Chương 42: Ch 39 - Detention with Pro. Snape ~Heavy BDSM~
"Miss Evans. I suppose I don't have another choice. Report to my office tonight, six thirty, sharp. I do not tolerate tardiness."
"Yes, Professor Snape. Thank you, sir."
At exactly six thirty, Elle Evans knocked on door of Professor Snape's office nervously.
"Enter," came the gruff reply from inside.
She pushed the door open to find the Potions Master seated behind his desk, grading papers with his infamous red ink.
"Good evening, Professor Snape. I'm here about the Detention," she greeted.
"Stating the obvious, as usual, Miss Evans," he replied, placing his quill in the inkpot.
"We will work in my private lab as your punishment for your NEWT'S," he announced, rising from his chair.
He stepped up to his bookcase, and tapped it with his wand, which swung away from the wall, revealing a secret door behind it.
Without checking if she was following him, Snape went through the door at a brisk pace.
Elle hurried to catch up.
The lab was spacious, with a large, empty space in the middle, that would allow him to set up temporary equipment, like huge cauldrons or temperature-control tanks.
The working benches were off to the far side of the room.
Right across from the door was a bureau, much like the one in his study, holding quills, papers, folders, potions magazines; his chair facing the door.
The walls were lined with shelves and cupboards, holding rare ingredients and top of the art equipment.
As Elle entered, the door slammed shut behind her.
"Before we begin," Professor Snape said, turning on his heel with a flurry of robes. "Today, we are going to assess your skills and ability to follow simple instructions. Your hands, Miss Evans."
"My… what?" Elle asked confused.
"Let me see your hands, Miss Evans," he repeated impatiently, taping his wand against his palm.
Elle held her palms out to him, perplexed.
Professor Snape made a small circling motion with his wrist, and ropes shot out from the tip of his wand.
Faster than she could blink, one wound itself around each of her wrists.
"Professor, what…" she started asking, her voice high-pitched with fear.
The Potions Master pointed his wand towards the ceiling, and the ropes dragged Elle's arms up, stretching them towards the ceiling.
She tried pulling against them, but they kept rising higher and higher, until she nearly had to stand on her tiptoes.
Satisfied, he nodded, returning to tapping his wand against his palm.
"Professor Snape… what are you doing, sir? Please let me down," Elle asked, her voice high pitched and trembling.
"Tut, tut, Evans. I thought it was clear we would be testing if you can…learn something valuable in my detention?" he replied with a predatory smile.
Elle' stomach twisted with fear; he couldn't possibly mean what the smile suggested.
"Accio Miss Evans's wand," he said, pointing his wand lazily in her direction.
Her vine wood wand wriggled free from her clothes, and flew into his hand.
"You won't be needing it tonight," he declared, sinking it into one of pockets on the inside of his robes.
"Now, let's start assessing you," he said suggestively, and Elle refused to believe that he meant something so dirty.
He wouldn't, he was a Professor!
He started walking around her in a small circle.
He touched the tip of his wand to her shoulder, dragging it along the sleeve of her uniform shirt, and her heart skipped a beat in fear.
Where he touched the fabric, the seam ripped open, leaving remnants of her clothes dangling from her arm.
"No… no, Professor, please stop!" Elle begged desperately, tugging on the ropes holding her arms.
Her exposed skin erupted in goosebumps in chill of the dungeons, her heart beat erratically.
The Potions Master dragged his wand down her other arm, and pieces of her ruined shirt fell to the ground around her feet, leaving her standing in her pink, lacy bra.
"Oh, no! Please stop, Professor, please stop… please don't do this," Elle pleaded, jerking at her hands in a futile attempt to cover herself.
The ropes didn't give, and she was forced to remain standing there exposed.
"No need to be so self-conscious, Miss Evans," he smirked, touching the tip of his wand to one of the straps of her bra.
Elle felt a small prickle of magic, and she squealed as the band snapped.
Professor Snape placed his wand on her other shoulder.
"No, no, no, sir, please, don't do this!" Elle squealed as the band broke under his magic.
Professor Snape placed the end of his wand against the strip of fabric between the two cups of her bra.
