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The Story of H	By : AnyaToile Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 62388 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 11
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters associated with it; I am not making any sort of money or compensation for this work.

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Chapter Five

Author’s note: Thank you to my two reviewers so far. To Sarahdaye- as I think you’ll agree by the end of this chapter, Hermione has a pretty good idea of what Snape is going to do. To SnakeGirl- all will be revealed as this story progresses. Also, there will be much more than enema play, and in fact, the majority of the smut of the story will be as varied as there are positions. I’ve just spent a great deal of time on this first scene because there aren’t any BDSM Hermione/Snape stories that have enema scenes and it’s something I myself rather enjoy. To everyone else- do review, please, because it helps me to know what is working and what isn’t. If it’s crap (no pun intended) at this point, it will continue to be so without constructive feedback. Thanks and enjoy.

Hermione gritted her teeth against the temptation to let go. She felt like her stomach was going to explode.

“Sir, please, I’ll do anything,” Hermione felt tears slip out of the corners of her closed eyes at the thought that she had been reduced to begging this man, “I can’t do this. I can’t. It hurts too much.”

“It’s uncomfortable, but you can and will hold it, Miss Granger,” Snape said as he came to stand beside her.

Hermione could tell that he’d be only inches from her if she opened her eyes, but somehow she thought that if she managed to shut her eyes tighter, she could block this entire situation out, from the humiliation to the discomfort.

She winced as she felt latex against her stomach. Squinting, she could see the blurry form of Snape’s back in the mirror. He was massaging her distended belly, applying light pressure in circular motions.

“Consider the…mortifying ramifications if you fail this task,” Snape murmured to Hermione as his palm expertly worked her abdomen, his smooth water voice caressing.

In retrospect, the massage itself probably didn’t help much; at least, it didn’t help as much as the shock of the potions master tending to her as if she were an injured animal or small child took her mind off the cramping. In a way, Hermione found this moment the most intimate of the night, even more so than him placing his fingers inside a hole which had never had anything enter it.

“Focus on your breathing, girl. Deep, long breaths. You need to hold this enema for the full treatment time to counteract the potion’s effect.”

As he said these words, he pulled the nozzle fully out of her bottom and let his hand fall away from her stomach.

He returned to his chair and sat down, his eyes trained on hers. He continued to speak, allowing the words to glide out, pausing in places for emphasis. The entire time, his eyes never dropped their probing graze.

“You will have noticed the table is now angled. Can you deduce why?”

Hermione was frightened to speak, frightened by what reason there was for a table which could be equipped with restraints in an unused bathroom to be angled ever so slightly. Yet, Snape asked the question in the same manner he would ask what properties a particular potion had and, thus, issued a challenge that Hermione couldn’t pass up.

“I believe it is help the flow of the enema, Professor,” she said, starting meekly but gaining a semblance to her usual know-it-all tone towards the end, “With my head being lower than my bottom, it would allow the water to flow through my colon without the resistance of gravity.”

“This is partially correct. Do you know of any other reasons the table would be angled?,” his tone betrayed no indication that he found it at all odd or uncomfortable that one of his students was restrained and half naked. Hermione realized this particular image was probably much milder than the sights he had to witness as a spy.

“I don’t know, sir.”

“This is certainly an astonishing first,” Snape’s tone was malicious as he stood back up and stood by her head, starring down with both eyebrows raised and a look that was anything but astonished, “It’s Hermione Granger does not actually know it all. If she hasn’t read it in a book, she’s completely unable to unable to come to the correct conclusion.”

Hermione’s face burned with indignation, but before she could say anything, Snape continued on as if he hadn’t just insulted her ability.

“Consider the urge you have right now to expel the water and waste. It is intense, isn’t it?”

Hermione let out a trembling sigh; the urge was beyond intense and her muscles where beginning to cramp not from the need to go, but from her unyielding clenching on her arse, thighs, and pelvic floor.

“You’ve taken only one and a half quarts of very slightly soapy water. This is an insignificant amount; most people are capable of taking and holding three full quarts and many regularly take four quarts.”

Hermione snorted at his speech; the amount of pressure in her colon was far from insignificant. Snape ignored her and carried on as if he were in class lecturing.

“Without knowing how much fecal matter is actually compacted in you, it was safer to begin with the smaller amount so as not to overly feel the colon – ruptures are quite possible in this treatment. Additional treatments will call for an increase in water volume as your bowels are emptied.”

Hermione’s eyes shot open and she lifted her head as much as possible to stare doe-eyed at this imposing man looming over her.

“Sir, I don’t think more is neces…”

“You will hold this amount for the full minimum of ten minutes required for proper treatment,” Snape’s tone as he spoke indicated that Hermione was to be silent and listen or face dire consequences.

“Consider the mess that would be made if you were to expel too early. The table is angled conveniently towards a drain in the floor. It is designed mostly for ease in clean-up.”

Hermione was slightly distracted from what he was saying as she had begun to experience brief hot flashes every other minute form the strain of holding her bowels. She was beginning to sweat slightly. This all contrasted sharply to the frigid air of the bathroom as it chilled the wetness of her quim and made her both increasingly aroused and uncomfortably aware of that arousal. She began to sniffle as tears of shame tracked across her face to form a puddle beneath her cheek; she was positive that Professor Snape saw the glistening wetness between her slightly spread thighs. She was beginning to think the only thing that could mortify her more was Snape commenting on how abnormal and disgusting she was for being turned-on by this.

That was until she heard him say, “Consider the path the mess would take as it flowed towards the drain; the most personal spaces of your body – your face included-- are directly in the path of any liquid that was poured on this end of the table.”
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