Chapter 12: Wrath Of The Dark Lord
{A/N: More As Requested...fair warning: Voldemort is a sick bastard...enough said...}
My thanks to all my readers and reviewers...Enjoy-S.S.
Warning: Sexual Content ahead (although not terribly graphic), Torture and depicted Rape
Snape's Quarters, Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts...
Morning had come rather quickly. The sky still dark with the effects of the previous night. Hermione had awakened with the unrelenting urge to use the loo. The young Gryffindor witch attempted to shift toward the edge of the bed in a bid to get up and relieve her aching bladder. Her body felt heavier than usual as she found herself locked in the grips of overwhelming pain that caused her to burst into tears. Upon hearing the small gasps of agony, Snape opened his eyes. He had forgotten to insist Hermione take the potion he had placed on the end table when their activity reached it's end. With a flick of his wrist Snape sent the phial to the agonized witch.
"Drink." he ordered without making an effort to move.
Hermione opened her mouth as the enchanted phial poured the yellow liquid into it and it trickled down her throat. As she swallowed it relief began to flood her weary body. Snape groaned and turned over on his side with his pale scar ridden back facing her. Once the potion had been consumed the phial put itself back onto the end table and Hermione found that she could now move without all the excruciating agony of before. Then glanced at her husband noting the various scars that had lined his back and recalling how she dug her finger nails into his flesh at the height of passion.
She wondered if she had hurt him.
Before she could dwell on it any longer she felt the familiar ache in her bladder and made her way to the loo as she intended. Snape stretched out uncomfortable with the pain steaming from his morning erection. The images of him being inside the warmth of his young wife from the night before vivid and unrelenting.
With a hiss he tried to adjust his erection. The Potions Master realized that he had not taken the opportunity to relieve himself just yet and hoped that it was enough to at least take some of the pressure off. He wasn't too thrilled with the idea of self-gratification with Hermione so close to him and he was mortified at the prospect of approaching her for relief. The particular potion for this occasion had run out and he had no time to brew any more.
Moments into his contemplation, Snape was pleased to see Hermione emerge. Snape got to his feet trying desperately to conceal his wayward erection but he suspected that the witch had gotten a good look before he was out of her line of site and into the bathroom. The young Gryffindor witch climbed back into bed none too pleased about how cold the floor had been against her bare feet.
After several minutes of her adjusting the covers Snape made his way to the bed and climbed back in as well. He seemed to be having a bit of trouble as he tried to force himself to ignore his now painfully throbbing erection and get back to sleep. Hermione watched through half-closed eyes as he shifted uncomfortably from side to side adjusting himself rather openly as he was much too large to do it with discretion.
Taking pity on the weary wizard, Hermione slowly inched her hand toward him. She knew he would never engage her willingly and the consummation of their marriage was mandatory. Still, she proceeded to follow her line of thought. He had been so kind to her the previous night she decided to return the favor.
The second her soft warm fingers wrapped around his erection he tensed letting out a low hiss in pleasure despite himself. Hermione took this as a sign of encouragement and proceeded with her plan. There was only the soft silk of the sheets between them as Mrs. Snape slid onto her husband with tentative ease. This earned her another deep hiss from the pale wizard. His obsidian eyes locked onto her amber ones with flickers of constant heat behind them.
Hermione let out a soft moan when she felt him move his long pale callous fingers across the soft warm flesh of her thighs. He had never had a morning like this before in all the years he had taken various witches to bed. Her gesture was one that had caught him off guard.
"Y-You don't have to..." he managed despite the sensations ripping through them both.
Hermione silenced any further protest by placing a finger on his lips.
"Y-You've been so kind to me." she said. "Especially last night when most wizards in your position would not have bothered to help me understand the nature of sex...to begin with."
Snape groaned feeling her start to move against him. A weak smile filed across his pale sallow face. He should have known that she would have been eager to show him what she had learned. Once an Insufferable Know it all always an Insufferable know-it-all. Soon her actions increased in speed and The Potions Professor found himself getting lost in the moment. Before he could mentally scold himself he lifted his young wife off him and pressed her back against the mattress.
His lean pale form flexed before her as he began to thrust into the young witch in earnest. She was incredible. Possibly because he was the only man to ever have her in this way and possibly because she truly was a fast learner. He had not known how comfortable she would have been with him in a sexual sense later in their marriage but for now he relished the idea that he was finally receiving the much needed relief that his engorged erection longed for.
"Severus." she said reeling from the sensations he was sending through her body.
Snape's only reply was to either groan or grunt while she remained the more vocal of the two. Once again her fingernails dug into the pale flesh of his back. Both their bodies glistened with sweat from their efforts and their ragged breaths had been the only sound aside from the wooden headboard beating against the stone wall that could be heard for a time.
Hermione reached her end gasping for air as the sensations became more powerful. Snape continued on his pace growing more frantic and his power more frequent. By the time his release came, another was ripped from her and she called out to him in reaction. Snape's tense body began to relax as he felt completely drained from all the activity in the early hours of the morning.
