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Severus was standing in the shower, staring down at his happily bobbing erection with a frown. It had been the fifth time that week, and it was only Wednesday. He really had to something more… satisfying about it, the constant state of arousal was becoming distracting.
Severus cupped himself with a sigh, stroking himself lazily, trying to decide which of his fantasies he should indulge in. His most recent favourite was silencing Miss Granger with his dick in her throat after she spoke out of turn in his class: pushing her head against the wall and fucking her face while she struggled. Her feet would be strumming on the hard floor without any effect, her uniform riding up and exposing her underwear to the snickering class. Her arms he would trap behind her back. Grabbing her head by her hair, he would force himself in her mouth against her protests, until his balls hit her chin. He would make her scream around his cock as the whole class watched.
But he had already used that fantasy three times in the last two days.
What to do with you today, Miss Granger?
His mind conjured the image of the girl, in her uniform, arm waving in the air, which shifted to her arriving at Grimmauld Place in her casual muggle clothes. In another image she was wearing the elegant dress she wore for Albus’ 116th birthday. That had been a pretty, revealing little dress, ending over knees, bare back. It would have been so easy to slide his hand under the top to grope the pretty titis, or feel her under the little skirt, grabbing her little twat. Make her scream as he pushed a thumb between her asscheeks, perhaps even force a finger in her asshole though her panties, make the fabric bunched up inside her. Yes. Severus was starting to imagine pushing her face down on her bed, lifting the skirt to push more of her panties inside her before he fucked her from behind, holding down her wriggling form, when another, vivid image popped in his head.
Miss Granger sunbathing in the back yard of the Headquarters, in her tiny little red bikini. It had been a sight to behold: she was lying on her stomach on a blanket, reading some obscure book or another, oblivious to what an enticing picture she made.
This was all her fault. That tiny little red bikini, the cause and root of his problem, of the hard situation he was in. Her gorgeous, rounded buttocks swaying gently as she was swinging her legs in the air. The tiny little bikini bottom wedged between the cheeks, leaving very little to the imagination. Her lovely, perfect breasts pressed together, framed by red fabric of the top, as she pushed her torso up.
Her body was just begging to be used. The pose was just perfect for him to force her legs apart, and press himself against her back. He would tie her hands together with a curse, to make it easier to control her, yesss. And then…
No. All of this was Miss Granger’s fault, putting him in such a situation. It wouldn’t do, she had to be punished, she had to be humiliated for it, put in her place. She needed an audience.
September was often still warm enough for the students to go swimming in the Black Lake. Severus’ imagination placed Miss Granger, in her tiny red bikini on the shores of the lake, the rest of the student body mingling around. She would be sitting under a tree, laughing. Until Severus appeared there, that is. He would tie her hands together, and drag them up, up, over her head, tie it to a thick branch of the tree, to keep her there nice and secure.
And he would stand behind her, rubbing his cock between those beautiful buttcheeks. And he wouldn’t take her bikini off, no. He would drag the top down, letting her tits bounce free for anyone to see, and he would pull the tiny little panties aside, and rub her sweet pussy. First she would scream and beg for him to stop, but Severus would keep going. Show everyone what a bad little girl she was, tempting him like that. He would keep rubbing and rubbing till she was wet and moaning, but he wouldn’t let her come.
Letting his head fall back, Severus started to pump himself, imagining the body of the wriggling girl against him, those pretty, pretty buttcheeks rubbing against his cock as she struggled for release. He would torment and tease her until her juices were flowing down her leg. He would take control of the trembling girl, and he would decide when she would come.
Severus would make her beg for it, make her beg him to use her like the little cocksleeve she was, while everyone watched. And he would, he would push his cock in her velvet heat, and make those tits bounce with every thrust.
He would only let her come when he was ready to finish in her. And Severus would make it humiliating for her, oh yes. Perhaps put a finger in her ass, or force her to call herself his little sextoy or make Mr Creevy take pictures as she is wriggling around his cock.
And he would make her come while everyone watched, his cock buried in her as she milked him, clamping down on him tightly. Severus squeezed himself, tightening and relaxing his grip, imagining that it was Miss Granger spasming around his cock, moaning and begging for merci. And he would taunt her for being such a little teacher’s pet, doing anything to please him.
Severus came with a loud groan, shooting his seed against the wall of his shower. His balls were contracting with sweet, powerful pressure, and he imagined pumping his load in the crying, protesting Miss Granger.
Severus rode his orgasm, milking even the last drop of cum from his cock, imagining the body of the tied up girl thrashing against him, her sweet little squeals harsh in the air. He only stopped once there was nothing left.
He rinsed himself off before stepping out of the shower. The girl was such a teacher’s pet; Severus would have loved to put her to good use. He grabbed a towel to dry his hair, thinking what a pity it was that he could not keep her to himself. If he tried, even Albus couldn’t or rather wouldn’t keep him out of Azkaban. Funny, considering the horrific things Severus did on his orders, for the Greater Good.
Severus was in the process of gently dabbing his balls dry when his hands slowed and stilled, an idea slowly forming in his head. What if Headmaster believed that him using the girl was for the greater good?
Albus had a tendency to not want to know the uncomfortable details of what Severus had to do. He suspected that Albus was labouring under the impression that he was a good person, a champion of light. He tended to distance himself from the bloody consequences of his very own orders.
Perhaps… Severus could convince him to look the other way.
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“Albus, you need to give me something more!” Severus said, his voice both angry and desperate. “The Dark Lord has been dissatisfied with my work of late; he expects proof of my loyalty.”
“I’m truly sorry, my dear boy,” the Headmaster said, looking at him over his half-moon glasses, practically radiating understanding and kindness. “I cannot let you tell him more than that; it would endanger the success of the mission.”
Severus rubbed his face in his hands. He didn’t even have to fake to be tired. “I don’t know how long I can last like this, Albus. I don’t know how many more Crucios I can take before I’ll break.” He added a dramatic pause, looking at his hands dejectedly. “I’m prepared to die in this war, you know that, but if I die before we know everything, it may have all been nothing. I need to show him that I’m dedicated to his cause, one way or another.”
Severus looked up in the eyes of the older man with big, open, remorseful eyes like a puppy begging for forgiveness
Albus stilled, casting a calculating look at him. “Severus, you must do what it takes to maintain your cover.”
Severus flinched away. “Are you suggesting I go and Crucio some muggleborn students? Perhaps go on a rampage and murder a muggle village or two?” he demanded sarcastically.
“We cannot win this was without you, Severus. You must do whatever it takes to retain your cover. Anything it takes.”
He snorted angrily. “It’s easy for you to say, Albus. It’s not you who has to make those innocent people scream, and keep listening to their agony long after they are gone.” This part of his acting was easy, there was so, so much truth in it. “Besides, being his ‘right hand man’ the Dark lord would expect something more creative from me, something as simple as a little student-torture won’t entertain him much.”
“I’m very sorry to be asking this of you, my dear boy. I would spare you, if I could, but we desperately need you. If it means you need to entertain Tom with your… extracurricular activities, then you must. Any more information leaked to him would jeopardise everything.”
Typical Albus, he couldn’t even say Crucio or torture.
“Don’t ask me of this Albus. Please.”
