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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31717 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: The continuation of the previous chapter.
WARNING: The content of this chapter is sexual and the sex is used as a way of torture. It is sort of non-con(ish). If this is not your cup of tea, my honest advice is - SKIP THIS CHAPTER.

He is standing in the middle of the atrium, the room is full and all eyes are on him. He smirks internally, even if his face stays impassive. By the gleam in their eyes, he knows, they are hoping that he is the one punished this evening. The punishments he administers are not public, only select few are allowed to witness them. Idly, he wonders what did they do to deserve this – him, and so publicly. Dark Lord knows his plans, so this is a special kind of ‘public branding’. The stain that will never wash off. He does not care, one way or the other. In fact, he feels satisfaction and nauseous in equal measures. This is not just their punishment, it is a masochistic, in a way, or sadistic. He can’t decide, but it is definitely turned towards him. He deserves it too. After all, he was the one to inform Voldemort about the prophecy. So, suffering is not only reserved for those who fail to find Potters, he deserves it too. Not that does not suffer…every time news float in his direction he is petrified, every time he is excluded from the plans about Potters…the not knowing is the worst kind of torture.
There is one St Andrew's cross to his left and chair that resembles Muggle gynaecology table to his right. One medical table with wheels, covered with white cloth is behind his back. He knows that crowds are curious, most f them never saw either of contraptions. He paid his price to have them there. Dark Lord enters and he nods in his direction, he bows his head, letting his hair to cover most of his face. Soon after six Death Eaters follow, encircling Bellatrix and Rodolphus. They walk with their heads raised, the gleam of disgust on their faces when their eyes fall on him. He will enjoy this one. He likes the detail, their escort, additional humiliation, a sign of distrust. Deat Eaters lead them to him and move, positioning behind their back. His lips tug in short menacing smile, before he flicks his wand, first to Rodolphus then to Bellatrix. Rodolphus is secured on the cross, facing him, she is on the chair. He casts another spell at Rodolphus, fixing his head on the table, another spell Langlock to render him speechless and final one to muffle any sound he still might make. Walking purposely slowly he goes to the table and pushes it to the Rodolphus, removing the cloth. Rodolphus eyes widen, he knows that items on the table scare him. After all, he never saw them before. He picks up one and lifts it to man’s face
“Do you know what this is?” unfair question, he has no way of knowing “No? I guess not. This is a Muggle item, they use it in healing when they perform eye operations. Can you guess what it does? No? It prevents eye to close or blink. I will use these on you…I. Do. Not. Wish. That. You. Miss. A. Thing.”
His voice is sickeningly soft and silky, calm. He places one then the other device to man’s eyes, knowing that it is not painful, but it is highly unpleasant. He pushes table to the Bellatrix, there is only one vial with a potion on it. And he knows she is scared out her mind, after all, he is generous when it comes to poisons, potions in general. He picks up the vial and dangles it in front of her face, then he raises it in a mock cheer and downs it. Her body relaxes visibly, he smirks at her.
“I do pride myself in being an able to…perform…without aid, but in your case…I do find a little bit of aid necessary.” She curses him, still not knowing what he will do. He feels her attempt to perform wandless Legilimency and failing at it. He flicks his wand and both Rodolphus and Bellatrix robes are banished, as well as anything they might have beneath, he, however, is still dressed “Do you want me to tell you what is going to happen? No? My, my, both of you suddenly suffer from acute lack of curiosity” he mocks and the crowd is chuckling “I am going to tell you, both of you, anyway. I will make you…scream. I will make you beg me to allow you to orgasm.” Her eyes widened “You will beg me to fuck you. And only then, I will give you your wish. I will give you, probably the best orgasm of your life. And your husband is going to…watch.”
“Never!” she tries to spit at him but he moves, raising one eyebrow
“No? We’ll see. I promise you, Bella, “her name slides like poison from his lips “you will beg me and I will fuck you, and you will love it. And all that in front of…not just our husband…in front of everyone gathered here.” He leans to her ear “In front of the Dark Lord. What do you think, will he be willing to…touch you…after me?”
