I, Snape - Chapter Six

by April Grey

A Tale of Three Witches, Part III

I received an owl post from Madam Pince requesting my presence at her rooms this evening. The timing was perfect in that I had just finished with Potter and Weasley's detentions and was free to go to Madam Pince directly from my dungeon.

I arrived in some haste, excited about what new book she had found. I may be Potions Master here at Hogwarts, but my first love, perhaps my only true love, has always been the Dark Arts.

No sooner had the door opened when I was overcome by a wave of dizziness rendering me unconscious.

I gradually come to. I am lying flat on my back. All is dark around me. I try to speak, yet my words are not articulated, instead a low groan emerges from my lips. I attempt to get up only to discover that my arms have been tied above my head. I seem to be resting on a mattress.

Now, I believe, would be a good time to panic.

I hear a voice, low and sultry.

"Ah, Professor Snape. I see you are coming around. Perhaps I should call you... Severus?"

It's Madam Pince's voice, but something has radically changed. Her tones are honeyed and dark. I shiver.

"Yes, after that beautiful letter, I must call you Severus, if not-- 'lover'."

I start to squirm. And then I feel her breath against the side of my face. "I say, I never suspected that all those years you harbored feelings, aye, even passions for me." Her cool hand is stroking my forehead. The puzzle pieces are falling together: A letter to me about a Dark Arts book and a letter to her-- a love letter-- supposedly from me to her. Obviously, we've been set up. I try again to speak, but just more low groans come from my mouth.

"Ah, patience, my dear love." I feel her dry, cool lips brush against mine.

Just wait until I find out who set us up. There is no punishent vile enough or cruel enough to make up for this outrage! I shiver even more and feel tears come to my eyes. Tears of frustration. If I could at least speak to her before this perversity can proceed any further.

I feel her hands running up and down my body. I realize that not only am I tied down, rendered mute and blind, but I am also naked. I gasp in terror. O Heavens, what does the needle-nosed harpy have planned for me?

Then I feel something other than her hands, something soft tickling me. What is it? A feather? It trails down my chest and is heading for-- oh no, not there. Please, someone rescue me.

Her mouth crushes mine and it's no longer cool and dry. Her passions have heated her and I feel her warmth envelope me. Her kisses slide down my face to my neck and then to my chest. She lavishes attention on my tits. I struggle some more, even though I've accepted that there may be no way out from all this except to go through it.

Then I feel something fragrant (mmm, frangipani with bergamot), soft, oily and warm caress my genitals. It takes me a moment but I realize she is massaging me with heated oil, perhaps in an attempt to get me to accept, perhaps even enjoy, this hideous ordeal.

"I've thought about you for years. How difficult it must have have been for you being an agent of the dark, trapped here in this castle, forced to be Dumbledore's pawn against Vol -- well you know." Her hands are working wonders. My traitorous cock has no choice but to salute her technique!

"I've read everything in the papers about the Dark Revels, and what your kind did. I know you must be tired of always being the one in charge, so here, here you will be the one to lay back and enjoy yourself. I shall take care of you."

I feel her oily hands slip further down, caressing my sac and then, pressing on that area in between, you know, THAT area. Again I moan, but there is some pleasure in it this time. I am becoming incredibly aroused. Unable to move, speak or see, as helpless as a newborn kneazle, would normally be my worst nightmare. I've always hated being dependent! And yet, at this point, I'm starting to relax into the lubricious antics of Madam Pince. That is until she goes too far and I feel her finger enter me! Oh no, my whole body strains to get away, but she's massaging my prick and my balls at the same time and I'm becoming harder than I ever thought possible. Any more of this and I will be spending all over myself and her!

I'm gasping for air and wanting to scream, but she removes the offending digit and I attempt to regain some equilibrium. I feel her kiss my lips and then her mouth folds itself over mine for a deeper kiss. Her tongue plays with me and eventually I join in, returning the kiss. Against my will I find myself responding to her. It's not her fault, after all, that someone has decided to play this chicanery.

Yet, had I known what a passionate woman hid beneath all her austere professionalism, I would have been tempted to look twice at her. After all, neither one of us are beauties.

"Oh, Severus," I hear her whisper in my ear, "how often you have graced my fantasies!" Her hands are everywhere on me, except the one place that I want them to be. I wish I could tell her to go back to touching me there. I arch my hips, hoping she will get the message.

"Oh, yes, you are naughty."

Naughty, that's right, I'm quite ready to be naughty.

She touches me down there and I whimper. I am so ready to be naughty. She places something cold and hard around my genitals. I can't make out what it is, but it seems to be encircling them. And then I feel something also hard at my rear and before I can draw breath to scream, it's inside of me. I couldn't scream anyway, but once in, strangely, I find it pressing on a most interesting place that I never knew I had. I'd rather not admit it, but the effect is most wondrous and I feel myself become even harder, if that's possible.

She's nipping on my nipples and fondling my super hard cock. I'm tensing and flexing my butt and getting wave after wave of euphoric delight from these new sensations. I'm panting and groaning now. I feel covered in a layer of sweat and am incredulous that anything could ever feel this good. Again she kisses me and I feel like I'm flying. Sex has never been like this, and it is frightening to find it can feel this way. And does this mean that I am some sort of pervert?

I think I'm falling in love with Madam Pince.

"And because you have been such a naughty boy, I shall reward you."

Don't ask me to fathom the logic of this. Yet, I find that I am trusting this woman more and more.