"No… please, Professor, please don't," Elle begged, looking up at the wizard towering over her, her chest heaving in panic, her nipples tingling in fear, as if she could already feel the fabric falling away and the air against them.
She didn't want Professor Snape to see her naked.
Her teacher looked her in the eye. "As I said, no need to worry, little girl. So, far, I very much like what I see," he added, and with a smirk, cut the fabric.
The cups snapped apart, but didn't fall immediately, her well-sized breasts holding them up and more or less in place.
Professor Snape returned his wand into the sleeve of his robes.
Elle didn't even dare to breath deeply, lest the last of her cover fall.
Professor Snape reached out for what was left of her bra.
"Stop! Please Professor, don't do this. I… I won't tell anyone..." Elle begged, her heart hammering in her chest.
"Oh, of that I have no doubt," he chuckled, gripping the torn edges.
Elle squealed as his fingers brushed against her sensitive flesh. "Now, let's see what we have here…"
Her panic rising, she begged even more loudly, and cursing herself for not practicing enough wandless magic, "Oh, no, no, no, please don't look, please don't----"
"Rest assured, little girl, that I'm planning to do much more than just looking," he informed her, almost jovially. "And there is nothing you can do to stop me."
Ignoring her pleas, he pulled the pink fabric away, dropping it at her feet.
Elle blushed in embarrassment as he bared her breasts.
She tugged on her bounds in vain; there was nothing she could do to stop him as he reached out towards her, she couldn't protect herself or cover her breast.
"No, no, no, please, stop, Professor, please don't do this!"
"Not bad, not bad at all," he hummed, cupping her left breast in a large, slightly calloused hand.
"Aaaaah" Elle shrieked, her face burning red with embarrassment.
She has never let anyone see her breast before, not even Noah just of yet, but now she couldn't believe Potions Master was groping her so casually, forcing her to expose them to him against her will.
"No, please sir, please don't…" Elle tried backing away, but the ropes didn't have enough give.
"Nice and firm. Pretty shape too," he said, squeezing and lifting her breast.
He took his time playing with her, slowly stroking his thumb across her nipple.
"Nice, proportional areolas. I wonder if they are as sweet as they look?" With a predatory smile he lowered his head to her breast.
First he kissed her skin, before flicking his tongue out, giving it a quick lick.
Humming against her skin, Snape repeated the motion a few times before planting his lips around her nipple, sucking and licking gently, teasing her nipple into a hard pebble.
"Uuunngh..." Elle threw her head back in desperation, and let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a squeal.
He kept tickling and sucking her breast for a while, and it was evident that Potions Master not only knew how to use his tongue, he enjoyed doing so greatly.
His ministrations made her stomach pool with unwanted arousal, sending sparks down her spine.
"No… Professor, stop… please…" her voice was becoming breathy.
Eventually he lifted his head again, leaving her nipple hard and shining with wetness.
Suddenly cool air of the dungeons felt downright cold against her wet skin.
It caused a strange, tightening sensation inside her nipple, as if it could have hardened even further.
Having had all his attention focused on the one nipple made Elle feel strangely out of balance.
Severus revelled in Miss Evans's desperate begging.
She had been everything he hoped what it would be like to be with Lily, but not her...for that he needs to go further.
Beautiful breast, high-pitched, fearful squeals, big, scared eyes, sinuous, enticing wriggling and struggling.
Elle was simply perfect; her cute little squeaks made his balls tighten with anticipation.
He was going to tease every single little squeal, plea and desperate sound out of her.
He was going to draw out her despair and savour it: it was intoxicating, like rich, smooth wine.
"Oh, yes, lovely indeed," he said, drawing his wand again.
Snape touched the tip to Miss Evans's skirt at her left hip, and dragged it downwards.
The seam split, and her uniform fell to the stone floor with a heavy, soft thud, leaving her in her knee-high socks and panties.
She jerked as if she wanted to catch the falling fabric.
So cute.
"Oh, no, no, no… Please Professor, I beg you, please stop this…"
"Oh, but Mis Evans, we are just getting to the best past," he chuckled, running a finger along the top of her panties.
"Oooh nooo!!"
She rewarded him with an adorable, scared shriek.
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