A Blowjob, Of course!

Bellatrix looked up from her position on the floor where she knelt before her new master. She glared daggers, her eyes filled with malevolence and hate. It was a sharp contrast to the tears of humiliation that still stained her face. Clearly having lost this contest and being put in her place had given new life to the fire with which Snape was more familiar. "When I get free and get my hands on a wand, I'm going to kill you," she spat.

Although filled with an immense sense of joy at the torment he'd unleashed upon Bellatrix, Snape kept his face even and without emotion. "Perhaps," came his response in that same bored tone. "Until then," he tugged on the buttons holding his trouser's closed and fished his cock out from inside, "suck." The former Potions Master had an impressive prick. It was long, thick, and looked like a pale, white, uncircumcised bratwurst, even before he was fully hard. He gripped it by the base and, taking a step forward brought it to Bellatrix's lips.

Bellatrix hesitated for a moment, refusing to open her mouth. The wheels turning in her head as she decided if it perhaps wouldn't be better to leave. It was likely she would not survive long. She'd be sent back to Azkaban, or perhaps killed. But was that worse than being turned into a sex **** for this insufferable half-blood asshole?

"I suppose — I should issue you a warning against biting," Snape said softly, as she knelt there considering her situation. "It seems routine — for this situation — after all." He offered the kneeling witch a very thin, amused grin as he spoke, then slapped his pale flesh against her face. "Should you bite me — I will take you to Knockturn Alley. I will — parade you through the street before auctioning you off to the highest bidder. After which — I'll haul you into the Ministry for processing as cum drips from each of your well used holes."

The dark witch believed her captor. In fact, she had no doubt now that the thought was in his head. He may do as much at this point if she tried to leave, despite his original claim that should go if she wished. Her cruel, black eyes flashed anger at Snape as he slapped his manhood against her tear-stained cheek. But, left with little other choice, she opened her mouth and allowed him to slip his dirty, disgusting cock between her lips.

Snape let out a soft, satisfied sigh as Bellatrix's mouth closed around his dick. She sucked lightly upon the tip, before her lips began to slowly slide up and down his hardening shaft. As his prick grew to full size in her mouth, he closed his eyes in pleasure. He thought of all the blissful ecstasy he'd missed out on over the years while he pursued his quest for vengeance. He didn't regret being part of the fight against Voldemort, but feeling Bellatrix's tongue careening across the underside of his shaft as her lips slid back and forth, he did wonder why he kept himself celibate for all those years.

No longer. From this point on, Snape would actively pursue the objects of his desire, and he had no doubt there would be plenty of tight, young, naive witches waiting for him at his new post as headmaster. In fact, he already had a few in mind. The question would be how could he tempt, corrupt, or **** them into becoming eager sluts willing to debase themselves for his amusement? He would need help. At the very least, McGonagall, Flitwick, and most of the other professors wouldn't willingly ignore their student's falling to depravity. But, he was more cunning than all of them, more ambitious, and best of all, they would underestimate him, or think him a friend. He was looking forward to the challenge even more than tasting the pleasures of sweet, teen witch pussy.

With a soft grunt, Snape was drawn from his plotting as Bellatrix, worried that the former Potions Master was growing bored with her technique, dove forward, impaling his shaft in her throat. He had been after all, deep in thought, and the last thing she wanted was him leading her naked through Knockturn Alley, an object to be auctioned off. Her tongue sprang free of her mouth as she pushed forward, lapping at the underside of his prick and driving him ever closer to orgasm. He looked down on her, "my — my, aren't you eager to prove yourself. I may have underestimated you — Bella." He grabbed hold of the back of her head with both hands and began to gently hump her face. Bellatrix wrapped her lips tightly around his shaft and opened her throat, swallowing each time the greasy headmaster thrust forward. Soon he was groaning in pleasure.

Snape steady increased his pace, soon he was thrusting full **** into Bellatrix's throat. Her face, once covered in tears of humiliation, was now coated in tears caused by gagging and thick strands of drool dripped from her chin. She looked up at him, her dark eyes full of hatred. But somewhere glinting near the back, Snape saw two things. The first was arousal and the second the barest hint that the former **** Eater was, or would at some point, begin to enjoy being his subservient cum ****. That revelation sent Snape rocketing toward release. With two handfuls of her tangled black hair, he slammed her face down on his prick, groaned loudly and exploded down her throat. He held her there, taking slow, short thrusts as he spurted four or five thick loads into her belly.

She sputtered and gagged, shooting him a malevolent gaze. When he released her, she pulled away, looked to the floor and gasped for breath.

Snape tucked his cock away and sat down heavily upon his nearby couch. "Accio, collar," he called softly swishing his wand. A thick, black, leather bound collar floated through the air and landed in his outstretched hands. It was an item that had been in his family for years, hidden away in the upstairs attic. It hadn't seen use since the mid-1800's when a nefarious member of the Prince side of his family had dealt in black market slaves. "This is the Collar of Ancilla," Snape said dispassionately. "It will ensure you follow my commands. Come closer so I can place it around your neck."

Bellatrix eyed the device as if it were a coiled viper, her eyes filled with fear. She licked her thin, cum stained lips, "and if I don't want to?"

Snape turned a bored expression from his captive to her small pile of clothes. "Incendio." Her garments caught fire and within moments had burned to ash. He sat, saying nothing while they burned, letting Bellatrix watch her only hope at getting away disappear. When they were burnt to ash, he went on. "You are mine now. Either you put the collar on, or I have no more use for you than I had for those clothes."

The full implication of what Snape had said was not lost on Bellatrix. If she failed to comply he would simply kill her and leave her to rot. If she was to escape, she'd need to bide her time. So, she swallowed her pride and scooted forward on her knees. Her hands were still bound behind her back, her lips trembled in fear and, with fresh tears trailing her face, she crawled next to Snape's knee. Once she was in place, her new master reached down and wrapped the collar around her throat, tightening it just enough to be uncomfortable. Instantly, a strange sensation rippled through her body. She felt numb, not quite in control of herself, it was very disconcerting to say the least.

"Until I say otherwise, you do nothing that I don't order you to do." With that command, Bellatrix's whole body went rigid. She couldn't have moved or cried out, even shed a tear if she'd wanted to. She was trapped inside her head, a doll for Snape to do with as he pleased.

Idly, Snape directed his wand. Bellatrix, like so many possessions from earlier, floated aimlessly into the big trunk, an inanimate object for his use.

Snape would leave in the morning for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy; a new, devious plan taking shape in his head. No matter the outcome, he was sure this would be a year like no other. He had purpose again, a dark purpose to exact on those who'd annoyed or plotted against him in the past. He would need allies and he would have to move carefully if he hoped to succeed.