The Lolita Complex...or the Thinking Human Psyche
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The Signs of Obsession
Alpha: HELLO THERE!! Okay so…….this will be completely different from the usual things I write about. (And first time ever posting something up on AFF.net) Reason: This story in itself is extremely dark in every aspect, that it even creep me the hell out. Well this is my take on a dark smutty smut, smut fic. Because I highly doubt I’ll be posting this one on FF.net because of the content…but if I do (which will end up being a most definite, it will have deleted scenes, but the full version of this will of course be on AFF.net because well it just has too because its just that! A website for ADULT Fan Fiction DUH!!)
I am not going to give everything away…all I can tell you its very very very very very very very SINISTER! DIABOLICAL!...etc. etc. etc….well okay maybe not that evil…but HELL! The thoughts portrayed in this surely freak me the hell out! Especially since I am one to do more fan fictions with fighting and action and adventure and all the fluffiness in between…*even though I have yet to finish any of them as of yet hehe*…in fact I think the only story I think was angsty and dark was my Tenchi Muyo AU fic…but not even that story can compare to this one and yes! IT WILL HAVE A PLOT!... *whines* I just can’t do ‘PWP’!...to tell you the truth I JUST NOW figured out what all those naughty content codes meant!...don’t ask. But to just say it this way than naming all the naughty things this will entail to…It will most likely have every little naughty thing EXCEPT!!!…okay forget that for the sole reason there are WAY too many of them and I believe I’m only using maybe four to seven if even! I’ll just NAME them: F/M, N/C, A/U of course, *sweat drops* umm yeah BSDM, *gulps and mumbles* Rape *screams* I CANNOT Believe I just said that!! …, so there’s also Voy., Torture, umm and that’s it I don’t think I’ll have anything else and if I do I’ll just say so before the start of the chapter.
Well I also point out that I hope this is the FIRST time for someone to ever attempt a story like this, *even though the material most likely will sound soooooooo cliché’ to everyone else* Because I’m not a fan of reading teacher/student, or adult/minor for that manner stories. *sweats so yeah…that’s about it*
Oh BTW, here’s a little rant for ya….I DO hope you take me serious here…*rolls eyes in a sarcastic manner*…
Alpha here again… “has a cheesy smile plastered on her face” okay that’s get a few things cleared away here so I ain’t saying the same thing over and over again. Firstly, this is my first naughty fan fiction ever written ‘sarcastic yeah me insert’. And I will also note that I have only seen the movies, I haven’t heard of Harry Potter until the movies, I didn’t know it was based off a book series. And don’t give me the ‘you’re such a dumb ass’ look. I bet you a good 40 percent of you maybe never heard of the books (that is assuming you have even read one of the books which I have not read any…yet) before the movie too so don’t get cocky! So just enjoy it or loathe it whatever….
Disclaimer: ….*sighs*…no…so there and leave me alone already! YOU ALREADY KNOW THIS MY GOD PEOPLE!!...
Okay here’s the story
The Lolita Complex…Or the Thinking Process of the Human Psyche
Chapter 0.0: The Signs of Obsession
“Break them…be gentle or be rough with them? Beautiful they are, admired they are, desired they are…”
*Flashback*
Flushed skin, writhing in pleasure, panting, body glistening with sweat, pretty face twisted in pain… Mind clouded, can’t decide between her feeling pain and pleasure, both are overwhelming.
*End*
“Break them…Torture their baby soft flesh, confuse them by caressing them lovingly…while ravaging them, ridden them of their maddening virginities…”
*Flashback*
The flow of blood circulation is decreased in the wrists, tied painfully to the bed post. Exhaustion is felt throughout the body, but her voice wails loudly both from pain and pleasure. Her captor never relenting making her cry from the harshness of her virginity being taken away by force and at the same time feeling the need to orgasm, yet never reaching it.
*End*
“Break them… Make them fear you, rape their innocence, this is to show your superiority and make them obedient to your every beck and call…”
*Flashback*
Blood, blood between the thighs, blood and secretions from him and from her, flow to the bed sheets underneath. Blood covering the thick sheath that penetrates her aching womanhood. Her eyes tightly shut, not wanting to look into the face of a man; she thought she could trust someone you go to for help when you don’t understand the questions on your schoolwork. A man that is licking, caressing, biting, kissing on her body; tugging softly on her strands of hair; still never relenting, even after releasing himself more than once inside her womanhood.
