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Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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Service
The summons, when it came, was unexpected, however Snape knew it was not possible to disobey it.
Reluctantly he stood and left his rooms, moving swiftly towards the edge of the grounds of Hogwarts.
Once outside the wards, he took a deep breath and apparated.
The room he appeared in was dark, opulent and sinister. The furnishings were surprisingly plush, but the occupants were the embodiment of pure evil.
The woman was once handsome, as had been the man. Both of them now a parody of their former selves.
Their minds, however, had not changed. Nor had their appetites.
“Ahh, Severus,” purred the man, “So eager.”
Snape went down on one knee. “Lord.” He emptied his mind, and tried to withdraw into the safety of his inner shell. He knew what was in store for him.
“Severus,” said the woman, coming close and trailing a hand around his throat, caressing yet cruel. “Our Lord requires your services. As do I.”
He looked up at her, careful not to let the loathing he felt for both show in his eyes. He felt her hand caress him, move down his chest, lower, the breath of both Voldemort and Bellatrix coming harsher now, panting with lust.
“Undress.”
Damn. His hands were shaking. Nevertheless, he slowly began to undress, knowing that that slower he was, the shorter this particular form of torture would be, knowing that he had to bring their lust to the point where they could not hold themselves back.
He had learned this when he was fourteen, after a year of rape and humiliation.
It had been a lesson he had never forgotten.
Slowly, slowly, he removed his clothing, his skin pale in the subtle light of the room. He registered that his two torturers were now naked, and inwardly he recoiled from their wasted forms. He watched dispassionately as Bellatrix lay down on a bed, spreading her legs wide.
Finally he was naked and moved slowly towards the bed and the naked woman lying there.
“I want your mouth and tongue, Severus,” she rasped. “Taste me, little boy.”
Her words took him back to the first time she had ever uttered them; to a thirteen-year-old boy who had been ordered to “fag” for the new prefect. To his horror when he realised what she intended, his humiliation when he realised that it was not just her he was to “serve”.
Slowly he bent over the end rail of the bed, knowing what the other occupant of the room wanted. His mouth moved towards the woman on the bed and he screamed his pain as he felt the hard cock enter him.
His pain, his horror only serving to inflame the other two even more. He couldn’t help himself, and felt tears start in his eyes.
It seemed to go on for hours, and he tried to forget how he had been used. Wracked with pain, he collapsed in a huddle on the floor when the two were finally satiated.
Bellatrix prodded at him with her toe, and, gathering his clothes, dropped them onto his body. She then raised her wand and cast a spell, causing the naked, bleeding man to disappear.
Reluctantly he stood and left his rooms, moving swiftly towards the edge of the grounds of Hogwarts.
Once outside the wards, he took a deep breath and apparated.
The room he appeared in was dark, opulent and sinister. The furnishings were surprisingly plush, but the occupants were the embodiment of pure evil.
The woman was once handsome, as had been the man. Both of them now a parody of their former selves.
Their minds, however, had not changed. Nor had their appetites.
“Ahh, Severus,” purred the man, “So eager.”
Snape went down on one knee. “Lord.” He emptied his mind, and tried to withdraw into the safety of his inner shell. He knew what was in store for him.
“Severus,” said the woman, coming close and trailing a hand around his throat, caressing yet cruel. “Our Lord requires your services. As do I.”
He looked up at her, careful not to let the loathing he felt for both show in his eyes. He felt her hand caress him, move down his chest, lower, the breath of both Voldemort and Bellatrix coming harsher now, panting with lust.
“Undress.”
Damn. His hands were shaking. Nevertheless, he slowly began to undress, knowing that that slower he was, the shorter this particular form of torture would be, knowing that he had to bring their lust to the point where they could not hold themselves back.
He had learned this when he was fourteen, after a year of rape and humiliation.
It had been a lesson he had never forgotten.
Slowly, slowly, he removed his clothing, his skin pale in the subtle light of the room. He registered that his two torturers were now naked, and inwardly he recoiled from their wasted forms. He watched dispassionately as Bellatrix lay down on a bed, spreading her legs wide.
Finally he was naked and moved slowly towards the bed and the naked woman lying there.
“I want your mouth and tongue, Severus,” she rasped. “Taste me, little boy.”
Her words took him back to the first time she had ever uttered them; to a thirteen-year-old boy who had been ordered to “fag” for the new prefect. To his horror when he realised what she intended, his humiliation when he realised that it was not just her he was to “serve”.
Slowly he bent over the end rail of the bed, knowing what the other occupant of the room wanted. His mouth moved towards the woman on the bed and he screamed his pain as he felt the hard cock enter him.
His pain, his horror only serving to inflame the other two even more. He couldn’t help himself, and felt tears start in his eyes.
It seemed to go on for hours, and he tried to forget how he had been used. Wracked with pain, he collapsed in a huddle on the floor when the two were finally satiated.
Bellatrix prodded at him with her toe, and, gathering his clothes, dropped them onto his body. She then raised her wand and cast a spell, causing the naked, bleeding man to disappear.