Still Inside Snape’s Tower

Harry wasn’t sure how long he hung there, drool and cum dripping from his open mouth.

Snape returned soon enough however. He liked forcing these little sluts to suck his cock 2 or 3 times as punishment before letting them go in the morning. Most were never caught out after curfew again. Though some were caught repeatedly, turned on by being bound and used. And from the way this particular bitch was using her tongue on his cock, he knew he’d catch her again.

Snape opened his robe again, ready to avail himself of the eager slut’s mouth. Looking her over carefully, he was drawn to her eyes. Emerald green and piercing. They almost peered into Snape’s soul. Eyes he had seen in his youth. A strange thought crossed his mind.

Removing the cock ring from Harry’s mouth, Snape asked, “What is your name?”

Mouth dry from remaining open for so long, Harry tried talking, but all the came out was a slight croaking sound.

Grabbing a nearby glass of water, Snape poured some into Harry’s mouth. Just enough to allow his captive to speak.

Not wanting his potions teacher to know his true identity, Harry quickly thought of a name, “Holly, Holly Westfield, Sir.”

“Well, Holly Westfield, you better not be lying to me!” Snape said, holding a potion in his hand.

Harry knew what that potion was and prayed Snape wouldn’t use it on him. However his prayers went unanswered has Snape poured the truth potion into Harry’s mouth and lifted his head, forcing the potion down his throat.

Waiting several seconds for the potion to take affect, Snape continued to stare into the green eyes before him.

“Now, Holly, what is your name?” Snape asked with a tinge of menace in his voice.

Unable to lie anymore, Harry answered truthfully, “Harry Potter.”

Snape was actually stunned. The beautiful, young girl that he had face fucked was in fact the fabled Harry Potter. That was why the eyes seemed so familiar. They were Lily’s eyes.

“Well, well, Potter,” Snape sneered, “Seems I learn more about you every year.” Blood rushed to Snape’s already engorged cock, causing it to swell even more. “And judging by the number of times I’ve caught you out after curfew over the years, I’m guessing you’ve wanted this all along!”

Harry started to say ‘no’, but Snape took the opportunity to slide his cock into Harry’s mouth, cutting off any objections. Wrapping his fingers in Harry’s hair, he slowly worked his cock in and out of Harry’s mouth. Removing one hand from Harry’s head, Snape reached over to a table and grabbed another potion, taking this one himself.

“I hope you’re ready you little cunt,” Snape said after swallowing, “This one is my own concoction. My cock will stay hard for at least 2 hours and I can cum multiple times.”

Having something in his mouth again caused the sucking compulsion to take over, and much to Harry’s disgust, he found himself worshiping Snape’s cock.

Snape, enjoying the sensations of an apparently willing cocksucker, reached under Harry and started playing with one of Harry’s breasts, “Mmmmmm, just as big and firm as your mother’s.”

Lost in the moment, Harry didn’t hear Snape’s comment. All his attention was focused on the cock in his mouth.

Soon, Snape came in Harry’s mouth, pulling out just enough for Harry to swallow, before resuming the punishment.

20 minutes later, and still rock hard, Snape was ready to cum again. This time, however, he pulled out of Harry’s mouth completely and blasted his load all over Harry’s face.

Sore from being hung by his arms and ankles for so long, Harry was to exhausted to care.

Snape adjusted the angle that Harry was hanging in so that he was in a more upright position. 30 minutes after that, Snape came on Harry’s breasts.

For the next hour, Snape continued to **** Harry by cumming on different parts of Harry’s body.

Covered in mostly dried cum, Harry was unceremoniously dropped on the floor once the potions teacher was finished with him.

Walking over to a window, Snape opened the curtains, allowing the morning sun to stream in. “I hope you’ve learned you lesson about being out after curfew, though I’m betting you didn’t, Harry.”

Looking at the cum covered, feminized figure on the floor Snape continued, “Looking like you do right now, I believe ‘Holly’ is the better name for you,” he laughed.

“Let me tell you about that stinging feeling you had earlier. It’s a wonderful spell, invented by our very own head master! Yes, your beloved Dumbledore. It’s a single rose that marks all FEMALE sluts who have been caught and punished by a teacher. It’s a very special tattoo, one that changes all by itself. The next time your caught, your ass will literally be whichever teacher catches you, and a long stem, going from the rose right to the edge of you anus. After that either leaves or thorns will appear. A leaf for each time you’ve orally serviced a teacher, a thorn for anally.”

Snape cast one final spell on Harry, causing all the dried cum in Harry’s body to suddenly liquify and migrate to his mouth, while his uniform reappeared on his thin frame.

Not wanting to upset Snape any more than necessary, hard swallowed the large pool of cum in his mouth.

“You may return to your house, ‘Holly’. But know that I’ll be keeping a close eye on you.”

Harry quickly made his way down the tower and out of it.