Remorse

Chapter 4 ~ The Humiliation Continues

Snape continued to direct the couple, his eyes full of passionate pleasure as he watched them.

“Suck his nobblies, Miss Granger . . . hard,” he crooned.

Hermione released Harry’s shaft and him into her mouth, Harry grunting and jerking her head reflexively as her mouth closed around his sensitive scrotum and she drew in hard.

“Pull on them. Don’t let them out of your mouth . . . stretch him!” Snape commanded.

”Arrrrrgh!” Harry groaned as Hermione obeyed, pulling on his flesh.

”Now, let them pop out!” Snape seethed. “Make them snap, witch!”

Hermione pulled back and let them loose so they did actually snap and bounce, Harry letting out a hoarse cry.

”Do it again!” Snape demanded.

Hermione obeyed, wincing as Harry’s grip on her hair intensified in reaction. The young wizard let out a curse as his balls snapped up again.

“Back to his wand, Miss Granger. Use your hands, tongue, everything and bring him to climax!” Snape shouted at her, his hair swinging about his face as he bounced on the bed in his excitement. “Do it witch!”

Hermione fell back to Harry, fisting and sucking hungrily, egged on by the Potions Master’s commands, dripping as she threw herself into making Harry climax.

“Oh gods, Hermione,” Harry groaned, looking down at her as she brought him closer.

“Women are good for more than friendship, aren’t they Mr. Potter?” Severus hissed as Harry began to thrust helplessly, wanting what the witch was bringing close. “Your ‘friend’ sucks a mean tool, doesn’t she? Doesn’t she, Mr. Potter? Answer me!”

”Yessssss,” Harry hissed, hating that he confirmed the truth of what was happening. Suddenly he jerked. He was close . . . he could feel the pressure building.

Snape saw the wizard’s face contort.

“Warn her before you blow, Mr. Potter. Miss Granger, you pull away so he can release on your face, right between your eyes. I want to see it dripping down the bridge of your nose, over your lips and off your chin. Don’t disappoint me!” Snape said, an ugly look on his face. “Or you will do it again and again until you get it right!”

Harry pumped into Hermione’s mouth for another minute or two, watching openly now as she fisted and sucked with abandon. She was good at this. And he shouldn’t know it . . . but he did and there was nothing for it but to let things happen.

“I’m coming, Hermione!” Harry groaned as he contracted and pleasure shot up his spine. Hermione pulled away, but held on to him, pointing his organ towards her face and let loose.

”Yes! Yes!” Snape cried as pulse after pulse of stickiness coated Hermione’s face, running down the bridge of her nose, over her lips and dripped off her chin, falling on to her breasts and bra.

Harry’s head was flung back toward the ceiling as pleasure thrummed through him. Yes, it was Hermione but damn, that didn’t stop how he felt as he ejaculated. Finally his pulsing slowed.

The wizard breathed deeply as he looked down at Hermione. His stomach clenched as he saw his release all over her face. Guilt and shame took over again. Damn. Damn Snape, the sick fuck.

But Snape wasn’t finished.

”Well done,” the wizard said, then with a smirk he added. “Down on your knees, Mr. Potter. Clean her off . . . with your tongue,” the wizard hissed.

Harry looked at Snape, his eyes disbelieving. Surely he couldn’t mean this.

”NO!” Hermione cried, horrified and disgusted, looking at Snape, Harry’s release beginning to dry on her face, ”Professor! Please! Don’t make him do that! That’s . . . that’s . . . oh my gods . . . Professor you can’t . . . .”

Now Hermione was repulsed. There was no excitement . . . no guilty pleasurable responses. Just utter disgust that the wizard would make Harry do such a thing. Snape looked at her dispassionately, her pleas falling on deaf ears.

”Shut up, Miss Granger! Mr. Potter has swallowed before! Straight from the pipe, I imagine. That this is his own secretion shouldn’t make any difference. Now do it, Mr. Potter. It is required!” Snape snapped, waving his hand at Harry.