*end*
“Break them…You can trust them never to say a word about it, and if they betray you, you could always murder them like the satanic sadist you are. But let’s hope it doesn’t have to come to that, after all they are still exhibiting an innocent nature with their angelic pretty faces and their lithe, goddess like bodies. Even after you indulged in stealing their maidenhoods by force. The innocence still portrayed by them is so overpowering you just have to rape them into masochistic submission, over and over again until their pretty faces no longer are so innocent but haunted, full of feeling dehumanized, and suicidal depression…”
*Flashback*
Her legs clutch in a tight grip around his muscular body, for she is coming into the realization that she is on the verge of climaxing. She doesn’t understand any of this, shouldn’t be feeling the way she does, feeling the sensations of pleasure when her body is so full of pain. She is almost there…then she isn’t…her assailant switching from giving her bliss to dishing out excruciating pain. Her wrists hurt; there are deep dark red markings visible from her moving around and griping her bindings tightly from her enduring the rough sexual assault. She feels pain, than pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure- soft and hard- pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain- rough and gentle- pain and pleasure and thus the pattern recycles itself. She screams and his deep harsh voice tells her he will not relent, his torture until she came. The feeling of humiliation, bewilderment, and soaked tear stains on her face and on the pillow as she tightens her thighs and legs into a squeeze on his body. As her bruised vagina finally tightens around her assailant’s thick and long manhood; and finally feeling the ecstasy of orgasm fast and hard, her lips parted and the sweetest sound he ever hears is ‘PROFESSOR!!’…
*End*
“Break them…Break them...The one with the pale flawless skin, or that one with the genuinely large bust, or her with the pretty big blue eyes. The one with those alluring almond shape eyes. Or she with the dark caramel velvet skin. She with the pretty slanted cat-like eyes or the one with braids in her hair. The one with red wavy strands of silk for hair or how about her; the one who shies away with the nice round posterior, or her with the small child-like petite frame. She who wears pigtails in her hair, or the one with the innocent school girl uniform on looking ripe for the taking? And the list goes on…”
*Flashback*
Releasing his seed one last time, he relents freeing his object of lust from himself. She screamed ‘Professor’, only professor. He supposed that is okay, she’s his plaything now. No one can have her, she was spoiled goods, and she is just a vision of horrific beauty. The way he manically stares at her spent nude form in front of him. The way she is still tightly tied to the bedpost, and her chest heaving, droplets of sweat fall off her body and the way her legs were widely sprawled out in front of her, revealing the crime that was done. He smirks at the sinful deed he has committed; lusting and obsessing over another one of his pretty young female students. The blood, and there was a lot of blood that he made flow from that tight vagina that once held a treasured purity of which he ruined and stole from her. He saw how it looked between her legs and he relished in the thought that he caused it all.
*End*
“Oh Yes! Breaking them was very fun, breaking virgins was even better. Knowing the girl you plan to rape was never touched and tight to fit on you- just sent shivers down the spine! Sometimes its fun to torture a girl who is wanton and willing like a common whore. Just as it is fun to torture one that is not willing to have forbidden sex with her teacher…”
*Flashback*
He pulled very, very hard on her soft silky dark brownish-red hair with streaks of blonde in her bangs. His other hand, softly rubbing her freezing body; running pale fingers up her thigh underneath her skirt. Coaxing her in a sweet manner to get her to be silent and stop crying or he’ll snap her head in two. While silent but still having tears fall freely, she was slowly being undressed by her sadistic professor. She was being felt all over with his hands wanting to escape but too weak to fight him. She suddenly screamed when he roughly pushed two fingers inside her already sore sex.
For her disobedience to his coaxing, he pushed her harshly down on the ground. Straddling her freezing pale body on her stomach, him behind her, roughly yanking her hair and pushing her beautiful young terrorized face into the stinging ice cold water of the lake while he thrust into her painful core. He forced her head up after twenty seconds; she coughed and gagged spitting out water that was forced down her lungs. He yelled at her to come and then he’ll stop his torture. He forced her head back down again, than up again, than down again, and so on until she came on him he stopped drowning her in the water but didn’t relent his penetrating, turning her around as her ghostly white face stared up at him, screaming. He was still holding onto her hair just not as hard and painful.
