FIC: The Tormented, Snape/Ginny, NC17 Title: The Tormented Author/Artist: Serpenscript Pairing(s)/Characters: Severus Snape/Ginny Weasley, background Ginny Weasley/Harry Potter Rating: NC17 Word count: 850~ Warnings: Dark!Ginny, mentions of fisting, verbal abuse, oversized dildow Summary: Ginny visits a prostitute with revenge in mind. Notes: This is a fliclet taken from another universe. So the scene and background may be really confusing, but the end was so punchy to me and it felt like it could almost stand alone, so I thought why not. That, and Curi wanted to read it XD
The strap-on dildo Ginevra Weasley was wearing was ruby-red, glittering - and completely monstrous. More like a huge curved bullet, it flared slightly at the head to give it the illusion of being an over-sized phallus. It wasn’t impossibly long, just impossibly thick. It gleamed with a thin layer of lubricant as he stared at it, stomach knotting in dread.
Ginny smirked at him; despite her still-childish face and waifish freckles, her brown eyes were flinty and unforgiving. The cold smile transformed her from pretty to sinister. “I’m going to fuck you with this while you apologize for the hell you put my husband through for seven years,” she hissed. Her fingers, small and delicate next to the ruby monstrosity, adjusted the straps of the harness.
She hadn’t even undressed before pulling the harness on over her clothes and attaching the huge thing: another reminder that this was about revenge, and not sex.
He couldn’t meet her eyes, so full of hate and malicious pleasure, as he mechanically unbuttoned his robe and shrugged it off wide, thin shoulders, exposing his lean frame and pale skin.
“Merlin, you’re ugly as fuck.” Ginny didn’t soften her disgust as she raked eyes over his nude frame. “Too skinny, and white as a fish. And your hair and nose, but you couldn’t exactly hide that under layers of black wool.”
He didn’t blink at the comment or the snide tone; he’d heard it often enough. The people who paid to use and abuse him came for novelty at best, revenge at worst. More often worst, he thought bitterly. “So people tell me.”
“Well, let’s get it over with. I have better people to be with.” She curled her lip and sneered - a look more at home on a Malfoy than a Weasley. “We won’t need your bedroom; the table right here will do fine. Bend over it and spread your legs, whore.”
And yet you’re here with me, Severus thought viciously, even as he turned to cross the few steps to the battered and scarred wooden table and bend himself over its cool surface, widening his legs. His stomach twisted with nerves, and he clenched nervously as he forced himself to relax. He tensed when Weasley moved, ruby glittering from his peripheral vision.
And then the huge garish monstrosity was nudging slickly between his arse cheeks. Merlin - she’s not even going to pretend to prepare me! He felt a surge of panic and slammed up his Occlumency shields to keep it from overwhelming him.
“You will apologise for torturing Harry every time I move. And think about how it feels to have a beater’s bat up your arse!” She pressed her hips forward, urging the dildo forward. “Fuck, I thought they said you’d loosened up by now?”
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to answer her evenly. “To someone or something of normal dimensions, that would be true.”
He could practically feel her smirking. “Well, then you’ll just feel it even more, won’t you?”
Sweat beaded on his forehead as she used more force until the ring of muscle gave, and the large blunt dildo breached him. Merlin, Morgana, and Circe - He inhaled sharply; he'd thought fisting had been intense. This felt like someone was splitting him in two.
He was absurdly grateful for Longbottom's fisting kink, or he thought he would have torn; as it was, his lower body cramped and spasmed painfully as she rammed the dildo home. He panted shallowly, its huge bulk inside him making him nauseous. It felt foreign and alien, unwanted and hateful.
"Say it!" Ginny snarled, face blotched with anger, and she pulled out roughly, then thrust again.
The friction was agonising; there wasn't enough lubricant. At least she used some, or I'd need a Mediwitch, he thought bleakly. He hissed in pain when she thrust forward again, harder. "I'm sorry for tormenting Potter - "
"For torturing Harry!" she hissed.
"For torturing Potter," he corrected tonelessly. His fingers curled, uselessly, against the wooden table she'd bent him over. The edge dug sharply into his groin, but he barely felt it, all his senses wrapped around the the huge thing in his arse, battering him and fucking him raw.
She slammed into him on the next stroke, and he bit his tongue and tasted blood. "Again!"
"I'm sorry for torturing Potter." He tried to not think of what the horrible sparkling dildo was doing to his body, the damage he'd have to heal, how loosely his arse would gape afterwards. Loose enough for the Hogwarts Express...
"I'm sorry for torturing Potter. I'm sorry for torturing Potter..."
"Not sorry enough yet!" She snarled, struggling to maintain the force of each thrust.
He didn't have anything to say, no excuse, no reason to dull her fury. If almost two decades of putting his life on the line as a spy for the light wasn't enough, what was? "I'm sorry for torturing Potter," he repeated mechanically, blood in his mouth and on the inside of his thighs as she fucked him.
And blood on my hands that no penance will wash away.