“I’m sorry my boy, but I must. Or must I remind you what you promised?”
With a deep sigh of defeat, Severus slumped back in his chair. “Fine. What is it for me to add a few more atrocities to the long list of thing I did for the Greater Good. But Albus… this has to be something really bad. I need to plan something long-term that would keep him interested.”
“I trust you can come up with something that would distract Tom, my dear boy,” he said, looking and sounding like the kind, benevolent grandfather he wasn’t. “I trust your judgement and… creativity. I trust you to do what needs to be done.”
“There will probably be witnesses, Albus, and if the Dark Lord finds it entertaining enough, he will likely make me share the memory. What will happen to me if you don’t survive the war? I’m not willing to go to Azkaban just because I was so deep undercover that no one knew about this.”
Stormclouds were suddenly gathering on the grandfatherly brow. Albus didn’t like being given an ultimate. “What are you trying to say Severus?”
“I want someone else from the Order to know. Minerva, or Kingsley perhaps, their word would have weight.” When the eyes of the Headmaster turned icy, Severus quickly added, “They don’t need to know the details.” That would play to Albus’ pathological need to control every scrap of information. “Just tell them that I had to do something really bad, and I really, really didn’t want to. If I survive and ever get a trial, they will know what it was.”
Slowly, the features of the lined face softened. Sounding open and vulnerable, Severus added, “Please, Albus. Please don’t make me carry this weight all alone.”
“Of course, Severus.”
“Thank you,” he replied with a shuddering exhale as if he was relived, pretending not to be aware that he was the one doing a favour for the Order and Albus, and not the other way around. The Headmaster and the Dark Lord had a scary amount in common, they both loved to be in control of everyone and everything. “I… I will try to think of something. As soon as Minerva and Kingsley tell me they are aware of my secret orders, I will put it into motion.”
“You are stronger than any of us, my boy.”
Severus gave him a tired, sad nod, barely able to supress a grin. Severus had carried most of the weight of this war, much more than anyone should. And if he managed to find a silver lining, he had deserved to enjoy it, and more. And as for Miss Granger, well… she would have a terrible, terrible year.
HHHHH
The door of the Potions Classroom banged open, and Professor Snape stormed in, his robes billowing in his wake. Most students were already used to his dramatic entrances, but a few of Hermione’s classmates still jumped in surprise. When he reached the front of the room, he turned on his heel dramatically, his robes flaring around him.
“Today the final year of your Potions studies will begin,” he started his monologue, linking his fingers. “I don’t suppose I need to point out the importance of your upcoming NEWT exams; the results will determine where you can hope to work or what kind of higher education you’ll be able to pursue. You should, therefore, use any and all opportunity to hone your skills.”
His announcement was met by silence. So far, each of their classes started by the respective Professors encouraging them to study hard. Hermione was sitting at the edge of her seat. With the war raging, Harry and Ron seemed to think school was… secondary. She had no illusions. If they managed to win, they still had to build a life for themselves, and it needed strong foundations. She was determined to make most of the year to prepare for what was out there.
“You are in a uniquely lucky situation that this year I find myself in need of a laboratory assistant,” announced professor Snape in a silken whisper. “Which of you would like the honour of helping me with my private projects and experiments?”
Hermione raised her hand immediately, but she wasn’t the only one. Most Ravenclaws and Slytherins were also interested in the position, though Harry and Ron looked like they wished they could become invisible or sink into the stone floor.
“Before you make a decision too hastily, be aware that the work be hard and gruelling, the hours long.” A few hands were lowered uncertainly. “You will receive no extra credit in my class for it,” most Slytherins quickly dropped their hands. “Depending on the workload, I will require your presence, three, four times a week. And I will need you to take over the tediously boring and repetitive part of the brewing so I can concentrate on my experiments.” A lot of Ravenclaws lowered their arms.
“That sounds like a dream job for Hermione,” Ron chuckled. She kicked his ankle under the table.
Hermione was still nearly falling out of her seat with enthusiasm, but she wasn’t the only candidate willing to work with the Professor. Lisa Turpin, Anthony Goldstein, Padma Patil, Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson were still in the run too.
“Turpin, Goldstein, Nott. Report to my office at six thirty tonight. We’ll do a trial run to see if any of you are up for the job. As for today’s lesson, we are going to prepare a hair-growth tonic. Ingredients and instructions on the board. You may begin.”
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Later that same week, Hermione and her classmates were standing in front of the Potions Classroom, waiting for the Professor to arrive and unlock the door.
“So, how did it go with Snape? Did you guys get the assistant position?” asked Padma. Anthony and Lisa exchanged a dark look.
“It was absolutely horrid,” concluded Anthony. “Worst night of my life, and I’ve had several detentions with Umbridge. He was breathing down our necks constantly, berating us for the smallest mistakes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the greasy git in such a foul mood.”
“It got so bad that even Nott gave up halfway, thanked him for the opportunity and left. So Snape made us finish his potion too. And damn he wasn’t kidding about it being boring and tedious,” Lisa added. “I’m not going back there willingly again. No way.”
“We finished Nott’s work but he messed it up at the start, and we only realised that when we added the last ingredient. Snape made us redo the whole thing and kept us till two in the morning.”
“Why didn’t you just leave like Nott?” Harry inquired.
“We tried, but… I’ve never seen him so angry,” Anthony shuddered. “I'm not going to talk about that. Padma, Hermione, the job is yours if you want it, but honestly? I wouldn’t if I were you. Even his precious Slytherins ran for the hills.”
“Hearing that, thank you, but no thank you,” replied Padma. “I’ll just join the Charms club for extra credit.”
The door of the classroom slammed open with a loud bang. Hermione followed her friends inside, heading for their usual seats. Professor Snape was standing at the front of the classroom, right next to his desk, which held five softly shimmering cauldrons, containing different potions.
Once all of Hermione’s classmates had settled down, he jabbed his wand at the door, and it banged shut. An eerie silence settled onto the classroom, interrupted only by the bubbles bursting in one of the cauldrons.
“I was disappointed to see that the trial for a lab assistant was a complete failure. I suppose I had gotten my hopes up too much, thinking that by now some of you may have learned something in my class. Is there anyone else who would like to try for the position?”
Hermione raised her hand enthusiastically, and this time, she was the only one. Most of her classmates kept their heads down, staring at their table, determined to avoid eye-contact with Professor Snape. Hermione noticed that some were actually sitting on their hands.
“Miss Granger. I suppose I don’t have another choice. Report to my office tonight, six thirty, sharp. I do not tolerate tardiness.”
“Yes, Professor Snape. Thank you, sir.”
“Now, who can name these potions?” he asked, without acknowledging her reply. Hermione’s hand shot up in the air once more.
HHHHH
At exactly six thirty, Hermione knocked on the door of Professor Snape’s office nervously.
“Enter,” came the gruff reply from inside.
She pushed the door open to find the Potions Master seated behind his desk, grading papers with his infamous red ink.
“Good evening, Professor Snape. I’m here about the lab assistant position,” she greeted.
