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Chapter 1: "I'll do anything.."

"I expect a high standard from my students here at Hogwarts; you are all expected to be exemplary in your essay writing. Teaching a class of first years, it is my job to ensure that you are molded early on in order to become successful during your time here." Professor Snape spoke loud and clear, his voice deep as usual, as he cast a spell that made the papers levitate to their respective owners.
The students nervously accepted their assignments, and some of them were unsure what to make of the professor's stern expression. He seemed to be scrutinizing every student with his cold gaze, knowing that not all would do well in this essay. You watched with awe and nervousness as your paper levitated toward you, gently resting itself on your desk.
"Please..." You mutter, rubbing your hands together before taking hold of your parchment paper. Squeezing your eyes shut, you scrolled the parchment paper and opened your eyes.
The professor was watching you with an intensity that made you squirm in your seat. You opened your eyes and hesitantly looked at the paper, scarcely believing what was written on it.
“15/100. Terrible…”
You deflated in your seat. You banged your head on your desk as you let out a sad sigh. You worked so hard to prepare for your first test. You sacrificed time and effort to just pass it. You barely got any sleep due to how much you wanted to pass. Yet, no matter how much effort you put into it, the results are always below expectations. You felt the heat rise on your neck and settle in your cheeks.
You decided to take a deep breath and calm yourself down. It's not like you're going to let one silly test ruin your life, right? That's what you would tell yourself, but this time, it felt like it was too much.
You fought back tears and tried your best not to wallow in self-defeat. There had to be a way for you to turn things around and make the best of this situation despite your misfortune. As you blinked away your tears, you unfortunately met eyes with the potion master, who scowled at you in disappointment. You knew crying wouldn't help, but you couldn’t help it.
As the class was dismissed, Snape's eye lingered on a certain female student as she gathered her things and prepared to leave class. He watched her every move, almost transfixed, unable to take his eyes off of her. She brushed a lone tear, which slid down her cheek, and he shuddered with delight. His fingers twitched unconsciously as if wishing they could feel what his unblinking gaze was taking in—a small but tantalizing glimpse into an unknown world that captivated him more than anything else ever had before.
Severus Snape wasn't one to take an interest in a student, much less a first year that wasn't even from his own house. But something seemed different about this young student. He was intrigued by her.
Before he could break his trance, the young student looked up, and their eyes met. The connection was electric, and Snape felt an unexpected warmth spreading throughout his body that he had not experienced before. Snape watched as the young student bowed her head in respect or apology before sprinting out of the classroom, being the last one to scurry out of the dungeons.
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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FAILED YOUR POTIONS SUBJECT?"
You gulped fearfully as you stared at the howler sent by your parents: "I DEMAND THAT YOU GET TUTORING LESSONS AT ONCE, GIRL!"
"No, there's no need for that!" You teared up as you spoke, not knowing what to do. "I'll pass it this semester; I promise."
"Silence!" Your father's voice boomed. "We won't accept anything less than passing grades, so you better start taking it seriously!" You gulped and sniffled as you tried to fight back your tears. "You will get tutoring lessons from your potions teacher. If needed, I will speak to him myself."
That was all it said before the howler disappeared. You knew you had to take this seriously. Your future was at stake here. You had two weeks to get your grades up, but how? Ever since that letter came, you spent hours and hours in the library reading textbooks, studying with friends, and pouring over practice tests.
But eventually, it got too much for you. Your mind became a blur of calculations and ingredients that refused to stay in place. You were losing hope of ever passing a potion exam again. You stared at your messy cauldron and shook your head in dismay.
It blew up when you put one of the ingredients in the bubbling concoction. Spearmint...was it? You can't remember. All you knew was that your station was now in complete disarray, with pieces of your parchment and liquid goo splattered on the floor all around you. You sighed and put your head in your hands.
"You."
Startled, you looked up to find the professor scowling at you. His monotonous voice booms through the classroom as you try to say something in your defense, but your tongue seems glued to the roof of your mouth. You blinked away the tears that started to form.
Everyone is watching.
"That is the second time you have exploded your cauldron, Miss Kendall." His voice came out in a low snarl. "I have not yet decided whether you are truly stupid or are simply lacking effort."
"I'm sorry, professor," you stammered, your voice trembling. "I didn't mean for this to happen."
"Once is a happenstance. Twice is a coincidence. Three times is a pattern. I don't believe in coincidences." He was practically spitting the words at you.

Everyone is watching. You blinked away the tears as you shrank back, your heart instantly dropping somewhere deep inside your intestines as he loomed over you.
"20 house points will be deducted from Ravenclaw for such incompetence."
You did not even dare look at him or anyone else in your class. You could hardly breathe. You heard the groans of disappointment from your housemates at the points deducted.
"Next time this happens, I won't be so lenient. Class dismissed!"
You jumped at his words, practically feeling the restrained anger radiating off him. As Professor Snape paced back to his desk, you quickly stuffed all your things into your bag and scurried out of the classrooms, avoiding contact with anyone.
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Your next encounter with Professor Snape was several days later in a school corridor. You were walking to your next class, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible, when he suddenly turned the corner and appeared before you. He eyed you warily, and you felt a chill run up your spine.
You slowed the pace of your walk and wondered if this was the right time to ask for a tutoring lesson. He must have sensed your apprehension because he stopped in his tracks and looked at you directly.
"What do you want?" he said gruffly. You swallowed hard, trying to think of an explanation for why you stopped walking and stood so close to him. Nothing came out of your mouth except a nervous mumble.
He simply stared at you with a furrowed brow. You took this a sign that he did not hear what you were saying. You mustered up the courage to ask again.
"Professor, do you, by any chance, offer tutoring lessons?" you said.
He didn't answer immediately, which scared you even more. You were starting to think he didn't hear you again until finally he glared at you and responded with a surly voice.
"Why do you ask, Miss Kendall?" You were taken aback by his harsh tone, but tried to remain calm.
"Well, I'm having difficulty understanding the material for your class and was hoping that you could help me catch up..." you said nervously, staring down at your black leather school shoes.
"Look up at me when you speak to me girl,” You raised your head immediately and met his gaze. “Why would I?" he said, his voice slightly softer but still unyielding.
You swallowed hard and tried to produce a convincing reason. Your fingers pinched one of your braided pigtails that hung across the front of your robes. You had the feeling again like your tongue was glued to the roof of your mouth. You wanted to run, to hide, to cry—to be anywhere but under his burning gaze.
"Nothing?" He spoke slowly, as his eyes clearly judging your posture.
"Because, sir, you're the only person I could think of," you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. Your gaze fell to the floor as you finished speaking and heat rapidly spread through your cheeks.
He was silent for what felt like minutes but must have been only seconds. You waited anxiously for his response, your heart pounding wildly against your ribs and your hands trembling slightly in anticipation of the worst.
Growing annoyed at the fact that you wouldn't look at him or even face him properly, he gripped your chin in his large, rough hand, and directed your face up to meet his gaze. "It is rude to not look at someone when they are speaking to you."
You froze again, unable to apologize. He's completely unamused, and you know that no number of "sorrys" will help you. Professor Snape scoffed, feeling your skin tremble under his presence as he stared into your terrified eyes.
"This is not a joke, and I don't have much patience," he said sternly. "Look at you, you're pathetic. How do you plan on passing my class if you can’t even speak to me properly?" Your heart sank in your chest, and you quickly bowed your head down out of shame. With his grip still on your chin, he forced your head back up and menacingly raised his brow.
"Please, sir, I'll study every day; I'll work extra hard; I'll stay after class." You could hardly breathe as you exhaled a shaky breath. "Just please. Can you... tutor me?" He paused for a moment, taken aback by your plea. He gave you a stoic look and then finally let go of your chin. "Please, I'll do anything." Your voice cracked.
"Anything. Hm?" Professor Snape contemplated you for a moment, his eyes raking over your quivering form. His eyes turn an even darker shade as he decides what he's going to do to you.
You nod at him. "Anything..."
Professor Snape stepped back and nodded in approval. "Very well. It is settled then. I will tutor you on one condition: that you listen very carefully to every command and don't ask any questions."
Your throat was as dry as cotton, and you swallowed painfully. "Yes, Professor."
"Potions classroom, after supper." He drawled before turning on his heel and strutting down the hall, his black robes flowing behind him, which gave him the impression of a bat. You let out a shaky breath that you did not know you were holding. You were relieved to be away from him, but something about the encounter bothered you. Was touching your chin necessary? Why had he been looking at you with such intensity? You shook off your unease and continued to your next class, hoping that you wouldn't be late.

