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A First Taste	By : vivmiller Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 9183 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A First Taste
- 1
Last night I finally gave in and approached him. I've been back at Hogwarts for three
months now, teaching Transfiguration, since McGonagell has become Headmistress and no longer
has the time. During these last months I've met his eyes a total of three times...during these
interminable staff meetings. Last month I caught him staring at me across the conference table
and that cold smirk on his lean lips sent a shiver through me.
I find it ironic that the entire school thinks I am such an angel. I have known that I am
anything but, for a very long time. The first time I realized that I liked being dominated
was shortly before I came to Hogwarts for the first time. I was with my parents in Diagon
Alley doing the traditional school supply shop when I was pulled into a previously invisible
space beteen buildings. To this day I still do not know who he was but he gave me my first
taste. In more ways than one.
Without a word from him I was pushed face first against the filthy brick wall of what I know
now to be the Eeylops Owl Emporium. My hands were pulled fiercely behind my back and my skirts
were flipped up and my knickers torn off. I was so frightened I could do nothing but stay as
still as possible. In the vain hope that I could disappear, I suppose. He held me like that
as tears began to roll down my face. I knew what to expect, you know. Even at eleven I was
ridiculously well read and had picked up the odd romance in my thirst
for knowledge. I knew what a penis was and what a vagina was. I knew what bad men did to little
girls who wandered away from their parents. I knew that this is what was going to happen to
me.
A lightly accented French voice spoke in my ear; it told me that I would not be harmed if I
just did what it said. It said that this was not my fault and that I had no choice in doing it.
Only if I did it willingly or not. My quietly voiced, "All right, sir," resulted in the
pressure of his hand on my neck lessening so that the rough grit of the brick was not as
painful. He said that if I promised not to run or hurt him, he would release my hands. At my
nod the tight wire around my wrists was cut and I was ordered to put my hands beside my head on
the wall. I was told not to move. He must have already put up a silencio because not once did
he mention not screaming.
One calloused finger wedged itself into my immature cunt, feeling my hymen and stroking it
like it was a beloved pet. "You will give me this," he whispered into my ear. By now of course
I was beyond being frightened and was in a state of petrification. It hurt so much and it had
just been a finger! I heard a rustling behind me and dared a glance, which he returned with a
stinging swat to my ass. "You will face the wall at all times until I specifically direct you
to do otherwise, girl. You will do exactly what I say or I will punish you. You don't want to
be a bad girl do you?"
That simple demand, that I look away and obey him, let me begin to relax. As long as he
told me what to do, I could be good and he wouldn't punish me. It was very clear to me that I
could survive this encounter as long as I played the game. And a game is what it became to
me.
Coming back to my surroundings from my internal ruminations I felt a cool smooth pressure
against my virgin entrance and winced at the pain of the slender cylinder being pressed into
me...it really wasn't so bad at all. My hymen was still intact even. Next I was directed to
turn and kneel facing him with my eyes open. As I moved to do so I was reminded of where we
were. The crumbling cobblestones beneath my bare knees were stained and pocked with bubblegum
wads and other unidentifiable detritus. The slightly rancid smell emanating from a bin a short
distance away made me gag slightly before my attacker caught my attention once more.
"I do not like teeth and because your mouth is pathetically untrained I will help you to
take me in. He pointed his wand at my head and with a shouted "immobulous" I was incapable
of movement at all except swallowing and blinking my eyes. His enormous, at least it was to me
then, cock was jutting at my forehead like he would strike me with it before he placed it at my
closed lips. With one hand he manipulated my jaw and lips until my mouth was uncomfortably
wide. His veined purpled cock was thrust through my lips, over my tongue, over my palate,
and brushing my disabled gag reflex - down my throat. I couldn't breath very well, held like
that, his too big length shoved down my too small throat. As I gazed up I realized that he was
watching me. Watching the tears now streaming down my face. Watching my eyes get wide as I
realized just how much power this man had over me. He could just bnot move and I would
suffocate. He must have seen my realization because the look in his eyes changed and he began
to thrust powerfully in and out of my throat. Still watching him, I saw him raise his wand hand
and once more pointing at me whispered a latin word that I did not recognize at all.
