Send Me a Virgin

This chapter is what I\'ve been working up to and it\'s going to be on the rough side (i.e. RAPE). If you don\'t like those sorts of things, please don\'t read. You\'ve been WARNED.

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So sit back and enjoy the ride...

Chapter 12: An Act of Brutality

Professor Snape took a deep breath, walked to the door and opened it. Hermione Granger stood there.

“Come in, Miss Granger,” he said in his ‘nice’ voice. He didn’t need to be as icy as he was when teaching. Not that he had to lure her in.

Hermione stepped into his sitting room and he got a good look at her. Her skin was pale and her eyes had shadows beneath them. No doubt she had a very restless week, he mused. When she saw him staring at her, she lowered her eyes.

“Sit down, Miss Granger,” Snape said pointing to a comfortable chair.

Without a word she sat down and when she looked back up, he saw fear in her eyes. Gone was the lust he saw all week and it troubled him. Maybe she was trying to hide her lustful feelings because she knew that any advances on a professor would be wrong. Dreadfully wrong. He smirked at the thought.

He cleared his throat. “Do you know why you are here?” he asked.

There was a pause before she answered. “Because I haven’t been doing well in class?” she answered in a small voice.

“Precisely. Frankly I’m disappointed in your work the past week, but I understand things...ah...come up.” He let that hang for a moment while he took a small sip of brandy. “So I am here to help you. I know how very much you want to succeed and I want you to succeed. You are one of the best students this school has seen in a while.”

He wondered if he sounded sincere and he actually was. Haughty or not, she was a smart witch.

“Thank you, sir,” she said, eyes lowering again. The submissiveness made him horny.

“We shall go through the lesson that you had so much trouble with,” he said. He was anxious to start things but he wanted to put her at ease first. So for the next half hour he lectured her on the finer points of poisons and antidotes. Gradually she began to relax and listen. And when she answered his questions, she was always right which again made him feel as if something was wrong.

“Very well, let’s take a break. I’ve made a relaxing warm drink for you,” he said and steeled himself for what was about to begin.

Miss Granger, Hermione now, he thought, no need to be formal anymore, raised her head up to regard him. The soft eyes caught him off guard a bit. Then he briefly, very briefly let his gaze wander down to her young breasts that were pushing against the confines of her sweater. It was only a matter of time now before he would be touching them. He pulled away and got the antidote.

“Here you are,” he said gently and set the cup on the table next to her. “It’s most refreshing on a night like this.”

Hermione took the cup, sniffed it and set it down like it was a poison.

“I know what this is!” she exclaimed. “It’s an antidote!”

That remark totally threw him. “Uh, no, it’s just tea with cloves…”

She shook her head furiously. “No, the color and the smell…it’s the antidote to the lust potion!” He watched as she reasoned it out. Hermione raised her head and looked at him right in the eye. No, it couldn’t be, he thought.

“You,” she said with venom in her voice.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, trying to control his voice.

“You gave it to me. That evil potion. But Madam Pomfrey said it was ineptly made…too much foxglove…”

Pomfrey! Merlin above, he was in for it now. But he had to go through with his plan. He tried to compose his thoughts and resume control of the situation.

“Very astute of you, Hermione,” he sneered. He felt better sneering anyways. “Yes, it was I that gave you that potion.”

Hermione stood up. “But why? It made me do horrible things!”

Snape thought about the girl’s lavatory again and couldn’t agree with her more. Although ‘horrible’ was a strong word for it.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he said. “Give me your wand.”

She was quick, but not quick enough for Snape. He had years more experience. Hermione pulled her wand and during that instant when she mentally struggled with the decision of attacking a teacher; he used it to disarm her.

“Expelliarmus!” he shouted and Hermione fell to the ground. Snape snapped up the wand. This wasn’t how he planned it and he got lucky by disarming her before she could try something. She was a smart witch. At least now he could dispense with the niceties.

He muttered a spell to seal the rooms from entry, exit and noise. They were alone and he would do what he wished.

“Get up,” he said.

Hermione was sprawled on the floor looking very vulnerable. Tears leaked from her eyes and spilled over her cheeks.

“No crying!” Snape bent down and wrenched her up by her arm.

No sooner was she on her feet than she tried to come at him. She was full of fury but he was ready. When she flew at him, Snape grabbed her by the arms and held her tight. He was stronger than people realized. Hermione struggled in his arms and he let out a soft moan. The struggling was turning him on.

