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The Ritual
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WARNING: SEXUAL BRUTALITY/VIOLENCE/ABUSE IN THIS CHAPTER. SQUEAMISH READERS, SKIP IT!
Chapter 35 ~ The Ritual
Almost four hundred deatheaters watched Hermione approach, standing silent, masked, their eyes glittering. The witch was escorted between two male deatheaters to the area directly in front of Voldemort throne. She could smell sex in the air, and the floor before the throne was stained with fluids. Hermione held her bile down as they stopped in front of Voldemort. Hermione curtsied, and the two deatheaters bowed and withdrew.
Voldemort looked down at her.
“Arise, Hermione Snape,” Voldemort lisped. Hermione stood and kept her eyes lowered to the ground.
“You come to me of your own free will, willing to take my Mark and become one of my illustrious deatheaters? Swearing fealty to me unto death? Swearing obedience in all things? Swearing to serve me before all other things of earth and heaven? Willing to submit to my will?” Voldemort asked the witch.
“Yes, my Lord,” Hermione answered him.
The Dark Lord extended his hand offering her his ring. It was a large golden serpent, with opal eyes that flashed as if alive. Hermione mounted the dais and pressed her lips to the ring. The Dark Lord lifted her chin and studied her face. Hermione took in the thin scales of flesh that covered his skin, his slitted nostrils, his thin, lipless mouth. His tongue flickered out, tasting her skin. He sighed.
“You are a beautiful witch, Hermione Snape,” he hissed, “A pity I will have to have you vicariously. You may return to the floor.”
Hermione back down the dais and stood before Voldemort.
His red eyes glittered at her.
“You have sworn your loyalty to me, now you must prove it and bear your body and soul to me,” he said, clapping his hands.
Hermione was suddenly aware of movement behind her and turned to see motion in the crowd of deatheaters behind her. They were being jostled as someone passed through them. She could make out a half-skull mask.
The deatheaters parted, and Hermione caught her breath as Severus walked out from their midst. He was naked, and erect, his pale, muscular body bound in a harness much like hers, but studded with flat metal studs. His body was oiled. He strode toward her, his motion fluid, dangerous. But it was his eyes that frightened her, glinting through the mask. They were hard, cold and focused. He stopped next to her, looking up at the Dark Lord.
“Disrobe, Hermione Snape,” the Dark Lord commanded as Severus turned to face her. There seemed to be no recognition in his eyes as they looked down on her. His jaw was clenched, and his nostrils flared.
Hermione hesitated for a moment. She had to do this.
She unfastened both clasps and let the scarlet robe fall to the floor, her bound body glistening in the torchlight. Severus stood still as a statue, looking down on her, every muscle tight, his erection huge.
“Nullus dolor” Hermione whispered under her breath, invoking the potion as Voldemort’s red eyes swept over her appreciatively.
“Take her!” he lisped.
Severus’ hand shot out and gripped Hermione by her hair and forced her down to her knees, forcing his cock into her mouth and thrusting into it roughly, his black eyes unchanging as he dragged her over him, gagging her. She didn’t feel any pain, but felt horror at his violation of her before all these people as he pumped into her mouth rabidly, puffing loudly, then grasping both sides of her head and driving as much of his cock into her mouth as he could.
Hermione wanted to scream at his treatment of her, but couldn’t for the obvious reason. Severus bent his knees and pushed her back, following her down causing her to unfold her legs and fall to her back, laying over her, raising up on his arms still thrusting into her mouth, his legs straddling her upper body. She felt as if he were trying to choke her to death as he pistoned into her mouth. She felt him dip into her throat and shudder. She was having trouble breathing.
Severus stopped and rose up off her for a moment, then looked down at her, his eyes still hard and unaffected. He reached down and grasped her harness between her breasts and dragged her to the lower dais, throwing her body on the short flight of stairs. Then he dropped and lifted her thighs, pushing her upward until she was almost doubled over, then he shoved his cock into her ass. Hermione felt him split her and screamed out hysterically, not in pain, but in horror and shame as he plunged inside her so brutally she felt her ass suddenly loosen abnormally. Wetness and warmth flowed down. She kept screaming. She didn’t have to pretend.
“Yes Severus! Yes!” Voldemort screamed at the Potions Master, who fucked Hermione’s ass wildly, his body slamming into her so hard he was sliding her up the staircase. She could feel the stairs digging into her back, but there was still no pain. Severus fucked her this way for almost twenty minutes, the Dark Lord egging him on. Hermione kept screaming as she looked up at him. He wasn’t looking at her, but staring ahead as if focused on something distant, slamming himself into her ass over and over, sweat staining his harness and dripping on her.