“You are dead, Snape! Mark my words!” she yells at him
“There will be no retaliation for his actions.” Voldemort’s voice raises over their heads “This is official punishment, approved by me.” His voice is threatening and Bellatrix gulps, glaring daggers at him
He walks to her right, dragging his hand over her body. He leans and his lips close around one of her nipples, other is teased by his hand. He lifts his eyes to Rodolphus, he is screaming, with a look of horror and disgust on his face. He can feel her trying to resist, but he also knows she has no chance. When he felt that her nipple hardened enough his hand deserts it and glides down her body to her folds, he teases her clitoris. E must admit, she puts a valiant fight. Finally, the streak of curses and the insults is more and more paused by a choked moan. He smirks. And abandoned her breasts. In good time too, he feels like he is going to vomit, silently praising the potions bitter taste that lingers.
Moving around, he positioned himself between her legs, he unlocks the leg holders on the table and pushes them as wide apart as he can. That is uncomfortable in a way that limits her movements so much so that she is absolutely dependent on his actions. Casting a silent barrier spell on his hands he pushes two fingers in her snatch, she is already soaked and he looks her in the eyes before turning to Rodolphus with a smirk. Soon, the streak of insults turns into soft gasps and moans. He parts his fingers slightly and curls them, he finds that she react best to fast, hard thrusts. Bellatrix is red in face, panting and moaning. Rodolphus has an angry face, he glares at his wife, unable to close his eyes or look away.
When he feels her muscles tighten, he stops. A whimper of protest is torn from her throat.
“Curse on you, Snape.” She hisses
“Do you wish something, Bella? No? oh, well…” he trusts his fingers into her once again. The action is repeated six or seven times more, and each time Bella curse at him, biting her lips, but she does not beg. Her whole body is shaking. He stops again, leaving her just on the edge.
“Willyoufuckmealready?” she is angry
“What was that?”
“Fuck me already. ” She moaned, voice to quiet
“I am afraid I didn’t hear you.”
“In Merlin’s name, fuck me?!!!”
“Hmh, that sounded a lot like an order to me…” his hand plunged in her again, he clucked his tongue and continued to tease her, leaving her jet again on the edge
“Salazar!” she cursed “Snape, stop playing around…”
“Oh, I can do this whole night.”
“NO! Merlin! Please, just please…”
“Please…what?”
“Let me cum.” She shrieked and he raised his eyebrow “Please, fuck me!” Rodolphus attempts to shake his head but his wife ignored him
“Happy to oblige, madam.” He smirked, removing his robe. His body is heavily glamoured but no one will notice or pay attention. Potion did his task and he is sporting quite impressive erection, the other potion took care of other problems, rendering him temporarily sterile. She, however, didn’t need to know that. Positioning the tip just at her entrance, he teased her clitoris with the thumb lightly
“Are you sure you want this?”
“YES.!!! JUST…FUCK…ME! Please…”
He pushed inside her and she let out a long moan. Setting a languid rhythm he kept her on the edge. He leaned over her and whispered in her ear
“Imagine, Bella, you may even stay pregnant tonight. Well, if that happens I can brew you a potion, free of charge.”
“Damn you, Snape.”
“And that is not even the worst. I do not think that either Dark Lord or your own husband would want to touch you, after me.”
Her eyes widened, she turned her head to face her husband disgusted glare. He speeded up in that moment, angling his hišs and hitting the right spot. She tightens, then shrieked, thrashing, her muscles rippling around him. Milking him. Her muscles undulated long after he was completely spent.
Stepping away, he dressed without glancing at her or Rodolphus and turned to Dark Lord with light bow
“My, Lord.”
“This was truly entertaining, Severus. You are free to go.”
He bowed once again and walked out, fully aware that he left a room full of pureblood Mugglephobic wizards and witches to detangle them from purely Muggle contraptions. He has to go home and…submerge in acid.
Sick. He still feels physically sick. Even if it was his idea he hates the fact that he touched Bellatrix. And yet he is satisfied. Small personal discomfort can’t compare with the damage it caused. He is not bothered with it. The bitch deserved it, and some. He feels pleasure. Panic! Panic? Why would he feel…it is not him! The female is panicking she is trying to get out of his mind, tugging like a butterfly caught in a spider web. Suits her right, if she wanted to assault his mind, she deserves to suffer the consequences of her action. He is, he still does.
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