“Stating the obvious, as usually, Miss Granger,” he replied, placing his quill in the inkpot. “We will work in my private lab,” he announced, rising from his chair. He stepped up to his bookcase, and tapped it with his wand, which swung away from the wall, revealing a secret door behind it. Without checking if she was following him, he went through the door at a brisk pace. Hermione hurried to catch up.
The lab was spacious, with a large, empty space in the middle, that would allow him to set up temporary equipment, like huge cauldrons or temperature-control tanks. The working benches were off to the far side of the room. Right across from the door was a bureau, much like the one in his study, holding quills, papers, folders, potions magazines; his chair facing the door. The walls were lined with shelves and cupboards, holding rare ingredients and top of the art equipment.
As Hermione entered, the door slammed shut behind her.
“Before we begin,” said Professor Snape, turning on his heel with a flurry of robes. “Today, we are going to assess your skills and ability to follow simple instructions. Your hands, Miss Granger.”
“My… what?” Hermione asked confused.
“Let me see your hands, Miss Granger,” he repeated impatiently, taping his wand against his palm. Hermione held her palms out to him, perplexed.
Professor Snape made a small circling motion with his wrist, and ropes shot out from the tip of his wand. Faster than she could blink, one wound itself around each of her wrists.
“Professor, what…” she started asking, her voice high-pitched with fear. The Potions Master pointed his wand towards the ceiling, and the ropes dragged Hermione’s arms up, stretching them towards the ceiling. She tried pulling against them, but they kept rising higher and higher, until she nearly had to stand on her tiptoes.
Satisfied, he nodded, returning to tapping his wand against his palm.
“Professor Snape… what are you doing, sir? Please let me down,” Hermione asked, her voice high pitched and trembling.
“Tut, tut, Miss Granger. I thought it was clear we would be testing if you can… satisfy my requirements?” he replied with a predatory smile. Hermione’ stomach twisted with fear; he couldn’t possible mean what the smile suggested.
“Accio Miss Granger’s wand,” he said, pointing his wand lazily in her direction. Her vine wood wand wriggled free from her clothes, and flew into his hand. “You won’t be needing it tonight,” he declared, sinking it into one of pockets on the inside of his robes.
“Now, let’s start assessing you,” he said suggestively, and Hermione refused to believe that he meant something so dirty. He wouldn’t, he was an Oder member, he was a Professor!
He started walking around her in a small circle. He touched the tip of his wand to her shoulder, dragging it along the sleeve of her uniform shirt, and her heart skipped a beat in fear. Where he touched the fabric, the seam ripped open, leaving the remnants of her clothes dangling from her arm.
“No… no, Professor, please stop!” Hermione begged desperately, tugging on the ropes holding her arms. Her exposed skin erupted in goosebumps in the chill of the dungeons, her heart beat erratically.
The Potions Master dragged his wand down her other arm, and the pieces of her ruined shirt fall to the ground around her feet, leaving her standing in her pink, lacy bra.
“Oh, no! Please stop, Professor, please stop… please don’t do this,” Hermione pleased, jerking at her hands in a futile attempt to cover herself. The ropes didn’t give, and she was forced to remain standing there exposed.
“No need to be so self-conscious, Miss Granger,” he smirked, touching the tip of his wand to one of the straps of her bra. Hermione felt a small prickle of magic, and she squealed as the band snapped. Professor Snape placed his wand on her other shoulder.
“No, no, no, sir, please, don’t do this!” Hermione squealed as the band broke under his magic.
Professor Snape placed the end of his wand against the strip of fabric between the two cups of her bra.
“No… please, Professor, please don’t,” Hermione begged, looking up at the wizard towering over her, her chest heaving in panic, her nipples tingling in fear, as if she could already feel the fabric falling away and the air against them. She didn’t want Professor Snape to see her naked.
Her teacher looked her in the eye. “As I said, no need to worry, little girl. So, far, I very much like what I see,” he added, and with a smirk, cut the fabric.
The cups snapped apart, but didn’t fall immediately, her well-sized breasts holding them up and more or less in place. Professor Snape returned his wand into the sleeve of his robes. Hermione didn’t even dare to beath deeply, lest the last of her cover fall.
Professor Snape reached out for what was left of her bra.
“Stop! Please Professor, don’t do this. I… I won’t tell anyone...” begged Hermione, her heart hammering in her chest.
“Oh, of that I have no doubt,” he chuckled, gripping the torn edges. Hermione squealed as his fingers brushed against her sensitive flesh. “Now, let’s see what we have here…”
Her panic rising, Hermione begged, “Oh, no, no, no, please don’t look, please don’t-”
“Rest assured, little girl, that I’m planning to do much more than just looking,” he informed her, almost jovially. “And there is nothing you can do to stop me.”
Ignoring her pleas, he pulled the pink fabric away, dropping it at her feet. Hermione blushed in embarrassment as he bared her breasts. She tugged on her bounds in vain; there was nothing she could do to stop him as he reached out towards her, she couldn’t protect herself or cover her breast.
“No, no, no, please, stop, Professor, please don’t do this!”
“Not bad, not bad at all,” he hummed, cupping her left breast in a large, slightly calloused hand. Hermione shrieked, her face burning red with embarrassment. She has never let anyone see her breast before, she couldn’t believe the Potions Master was groping her so casually, forcing her to expose them to him against her will.
“No, please sir, please don’t…” Hermione tried backing away, but the ropes didn’t have enough give.
“Nice and firm. Pretty shape too,” he said, squeezing and lifting her breast. He took his time playing with her, slowly stroking his thumb across her nipple. “Nice, proportional areolas. I wonder if they are as sweet as they look?” With a predatory smile he lowered his head to her breast. First he kissed her skin, before flicking his tongue out, giving it a quick lick. Humming against her skin, he repeated the motion a few times before planting his lips around her nipple, sucking and licking gently, teasing her nipple into a hard pebble.
Hermione threw her head back in desperation, and let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a squeal.
He kept tickling and sucking her breast for a while, and it was evident that the Potions Master not only knew how to use his tongue, he enjoyed doing so greatly. His ministrations made her stomach pool with unwanted arousal, sending sparks down her spine.
“No… Professor, stop… please…” her voice was becoming breathy.
Eventually he lifted his head again, leaving her nipple hard and shining with wetness. Suddenly the cool air of the dungeons felt downright cold against her wet skin. It caused a strange, tightening sensation inside her nipple, as if it could have hardened even further. Having had all his attention focused on the one nipple made Hermione feel strangely out of balance.
SSSSS
Severus revelled in Miss Granger’s desperate begging. She had been everything he hoped for. Beautiful breast, high-pitched, fearful squeals, big, scared eyes, sinuous, enticing wriggling and struggling. She was simply perfect; her cute little squeaks made his balls tighten with anticipation.
He was going to tease every single little squeal, plea and desperate sound out of her. He was going to draw out her despair and savour it: it was intoxicating, like rich, smooth wine.
“Oh, yes, lovely indeed,” he said, drawing his wand again. He touched the tip to Miss Granger’s skirt at her left hip, and dragged it downwards. The seam split, and the uniform fell to the stone floor with a heavy, soft thud, leaving her in her knee-high socks and panties. She jerked as if she wanted to catch the falling fabric.
So cute.
