academic stay at this school. Well you
should know by now that I expect cooperation. So why do you continue to disobey
me and complete Mr. Longbottom’s assignments for him?”

She swallowed hard, recognizing his ill-tempered mood. “I’m sorry Professor.
It’s just, don’t you think you’re a bit hard on Neville?”

“How dare you judge my teaching methods you insolent girl. Once again, your now-it-all
manner has managed to irritate me.” His eyes squinted at her, turning themselves into
angry slits on either side of his nose.

“I’m sorry Sir. I did not mean to offend you,” she said. Maybe if I just suck-up to him,
he’ll let me out of here before disemboweling me, she thought.

She stood perfectly still, waiting for his next seering comment. But it did not come.
Instead, she watched him stand slowly, brush the front of his robes with his hand, and
walk towards her as menacingly as he could.

“You are an overly-confident no-it-all Miss Granger. As such, I have designed a special
detention tonight that will surely remove that unbecoming trait from your personality.”
He stepped closer, now only a few steps from her face. Her eyes widened with fear.
As confident as she was, she was not used to him being this close to her.

She noticed his silky skin and how truly porcelain he really was. If she squinted she was
\sure she could make out the blue veins underneath. And his eyes…his eyes were so
dark, looming. She new his character could only have been defined by his acts of brutality
under Lord Voldemort’s reign. She suddenly found herself feeling a mix of terror, and
fascination.

“Turn around Miss Granger.”

She was frozen to the spot. Unsure of his plans and terrified to face her back to him,
she just stood there, unsure if she should abide or not.
“Turn around now Miss Granger or you shall suffer more then I had previously planned.”
He was not fooling about and she new it.

Slowly, she turned around, back to him, facing the door she entered from. She closed her
eyes, silently praying to the gods that whatever this was, it would be over soon.

Just then, she felt a hand on the small of her back. First the fingertips, then the palm and
it etched it’s way, ever so slowly up to the nape of her neck.

It lingered there, between her shoulder blades and for a moment, she was stunned at his
gentleness.

That ended quickly when he pushed hard upon her back, forcing her to bend down and grab
the edge of the table to keep her from falling forward.

“Tonight will be an experiment Miss Granger,” he said. His voice was silky and measured.
“We are going to test your tolerance. Since you so easily do things that upset me when I
tell you not to, I am going to do things that will upset you.
And if I’m lucky...you’ll beg me to stop.”

A jolt of sheer terror resonated through her body upon hearing those words. She froze to the table,
not wanting to know what he intended to do to her.

She was afraid to open her mouth but had to know what she was in for. “Professor, what are you
planning to do to me?”

At these words, a smile formed at the edge of his mouth and he ran a finger, ever so slowly,
up the length of her thigh as he said, “Miss Granger. I plan on doing anything I want to you.”

He grabbed her wrists and forced them down onto the table. Reaching into his pocket he removed
his wand, pointed it at her, and flicked it once at each wrist. As he did so, thick leather straps shot
out of the end of his wand and fixed themselves to the table, wrapping themselves tightly around her
wrists and binding her to her spot. He flicked the wand again. This time, a wide velvet band shot out
of the end and fixed itself neatly around her head, blindfolding her.

She was stuck and helpless and she knew it. Never in all of her years at Hogwarts had she expected
this from her professor. She new he was evil, but never would have imagined this. And now here she
was, alone, cold, and at the mercy of the most evil man she’d ever met.

Now she new he’d be burying her in the forbidden forest.

“Please professor” she pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Oh do say that again. I rather like hearing you beg.” He was enjoying this game, if it was a game.

She pleaded again. “Please let me go Professor. I’ll serve any detention you like. Just please don’t
hurt me.” She choked the last words out, fully crying now.

“Trust me dear girl. I will not harm you…much.”

And with that he flicked his wand at her one last time and she found herself naked, displayed in front
of him like a grand prize.

There was so much adrenaline going through her that, for a moment, she thought she may faint.
Then he was behind her, pushed up against her. His hand reached around her shoulder and grabbed
her neck, squeezing it firmly. “Do you understand that I have full control of you now and could do
whatever I want?” She nodded, too terrified to try to break free.