No sooner had the Potions Master emptied the last of his seed into his willing wife a burning sensation of a different kind brought unstated agony to his right forearm.
"AHHHHH!" he growled in reaction.
Hermione shook off her euphoric drowsiness and looked upon her husband with genuine concern.
"Severus?" she asked knowing all too well what this meant.
The raven haired wizard pulled himself away from his wife and stumbled onto the cold hard floor below. When she attempted to get up and help him he held up his left hand and an icy chill came out in his tone.
"No." he said. "Stay away."
Hermione had been more than a little confused as she watched him use his wand to clean himself up and summon his attire. He was instantly dressed in the gray robes of a death eater and held the dreaded mask in his hand not wishing to up it on until the last second. He turned his attention to his naked young wife.
"Get dressed, head to class as soon as possible." he instructed her. "If I am not back within a few hours, report to Dumbledore...continue to act as if nothing is out of the ordinary lest you draw unwanted attention to yourself."
Before Hermione could express her concern for him, he was gone. Overwhelmed by both fear and exhaustion Hermione fell asleep. It had been a few hours before classes would start and she had plenty of time.
Unknown Location, Wizarding World...
Severus Snape had expected The Dark Lord to be furious with him. He had after all wed a Muggle-Born. A Death Eater marrying what was considered to be a Mud-Blood was never going to go over well with his master and he was ready for the consequences. The Potions Master stepped into the throne room of colorless gray stone and stood before his furious master. True to form Voldemort snapped and snarled at him. Hissing how he had disappointed him in favor of MUDBLOOD CUNT.
Snape had only taken a breath when he found himself stripped indefinitely before Voldemort and chained at the wrists while dangling from the high stone ceiling. He tried to ignore the tightness of the iron pinching into the pale flesh of his wrists and the agony of the cold open air on his exposed form. There were numerous scars from various "punishments" over the years that lined his pale flesh like pencil marks on paper. Soon the crimson of his blood would be as red paint splattered and oozing along those familiar lines and coloring his flesh pink.
At the first crack of the magical whip Snape could feel The Dark Lord probing his mind shuffling rather viciously through the events of the previous night and well into the morning the images were barely visible as all had taken place in the darkness of his bedroom.
"S-S-So." said Voldemort his voice dripping with rage. "You enjoy mudblood cunt, S-S-Severus-s-s?"
Snape felt another stinging blow from the magical whip and ground out his words.
"Y-Yes, my lord." he replied knowing what the despot wanted to here him admit though he saw no real difference when shagging them or Pureblood witches.
Another crack of the magical whip.
"You disgust me." snapped Voldemort. "All those years-s-s of loyal s-s-service and you fall victim to the very thing that I s-s-seek to destroy...MUDBLOODS-S-S HAVE NO PLACE IN OUR WORLD!"
"I know, my lord." replied Snape with just a flicker of emotion to satisfy the despots craving for fear. "B-But...I could not resist the opportunity to turn Potter's Mudblood possibly make her be of some use to us."
Voldemort had nearly beaten him unconscious before the last bit of what Snape said registered.
"Potter's Mudblood?" he hissed. "Did you say Potter's Mudblood?"
Snape had been bloodied and in a great deal of pain from his actions. The dour wizard hovered in a state close to death.
"S-S-Speak S-S-Severus." said Voldemort hissing in anger.
"I-I only sought to turn Potter's Mudblood against him, my lord." said Snape gasping for breath.
In seconds Snape felt the intrusion of Voldemort in his mind again.
A smile came across his hideous face.
"Brilliant." he said pulling out of his weary subjects mind. "Perhaps-s-s-s this-s-s... mudblood...CAN be of s-s-some use to us-s-s."
"T-Thank you...my lord." said Snape trying his best to appear grateful.
With a wave of his hand Voldemort signaled for Bellatrix LeStrange to come into the room.
"You summoned me, my lord?" she asked trying her best not to look at the bleeding and nearly broken Severus in a heap upon the floor.
"Yes-s-s." replied Voldemort with a glint in his eye. "S-S-Severus-s-s-s could use a reward and I am due for s-s-some entertainment."
With a wave of his wand, Bellatrix had been stripped of her clothes and stood before both Severus and the dark lord completely bare.
She knew what was about to happen long before she reached the throne room. It always happened like this. Before she could protest she was bound to the floor unable to move. Her dark eyes resting on Severus who had gotten to his feet. His obsidian eyes glinting in their usual way. Bellatrix knew what was coming, Voldemort did so enjoy his "play things".
Without straining she could hear the despot speak the incantation.
The despot thought he was making a game of having his two favorite death eaters become bound to each other sexually. At first it had been hurtful to the Pureblood witch's pride to be ravaged by a half-blood and he had only been 17 at the time. Voldemort grew tired of the constant bickering between Bellatrix and Severus. Upon the first night of Rudolphus' most colossal failure, Enraged Voldemort ordered a 17 year old newly recruited Severus Snape to participate in punishing him.