Suddenly he came into her and as the final feeling of his release subsided, he gently took her cold face still grasping for breath in his hand and swiftly and severely snapped her neck. His poor, poor plaything she did within the second he killed her. He really hated to kill them; they were so young and so beautiful. His recent pet he only seconds ago killed, still look beautiful as ever, her eyes closed peacefully as if she were only sleeping. His last deed before burying her in a makeshift grave was to kiss her softly and tenderly on her cold bluish tinged lips. Using a spell to make floating flower petals to fall soundlessly to her dead body…
*End of Flashback*
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
Another dreamless sleep, well a dream that was also apart of his past. The middle aged man still had not bother to remove his person from the bed, nor did he open is eyes. He still was too caught up in that memory lamenting if you will over the last pretty pet he owned.
Pretty, pretty, pretty even in death she was. He didn’t want to kill her, but it was necessary. She was a pureblooded young witch who was surprisingly a death eater. She had betrayed Voldemort and as far as his reputation is concern, she nearly notified people about him. That was a big no-no. Well Voldemort was suddenly no more not that he cared at all one bit.
After her, he hadn’t taken a new pet to reuse again and again. Not that his short break from his obsession of virgins ended. In fact his obsession for having sexual relations with virgins had him dedicating his summers whisk away in a dark, dank and hot dungeon, slaying over a potion that actually gave his sweet pure angels their virginities again. It not only let him fulfill his diabolical fantasies, it also gave him an alibi along with using the obilivate charm if necessary he actually liked for his victims to remember who it is that haunts their every second of every minute of every hour. But if it had to come to obilivate, than no one was the wiser and of course he made potions to fix problems of casting memory spells as well. The other alibi he cherished more in that moment was that he was a metamorphagus, which he used to his advantage.
If he had to kill one of his pets for example, which he always buried after kissing them in death and making floating flower petals descend to earth. Each a representation of her purity, grace, beauty, intelligence, and one for him mourning over her untimely death. He needed another pet, and quite luckily found himself with two of the loveliest girls who contrary to popular belief held silly school girl crushes on he the surly voiced, greasy and oily, sarcastic, evil Head of Slytherin House. He, who made it his life’s job to torment the foolish students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Well that was his persona on the surface; his other persona was releasing his pent up sexual frustrations on the female student populace. If one really wanted to, they could pass him up as being a border line schizophrenic murderer. Oh but the wonders of magic right? No one would ever know about it.
The dark hair of the potions masters’ swayed as he in a hurried sort of fashion clasped the last final button into place on his black robes. He sourly looked at his ever looking way too old appearance. He always debated on whether he should care more about his appearance; not that he ever cared before; but he had to grudgingly agree with his conscious that he did look too old even for him; and that is saying something.
He thought long and hard about altering his appearance a bit more so that he at least looked his age, rather than looking beyond 60. But he had to admit this look was far more suited; as it got him the desired reaction he loved to get out of his students; which of course was fear and respect. He did use his real appearance, which was the same him; just looking a bit younger and less…scary when he was in possession of one of his favorite sex toys. They did seem to like it better and thought it suited him best; so he decided he’ll take the initiative to look more his age than a perverted old man…well a perverted old man not in his thirties. He didn’t see why they thought he was rather ‘good-looking’ if even that. He never in his point of view anyhow; possessed the charisma, out-going, sexy as a god persona like those bloody marauders. Especially Black and Potter, of course he couldn’t forget Lupin, that damn werewolf if he really wanted to, could look quite attractive and very popular with the young ladies. Just thinking of Black and Lupin disgust him; damn bastards had managed jobs as professors. Personally, the potions master thought that Dumbledore really needed to be sent to St. Mungos; because he had finally lost it. Oh well, he needed to concentrate on the finer things in life; like cute girls he could plan to toy with.
Hmm, speaking of playthings; the two he had now; a sexy Ravenclaw and a lovely Hufflepuff were a means to a solution. He even had the pleasure of accompanying his Pretty Dominatrix and Cute Gullible Masochist during the summer holidays. But now summer was near its end; and they would be returning, they would be his new toys now the girls now in sixth year, the ones he hadn’t fooled around with yet now in seventh year; and the ones he had the pleasure of messing with before.