“Good” he replied. “Now let’s see how easy it will be to put you in your place.”

His hand removed itself from her neck and snaked its way to her breasts. It lingered at the nipple
and moved over it several times, teasing it until it became erect.

She was angry and scared but even angrier that her body was responding. Don’t respond she told
herself. Don’t let him think you’re enjoying this.

Then a pain shot through her as he pinched the nipple as hard as he could. She shrieked in agony,
bucking against him in hopes he would remove his hand. But he held tight, basking in her misery.

“Does that hurt poppet?” he chided, the smile broadening on his face.

“Please stop” she whimpered.

“Hmm. Perhaps if you beg harder I will consider it. I want you to beg Miss Granger.” His fingers
tightened slightly more around the bruised nipple, causing her to scream again.

“Please let me go Professor. Please!” She was petrified now.

“Not yet girl. When I am done, you will be begging me for a different reason.”

With that, he released her swollen breast and walked away. He was behind her somewhere and
she could hear him fumbling with a container.

Moments passed and then he approached her from behind again. He was silent and just stood
there for a minute. Then, she felt his hand slip it’s way between her thighs. He touched her in
her most sensitive spot, sending a chill through her and making her jump. His hands were cold
and sticky. Sticky? What is on his hand? What is he doing to me?!?!? She thought.

Professor Snape walked in front of her and lowered the blindfold. “Do you know what I’m doing
Miss Granger? Do you know what it is I am putting on you?” He waited for an answer but received
silence.

“I see the know-it-all has no answer. Well then let me enlighten you. It is a suscito potion. It will
make you become aroused at the simplest touch.” He watched her response and was gratified at
her alarm.

“Professor. Please let me go. I’m…” but she couldn’t finish the sentence.

“You’re what Miss Granger?” he asked.

Her voice was barely a whisper as she looked at him, meeting his eyes for the first time since she
had entered his classroom.

“I’m a virgin Professor.”

At that he laughed heartily not bothering to hide his amusement. “I know my dear. That’s what is
going to make this so extremely worth my time.”

Hermione began to weep again, almost uncontrollably. Then she felt his lips on her neck and his
arm wrap around her stomach, holding her to him. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her
hair and skin.
“You smell wonderful Miss Granger. Almost good enough to eat.”

The tears stopped as her arousal began to build. She tried her hardest not to let it, but she found
herself becoming hazy, drunk with the intoxication of his ministrations. He splayed her folds open
with his middle finger and thumb, playing with the ball of nerves with his index finger. She bucked
against him again. This time, out of pleasure.

“I’m going to make you beg Miss Granger. I’m going to make you scream my name and weep
uncontrollable tears. You will be pleading with me to continue. Do you want that?”

As he asked her, he dipped his hand into her womanhood. A moan escaped from her throat in
response…traitorous moan.

“I’m sorry, what was that Miss Granger? I’m afraid I couldn’t understand you. Please answer the
question.” It was almost as if he was quizzing her in class. Of course, when she thought about it,
in a way he was.

“Yes Professor,” she submitted.

“Yes what Miss Granger? Such a vague answer simply will not do.”

“Yes Sir I want you to make me plead.” She had succumbed to her arousal.

“Very good” he praised. And with that, he removed his hand.

She felt empty without him touching her. But he just stood there, watching her. Her body squirmed a
little, desperate for someone to touch her. She’d never been so turned on in her life and with every
minute that passed, the potion became stronger, heating her body from the inside out.

“I want you to become acquainted with a very close friend of mine Miss Granger. Say hello to my dear
friend Lucius.” Professor Snape motioned to a door behind his desk as a figure emerged from it.

“Why my dear Severus, you have truly outdone yourself this time” Lucius complimented. He walked
forward and, with a critical eye, made a circle around her bound body.

“Yes Severus. I believe she’ll do nicely for this evening’s excursions. But I do believe she needs a
little whipping into shape.” He laughed at himself at this statement and reached into his robe.

When he retracted his hand, he brandished what looked to be a large, menacing riding crop. As she
glanced upon it, she noticed it was different. The end of it had a large, flat surface. It was leather that
had been folded over itself for strength and it looked to be about 6 inches in circumference.

