If the Crime Fits the Punishment

alright...you all know the drill. i don\'t own any of these characters. j.k. rowling does.... lucky woman. and although i will return them when finished, i intend to have as much fun with them as i dare while i have them. i hope you do, too!

a note for everyone...... this chapter begins some less savory happenings. bloodletting begins here, and i don\'t want anyone getting upset about it. just a warning. nothing else. read at your own peril.....

i\'m still looking for reviews. suggestions are always welcome..... never know where one of them may turn up!

Chapter Four: Past Indiscretions, Future Awareness
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Kendra scowled at Snape as he issued his threat. She shouldn\'t be surprised that he was threatening her. Even though he was chained to the wall, with no way out, he was ever the arrogant git. She opened her mouth, ready to make some scathing remark, when a faint hint of something drifted up from the robes she wore. Her train of thought slipped away for the briefest of moments when her nose picked up the scent of leather and liquor. His scent was indelibly soaked into the cloth of his robes. A faint quiver of something shivered it\'s way up her back, and that simple motion brought her brain back to reality.

\'The time for talking and threatening is over. I think it\'s time to put action to my words,\' she practically whispered, then undid the robes. They slid off her to plunge to the floor. The garments lay puddled on the stone like shed skin. And she smiled in triumph when Snape got a good look at what she was wearing. His eyes looked ready to pop out of his head in his surprise.

She ran her hands over the leather wrapped around her torso with a wicked smile, his gaze following their path. There was heat in that black gaze, and she had to wonder just exactly how long it had been since he\'d last seen a woman in something other than robes of one kind or another. She brought her hands back up the front of the corset, allowing them to stop and cup her breasts. His eyes stayed level with her hands. \' It appears you like my choice in clothing,\' she stepped a few inches closer.

\' I had no idea that a piece of dead animal flesh could be made so appealing by anyone,\' Snape managed to say, even though it sounded very much like his throat was parched. She gave a faint smile, then dropped her hands to her sides. She noted that his eyes stayed locked on her abundantly overflowing chest. She allowed him to look a few moments longer, then turned her back to him. She heard the muffled gasp as he took note of her mostly exposed backside, the leather thong showing off both bare cheeks.

\'What\'s the matter, Professor? Have you never seen a woman clad in lingerie before?\' she questioned sweetly while she moved back into the darkness. He lost sight of her, and breathed a sigh of relief. Severus would never admit it, but seeing so much of her well built body was starting to do a number on his equilibrium. It had been quite some time since any woman had been able to entice him. His first glimpse of the leather corset had left him speechless for a moment or two.

It was laced tight, shoving most of her well endowed bosom up. It looked as if she would fall out of the thing with one wrong move. Then she had turned, and he\'d not been able to stifle the faint noise he\'d made. He could, for some reason, imagine sinking his teeth into both of those perfect globes. With that visual streaming into his mind, his cock decided to stand partially at attention. Damnation! He certainly didn\'t want the little chit to see him in such a state. It would be most undignified. He needed to think of something unpleasant to relax his partially stiffened shaft. Gilderoy Lockhart\'s patently false, brilliant white smile flashed through his brain, instantly killing any lascivious thoughts he was having.

She turned back toward him then, and he managed to school his face into it\'s usual look of disdain. She carried a small table in her hands, a piece of dark red cloth laid over the top of whatever lay on it. Silently, she set the table down at the edge of the light ring, then stared at him for a moment. \'Do you like what you see, Professor?\' she asked him, her hands spread out so his view would not be hampered by them. She even twirled so he got the full view. When no comment was immediately forth coming, she dared a look over her shoulder. Triumph lit her eyes. \'What? No scathing comment from the good Professor? I am shocked.\'

When Kendra fully faced Snape again, she lifted a brow in silent question. He swallowed hard, then nodded once, an abrupt movement of his head. She gave a laugh and grinned at him. \' I\'ll be sure to let Draco know that his suggestion was well received.\' His eyebrow shot up at this, and she had to chuckle softly. He obviously hadn\'t heard what the snarky Slytherin godlet had done after graduation. She decided it wouldn\'t hurt to enlighten him.

\' It seems Draco had a change of heart about his Father and the whole Voldemort business. After he got out of school, he told Lucius to go to hell, then took out a sizeble loan from Gringott\'s and purchased a fetish shop. It\'s off Diagon Alley. It\'s called Malfoy\'s Malicious Fetish Fancy. He sells a variety of items there,\' she informed Severus, making a gesture to her leather garb. \'He helped me pick this particular emsemble out. In fact, he even asked me if he could help me out of it. I told him maybe later.\'

Snape felt a peculiar pang at the mention of Malfoy seeing her dressed as she was. Particularly at the mention of seeing her without clothing on. He squashed whatever it was, even though he managed to mutter under his breath without her over hearing him. \' I must remember to owl Malfoy and tell him thank you.\'

Kendra had turned her back to him and was busy pulling the cloth off her little table. The square of red drifted to the floor, forgotten the moment she let go of it. Severus let his gaze slip from her leather encased chest to the items sitting on the table top. There were only two. A bottle of what he decided was some kind of potion or poison. The other was both an interesting and curious thing. If he wasn\'t mistaken, it was an old straight razor. She saw his eyes land on it and let her gaze settle on his bared chest. He got the impression that she was ready to begin his torture.