Though there was just one young woman he thought about, but never really cared to bother with. She was quite cute over the course of six years; that he had to bare having in his class. But nothing really spectacular; at least not to him. Though she was the smartest Witch of her time, maybe he would rethink his opinions of her when he saw her again. Even if he starts to obsess over her, she would prove a challenge with Potter and Weasley always around as if they were joined and inseparable at the hips.
“Professor…I need help with a little problem- Professor Snape…”
Than there was Malfoy; both Malfoys to be exact; Draco on one hand he learned liked the little Mudblood-a lot! But Snape didn’t care she wasn’t of interest to him anyway.
“Mmm…that feels nice Professor…do it again…”
Lucius, well he similarly shared his interest in young girls; but had an entirely different way of going about it. If he could recall; he did remember Lucius commenting about Miss Granger’s looks after seeing her in a book store in Diagon Alley one summer.
“Hehehe…Aww professor…you are such a tease! Don’t play like that; you know how it makes me react…”
Zabini, Blaise Zabini was another one that boy and Draco somehow miraculously became the best of buddies with Granger sixth year. Even Blaise thought the Mud-blood was a hot little number.
“Professor…show me again…professor…oh professor it hurts!”
Now that he thought about it, the whole male population had been gawking in some fashion at the bookworm. What made them compel to even look her way?
“NO NO STOP IT PROFESSOR!”
It dawned on him, Hermione Granger was every man’s new fantasy for one reason or another. Even in the naughty dreams of Weasley and Potter and the greatest part about it was that she was completely oblivious to all of it: the looks, the comments, everything.
“You’re hurting me! Please no more…”
The Gryffindor Princess had surely grown up; she was no longer just ‘cute’ she was an ethereal beauty. She just had to be if even a Malfoy found her looks sultry yet innocent.
“Professor…yes…no…don’t…please…Professor!”
Okay, so he now suddenly wanted Granger to be his new toy for the year; before she had to chance to be claimed by anyone else.
“Professor Snape…”
But he would just have to see what this year would bring him; of course as he walked briskly from the dungeons he could already picture in his mind what he would do to ruin the Muggle born witch.
“Professor Snape…please fuck me again Professor?”
Yes, a very looked forward to year indeed. All he had to do was just wait until the next day and she would be in his clutches. He didn’t know how, but for the moment until he had her where he wanted her, she would be his little sex toy in the dark recesses of his mind.
“Please…Professor…Snape?”
That ends this chapter. Sooooo yeah let me know what ya think…like I said you can love it or hate it…I don’t care. *Sends chills down my spine*…
I am not going to give everything away…all I can tell you its very very very very very very very SINISTER! DIABOLICAL!...etc. etc. etc….well okay maybe not that evil…but HELL! The thoughts portrayed in this surely freak me the hell out! Especially since I am one to do more fan fictions with fighting and action and adventure and all the fluffiness in between…*even though I have yet to finish any of them as of yet hehe*…in fact I think the only story I think was angsty and dark was my Tenchi Muyo AU fic…but not even that story can compare to this one and yes! IT WILL HAVE A PLOT!... *whines* I just can’t do ‘PWP’!...to tell you the truth I JUST NOW figured out what all those naughty content codes meant!...don’t ask. But to just say it this way than naming all the naughty things this will entail to…It will most likely have every little naughty thing EXCEPT!!!…okay forget that for the sole reason there are WAY too many of them and I believe I’m only using maybe four to seven if even! I’ll just NAME them: F/M, N/C, A/U of course, *sweat drops* umm yeah BSDM, *gulps and mumbles* Rape *screams* I CANNOT Believe I just said that!! …, so there’s also Voy., Torture, umm and that’s it I don’t think I’ll have anything else and if I do I’ll just say so before the start of the chapter.
Well I also point out that I hope this is the FIRST time for someone to ever attempt a story like this, *even though the material most likely will sound soooooooo cliché’ to everyone else* Because I’m not a fan of reading teacher/student, or adult/minor for that manner stories. *sweats so yeah…that’s about it*
Oh BTW, here’s a little rant for ya….I DO hope you take me serious here…*rolls eyes in a sarcastic manner*…
Alpha here again… “has a cheesy smile plastered on her face” okay that’s get a few things cleared away here so I ain’t saying the same thing over and over again. Firstly, this is my first naughty fan fiction ever written ‘sarcastic yeah me insert’. And I will also note that I have only seen the movies, I haven’t heard of Harry Potter until the movies, I didn’t know it was based off a book series. And don’t give me the ‘you’re such a dumb ass’ look. I bet you a good 40 percent of you maybe never heard of the books (that is assuming you have even read one of the books which I have not read any…yet) before the movie too so don’t get cocky! So just enjoy it or loathe it whatever….