Her eyes widened and she knew there would be no kind hands on her aching body.

With one swift movement Lucius struck her backside sending hot, painful, voltage up her spine. She
screamed out in horror, shocked that she had just been stricken. But more shocked that the arousal
she was feeling increased.

“Now Miss Granger,” Lucius instructed. “Every time I discipline you I want you to thank me and beg me
for more. And if you are lucky,” the words dripped off his lips, “I will give it to you. Do you understand?”

She nodded her head in comprehension and dug her nails into the table, preparing herself for the worst.

He struck again, harder then the last time and she shrieked out, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain.

All the while the Professor stood by, watching Lucius punish her. “What do you say my dear” he asked her.
“What do you say to Lucius for disciplining you?”

She gathered herself and swallowed hard. “Thank you sir. Please, I have not had enough yet.”

Lucius smirked at her and brought his hand up, bringing the whip down hard on the back of her thighs
this time. She winced but did not fall.

“That’s right girl,” Lucius said. “You have been so bad. Tell us how bad you’ve been and how much
you truly deserve this.”

“Very bad Sirs. I’ve been very very bad. Please, I need you to punish me.” She was so consumed
with the arousal she could hardly speak. What she could say came out in short gasps in between
spankings.

Lucius stopped and examined his work. “No. This will not do at all.” He reached in to his robe,
took his wand and pointed it at the whip. With a flick of his hand the leather end disappeared,
and 24 thick strips of course leather replaced it.

“This will do much better,” he said.

He struck again and she found the pain to be increased and distinct as each strip hit her behind.

She begged for him to stop and to give her more. She screamed in pain and passion as her back
arched, exposing herself to him even more.

Severus walked to her front and, unzipping his pants, looked down upon her. “Have you ever tasted
a man Miss Granger,” he asked?

She shook her head.

“No?” he questioned. “Open up then,” he said as he grabbed her chin and faced her to his manhood.

She looked up at him for a moment, frightened of what he was asking her.

“I did not say stare at me you stupid chit I said open up!” He grabbed her hair and pulled hard,
causing a protesting moan to escape her lips. At that, he forced himself in her mouth, sheathing
himself in her wetness.

She opened wide for him, almost gagging from his length. She moved over him, slicking her lips
up and down his shaft. He moaned in pleasure, his eyes fixed on her act.

“Look at me!” he commanded.

She looked up at him, eyes wet from both tears and passion. He grabbed her chin and started
moving himself in and out of her, fucking her mouth hard and moaning more and more as he did so.

She started to gag and he stopped for a moment, allowing her to catch her breath. Then he c
ontinued, faster and harder and she found she liked it. She liked being had as he was having her.
She moaned into him causing him to jerk and buck.

After a few moments e growled loudly and spilled himself inside of her grabbing her by her hair
again as he did so.

She stayed there for a moment, her mouth full of his juices.

“Swallow it,” he said. And she did so.

It’s not terrible she thought. More like milk and honey.

He pulled away from her, stroking himself back to hardness.

All the while, Lucius had continued his beating and now her backside and thighs were welted and red
from the leather. She wanted desperately not to stand but was still bound to the table and had no
other choice.

“All right Lucius. Enough,” the professor interjected. “She will be useless to us if you beat her any
more.”

Lucius ceased and came over to the professor in front of her. “Tell me child, what do you wish me to do
to you?”

Hermione looked up at him, half spent, half crazed and more aroused then ever.

“Anything you wish Sir.” She had no idea what she was saying but could not help herself. The potion
had taken control of her. Her eyes were foggy and her face was flushed. She’d lost all awareness of
reality. All that mattered to her was her arousal and she was willing to do whatever it took to feed it.

“Really,” Lucius said. “Well I do hope you mean that Miss Granger because we had something very
special in store for you.”

Professor Snape grabbed his wand and flicked it at her, freeing her of her bonds. She stood there,
rubbing her wrists and her backside and looking at them intently.

Professor Snape walked over to a chair and sat down, his manhood fully hard again and bobbing
slightly as he sat stroking it.

“Come here Miss Granger,” he said.

