Darkened Lust

Part Twelve

Sometime later, Becca awoke in the dark. She wondered what had disturbed her, then realized it was the absence of Snape\'s presence between her and Ami, as he had been when they had fallen into exhausted slumber. She raised herself slightly, and saw Ami’s dark form curled up a little ways from her, but Severus wasn’t in the room. Becca thought he wasn’t even in the house, though she couldn’t be sure with him as she would have been with anyone else.

Carefully, so as not to disturb Ami, she rose from the bed and , naked, padded out into the hall. She glanced into her brother’s room and the bathroom, but he wasn’t there, or in the kitchen or living room. Perhaps he was outside; maybe he wanted some time by himself. Shrugging, she turned to go back to bed when the front door quietly opened. She looked to see Snape entering, his hair in his face, his robes dirty and torn in places. Without thinking, she flew to him. “What happened? Are you hurt?” In her fear she was babbling and he put a hand over her mouth.

“What are you doing out of bed?” he snarled.

“I woke up, and…you were gone. I thought…” she tried to explain but he cut her off.

“So, you found me gone and wanted to know what I was up to, did you?” The anger in his voice was frightening and Becca could only shake her head. “What I do when I’m not here does not concern you and Miss Bowen,” he continued. “There is only one thing you need concern yourself with, pet, and it is this!” He crushed her lips beneath his, brutally, trying to hurt. Becca could sense desire from him, but unlike before, there was no tenderness, no affection in it. It was pure, black lust and though her body responded, her mind rebelled. She struggled against him, but it seemed to only excite him further. He ground his hips into her sex and she could feel his hardness.

“No!” she gasped when she managed to tear her lips away, still fighting, still frightened.

“Oh, but yessss,” he purred as he forced her to the floor beneath him.

Ami was awoken from a sound sleep by Becca’s screams. She bolted upright in bed, badly scared. Looking over, she saw that both of her lovers were missing, and the screams continued. Not screams of pleasure, but of pain and fear. Ami jumped out of bed and rushed down the hall to the living room. She stopped at the sight of Severus and her friend on the floor. He was lying beside her, pinning her in place with one hand restraining her wrists, and one leg thrown over hers. His free hand was between her legs, fondling her clit, and was licking and sucking her nipples.
He raised his head long enough to say, “Ah, here it comes, doesn’t it, my girl?” Becca tensed as an orgasm obviously washed over her, but instead of moaning, she screamed again in terror. Snape’s hand didn’t stop, but instead moved faster, harder, and Becca began to babble, her accent so thick that only another Kentuckian could have understood her. Ami could only understand a few words, but they were enough to know that her friend was pleading for him to stop.

It was enough for Ami. She sank to her knees beside the pair and pulled at the arm between Becca’s legs. It was like tugging on steel. With one shrug he tossed her hands away and continued to work at building Becca to another orgasm. “STOP!” she screamed. “That’s enough. Severus, how many times have you made her cum?”

He looked at her with no emotion in his dark eyes but lust. “I have lost count,” he replied carelessly, and lowered his head to Becca’s breast once more. Ami could see his teeth sink into the flesh slightly. Her friend screamed so loudly it was a wonder her throat didn’t crack with it as she unwillingly came once more. It was obvious that her body was being pushed way beyond what it was made to endure, and Ami feared for her friend’s sanity if he continued. She sobbed and threw herself down to kiss Becca’s cheek, to wipe the tears away, and felt Snape’s hand grab her hair roughly and pull her back up. He forced her between Becca’s legs and then let go.

“Make her cum!” he ordered. Ami gaped at him. Was he serious? He was going to continue this? It was torture!
“No!” she shouted in his face, and tried to push him away. He merely laughed and grabbed her by the back of the neck.

“I said to get your pretty little face down there and make her cum. NOW!” he roared. Ami cringed, but still shook her head. She tried to cover Becca’s body with her own but was pushed roughly back as Snape’s hand returned to Becca’s clit, causing her to struggle once more. “Then it is your turn after I am finished with her,” he said in a voice that chilled her blood.

Ami laced her fingers around his arm and threw her body backwards. She finally managed to remove his hand but lost her grip and fell to the floor, knocking the breath out of herself. “You fucking cruel bastard!” she screamed. “Why don’t you just use the cruciatus curse and be done with it? You’re going to destroy her, you son of a bitch!”

Snape whipped his head around and glared at her. Ami thought he was going to hit her for a moment, then she saw reason return to his eyes. She threw herself beside Becca once more, half covering her in an instinct to protect her, and stared at Snape defiantly. He gazed at her friend in horror for a few moments, then released her. “What have I done?” he muttered. “Dear gods, what have I done to her?”

Feeling herself freed, Becca turned on her side towards Ami, and they clutched each other tightly. Becca was sobbing, words spilling out of her, but Ami still could not understand her. She had never heard Becca’s accent so thick. Most of the time it was soft, barely noticeable, but now she sounded like a caricature of a backwoods hillbilly. Instead of being funny, it was terrifying to hear her reduced to this. “Shhh, shhh,” Ami said, stroking her shoulders and back, and slowly the flow of words ceased, but not her tears.

“Rebecca,” Snape said. At the sound of his voice, Becca jumped and squeezed Ami tightly enough to hurt, but she made no protest. Receiving no answer, he reached out and pulled her from Ami’s arms, ignoring her struggles. He lifted her and sat in the blue recliner with her in his lap, rocking her back and forth, crooning to her and covering her face with kisses.

Ami was poised to leap at him if he began his torture again, but as he raised his head she saw the look of remorse etched so deeply into his features that it could have been a tattoo. “I’m so sorry,” he said over and over. “You didn’t deserve this, my little love, my brave one. Forgive me, please, I beg you…I beg you.” Looking at Ami, he said, “I beg both of you.”

Coldly she said, “You didn’t do anything to me.”

“Yes, I did. I tried to force you to torture your beloved friend. For that I ask…I beg…your forgiveness. I threatened you with the same ordeal because you were brave and you fought for her. I let what happened tonight at Hogsmeade come into this house and touch the two of you.” He looked back down at Becca, whose tears had mostly ceased and who seemed to be listening. He crushed her to his body and kissed her again. “Say you will forgive me for betraying your trust,” he pleaded.

After a few moments, Becca nodded. Snape gave a sound that was almost a sob. He gently kissed her forehead. “Thank you. Thank you, my love.”

Looking at Ami, he asked, “And you? Will you forgive me as well, love?”