“Oh, no, no, no… Please Professor, I beg you, please stop this…”
“Oh, but Mis Granger, we are just getting to the best past,” he chuckled, running a finger along the top of her panties. She rewarded him with an adorable, scared shriek.
HHHHH
Professor Snape’s touch was light, nearly ticklish. He retraced the line of her underwear the motion a couple of times, watching in amusement as she attempted to twist away from his hand.
“Oh, no, gods no, please Professor, please don’t touch me there!”
Hermione tried to spin around in one spot, to get away from the probing hand, stop him from touching her, but she had no chance of getting away. The slow teasing so close to her private parts made her slit strangely numb and tingling with anticipation. She could feel her outer lips pulsing slowly as blood rushed to them. Each time he traced the outline of her panties she tensed up, expecting him to reach under the fabric or touch her most intimate part.
When he drew his wand again, Hermione squeaked, expecting him to cut the panties away. Instead, he motioned at her fallen clothes. One by one, they rose into the air, flying in a wide arch onto one of the lab chairs at the other end of the room, repairing and folding themselves at they went.
“Now… let’s give us some more room to work here,” he said turning back towards her. A shiver run down on her spine as he was looking her up and down, considering what to do next.
“No.. please, professor, I beg you, please stop… please no more…”
“Now, now, Miss Granger, where did your usual eagerness to please your Professors go? You should be happy to know that you came the longest way to getting the position, though I need to conduct some… more hands-on experiments,” he chuckled at his own joke.
He circled his wrist again, and more ropes shot out from his wand. Two of them tied themselves to her legs, just above the knees, the other two around her ankles. He made a sideways movement with his hand, and the new ropes started dragging Hermione’s feet apart.
“No! No… stop, please Professor, I beg you… please…”
“Come now, Miss Granger, you are supposed to be an intelligent witch. By now you must know that I’m not going to just stop or let you go before I… finished taking inventory,” he smirked.
The ropes holding her arms lowered slowly, until Hermione formed an X, her limbs spread wide apart, which made her feel even more exposed and vulnerable than before. Hermione’s attempt at covering herself resulted in nothing more than a bit of wriggling. She could practically feel his hungry eyes roaming her body.
“There, isn’t that better, Miss Granger?” he smirked. “Now… let’s take a better looks at what we have here,” he said, pressing up his body against her naked back. Hermione tried to jerk away, but the restraints kept her in place, and she was helpless when Professor Snape started stoking the outline of her panties again. The touch was surprisingly gentle, nearly ticklish.
Even though Hermione felt scared, embarrassed and used, the soft touch ignited a tingling sensation in her netherlips – the teasing was so close to her sweet core and her body started reacting to it, whether she wanted it or not. There was an unspoken promise, no, a threat in it, that he will starter rubbing and feeling her in the areas that were for now, covered by her underwear. And Hermione didn’t want his hand or any of him anywhere near there.
“No, please professor, please don’t touch me there,” she begged, desperate to get away from his probing hand. She hated that he could force her to feel that building, tingling tension, but her body seemed to find it exciting. The heat pulsing inside her seemed to think that he would turn his attention to her slick core, soon.
“No need to worry, Miss Granger, I will make sure that I will enjoy it greatly. Try to be a good little girl and relax; your pretty little body was made to be enjoyed, used and savoured, you’ll get used to it,” he smirked, his thumb brushing over her panty-clad mount oh-so-gently.
“EEK! No, please stop… I don’t want to… please Professor,” Hermione was embarrassed by feeling a patch of wetness forming on her panties, the damp fabric becoming cool against her skin in the chill of the dungeon air.
“It doesn’t really matter what you want, little girl; I can do whatever I feel like. Besides, I don’t think you are being truthful here,” he chuckled, brushing a finger over the wet patch. The unexpected sensation against her labia made Hermione squeal, trying to pull away from his finger, but all it did was to unintentionally rub her bum against his groin.
It made Professor Snape hiss in pleasure, and in response, he bucked his hips against her. Hermione froze in mid-struggle; she could clearly feel his hard length pressing into the small of her back. Caught between a hard place and a probing hand, Hermione didn’t dare to move.
Professor Snape resumed tracing the edge of her panties, this time running his finger along the juncture of her left leg and hip, the back of his hand ‘accidently’ brushing against her mound in passing. Hermione’s stomach trembled with nervous anticipation, expecting him to go further every second.
The Potions Master took his time, slowly stroking the sensitive skin, tracing her underwear, in a soft, teasing touch.
SSSSS
Damn, Miss Granger was going to be the death of him. When she rubbed her shapely, beautiful butt against him in panic, Severus was certain he would finish in his underpants like some horny schoolboy. Her desperate pleas made his cock twitch, it was so heady he wished it could be bottled. He had known he would enjoy the girl, but she was even sweeter and more responsive than he had anticipated.
“Please, Professor… please stop. Please don’t do this to me…” She was an intelligent witch, by now she must have realised that there was no getting away from him, yet she kept begging. Sometimes he loved Gryffindors. He could hardly wait to hear her screams of distressed while she was tightly wrapped around his cock.
HHHHH
Professor Snape placed a warm hand on the inside of her legs, just at the left knee, and slowly, very slowly dragged it up. His skin was warm in contrast to the chill of the dungeons, and it sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. The slight tremor in her body didn’t escape him, he chuckled merrily as he repeated the motion, tickling and stroking the inside of her thighs.
“You seem to have sensitive skin here, Miss Granger. For all your protests, you clearly enjoy being assessed. What a naughty little girl.” Hermione felt blood rush to her face.
Like with her breasts, Professor Snape focused all his attention to one side, intensifying Hermione’s feeling of unbalance. The skin of her untouched leg was tingling in anticipation, with the need to be touched, and the longer he played with her the sensation become more and more intense. It was all wrong, it was objectifying but her body didn’t care.
Hermione bit her lip, as seconds ticked by, the need to feel the same warmth on both of her legs was becoming too much. She could literally feel warmth pooling between her lips as she was growing wet with the slowly pulsing nervous anticipation, the intimate, soft touches promising to get closer to her core. How could something so terribly humiliating feel so good?
“Please stop, please, sir, please don’t do this, please I‘m begging you! I don’t want to…” Her voice was way more breathy than she would have liked.
“Tsk, tsk, Miss Granger, I already told you, what you want is irrelevant. What matters is that I’m quite enjoying you. Besides, you were made to be used,” he added brushing the tip of his finger ever-so slightly against the edge of her mound.
Hermione’s lag spasmed. She was trying to close them, either to stop him and push him away, to cover and protect herself, or to get some warm skin contact with the tingling, ignored skin. She hated how the teasing was driving her mad with both need and fear.
Professor Snape chuckled, allowing a puff of warm air to caress the skin. Hermione wanted to groan in frustration.
He placed a finger just under Hermione’s belly-button, and dragged it down, a firmer touch this time, over her panty-clad mound, ever-so slightly pushing it between her lips, tracing their edge. The touch tickled, causing a tingling sensation wash through her most private area. She could feel a hot throb inside her; against her will, despite her fear and humiliation, she could feel more and more arousal pooling between her lips.
Hermione jerked at the sudden contact, pulling against her bonds, trying to close her legs.
