A/N: Snape's Point-of-View
A/N #2: Dub-con chapter/torture. It's a Dark Revel. Skip if you must.
Severus responded to the call of his summoning, knowing that he would have to stoically be the Death Eater he was once a long time ago.
He knelt in his position in the circle around The Dark Lord, and couldn't help but notice how half of the ranks were missing. Malfoy and the Lestrange brothers were supposed to be next to him, but instead their locations were left blank.
His eyes glanced around and realized that the missing ones were still in Azkaban from the unexpected battle at the Department of Mysteries. The Dark Lord was very angry for having his face seen and confirming Dumbledore's assertions, so the eleven captured Death Eaters were left in the care of the Dementors as the rest continued to strive on.
"Tonight, my loyal subjects, on the darkest night of the year, we remember those foolish enough to get caught and are able to be with us tonight." The Dark Lord walked around the circle, naming off those who weren't there.
"Malfoy… Rodolphus… Rabastan… Rookwood… MacNair… Dolohov… Crabbe… Nott… Mulciber… Jugson… and Avery." Goyle seemed lost without Crabbe there, and the remaining Death Eaters weren't the usual ones that Severus had a professional respect with. If he were to be tortured for sport, Severus wasn't sure he could survive this.
Severus' mind raced, trying to figure out who was left here. There's Bellatrix, the Carrows, Gibbon, Goyle, Wormtail, Rowle, Travers, and Yaxley. Then who is the extra person?
The Dark Lord chuckled as the remainder of the group slowly noticed the extra person here, hunched under mask and cloak. "This is a special time of the year, so much focus on reflecting on the past and embracing our family, don't you think?"
The masked and robed person The Dark Lord stood before laughed gruffly. "I killed and ate my family, My Lord."
Severus' insides were frozen. It was Fenrir Greyback; he had been invited to the Dark Revel.
"And bearing that in mind, Fenrir, we're going to open our circle to our new generation in order to fill our ranks for tonight's Solstice celebration. Bellatrix! Bring in our guests."
She flicked her wand, activating a portkey that arrived immediately with a huddle of younger robed figures.
"Welcome to Lord Voldemort's cicle, my new children. Please, find an open area and join your fellow Death Eaters. Pucey, Warrington, Flint, please come be near Fenrir, you're too old for his taste. Draco, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle… by Goyle. Millicent Bulstrode, Pansy Parkinson, and Tracey Davis… by my dear Severus."
The new recruits scurried to their positions, and Severus' mind reeled with the fallout of what would happen tonight. They might not be full Death Eaters, but The Dark Lord is going to expose them to horrific Dark Magic and send them back into Hogwarts to affect the school.
"Tonight, we will show our children how to extract the magic through others by slowly drawing out their lives." The Death Eaters laughed and cheered as The Dark Lord summoned a group of Mudbloods, bound and confused, to the center.
"I expect to see, from our youngest ones tonight, enthusiasm and innovation with these Mudbloods." Voldemort shoved a Mudblood to each group of three recruits, putting their life's force into the circle to be slowly extracted over the course of the night.
In the distance, Severus could see Fenrir and Bellatrix slowly playing with and nibbling on their young boy like a pack of hyenas would. The recruits were attempting to watch stoically while being tasked to use small curses to inflict cuts and bruises.
The Carrows, Gibbon, and Travers joined Rowle and Yaxley with a pair of muggleborn witches that they were given, glad to not have to share with the younger ones who were being hesitant.
Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle were with Goyle's father as they had another Mudblood of their own to torture through a series of well-placed hexes and spells. Draco's face had gone curiously neutral, leaving Snape curious as to what was going on in his mind.
"Severus? Is that you?" The witch in front of him bound and on her knees before him, pleaded. He hadn't wanted to look at his victim, to remember a face to what he had to do tonight for Albus' 'greater good'. But she knew him, and that made everything so much more unforgettable.
The fiery red curls were like a ghost to him. It had been more than a dozen years since she had been in his office, taking the position of kneeling to him and begging that he take her under his tutelage.
"Sir, I have seen your list and accept it. I have heard your warnings and still I kneel here wishing to have your collar of consideration. Other Dominants from the community have given you their letters of recommendation. I know that I can prove to be worthy of you, Sir. Allow me to be yours, and you shall never want for another submissive."
"I do not want you, Catherine. Suffice it to say you possess a quality that cannot be changed that I do not wish to deal with." He wouldn't mention her name to Catherine.
"But I want you! And I've seen how you looked at me as I was being suspended! You can't deny the look in your eyes… Sir." She remembered her place and lowered her eyes back to the ground.
"You would do well to remember your place, Catherine. As it is, I see that I was mistaken for believing that I was ready for finding my own submissive. You are dismissed."
Catherine's last look at him was with sad eyes, and a seeming resolve to not give up on Severus Snape, left his office.
