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Final Year, and a journey into darkness.

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Flightcrew737 Posted on: 05 Mar 2007 1 comments
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Of course, Hermione had come to enjoy her secret meetings with Professor Snape. To bo totallyhonest, she enjoyed the degradation. Above all, she had loved it when he had taken her, with her hands against the stone wall of the Slytherin corridor, her robes up over her back and Snape emptying his seed in her arse. She had even enjoyed the repugnant Crabbe and Goyle masturbating onto her face. With the coming of the last few weeks of her final year, she knew she would miss these forbidden fruits, and had begun to wonder what she would replace them with. For sure, each time Snape had fucked her, it had been with ever increasing contempt for her feelings and needs. Not that he hadnt satsified them in every way!This final night, he had made a request. Actually it was more of an order. She was to wear her school uniform and robes, but underneath, he had ordered her to wear her training bra and white cotton panties only. She had also been told to remove all her pubic hair. Not that there was all that much to remove anyway, and as for her trainer bra, that, unfortunately, still fitted with a little room to spare. A short spell, and the final whisps of her pubic hair disappeared. She felt strangely exposed as she dressed as he had ordered. Hermione walked purposefully along the corridors of the ancient castle from Gryffindor's common room into the dank stale smelling territory of Slytherin. She never knew where Snape would be, or, indeed, if he would bother to show up at all. She felt a tinge of disapointment surge through her. What if tonight he couldnt be bothered? She bit her bottom lip anxiously as she walked, her ears straining to catch any little sound. From behind her came his icy yet oily voice. "Granger! You are late!"Hermione suddenly felt very young, very innocent and more than a little scared. "I...I'm sorry sir, I was...""I dont want ot hear your excuses, Granger. Assume the position."Hermione's heart leapt with excitement as she turned to face the wall, bent low from the waiste and placed her hands on the cold slimey stone. She felt her robes being moved and her skirt flicked up over her back. She knew of course, that she was already wet, and she gasped as the cold air kissed her pussy as Snape tugged the crotch of her panties to one side. "Well, at least you have remembered to prepare as I ordered." She felt Snape very close to her now and expected any moment to feel him penetrate her. His hands reached forward and he grabbed her wrists tightly forcing a little gasp of pain from her. She could also feel him pressing against the material of her knickers. Yet he didnt attempt to enter her.Suddenly the breath was forced from her body as she felt the unmistakable compression of apparition. She was no longer in the Slytherin corridor, but in a deserted and overgrown graveyard. As her eyes adapted to the silvery moonlight, she realised that this was the place Harry had described in such awful detail following his last meeting with the Dark Lord. Her heart beat like a hammer. The thought if Snape bringingher here to defile her was all too delicious. She found her hands resting on the top of a table tomb of cold granite. Snape muttered "Petrificus totalis" and she found herself bound in that position as he relased her wrists. Snape's next words however, chilled her to the depths of her soul."She is here, My Lord."Hermione could feel the air become icy cold as Lord Voldemorte's evil presence filled the very air moleculs that she breathed. Around her feet, Nagini, his pet snake coiled and wrapped itslef around her ankles.Voldemorte's serpentine voice cut the air."So. This is the one?. I wonder, my dear if you realise the honour I am to do you. THis night, you will go where few have gone and survived."At her feet Nagini reared its angular head between her legs. She felt the snake press against the moistness of her knickers and a tear slipped down her cheek.Voldemorte's humourless chuckle cut the air. "No, Nagini, not this time." Hermione's body had already begun to react to the serpent's nudging and her sex was aching to be filled.Suddenly, Vodemorte was against her, he used his sharp, talon like nails to slice her robes, leaving her only in her uniform. Hermione felt her panties being pulled to one side and Voldemorte's hands on her hips. He raised his head to the clear moonlit sky and uttered an ear splitting sybilant hiss as he forced himself inside her. Hermione gasped. It felt like losing her virginity all over again. There was pain and there was blood. But there was also indescribable pleasure. She pressed hard back against him as he continued to fill her ever deeper and wider. His hands grasped her wrists as he began a rhythm. Tighter and tigher he gripped as his thrusts became ever more savage. Hermionoe felt an orgasm begin deep in her gut, yet it wouldnt come to fruition no matter how hard she willed it. Voldemorte sweeld within her, stretching her almost tearing her. Then, with another svage hiss she felt his sperm shoot deep inside her, at the same time an orgasm rocked her and kept coming in wave after wave of pure lustful completion.The morning light filled her room. She sat up in bed aware of the soreness between her legs. A smile spread itself around her lips as she recalled the orgasm without end that the Dark Lord had given her. She reached down under the covers and ran a finger around the swollen bruised lips. The memory brought another rush of sexual fulfillment. From somewhere she rememberd him telling her that there is always a balance. With great pain comes great rewards. Hermione knew that her orgasms would never be the weak puny things they had been up to this point. He had told her that she could have whomsoever she wanted, where and when she wanted. Hermione rose and walked to the bathroom. She slipped out of her night dress and looked at the scratches on her hips. Suddenly, she felt a deliciouse sluttishness spread through her and she had the uncontrolable urge to pile her hair high in her hed and let if fall to her choulders. As she did so, she saw the Dark Mark etched upon the skin of her left arm where Vodelmorte had held her so tightly.That was when the screaming began.