Chapter 2: "How Will You Repay Me?"
You decided it was best not to think too much about it. You would see him soon anyway, so there was no use in worrying about it now. You changed into something more comfortable than your Hogwarts uniform, slipping into a pair of jeans and a sweater. You grabbed your potion book and headed for the dungeons, where the potion classroom was located.
Something about the dungeons always made you feel uneasy, and today was no exception, plus it was nighttime, which made it worse.
Finally, you arrive at his classroom. As you stepped in, you notice that his back was turned to you, and he was writing on a piece of parchment at his desk. He must have sensed your presence because he suddenly stopped what he was doing and slowly faced you with a look that sent shivers up your spine.
"Good evening, Professor," you said.

"And here I thought you wouldn't show up," he finally said in a low, almost sinister voice.
You tried to remain calm despite the growing anxiety inside you. "I'm here, Professor," you replied cautiously.
"Take your seat." You took a deep breath before sitting down and tried to focus on why you were there—to learn. "You're serious about passing my class, aren't you?". You nodded, determined to prove yourself.
"Yes, Professor. I'll do anything." You trailed off, realizing what you had said.
He raised an eyebrow. "Anything?"
You looked up at him and squared your shoulders. "Yes, Professor, I'll do whatever is required of me to pass this class."
He took a step closer, and you could feel the heat emanating from his body. "Very well," he said in an authoritative voice. "In that case..."
There was no escape for you; you were too young and vulnerable to turn away from this moment of peril. His voice deepened as he spoke. "Do as I say, and you’ll pass." He moved closer until he was directly in front of you, yet you refused to look up.
"Yes, Professor." You nod.
Snape's lips twitched with apparent satisfaction. "Very well, there can be no backing out now."
He circled around the desk and placed his hand on your shoulder. He looked at you intently with an expression that betrayed a burning hunger barely contained beneath its thin veneer of civility. You flinched at the sudden touch but stayed put and looked into his eyes. Professor Snape stared back for a moment before his expression softened, and he let out a slow breath.
"Let's begin, shall we?" he said as he gestured to the chair in front of him. You nodded silently and took a seat, preparing yourself for whatever was about to come next. He knew quite well that you had no other choice but to comply.
"Tea?" You looked up to see the professor offering you a cup of tea. You frowned, confused yet surprised by his sudden offer. Not giving you time to respond, he put down the cup and went back to his desk without saying a word.
"Thank you, Professor," you said as you picked up the cup and began to sip on it. The tea was sweet and fragrant, its warmth radiating through your body with each sip. It had a calming effect on you, which helped you to focus on the book. Not long after you finished the cup, you felt your eyelids start to become heavy. Before you knew it, your head lay on top of the open pages as you drifted off into a deep sleep in the middle of the Potions classroom.
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"Well, I thought I made it clear that slacking off isn't tolerated." Snape spoke softly as he lightly brushed his hand over your forehead, his smirk growing wider. "But it seems you have a knack for sleeping in class regardless." He caressed your cheek and his eyes found themselves glued to your lips.
"Naughty girl, I should punish you for this heinous crime of sleeping in my class," he said with a low growl. “Come here.”
You got up and slowly walked over to him, unsure of what was about to happen. He pats the wooden desk as a gesture. “Sit down.”
On the desk..?
Despite your initial confusion, you obeyed - neatly adjusting your skirt before cautiously sitting climbing up on the desk. His palm grazed the side of your legs as he bent down to your eye level.
“Yes, sir…” You replied with a tremble in your voice and leaned back instinctively. Professor Snape moved one of his hands closer to your thigh and lightly brushed his thumb at the fabric of your skirt. Your breathing went shallow, and you had to fight the urge to break out in a cold sweat. You nervously clenched your thighs together as you fiddled with your fingers. Why was he suddenly so close? Despite your obvious anxiousness, Snape did not stop his movements

“If you wish to earn a top grade in this subject, you must do your best to meet my expectations. Obedience is a must.” He said without any hint of emotion in his words.
You already told me that…
You tried to ignore the situation but the more you tried to contain yourself, the more you seemed to crack. Your heart raced and your mind weighed the alternative if you didn't obey. That's when it hit you, this man was powerful, and he wanted something from you; obedience. And in exchange, you get good grades.
“Professor…What are you…” You trailed off, staring at the large palm now fiddling with the hem of your skirt. What his constant touching supposed to feel reassuring? It did the opposite - it made you feel worse. Professor Snape leaned back, and you heard a click. Your face paled at the realization that Professor Snape had locked the door. When he moved closer, you felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room.
“Lift your skirt.” He said, his voice cold and unwavering.
Excuse me...what?
Your heart raced, your stomach churned, and fear immobilized you. Professor Snape gripped your leg tightly, to the point where tears stung your eyes. You were so scared you couldn’t move.
“I said lift your skirt. Do not make me repeat myself.” Professor Snape hissed.
“But..-” You gripped your skirt and shook your head. “I can't.”
“Disobeying your professor now, hm?” Snape’s voice was menacing as he leaned closer and continued to loom over you, making you feel even smaller. You wanted nothing more than to disappear at that moment.
“N-no, Sir. I-I just..” You swallowed hard, trying to fight back the tears.
“Then do as I say. Lift. Your. Skirt.”
With shaking hands, you lifted the hem of your skirt. Much to his dismay, instead of stockings, he saw boy short panties underneath.
His fingers slowly traced your thigh and before you could stop yourself, a small whimper escaped from your lips. Your body stiff with anticipation.
Professor Snape is touching my leg. You wanted to move away but your body seemed frozen in place.
“Please..no..”
“Take these off.” His voice was cold and emotionless, sending a chill down your spine. You looked up into his eyes, searching for some kind of understanding or mercy but there was nothing there. His face reminded you how small and vulnerable you truly were.
“No…” You repeated, though you knew it was futile. Professor Snape growled, and roughly yanked your panties down. You gasped as the cold air hit your skin and you desperately tried to pull down your skirt to cover your exposed parts.
“No, please!” You sob and scramble back on the wooden desk trying to escape. Professor Snape arched his eyebrow, but he moved forward slowly. You couldn’t let this happen again. Enough is enough. You stumbled and ran to the wooden door - knowing it was locked. You tried the doorknob in vain, beating and pounding away, but it refused to budge.
You spun around to find Professor Snape towering above you. He said nothing, but his expression screamed of anger and disappointment. You let out a scream as Snape grabbed a fist full of your hair and slammed your head lightly against the locked classroom door.

"Good girls do not disobey.” You were so stunned that you stopped resisting. He pulled you to the corner of the room by your hair. You fell to your knees, sobbing, while he continued dragging you.
“Instead of making all those annoying noises, let's make better use of that mouth.” You let out a horrified sob and shook your head frantically. You knew what that meant and could not believe what he was suggesting. He yanked your head back. “I said, good girls do NOT disobey."
You gathered every ounce of courage you had left and tried to speak firmly, "I won't do it," you said bravely despite your quaking figure. “Please just-…maybe w-we could do something else. I’ll do better learning potions, I promis-”
“Shut up.” He interrupted, his grip tightening in your hair. Tears were now streaming down your cheeks from the pain of his grip, and you were sure that your scalp was beginning to bruise. “No one will hear us here. If you do as I say, I won't continue to hurt you. If you attempt to run away or tell anyone about this, I will make absolutely sure that the consequences are much worse than complying with my demands."
Professor Snape was already unfastening his trousers, pulling out his private part which you desperately tried not to look at. You could do nothing but sob in fear and pain as he yanked your head up by the hair.
“This is your first lesson.”
“Please no-!” You pressed your small lips together as a last line of defense.
“You will not resist. I have been teaching for too long to be repaid with such insolence.” He gripped your chin and squeezed hard, forcing your mouth open. Your scream was muffled when he stuffed your mouth with his…thing. You tried to speak around the sudden intrusion, yet all that came out was garbled nonsense. You were so overwhelmed by what was happening.

