This portion of the story contains a graphic description of rape. Please do not this part of this chapter if you are underage or if you are bothered by such topics. A Summary of this part will be included in the next part of this chapter.
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Severus had been the last to enter the sitting room and was therefore able to watch the division of individuals between the two sofas. The Malfoy's took the left couch while Dolohov and Bella took the right. Snape moved to join Bella and Dolohov, but the Dark Lord's laughing voice stopped him cold.
"Don't bother sssitting, Ssseverusss."
Snape turned slowly to watch his Lord enter with the hooded pet trailing behind him. The Dark Lord stopped just inside the room, but the pet passed Severus, headed for the center of the room. He didn't turn to watch the pet, instead opting to watch the dangerous megalomaniac before him. He didn't fail to notice that his Lord had his wand in hand, nor that it was pointed towards him. He kept all of his walls firmly in place, not allowing his immediate panic to show.
"Ah, Ssseverus, my loyal sssnake… Tonight you shall be rewarded for your yearsss of loyal ssservice to me and our caussse."
Relieved, but thoroughly confused, he politely queried, "My Lord?"
His 'master' gestured with his empty hand for him to turn around. He slowly did so, only his many years of spying keeping him from betraying his feelings. The 'pet' had stopped and turned to face him. The hood had been drawn back, revealing Katrina. Gazing into her eyes, he could see the glazed look which was indicative of someone under the Imperius curse.
"Katrina Ssstonesssmith… She isss beautiful, isss she not?" the Dark Lord asked from behind him.
Drawing a quick breath to fill suddenly empty lungs, he somehow spoke, "Exquisite." His heart was screaming at him to grab her and run, but his rational mind quickly squashed that immediate impulse. 'Merlin, why her? Anyone but her!'
"I am glad to hear you sssay that, Ssseverusss, becaussse after tonight, she will belong to you asss your pet," his 'master' spoke, slowly moving to stand beside Snape.
"My Lord," he said, desperately trying to keep all of his masks in place, "You are too generous!"
"Indeed," the other man replied, lazily gesturing to Katrina who removed her clothing, leaving her naked but for the collar around her neck. The wand moved, and she was levitated onto the marble slab where her ankles and wrists were quickly enclosed in the manacles. "She isss all yoursss, Ssseverusss. I have removed the Imperiusss."
'Of course you have, you sadistic bastard,' Severus thought. 'Leaving the Imperius on would mean she couldn't scream.' Breathing deeply, he steeled himself for what would likely be the most heinous act he had been forced to perpetrate as Dumbledore's spy.
Drawing on every scrap of school-year animosity he felt for James Potter and his gang of Gryffindors, he approached the marble slab near Katrina's head. "It will be a pleasure to possess a Gryffindor as my own personal pet." Staring into her frightened eyes, he forced himself to remember the feeling of betrayal he'd felt when she left him, "If you anger me, you will wish you had died along with James and Lily Potter."
Voldemort approached Katrina on the other side of the marble slab, "I sssee you remember her. A pure-blooded Gryffindor…"
Severus glanced up into the red eyes, "Of course, I remember her well. She was part of James Potter's crowd." He made a point of glancing along her naked body, "She is as lovely as I'd imagined." 'And as I'd remembered,' he silently added, cursing himself for looking at her in such a way even though he knew he had no choice. Even as he cursed himself, he knew what was expected of him, and he knew he would have to be able to perform.
He stroked his fingers down her cheek, along the length of her neck, and onto her side. He could feel his treacherous body hardening in anticipation. For a moment, his personal darkness rose within him, exalting in the thought that he would soon posses every part of the superbly beautiful woman lying before him. About to crush down his personal demons, he instead embraced them, knowing that the darkness he fought everyday would be the only thing that would allow him to finish this. His 'kinder' self had no place here tonight. Gentleness would only bring the risk of death closer to both of them.
He moved to the foot of the marble slab, his fingers tracing from her side to the top of her hip and down her thigh. Removing his hand from her, he slowly removed his tall black boots and socks. He then removed his robes, followed by his trousers and pants. He was now clothed only in a long white shirt, his cock jutting out proudly. He reached down and stroked himself once, twice, and judged himself hard enough to take the delectable creature laid out and waiting for him.
Moving onto the table, he covered her body with his own, slightly longer one. He nipped at her neck, just below her collar, his arousal impossibly increasing at her small noises of protest. From the corner of his eyes he could see her hands clenching into fists where they were restrained next to her head. He licked his way up her neck and along her jaw. Reaching her mouth, he had to restrain her head with his own hands as she tried to turn away from him.
"No, please, no," her muttered pleading finally reached the dismayed portion of his brain once he had pulled away from her mouth to breathe. Glancing into her wide hazel eyes, he read the fear and anger that were so obvious there. He needed to end this and the quicker the better.
Shifting, he aligned himself to enter her and he pushed forward, moaning as he was engulfed in Katrina's body. He pulled back and thrust in again, hard, hearing her muttering turn into whimpers as tears flowed from her eyes. He took up a fast, brutal pace – intending to bring this to a rapid conclusion. As he neared his peak, he felt a hand wrap around his left wrist and a sharp burn there brought him crashing into his climax. He collapsed on top of Katrina, even as the last waves of his orgasm swept over him.
Glancing to his wrist, he watched the Dark Lord releasing both his and his wife's arms from his grasp. The burn was still there, but more subdued now. Pulling out of her body and standing, he glanced at his left wrist. There, on the inside of his wrist, was the tattoo of a green and black coiled snake. Glancing at Katrina, he could make out the same mark upon the inside of her right wrist.
'Another damning mark,' he thought as he grabbed his wand and cast a cleansing charm on himself before dressing again. 'As if the first mark wasn't enough...'