Chapter 12: Cruelty's Intent

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Warning: Sexual content ahead...Rape...ahead...

Snape Manor, Unknown Location...

Cold stone had pressed rather violently into the side of Hermione Granger's supple cheek as she found herself at the mercy of Severus Snape's brutal strength. She had seen this coming and prepared for it as best she could but found herself significantly out matched as he gripped her wrists and flung her into the nearby stone wall. Within seconds he pounced like a large cat on the prowl and pinned her entire body to the cold stone with his own ebony clad form. She could hear the excitement in his tone as he pointed out how flawed her attempts to escape him had been. No matter what she tried or where she ran he would find her. The amber eyed witch glared rather murderously although the effect was lost given her current predicament.

"Get your disgusting hands off me!" demanded Hermione still angry at her situation and more so at Snape's audacity.

The wicked Headmaster simply smirked in the darkness and pressed his lean ebony clad form into the young witch causing her to gasp in shock. A low growl rumbled from him as he suddenly and with as much violence as possible tangled his long white fingers into her bushy brown locks and snatched her head back.

He leaned his head close noting her swallow her saliva as her sense of fear increased. With his free hand he pressed his finger tips into her slender hips as hard as he dared. The witch resisted the urge to whimper as Snape's cruel tongue slid in a serpent like manner along the exposed flesh of her neck. It had been slick and warm given where it had come from and it made her want to cringe as she computed ever vile detail to memory.

Without warning, Snape latched onto her neck sucking and licking at the sensitive flesh. Despite her attempts to contain it, she let out an involuntary moan causing Snape to chuckle darkly amused by her body's betrayal of her fierce mind. He could have told her it was inevitable. That many witches before her including her hero Minerva had not been able to withstand his antics given that despite all the ferocity and merit, each and every one of them had been women.

Snape spread the unruly young witch's legs and pressed her harder into the wall causing pain in her chest as he did so.

Before she could protest, Snape had spelled away her clothing and was running his hand along her inner thigh. The witch had been bold as she attempted to smash his wondering pale hand by clamping her thighs shut tightly. It merely amused him as she continued to come up with minor ways to ensure he did not get what he wanted.

Unfortunately for Hermione, Snape relished a challenge and at this point in time he was dead set on teaching the unruly witch a lesson. With a sweep of his hands the mad wizard launched Hermione toward the bed causing her to land on her back. He kept her in place with a magical charm and set about binding her arms and legs. He had spread her legs wide despite her attempts to close them and thwart his plans. He smirked at her feeble attempt.

He knew this lesson in particular would be devastating to the witch's sense of decency and of course...her sense of self.

Snape took off his frock coat and let it drop to the floor below. He smirked seeing the look of absolute horror file across the young witch's face. Her eyes held the same sense of Gryffindor pride Minerva had. This was truly going to be amusing. Snape had considered visiting his ill tempered wife as well getting his fill of Gryffindor hospitality at it's finest.

Next came the little seen long sleeve white shirt hitting the cold floor with little to no ceremony. Hermione could see Snape's exposed pale chest had been riddled with scars of all sorts. If she had not known any better she would have said he resembled a scratching post. He had quite a few more than in the past as she recalled Madam Pomfrey bandaging him a bit towards the end of his service to Dumbledore.

Her amber eyes had been fixed on the two newest ones, unbeknownst to her they had been Minerva's handy work.

"Time for you to learn your place Miss Granger." said Snape in a cruel Professor's tone. "And I assure you...from this night hence the world will never be the same for you."

Hermione attempted to squirm as Snape climbed onto the bed. His knee between her legs and his half naked body just a few feet from hers. He stared down at the junction between the unruly witch's thighs as a twisted smile filed across his sallow pale face. Gryffindor witches had always been so caught off guard by his antics their self absorbed views on what is good and wholesome keeping them in their neat little worlds far away from the realm of shadow where he had dwelled his whole life.

Amorality had been one of the biggest threats to a Gryffindor's sense of self and it was his absolute pleasure to introduce such an aspect to the mindless sheep in lion's clothing.

The Potions Master leaned toward the witch's thighs and like a rabid dog he set about licking the sweet young flesh before him. At first Hermione simply tensed, unsure how she should react as his tongue progressed in it's route to her most private of places. The witch began shouting various venomous words as Snape found his prize and began to collect. Unable to fight the onslaught of his cruel tongue, Hermione simply shut her eyes tightly hoping and wishing for the humiliating experience to be over quickly and that he would leave her alone.

For his part, Snape happily lapped at the young witch's warmth invading her with his tongue without a care in the world. Her involuntary cries from both humiliation and intense pleasure had been music to his ears. The taste of this witch excited him, more so than anyone before her. He was so caught up in his appointed task that even when she shuddered and screamed from the intense waves of pleasure he kept going as if he had been a starved man treated to a royal feast.