Disclaimer: ….*sighs*…no…so there and leave me alone already! YOU ALREADY KNOW THIS MY GOD PEOPLE!!...
Okay here’s the story
The Lolita Complex…Or the Thinking Process of the Human Psyche
Chapter 0.0: The Signs of Obsession
“Break them…be gentle or be rough with them? Beautiful they are, admired they are, desired they are…”
*Flashback*
Flushed skin, writhing in pleasure, panting, body glistening with sweat, pretty face twisted in pain… Mind clouded, can’t decide between her feeling pain and pleasure, both are overwhelming.
*End*
“Break them…Torture their baby soft flesh, confuse them by caressing them lovingly…while ravaging them, ridden them of their maddening virginities…”
*Flashback*
The flow of blood circulation is decreased in the wrists, tied painfully to the bed post. Exhaustion is felt throughout the body, but her voice wails loudly both from pain and pleasure. Her captor never relenting making her cry from the harshness of her virginity being taken away by force and at the same time feeling the need to orgasm, yet never reaching it.
*End*
“Break them… Make them fear you, rape their innocence, this is to show your superiority and make them obedient to your every beck and call…”
*Flashback*
Blood, blood between the thighs, blood and secretions from him and from her, flow to the bed sheets underneath. Blood covering the thick sheath that penetrates her aching womanhood. Her eyes tightly shut, not wanting to look into the face of a man; she thought she could trust someone you go to for help when you don’t understand the questions on your schoolwork. A man that is licking, caressing, biting, kissing on her body; tugging softly on her strands of hair; still never relenting, even after releasing himself more than once inside her womanhood.
*end*
“Break them…You can trust them never to say a word about it, and if they betray you, you could always murder them like the satanic sadist you are. But let’s hope it doesn’t have to come to that, after all they are still exhibiting an innocent nature with their angelic pretty faces and their lithe, goddess like bodies. Even after you indulged in stealing their maidenhoods by force. The innocence still portrayed by them is so overpowering you just have to rape them into masochistic submission, over and over again until their pretty faces no longer are so innocent but haunted, full of feeling dehumanized, and suicidal depression…”
*Flashback*
Her legs clutch in a tight grip around his muscular body, for she is coming into the realization that she is on the verge of climaxing. She doesn’t understand any of this, shouldn’t be feeling the way she does, feeling the sensations of pleasure when her body is so full of pain. She is almost there…then she isn’t…her assailant switching from giving her bliss to dishing out excruciating pain. Her wrists hurt; there are deep dark red markings visible from her moving around and griping her bindings tightly from her enduring the rough sexual assault. She feels pain, than pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure- soft and hard- pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain- rough and gentle- pain and pleasure and thus the pattern recycles itself. She screams and his deep harsh voice tells her he will not relent, his torture until she came. The feeling of humiliation, bewilderment, and soaked tear stains on her face and on the pillow as she tightens her thighs and legs into a squeeze on his body. As her bruised vagina finally tightens around her assailant’s thick and long manhood; and finally feeling the ecstasy of orgasm fast and hard, her lips parted and the sweetest sound he ever hears is ‘PROFESSOR!!’…
*End*
“Break them…Break them...The one with the pale flawless skin, or that one with the genuinely large bust, or her with the pretty big blue eyes. The one with those alluring almond shape eyes. Or she with the dark caramel velvet skin. She with the pretty slanted cat-like eyes or the one with braids in her hair. The one with red wavy strands of silk for hair or how about her; the one who shies away with the nice round posterior, or her with the small child-like petite frame. She who wears pigtails in her hair, or the one with the innocent school girl uniform on looking ripe for the taking? And the list goes on…”
*Flashback*
Releasing his seed one last time, he relents freeing his object of lust from himself. She screamed ‘Professor’, only professor. He supposed that is okay, she’s his plaything now. No one can have her, she was spoiled goods, and she is just a vision of horrific beauty. The way he manically stares at her spent nude form in front of him. The way she is still tightly tied to the bedpost, and her chest heaving, droplets of sweat fall off her body and the way her legs were widely sprawled out in front of her, revealing the crime that was done. He smirks at the sinful deed he has committed; lusting and obsessing over another one of his pretty young female students. The blood, and there was a lot of blood that he made flow from that tight vagina that once held a treasured purity of which he ruined and stole from her. He saw how it looked between her legs and he relished in the thought that he caused it all.