“No, no, no, oh god, no! Stop, sir, please…” When he didn’t react, she asked, “Why are you doing this to me, Professor?”
He drew his hand back, drawing his wand again. “I’m glad you asked, Miss Granger,” he smirked. He hooked the forefinger of his empty hand under the rubber band of her panties while he used his wand to split the seam. He dragged the pink fabric away, baring her pussy to him. Her exposed, wet folds suddenly felt cold.
Hermione let out a squeal, tugging at the ropes spreading her legs wide open in a futile attempt to cover herself.
“Oh yes. Yes indeed. You see little girl, I want a new pet. A cute little bunny to train and… play with. And I think I’m going to keep this one, right here,” he answered.
He sunk her ruined panties into his pocket, before running his finger over the soft, brown curls of the neatly trimmed, narrow little landing-strip above her pussy. Hermione tried to pull back, but all she could do was try to arch her back away, and Professor Snape’s hand followed her with ease, stroking the hair a couple of times.
“No, no, no, stop, please, sir, please don’t touch me there,” she begged, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps.
“I can touch you anywhere I wish, little bunny, you are mine to use as I please. Actually, I can do anything I want to, to any part of your body, pet.”
Unexpectedly, he pointed his wand at her, and Hermione gave a small shriek, as in a single swipe, the hairs of the landing strip were all torn out, slowly drifting to the floor. Professor Snape pressed his free palm against the sensitive skin. Strangely enough the contact helped lessen the pain. Hermione’s eyes welled with tears, and suddenly she was glad that the patch of hairs was already rather narrow.
“There, there,” he said almost gently, summoning a jar of ointment. “I’m sorry, pet, but I like my toys nice, smooth and hairless,” he commented , unscrewing a jar. “I know it stings, but it won’t last long,” he promised, dipping his fingers in the balm. He proceeded to massaging the balm into her skin gently.
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Actually, Severus didn’t care about hair. As long as a sweet little pussy was wet, struggling and unwilling, it was all good to him.
Him removing the hair had nothing to do with preferences, and everything with taking control of her sweet little body, taking her choice away, making a decision for his new little pet what her body should be like. Had Miss Granger shown up with a perfectly smooth pussy, he would have made a small, S-shaped line of hair grow over her mound to mark her as his.
Taking this kind of control of her gave Severus an intense power-rush, his cock straining against his pants. Miss Granger was his to use, train and torment. And torment her he would.
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“This potions is going to stop any hair growth until an antidote is administered,” Professor Snape informed her, slowly rubbing the crème in her sensitive skin. “And because I’m such a kind and responsible pet owner, I will give the rest of the jar to you, so you can apply it to any other body part you need, so you won’t have to keep shaving and waxing.”
Hermione’s legs trembled in fear and shame as he worked the ointment into her mound, wishing desperately she could stop him. There was something terribly degrading about him ‘grooming’ her down there, but she was helpless. Her restraints spread her wide for him to do whatever he wished, and all Hermione could do was beg.
“Please, Professor, please don’t do this to me, I beg you, please let me go. Just please let me go… I won’t tell anyone.”
“Tut, tut, Miss Granger. I thought we already discussed this before. You are my new pet, my little bunny, I own you, and I can do anything I want to you.”
The crème worked fast, soon the stinging sensation of the hair-removing spell was soothed into a warmth. Professor Snape dipped his fingers into the jar again, and proceeded to spread the ointment onto her netherlips. He worked gently but thoroughly, taking his time to cover every tiny little bit of her. Hermione wanted to sink through the floor in shame.
“There you go, little bunny, isn’t that better?” he chuckled, rubbing the potion into her sensitive skin with a circular motion of his thumb. She could not explain to herself why it felt so much more demeaning than anything else he had done to her, but it did. He proceeded to tracing the crème onto the edge of her outer labia, slick with her arousal.
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Miss Granger had been a perfect choice as a pet, her struggling and begging were simply marvellous.
Severus scooped up some more ointment, brushing it against her pretty little lips, skipping over her entrance and depositing a small dollop against her puckered hole.
Her reaction was instant and electrifying. She jerked hard against her restraints, her hips bucking frenetically to get away from his finger. The loud squeal his little pet let out was music to his ears, so full of desperation he could nearly taste it on his tongue.
What a perfect little squeaky toy she was.
She continued to fight and struggle, thrashing against the ropes as he rubbed the potion around her asshole, which made the process all the more fun for Severus, and likely all the more unpleasant for herself.
Such an intense reaction to something so small, he was going to love using her asshole.
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“Stop, stop! Please stop, oh god no, please stop, Professor!”
Hermione was trembling with the effort of trying to get away from Professor Snape’s probing fingers, but he ignored her pleas. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry to be done with it. When he finally pulled his hand away, Hermione sagged against her restraints in relief; she had hated both the sensation and the humiliation of what he was doing to her.
He drew his wand and Hermione heard him cast a cleansing charm on his hands before walking around her. His eyes roved her body hungrily, lingering on her wet nipple that hardened under his stare.
“Now, where were we? Oh yes, assessing my new bunny,” he sneered, crouching down in front of her, his face on lever with her now completely bare pussy.
“No, please Professor, please don’t do this, please let me go,” she begged, her knew jerking towards each other, trying to close her legs in vain. Being completely naked and having her genitals examined while the Potions Mater was still completely dressed made a blush creep up her neck.
He reached out towards her most private area, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
“The skin feels very soft and smooth,” he commented, forming a V with his fore- and middle fingers, running them along the outer sides of her netherlips. The touch was soft, nearly ticklish, and it made her stomach flutter in anticipation. When he reached the perineum, he paused, and Hermione jerked in expecting him to go for one of the holes.
That made him smile, clearly enjoying her reaction, but instead, he reversed the direction and repeated the stroking motion a few more times. It sent a pleasantly numb, prickling sensation down her spine, mingled with helpless shame. Her entire nether region was tingling in anticipation of what he would do.
He closed his fore and middle fingers, pausing at the spot where her lips started. Her pearl of pleasure throbbed from the closeness of his hand.
“They seem to be nicely sensitive too, and I like the colour,” he concluded, before pushing the fingers between her outer lips. They slid in easily, gliding on the wetness he forced her body to produce against her will.
“No, no, no… please, sir… I don’t want to…” Hermione’s knees jerked towards each other, wishing she could close them, wishing she could protect herself and get out of the dungeon.
“Tut, tut, little bunny. It seems to me that you do not only very much want to, but you downright enjoy being examined. It feels rather wet here,” he chuckled, parting his finger again. The motion pushed her lips apart, spreading her pussy for him.
“You have a very pretty inner lips, bunny. Lovely shape, beautiful colour,” he continued the inventory, running a finger along the edge of the lips. “They are a bit asymmetric, but that makes them downright charming.”
Hermione jerked against her bonds as Professor Snape kept gently prodding and poking at her sensitive skin. His fingers moving around so close to her opening, made her nearly vibrate inside with tension.
“You seem to be more than sufficiently lubricated, which is a good thing as I plan on spending a lot of time making good use of your cute, tight holes.” Professor Snape stood, keeping his hand on her pussy, studying Hermione’s face with an indulgent smile. It made her stomach twist in fear.
