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Pain and humiliation; can it be so sweet?

Thea tensed slightly as Lucius' arm tightened around her, and feg thg the sudden stiffness of her spine, he chuckled deep in his throat.
'Oh come now. We both know you can take a little pain. And with your beloved Professor here, surely you do not feel afraid?'

His tone was mocking and this helped strengthened Thea's resolve. She turned in his lap, pressing a harsh kiss to his arrogant mouth.
'Of you, Lucius? I think not.'

For a moment his eyes were like dark storm clouds; tempestuous, unpredictable, but then he threw his head back, silken hair tumbling down his back and over his shoulders.
'What spirit she has Severus.' He crooned, wrapping his arms around Thea as if she was some marvellous possession he wanted to show off.
'No wonder you like her so.' His eyes held Snape's and his tone was pointed, but it was like water off a duck's back; Snape could not be shaken.
'Yes, she is a very strong young woman.'

Lucius turned his gaze back to Thea. 'Yes.' He purred. 'So young yet so mature. What a wonderful contradiction.'
Thea did not need to look at him to know the hunger that was in his eyes; she could feel his gaze burning on her skin.

'Stand up.' He commanded of her, and she obeyed, her hands moving to smooth any creases from the silk of her dress.
'Turn to face us.' Lucius leant back into the chair, his long legs stretching before him and crossing at the ankles. The classic robe he was wearing pooled around him like molten satin, dark and delicious against the pale of his skin.

Thea did as she was told, a knot of worry growing in her stomach. Looking at Lucius now she could tell he had something in mind, and it would no doubt involve her humiliation. When he uttered his next word she was not surprised, though a wave of anger and resignation washed over her.
'Strip.'

Thea's eyes flicked to Snape who was still perched in his chair, his eyes hooded and blank as they stared back at her. She was wondering if that was his attempt not to intimidate her.

Biting back a sigh and telling herself that it was pointless to feel bashful in front of the two men who had already experienced her body, Thea reached behind her, two fingers feeling for the delicate zip which started low at her back, and pulled it down carefully. Reaching up her hands, she pushed the tiny straps down her shoulders, letting the dress fall to pool at her feet, before stepping delicately out of it.

Standing there in nothing put her small lace knickers and her high delicately strapped heels Thea fought down a wave of embarrassment. Looking across at Snape his face was still completely unreadable, though he was now leaning back into the chair, his position eerily mirroring Lucius.

Lucius' eyes were feasting on Thea's body, travelling up and down, only pausing on her chest, taking in the small, pert breasts and dusky pink nipples that stood out despite the heat of the room.

Lucius stood up slowly, his body uncurling like that of a hunting cat. His blue eyes locked on Thea's face, and she attempted not to look at him despite the heat that was emanating from his body and setting hers on fire.

He raised a hand and trailed it lazily down Thea's left side, making her shiver under his touch. Lucius stalked slowly around her body, his hands making her burn as they idly caressed and tickled her flesh.

Pausing to stand in front of her, which shielded her slightly from Snape, he stepped up close enough for his nose to press against her own. For a time he simply stood like that, his hands at his sides, his blue eyes flashing into her green. Then leaning forward just a fraction he placed a soft, almost tender, kiss to her lips.

His lips moved gently against hers, coaxing her to open her mouth, his tongue probing her own. Thea opened her mouth to him, surprised at his tenderness yet still wary of him. The kiss deepened, and his hand came up to snake into her short hair, pulling her head back so he could control the depth of the embrace.

When he finally pulled away they were both panting slightly. Lucius moved to stand behind Thea and instantly the hairs on the back of her neck rose both in arousal and an almost painful anxious anticipation.

Lucius pressed himself along the length of her back and Thea leaned very slightly in to him, pleased of the support and the semblance of comfort. But as his hands slid over her stomach she stiffened again, muscles twitching under his palms. Slowly, his breath hot on her neck, Lucius slid his hands under the band of her knickers, and Thea bit her lip as his fingers moved against the sensitive flesh in the hollows of her hipbones.

Still his fingers moved down, and Thea stared straight ahead, painfully aware of Snape, her very own potions master, watching it all from his seat. Finally Lucius hooked his fingers around the thin material of her knickers, pulling out sharply and hard to rip the sides and pull them free from her body, before discarding them on the floor.