Sensing that torture had not been enough to convey the statement that he will NOT tolerate failure, Voldemort bound Bellatrix to the floor. Dismissed all but the parties involved from the room and cast and incantation on young Severus to invoke at his leisure a kind of rabid lust. He forced Rodolphus to watch as the young agile death eater ravaged his adoring wife.
Seeing that it worked so well the first time. The despot used it to punish both Snape and Bellatrix who seemed to have each other more than he had hated Harry Potter. It was quite entertaining and usual gave him a measure of revenge against both parties for various failures as well as rewards.
"Now!" demanded Voldemort growing impatient.
Snape walked over to the invisibly bound Bellatrix. Her arms and legs askew on the cold stone floor and her enormous breasts rising and falling with each breath she took. Her dark eyes held nothing but immense hatred for the dour wizard as he positioned himself between her pale thighs. Hate burned in her chest as his bloodied hands enveloped her flesh.
In seconds she felt him like so many times before only it wasn't the gentle prodding of his own will or the silent way he sought permission with his eyes before slipping into her warmth whenever they were together outside this wretched place. Those beaming red eyes that gazed upon them in the distance were so far away then.
No, this was the abrasive forceful entry that filled her throat with the taste of bile and her heart with overwhelming hate. Yet despite herself, the sensations he sent into her treacherous body made it hard to distinguish the two. Her body only needed the knowledge that it was Severus Snape who was invading her to function as necessary. Yet her mind saw not a glint of her sometimes lover but the monster Voldemort made him into.
"Yessss." hissed Snape savagely thrusting into the Pureblood witch.
Bellatrix opened her mouth unable to bite back the series of moans that had escaped her due to his actions.
As the hours passed Severus continued to ravage Bellatrix until her body simply could not handle the ferocity behind his ardor. Barely a sound escaped her as she fell into her own mind letting the tears swell into the corners of her eyes. That was as far as they would go. She would not dare let herself cry in front of The Dark Lord and least of all her Lover.
A series of guttural grunts and animalistic groans came from Snape as he finally reached his end dragging the seemingly mute witch with him. After a few more involuntary thrusts Snape seemed to come back to his senses. He blinked and looked down at the seemingly broken witch before him.
What have I done?
Before he could issue an apology he heard the pleased clapping of Voldemort reminding him who's presence he had indeed been in. Any perceived weakness would draw suspicion and neither he nor she could afford that.
"Well done." said Voldemort with a pleased smile. "Now that is-s-s what I call entertainment."
Snape distanced himself from Bellatrix with haste as The Dark Lord restored both their attire and released her from her binds. Without looking at any where in Snape's direction, she bid thanks to "her dark lord" and walked briskly out of the room. Both Snape and Voldemort knew where she was headed though they didn't speak of it. As far as Voldemort had been concerned she served well in her duty to him as had Snape.
"S-S-Severus." said the dark lord still in a pleasant manner. "S-S-See to it that you bring this-s-s mudblood to our way of thinking...at the very leassst she can be used to hurt Harry Potter do not fail me S-S-Severus...you are dismissed."
Snape now fully dressed but still in pain and bleeding from his wounds bowed dutiful to the dark lord.
"As you wish." he said. "My lord."
Malfoy Manor, Wizarding World...
Without a moment's hesitation Snape apparated to Malfoy Manor. He had to catch Bellatrix. What the dark lord made him do to her was beyond reprehensible. The Potions Master had known that apparation would only make his injuries worse but he felt it was no less than what he deserved after what he had done.
Snape ignored the agony and the increased blood loss as he made his way through the manor. His presence had gotten the attention of Narcissa who had been tending to a weeping and worse for wear Bellatrix. It angered Narcissa to find out Severus Snape had been the source of her sister's agony. Before she could gather the facts of what occurred she snapped at the dour wizard in frustration when he came banging on the door like some desperate fool.
"I want to see her." said Snape in an emotionless tone.
"She doesn't want to see you." said Narcissa.
"Cissy please." said Snape as kindly as he could manage. "I-I have to see Bella."
Narcissa's resolve did not soften when he used their nicknames.
A wave of dizziness from the loss of blood hit Snape and he found himself experiencing his strength being sapped.
"P-Please." he said with desperation in his tone.
Narcissa opened her mouth to speak but one of the servants noticed the trail of blood Snape had left in his attempt to look for Bellatrix.
"THERE'S BLOOD MISTRESS!" shouted the frantic house elf. "SO MUCH BLOOD!"
Narcissa's eyes widened as she realized that Snape had not intended to cause her sister harm and that it was simply the doing of the dark lord. She let the ailing wizard into the bedroom. Bellatrix sat up seeing the weary look on Snape's face.
"Bella." he said weak. "I-I..."
"I know." she replied knowing all to well what he had come to tell her.
Snape nodded and gave her a half smirk.
"Good." he said in an emotionless tone.
Before Bellatrix could offer a retort Snape collapsed on the floor of her bedroom.
"SEVERUS!" was all he heard before every thing faded to black.