"Ah, Severus, look! She does remember you! All those times you had me rooting around in your mind, being the perfect spy for me on that doddering old man! This was to be your early birthday present, as a reward for loyal service. But now let's see how well you do with her. Remember that you are to never assume what your Lord Voldemort wants from you. Obedience is sacrosanct."
"Severus, please, save me! I know you're a good man, and helped in the war, it's why I liked you and sought you out! Sir, I don't want to die here!" Catherine begged, as Bulstrode's foot stomped her face down into the grass.
Voldemort's wand was out and already putting the Cruciatus curse on the girl for her impudence. "Tonight you will watch and learn from a true master of torture. Severus has a finesse that I want you three to learn from him. Imperio!"
Catherine lifted herself up like a marionette on strings, taking a vial of potion and swallowing it whole. Severus recognized the potion; it was his own hands that brewed that particular 'love potion'. Voldemort smiled in an inhuman way, nodding for Severus to continue with his lesson.
Severus began to feel detached as he knew what he had to do; the woman in front of him would not survive the night. She had been the one to help save him after Lily's death, the only other person that had made him open his permanently-locked drawer in his desk back in 1983.
"The potion that the subject has taken is known as 'Desiderio Bollente'. It's an Infernal-Class potion. Note how she is not under the Imperious curse but unable to run away or do anything. Her body will slowly boil her blood unless quenched with desire, and unless given an antidote, she will burn herself from inside out."
The girls crowded Catherine as she shook under the building desire, her hands wantonly running over her body and stripping herself like a proverbial bitch in heat.
"Sir… please… I need you!" She pleaded, ripping her blouse off as she ran her fingers to pinch her nipples, realizing that the pleasurable pain cooled down.
She was now frantically pulling off the rest of her clothing as she felt her blood heat up within her, and she was begging Severus for release as she slid her fingers frantically into her quim recklessly as she writhed in an orgasm, her blood cooling off as she became aware of her situation.
"Oh god, please… Severus, I tried coming back to see you, to belong to you… but Albus found out and banned me from coming to Hogwarts or from communicating to you. He said that you were too valuable to him the way you were. I just wanted to be with you… I don't want to die here… Please help me…" Catherine pleaded, the blood in her veins beginning to heat up again with desire.
Severus' face stayed emotionless as he witnessed her futile attempts at reaching a second orgasm to stem the tide of her body boiling from the inside out. "As you can see, once orgasm is reached in a particular way, it cannot be used again to stem the effects of the boiling desire potion. The best way to stave off the blood boiling sensation for your victim is to build them up towards a release as slowly as possible, and once they do orgasm, to find another way to slowly bring them again. When done properly, this agony can last for hours if you are creative enough."
"Professor, is there and antidote?" Millicent asked, cupping the ginger's breast and pinching the nipple as Catherine shrieked loudly in a pleasurable pain. Severus' eyes went over to the boy who no longer had a hand, and Pucey was using healing charms to prolong their victim's survival.
"Professor?" Pansy asked, watching Tracey Davis rub Catherine's quim fruitlessly. There was a disturbing gleam in her eyes as she watched the redhead tremble in pain.
"There is no cure. I made sure of it. Golpolott's Third Law which states… well, the key ingredient for an antidote doesn't exist anymore." He conjured a table, and she frantically scrambled to bend over it, whimpering in pain. Severus opened his pants and fisted his cock until it was firm enough and plunged himself roughly inside her, angling himself downward to find her g-spot.
Her arms had been flailing and her voice was a high-pitched growl mixed with whimpers before he had shoved himself into her, knowing that she was dripping wet from her forced desire. The cost of this particular potion was obvious as her blood cooled as Severus slowly stroked himself in and out of her. He hadn't taken his potion to give him extra vitality, so he was forced to keep himself from reaching an orgasm if he wanted to keep her from suffering.
"As you can see," he instructed as he slowly plunged himself into the submissive he rejected over a decade ago, "prolonging the painful aspects of the potion can be easily achieved by using your victim for your own sexual pleasure."
Catherine began to thrust her hips backwards, wanting him to sheath himself faster and harder as the tip of his cock was trained on her. "Severus, please just fuck me, Sir!"
Bellatrix came over, holding the boy's dismembered hand in hers. "Severus, need a hand with the girl?" She tossed the hand onto the table in front of Catherine's face, and the sheer horror made her libido crash and her blood boil again, causing her to shriek in agony.
"Damn it, you bent woman, I can take care of my own 'guest'." He thrust harder as he levitated and sent the hand flying away, thrusting his cock onto her g-spot harder than before in order to regain control of her. She came with a full body spasm, and the reality of the situation dawned on her.
"Severus, why did you send me away? We could have been happy together, sod Dumbledore's reasoning." She pleaded as she felt her cooling blood warm up again.
"You realize you are going to die tonight Catherine, and this is what you wish to speak about? I'd have expected you to plead for mercy until you simply hoped for a quick and relatively painless death." Severus wondered.
"I'm at a Dark Revel of You-Know-Who and the only man I wanted as a Master is the last person I'm ever going to be with." Her mirthless laugh was wracked as her body convulsed as her body heated up again.
