***Emetophilia warning/puke/barf/gross/
Toxic sludge forced it's way thru Snapes mouth and down his sore throat. Mirtle had been doing this for God knows how long. this girl was crazy. and Snape was starting to break
Snape gagged and coughed as Mirtle pulled the goop in and out of him. guck leaked from his nose and tears dripped from his eyes. it wasn't that it was incredibly painful - a bit painful yes- but it was mostly overpowering.
Snape could harldy breath with all that guck going thru his nose and mouth.
he felt as tho he was drowning in some feces/vomit/mud concoction.
and he loved every bit of it.
"Oh Professor, take it like the dirty. slut. you. areeeee." Mirtle said in her usual shrieky voice.
Snape closed his eyes tight and cried softly. the tingly pain, the musky smell, the feeling it made going into him, was so much more than he could bear.
suddenly, snape tightened up and spewed vomit right thru mirtle (who was a ghost)
"Naughty naughty" Mirtle tisked as she used her gooey guck to throw Snape into his own vomit puddle. "Lick it up like a puppy" she commanded. "noooo" snape cried softly
"DON'T DEFY ME, SNAPE!" Mirtle Screamed
Snape cried a little more and then he start to lap up the vomit. it was nasty.
chunks of bread, bits of corn, and broccoli. it was slippery and slimy, and it tasted of acid and broken dreams.
Mirtle floated over to him and pushed her foot down on his head. Snape buried his nose in his own filthy vomit and continued to cry and lick lick.
"I'm learning so much, professor" she teased.