“Now, let’s see just how sensitive you are,” he chuckled, brushing a thumb across her clit experimentally.
Hermione let out a sound between a groan and a squeal, jerking against the ropes. The small touch caused a small wave of electrifying pleasure, her spine arching in response.
“No, no, no! Please, sir… please stop…,” Hermione gasped.
“I suppose I could stop… but I just don’t want to. I’m very much enjoying myself,” he added, stroking her clit from a slightly different angle, watching her reaction. Hermione felt her face burn red as the Potions Professor continued to experiment with different pressure and speed, watching her closely. The intense sensation radiating from her clit made her knees weak and her stomach pool with pleasure., mingled and entwined with shame, fear and desperation. Hermione bit her lip, trying not to react, but the sensation was overwhelming.
When he hit just the sweet spot, she couldn’t help a gasp escape her.
“Oh, I think we found it,” Professor Snape looked in her eyes with a predatory smile. He slowly repeated the motion which made pleasure pulse through Hermione. Her core was tingling, begging to be filled, a sweet tension starting to build up inside her.
Hermione was utterly horrified that her body would react like that to the abuse, she didn’t want it, she didn’t want to like it.
“Please… please stop, sir…” she gasped, trying to fight the sensation of prickling tension building up in her.
“But we aren’t done yet, bunny. I also want to know what you feel like on the inside,” he replied, pushing his fore- and middle-finger slowly, very slowly towards her entrance.
“No, no NO!” Please stop… please, sir… I beg you…” Hermione pulled against the ropes and thrashed, trying to jerk her pelvis away from his, but she had barely enough room to wriggle.
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Severus was revelling in her desperate attempt to pull away, drawing it out before he pushed his two fingers inside her with a low hiss.
“Ah, so tight, so wet,” he commented, curling his fingers towards her front. He made a rocking motion with his hand, pulling out and pushing in all the while rubbing her front wall, hitting a sweet spot inside. His palm rubbed against her clit as he worked. “What a perfect little pet, I’m going to enjoy playing with you so much, my little bunny.”
His cock pulsed with pleasure at the idea of being buried in her tight, wet, unwilling velvet heat. Her struggling was divine.
HHHHH
“Please stop, please sir, please take it out, please I don’t- argh!” She didn’t know what he did, but Professor Snape’s fingers suddenly pressed up against a spot on her front wall and pleasure exploded inside her. Hermione moaned, her knees buckling.
It earned her a dark chuckle, and he repeated the rubbing motion, his palm stroking her clit in a steady rhythm. “That’s a good little bunny, enjoying playtime with your owner. Just relax and let me… pet you.”
The physical sensation was overwhelming with pleasure, but it was so, so terribly wrong to have her teacher’s hand on her most private parts, being exposed and stripped naked in front of him. As he rubbed her little nub, a sweet, tingling pressure started to build up inside her. Hermione didn’t want to come, she didn’t want to give him the power to make her fall apart. Everything about the pleasure was wrong; her vulnerability and helplessness, the shame of being exposed and used.
Her body didn’t seem to care, not for the ropes keeping her in place at Professor Snape’s convenience, not her helplessness or her embarrassment. The muscles deep inside her started to pull tighter with a sweet, tingling tension, and she knew she was heading for an orgasm she didn’t want, her body betraying her.
“No… no… please don’t make me… I beg you, sir, don’t make me… please don’t make me…”
“Come on, bunny. Come for your Master. I know you can do it,” he whispered. The warm breath against the sensitive skin of her neck sent a pleasant shiver down her spine, and Professor Snape continued to rock his hand against her.
Hermione bit her lip, trying not to give in. He kept stroking her clit at a steady, even pace, his fingers moving so deliciously inside her. She tried to stop reacting to the touch, but he was a master of reading her reaction, and her struggle seemed to amuse him.
“Please don’t.. don’t make me… don’t make me…” she repeated. It didn’t help. Her entire pussy was throbbing and pulsing to the rhythm of his hand rocking inside her, wave after wave of pleasure slowly building sweet pressure inside her. An intense pressure started building up inside her, her innermost muscles pulling tighter slowly. As Professor Snape continued playing with her clit, the sensation slowly spread outwards, a delicious tension slowly advancing towards her entrance. She felt as she slowly tightened around the invading fingers fucking her.
When the pleasure reached her entrance, her dam of willpower shattered, and with a loud moan, she came. Her back arched and she threw her head ack, as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, and the potions professor kept finger-fucking her, riding the tide.
It seemed to go on forever before she came down from height, her breathing ragged, a fine sheen of perspiration covering her body. Hermione felt utterly humiliated that her teacher could compel her to orgasm, to force her to be so vulnerable and open while he watched, still wrapped in several layers of heavy robes. It felt like he robbed her of something, that should have been private and intimate, a secret. He took it and exposed it to examine it at his leisure.
But her body didn’t care, her private parts were still tingling and pulsing with a warm throb in the afterglow of a glorious, humiliating, intense orgasm.
“Now, that’s a good bunny,” he chuckled, pulling out of her with a wet noise. “So tight, so responsive. I’m certain I’m going to thoroughly enjoy training you, my little pet. I wonder what your other teacher’s would think if they could see you now, coming around the fingers of your Master.”
He whipped his fingers against her inner thighs, smearing Hermione’s juices on her leg. When he was satisfied with that, he walked around her in a semi-circle, and placed a finger between Hermione’s shoulder-blades, dragging it down her back, over her spine, stopping at her buttcrack.
Hermione could not see what he was doing, but there was a rustle of clothes, and next his voice came from about waist height.
“Now, let’s continue our inventory, shall we?” he asked, placing a palm on her butt. Her heart skipped a beat in fear.
Hermione jerked against her ropes, suddenly wide awake again.
“Stop! Please, sir, not there, please, I beg you, please not there!”
“Oh, but ‘there’ too, bunny. Anywhere I want,” he chuckled, the warm breath caressing her sensitive skin. “You have a nice, shapely, muscular butt, bunny,” he informed her, massaging her cheeks. “It feels nice and firm in my palms, just the way I like it. They would probably turn an endearing shade of red, should I need to discipline you.” He swatted her buttock lightly, just hard enough to sting.
“You even have a really cute little birthmark here,” professor Snape said, placing a finger against the spot. “I’m pleased with my choice of pet, your ass looks deliciously fuckable.”
The bottom of her stomach dropped with panic, and her limbs had gone numb with all-consuming fear.
“No, no, no, please gods, no, please Professor, I beg you, please don’t do this, please not there! Please, Professor, I beg you… please don’t do this…, please-aiiiich!” Hermione squealed, as Professor Snape placed a finger against her puckered hole. She tried to pull away as far as her ropes would let her.
“I suppose you forgot I said I wanted to know what you felt like on the inside, my little bunny” he chuckled darkly. Hermione heard him mutter a lubrication spell. It felt cold against her skin, but it was soon replaced by a warm finger, gently pressing down, rubbing her thick ring of muscles in circles.
Hermione’s heart was beating crazy rhythm in her chest, and she jerked against her restraints in a desperate attempts to stop him, but the ropes held her in place, and all she could do was beg as he continued to play with her back hole.
