Darkened Lust

Part Fifteen

Snape jerked Becca to her feet and almost regretted it as she instantly attacked him. He made no move to defend himself from her blows, allowing her this release. Until she caught him across the jaw with a closed fist, causing him to stumble back. He then restrained her arms and she let loose a stream of profanity laced screaming.

"Git 'er back, Snape! Ye jist fuckin' fine 'er, NOW, you h'year me?"

"Becca..." he began but she cut him off.

"NO! Fuck ye spells, fuck ye magic! Whut good'ed they do? He foun' you anyhow, now ye fine HIM! Ye git my Ami BACK!" She violently twisted away from him and sank to the floor once more. She sobbed brokenly, then, to his heartbreak, leaned forward and kissed his boots.

“Oh, my Becca, don’t, don’t!” He reached down and tried to pull her to her feet once more, but she resisted.

Clasping the hem of his robes, she looked up at him, her eyes swimming with tears. “Severus, please, please. I’m beggin’ ye, git ‘er away frum ‘im. Don’t let ‘im hurt Ami!”

Unable to persuade her to rise, he sank to his knees beside her. His eyes fixed on hers; she felt his mind touch hers, completely open for the first time. “I promise you, I will go for her. I will bring your friend back to you.”

“She’s been yer frien’, too!” she cried out, and for the first time he fully realized that, yes, both of them had been, were, his friends. Becca felt this from him, and threw her arms around him as his encircled her. With the connection they were sharing, he knew that she would never agree to his first intention of going after Ami alone.

If he tried she would always hold it against him. Though the sexual bond the two women had so recently formed with his encouragement was strong, Ami was first and foremost her much loved friend. And those who Becca loved, she protected as fiercely as a mother wolf.

“Then let us go to her,” he whispered, and felt the shudder of relief that went through her body.

“How are you gonna find her?” Becca asked. Snape was relieved to note that the severity of her accent was fading, evidence that she was calming.

“There is only one place Lucius would have taken her. He expects me to come after her; therefore I doubt very much that he is hiding. There is a secret room in the Manor, that’s where he will have taken Ami.” He tried to keep his voice even, but was unable to mask the cold fear he felt at the thought of Lucius “secret room”, and Becca felt this from him. The panic threatened to overtake her again, but she managed to keep it at bay.

“Then let’s go, Severus, please, now!”

He nodded. “Promise me, you will do exactly what I say, that you will play your part, that you ‘belong’ to me. I know you fear for her, but you must be strong enough to hold yourself back, and not to protest at anything I might say about you or Ami.”

She nodded again, and he rose to his feet, pulling her with him this time. “Then hold onto me tightly.” She wrapped her arms around him, burying her head in his chest, and instantly felt the horrible sensation of being stretched thin and flat, unable to breathe. Thankfully it was soon over, and she opened her eyes to the dimness and dankness of a large stone basement, and the chilling sounds of Ami’s sobs.

“Ah, Severus. I thought you would not be long,” the already hated voice of Lucius Malfoy purred. “And you brought the other muggle as well. Are you offering a trade? Did I take the ‘good’ one?”

Severus put Becca away from him, warning her with his eyes to keep still and quiet. He had once more closed his mind to her, and she realized that this was necessary to keep Malfoy from knowing his true feelings as well. Her eyes had went to Ami instantly, who was naked and bound to chains hanging from the ceiling, her arms upraised, and a look of horrified lust on her face.

Lucius had removed his robes and was dressed only in grey trousers and a white shirt. He had removed his wand from inside his cane and was holding it by his side. Becca wanted nothing more than to leap at him and claw his arrogant face until the blood flowed, leave him scarred forever for daring to take her friend away, but mindful of Severus’s warning and her promise, she instead sank to the floor and waited.

Snape’s voice held no trace of the rage he felt at the sight of Ami and what Lucius had done to her. It was obvious that Malfoy had placed her under the ereptio flamma , forced lust, curse. Her moans and the look of fear mixed with desire tore at his heart. “Of course I came after you. You took something of mine, and I want her back. You’ve forgotten your manners, Lucius.”

“She must be quite special, Severus, for you to follow so quickly…and to bring the other one as well. I admit, this one has been quite entertaining.” He stroked between her legs with a leather gloved hand, causing Ami to unwillingly jerk her hips forward against his fingers.

Without warning, he pinched her clit hard between his finger and thumb. Ami was unable to keep from screaming in pain. Becca involuntarily started towards him, but remembered herself, and Severus’s eyes flashed in anger, but his voice remained steady.

“I didn’t wish to leave the other one alone for another of the Dark Lord’s followers to take from me merely because I am ‘Severus Snape, the poor Death Eater.” His lip curled. “Oh, yes, I know how some of the others think of me.”

“Such anger, Severus. Come now, I merely wanted to punish her for you…give you a chance to chastise the other one for their presumptuousness. Trying to flee from you…” he shook his silver head.

“She is not yours to punish, Lucius. She and the other one are mine to punish or reward as I see fit. I want my property back.” Lifting his wand towards Ami, he murmured “Finis aspero”, and the look of arousal left her features instantly, though the look of fear remained.

“You didn’t like the curse, Severus? We used to use it often enough, when we were younger. Remember? She was responding quite well to it before you arrived. You’ve never used it on your little pets then?”

“I’ve never needed to use it to excite them.” Snape answered in contempt, and Lucius sneered.

“As you say.” He reached for Ami’s breasts and began to fondle the nipples roughly. She cried out and twisted away, though unable to go far. “Ahh, she hates me, Severus,” Lucius said mockingly.

Snape strode towards her. “Of course she does. You took her from her master’s side, after all.” He reached Ami and flicked his wand at her chains, which released her. She fell into his arms and clutched at him. He was unable to resist giving her a brief embrace, but quickly resumed his role and pushed her away.

“See to your friend, Rebecca,” he ordered. Becca ran to her at once and took her in her arms, crying with relief and unable to hold back from kissing her over and over.

Lucius watched this with a look of amused contempt. “How very touching,” he said. “It’s really too bad that one of them won’t be leaving here.”

“What the hell do you mean? I thought I made it clear that they belong to me.” Snape growled.

“You did, you did. And if you answer one question, you may take them both and go back to your little muggle love nest, which reeks of sex, by the way. You really should do something about that, Severus.” Lucius suddenly raised his wand and directed it at Ami.

There was a flash of light and a gash opened in Ami’s back. Ami shrieked in pain; Becca only a second later at the feel of the blood running over her hands from her friend’s wound.

Severus instantly pointed his own wand at Malfoy, only to find that the other wizard already had him covered. Malfoy was snarling in rage, all traces of his handsomeness gone.

“What do you want, Lucius?” Snape bit out. He realized now that the Dark Lord had never asked Lucius to find him, Lucius had taken it upon himself, for his own reasons.

“One thing. I want my son! Where is Draco? For if you don’t tell me, Severus, your little pets are going to pay for it, I assure you!”