Lucius stepped round to her front, moving backwards so he could take her in fully.
'Much better.' He purred. 'Don't you think Severus?'

Snape's obsidian eyes moved along Thea's body and she felt painfully exposed under his gaze. Knowing how thorough he was in everything, Thea was nervous that all her flaws were obvious to him. When he nodded slowly this did nothing to ease her anxiety.

Lucius stalked over to the plush black velvet sofa that took up one whole wall. Dropping gracefully into its folds, he spread his legs and gestured for Thea to approach him. Moving slowly in her heels, keenly aware that Snape now had a great view of her ass, Thea did as she was bid, only to find herself pulled into Lucius' embrace.

He seated her between his legs so that he supported her back and her butt hung very slightly off the edge of the sofa. His hands slid round to cup her breasts, and Thea continued to stare outwards trying to distance herself from the situation, despite the beating of her heart and her rapid breathing.

Thea closed her legs, pressing her knees together; keenly aware that Snape's gaze could easily fall between her legs, where she was bared for all to see.
As if knowing exactly what she was thinking, Lucius forced a hand between her tightly held thighs, his fingers moving to open her, expose her.

"Let's not be shy, my pet." He spoke into her ear, breath tickling her sensitive skin, his tone making her bristle. A muscle in her cheek twitched slightly, and her jaw tightened.

Lucius chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest.
"Oh, are we not enjoying this?" His tone was mocking, and one long, cool finger slid inside her, feeling her wetness. He moved its length inside her slowly, and she forced herself to remain passive and still, though she sucked breath between her teeth quietly.

Lucius chuckled once more, drawing his finger out of her heat, and moving it up to his mouth. Thea turned slightly, and saw his pink tongue flick out to lick some of the moisture from his fingertip.
"You seem to be enjoying this to me. What do you think?"
And with that he moved his finger to her mouth, pushing it between her full lips, forcing her to accept his offering and taste herself.

Her eyes flicked up and inadvertently caught Snape's. The hooded look of his black eyes caused a wave of humiliation and shame to wash over her, and she was mortified as one single tear squeezed itself from her eye.

She turned her face away from Lucius, terrified that he would witness her humiliation and use it against her, though her mouth still held his long, elegant finger, her tongue caressing its length.

Her eyes closed briefly with the turn of her head, and it was then that she heard a sudden rustle of robes. Her green eyes snapping open, Thea found herself staring into the obsidian slits of Snape's eyes. He had come to kneel before her, and though she longed to move away from him, closing her legs and covering her nakedness, she knew this was impossible.

She expected to see many things in Snape's eyes; anger, judgement, disgust, lust. But what she saw was none of these things, only a burning passion offset by a determined gleam. Unlike Lucius' lascivious passion that was so consuming, so dangerous and scorching hot, Snape held a passion for Thea that she could not comprehend, and momentarily transfixed, she gazed into her professor's eyes, one eyebrow arching upwards questioning and afraid.

Those black eyes still on hers, Snape leant forwards, his dark robes whispering across the floor, one fold caressing Thea's inner thigh causing a shiver to run through her. He brought his hands up onto the sofa, either side of Thea and Lucius, still moving towards her, his lower body between Thea's open thighs which were keenly aware of his heat and presence.

Lucius slowly removed his finger from her mouth, trailing its wetness along the length of her pale neck, his mouth quickly moving in to kiss away the damp trail.

Thea barely felt his ministrations, so trapped was she in Snape's dark eyes. One thick strand of hair fell across his forehead, and instinctively she reached up a hand to brush the dark locks away, her fingers pausing slightly as they pushed the hair behind one pale ear. And still Snape leant forwards until his face was inches from her own.

Thea felt Lucius chuckle, the vibrations causing her to shiver, and it was then that Snape leant in and kissed that traitorous tear from Thea's flushed cheek.

She closed her eyes he she sensation of his soft lips pressing against her skin tenderly, turning her face into his hair just to be closer to him.
So caught was she in the smoky scent of him, that she jumped when Lucius trailed a lazy hand across her flat, taut stomach, allowing a finger to dip sensually into her bellybutton, before moving on until he was once again stroking her gently, causing a sigh to escape her lips and stir Snape's black hair.