By the time he had finished Hermione had been swollen and sore from his antics. The tears still streaming down her cheeks as he smirked in satisfaction. The invasion had shattered her sense of self more so than any other Gryffindor witch he had treated in this fashion. He left after that noting another job well done.

The bushy haired witch curled into a ball wrapped in bedding as she watched his retreating form disappear from her appointed bedroom. The rage burned in her chest as she envisioned all the ways she would kill this sadistic bastard.

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Ginny's Bedroom, Snape's Manor, Unknown Location...

With a whimper, Ginerva Weasley held on to the Severus Snape's exposed pale shoulders as the dark wizard lifted her with ease and forced her back down onto his engorged cock. The young witch's red hair had been swaying with each thrust as he held her to the nearby wall. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks as Snape use her weary body for his own amusement.

"S-Sir..." she moaned leaning her head back in the wake of the sensations shooting through her highly sensitive young body. "Oh sir...never stop...please...never stop."

Snape only grunted in reply as he at last brought her up against a stone wall and began applying himself in earnest. Sweat seemed to pour from them both in waves as Ginny continued to cling to him.

"I love you Sir..." moaned the red head. "Never leave me...please never leave me."

At the mention of the word love Snape gasped in agony. He had been infuriated that Ginny would be so stupid as to declare such a thing to him. Feeling the pain rip through his body despite his intense thrusting, Snape became much too overwhelmed by her show of emotion to continue. It felt like a white hot blade was digging into his flesh with intensity beyond his capability to withstand.

"AHHHHHHH!" shouted Snape dropping the red head witch as he crumbled to the floor.

Ginny had been cast aside in the wake of Snape's fall whimpering at the loss of his cock in her warmth.

"AHHHHHHH!" shouted Snape once more as spasms of agony continued to rip through him.

Unsure how to deal with what was going on, Ginny simply fled the bedroom in search of assistance. Snape gasped in relief noting that the effect must have been caused by the idiotic witch's surge of emotion.

He gathered himself not at all phased by his nakedness not the status of his still very erect cock as he made his way toward the stairs. The black tears that had been a constant state of enigma for him flowed freely down his sallow pale cheeks but they had no meaning to him. He felt no emotion.

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Master Bedroom, Snape's Manor, Unknown Location...

Minvera McGonagall had been in her usual spot facing the covered window when her so called husband came storming into the bedroom. He slammed the door shut and made his way toward her. He wore an amused smirk but he could tell the scent of his sexual conquest had done a good deal to" ruffle the old bird's feathers" so to speak. It had been no real shock to her that he would set upon other witches. She had not loved him after all and was merely imprisoned by this farce of a marriage.

"Hermione Granger tastes almost as sweet as you do, love." taunted Snape as he neared his wife.

Minerva glared at him murderously.

"Severus you didn't?" she asked with her eyes widened.

"No...I haven't introduced her to the wonders of the dark side...yet." he replied. "I have of course sampled my impending conquest...and I have to say she is exquisite."

The former Headmistress of Hogwarts could not believe what she was hearing. The nerve of this twisted individual had made her stomach turn once again. The scent of those unfortunate young witches had still lingered on this disrespectful bastard and she felt truly sorry for them. Ginerva Weasley had not deserved to be subjugated by Severus any more than she had but it was a lost cause as far as that girl had been concerned, her devotion to this Slytherin git had been mind-numbing. Hermione Granger however had been untouched by his brand of evil and in possession of all her faculties. She could still be salvaged from this madness.

"Severus...you can do whatever you wish to me...but leave Miss Granger out of this." she said in an almost pleading tone.

"I already have the luxury of doing to you what I wish." replied Snape snatching the older witch by the arm and throwing her onto the bed.

Before she could say a word he had been between her thighs like so many times before.

"Severus..." she managed before being silenced into shock by the sensation of his enormous cock slipping into her depths.

Snape let out an almost animal like groan as he looked down at the witch whom he had known for much of his youth. His mouth found it's way to her exposed breast and he began suckling as if he were a babe in need of a nursing.

Minerva stifled a moan despite herself as Snape continued to suckle her, his obsidian gaze shifting to the older witch as he watched her facial expressions. Tears streamed down her cheeks as Snape turned his attention from suckling to thrusting. He relished her hate as he found himself invading her impressive mind. She had been trying to figure out how to escape him and take the witches he kept in his harem with her. He smirked amused at her gall.