“Nooooo,” Hermione half sobbed as Harry dropped to his knees, his green eyes taking in Hermione’s condition. Her eyes . . . gods, there was so much shame in them. And pain. Almost more pain than Harry could stand to see.

”No, Harry . . . no . . . ” Hermione sobbed openly this time, trying to shift her face out of the way. Harry tried to comfort her as best he could.

“It will be all right, Hermione,” Harry said softly. “We can get through this.”

Snape sneered at Harry’s attempt at comfort.

“Lick it off!” he snarled impatiently.

Harry obliged him, tasting both the bitterness and the salt of Hermione’s tears as her shoulders shook.

“That’s right, cry Miss Granger, cry. Let it out. The shame. The humiliation, the frustration, the impotence you feel. I know all those emotions . . . it’s gratifying to see them expressed by you, since you are one of those responsible for the tears I never shed, but would have had I been a weaker man,” Snape breathed. “Get all of it, Mr. Potter."

Harry lapped at Hermione’s face until it was cleansed, forcing himself not to be too disgusted for her sake.

“Taste good. Mr. Potter?” Snape asked, a thin smile on his face. “Don’t forget her breasts.”

Harry lowered his head and licked Hermione’s breasts and the fabric of her bra. The witch shuddered slightly, but said nothing, her head tilted back to give Harry access, her eyes closed. Hermione was all cried out.

Harry noticed that although he ejaculated, he still maintained an erection. He straightened and looked at Snape, trying to make his face emotionless so as not to give Snape any other reward. But the wizard looked gratified anyway.

“Not too shabby,” the Professor said. “Stand up. Both of you.”

Harry rose and helped Hermione up, noticing she wouldn’t look at him.

“Ah, shame. Can’t look your ‘friend’ in the eyes, Miss Granger?” Snape asked with an ugly chuckle as Harry glowered at him.

”Leave her alone,” he said to Snape. “Just tell us what to do next, damn you.”

”You cannot damn a man that’s already been damned, Mr. Potter,” Snape said in a low, harsh voice. “You’ve experienced my damnation for yourself. Do you believe I am capable of anything remotely akin to mercy? Do you think Miss Granger’s tears of shame and reticence give me anything other than pleasure? They don't, and I will prolong that pleasure. Look at him, Miss Granger! Look at your ‘friend!’” he ordered.

Slowly Hermione raised her head and looked up at Harry, her eyes full of misery and despair.

“Yes . . . yes Miss Granger . . . you have only begun to taste what I have fully swallowed down. The only difference between you and I is I refused to be cowed by my defilement. It became my strength, motivation and reason to continue. I will look anyone in the eyes, even the eyes of those who have misused me, as they will find out in time. Yet you hesitate to look your friend of many years in the face because of physical intimacy. You disgust me. The both of you. Gryffindors indeed,” Snape hissed. “You are both cowards to the core.”

Despite her shame, Hermione's amber eyes hardened defiantly.

“I’m . . . no coward,” Hermione said through gritted teeth. “Do your worst, you fucking sick, twisted bastard!”

Snape considered her.

“If I am sick, Miss Granger, it is an honest sick. Now, pull out one of the folding chairs, Mr. Potter,” Snape directed. “Set it in front of me, slightly to the left.”

His nostrils flared, Harry did so, wondering what the wizard was up to now. Snape looked at the chair and seemed satisfied. He looked at the pair and smirked slightly

“What is good for the wizard . . . is also good for the witch, Mr. Potter,” Snape purred. “Miss Granger, grasp the seat of the chair and bend over. Mr. Potter, remove her knickers.”

Hermione bent over the chair, her breathing quickening as she fought to obey the wizard. She had to obey him, to get his forgiveness and get out of this horrible place. Why had they come to him? It would have been better just to live with the guilt. They knew Snape wasn’t going to make it easy, but never imagine this would happen. Never.

Groaning mentally, Harry hooked his hands into Hermione’s knickers and drew them down. Her behind was plump, too rounded for the wizard to appreciate. He preferred the tight, hipless buttocks of males. The witch’s downy vulva seemed wrong and out of place. Snape on the other hand looked appreciative. Hermione had a lot of boom to her broom.