\' I think you should know I can probably stand up to most anything you do to me,\' he commented off handedly. \' I\'m sure by now even you have been made aware of my past associations. If I can survive being a Death Eater, I can survive anything you can think up.\'

\' We shall see, Professor. We shall see,\' she replied as she lifted the razor up in her left hand. She advanced on him for the space of a heart beat, then stopped and cocked her head. She stepped back into the dark for a moment, reappearing momentarily. A noise that could only be described as hard rock music echoed off the stone walls. When she saw his pained, yet curious expression, she explained. \'The group is called Disturbed. The song Is called *Down With The Sickness.* Appropriate, don\'t you think?\'

\'To torture me? Absolutely,\' he agreed emphatically.

\'No, silly..... to set the mood,\' she flicked her wrist. It took several moments before he realized that she had, with that quick movement, sliced a long gash in the skin across his abdomen. It took another moment or two for the burning line of pain to make it\'s self known. By then, he could feel warm blood sliding over his cool flesh.

\'You call that torture? I can barely even feel it, it\'s so insignificant,\' Severus said with a large quantity of smugness in his voice. The thing was barely more than a scratch, as far as he was concerned. She was more annoying to him than her feeble attempt at torturing him. She said nothing, only offered up another of her self satisfied smiles. Her hand moved before he was aware of it, and the scratch suddenly started to sting.

Snape looked down and saw that she had managed to trace over the first cut exactly, deepening it. It bled a little heavier than before. How she had managed it, he was unsure, but he decided that he had very possibly underestimated her abilities. If she continued making cuts in the same manner, they would eventually become painful. His eyes lifted and met hers. The smile was gone. The same burning intensity he had seen in her jeweled eyes earlier had returned. He was becoming very aware of just how deep her insane preoccupation with inflicting pain upon him ran.

He didn\'t flinch as the third strike hit in the exact spot as the other two. The sting in his abdomen became a dull throb. She stared at him silently for a moment or two, studying the contrast between his smooth, pale flesh and the crimson fall of blood that slowly dripped toward the waistband of his trousers. He could only thank whatever gods listening that his preferred color was black. She seemed to be thinking, and he could tell when whatever she\'d been considering was decided by the look on her face. \' I know what\'s missing,\' her voice was soft, lacking any discernable emotion.

Kendra waved her wand, whispering under her breath. Her empty hand was held out, palm up. The tip of her wand swung toward the awaiting appendage, where a cylindrical shaped item appeared out of thin air. Snape gave a faint start, reading the word Salt emblazened across the container. Without a sound, except for the blaring of the music... the same song repeating it\'s self, she shook some of the white crystals into her hand. Then she was rubbing them into his open flesh.

His stomach muscles contracted hard as the dull throb became a burning throb. He kept himself from expressing any other signs, forcing himself to keep a blank face. She lifted her hand so he could see the smears of his life\'s blood across the open palm. Slowly, in an almost sensual manner, she lifted the soiled hand to her face. Her tongue glided out from between her rosy lips to lick at his blood. When her eyes closed in enjoyment, he gritted his teeth. Not because of the burn that kept his muscles clenched, but because of the very explicit scene playing out in his head. He could think of at least one other place that she could lick like that. His cock seemed to agree, because it forgot all about Lockhart as it stood to attention again.

When she opened her eyes again, having fully memorized the taste of his blood, he had his face under control. It was the only thing he had under control. Severus sincerely hoped she didn\'t look too closely at his now rather tight trousers. He would be mortified for her to have hard proof of the effect her torture was having on his body. The evil woman would probably laugh at him for his lustful thoughts. He seriously doubted she\'d ever want a man such as him. Especially when he knew she could have Draco Malfoy if she wanted. At the drop of a....corset. For some reason, that thought made him rather want to strangle the blonde instead of thank him.

\'Mmmm. You taste good,\' she told him, and that statement had him nearly groaning out loud. Her voice was full of the dreamy quality that he knew a woman could have after a good bout of sex. Oh, she was torturing him alright. Not with her sharp blade, but with the sensual images she was inadvertantly giving him. He could imagine hearing that voice after he\'d ruthlessly fucked her into orgasm. He could imagine the look of supreme contentment that would be on her face. He could imagine quite a few things, and all they were doing was making him harder than steel.

\' I\'m so glad you\'ve found me to be of some use, Miss MacLeod,\' Snape jeered in his nastiest possible tone. It was the one she remembered from school. Her eyes narrowed. A frown turned the corners of her mouth down. Her response was to merely lift the razor from the table top again, swinging at him with practiced precision.

