To Be A Slave
Unwanted Pleasure
Dear Readers,
Yay!!! I made it to the 4th chapter! I admit that I haven't updated for a looonnnng time, I'm sooooooo sorry! But I hade writers block and it took me forever to think of how I want Snape to be like. :D But get ready because I'm going to leave a cliff hanger for you guys! Mwa Ha Ha Ha!
- HornyHermione
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To Be A Slave
Unwanted Pleasure
By: HornyHermione
The dank dungeon air filtered through her thin blouse, and her legs trembled slightly. She couldn't move, the mirror was entrancing, yet hypnotizing her to remain there. Her chest heaved, as she took a deep breath and calculated her ways to escape. Suddenly, without warning, Snape slid up behind her and bending down, whispered in her ear "How very Gryffindor of you to try to escape... Too bad the door is locked."
With a jolt, she realized that Snape had started unbuttoning her shirt."Oh no, you evil bastard..."
"Oh yes" Snape breathed down her neck.
With sheer will, Hermione broke free from the mirror and ran for the door, but it wouldn't budge.
"Give me my wand."
It was surprising how this little girl was able to form the growl that ose up from her form.
"Not yet, I'm not quite finished with you."
And with a flourish of his robes, Snape dissapeared.
And reaapeared by her side.
Too shocked to move, Snape moved an iron grip onto her arm and dragged her onto the bed again.
"I played nice... But it seems like you would like it particularily rough." He snarled through gritted teeth as he ripped the clothes off the little girl's body.
No, no! Hermione gasped, her suspicions confirmed.
She was about to get taken by the person who was her captor...
But Snape leant in and harshly whispered, "It isn't your choice."
And a flicker of his wand and Hermione's hands were raised above her head and bound to the headboard of the bed, her feet tied to the posts of the bed.
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I couldn't breath. This could not be happening. My onetime Professor who was at least 19 years my senior was looking at me in just my bra and panties. The air (which was far too cold for my liking) caused goosebumps to rise on my skin, and because of this position, my pelvis was lifted slightly off the bed. Evil bastard, I said, forcing my tears back. But he said nothing, and I noticed his gaze lingering on my breasts far too long. So, it seemed like, all that studying, memorizing, was too come down to nothing? And I wouldn't even be able to take my O.W.L's for heaven's sake. And when he walked closer to me, I couldn't help it. I was not going to be his toy willingly. I gathered up my breath to shout...
And the most humiliating thing happened. I burst into tears. Snape didn't seem to care one bit, his smirk was still there. The odd thing was, trough my blurred vision, I saw a look of hurt, confusion and misunderstanding cross his face, but it didn't happen. The next second he was at my side and ripping off what was remained of my clothes. By now I had calmed down, but this was embarrasing. No one had ever seen me naked before, not even my dormates, and who knew when was the last time my mother had seen me naked. But the inevitable was still going to happen, I could see the lust evident in his eyes.
Tears were now uncontrollably streaking across my face as he took in my body. Was he going to find me ugly? I was always flat. Why was I even thinking this?
!!! WARNING !!! This chapter is not fnished yet. I will update soon!