"As you see here," Severus continued in his disinterested voice, "the boiling sensation returns more quickly after each completed orgasm."
"Professor," Parkinson asked, "were you involved with this Mudblood?" Her voice held disgust at the thought.
"No, she only desired me at the time. The only reason I can bring myself to fornicate with her is in knowing that I'm simply prolonging a most horrible, painful death for her."
"Severus, I loved you." She sobbed as the pain grew to be intolerable. Severus flicked his wand and silenced her. I can't hear her say that, not now!
He slid himself into her arse and pulled on her hair roughly. Her lack of screams of pain or pleasure was a blissful relief until The Dark Lord undid the charm.
"At some point when using this potion, all of your work will become futile and the potion will consume your intended victim. It will first appear to be as if they are simply sweating from overheating, until they run out of vital moisture within themselves. The next part will cause them to be parched and dry to the touch. The final stage is a painful death, followed by the body undergoing self-immolation. No bodily remains will exist, making this a great potion for assassinations."
"Oh Sev… yes… ye…" Catherine had lost the ability to speak coherently as she had shuddered into another series of crashing orgasms, and Severus pulled out before her tightening contractions would make him lose and spend himself into the dying woman.
Roughly shoving his stout prick into his pants, he conjured a whip and cursed Catherine with an alternate Dark Spell.
"When you are unable to assuage the potion's effects with standard levels of pleasure, you can easily switch to pain using a nerve inversion curse." Severus said plainly, preparing to use the whip to its maximum effectiveness.
His pupils were no longer eager to see Severus' abilities nor the mudblood tortured any longer. Fenrir had already torn into his victim's chest and was relishing the heart. Goyle had snapped his victim's neck with an ill-advised curse as his son was still throwing hexes at the corpse.
The remaining Death Eaters had killed off their victim a long time ago, and the Carrows had used the blood as a lubricant for their own perverse orgy. Bellatrix had wrinkled her nose at the amorous siblings as other Death Eaters crowded around the final victim of the Solstice.
"Hey, Snape's bringing out the whip!" Rowle exclaimed, making everyone come and watch greedily as Severus had little time to warm up and he worked frantically to soothe her blood with pain.
With each snap of the whip, her cries of pain transformed into ecstasy as the skin turned deep red. Severus was fighting to keep himself stoic as lash after lash landed, cutting her skin and seeing red seep up from the wounds.
Bellatrix was easing herself forward, eager to touch and play with the blood beginning to trail down her back. Severus sent a warning crack towards her to stave her off, and the loss of hitting Catherine for those few seconds made her blood begin to boil again.
He swung the whip and cracked it on her; her cries came out as a reckless orgasm as she became undone by the agonizing ecstasy in the midst of the Dark Revel.
Severus dropped his whip and stowed his wand away, knowing that there was nothing more he could do for her. She moaned appreciatively as she rode the pleasure, losing herself in the moment and turned to face him. Her smoldering eyes met his as she reached out to touch him.
He wanted to look away, but The Dark Lord's eyes were upon his. He had to pass this test. She had said that she loved him, and the potion had taken her from bliss to an unbearable level of agony as it cooked her instantly, drying out and cracking her skin as flames began to leak from her wounds.
Her body began to darken and crumple within itself like a crumpled piece of paper, her eyes melting under the intense heat.
"Final lesson for our new guests tonight: loyalty belongs to The Dark Lord before any promise of love or fealty to another." Severus said, taking his place in the circle.
The rest of the Death Eaters took to their places, shoving the other ones into place as the final victims' death sealed the magic and Voldemort released the spell over the circle, the magic collected and dispersed among them all.
It was like a dark ribbon was punched through his chest and weaved through everyone else in the circle, tightening as the two ends met and closed the circle. The magic pulsed through, thickening and swelling in his chest as he drew it into himself.
It felt wrong and unnatural, yet heady and intoxicating all the same. Severus knew he would feel bad about it in the morning, but for now, the high he was on as the raw, foreign magic merged into his aura was heady and he'd not care about anything.
Except that he had frustrated himself both sexually and as a sadist and was tightly wired and needing release. As the circle finished and The Dark Lord dismissed them to frolic as they saw fit, Severus apparated away as the memory of Catherine was burned into his mind.
He was surprised that he hadn't splinched himself at the gates of Hogwarts, seeing as his mind was trying to pour over his past with Catherine alongside his prolonged murder of her.
She had loved him when he had sent her away. She hadn't given up until Albus had forced her to not seek him anymore. He was horny, angry, frustrated, agitated, and was coursing with Dark Magic that had sought some sort of release. All he needed to do was to cast a few Unforgivables on someone, slice someone up or pummel them with his bare hands until he drew blood, or to pin a witch against the wall and plunge his member into their depths until he was good and satisfied.
This will pass. This has to pass. This must pass. Severus started his mantra as he entered the room and let himself use his wand to swallow up all of the light around him, leaving him in a complete veil of darkness.