The Initiation

A/N: This chapter contains some disturbing Abuse/Rape scenes. This is not meant to titilate, but rather to show the lengths Severus and Genevieve must go to in order to show their loyalty to Voldemort. Very sad. You have been warned. Thanks to my beta, not_london.

***

Genevieve was sitting at her desk in her classroom when Snape came in with his trademark billowing robes and scowl. Oh dear, she thought, he's probably angry. I haven't let him touch me all week.

True, Snape was extremely frustrated that she had not returned to his bed since they had first made love, but she had assured the wizard she was trying to adjust to everything and was just a little sore. The shower scene had been a complete debacle. He had tried to penetrate her, and she had halted him. It was too soon. Then she realized she had completely neglected her work, so a three-day denial of sex had turned into a five-day denial of sex. From what she had heard about wizards and their need for sexual release, she was half expecting him to either hex her or take her on her classroom table.

He did neither. Instead, he shoved an invitation under her nose. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Another party so soon?" she asked.

"Yes, New Year's...you do remember New Year's Eve is tomorrow do you not?" he asked bitterly.

"I'm sorry, Severus. I truly am. I have had just so much work to catch up on!"

His jaw clenched. He wasn't used to not getting his way, to not be the one in control. "Perhaps you think my company boring?" he snarked.

"No. I'm looking forward to tomorrow night. You've been so patient. I promise I'll give you a special treat for being so good," she said in a flirty voice.

His eyes snapped furiously. He leaned in and growled just an inch from her face, "I am not a dog you can control with promises and treats. I expect full compensation for the neglect I have endured these past five days."

Genevieve's face went pale. She hadn't meant to offend him. And what was this "compensation?" she thought. "Severus, I don't know if I like your tone," she whispered angrily. "I love you. I'm not trying to toy with you...hurtfully...I-I just was wanting to tease in play." She was blushing furiously now and refused to look at him.

Snape looked calculatingly at the young woman. She was still too inexperienced for such rough talk. Maybe in time she would develop a taste for the darker side of sex, but for now, he had better tread lightly. She loves me, he reassured himself. She was actually attempting to tease me sexually to let me know she still wants me! This made the wizard smile. The young woman smiled timidly in return.

"I apologize," he said silkily as he walked over to her side. "I will accept any and all offerings from you to make up for my bruised ego. Exactly, what do you have in mind?" He smiled evilly. He was still just a man after all.

She blushed. "I-I haven't thought about it, but, if you could tell me a few things that you'd like, I could chose and surprise you," she offered shyly.

"I will most certainly let you know." He then took her in his arms and kissed her neck. I wonder what she'll wear for the party? he thought as he felt a telltale throb under his robes.

***

Genevieve came down the main stairs to meet the Potions master yet again for their second date for the Malfoys' New Year's Eve Gala. She wore her black hair up in a romantic twist, decorated in a diamond comb. Her dress was of an old-fashioned style of the Napoleonic Era: empire waist, sleeveless, and a daring neckline that left precious little to the imagination. It was of shimmering silver that flowed straight down to the floor. Snape could see her tiny silver slippers as she descended the stairs. Her necklace was of the most delicate of diamond necklaces. Her make-up shimmered as her dress, her eyes in silver and inky black. She was an angel. She wore the most elegant white gloves that came to her elbows. As she came face to face with her lover, she stood a little shorter now that she didn't have heels to add to her height. She was still tall, but the difference in height made her feel vulnerable.

Indeed, the height difference gave Snape a wonderful view down her cleavage. He was beyond himself. How was he going to survive the evening without taking her before the night's Gala ended? He breathed deeply, told her she was perfect, and helped her with her silver cloak.

When they arrived, the Gala was in full swing. Genevieve wasted no time in getting to the Dark Lord's side. She curtsied low before him and offered her gloved hand to him in prostration. Voldemort was impressed by her elegance. As he took her hand, she rose to face him, giving her mind over to him. She shared the details of her deflowering, which seemed to Genevieve to please the despot immensely.