The amusement had been short lived as his attention returned to his own thoughts and what must have occurred with Ginerva Weasley. The foolish chit had become much too attached to him. Perhaps it would be prudent to steer clear of her for the next few weeks. She would be in agony over his decision but she would learn not to spout such nonsensical things to him even if they were in the throes of passion. He pondered his apparent weakened state after she made such a bold declaration.

Perhaps he had not been as invincible after all. A prospect that had worried him given what he had accomplished over the years. No. He would play it cool for now...avoiding Ginerva was the best course of action.

Having come to terms with his plan, Snape focused his efforts on Minerva. The older witch had been quite something in terms of a bed mate despite her reluctance and given age.

The Potions Master dug his fingers into the mattress below as he began thrusting into the witch with reckless abandon. She whimpered in the wake of his pace and tried unsuccessfully to keep from moaning in response to his barbaric behavior.

"YOU. BELONG. TO. ME." he grunted harshly as his pace increased. "NO ONE WILL TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME!"

The older witch groaned helplessly as Snape went back to suckling her. The images of the raven haired boy with pale skin and haunting obsidian eyes filled her mind. She recalled how he use to huddle in the dark as tears streamed down his sallow pale cheeks. She wished she had reached out to him all those year ago. She wished just once she would have been his defender instead of his accuser when her obviously guilty students had beaten him or tormented him for their various forms of amusement.

"Severus..." said the older witch as the tears continued.

As their bodies continued with act of their coupling, their minds touched and the older witch found herself in a place she had not recognized as she searched in the apparent sea of darkness that surrounded her.

The sea of darkness had been unnerving as the older witch found herself in a place of shadow and agony. Various screams of pain and torment filled the back ground making this place all the more terrifying.

"Please help." said a soft voice in the distant darkness.

The Formidable Gryffindor witch followed the strikingly familiar voice until she came to the end of the small stone land mass that held her feet. Her green eyes widened when she caught sight of what appeared to be a boy with raven hair and sallow pale flesh caught in the middle of the sea of darkness, the waves were brutal as the beat against him tossing him about carelessly. He looked to have not slept for days and his thin frame suggested he had not eaten for longer.

"Please..." he said helplessly. "Help me."

Tears streamed down Minerva McGonagall's cheeks as she recognized who the boy had been.

"S-SEVERUS!" she said as horror filed across her face.

The boy's eyes found her and he attempted to swim toward her.

"Help me." he said as the black water threatened to submerge him.

Minerva attempted to summon a spell to levitate the boy to her but it was to no avail. Her magic had been ineffective in this place. She looked about for another means of helping the drowning boy but found there were no tools at her disposal.

"HOLD ON SEVERUS!" she shouted.

"Make it stop." pleaded the boy as tears streamed down his sallow pale cheeks mixing in with the black water. "Please make it stop."

More wave sought to punish the boy tossing him about as he continued to swim against the rising tide.

"I didn't mean to hurt anyone." he said still struggling. "Please help me...I don't want to be bad."

Minerva watched helplessly as the tide pushed the boy back beneath the surface of the sea of darkness.

"SEVERUS!" she shouted afraid for the boy that had called out for help.

A dull ache in the back of her mind caused Minerva McGonagall to forcefully open her green eyes as she came face to face with her so called husband. She had no idea what she had just seen but it was clear she had been pulled into the dark wizard's mind somehow. She continued to let out a series of moans as Snape continued to thrust into her body as if it had not been attached to her.

"SEVERUS!" shouted the witch overcome by the sensations running rampant through her body despite her sense of morality.

Snape groaned as his back arched and his release was ripped from him. Blasted with even more sweat then he entered the room with, he pulled back from the witch and landed his side of their shared bed. His raven locks had been drenched as if he had been submerged in water. He closed his eyes feeling the effects of sleep over take him.

Minerva looked at him for the longest time unsure what to make of what had been shown to her. What was happening with Severus truly? Why had she seen the boy whom had come to mean so much to her in his later years drowning in what appeared to be a sea of darkness? It became more apparent that the more she spent time with this dark wizard the more things had not appeared to make any sense.

During their battles she had just assumed that he had been a turncoat and had murdered Albus like everyone else had imagined when Harry Potter gave the final report on what happened between them but on every occasion when it was brought up Severus maintained that he had not have a choice in the matter and it had been all due to Albus himself.

She dismissed this as a likely story but the images of the boy drowning in darkness seemed much too much a coincidence. She had even cited the pulling of her into his mind an act of desperation on the dark wizard's part although she had not been sure what changed to inspire such a gesture on his part.

The green eyes noted that Severus had not been at peace in sleep, and just before she drifted off herself as the effects of what Severus had done to her body had taken it's toll

"Help me..." he muttered in the darkness.