(Must remedy that at once as soon as I get home.) The small cylinder in my cunt began to throb.
And shiver in time with the throbbing. It began to grow in width. Slowly,
gently, it began to stretch my entrance out. The unfamiliar feeling of wetness at my hole
caught me by surprise. The throbbing was starting to build up, low on my spine. A mass of
energy collecting behind my skin. I was lightheaded from lack of oxygen but my sensitive lips
enjoyed the friction of his velvet skin brushing in and out. My mouth and chin slick from my
own spit.
Orgasm caught me completely by surprise. I would have collapsed on my side if the spell
hadn't been holding me vertical. My sharp soprano cries escaped around his cock as he withdrew
from my mouth, flipped me over, and threw me to the ground. Still shuddering from cumming,
he quickly pulled the toy from my cunt and while simultaneously pressing one calloused thumb to
my clit he thrust his drooling cock inside me in one grinding thrust. A second orgasm struck me
on the heels of the first as the experience of the intense stretch, the sharp pain of my stolen
virginity, and the blinding pressure on my sensitive clit sent me over the edge once again.
When I woke, it was to a dripping and sore cunt, swollen lips and sore throat. I had half
of the skin on my knees and face ground onto the surrounding brickwork. I also had the
clearest calmest mind I had ever experienced. The need to prove my intelligence and drive had
vanished and I was strangely content.
After stumbling back to Diagon Alley and my parents, who hadn't even noticed that I had been
missing, I found his note in my skirt pocket. All it said, in his neat calligraphy, was,
"Good Girl."
Back to the present...and no, I don't usually attempt to relive my first sexual experience
during these staff meetings but I am understandably distracted from the current dialogue. As a
result of my daring proposal to Snape last night I am now in a somewhat embarrasing dilemma.
I am currently sitting on a hard wooden chair in a room with all of my new, well-respected
colleagues with the largest dildo up my cunt that I have ever seen and a tiny vibrating butterfly
clip on my clit. The rule is that I may not cum until I am in his chambers after this meeting
and punishment for not following the rule is the complete negation of our deal. A one time
only test. Minerva is trying to catch my eye to see if I am feeling well, but I keep my no-doubt
flushed cheeks turned away, for fear of what she will read in my eyes.
The dildo is now pounding on my cervix and while painful it is still incredibly stimulating.
The sensation is causing what feels like a ball of searing heat to build up in my lower back and
abdomen. The vibrator on my clit is currently making my leg muscles jerk and my toes to curl.
I never thought that just the act of being aroused could be painful but...obviously I was very,
very wrong because the strain of holding back my climax is causing my eyes to water.
Daring to look up I realize that the meeting is wrapping up, though I haven't contributed
anything at all but my silence and my stillness. His eyes meet mine and there is a look in
them that indicates his arousal, his knowledge of the agony I am in. I can not hide it
from him at all. He is guiding me carefully along the dark corridors of Hogwarts after midnight
and down towards his chambers in Slytherin territory. Closing his door behind us, his
assessing eyes take in my flushed skin, trembling muscles, tightened posture, and blank focussed stare.
Pushing me gently against the surface of his doorframe he leans in...breathing deeply of my
scent, pets my soft hair, licks a path up my neck to my earlobe before whispering...
"Cum."
And I do. Harder and faster than I've ever experienced before, it comes in wave after wave
of warmth rolling through me until I am on my knees in front of him shaking in the aftermath.
Like a victim of an earthquake. My mind has not quite come back on line when I distantly hear
his measured footsteps leading away from me and the quiet invitation to join him the next
evening in his chambers for continued training.
Around gasping lungfuls of air my mouth opens into a pleased grin.
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