“You evil bastard,” she wailed. “You have no idea what you did to me!”

“Oh yes I do,” he said with a silken voice. “I followed you and watched you in the girl’s lavatory. That lucky sink.” Snape laughed.

Hermione went rigid with shock. “You saw me?” she asked in a hushed voice.

“Oh yes, it was a lovely show.”

Hermione responded by trying to beat him with her fists, but he had them locked together with one hand. He used the other to grab a fistful of hair.

“Struggling only makes me enjoy it more,” he warned.

Snape tilted her head back slightly and brought his face close to hers. The silly bitch thought he was going to kiss her but instead he licked the side of her face from jaw line to hairline. The taste of fear turned him on.

“Oh, please don’t,” she whimpered.

“It’s too late for that,” he replied. “Tonight you are mine. Whether you go willingly or not is of no consequence. I will take what I want and you will give it.”

He released her hands and she immediately turned and tried to run to the door but he grabbed her by the waist and began to drag her to towards the adjoining room.

“No,” she cried. “Let me go. I promise I won’t tell…”

Ignoring her pleas, he dragged her forcibly into his bedroom where he had prepared it for what he was about to do. All her struggling had already given him a hard-on.

Snape’s bedroom was much more lavish than one would expect. Probably most people thought it would be Spartan in nature, but he liked to live comfortably. Heavy draperies covered the windows to keep out the drafts. A large four-poster bed took up most of the room. Several chairs were placed in one corner next a table piled high with books. The décor was dark and gothic – just the way he liked it.

He shoved Hermione roughly inside and shut the heavy oak door.

“Sit,” he said pointing to the bed.

“No, I…”

“I said SIT!”

Hermione sat on the edge of the bed and her eyes were like saucers.

“Ok, now listen to me. Tonight you are mine. Body and soul. There is a charm on these rooms. You cannot leave. No one will hear you. I could use any amount of charms on you but it’s more enjoyable for me if I don’t.” He stood over Hermione and looked down on her. His eyes were murderous and the blood boiled inside him. At last he had her.

“Now, stand up.”

“But I…”

The fury welled up inside him and he slapped her across the face.

“You stupid bitch,” he said through clenched teeth. “Stand up and obey me!”

This time she did as asked.

“Now lean against that post there,” he said pointing to one of the posts of his bed. Hermione leaned against it with out a word.

“Raise your arms.”

She did.

He muttered something and her arms were tied overhead by a silk rope. Now we’re getting somewhere, he thought. He took a step near her and ran his hand across her face. When she tried to look away her grabbed her by the chin and turned so that she had to look at him.

“You will look at me,” he threatened. “You will look at my face. Am I repulsive to you?”

“Yes,” she said and the haughtiness was there.

He smacked her face again.

“Whether you find me repulsive or not is not important to me. It’s the insolence that I cannot abide by.” He took a step back. “No matter, however. You will be submissive before the night is through.”

One last spell for a while, he thought and muttered it. Hermione was suddenly sans clothing.

“Ahhh,” he sighed. “Such loveliness.”

Hermione lowered her eyes in shame but he did not care. It was actually better for him to observe her body without those eyes boring into him. Instead he let his gaze linger on her ripe, upturned breasts. The skin was pale and the nipples only a few shades darker. Already they were puckering. Next, he let his eyes move down to the secret place between her legs. He wondered how many times she had pleasured herself that week with those fingers.

“Well, I guess we are ready,” he said going over to his wardrobe.

Snape opened the mahogany doors and exposed a wide array of bondage tools. Hermione’s eyes widened in fear.

“Oh yes, you are afraid, aren’t you?” he asked.

Selecting a soft leather whip to begin with, he took the base of it and pushed it inside Hermione’s mouth.

“Suck that,” he said.

Reluctantly she opened her mouth and sucked the handle of the whip. He laughed as he watched her struggle with it. When he ran his hands over her soft breasts, she shut her eyes as if his very touch was painful. But when he pinched her nipples she found out what pain was. She spat the handle of the whip out and the cries that filled the room were music to Snape’s ears.

That only spurred Snape on. The lust pumped through his veins as he lowered his head to take one puckered nub of flesh into his mouth. She is succulent, he thought as his tongue twirled around the nipple. And she’s mine. Hermione panted and whimpered as he mauled her breasts. Snape alternated between sucking and biting and each time he did, she cried a little louder. He might gag her later if it got on his nerves but for now he was reveling in the fact that she was finally here. Of course he had hoped that she would have still been under the influence of the potion so that she was willing, but he had to take what he could get.