How did you get here? You had never so much as even kissed a boy. Now you had the penis of your grown-up professor, who was almost four times your age, poking into your mouth.
“Mmmm…mmmpphh,” you begged, tears spilling down your cheeks. You gripped his thighs and tried to pull him out, but Snape pushed your head further down. The head of his penis was nudging at the back of your throat.
“Take all of it.” He commanded. You scrunched your eyes shut as he filled your throat with his full length. You gagged and choked as your body involuntarily convulsed, trying to adjust.
His hands gripped your head, and he began to slowly thrust. Your throat tightened as you fought the urge to vomit. Each stroke made you choke, yet it seemed like the bastard loved it even more.
“Mmm…that's it. Behave like a good girl.” Snape let out a loud moan and tightened his grip on your head, pushing harder. He moved faster and faster, pushing against your throat until he was thrusting at full speed.
Please…no more…You could hardly breathe, let alone scream. Tears streamed down your small face. You felt searing pain from both hinges of your jaw. His penis forced your little mouth open far more than was it was built for. You had no choice but to take him and accept your fate. You grabbed his hips to stabilize yourself as he kept using your mouth with no regard to your feelings.
“Mmmpff…!!” You let out gags and garbled noises as you choked on Snape’s manhood.
“I'm..I’m gonna cum…swallow it.” Snape growled as his thrusts became deeper and more forceful. Your throat tightened in anticipation of what was coming. You only had a vague idea of what cum was, but you knew that a boy’s penis spurted something out during sex. Snape let out a loud moan as he finally reached his climax, pushing deep into your throat with each spurt of cum until there was nothing left. Your eyes bulged in surprise as you were overwhelmed by the new sensations you were forcibly experiencing. The awful taste, the horrible smell, the sounds of him grunting above you.
He finally pulled out, leaving you gasping for air. You immediately gagged and felt an immediate urge to puke. Before you could vomit, your head was pulled up to meet his gaze. Professor Snape recognized the sight of you in distress - teary eyes, messy hair and red face. You didn’t wear a lot of makeup yet at your age, but what little eyeliner and mascara you had was surely running down your cheeks.
Your tiny cheeks were bulging with his cum, and you instinctively went to spit the disgusting mess onto the stone floor.

“Do not waste any of my semen.” He must have sensed what you were about to do as his hand quickly moved back to your chin, holding your mouth shut. You looked up at him pathetically and when you didn’t take the hint, he used his other hand to pinch your nose shut, leaving no way for air to enter your lungs. With no choice, you were forced to swallow his semen in order to breath. The taste was repulsive and the idea that you just drank cum made your stomach turn. Once you swallowed, he let you go, studying your face with a serious expression.

He reached out and grabbed your face between his hands, forcing your gaze to meet his own. “You will not tell a soul about this or else I promise you WILL regret it. Do I make myself clear?” You had to restrain yourself not to burst into tears once again. You managed only a small nod.
“Misbehave again and your punishments will be severe. This concludes your first lesson.”
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On your way back to your room, you couldn't stop weeping. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't realize that you bumped right into someone.
"I'm so sorry.” you said, quickly apologizing. You didn’t want to open your mouth more than you had to, fearing that anyone you talked to could smell the cum on your breath. The taste in your mouth was like nothing you had ever tasted before and all you wanted to do was get to your toothbrush
“Hey! Watch where you're going you little shit.” You turned and saw two older males from the Slytherin house. You started walking away when one of them shouted after you.

“Where do think you’re going? We’re not through with you. No respect for elder classmen? What a little bitch you are.” The other Slytherin said, his voice full of malice. The feeling of hopelessness and despair was overwhelming. You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting the worse.
Several thundering heartbeats passed, but nothing happened.
Then you heard it. A strangled cry and then complete silence. You opened your eyes and saw the Slytherins lying on the ground. Confused and scared, you looked up to see a dark figure looming over you. The figure leaned down to caress your face. You heard a voice speak yet you could only make out their last words before you passed out.
“How will you repay me?”

Chapter 3: "Please go away."

"Her head has a pretty big bruise on it, I’d say a concussion, but other than that, she should be fine." You blinked, trying to process the information in your disoriented state. You were confused and scared. When you tried to move, it felt like a lead weight was on your chest holding you down.

"Oh, dear..." Professor Flitwick muttered softly to himself. He had been informed that one of the students from his house was in trouble. "What happened, Severus?" Professor Flitwick asked Professor Snape.

"It appears that your student was waylaid by two seniors propositioned her. Apparently, she refused and was rendered unconscious." Snape said.

Professor Flitwick's expression grew grave. "This is unacceptable. I want whatever students who are responsible for this punished to the fullest extent of school policy!"

"That won't be necessary, Professor. They've already been apprehended, and the appropriate measures have been taken to make sure nothing like this will happen in the future."

Professor Flitwick sighed in relief and thanked his colleague for the quick action before his gaze returned to you. You lay on the hospital wing's mattress dressed in a white hospital gown with a bandage wrapped around your head. You were awake briefly, however that moment was broken when you slipped back into slumber.
Professor Flitwick stepped forward and gently placed his right hand on your shoulder, "Remain in good health, young one. You'll be back as soon as possible."
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Snape’s dark eyes intently studying your face as you slept peacefully. Your tightly braided pigtails had begun to come loose in a tangled sprawl over the white pillow.
"Little dove.." Snape whispered softly. You stirred lightly in response but stayed asleep.

What was it like being so small and vulnerable, so defenseless? He wondered. His hand wandered up to your delicate throat, gently stroking it with his thumb. Your eyes snapped open, confusion and panic filling their light brown depths. You jerked away, eyes wide with horror as you took in his shadowy figure. He quickly covered your mouth before you were able to make a noise.

"Let me go!"

"Shh," he whispered. "Let's not make a scene, shall we?" His voice commanded obedience. Professor Snape released you and sat back, lifting his hand away.

Make a scene? Is he kidding? He raped me in the mouth last night and slammed my head into a door. You shuffled backward until you were against the headboard and pulled the blanket up to your chin. A flimsy barrier that gave you no real sense of comfort.

"Why are you here?" You asked in a trembling voice.

"I think you know" Snape said, watching in delight as your eyes widened with shock and horror.
"Please stop..." you whispered, eyes brimming with tears. Your small hands pushed at his shoulder with whatever strength you had. He snatched your wrist away. "Please go away or I'll scream!"

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" He asked.
"Please...go away." You tried to pull away, but he held you firmly in place. "What do you want from me? Please go away..."
"Hm...what do I want?" He said in a low whisper. His lips curved into an evil smirk as he tilted your head up. "That's none of your concern. I'll decide what I want from you."
The color drained from your face. Snape crushed his lips against yours with a forced kiss before you were able to break away.
"Professor please…"
"Disobeying? That is not something I take lightly."
"Please-..." You were in distress. "Go away!"

"Silence. " He said coldly. "Enough complaining. Is this the way you show your gratitude towards the one who rescued you?" You could tell he was getting angrier by the second and you knew that if you didn't say something now, things would only get worse.

"I'm sorry," you said. "Just...please..."
Professor Snape's expression softened a bit, and he released his grip on your jaw. "Tonight, I'm feeling merciful." He held an open hand before you. "Spit."
You looked up at him with confusion, not sure what he meant. He simply pointed to his outstretched palm again and you realized he was asking for you to spit into it. Your bewildered gaze flickered from his open palm to his face.
This... can't be real. You cautiously complied and deposited a drop of saliva into his hand.
You stared at the small pool of spit in his pale palm before looking up at him.

Your look of innocence made him want to corrupt you as his. Snape burned with the need to defile and ruin every single part of you. Only pure will prevented him from taking out his cock and fucking your mouth in that very moment.

"Good girl." Unfastening his trousers, he revealed his long, thick rod. You froze like a deer in headlights. Unable to think, unable to move, you stayed still as you watched Professor Snape. He used your spit in his hand to stroke his stiff member, from the base of his thick shaft to the swollen tip, barely coating the underside. He lifted his open palm up to your face.

At least he’s touching himself. Maybe you’d actually be spared from doing anything to him.

"Again." He barked. This time, you refused and shook your head violently.
"Again. Do NOT make me repeat myself again." You felt the tears stinging your eyes as you weighed your options, eyeing the door, the window, and even the sleeping patient on the other side of the room. You knew deep down that you had no choice, you had to do what he said for fear of the consequences. You leaned closer and spat in his palm again.

Snape began to stroke himself languidly. He spread your saliva up and down until his hard cock was coated with your warm spit. You wanted to get away from this madman, but at the same time, something about what he was doing felt strangely...arousing. You felt equally disgusted and fascinated.