By the time Kendra placed the razor and the salt down on the table for the last time, Snape\'s flesh was a masterpiece of wounds and blood. Dried, still drying, and still flowing. Bright crimson red to dark red to muddy red brown covered him. It was shocking against his pale skin. He hadn\'t made a sound, hadn\'t flinched once. And she had made so many cuts. She couldn\'t count how many of them decorated his chest and arms. His muscles, however, couldn\'t be controlled so well. They clenched tight with each rubbing of salt. He was under the impression she was unaware of his erection, but she had noticed it from the very first. A small thrill of power had coursed through her at the idea that she was able to arouse him. Until she\'d tamped down on it. She didn\'t want him to want her...... Or did she?

She had to admit, the feeling of being in control over him was heady. She could tell she found it arousing, if her pebbled nipples rubbing hard against the leather corset and the now wet crotch of the thong panties were anything to go by. What had really turned her on, though, was the first taste of his blood from her hand. It was metallic and salty from her liberal dose to the cut. It had tasted wonderful to her. The flavor of him had caused muscles low in her belly to contract with need.

She risked a glance in his direction. His head was down, slumped over his chest as if he were sleeping. She knew he wasn\'t, knew he merely wanted to pretend she wasn\'t there. She let her gaze rake his entire length, resting it for several moments on the tent in the front of his trousers. He was as turned on by what she had done as she was. That gave her even more ideas, wicked ideas she hadn\'t thought of before. There were some other things she could do to torture him. And there would be no way for him to deny that it was working. His body would tell her, without any words at all, of his surrender.....

He knew she stood and stared at him. He could feel her eyes upon him. Severus could think of only one thing that would keep her there. She was gloating. Not that he had given her one sign of being in pain or even noticing what she\'d done. The cuts were superficial. They weren\'t the source of his discomfort. She was. She had enjoyed everything she had done to him. And he would never admit that some part of him had enjoyed it, too. If he were free.....well, that would be an entirely different matter.

After a long period of time, the noise of the song left the chamber. The silence stretched between the two of them as the moments ticked by. He was not going to give her the satisfaction of hearing his voice. He was not going to say anything to her..... No matter what it was he needed. She finally sighed, and he looked up at her. Wand in hand, she stood in the middle of the room and pointed it at the far wall. With a whispered charm, a small bed appeared by the far wall. The tip of her wand turned, then in another moment a bed was positioned near where Snape stood.

Kendra moved toward him as she lifted the bottle from the table, popping the top with one finger. Her empty hand captured his chin while she tipped the rim of the bottle to his lips. He kept them firmly shut, eyes glaring down at her. \'Open your sodding mouth, you arrogant bastard! It\'s a healing potion. Do you think I\'d go through all this trouble, only to poison you?\'

When he cocked his brow, she went on. \'Okay, so I might poison you. But not this early in the game. I\'ve not made you pay nearly enough.\' When he still stubbornly refused to open his mouth, she sighed heavily as she set the bottle on her table top. She lifted the razor again. He wondered for all of two seconds what she was about to do. She held her hand out, drawing the blade across her palm. Lifted it so he could see the small cut she\'d unflinchingly given herself. She set the razor down, then lifted the bottle once again. She took a drink, allowed him to watch the cut close it\'s self. \'Honestly, you\'re as paranoid as they come. You did manage to teach me something other than hate, you know. One might be able to persuade me to admit you are actually quite a good Professor. Under torture, of course.\'

\'My, a compliment. I think my heart is all aflutter in my chest,\' he murmured so soflty, she wasn\'t sure if he was mocking her or not. But when she lifted the bottle to his lips again, he didn\'t need any more prompting. He swallowed the potion docilely. However, without use of his hands or being able to properly tilt his head, he managed to dribble some down his chin. He snarled a curse under his breath when she took the bottle away. The curse died on his lips when her tongue snaked out to lick the drop from his chin. The brief touch sent waves of desire rippling the entire length of his body. Before he could manage more than a breath, she had moved away from him toward the other side of the room.

She waved her wand. The table, along with it\'s contents, dissappeared. Second wave. It was nearly totally devoid of light except a small one near his head. Another wave. He found himself settled on the bed she\'d conjured next to him. His hands were still chained, this time to the head of the bed with enough slack that he would not be entirely uncomfortable through out the night. He heard the creaking of springs from the darkened side of the chamber and realized she was making preparations for bed. He heard a great sigh, then the dull thud of something slightly heavy hitting the floor of the chamber to signify she was ready to retire.

\'Much better,\' she murmured to herself, and he knew that she had just removed the constrictive corset. His erection jumped at the thought of her being nearly naked across the room. He cursed under his breath. Going to sleep with a hard cock was not his idea of rest. \'Good night, Professor. Pleasant dreams......\' her voice trailed off into the darkness. And Severus was almost certain that she knew he would have more than pleasant dreams, and very much less than a good night.......

end chapter four.
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my many thanks to Madam Shark, as usual. she is such a big help with all this.

and again to Kenly Sekuri, you make me grin in goofy ways with all your praise.

Simone, i\'m writing as fast as i can. i\'m looking forward to both of those, as well. the chocloate syrup will be put ot good use, i promise! ;p

and to bogan, yes, i *had* to leave it there. ain\'t i a stinker? not to worry, more chapters are coming hence forth. i\'m sort of obsessed with this at the moment. (and it doesn\'t hurt that some people are practically *begging* me to continue!)