*End*
“Oh Yes! Breaking them was very fun, breaking virgins was even better. Knowing the girl you plan to rape was never touched and tight to fit on you- just sent shivers down the spine! Sometimes its fun to torture a girl who is wanton and willing like a common whore. Just as it is fun to torture one that is not willing to have forbidden sex with her teacher…”
*Flashback*
He pulled very, very hard on her soft silky dark brownish-red hair with streaks of blonde in her bangs. His other hand, softly rubbing her freezing body; running pale fingers up her thigh underneath her skirt. Coaxing her in a sweet manner to get her to be silent and stop crying or he’ll snap her head in two. While silent but still having tears fall freely, she was slowly being undressed by her sadistic professor. She was being felt all over with his hands wanting to escape but too weak to fight him. She suddenly screamed when he roughly pushed two fingers inside her already sore sex.
For her disobedience to his coaxing, he pushed her harshly down on the ground. Straddling her freezing pale body on her stomach, him behind her, roughly yanking her hair and pushing her beautiful young terrorized face into the stinging ice cold water of the lake while he thrust into her painful core. He forced her head up after twenty seconds; she coughed and gagged spitting out water that was forced down her lungs. He yelled at her to come and then he’ll stop his torture. He forced her head back down again, than up again, than down again, and so on until she came on him he stopped drowning her in the water but didn’t relent his penetrating, turning her around as her ghostly white face stared up at him, screaming. He was still holding onto her hair just not as hard and painful.
Suddenly he came into her and as the final feeling of his release subsided, he gently took her cold face still grasping for breath in his hand and swiftly and severely snapped her neck. His poor, poor plaything she did within the second he killed her. He really hated to kill them; they were so young and so beautiful. His recent pet he only seconds ago killed, still look beautiful as ever, her eyes closed peacefully as if she were only sleeping. His last deed before burying her in a makeshift grave was to kiss her softly and tenderly on her cold bluish tinged lips. Using a spell to make floating flower petals to fall soundlessly to her dead body…
*End of Flashback*
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
Another dreamless sleep, well a dream that was also apart of his past. The middle aged man still had not bother to remove his person from the bed, nor did he open is eyes. He still was too caught up in that memory lamenting if you will over the last pretty pet he owned.
Pretty, pretty, pretty even in death she was. He didn’t want to kill her, but it was necessary. She was a pureblooded young witch who was surprisingly a death eater. She had betrayed Voldemort and as far as his reputation is concern, she nearly notified people about him. That was a big no-no. Well Voldemort was suddenly no more not that he cared at all one bit.
After her, he hadn’t taken a new pet to reuse again and again. Not that his short break from his obsession of virgins ended. In fact his obsession for having sexual relations with virgins had him dedicating his summers whisk away in a dark, dank and hot dungeon, slaying over a potion that actually gave his sweet pure angels their virginities again. It not only let him fulfill his diabolical fantasies, it also gave him an alibi along with using the obilivate charm if necessary he actually liked for his victims to remember who it is that haunts their every second of every minute of every hour. But if it had to come to obilivate, than no one was the wiser and of course he made potions to fix problems of casting memory spells as well. The other alibi he cherished more in that moment was that he was a metamorphagus, which he used to his advantage.
If he had to kill one of his pets for example, which he always buried after kissing them in death and making floating flower petals descend to earth. Each a representation of her purity, grace, beauty, intelligence, and one for him mourning over her untimely death. He needed another pet, and quite luckily found himself with two of the loveliest girls who contrary to popular belief held silly school girl crushes on he the surly voiced, greasy and oily, sarcastic, evil Head of Slytherin House. He, who made it his life’s job to torment the foolish students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Well that was his persona on the surface; his other persona was releasing his pent up sexual frustrations on the female student populace. If one really wanted to, they could pass him up as being a border line schizophrenic murderer. Oh but the wonders of magic right? No one would ever know about it.