“Now, the fun begins. Spread your legs wider, Miss Granger, and Mr. Potter, get down on your knees. You’re going to feast on her,” the wizard said, mirth in his voice as Harry looked at him.

“But . . . I don’t know how,” Harry protested as he lowered himself to the floor.

“Of course you do, Mr. Potter. I am sure you’ve given rim jobs before.It is the same principle . . . different . . . flavor,” the Potions Master said. “This is less filthy by far. You just have to pretend she's a male.”

Harry dropped his head for a moment as the Professor lewdly tutored him. Evil as the wizard was, he had Harry pegged. It was as if Snape had observed him sexually and memorized his actions. A wave of nausea washed over the young wizard.

Snape continued.

“Now, Mr. Potter use your fingers to part her and look at that little pink core. There is a piece of flesh there that should be pointed and swollen. You are to lick, suck and nibble on and around that. Get started,” the wizard growled.

Grimacing, Harry parted the lips of Hermione’s core. The witch gasped at the contact, her belly tightening, her hair falling around her face so Snape couldn’t see it as she bent over the chair.

“Move your hair aside, witch! I want to see your face as Mr. Potter licks you. I suspect you will like it,” Snape hissed at her.

Hermione swept her hair over to the other side of her head, glaring at Snape for a moment before concentrating on the seat of the chair again. Snape smiled at the glare. Hermione had a little fire, a bit of defiance in her, even if she was a sniveling little crybaby.

Harry leaned closer and the scent of Hermione’s sex washed over him, musky and earthy. He didn’t like it at all. The wizard experimentally licked her. Hermione’s legs shuddered and the witch jerked spasmodically, gasping.

“Ah, sensitive Miss Granger?” Snape asked. “Get licking, Mr. Potter. Apply that mouth like you love doing it!”

Harry took a deep breath and began to lick and suck Hermione, the witch wiggling, her face turning red as she tried not to make sounds of pleasure as Harry’s tongue lashed her. Reflexively, she pushed back against Harry’s face, losing herself, and letting out a deep moan of pleasure.

“I knew you’d like it, Miss Granger. A wet witch has no conscience. So what if it’s your beloved Harry’s tongue licking you under duress? It’s good to you,” Snape said silkily. “You can’t help but want more.”

Even as she writhed against Harry’s mouth, Hermione’s shame at her reaction rose to the fore again, and the seat of the chair was splattered with her tears. Snape watched her cry, elated and rewarded as Harry buried his face between her thighs, trying his best to get this over with. Hermione began to shudder and keen.

“You’re doing marvelously, Mr. Potter . . . she’s almost there. I expect you to drink down what she releases . . . every drop. I want her dry as toast before you pull your face away,” Snape ordered.

Hermione began to pulsate against Harry’s mouth and he wanted to pull away, but he couldn’t. Snape wanted him to finish her. Suddenly Hermione let out a shriek and Harry was literally sprayed in the face with her release, the witch had come so strongly. Harry licked and swallowed and licked and swallowed, doing his best to get through this. He was turned off completely. Harry had never been with a woman, and tonight proved that he was irrefutably gay. His humiliation and disgust knew no bounds as he consumed all of Hermione’s juices, feeling them sticking to his face. Finally he finished and drew away, turning toward Snape, the area around his mouth glistening as Hermione panted.

“Clean his face, Miss Granger,” Snape directed.

Hermione knew protesting wouldn’t do, so she turned around, dropped to her knees and licked Harry’s face without complaint. She kept her eyes closed while she did it.

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” she whispered when she finished, their eyes meeting.

Harry nodded, the taste of her still on his tongue. He sure would like a bit of mouthwash.

“All right, push the chair back against the wall and sit down, both of you. Miss Granger, remove your bra,” Snape said standing up. “The warm-ups were adequate . . . but now it is time for the main event.”

Harry and Hermione sat down, Hermione reaching around and unclasping her bra as the tall, pale wizard began unbuttoning his robes.