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I Have You Pegged

                "I just love the way your flesh bruises and burns," she said, as if in awe. She ran fingertips over the burns, causing him to flinch and cry out. He'd stopped trying to get away after the last bout of Cruciatus. "I can see now what Narcissa sees in you," she added. "When all battered up, you look quite pretty."

                He already felt ready to faint, trembling and hazed from the pain, but he truly wanted to vomit as she explained just how the next part of his 'lovely' body bleeding would be his as-of-yet untouched arse. His last shred of dignity, of innocence, was about to be stolen from him.

                It was bad enough that she'd laid him out in front of her and meticulously removed all the hair from his body, causing him to have goose bumps all over, even in areas such as the crack of his arse. He felt a thousand times more sensitive. It was agony. And now she wanted to shove something up inside that delicate, important orifice of his. He had to fight to keep any tears from falling.

                "Pain is necessary for beauty," said Bellatrix, and she jerked his head up to look at her by his hair. "Don't you agree?"

                "Yes," he eventually choked out. He hoped she would release him soon. Much longer and he feared she wouldn't be the only one who'd gone insane.

                She took off her robes, and forced him to look at her naked flesh. Objectively, he was sure she wasn't too hard on the eyes, but as it was her, his enemy, his tormentor, she looked like ugliness brought to life. She, he thought, made even his cranky old self look like some sort of celebrity, like a god among men.

                She made fun of his prick for a bit, causing his cheeks to flame even underneath the bruise on the left side of his face. She rearranged the restraints, getting him on his hands and knees and lowering the table before she engorged her clitoris. He stared blankly at the slitless cock in front of him.

                "I have you pegged," she said, and then giggled and giggled until he really thought he might go mad. It seemed she was making one of her puns, but he just didn't get it. She snarled at him when he merely looked at her blankly, moving behind him, lubing herself up. She pressed into him without much warning, and he groaned as she breached him and then began to fuck him, all the while crying out in ecstasy as he grunted with pain.

                When he did bleed after all, after she had come twice, she left him shaking there on his hands and knees to sit down in a chair and lean forward, sucking her enlarged clit into her mouth, coming a third time as she cleaned everything off of herself, then, licking her lips, sat back up.

                "Would you like to go now?" she said.

                He was afraid to answer.

                She tossed her head back and laughed. "You filthy little half-blood, I ought to kill you. But the Dark Lord says he needs you. Get out of my sight." With a flick of her wand, everything but his nipples and his cock were set free, and she hauled him up off the table, throwing his robes at him. She left the room without a backward glance.

                Removing the clamps from his nipples, including the one that was bleeding, he groaned in pain as the blood began to flow back into them. "God!" he sobbed, leaning against the table and trembling. Then, after some work, he released his hard cock, sobbingly stroking himself to orgasm and then hugging himself.

                He was still there when Rodolphus came downstairs, stunned to see him. Rodolphus drew his wand, but Severus, having had his in his hand, was quicker. Snape's eyes were frantic.

                "She's in bed now. You're safe," said Rodolphus, and the words, the idea that Severus could ever be safe, was so ludicrous that he began to giggle almost like Bellatrix had.

                Rodolphus healed his arse, as it was dripping onto the floor, but he left the rest. He dressed Snape with his wand, and then shoved him out the door. "I trust you can show yourself out."