Suddenly he stopped and turned her over. For a moment she glimpsed his cock. It was covered in blood. He had torn her. Hermione screamed again at this realization as the Potion Master plunged his bloody cock into her pussy and plowed her against the stairs, arching into her, jerking her body, shoving his entire length and girth into her brutally, actually lifting her up with each stroke. Hermione felt a shifting, then a bursting inside her, not an orgasm but something she knew would be extremely painful if she could feel it. Something that wasn’t right, that shouldn’t have happened. The Potions Master gripped her shoulders so hard, he left finger marks in her fair skin. His loins slapped against her loudly, and blood was smeared on her buttocks, which were turning red from his body banging against her so brutally
He seemed to fuck her forever, and Hermione stopped screaming, her voice too hoarse to continue. And still he rode her, bathing her body in his sweat. Her breasts had lines in them from the stairs, and they were bruising terribly. Suddenly the Potions Master stiffened and plowed into her so hard that she slid up the stairs almost to Voldemort’s feet. Severus came, pulling out of her and spraying her back and hair with his come, his hand wrapped around his cock, red with her blood, directing when his jism landed. Finished, he stood, turned to the Dark Lord and bowed. Then he turned without a further look at the broken witch before him, strode back through the crowd and disappeared.
Hermione lay at Voldemort’s feet, bleeding from both orifices. She couldn’t feel the pain but she felt the warmth, and knew it wasn’t from an orgasm.
She felt Voldemort move, and his scaly hand grip her arm and turn it over, touching his wand to her forearm. He whispered something, and Hermione felt warmth on her arm. She knew it hurt to take the Mark, so she gave a hoarse scream, and kept it up until she felt the warmth fade.
“You may go, faithful servant,” Voldemort breathed down at her. “Await my summons.”
Hermione felt strong arms grip her and pull her to her feet. She felt weak, and her legs would hardly support her. She looked down and saw blood everywhere, and paled. That was her blood. She felt the silk robe slipped over her, and she was led away.
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In another room, Severus removed the harness, and stared down at his bloody cock. He blinked several times before he whispered “scourgify” and all signs of his wife’s violation were cleansed from him. Hurriedly he dressed, and burst from the room to try and reach his wife before the potion wore off. He fought through the deatheaters who were all trying to congratulate him on such an awesome performance. They held him up, crowding around him in an ever-widening circle.
When Hermione was taken to the recovery room, she was sat on a bench and left alone, blood staining her scarlet robes. The other witches were gone. Her legs were smeared with blood, and she could feel a slight pulsing inside her that intensified. She began to register soreness at first, which seemed to fill the entire half of her lower body. She dealt with it, realizing the potion was wearing off. The soreness was quickly became a fire inside her, burning her and she doubled over, slipping from the bench and curling into a fetal position as the pain hit her. Severus had torn her rectum and ripped her vaginal walls between her anus and her pussy. She was still bleeding.
The door burst open and Severus ran in. He did not have on his deatheater mask or hood. He looked on his blood-soaked wife, cursed himself, then scooped her up as gently as he could and disapparated.
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A/N: Damn. Please review.
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WARNING: SEXUAL BRUTALITY/VIOLENCE/ABUSE IN THIS CHAPTER. SQUEAMISH READERS, SKIP IT!
Chapter 35 ~ The Ritual
Almost four hundred deatheaters watched Hermione approach, standing silent, masked, their eyes glittering. The witch was escorted between two male deatheaters to the area directly in front of Voldemort throne. She could smell sex in the air, and the floor before the throne was stained with fluids. Hermione held her bile down as they stopped in front of Voldemort. Hermione curtsied, and the two deatheaters bowed and withdrew.
Voldemort looked down at her.
“Arise, Hermione Snape,” Voldemort lisped. Hermione stood and kept her eyes lowered to the ground.
“You come to me of your own free will, willing to take my Mark and become one of my illustrious deatheaters? Swearing fealty to me unto death? Swearing obedience in all things? Swearing to serve me before all other things of earth and heaven? Willing to submit to my will?” Voldemort asked the witch.
“Yes, my Lord,” Hermione answered him.
The Dark Lord extended his hand offering her his ring. It was a large golden serpent, with opal eyes that flashed as if alive. Hermione mounted the dais and pressed her lips to the ring. The Dark Lord lifted her chin and studied her face. Hermione took in the thin scales of flesh that covered his skin, his slitted nostrils, his thin, lipless mouth. His tongue flickered out, tasting her skin. He sighed.
“You are a beautiful witch, Hermione Snape,” he hissed, “A pity I will have to have you vicariously. You may return to the floor.”
Hermione back down the dais and stood before Voldemort.
His red eyes glittered at her.
“You have sworn your loyalty to me, now you must prove it and bear your body and soul to me,” he said, clapping his hands.
Hermione was suddenly aware of movement behind her and turned to see motion in the crowd of deatheaters behind her. They were being jostled as someone passed through them. She could make out a half-skull mask.
The deatheaters parted, and Hermione caught her breath as Severus walked out from their midst. He was naked, and erect, his pale, muscular body bound in a harness much like hers, but studded with flat metal studs. His body was oiled. He strode toward her, his motion fluid, dangerous. But it was his eyes that frightened her, glinting through the mask. They were hard, cold and focused. He stopped next to her, looking up at the Dark Lord.
“Disrobe, Hermione Snape,” the Dark Lord commanded as Severus turned to face her. There seemed to be no recognition in his eyes as they looked down on her. His jaw was clenched, and his nostrils flared.
Hermione hesitated for a moment. She had to do this.