Snape pressed his body against Hermione’s and let her feel his hardness. She turned her head away in disgust but he didn’t care. Instead he let his hands travel freely over her supple body. Breasts, hips, thighs and ass. Across skin soft and creamy he allowed himself to be lost for a bit. It had been so long, he thought with a pang of sadness. And one so young…it had been even longer. Snape buried his face in her hair and sniffed the sweetness. He reached behind her and cupped her ass and forced her against his pelvis. His cock ground against her hard thigh and he moaned into her ear. He knew he could lose himself if he wasn’t careful so he drew back.

Hermione stared at him and tears leaked across her cheeks. Recovering a bit, Snape stood back and began to use the leather whip. It would sting at first then bite later. He knew from experience. He began assaulting her breasts then her stomach and upper thighs. Each smack of the whip brought red marks and cries from his victim but it only inflamed him further. His breathing increased as each stroke was delivered. Hermione tried to move away but she couldn’t go far. She was tied in such a way that was standing on her toes. Snape watched in perverse pleasure as each new stripe was delivered. It was hard not to take his cock out and just fuck her.

“Turn around,” he said gruffly.

She did as ordered and he was presented with her ass. Time for something stronger, he mused and selected a riding crop. It was his favorite and he remembered the first time he got to use it.

“If you try to avoid this, it will only be worse,” he warned.

He raised his arm and landed the blow. Hermione screamed. He landed one on the other cheek and she screamed again.

“Please!” she pleaded. “Please stop!”

“Why do you want me to stop?”

“It hurts,” she whined.

“Good. The more it hurts you, the better it feels to me.” And he laughed.

Taking his time to make sure the crop was going in all the right places, he delivered blow after blow until angry red marks covered her bottom. At last he could not ignore the painful throbbing of his cock. He set the crop down and unzipped his fly to release his aching cock. He leaned against her back and settled his cock in the crack of her ass. It was nothing but sweetness as he rubbed it between her ass cheeks and pressed his lips along the side of her neck. One hand snaked around to tweak her nipples again.

Snape moaned and lost himself until he felt the storm gather and finally spend itself on her ass. When at last he pulled away his seed dripped slowly across her curves.

“Ahhhh, fuck,” he muttered as he collapsed in a chair.

He knew he needed to cum once before he finally entered her. He was wound too tight and that first release would only relax him for what was about to transpire. Snape sat in the chair and watched the shiny liquid run down her legs. As for the lucky Miss Granger, she was crying softly. He let her.

First he needed a brandy and Hermione needed one too. Only hers had an extra ingredient to ensure she didn’t produce a Snape offspring. He mixed the drink and went over to her and turned her around. Hermione’s eyes were red from crying and tears and snot covered her face. Not a pretty sight.

“Let me clean you up,” he said not unkindly.

He produced a soft cloth and wiped her face and nose. When he was done he wiped the semen from her ass.

“Now drink this,” he commanded softly. “It will make you feel better.”

At first she eyed it warily but in the end she drank it down as he held it to her lips. Once she was done she grimaced.

“I am going to untie you now,” he said. “It’ll go better for you if you behave.”

She said nothing and undid her bindings. When she was free, she slumped into his arms, exhausted. Snape found himself in the most awkward of tender moments but he managed to get her onto the bed where she curled into a ball and pulled a blanket over her body. He surveyed the form on his bed and for a brief moment felt pity. He supposed she’d rather lose her virginity to someone she cared for one day instead of a miserable bastard like him. But he would somehow find a way to reward her without her knowing who or why.

Snape let her rest a moment while he shed his clothes and donned the silken ropes that would bind her to his bed for the final act. He finished his brandy and climbed onto the bed.

“Ok, my dear. No need to hide anymore,” he said.

He pulled the blanket from her naked form and rolled her over on her back. When she saw his naked body, her eyes widened in fear. The look drove his lust again and his cock twitched in answer.

“Now I am going to tie you down because I don’t think you are going to like what happens next,” he explained.

Hermione immediately tried to get away from him, but he was quick and strong. Snape covered her body with his and tied one rope around her wrist and then the other. Then, using his knees to pin her down, he secured her arms to the bedposts. He rolled off the bed and similarly tied her ankles. At last she was spread and ready for him. Or maybe not.

