Torture

If you've read "Darkened Lust" on this site, you will recognize the names. This is a very short, pointless, plotless story I wrote for myself and my friend Ami. There's no lead-in, no backstory, nothing. In this one, Ami and I are Hogwarts students being punished by Snape for an unknown reason.



I remained chained facing the wall, my head turned, watching Professor Snape and Ami on the bed. Her moans had reached a pitch that told me her climax was approaching once again. I wondered if this time he would actually allow her to come or withdraw from her body to leave her begging once more. Not this time, apparently. His hips sped up, his thrusts became harder and Ami shrieked, her body going tense, her hands pulling against her own chains that were fastened to the bedpost. About damn time the cruel bastard relented.

Snape froze, his head thrown back, an expression of savage pleasure on his face, and I knew he had finished. He collapsed on top of Ami, both of them going limp. A few moments later he lifted himself from her body and got out of bed, reaching down to pat her face condescendingly.

He turned towards me and my blood went cold. I remembered him telling me I had earned a punishment, and the smirk on his face told me he remembered as well. I didn’t deserve it, all I had done was cry out that he was a heartless son of a bitch after he had reduced Ami to tears and pleading. He had brought her to the brink of orgasm again and again, only to sit back and watch with an expression of mild interest while she begged him to go on. It was heartless.

He strode towards me, naked, and I scrambled as far away from him as my chains would allow. He snorted as he passed me, patting my naked bottom absently as he went to a closed cupboard. He opened it and I heard him rummaging through the contents, then he took out a small gray jar. Opening the lid, he went to the table beside his chair and retrieved his wand before turning to regard me once more. This did not bode well for me.

“Turn around and face the wall” he ordered, but I merely stared at him. “You’ve earned a punishment. Do you really want to make it worse for yourself?” he inquired. My cowardice got the better of me and I obeyed him.

I felt his hands spreading my legs slightly, and my traitorous body heated at his touch. He put one arm around my lower waist and pulled me away from the wall, while with his other hand he pushed down on my back. The result was that I was bent over with the chain around my wrists pulling my arms up. His hands went to the cheeks of my ass, spreading them slightly, and shockingly I felt some sort of cream being massaged into my anus. What the devil was he intending…to…do…

“No!” I screamed in sudden realization, and tried to twist away from him. I caught a glimpse of the small jar floating in mid-air before he roughly forced me back to the position he had placed me in. “Immobulous,” he drawled, and I was frozen, helpless, and frightened. I could still speak, however. Speak? Ha! I begged, I cajoled, I even threatened his life and his manhood, none of which made any impression as he calmly continued to stroke the cream into me. I had never been so scared. Though he had just fucked Ami, I was still a virgin…in every orifice, and he was going to put that large cock in the smallest one? He’d kill me.

I felt him stand back and knew he was observing his handiwork. He must have been satisfied because he returned the jar to the cupboard. Ami took the opportunity to whisper, “Bec? Becca? What did he do?” I could only shake my head. I couldn’t even look at her, couldn’t bear to see the sympathy in her face.

“Silence, you!” he barked at her as he returned to me. I closed my eyes and tried to ready myself for the pain I knew was coming. He balanced his wand on the small of my back. I felt his touch on my ass again and tensed, but all he was doing was…giving me a massage? What the fuck? Against my will I slowly relaxed as he kneaded my asscheeks before moving on to my lower back, then my shoulders and arms. He took a step closer to me and I could feel his cock between my thighs. It was hard once more, even though he had come with Ami only a short time ago. His hands moved to my breasts, and they received the same treatment. He was making no real attempt to arouse me, but I was becoming hot anyway. He knelt, and I could feel his hair against my thighs as he rubbed my legs all the way to my ankles before returning to my ass. The massage felt so wonderful; I was limp by the time he was done. Or would have been if I hadn’t been frozen in place. Though he hadn’t been trying to excite me, I was anyway. His touch had caused me to become drenched. Even my thighs were wet from the juices trickling out of my sex.

Snape removed his hands from me, but before I could lose the wonderful languorous feeling he had left me with, he bent over me and I felt his breath before he began licking, nibbling, sucking at it. If I hadn’t already been excited, that was the one sure way to accomplish it. I moaned, and felt his hand on my clit, playing with it, his fingers sliding over it from the juices my body had produced. I wanted to come, but harbored no illusions about that after watching what he had done to Ami.

He straightened and his hands returned to my ass, tracing small circles. He pulled my cheeks apart and I felt the velvety tip of his cock against my anus. I knew there was no way to stop him, and in spite of the spell I was trembling. He pushed, the head sliding into me, and pain exploded through my body. I wailed, but could still hear Ami yelling my name, screaming at him to stop hurting me. I was barely aware of him picking up his wand until I felt the tip of it against my clit. He murmured some spell, and that was all the warning I got before I had a huge orgasm. The bastard! Of course he would know a spell like that! He thrust the remainder of his length into my ass as I came and pumped slowly. The combination of the pain and pleasure nearly drove me insane. I was babbling, I don’t know what. Just as the effects of the first orgasm began to weaken, he hit me with another one. His hips speeded up slightly as I screeched…and was him fucking my ass beginning to feel good? It was.

I knew I couldn’t take anymore of his magical climaxes; I would die. Just as the thought crossed my mind, he whispered again and I came a third time. His strokes became irregular, his breathing harsh, and I felt something warm and sticky inside me. I could only pant and wish a horrible death would befall Professor Pervert. How had Ami’s and my harmless whispered fantasies about him come to this?

He slid out of me and whispered another spell. I tensed, but as I felt the stickiness disappear from my ass and thighs, I realized it must have been only a cleaning spell. Thoughtful of you, I thought with heavy sarcasm.

He went to his chair and sat down, muttering some more. The chains released my arms, and I felt the Immobulous spell lift from me. I collapsed onto the stone floor and curled into a fetal position. I had never felt so weak. Both my ass and my cunt were throbbing, one with pain and one with too much pleasure. Ami’s voice penetrated the mist in my brain, asking me if I was hurt, if I was going to be ok. “I’m fine,” I grated. Yes, I was going to be fine…but Snape was going to lose his dick.

I sat up and glared at him. He was looking at me with a raised eyebrow and an expression of detached curiosity on his face. “Fucker!” I growled, and that was the only warning he got before I launched myself at him, intent on his blood, intent on payback for Ami and myself.

He caught me, of course, but not before I opened a gash on his chest. One hand pinned my wrists together while he trapped my legs between his own. Incredibly, he was laughing. I saw him raise his wand and had time only to scream “No!” before the most intense orgasm yet washed over me. I was left twitching helplessly, whispering the foulest names I could think to call him.

His only reaction was to chuckle and wrap me in his arms. He began to rock me back and forth, crooning to me. He was trying to comfort me after what he had done? Oddly enough, it was working. My face was covered in fluttering kisses and he whispered strange endearments—“my girl, my brave girl, my naughty little Ravenclaw”—all the while.

Snape rose with me in his arms and carried me to the bed, lying me down beside Ami, whose chains were released with a flick of his wand. Crawling between the two of us, he cuddled us to his chest, now uttering words of comfort to us both, caressing and kissing instead of teasing and torturing. And was this sudden affection going to make us forgive what he had done? I’m almost ashamed to say that yes, it was. His…happiness, for lack of a better word, was impossible to resist.

“Mine,” he whispered silkily, looking at each of us in turn. “My brave little ones…I’m very pleased with you both…my two loves…”