Snape abruptly ripped the blanket from your body, revealing your bottom half under your hospital gown. You quickly tried to cover yourself, but he seized both of your wrists with one hand.
"Spread your legs." He commanded. Your instinct was to scream for help, but all that came out was a whimper of fear and confusion. His started to stroke himself at a quicker pace than before.
"W-what?! NO!" Your face turned red. You knew what he was suggesting, and it made you feel sick. You start to struggle, but he tightens his grip on your wrists painfully, making it nearly impossible for you to move.
"Either you do it voluntarily, or I'll do it by force. Either way, I'm going to see your little cunt tonight, Teagan."

It was the first time he called you by your first name. You felt defeated and humiliated. Tears ran down your face as you stared at him with a mixture of revulsion and fear in your eyes.
"Pay attention." He barked.
"But-" His hand suddenly flew up to your throat, squeezing slightly.
"Shut up and be quiet. Unless you want him to wake up and watch."
You nodded your head quickly and he released his grip. In a heartbeat, he tore off your soft cotton underwear. He held them up and admired the tiny images of turtles and frogs on them. You made a high-pitched squeak that echoed around the room. The other student groaned in his sleep and rolled on his side, his whole body now facing you.

Your professor was transfixed on the sight of your bare cunt, still not old enough to grow any hair. His fingers moved down to spread your sticky labia apart, exposing your tender young flesh. You yelped again when his fingers ran down your tiny slit. His broad shoulders prevented you from closing your legs.

Across the room, the patient began to stir. You covered your mouth with both hands, eyes wide in panic. Snape was focused on something else entirely. Was he the first one to see your pretty pussy he wondered? He had no doubt you were a virgin, you had to be.
Oh, how delightful. He'd be the first one to sully your precious flower. The only one ever if he had his way. He placed your hands on your thighs.

"Spread yourself further." He commanded, his voice a deep rumble. You were frozen in shock, feeling vulnerable in your exposed state. You were frightened, and yet simultaneously aroused.

“Professor…no, please!” You pleaded quietly. It was too late. Snape pulled your thighs around his hips. You clenched your eyes tightly close as your professor jerked off at the sight of your clenching little hole.
“NO, no, open your eyes.” He demanded sternly. You let out a muffled scream when he slapped your private, forcing your eyes open at the sudden pain.
You had no choice but to watch him work his cock up and down from the base to the tip and back. The structure of his manhood was intimidating yet thrilling.
Snape let out a quiet moan when he saw your juices seep out of your virgin hole.

“Enjoying yourself?” His thumb gathered the pre-cum that dripped from his tip. Your nose wrinkled momentarily before he slipped his thumb into your mouth. He groaned when you tentatively sucked on it, as the speed of his strokes increased.

“Yes. That's it…” As you lapped your tongue around his thumb, he came with a guttural groan. Ropes of his thick semen landed on your bare little pussy, from your underdeveloped clit to your entrance. He came in endless spurts, making a sticky mess all over you.
You started to drift off then suddenly you saw a flash and an audible click. Your flinched but you couldn't see much, yet you could see something floating—

Click! Click! Was Snape taking photos of you? Your scrambled away from him.
“Your behavior needs some improvement.” He had gotten dressed, while you were trembling and half-naked. “You should be thankful that I'm feeling merciful tonight.” Snape carressed the side of your neck, as shock rendered you speechless.
“Oh, don't worry. I won't show them to anyone.”

Chapter 4: "You're a monster."

After your discharge, you had one objective: avoid Snape at all costs. For the past few days, you had been living in a constant state of fear and anxiety. You had even been skipping your tutoring sessions with him. When you got dismissed from class, you would quickly flee into the crowd of students, not staying any longer than you had to. Much to your surprise, your plan worked. Eventually, you even managed to take your mind off of your trauma.

You were searching in the library related to your potions and your Defense Against the Dark Arts subjects.
Suddenly, a book caught your attention. It was a thick tome covered in dust outside and the title was written in an old language you could not understand. You stepped out of the corridor and tried to find a seat at one of the library tables. At first all the seats appeared to be occupied. You were about to sigh before noticing a single empty seat near the window. A fellow Ravenclaw sat in the other chair at the table. Maybe you could sit with her, even if she were older than you. She was intimidatingly pretty to the point where you were nervous. You approached the desk hopefully.
"Hello," You began. "Do you mind if I sit here?"
She didn't respond immediately, and you watched her scan you from head to toe. You nervously clutched the book to your chest.
"Sure, go ahead." She sent you a friendly smile.
You thanked her and sat down beside her, setting your book on the desk. It was a little awkward for a few moments. You didn't know what to say and she didn't seem interested in talking either. But then she suddenly broke the silence.
"I haven't seen you around here before. Are you a first year?" She asked with an inquisitive look on her face.
"Yes I am." You answered timidly, optimistically opening the book.
"Welcome." She managed a smile and then took a deep breath and gestured at the book. "I see you're taking potions too."
You nodded, not knowing what else to say. You continued reading, taking in all the information and trying to make sense of it all. You soon realized that this book was not only filled with potions but also secrets about them that were rarely taught to students. You decided to indulge yourself in the book, as a chance to get away from reality even for a small amount of time.
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"Oh. Uhm... hello there." You stared in shock at the boy in front of you. The older Ravenclaw girl had left a short time ago and you were sitting alone at your table.
"Harry...Potter?" You said out loud in disbelief. You had heard stories for years about the famous Harry Potter and now he was standing right in front of you.
"Guilty," he replied simply with a half-smile on his face. "Hi."
"What are you doing down here?" you asked cautiously.
Harry shrugged. "Just looking for something new to read. What about you?"
"Oh, me? Uh...I'm just reading." You paused for a moment, then added hastily, "Yeah, just reading."
"Finally! A friend for Hermione." Ron said with a smile, "My name’s Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley. May I ask yours?"
"I’m Teagan."
"Wait, Teagan Kendall?" Harry said suddenly. Your expression showed your surprise that he knew your last name, but you nodded in response.
"Hold on, you're that first year who was attacked by the Slytherins?" Hermione spoke up, her gaze burning into you. You nodded again, gulping slightly. They probably think you are a total loser.
"I’m sorry to hear that." Harry mumbled. You lowered your head and tried to focus on your book. Harry and Ron were both studying you intently. "What?" You asked quietly, not sure what they wanted from you. "Maybe I should go..." You added, starting to get up.
"We were just...wondering what you were reading." Harry said.
"Oh, it's just a book on potions. I thought it might help me understand it better." You said sheepishly, showing them the cover of the book.
Ron groaned, "Don't even get me started on Potions class. I swear, Snape makes it harder than it needs to be!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "It's not that it’s hard, Ron. It just requires concentration and a bit of practice. You need to put more effort into it."
Yeah...more effort. That’s the problem.
"I...uh...I'm just going to return this book. I'll be back," you muttered before turning and walking away.
Ron and Harry exchanged a concerned look before Ron called after you. "What's wrong Teagan?"
"It's nothing..." you replied as you kept walking away.
The three Gryffindors watched you as you walked away.
"You two scared her away," Hermione told him. "And be quiet while I’m studying or I will personally sew your mouth shut."
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You took deep breaths in and out as you held onto the wooden shelves for support. You still had a bad feeling in your stomach. You placed the book on the shelf where it belonged.
"Hanging around Potter now, Miss Kendall?"
No. Why now?
You cleared your throat, "Professor, I was just reviewing for Potions class."
Snape's lips curved in a half-smile, "So, you don’t need my help to study anymore? And you and Potter are friends now?" Snape said sarcastically.
You gulped. You heard a rumor of Snape's disdain for Harry Potter and knew you had to choose your words carefully. You just wanted him to go away.
"No... we’re not. I..I…met him for the first time just now" you replied timidly. Snape forcefully grabbed your neck and tilted your head to meet his eyes. "Do not lie to me, little girl."
"I'm not!" You managed to squeak out.
"Why have you not been to my office the past few days?" Snape asked, his grip tightening around your neck.
"S-Sir, I-I don't know what you're talking about... I've attended every class and done all my assignments..." Tears started to form in your eyes as you desperately tried to get free from his grasp.
"You begged me to tutor you and then haven’t showed up." He growled, his face contorting into a menacing grimace. WHY?” You stayed silent with fear. "Tell me now or I'll make sure your family finds out about your mistakes." He warned. Professor Snape held up two photographs of that night in the hospital. He thumbed the edges of a startling close-up photo of your pussy covered in thick globs of his cum. The other picture clearly showed your naked body and face. Your heart froze in your chest when you saw the photographs.