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Miss Granger’s hate for anything anal was simply marvellous. Such a tiny, tiny touch and so much desperation. Severus had to supress a groan, her squirming was simply glorious. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so turned on.
“No, no, no, please stop, not there! Pease sir, I beg you… oh god, not there, please anything but there… Please, please Professor, stop. Anything but there please… please… stop, just please stop… anywhere but there…”
Severus made a mental note to invest in a potion that would help him to draw his own pleasure out. The begging and pleading of his pet made his cock literally pulse with power, sending waves of pleasure along his scalp. If he was to use her, he wouldn’t last more than a few thrusts.
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“Well, I suppose this is as good a time as any to start training you, bunny. Lesson one. You belong to me. Your body belongs to me, and I can use it in any way I see fit, whether you want it or not. Now, try to relax, it will make this easier on you,” Professor Snape chuckled, pushing his finger inside, forcing her ring of muscle to open.
“NO! No! No, no, no, no.., oh god no, please, take it out, please…” Hermione started thrashing against her bonds, though the ropes didn’t give her room for more than a bit of wriggling. The intruding digit felt terrible, an unwanted weight lodged inside, degrading and humiliating.
“Please, please, take it out, please…. I don’t want it there, please anything but there… please, sir, please don’t do this, no, no no…”
Hermione went up to her tiptoes, trying to pull herself off from the impaling finger, but Professor Snape just pushed it deeper. He kept slowly and leisurely fingering her ass, while she attempted to dislodge the offending digit without success.
She hated it, she hated that there was nothing she could do to stop him, but take it.
He simply kept up the motion until Hermione’s desperate wails quieted to soft whimpers. While the single finger in her arse didn’t hurt, it was incredibly humiliating, and impossible to ignore; it prevented her hole from closing which was a constant reminder of it’s unwanted, degrading presence.
“You should see just how cute your asshole is when it’s stretched to accommodate something, bunny. Nice and tight too, simply lovely.”
“Please, sir, I beg you, please take it out, please take it out… I don’t want to… I don’t like it… please… please, it’s too much,” she whimpered, shaking her head in distress.
He stood, his finger still in her arse, so he could whisper in her ear softly, like a lover, “Bunny, there will be much, much bigger things going up your ass than my finger,” he promised her gleefully. Hermione’s stomach trembled in fear.
Professor Snape must have pushed his finger in her to the last knuckle, because Hermione could suddenly feel his whole hand pressed against her perineum. He proceeded to wriggling his finger inside her, like a worm, rotating his wrist around, making her keenly aware just how deep it went. Hermione squealed, bucking her his desperately to get away from the penetrating finger.
“Gods, no, oh no, please stop, no, no, Professor, please, please don’t do this, please, please, take it out. ”
Her frantic reaction only made him chuckle. “As I said, I can use any part of your body in any way I wish, any time I wish, whether you want it or not. And I will. But… I’m a good, benevolent pet owner. I look out for my little bunny, and you seem to have a particular dislike for using this hole-,”
“YES! Please sir, stop, please take it out. I beg you, Professor, I won’t tell anyone, just please stop…”
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“Not so fast, pet. As I was saying, for the most part, I’m willing to restrict the use of your little asshole for the purpose of punishment.” And if he felt like playing with her little back hole, it would be oh so easy to find or create a reason to punish her, not that Severus intended to tell her that.
“Let me be clear, bunny. This doesn’t mean that I will never use your ass outside of punishments, but as long as you are a good bunny, you won’t need to worry about it. But when you are a bad bunny, regardless of whether you ignored an order wilfully, tried your best but failed or slipped up. I will punish you in your asshole. Every. Single. Time,” he gave extra emphasis to the words by pulling out and slamming his finger back in, revelling in her desperate little whimpers.
“Please, don’t do this to me… please, sir…”
Ignoring her weak plea, Severus continued, “Now, lesson two. When we alone, you will always address me as Master or Master Severus. Failing to do so, will get you punished. Is that clear, bunny?”
“Please, Professor, please stop… please just let me go… please…” Miss Granger whimpered. Severus’ balls tightened with pleasure, he could hardly wait to mete out her first punishment. She was going to be so, so much fun to train.
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“Bad bunny. I just told you the correct way of addressing me,” said Professor Snape sternly. He pulled his finger out to the very tip, and when he started to push it back again, he had added a second finger, forcing her thick ring of muscles to stretch around it. Hermione threw her head back with a distressed scream. He pushed his fingers deeper and deeper, filling her protesting rectum and stretching her muscles further. It was uncomfortable, humiliating and degrading, and she desperately wanted him to stop.
“No, no, no, oh god no…… Please… Please don’t do this… please… please… Master,” Hermione found it surprisingly difficult to actually say the ‘title’. His fingers stilled inside her. Hermione took a shuddering breath, hoping if she did what he told her, he would remove his fingers.
“That’s better. However, I’m sorry, bunny, but you have ignored my orders. And bad bunnies need to be punished. For your own good.” Hermione’s heart skipped a beat in fear.
“Please… Master. Please. Please… forgive me, Master.”
“I’m sorry, my little bunny, but it would be terribly bad for you if I overlooked your disobedience. You need to learn a lesson, pet: actions have consequences. I really hate doing this to you, you know,” he said. Hermione could practically hear the gleeful smile in his voice. “But bad bunnies need to be punished, or they won’t learn their lessons. Otherwise you won’t take me seriously the next time. This is for your own good”
Professor Snape kept pushing his fingers in very slowly, savouring her desperate, futile attempts of pulling away.
“Please… please stop. Please…. Master …”
“Not to worry, bunny, we are already halfway in. Only an inch or two to go. Just try to relax,” he suggested, his voice dripping from fake kindness. “There, in and in it goes…” Hermione didn’t think she had ever felt so humiliated in her entire life. She was desperate to get rid of the unwelcome, probing fingers, but her arms and legs were stretched wide open, and she couldn’t move.
“No, no, NO! Please, Master, please stop! I… I will be good…”
“Uh-hm,” he hummed, his hand pressing firmly against her perineum again, his two fingers forcing her protesting hole open with a terrible, internal pressure. “You will be a good what?” he asked, twirling his wrist around, slowly stretching her hole, which made Hermione squeal.
“Please… please stop… Master. Please… I promise to be a … a good bunny.” She wheezed, her face burning with shame.
“Given that we have just started with your training, a small punishment might be enough,” he agreed. “Calling me Master was the second rule… so I suppose having two of my fingers in your arsehole for two minutes would be appropriate. “
“Please… Please don’t…. Please Master. I really don’t like anything in there,” she begged.
“Well, you aren’t supposed to like punishment, bunny,” he replied. Hermione could not see what he was doing, but he levitated a small hourglass filled with green sand onto his desk, right in front of Hermione.
“You know you deserved the punishment, bunny. Now two minutes, and it’s over,” he added, flipping the hourglass over.
“No, no, no… please stop, please Master, please…”
He resumed finger-fucking her ass, with two fingers this time, and there was nothing Hermione could do but take it. Professor Snape’s fingers coated in lubrication kept making a wet sound as he pushed them in her. Once, twice, three times… again and again. When his hand pressed against her hole, his fingers buried inside her ass to the last knuckle, he kept wriggling them to make sure she felt just how deep they went, occasionally rotating his hand around.