Snape came to her side as the Dark Lord finished probing her mind.

"Severus, I'm so glad you finally made a woman out of this girl. She still has much to learn though." He focused his red eyes on the young woman.

"Do you wish to please me? To make me your Master?" he asked coolly.

"It is my heart's only desire."

"Liar!" he yelled. "You desire the man who stands beside you. Yet have been refusing him access to you. That is not acceptable of a Death Eater's mistress."

He turned to Severus. "You know what you must do. Make sure you do, otherwise, I will grow tired of her presence."

"Yes, my Lord," replied Severus with a formal bow.

Snape grabbed the witch by the arm and dragged her to a nearby balcony.

"You have not pleased the Dark Lord. You offered too much...you were too honest. You allowed him to see my weakness for you."

"I don't understand!" she exclaimed.

Snape sighed impatiently. "You allowed him to see how tender I was with you, how I allowed you to deny me these past five days. He was hoping for submission. Now, you must suffer...for him...and I must make you suffer."

Genevieve didn't like the coldness in his voice, the detached way he was assessing her.

"Come," he said sharply. "We are not wanted here anymore this evening."

He roughly forced her from the ballroom. The laughter from the crowd made her cringe inside. It was as if everyone knew what the evening was going to entail for her, and she grew fearful. But when Genevieve become fearful, she grew angry, violently angry...in a dead calm.

She thought he was taking her back to the castle. Instead, he took down into the bowels of the mansion, into a dungeon.

He stood in front of her as she looked at the manacles, chains and various whips...and other things she could not even name!

"Take off your gloves!" he ordered coldly. She obeyed, without so much as a tremble.

He roughly turned her around and stripped off her dress. There was a musty bed in the corner. She realized what was going to happen. She slipped out of her shoes. He hissed as he saw her thigh-high stockings. He ripped off her knickers and threw her on the bed.

He climbed on top of her. "It's time for you to learn the dark side of our deception," he whispered coldly into her ear. "I knew this time would come. I had hoped not so soon." He released his manhood from his trousers and forced her legs apart. He took her then in one hard thrust. She screamed and begged him to stop. He ignored her. Finally, he stopped and withdrew. She looked at him in anger.

His eyes were so sad and then she knew. She must play this farce. She must allow it to happen. She must help him play his part.

"You can do better than that, Snape!" she jeered.

He attacked her again, this time flipping her on her stomach and forced himself into her anus. She screamed and cried. He made it end as fast as he could. He came violently and forced himself not to cry at the sight of her battered body.

He then raised his wand to her and screamed, "CRUCIO!"

She shrieked and vomited on the floor. Her body contorted and twisted into fetal position. He ended it. Then he came to her, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. He muttered, "Tergeo," and the evidence of his fluids and her blood vanished from her body. He redressed her and forced her to stand.

"Genevieve! Look at me!" he demanded as he gripped her arms.

Her eyes were glazed over, glassy and weak. Snape reared back and struck her across her face. She would have an angry welt to sport for the Dark Lord. He shook her and grabbed her face.

He raised his wand to her. "Ennervate!" he commanded.

Genevieve came to and stood ramrod straight. Snape looked into her eyes. The damage was done, but she did not hate him...yet. For now, he hated himself enough for both of them.

"It's time to show the Dark Lord you know how to submit. You are now an official Death Eater mistress. You are mine now, and safe. Can you understand?" He looked at her with such anguish.

How could she tell him she hated him? She didn't. She knew she needed to go through this to prove herself.

"I'm just glad it was you and not someone else," she whispered hoarsely. "Take me back to him," she ordered. Her anger was white hot. She would show that snake bastard she was not weak! Snape was deeply impressed with her poise.

He tried to assist her, but she pushed him away. She would walk on her own steam. She walked back into the ballroom tall and proud with blood on her lips, and an angry bruise rising on the entire left side of her face; her hair falling out of the elaborate twist she had arranged so beautifully earlier. She came to face the Dark Lord and knelt painfully before him, and forced the anger down. He was satisfied.

"Rise!" he commanded.