The dark hair of the potions masters’ swayed as he in a hurried sort of fashion clasped the last final button into place on his black robes. He sourly looked at his ever looking way too old appearance. He always debated on whether he should care more about his appearance; not that he ever cared before; but he had to grudgingly agree with his conscious that he did look too old even for him; and that is saying something.
He thought long and hard about altering his appearance a bit more so that he at least looked his age, rather than looking beyond 60. But he had to admit this look was far more suited; as it got him the desired reaction he loved to get out of his students; which of course was fear and respect. He did use his real appearance, which was the same him; just looking a bit younger and less…scary when he was in possession of one of his favorite sex toys. They did seem to like it better and thought it suited him best; so he decided he’ll take the initiative to look more his age than a perverted old man…well a perverted old man not in his thirties. He didn’t see why they thought he was rather ‘good-looking’ if even that. He never in his point of view anyhow; possessed the charisma, out-going, sexy as a god persona like those bloody marauders. Especially Black and Potter, of course he couldn’t forget Lupin, that damn werewolf if he really wanted to, could look quite attractive and very popular with the young ladies. Just thinking of Black and Lupin disgust him; damn bastards had managed jobs as professors. Personally, the potions master thought that Dumbledore really needed to be sent to St. Mungos; because he had finally lost it. Oh well, he needed to concentrate on the finer things in life; like cute girls he could plan to toy with.
Hmm, speaking of playthings; the two he had now; a sexy Ravenclaw and a lovely Hufflepuff were a means to a solution. He even had the pleasure of accompanying his Pretty Dominatrix and Cute Gullible Masochist during the summer holidays. But now summer was near its end; and they would be returning, they would be his new toys now the girls now in sixth year, the ones he hadn’t fooled around with yet now in seventh year; and the ones he had the pleasure of messing with before.
Though there was just one young woman he thought about, but never really cared to bother with. She was quite cute over the course of six years; that he had to bare having in his class. But nothing really spectacular; at least not to him. Though she was the smartest Witch of her time, maybe he would rethink his opinions of her when he saw her again. Even if he starts to obsess over her, she would prove a challenge with Potter and Weasley always around as if they were joined and inseparable at the hips.
“Professor…I need help with a little problem- Professor Snape…”
Than there was Malfoy; both Malfoys to be exact; Draco on one hand he learned liked the little Mudblood-a lot! But Snape didn’t care she wasn’t of interest to him anyway.
“Mmm…that feels nice Professor…do it again…”
Lucius, well he similarly shared his interest in young girls; but had an entirely different way of going about it. If he could recall; he did remember Lucius commenting about Miss Granger’s looks after seeing her in a book store in Diagon Alley one summer.
“Hehehe…Aww professor…you are such a tease! Don’t play like that; you know how it makes me react…”
Zabini, Blaise Zabini was another one that boy and Draco somehow miraculously became the best of buddies with Granger sixth year. Even Blaise thought the Mud-blood was a hot little number.
“Professor…show me again…professor…oh professor it hurts!”
Now that he thought about it, the whole male population had been gawking in some fashion at the bookworm. What made them compel to even look her way?
“NO NO STOP IT PROFESSOR!”
It dawned on him, Hermione Granger was every man’s new fantasy for one reason or another. Even in the naughty dreams of Weasley and Potter and the greatest part about it was that she was completely oblivious to all of it: the looks, the comments, everything.
“You’re hurting me! Please no more…”
The Gryffindor Princess had surely grown up; she was no longer just ‘cute’ she was an ethereal beauty. She just had to be if even a Malfoy found her looks sultry yet innocent.
“Professor…yes…no…don’t…please…Professor!”
Okay, so he now suddenly wanted Granger to be his new toy for the year; before she had to chance to be claimed by anyone else.
“Professor Snape…”
But he would just have to see what this year would bring him; of course as he walked briskly from the dungeons he could already picture in his mind what he would do to ruin the Muggle born witch.
“Professor Snape…please fuck me again Professor?”
Yes, a very looked forward to year indeed. All he had to do was just wait until the next day and she would be in his clutches. He didn’t know how, but for the moment until he had her where he wanted her, she would be his little sex toy in the dark recesses of his mind.
“Please…Professor…Snape?”
That ends this chapter. Sooooo yeah let me know what ya think…like I said you can love it or hate it…I don’t care. *Sends chills down my spine*…