Hermione walked over to him and began to kneel in front of him, expecting to take him in her
mouth again.

“Oh no my dear girl. We’ve done that already. Now I want to take something else from you.”

Suddenly she felt Lucius’s hands grab the back of her arms and pull her upward and toward the
Professor.

“Just relax dear,” Lucius instructed. “This is really going to hurt at first. But I promise you, it won’t
hurt forever.”

Hermione stared at her Professor who had wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock and was
steadying it for her. He reached his hand out and grabbed the side of her waist, guiding her onto him.
When she felt his manhood at the slit of her opening, she hesitated, waiting for him to tell her to
take him in.

Professor Snape nodded and she slowly eased herself down. At first it was easy. Then she felt a
piercing pain and froze abruptly wincing from the contact.

Lucius stroked her shoulders.t’s t’s alright dear. It will go away. I promise. Just move easily on him.”

She waited a second longer before moving her hips a little to see if it still hurt. She found the pain had
subsided a little and she was able to move herself gently up and down his shaft. A moment later, the
pain was completely gone and she lost herself in the feeling of having him inside of her.

She squeaked and moaned as she rode him, digging her nails into his chest. She could feel Lucius’s
lips on her neck and back and his hands on her backside.

She moaned screamed and begged her Professor to go deeper, desperate for more of what he was
giving her.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her ass. It played there for a minute, before finding the tiny little
pucker at it’s middle. Lucius slipped a finger inside of her, stroking her rear from the inside.
It startled her, but she discovered she liked it and began to ride her professor harder at Lucius’s
ministrations.

She was losing herself in the pleasure of it all and didn’t notice Lucius unzip his pants and put a
hand on each of her shoulders.

Professor Snape stopped her from riding him and held her hands down to him. “Miss Granger,
this is going to hurt at first so you need to relax. Just stay as relaxed as possible.” He pulled
her toward him so she was bent over more, allowing Lucius better access to her rear.

She felt the tip of his shaft at her opening and cried out in shock. But before she could protest
he slipped it, ever so slowly into her opening, taking his time as to not hurt her.

He stayed there for a moment before beginning to pump in and out of her. When she became
comfortable her Professor began bouncing her on top of him, sending him deep inside of her.

She was overcome with the ecstasy of being completely full with both of them. Her head tipped
back as she rode them both hard.

Lucius grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her as Professor Snape toyed with her breasts,
teasing the nipples with his thumb.

With one hand, Lucius held her wrists behind her. With the other, he grabbed a handful of her
hair and jerked her head back roughly, giving him access to her neck where he bit down hard,
causing her to scream loudly.

The ecstacy was overwhelming. Hermione began to feel herself tense up, closing in on her release.

“Oh Gods!” Professor Snape moaned. He grabbed her thighs as hard as he could and slammed
her down on him, spilling himself inside of her. The feeling of his hot seed inside of her sent her
over the edge and she cried out, riding him as hard as she could for the last time, increasing his
orgasm with the movements of her own.

The waves flooded over her, sending adrenaline all over her body. She screamed their names as
loud as she could, all control lost to the feeling they were giving her.

She tightened her muscles to feel Lucius inside of her ass and sent him over the edge as well.
He spurted himself deep into her backside, waited for the waves of pleasure to decrease, and
then pulled out slowly, watching his seed drip out of her opening.

She collapsed on her professor, exhausted from the experience. The effects of the potion were
finally gone.

After a moment she looked up and found them both smiling at her. Professor Snape brushed her
hair out of her face and stood her up before looking at her, a small grin forming at the corner of his
mouth.

“10 points from Gryffindor for inappropriate behavior.”

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Remarks:

Ok guys. I wrote this in about 2 hours and was actually pretty proud of it. I know it's a little disturbing but I liked it. Then I got a comment from a reader who was enraged by it. Apparently they were a little offended. Understandable. So don't read it. IN the description it flat out says that there is bondage, humiliation, submission, anal, non-consensual...blah blah blah.

Make sure you read those descriptions.

Also, obviously it must be a popular story or wouldn't have been read 612 times in less then 24 hours.

If it's that popular, maybe I'll change it from a one-shot and add another chapter.

We'll see.

Let me know.