"I don't understand," you said, realizing you could barely breathe.
"You wouldn't want your parents to see these, would you? Your friends, your classmates?" he asked.

“You wouldn’t want Headmaster Dumbledore finding out that you’ve been raping a first-year student, would you? Or how about the Ministry of Magic? Azkaban?

“DON’T YOU DARE THREATEN ME GIRL.” He hissed in an angry whisper. His hand went around your neck, as he choked you. “Don’t ever say something like that again. We had a deal. I will tutor you if you agree to my demands. You came to me. Don’t you ever forget that. You came to me...Now answer my question. Would you like for everyone you care about to see these pictures? He growled. You shook your head, broken, and unable to speak.

"As expected," he said. You remained ensnared in his embrace, for what felt like an eternity. Then you felt his cold hand creeping up your leg. Snape quickly clamped his hand over your mouth, muffling your scream to a low whimper.
"Quiet or somebody will hear." His iron grip around you made it very clear that you were going to stay put.

"Professor...please..." The desperation was obvious in your voice. What were you pleading him for exactly? To burn those pictures? For him to stop touching you? To let you go? Or all the above? Snape's released his hold on your neck, fingers lingering against your soft cheek.
"No need to be frightened," he said. He brushed his thumb against your cheek as if he were trying to erase the trails of pain that ran down. "All I need is something to take the edge off."
Snape practically squished you between him and the bookshelf as he lifted your skirt. His hand softly caressed the soft skin of your inner thigh. You trembled when his hand reached your panties.
"No..please." You whimpered when he pressed a finger against your pussy. Ignoring your cries, he rubbed back and forth over the soft fabric. He briefly brushed against your clit, making you sharply suck in a breath.
Your sudden gasp gave your professor the opportunity to plunge two of his pale fingers into your mouth so deeply that you gagged. The tears were back again; your hand came up to his wrist in a futile attempt to pull him away. His other hand, meanwhile, was still slowly rubbing you down there. Your pretty face burned with embarrassment and disgust as you choked on his intruding fingers.

"I wanted to fuck your throat until you cry and beg for mercy." Snape pulled out his fingers and unfastened his trousers.
"Please, you can’t, not here...please stop - I just got out of recovery...!" You sobbed and tried to pull yourself away from him. You hate how helpless and small you feel.
Snape dug his nails into your skin. "Quiet."
Without warning, he pulled your panties down to your knees. You were exposed and humiliated. You thrashed back against him, kicking and trying to get free. Tears rolled down your face, but you couldn't get away because Snape was holding you too firmly. He let out a low chuckle, reminding you how deranged he was.

"You think you can avoid me and get away with it? Think again."
Snape pressed his cock against your soft labia folds and kicked your feet together so that you were clamped tightly around him. His cock was so long that when he pushed under your pussy lips from behind, half of his length protruded past the front of your pussy. Although he wasn’t inside you, the feeling of his cock rubbing against your pussy with each thrust made you feel violated.
"P-professor...please..." You choked as his hands gripped your hips. You didn’t know exactly what he was doing, but somehow you knew this was not something a girl as young as you should be doing.
"Fuck," Snape groaned beside your ear, thrusting back and forth through your thigh gap. Your body was betraying you; you couldn't help but let out a mewl at the sensation of his body against yours. You knew it was wrong and you hated it. So wrong in so many ways, yet it was as if your body didn't need reasoning. It was biological. Over and over, he thrusted his cock without ever penetrating you. Your arousal began pooling on your professor’s member, coating him, and running down your thighs.
Then, your ears heard someone approaching. You let out a small whine and shook your head at your professor.
"Be quiet unless you want an audience." You were pinned to the bookshelves with Snape's massive cock sliding past your tiny folds. Against all wishes, he picked up his pace, pistoning between your pussy lips faster. You gasped as the footsteps moved closer. Snape put a finger to his lips, silencing you, rubbing your developing chest through the fabric. You closed your eyes, praying that whoever it was didn't catch you in this horrible position.
You desperately tried to muffle your needy cries; his fingers tightened on your hips as he pounded between your wet heat like something feral.
"If they caught us, they would think I was fucking your tight little virgin hole." He murmured before licking a stripe up your neck. Your body started to shake and quiver, the sensations were just too much to handle.
You threw your head back, not understanding that the sudden sensation within your stomach meant that you were about to cum.
You came uncontrollably onto his cock. Snape didn’t stop his heavy thrusts as you convulsed on his cock, sobbing into your arm from the confusing but dizzying pleasure.
“Hey, do you hear something?” a voice nearby said.

“No? Why?” Someone else said.

“I swear I heard something weeping.”

The voices were getting closer, no less than three feet away, probably on the other side of this bookshelf. You panted breathlessly and lifted your head, pleading with your eyes.
“The sight of you at my mercy is enthralling.” Snape drew out your orgasm by angling his dick so that his glans rubbed against your engorged clit relentlessly, back and forth, your whole-body swaying with his thrusts.
“Hey, you're right, I do hear something.” A voice said again.
Your legs gave out, but he held you up as he plowed between your wet cunt. He forced your head down before fitting the tip of his cock at the entrance of your virgin hole. Your red puffy face made him throb violently. “You look so pretty when you cum.”
You yelped and sobbed when the first streak of his cum entered your tunnel. He pushed the cock tip in just enough to seal your tight little hole, so none of his semen would seep out.
“Stop—ah! What are you— don't!” You cannot believe he stuck his penis inside your body at your age. You gasped and struggled, but your professor’s grip and body weight kept his cock pressed inside you. He came, spurt after spurt until his cum overflowed with nowhere else to. You grew lightheaded at the realization. A virgin first year student with a pussy full of her professor's seed.
As Snape withdrew, he watched his cum gush out of you like an overflowing dam. He pulled your underwear back up, which caught his potent seed dripping out of you. You gripped the shelves as your legs shook, the only thing that could give you support. You wanted to say something more, but the only word that left your mouth was one word, "Monster."
You glared at him through teary eyes with all the hate you could muster up. He grabbed your face and kissed you roughly. The kiss was short and the intensity made you blush, not out of pleasure but out of surprise.
“Let this be your second lesson,” he whispered. “Never skip your tutoring.” He said and walked away, leaving you in shock. You clenched your skirt as you tried to hold back your tears. You turned around and ran off, not looking where you were going as you were too consumed by your thoughts.
Chapter 5: "When will it be Christmas?"
You washed your tear-stained face and reapplied your makeup the best you could before your last two classes of the day. You also wiped as much of the cum out of body as you could. You changed panties quickly, but you still had the memory of the damp spot between your legs.
You might have washed the evidence away, but it only alleviated the physical traces. The thoughts that lingered in your mind were something entirely different. You had been violated and felt so incredibly alone, like no one could understand what had happened. Technically you were still a virgin, maidenhood intact, yet you had semen inside you. Shame shadowed your every step as unsuspecting strangers passed you in the hallway. You could not comprehend why Snape had chosen you, why he felt so entitled to do this to you in such a violent manner. There was no reason nor logic why he preyed on you.
You didn't know what to do. You were too ashamed and scared to tell anyone. You never went to supper after your classes, instead, you went back to your dorm alone and headed straight for the shower to clean the filth from your body. No matter how much soap you used, you still felt tainted by his seed.
It was terrifying how he made you feel so helpless and so weak. You wept silently under the steaming water. You observed your small body in the mirror lingering on the purple bruises forming on your hips. Maybe that was the worst feeling of it all, the fact that your body enjoyed the depraved act.
After you left the shower, you wrapped yourself in the giant robe that your parents gave you last Christmas. Your roommate wasn't here probably in her boyfriend's dorm or somewhere else. All you wanted to do right now was curl up in your bed and forget everything - or better - turn back time.
You pulled the covers over you, feeling safe and secure from the horrors of the night. You could still feel his touch on your body; like a heavy weight pressing down on you. Tears fell down your face and you kept your wand beside you for protection. You were wide awake all night until the sun peaked above the horizon. You didn't have the energy to attend class. You didn't know if you could face him.
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The next day in potions class you avoided him as best you could, keeping your head down and trying to stay in the background. But you could feel a sinking dread.
Some of your housemates would ask why you looked so exhausted and drained of energy every day, and all you could do was make up excuses. As far as you know, none of them suspected the truth.
"Now tell me," he said slowly in a measured cadence, "what would happen if we added powdered rat spleen to the mixture while it’s still simmering?" Snape's voice was low and raspy, but commanding.
The students looked up from their notes with uncertainty as they grappled with the complexity of this question. A few began scribbling anxiously on their parchment while others simply stared at Snape's figure looming over them.
Snape waited for their response, his beady eyes glinting in the candlelight of the classroom. He was a master of potions and he expected nothing but brilliance from his students. After a few moments of silence, when no one still answered - he focused on you.
“Kendall?”
The pressure felt intense as you tried to gather your thoughts and formulate a response. You knew that Snape was expecting a perfect answer, but you were at a loss for words.
Suddenly, you heard a faint whisper coming from the corner of the room.