"Lumos!"

And the candles come alive and I can see Madam Pince by their light. However, just as the end of war seemed to have transformed my most hated Sibyll into something interesting and new, so has Madam Pince undergone a startling transformation.

Her nose is as long and pointed as ever, but her hair is down and clinging to her back and sides like some seaweed come ashore.

Her eyes are large and grey. Strange, how all these years I never noticed them. And then I spy new territory. She is wearing nothing but a bustier, I believe that is what these black corsets are called. Her breasts peep over them and, By Merlin, they are sweet, perky little things. Barely bigger than midge bites. They look like little red currants popping over the top. I want to ravish them with my tongue. But then I notice, one has a little silver hoop in it and the other has a tiny diamond stud. She had pierced her nipples.

If I hadn't already been rendered mute by the spell cast upon me, I would be speechless. But then my eye roams and I see even further amazements. Her mound is totally devoid of hair, allowing me to see her slit and even the little internal things hanging down, oh, Ladia, Labelia? And one of them has a little ring through it, too.

She holds a riding crop; however, it is covered in velvet and the whip likewise is made of soft flowing material. It is for teasing and tickling and I now know what it was that I had felt slide over me before.

She gets on the bed and spreads herself for me, giving me quite the show as she takes my engorged member and eases it inside of her. Our eyes are fastened on each other and I make note of every facet of her pleasure.

Oh, yes, I do think I love you, as you ride me, riding so hard, rocking back and forth. I so regret being tied up, but I shift my hips repeatedly in hopes of helping increase her pleasure. Soon her little mews of glee begin to increase in volume into the yelps of a vigorous and nearing climax. I urge her on, taking joy in her lusty fun. Oh my love, my love with the amazingly pert and embellished titties. Oh, that I could suckle them while you come. With a shudder that wracks her whole body, and squeezes my penis in repeated contractions, I feel her come.

And, for some reason, I do not.... come.

She creeps off of me, her body flushed and her nether lips red and full. I look down to see that I am indeed still engorged, having turned a deep purple. There is a metal ring around my genitals which I surmise is some sort of magical devise that inhibits male orgasm. I still cannot speak, but I shoot her a look of longing, begging her to let it be my turn.

She smiles. I have never seen Madam Pince smile before. And with good reason, her teeth are worse than mine!

And, ever so delicately she reaches down and removes the ring which has been encompassing my privates.

I wonder, what is to be next in this evening of the sexually bizarre and depraved? I raise an eyebrow and smile.

She finds her voice, "That was incredible, Severus. Just like I always imagined it would be!"

She strokes my body with wide generous touches until she reaches my hardness. I'm starting to ache from all the stimulation I have received. I know I can't hold out much longer and, in fact, as soon as she reaches them, I go off like a geyser in her hands! I nearly weep from the release. I enjoy the sight of her with huge gobs of ivory semen all over her breasts and hair. Oddly, she is not so enamoured of it, and does a quick cleansing spell.

She removes the bindings from me and I swiftly take her in my arms. I kiss her with all the depth, passion and gratitude that I can muster in my limp post-climatic state.

She lifts the muteness spell and I speak, "Irma, my sweet, sweet Irma. That was so amazing."

She is trembling in my arms and I seek to reassure her that all is well. "I never imagined in a thousand years that sex could be like that."

She stares at me. "What, that isn't what you were expecting?"

Not sensing the land-mine just inches away from my step, I continued naively, completely forgetting that we had, indeed, been set up. "No, Irma, I came up here for a book." Too late, I see the warning in her eyes, so quickly replaced by hurt.

"You- you didn't write this?" She goes to a piece of parchment on her desk and brings it to me. There is a look of tragic, perceptible horror on her face.

I recognize my handwriting, but the words are flowery and girlish, filled with mawkish and pathetic sentiment. I shake my head. "But, Irma, it doesn't matter I, I think I love you."

She screams. It is a long scream of the 'nails down the blackboard' variety. I admit that I am filled with dread because I have this feeling she is about to scream 'rape', and I am about to be shipped back to Azkaban.

"Please, Irma, calm down." I put my hands out in supplication. Really, couldn't we make this thing work?

My words seem to have the opposite effect. Her breathing becomes even more erratic and her once lovely, grey eyes start to bulge from her head as she yells, "Getoutofmylife" at the top of her lungs.

I have the presence of mind to spot my robes neatly folded on top of an armchair and sprint over to them.

"OUT-NOW-NOW," my, she does have a powerful set of lungs-- whoever would have expected such a mousey-- the door slams open, I see that she has her wand, and I run with robes and parchment in hand. As I leave, I hear her hysterical sobbing coming from her rooms behind me.

I'm halfway down the hallway, when I hear a low whistle. I turn around, while searching the pocket of my robes for my wand. It's Peeves.

"Oooh, Snapeseys all nekked. 'Eees been 'aving some fun again." The disgusting creature grabs his crotch and ogles me.

I find my wand and take aim. I am pleased to see how nicely his ectoplasm smokes in the million and one little blobs that are left of him. I do hope he won't be missed too much by the Bloody Baron.

I toss my robes on over my head and continue to my dungeon. On my way, I remember that I am carrying a little souvenir of the encounter between Madam Pince and me. I remove it, do a quick cleansing spell and stow it in my pocket for later examination... and experimentation.

I clench my hands into fists, plotting revenge against person or persons unknown. They shall pay... as soon as I find out who they are.

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