Lucius' erection pressed into her lower back, and when Thea started to rock her hips against the movement of his hand, he hissed long and low, pushing two fingers roughly inside her.

Snape remained between her legs, and Thea found herself wishing that he would press his hips against her, and that she could rock against him, not Lucius' cool hand. Snape's lips still played against her cheek, and she turned her face towards him once more, her lips feeling full, sensitive, and all too ready for his touch.

But when his touch finally came, it was not pleasant.

So focused on the numerous pleasurable sensations that were assaulting her body, Thea did not feel the slight shift of Snape as his right hand moved to retrieve his wand form one of the large pockets of his dark robes, nor did she feel how Lucius' grip around her middle tightened, even as his hand between her parted legs moved faster against her aching flesh.

She did hear Snape's whispered words, his breath hot against her face, and she felt the absence of him as he leant backwards, his wand-tip pressing against the sensitive hollow beneath her right hipbone.

Thea opened her mouth in shock as the agony hit, but not before she saw the flash of dark energy rush from the wand to her sensitive skin.
Her body bucked against the pain, but Lucius' held her firmly in his vice-like grip, his fingers digging into her sides painfully.

The pain was like nothing she'd ever felt before, and yet she was still keenly aware of the pleasure Lucius was bestowing between her legs, and soon her cries of pains were intermitted with cries of pleasure. The agony seemed only to heighten her passion, and even as a burning shame washed through her, Thea climaxed.

It was as she was panting, feeling the heat in her body begin to subside, that she found the courage to look down at her body. There, in the small hollow of her hipbone was the Dark Mark, its unnatural colour already beginning to recede into a more bearable black. Transfixed, Thea reached out a trembling hand, desperate to touch the darkness that marred her flesh, but a strong hand reached out to grip her wrist, and Thea looked up into Snape's, once again, hooded eyes.

Thea shifted, opening her mouth to speak, and it was then that she became aware of a warmth on her back, and a stickiness. Her mouth snapped shut, and for a moment she thought she would gag.
How silly, she chastised herself giddily, you've had plenty of experience with semen before girl.

Now seemed worse somehow, and Thea mourned the loss of peace and control she foolishly felt she had wielded at the beginning of this evening.
Biting back a bitter sigh, Thea leaned forwards, curling her arms around Snape's neck, just wanting to be held by someone who wasn't already thinking about the next way he could use or abuse her.

Snape's hands rose to stroke the skin over her shoulder-blades, his fingers moving in gentle, comforting strokes, his face turned towards her hair, where his breath shifted her blonde locks and soothed her feverish heat.

Lucius muttered a cleaning spell, and Thea felt how her skin was clean and fresh once more, but still she held the memory of Lucius' semen oozing down her lower back, and the thought made her press her face into Snape's neck, a small sigh escaping her lips at the comfort she was finding in his embrace.

A cool, long fingered hand came to rest on her lower back, and Thea had to force herself not to jump at Lucius' touch.
"I think we are all quite done for the night." His voice held an arrogant sated quality that grated Thea, making her swallow reflexively in disgust. Why did she swing so rapidly between love and hate for this man?

"Unless of course," His fingers moved down to Thea's buttocks as he spoke, kneading her flesh.
"You would like to continue your evening with our little pet, Severus?"

Snape stiffened slightly against Thea, and she wondered if he was more disgusted by Lucius, Thea or himself?

His hands ceased their ministrations, and he leant away from Thea, causing her skin to ache for his heat and presence. She missed the simple comfort he provided.
"No, you are quite right Lucius. We are done for the night. I shall retire to my room."

Snape stood, and Thea raised wide eyes up to him, trying to keep her pleading thoughts for him to remain with her out of their depths. She was keenly aware of Lucius' hand that still rested across her buttocks, making her skin crawl under his touch.

"Goodnight, Lucius. Sleep well, Thea." Snape spoke, just as polite, reserved and austere as always, before he left.

Alone in the warm, amber-washed room, Thea sat frozen on Lucius' lap, her body tensed in readiness for new assaults. But they did not come.
"You had best rest, Thea. Goodnight."

And with that she was dismissed, Lucius' voice already cool and distant.
Thea stood on legs that surprised her with their steadiness, and apparated to her room, where she sank onto the soft bed with a shaky sigh.
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