Hermione couldn’t do anything but watch the green sand slowly flow into the lower half of the hourglass, as she stood nearly naked, spread eagled in the potions lab, Professor Snape fingering her ass. She bit her lip; just a bit longer.
“Nearly done, bunny. Ready for the last fifteen seconds?” he asked way too cheerfully, before he parted his half-inserted fingers inside her arse, suddenly increasing the pressure on her abused muscles.
Hermione jerked against her ropes with a desperate scream. “No, no, NO!” trying to pull away in vain.
“No? Well, we can add another fifteen seconds if you’d like,” he chuckled darkly, and sure enough, some of the sand flew back into the upper part of the hourglass.
“Please, stop, oh god no, please, Master… please stop… You promised…,” Hermione begged as Professor Snape kept twirling his hand around, stretching her.
“It was you who asked for more time, bunny. Besides, Your asshole is really pretty stretched like this. There are few things as beautiful as being able to look into the ass of a little bunny,” he told her seriously. “I know you can’t see it, so you’ll have to take my word for it this time. But no need to worry, there will be plenty of times for you to watch.”
Hermione’s stomach twisted in fear to the threat.
When the last piece of green sand fell, he closed his fingers again and pulled them out of her arse gently. Hermione sagged against her ropes as she heard Professor Snape mutter a cleaning spell. He stroked her butt affectionately, “There, there, bunny. It’s over now, you can relax. That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”
“Please Master… please don’t do that again. I really don’t want anything in there.”
“But it was obviously effective, pet, you seemed to have learned your lesson,” he replied jovially, patting her butt.
When he walked into Hermione’s field of vision again, he was twirling his wand between his fingers.
“Now, only one hole left to try,” he smirked. Hermione’s eyes widened. “Kneel, bunny,” he ordered, flicking his wand. The ropes above her knees started pulling her towards the stone floor. With a surprised squeal, Hermione went to her knees, her legs still wide apart. Another swish of Professor Snape’s wand made the ropes securing her wrist forced her arms behind her back.
Hermione watched with a worried expression, her heart beating in her throat as the Potions Master unbuttoned his trousers, pulling his erection free. He was huge; much bigger than anything she had seen before. The head was already glistening with a drop of pre-cum.
“No, no, no… please Master… please, no more…” Hermione begged.
“Tut, tut, bunny. We need to finish your evaluation. Besides, so far you were the only one who got to enjoy herself,” he added with a dark chuckle. He stepped up to her, burying his fingers in her wild curls.
“In time, I’m going to train you how to suck my cock properly, bunny,” he told her, pulling her head against his exposed member, rubbing his penis against her face. His black robes fell around them, and Hermione couldn’t see anything beyond the Potion’s Master’s cock.
“No… please stop… please, Master, please don’t do this…” her pleas came out muffled by his crotch.
“You should be thanking me for such a treat, pet. But, if you’d rather I pushed it in your ass, all you need to do is ask, bunny.”
“NO! No, please not there… Master.”
“And?” he demanded, continuing to rub himself against Hermione’s face.
“Thank you, Master.”
“For what? Be specific, bunny, and use full sentences.”
Hermione blushed in embarrassment, surprised that she still had the capacity to feel more shame while Professor Snape kept rubbing his genitals leisurely against her face. She muttered into Professor Snape’s groin, “Thank you, Master, for using my mouth.”
“You’re welcome, bunny” he chuckled. “As I said, we will train you to do this properly, but for today, there is only one rule: no teeth. If you hurt me, even by accident, you should be lucky if I punished you with something as small as my dick in your ass. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Master,” replied Hermione in a trembling voice. The head of his penis left a wet smudge on her face.
“Good. Now, open up, bunny.”
Hermione complied, and with a single, swift stroke, Professor Snape pushed himself deep in her mouth. She squeaked in surprised, the sound muffled by his cock in her throat.
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Damn, Miss Granger’s mouth felt divine. Severus couldn’t decide what was better, the desperate squeal vibrating around his cock, or the surprised, scared look in her brown eyes.
“What, have you never had a cock in your mouth before, bunny? No need to worry, I’ll give you plenty of practice,” he grunted, slamming himself into her throat again.
She looked gorgeous; on her knees, helpless, silenced by his cock in her throat. It was literally a dream come to for Severus.
Holding her head in his hands, he started fucking her face at fast pace, his balls slapping her chin, the tip of his thick cock hitting the back of her throat. It didn’t take him long before he was groaning and panting heavily. Miss Granger’s struggling was delicious, threatening to send him over the edge too soon.
“Yess, my little bunny, your mouth feels excellent, you were made to wrap around my cock. Such a perfect hole to fuck. Here comes your treat now.”
HHHHH
For a few seconds, Professor Snape held Hermione’s struggling head in place, his penis deep in her mouth, his balls against her chin.
“Argh… damn… uhmm…” with a grunt, Professor Snape shot the first jet or thick cum into her mouth, pulling back in the process. The second jet hit the tip of her tongue. It was sticky and bitter, but she was glad to be allowed to take a deep gasping breath.
He pulled back, stroking himself as he continued shooting ropes of cum over Hermione’s face and hair. She closed her eyes just in time to prevent it from getting into her eye. When he was done, Professor Snape rubbed the head of his penis against her cheek, cleaning off the last drops, before tucking his softening member back into his pants.
Hermione’s cheeks were burning with shame; she felt used and degraded.
When she opened her eyes, on the left side of her face there was a ropey strand of semen, stretched out and dangling between her eyelashes. She attempted to catch her breath as the Potions Master strode around his desk, puttering with something she could not see from her position on the ground. The ropes held her tightly, and Hermione remained kneeling on the stone floor, naked, covered in Professor Snape’s cum.
After a few minutes of silence, he strode back to her, crouching down in front of her.
“You’re really photogenic, bunny,” he chuckled, showing a picture to her. It was a magical close-up of Hermione’s face. On the photo she opened her eyes slowly, likely because of the cum over her eyelashes, but it made her appear to be in in a post orgasmic bliss. She was flushed, her hair untidy and wild, as if she just had had great sex, instead of being raped by her professor.
The ropes holding her in place hidden from view. Picture-Hermione opened her mouth, likely to catch her breath after the hard face-fucking, but as the picture didn’t have any sound, it looked like as if she just wanted to show off the semen on her tongue, proud to be a naughty girl. The loop reset, and repeated again.
“You will tell no one about what happened tonight, bunny. Not a single soul, not even a small hint. And trust me, I will know if it as much as crosses your mind. And if you do, I’m going to send a copy of this lovely picture to every single one of your friends. I’m certain your parents and Head of House would love to know more about your extracurricular activities too, and even if the Daily Prophet wasn’t interested in the story, I’m sure Miss Skeeter would find another medium to publish it.”
Hermione’s stomach dropped with fear. She couldn’t let anyone see that picture. The mere though of her parents or Professor McGonagall seeing her like that make her stomach twist painfully.
“I… I won’t tell anyone. Master.”
“That’s a good bunny. You will go on as if nothing had happened, and come back on Tuesday to brew some potions for me. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Master Severus.”