When he reached between her legs, she was dry. Definitely not ready.

“Apparently my idea of foreplay doesn’t agree with you,” he said icily. “I can fix that. I’m not always rough, you know.”

Snape sat on the bed next to Hermione and took the two fingers on his left hand and found her clit. Gently he rubbed it in a circular motion. With his right hand he was able to make her nipples stand up again. Hermione closed her eyes and he swore he heard a sigh escape the ripe lips. Snape smiled that evil smile of his and began to rub Hermione’s clit harder. He saw her legs quiver.

“Does it remind you of how you pleasured yourself last week?” he asked quietly. “Did you lie awake at night with your fingers between your legs?”

Hermione answered with a soft moan. He knew he was getting to her. And she to him. As he watched her body begin to flush from the increased flow of blood, his cock began to lengthen and harden. The moment was almost upon him. Snape continued to stroke her clit and pinch her nipples until he had her close to orgasm. Then he stopped.

When Hermione opened her eyes, they were filled with reluctant desire. He smiled at her. Now all he had to do was push his cock in, break her maidenhead, quickly pull out and get the smeared blood onto a dish. Only when he was done with that could he fuck his brains out. Not a bad way to end a Saturday night.

Snape positioned his body over Hermione’s. At once she knew what his intentions were and she started to squirm.

“No,” she pleaded. “Don’t…”

Snape brought his head down so that his face was inches from hers.

“And why not?”

“It’s…wrong.”

“Of course it is, that’s why it is going to be so enjoyable,” he said with a laugh.

Snape licked her neckline up to her chin.

“It may hurt, but only for an instant,” he whispered.

And with that he took his cock in hand and placed it at the entrance to her wet cunt. He knew it was wet by the glistening hairs. Slowly he slid in waiting to feel the barrier. Gods, she is tight, he thought. He continued to push feeling her wet walls envelope him. An inch, then a little further…further…almost…then…nothing. He was in balls deep and he felt no resistance. It couldn’t be…

Snape pulled out suddenly and examined his cock. Although wet with Hermione’s juices, there was no blood. He looked down at her and saw the fear in her eyes.

“When?” he asked in a tight voice.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she answered in a meek little voice.

“DAMN YOU, WHEN???” he yelled.

But he didn’t give her a chance to respond. He entered her mind brutally and saw it all. The sink, the late nights masturbating and then…last night. Potter. Potter taking her then casually wiping the blood off while Malfoy stood there. And Hermione looking at him with a satisfied look on her face.

“POTTER!!! You fucking slut!!!” he raged. And if there weren’t a charm on the room for silence, half the castle would have heard him.

“It wasn’t his fault,” she squeaked. “I was under that potion. He never would have…”

Although she was probably right, the damage had been done. She had denied him and he was furious. All the work leading up this point was undone by a heavy-handed potion. He roundly cursed his misfortune.

Then the rage got worse and it blinded him to what he did next. He mounted Hermione again and rudely pushed his cock inside her. She cried out but whether it was in pain or pleasure he didn’t care or didn’t know. Snape bent his body so that he could freely nip at her now overly sensitive breasts. Hermione screamed and cried out as he brutally assaulted her with his mouth and his cock. Angry red marks from Snape’s mouth added to the whipping he had administered earlier. And down below his cock slid through her slick tunnel with a furious pace. How long he kept it up, he didn’t know, but when at last he spent his seed inside of her he was utterly exhausted. With only a grunt he rolled off and laid prone on the bed. The only sounds in the room were of Hermione’s weeping.

+ + +

It was late when Snape untied Hermione. By then he was dressed and thoroughly exhausted – both mentally and physically. When he untied Hermione, she rose and rubbed her wrists. She was a sight: unruly hair, bloodshot eyes, teeth marks and whip marks covering her body. He was disgusted with her and himself.

“Get dressed and meet me in my study,” he said, the contempt in his voice hard to miss.

When she appeared a few minutes later he was reclining in his favorite chair sipping what would be the last brandy of the evening.

“Sit down a moment,” he said, gesturing to the other chair. Once she was settled, he continued. “Since you so utterly failed me tonight, I have one task and one task alone for you.”

Hermione lifted her head to look at him.

“And what is that?” she said in a raspy voice.

“Bring me a virgin.”