She unfastened both clasps and let the scarlet robe fall to the floor, her bound body glistening in the torchlight. Severus stood still as a statue, looking down on her, every muscle tight, his erection huge.
“Nullus dolor” Hermione whispered under her breath, invoking the potion as Voldemort’s red eyes swept over her appreciatively.
“Take her!” he lisped.
Severus’ hand shot out and gripped Hermione by her hair and forced her down to her knees, forcing his cock into her mouth and thrusting into it roughly, his black eyes unchanging as he dragged her over him, gagging her. She didn’t feel any pain, but felt horror at his violation of her before all these people as he pumped into her mouth rabidly, puffing loudly, then grasping both sides of her head and driving as much of his cock into her mouth as he could.
Hermione wanted to scream at his treatment of her, but couldn’t for the obvious reason. Severus bent his knees and pushed her back, following her down causing her to unfold her legs and fall to her back, laying over her, raising up on his arms still thrusting into her mouth, his legs straddling her upper body. She felt as if he were trying to choke her to death as he pistoned into her mouth. She felt him dip into her throat and shudder. She was having trouble breathing.
Severus stopped and rose up off her for a moment, then looked down at her, his eyes still hard and unaffected. He reached down and grasped her harness between her breasts and dragged her to the lower dais, throwing her body on the short flight of stairs. Then he dropped and lifted her thighs, pushing her upward until she was almost doubled over, then he shoved his cock into her ass. Hermione felt him split her and screamed out hysterically, not in pain, but in horror and shame as he plunged inside her so brutally she felt her ass suddenly loosen abnormally. Wetness and warmth flowed down. She kept screaming. She didn’t have to pretend.
“Yes Severus! Yes!” Voldemort screamed at the Potions Master, who fucked Hermione’s ass wildly, his body slamming into her so hard he was sliding her up the staircase. She could feel the stairs digging into her back, but there was still no pain. Severus fucked her this way for almost twenty minutes, the Dark Lord egging him on. Hermione kept screaming as she looked up at him. He wasn’t looking at her, but staring ahead as if focused on something distant, slamming himself into her ass over and over, sweat staining his harness and dripping on her.
Suddenly he stopped and turned her over. For a moment she glimpsed his cock. It was covered in blood. He had torn her. Hermione screamed again at this realization as the Potion Master plunged his bloody cock into her pussy and plowed her against the stairs, arching into her, jerking her body, shoving his entire length and girth into her brutally, actually lifting her up with each stroke. Hermione felt a shifting, then a bursting inside her, not an orgasm but something she knew would be extremely painful if she could feel it. Something that wasn’t right, that shouldn’t have happened. The Potions Master gripped her shoulders so hard, he left finger marks in her fair skin. His loins slapped against her loudly, and blood was smeared on her buttocks, which were turning red from his body banging against her so brutally
He seemed to fuck her forever, and Hermione stopped screaming, her voice too hoarse to continue. And still he rode her, bathing her body in his sweat. Her breasts had lines in them from the stairs, and they were bruising terribly. Suddenly the Potions Master stiffened and plowed into her so hard that she slid up the stairs almost to Voldemort’s feet. Severus came, pulling out of her and spraying her back and hair with his come, his hand wrapped around his cock, red with her blood, directing when his jism landed. Finished, he stood, turned to the Dark Lord and bowed. Then he turned without a further look at the broken witch before him, strode back through the crowd and disappeared.
Hermione lay at Voldemort’s feet, bleeding from both orifices. She couldn’t feel the pain but she felt the warmth, and knew it wasn’t from an orgasm.
She felt Voldemort move, and his scaly hand grip her arm and turn it over, touching his wand to her forearm. He whispered something, and Hermione felt warmth on her arm. She knew it hurt to take the Mark, so she gave a hoarse scream, and kept it up until she felt the warmth fade.
“You may go, faithful servant,” Voldemort breathed down at her. “Await my summons.”
Hermione felt strong arms grip her and pull her to her feet. She felt weak, and her legs would hardly support her. She looked down and saw blood everywhere, and paled. That was her blood. She felt the silk robe slipped over her, and she was led away.
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In another room, Severus removed the harness, and stared down at his bloody cock. He blinked several times before he whispered “scourgify” and all signs of his wife’s violation were cleansed from him. Hurriedly he dressed, and burst from the room to try and reach his wife before the potion wore off. He fought through the deatheaters who were all trying to congratulate him on such an awesome performance. They held him up, crowding around him in an ever-widening circle.
When Hermione was taken to the recovery room, she was sat on a bench and left alone, blood staining her scarlet robes. The other witches were gone. Her legs were smeared with blood, and she could feel a slight pulsing inside her that intensified. She began to register soreness at first, which seemed to fill the entire half of her lower body. She dealt with it, realizing the potion was wearing off. The soreness was quickly became a fire inside her, burning her and she doubled over, slipping from the bench and curling into a fetal position as the pain hit her. Severus had torn her rectum and ripped her vaginal walls between her anus and her pussy. She was still bleeding.
The door burst open and Severus ran in. He did not have on his deatheater mask or hood. He looked on his blood-soaked wife, cursed himself, then scooped her up as gently as he could and disapparated.
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A/N: Damn. Please review.