Oh hell…They're probably gossiping about you. Everyone's eyes are on you as you stood. You felt yourself growing more nervous as the silence in the room seemed to stretch on forever.
“I-…I don't know, sir.” you finally stammered, your voice shaking slightly.
Snape slowly walked towards you, his steps purposeful and intimidating. “You don't… know?” He asked coldly, crossing his arms over his chest. You swallowed nervously, searching desperately for something to say.

“I suppose you couldn't be bothered to read the book before coming to class, Miss Kendall?” he said.
A chill ran down your spine as he mocked and embarrassed you in front of the class. You trembled in your seat, unsure of what to do.
Finally, you found your voice. "I... I'm sorry, Professor," you said, biting the inside of your cheek as tears stung your eyes.
"Another time, Miss Kendall," he said gruffly over his shoulder. "Make sure you are prepared for class next time."
You sat back down with your head hung. Did he have to embarrass you like that? You could hear other students snickering and laughing outright at you, and it only made your stomach twist even more. You refused to look at the rest of the students while you eagerly waited for class to dismiss. At the end you quickly gathered up your things, eager to escape, but Professor Snape suddenly crushed your hopes.
“Miss Kendall you will stay.” He said.
You looked up at him, fighting the urge to argue and remaining silent as you froze. You watched with fear as the last student dashed out of the room.
“What do you need me for…” You ask, not hiding the fear in your voice. Snape stood from his desk and slowly walked towards you.
“Professor…?” You whispered, feeling your breathing get more rapid. He stroked your cheek as you remained motionless with fear.
“I require your company, tonight.”
You gulped, anticipated what he wanted to do. You barely manage to get out the words “What do you need me for?”
“Come down to my chambers at 8:30. Sharp.”
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“Password is incorrect!” The portrait snickered. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you quietly stammered out another attempt. Still, it was no use.
“But…Professor Snape told me that was the password.” you said. You whispered it again to the portrait enchanted serving as a large door.
The goblin in the portrait stared at you with a blank expression for a moment before howling with laughter. “Wrong again! Is that your best attempt pathetic Ravenclaw?”
You groan quietly, “just…tell him I'm here…”
The goblin sighed in exasperation, before he turned his head away from you. You just wanted this to be over with. “You know what, never mind. I'll just tell him that wouldn't let me in…”
Suddenly the painting opened with a loud creak. The goblin gestured to the passageway. “You may enter, Ravenclaw.”
“Um. Maybe…I should…” You started to turn
The goblin cut you off with a wave of his hand. “No really, go in, he's expecting you.” You find yourself in a dark and musty chamber, filled with books, candles and various trinkets you couldn't make out. Without warning, the painting shut loudly behind you.
“No no! Please! Let me out!” You panicked and banged against the back of the painting.
You take a deep breath and look around the room for another way out. Suddenly, a deep voice boomed from the shadows. “I would certainly prefer if you would stop screaming.”
You look around wildly, trying to find the source of the voice. In a far corner of the room he was scribbling hastily on the parchment paper.
Snape barely glanced in your direction, continuing to work as he spoke. “Sit down.”
In what? There's no seat.
You fidget nervously and look around. “Sir, maybe I should-”
“Do you have a problem?” He interrupted you.
You shake your head and look again for a place to sit. You eventually settle on the floor, crossing your legs and hoping the floor would swallow you whole.
Snape ignored you and continued to work until finally setting down his quill. “Why are you down there?” He sighed.
You can feel your face getting warm. “There's no seat.”
Snape’s eyebrows furrowed. “There’s no chair you mean. Get up and come here.”
You reluctantly stood up and made your way slowly over to Snape. To your horror and surprise, your professor leaned back and gestured to his lap.
“Sit,” he instructed. The thought of sitting on Snape's lap mortified you. You anxiously shift from one foot to the other, biting the inside of your cheek. “But- I can't.”
Snape raised an eyebrow. “Are you questioning my judgment?”
You immediately shake your head. You know if you defied him, the consequences would be far worse than sitting on his lap. Carefully, you lower yourself onto Snape's lap, leaning forward and trying to hide how much you are trembling.

He wraps his arms around you, hands caressing your body, ignoring how you flinched and trembled against his touch.

“Why did you ask me here, Professor?” You finally manage to ask, your voice trembling slightly. His hand caresses your cheek.
“Stop shaking like a leaf.”
You can't. Not with his hand on you.
“Dove.” He murmurs. “I need you here with me,” he continues gently. “To remind me of the things that there are still good in this world. Things worth fighting for."
You gape at him, unable to comprehend what's happening. You hated when he used that nickname for you. Snape talking about goodness and love? It was so…out of character of him.
“Stop shaking. I won't hurt you.”

Bullshit. He reaches for your hand to steady it. You're too afraid to disobey him; you force yourself to relax.
“Your job right now is simple, be a good girl and sit still on my lap while I grade these papers.” You nod meekly and he releases his hold on you. You feel what you think is a warmth in your heart - did Snape just care about you? You can't quite believe it but suddenly you start to wonder if Professor Snape was not the cold, hard man that everyone thought he was. No, he probably was…You don't know. You're overthinking things again…
You sit still like a tiny statue while Snape continues to grade papers. Every so often he would pause and hum or mutter under his breath. You were uncomfortable due to your position, but didn’t want to upset him. You decided to rest your head on his shoulder to rest your eyes, which he didn't seem to mind.
“You must be utterly exhausted; perhaps you should rest.” He suggested.
“Why are you doing this? Why me?" Your voice quivered as you spoke. Why was he suddenly so kind when he was an absolute monstrosity the last few days?
“There’s just something about you. I knew it the first time I saw you. You’re perfect.”

Chapter 6: "Merry Christmas"
This time of year the school was decorated beautifully. You had been walking around, soaking in the decorations and atmosphere. Everywhere you looked there were glimmers of holiday cheer. You sat down and watched students chatter and walk about with Christmas spirit. You felt a tingle of jealousy as you wished you could feel like them.
You let out a loud sigh and buried your face into your hands. A warm hand touched your shoulder, causing you to flinch.
"What's wrong?" You looked up to see Harry.
"I'm just feeling really down," you admitted, before explaining how Christmas had always been your favorite time of year and how this year felt different due to...unfortunate circumstances.
"Something bad happened?" He gasped. "What was it?"
What could you say? Professor Snape keeps touching me - Raped me and threatens to fail me in his subject if I don't continue to do what he says.
"It's...complicated," was all you managed to say.
"Oh. I'm...sorry to hear that." He took the hint and embraced you tightly, offering words of comfort. You felt a bit of weight lifted off your chest and blush coated your cheeks. You thanked him and detached from the hug.
"If there's anything I can do to help, please don't hesitate to say so." He said with a reassuring smile. You paused before nodding.
"That's really kind of you." There was a noticeable tremble in your voice. You wanted to tell him everything, the truth, but something in the back of your mind warned you not to. There would be serious consequences if you did so. You frowned, wondering when you would be able to feel happy again.
Sighing, you gathered yourself and left the great hall - heading towards the library to read some muggle books. It is Christmas after all, and you had to make the most of it - even if it was by yourself.
In the library, the scent of books seemed to fill every corner. It used to feel like a haven - a safe place where you could find solace away from everything else. That is, until what happened last time, shaking your head at the memory. This time, you looked for a book that could hopefully make you feel better. Something with a happy ending perhaps? After browsing through the titles, one book stuck out to you. The blurb mentioned something about a slice of life and a bit of comedy. Maybe this would lift your spirits?
There weren't many people here since it was the holiday. You were in the habit now of choosing seats near the exit, so if a certain someone popped up you could escape with no problem. You sat down on the wooden chair and flipped through the pages. You heard footsteps nearby. You tried to block it out. There were sudden movements from your peripheral, as the footsteps were getting closer. You chose to ignore it, hoping to lose yourself for a while.
"Well, what do we have here?" said a voice behind you. "I never knew you liked to read," You saw Professor Snape standing above you.
"I-I..." your voice shook as the words tumbled from your lips. "It's...calming." You looked down, rubbing the sweat from your palms into your skirt.
You froze at the sudden invasion of personal space. Now he was sniffing your hair. Why was he smelling you? You visibly cringed and made a move to pull away, but his palms held your shoulders still. You wanted to move away, scream for help, or express your displeasure with his creepy action but you couldn't.
"Professor Snape-" You gasped, craning your neck forward in an attempt to escape his icy grip.
"Shh." He hissed, tightening his grip. Your eyes watered as you struggled against his hold. You were paralyzed in fear.
"You're supposed to be somewhere other than the library right now, Teagan," Snape said, his voice low but dangerous.
Your breath caught in your throat. "I-I wasn't doing anything wrong," you said quickly.
"Come with me." He said.
Before you could respond, he took your hand in his and began to walk away. His tall frame made it hard for you to keep up, as he pulled you along. You didn't want to follow him, but what other choice did you have?
"Where are we going?" You asked, stumbling as you tried to keep up behind him. You reluctantly walked beside him, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone you passed in the halls as they became confused and began to whisper to themselves.
"Please…where are we going?" you asked desparately.
Snape finally stopped and you bumped into his back. "To my office," he said firmly.
"Wh-why?" you stammered, fear coursing through your veins.
"You're noisy," he said simply. "My office might be the only place where you can keep that racket to yourself."
When you both stopped walking, you opened your eyes and realized your surroundings had changed to somewhere familiar. You were in his quarters again.
“Why am I here?” You asked, trying to find your voice. “Let me g-!”
“Now, now, let's not be hasty,” he said. “I brought you here for your own safety.”
“Safety from whom? YOU are the only one I need to be protected from!” You chided at him as you banged on his chest.
Maybe…just maybe, he would pity you and let you go.
"I won't hurt you.” You don't believe him, remembering the bruises in the mirror.
“But I have something.” He slowly pulled a tiny red wooden box from his pocket. He opened the box and inside was a…necklace.

