Sub Rosa

Kate - She is called the fat lady, but she is decribed as wearing pink and since Kathryn isn\'t a Gryffindor she was being descriptive rather than accurate and A&R are certainly DEs :)

Lady Aidil - Spare me my blushes!

A/N - This chapter was somewhat disturbing to write, so maybe a warning is in order. Death Eaters are bad people and their parties are not rated G.


Chapter – 33 – Painful Moments

Severus walked to the meeting place with much the same feeling as he imagined the condemned must have going to the scaffold. It wasn’t merely the anticipation of physical harm, but the humiliation of the entire situation. He was a great wizard, a potions master who was published in several leading journals on his craft.
Yet, here he was being turned into breeding stock for a twisted eugenics project masterminded by a crazed inhuman monster and an insane socialite. There was irony and humor in being Narcissa Malfoy’s pawn, but he was feeling too grim and angry to find it just then.

He stepped into the clearing, hoping to Merlin he wouldn’t be expected to do the dirty deed on the hard ground. Voldemort was waiting for him. His stomach in his shoes he dropped to his knees before the man who held his life in his hands.

“My master.” He stayed on his knees, not flinching as Voldemort dropped a paternal hand on his shoulder.

“My loyal Severus. You are prompt and obedient.” Approved the Dark Lord. Voldemort was softly smiling, a grotesque parody of affection on his face. Severus swallowed his trepidation and pulled himself into the place in his mind that protected him from the outside world.

“I obey, master.”

“You are not pleased to bed Bella, why?” Voldemort’s question was casual, but Severus began to sweat.

“I am pleased to serve you master, but no, she would not be my personal choice of a… partner.” He shrugged. “However, for you, master, I would do far less…pleasant things.” He wondered how many lies a man could tell before he forgot what truth was.

“Your obedience in this is important Severus.” Voldemort moved away from him and Severus merely nodded, remaining on his knees. “This is not about our personal choices, but about out future and the future of the Wizarding race. Sacrifices for the cause should be embraced willingly.”

Voldemort’s voice was gentle, understanding and compassionate, it soothed the soul and warmed the heart. His magnetism and presence were palpable forces. Severus permitted himself to succumb to the influence just a little bit. He must be convincing and it was always easier to lie if you believed it just that little bit.

“I am always willing to serve the cause, master.” He put a touch of fervency into his voice, the slightly mesmerized quality he heard so often in the other Death Eaters voices. Voldemort returned to him and gently stroked his hair, Severus fought not to pull away.

“I know you are, Severus.” The voice now was a benediction, the white hands resting on his head, a blessing. Half of Severus wanted to scream in denial, the other half wanted to beg for forgiveness. He was going to be very sick in the morning.

Voldemort gestured him to rise and he did, following his master deeper into the forested area. There was a path, he discovered, and a cottage nestled among the huge trees. Redwoods, he recognized them in a flash, his mind working to pick up the details, while his emotions cowered away.

The door opened as they arrived and a cozy scene greeted them. Bella sat by the huge stone fireplace, being warmed by the blaze. A large bed with a colorful quilt dominated the room and a small kitchenette and a few chairs filled the rest of the one-room cabin. There was a normalcy about the setting, an almost romantic touch that started a burning anger in him.

Bella rose and met his eyes with an expression of predatory anticipation. Her eyes were slightly mad and he locked away his heart under several more protective layers. His last hope died as Voldemort settled himself into a chair by the fire and settled back, making himself comfortable.

With a face as grim as stone he began to undress, ignoring Bella as she stripped. Voldemort watched with slitted eyes, apparently interested in a show. Rage boiled up, turning his anger into a conflagration of hate in Severus and he decided to give the Dark Lord a show he would never forget. Bella faltered at the look in his eyes and nude he stalked around the bed towards her.

He grabbed her black tresses in his long fingers, wrenched her head back and kissed her hard, biting her lip. He pushed her away from him then and threw her onto the bed. He had long known what she did to her lovers, but he was determined to turn the tables. She might think she would be in control, but he had not always been a moral man and tonight he freed the beast. He would count the cost in the morning.

Her eyes had gone wide, realizing that he was the power here and Severus allowed himself a smile. Feeling barely human, he shoved her farther along the bed and began to arouse her with brutal efficiency. Using hands to probe and mouth to bite, he watched in fascination as his cruelty excited her.

She really was a sick bitch. She was getting off on his near rape of her. She was slick and hot under his fingers. He was disgusted and let it show in a sneer of contempt that brought moans of pleasure to her lips.
“You whore.” He muttered in her ear, a string of obscenities following after, she whimpered as he cursed her, arching up to meet his thrusting fingers.

His own arousal was slow to come, as he found her disturbing at the best of times. He allowed an image of Kathryn, naked and calling his name in pleasure, to flash across his mind. That one instant was enough to rouse him to a fever pitch of need. He spread Bella’s legs and plunged into her brutally, pounding out his anger and hatred of her, pouring his humiliation and pain into her. She was frantic beneath him, close to the edge. He allowed her to climax and then with another harsh thrust emptied himself into her.

He rolled off of her immediately and grabbed his clothes. A quick cleaning charm took care of her juices and his. He dressed quickly, not sparing a glance for the figure on the bed.

Voldemort’s eyes were bright and pleased excitement radiated off of him.

“I see why you are so feared in combat, Severus.” So glad you enjoyed the show, thought Severus with some bitterness.

“Had I known what you were capable of, Severus, I would have done this years ago.” Bella’s voice was drugged with the after-affects of pleasure. Severus kept from vomiting only by sheer force of will.

“You’re not my type, Bella.” He frowned at her and she chuckled and shrugged. Her eyes were saner now, but she was watching him with speculation and desire.

“No one has ever mastered me before, Severus. If I don’t catch, I am looking forward to next month.” Her sultry purrs made him shiver with disgust and if she mistook it for desire, he couldn’t care less.

He waved his wand and a green glow enveloped her belly. She looked down at herself with an expression of distaste at the evidence of their success.

“Sorry Bella.” He bowed to Voldemort, who excused him with a tiny smile and a gracious wave.

“Well done, Severus.” Voldemort’s words of praise lingered in his mind long after he was done retching in the Forbidden Forest.