What?
“Merry Christmas.” He said, holding out the box for you to take. After a moment you hesitantly reached out and took the necklace from him. It was a silver necklace with two letters engraved on it. S.S
Confusion formed in your mind. “For me?” You asked quietly. Snape nodded.
“Put it on.” It was more of a command than a request. Hesitant, you did as you were told.
“What… what does this mean? Why did you give me this?” You asked, stumbling over your words. His fingers suddenly caught your throat, and he pulled you closer. He leaned in, lips hovering over yours.
“I expected you to be more grateful, Teagan.” A pause before his eyes crinkled. “It means, unequivocally, that you must not select anyone other than me.”
Chapter 7: "You like being stepped on?"
When you woke you recognized that you were still in Snape's chambers. He was nowhere to be seen and your stomach growled.

Where was he?
You started looking around for food. There was no sign of food anywhere. It occurred to you that you'd have to leave his quarters to eat. Snape would definitely know, but there was no way around it.
You managed to make it to the kitchen without any problems. You grabbed a few pieces of bread and some fruit from the pantry and planned to quickly make your way back upstairs. As you turned around, you were face to face with an elf.
Out of fear, your first thought was to return to Snape’s quarters.

Why wouldn't you just go back to the Ravenclaw dormitories? Snape wasn't around. Before you could decide, you were suddenly thrown against the cobblestone wall with a tight grip around your throat.
"What on earth do you think you're doing, running around like that?" he hissed.
He let out a grunt and released you. "I thought I made it clear not to wander off and stay inside."
"I was hungry." You answered simply.
"Then why are you heading towards the towers and not to the dungeons?"
"I...I was hungry, and I wanted to explore," you said softly. "You never let me go anywhere else, so I thought it would be nice to see something new..."
He narrowed his eyes and sighed. "You never listen, do you." He took your wrist and dragged you further and further away from the Ravenclaw dormitories. You squirm and stumble forward, trying to keep up with his pace. Eventually, he stopped in a secluded area and pushed against a wooden door to enter.
"Where am I?" You whimper as Snape pushes you into the room, slamming the door shut.
"I don't think you're fully grasping the situation you're in. You are now under my watch, and I expect full obedience from you. If you don't comply with my demands, there will be consequences."
Your heart rate began to soar as you looked into his beady eyes, not daring to speak. You knew that once Snape set his expectations, there was no way for you to escape them.
"Let me make one thing clear," Snape continued. "You're going to do exactly as I say or else."
You knew that you better not disobey him, or else he would make sure that your life became a living hell. You had already seen the kind of punishments he was capable of dealing out and you didn't want any more of that.
"Spread your legs." You watched him with wide eyes as you slowly spread apart your trembling legs. He impatiently kicked them apart, causing you to scramble to hold your skirt down. Your teacher towered over you menacingly. You stopped squirming beneath him, unable to bear the thought of any more pain or humiliation. He ground his foot against your thinly clothed cunt slowly, occasionally adding more pressure.
"P-Professor..." Your eyes pleaded for him.
"You know what will happen if you don't do as I say," he said coldly. He looked down at you as he began to palm his dick through his pants.
No...not again.
You didn't want to be reminded of the horrendous sight of your captor's cock. He slowly began to jerk himself off above you, watching you intently as he continued to rub his foot against your pussy at roughly the same pace.
"Se...S-Severus!" You whimpered. You felt yourself let out a hushed gasp as the friction began to feel oddly good.

"Dirty Slut." He spat. "You're enjoying this." His breath was a bit shaky as he stroked himself faster. You felt a familiar pit of shame begin to form in your stomach at his words.
"Who knew a pretty little girl like you could be so filthy."
"I...I-m not." You whimper, moaning when the tip of his shoe pressed against your clit.
"And a lying mouth at that, not a wonderful combination. I have to do something about that."
"Beg for it like the dirty whore you are."
You only had a shred of dignity left. You started to shake your head and cry hysterically, begging him not to make you do something so demeaning. He ignored your pleas and reached out to grip your hair, forcing you to look up at him. "I said beg," he growled.
You knew you had no choice but to obey. "Please," you sobbed, "please don't make me do this."
"Please what?" He gripped your hair even more.
Your thighs begin to tense up as you humped his shoe like an animal. Your face burned from embarrassment, humiliation and pleasure. "You're gonna be mine for the rest of your life," He groaned. You shut your eyes tightly as the entirety of your body tensed up, you were panting and heaving as you felt a knot beginning to grow in your core. You gasped as you felt yourself begin to cum, you clamped your mouth shut as tiny moans escaped you as he gently grinded the tip of the bottom of his shoe against your clit as you reached your peak.
"Look at you, all a mess just from my shoe. Dirty…little..girl.” He grunted. You didn't dare to open your eyes, before you could even react, you felt hot droplets of liquid pooling onto your face, accompanied by soft groans. "Fuck." You let out small whimpers in response. You lay sprawled out on the ground completely motionless, you were so overwhelmed by everything.

Chapter 8: "Something Fishy Is Going On."

I look horrible…You frowned, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your body littered with bruises - especially your wrists, arms, and neck from Snape's iron grip.
You quickly looked away, shaking the memory from your. You wanted this to stop.
“Professor…” At the touch, you felt your body shudder.
“Darling.”
Your breath caught in your throat at the sudden nickname.
“Stop crying.”
“I…I can’t.” You wanted to push away from him. “Please don't do this…let me go,” you whispered.
“I will decide to let you go or not.” He whispered against your ear.
You trembled in his hold, unable to move away as his warm breath brushed against your skin. You were exhausted from all this, from this man who you call your professor, and from this entire situation. You just wanted to go home and never come back.
“You're just…too fucking small and adorable.” He groaned, grip tightening.
“Take your clothes off and get in the tub,” Snape ordered, stepping away from you.

How could a grown man ask a girl her age to do this? Reluctantly, you slid out of your clothes and joined him in the warm water.
“Come here.” He motioned to the space between his legs where you could make out his…thing and you sat on the opposite side from him.

“No!” You raised your voice a little bit too much before you realized what you did. "Please, no more. I don't want this," you said softer this time.
“Stop fighting unless you want to be punished.” Snape used the shampoo and started from the crown of your head and worked his way down. Next, he took the body wash and started to scrub your body clean. You did not like how his hands were touching you everywhere. You zoned out for some time before you felt your thighs being pulled apart. Your eyes widened.

“I-I think I can wash there!” You squeaked out, attempting to pry his hand off but he was too strong.
“No, let me handle it.” There was no way you were going to let him clean your privates! You barely had any dignity left. It would be humiliating.
“I-I'll do it myself!” He gripped your thigh and pulled them apart with force, pushing in between.
“I am being nice and yet you intend to push me away?”

You tried to swallow back your tears of humiliation. “I can do it on my- ah!”
Your body jerked when he pressed down against your clit, sending a shockwave through you.
“Don't…do that…”
“Then behave.” Came his strict voice. You gave up and stared off as Snape cleansed your privates. “
Chapter 9: "His final conquest"

As your visits to Snape’s office became more frequent, your feelings that he felt a sense of ownership over you, increased. Although he paid plenty of attention to your pussy, his go to move seemed to be making you strip down to nothing but your panties and get on your knees. He had insisted that you begin wearing the new thong panties that he bought for you. He took the liberty of inscribing ‘My Little Dove’ with a black permanent marker inside the waistband of each pair. As your knees pressed firmly into the cold cobblestone floor of his dungeon office, he barked at you to look up at him with your smoldering grey eyes.

“Yes…Sir.” You meekly answered and heard the familiar sound of his robes being pulled off. His cock pointed right at your mouth, waiting impatiently. You knew better than delay any further. Your hand trembled as you reached up and grabbed the stiff iron rod before you. The idea of choking down another load of his cum made your stomach turn but this was your reality now.
“Yess that’s it,” he hissed as your tongue caressed the underside of his cock. As much as the idea of sucking his cock again disgusted you, you took some pleasure in him complimenting your technique. “That’s it Little Dove, use that tiny mouth to worship my cock,” Snape rubbed the back of your hair as you began bobbing your head up and down his pulsing shaft. You kept up the back and forth motion while sucking your cheeks in, just like he taught you. His tutoring was paying off, even if you weren’t learning much at all about potions. As long as you kept this up, he’d keep giving you top marks to take home to Daddy.

“Your tongue feels like the greatest pleasure spell in the world.” He said, throwing his head back. He had started a gentle thrusting of his hips to match the pace of your head bobbing. It took him only a few minutes of you paying close attention to his cock before he shouted.
“Ugh, take my cum you little slut.”

He stiffened like a board and you felt his quivering cock firing his cum into the back of your throat. Stream after stream of his scalding, salty load shot into your tiny, developing throat. As bad as the taste was, the consistency and texture was what really made you sick. You suppressed your gag long enough for him to finish. He finally released his grip on your head which allowing you to pull back. His softening cock slipped out of your mouth and you turned your head away coughing and gagging. The cold stone had turned your poor little knees red, and your nipples were hard from the drafty basement temperature. You went to stand, glad that it was over, at least for now.

“I’m not done with you today yet.” The words tore through you like knives. You just sucked him dry, what else could he need right now?
“Today is finally the day.”

What the hell does that mean?

“I’ve watched you parade around here for months with that tight little ass and haven’t gotten to properly enjoy it. Take off the thong,” he commanded.

You hesitated, perhaps a bit too long as you tried to interpret his words.

“NOW.” He shouted as he grabbed your hair and yanked you to your feet. Your hands fell to your sides, too scared to challenge him. Your fingers hook into the band of your panties, and you gently tug them down to the floor. He walked around as you stood there anxiously waiting. You felt his hand caress your firm asscheek and your body tightened reflexively. You fought the urge to pull away from him.
“So...perfect. So small and tight.” He said as he admired

“Please let me just go…you already…ya know.”

“Came? You can’t even say came?” He looked amused and you rolled your eyes.

I’m a first year…a little girl. I’m not supposed to be thinking about this stuff. You didn’t bother arguing.

His fingers moved from the outer part of your asscheek towards the center. You felt his other hand move to your ass and begin to pull it apart.

“Whoa…what are you doing?”

“I’m going to touch your asshole.” He said shamelessly.

“NO…No you’re not!” You shouted defiantly and tried to move.

“Stand still. NOW, or everybody gets the pictures.” He yelled, pointing his finger at you.

You froze and his hands resumed their subtle exploration.

“My…GOD you are perfect.” He stared open mouthed at your backside and you felt yourself begin to cry in disgust. Suddenly you felt his finger press against the soft, wrinkled rosebud of your ass and you gasped.
“Please…” You begged but didn’t dare move.
“Silence, I won’t tell you again.” His finger corkscrewed against your little hole and you wiped the tears from your eyes.
“It’s so tiny, like a tiny pink eraser.” Your face couldn’t hide your disgusted look.

Why would he want to touch you there? You were a very clean girl, but that’s still disgusting.

“Do you like that?” He grinned as he inserted the tip of one of his fingers.

“Of course not!”

“You’ll learn to like it.” He laughed and began pushing his finger in and out of your ass steadily. After a minute he had almost his whole finger inside you and you winced at the burning sensation. You felt his tongue lick slowly up the round globe of your ass and he groaned in pleasure. Suddenly you felt even more pain and assumed that a second finger had just wormed its way into your most private place.

“OW” You shrieked, “That HURTS. Please get OUT of me!” He ignored you and kept up the probing of your back tunnel. Suddenly he picked you up and moved you to the bed.

“Enough.” He said in a commanding way. You lay on your back wide eyed, looking at up at him, wondering what was coming next. He knelt before you and spread your small legs apart. You watched as a large amount of spit dropped from his mouth into his waiting palm. He coated his thick cock in the spit.

Great, he’s gonna jerk off all over me again.

Professor Snape moved his cock toward you and lined it up against your butthole. Before you could protest, you heard.
“This might hurt just a bit.”

Nooo, he wouldn’t dare…

“OWWW” You screamed as you felt his cock push violently into your ass. He began to thrust in and out, slowly but forcefully.

“STOP! Oh…my…GOD that hurts!” You began to weep as you lay there on your back while he pounded his cock into your poor asshole.

“That’s it girl, cry for me.” He was deranged now, gripping the side of your thighs as he spread you apart.
“Please…please, take it out. You’re tearing me apart!” You pleaded and tried to wiggle away, but his firm grip on your thighs kept you from going anywhere.

God this was so disgusting and degrading.

“I knew you’d be tight back there, but good heavens, your ass squeezing me is the best thing I’ve ever felt.”
“It feels like you’re in my goddamn…stomaaaach.” You howled. “It burns so bad.”
“Language young lady!” Snape said sarcastically as he continued to shove his cock way up into your insides. He continued brutalizing your tender little asshole mercilessly.

Just when I was starting to think he was going to be nicer to me.

“You better get used to this. I own your ass, literally and I plan on using it a LOT.”
“NO!” You cried defiantly. Your little fists had a death grip on the bedsheets. You were pretty sure you were bleeding from the massive intrusion up your poor little ass.
“Where is my cock?” He taunted you.
“What?” You were confused.
“Tell me…where my cock is.”
“No, I won’t say it.” You refused.
“SAY IT.” He barked and thrust viciously hard.
“It’s…It’s up my ass. Oh god forgive me. You’re tearing my poor little asshole apart.”
“Yessss.” He hissed. “God I’m getting close.”
“Please…please just finish and take it out.” You knew he wouldn’t stop until he came, so your best bet was to just help it along. “Professor, how does it feel taking advantage of your favorite little student?”
“Amaaaazing.” He groaned, picking up the pace and thrusting hard.
“Are you gonna shoot your cum up my poor, abused little butt Professor?” You were really giving him an effort now. “
“Nghhh.” He moaned loudly as he picked up his pace.
“Please Sir, I’ll be a good girl for you. I’ll be your good girl if you promise to just take it easy on my tiny asshole.” You did your best impression of a little girl’s voice, knowing that would do it for him.
“You ass is PERFECT Teagan.” He growled. “Take my cum you little slut!” You felt his scalding hot cum flooding you as he writhed on top of you with his eyes closed. It seemed to drag on forever as he continue painting the inside of your colon with his cum.
“Now please take it out.” You cried dropping the act. Professor Snape obliged as he pulled his cock from you and rolled over onto his back. He leaned over and looked at you grinned. He admired the sight of your battered and swollen red asshole, leaking his cum onto the bed sheets. You felt so humiliated and disgusted with yourself.

How could you allow this to happen?

You both knew it. He totally owned you now.
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Chapter 3: "Please go away."

Chapter 5: "When will it be Christmas?"

Chapter 7: "You like being stepped on?"

Chapter 8: "Something Fishy Is Going On."