She rose, wanting to scream with pain, but she kept her mouth shut and her head down.

"Look at me!" he sneered.

She met his eyes with her own and offered her mind. He saw the entire vicious interlude, although she was able to block the important pieces of her private conversations with Snape.

"I am pleased at the outcome of your discipline and punishment," he said with satisfaction. "You have proven yourself acceptable. Now, kiss my hand."

She obeyed without a thought otherwise.

The vicious bastard smiled at the young woman. "Severus, you may take her home, after her 'going over', she's no longer fit for company. But bring her to me tomorrow afternoon for tea. And please make sure she is healed. I would hate to see her looking poorly again so soon."

Severus gently took her arm up and supported her as they walked out of the ballroom. There was total silence as each woman curtsied before her in recognition and each man bowed his head in respect. She had been fully initiated.

***

The next morning, Genevieve weakly opened her eyes and saw her love sitting next to her on the edge of the bed. She recalled how he had given her powerful potions to ease her pain. He took care to heal her giant welt on her face. Now, after she had slept and healed, he was dressed in his teaching robes and looked as menacing as ever. He gave her a cup of tea and made her drink.

"It will make you feel better," he assured her.

She obeyed him without a word. After she drank, he placed the cup on the table by the bed. She placed her hand on his white one. He was shaking. He also couldn't look her in the eye.

"Look at me, Severus," she pleaded.

"I don't know how you can stand to be near me," he whispered. "What I did..."

"What you did was what had to be done. Now we can move forward with the plan!" she exclaimed wildly. "I love you. I saw your eyes; you were revolted. This is war. We do what we have to do. We are together in this." She leaned forward towards him.

"Kiss me, Severus."

He looked at the young woman, so forgiving, so open to him. How can she stand me?

"If you reject me now, Severus, you will only cause yourself further pain. We need to move past this. Don't allow the Dark Lord to define us."

He bent over and hungrily kissed the young witch. She was right, he needed to find solace in her arms, forgiveness in her touch.

"I want to make love to you," he said deeply. "Please, I need you now."

She pulled down the covers and let him in. He was shaking and fumbling, what a contrast to the black-hearted Potions master who could strike fear with one withering glance! She helped him undress, and once he was naked, she gave herself over to him. He cried as he kissed her body and tenderly entered her.

"I love you," he moaned. "Please forgive me. Forgive me!"

Genevieve was deeply moved by his emotions. She wanted to tell him so many things, but the words failed her, so she remained silent and let her body speak for her. She responded to his touch and gentleness. Soon she was overcome with her passion for him.

"Please, make me feel good," she whispered in his ear.

He moved apprehensively, not wanting to cause her any pain. She loved how he was making her feel inside. She wanted more.

"Deeper," she whispered.

He plunged into her and she emitted a low feral moan from deep inside her. Severus' eyes fixated on her face as he slammed into her again and again. Oh God, she is going to come! he thought. He continued pushing her thighs further apart so he could easily access that sweet spot she wanted him to take over. Soon she was crying out his name and calling out her love for him. He loved her like this, wanton and free, so open and giving, all for him. He shouted out "Eve!" as he came and collapsed on her as if she were a life raft on a troubled sea, crying as if he would never be able to stop.

***

"Eve?" she whispered.

"Genevieve was too difficult while in the throes of ecstasy," he muttered.

"I like it, " she said. "My own nickname."

They were walking towards the Manor. The young woman was dressed as lovely as ever, with her hair up in her trademark braided bun. She wore her green taffeta dress and had a look of confidence that gave Snape a feeling of deep reverence for her. She had allowed herself to be debased and humiliated for the Cause and it had not broken her...and thank God, it had not destroyed her love for him. If ever the Potions master doubted the sincerity of her love before, all doubts were now erased. This woman was truly in love with him...the real him. Without illusions, for she had experienced his dark side, indeed, she had borne the brunt of it. She also saw his softer, weak side. She had held him while he cried and still had not turn him away. He glanced often as they walked side by side. She was so fierce in her intention. So focused. She was his equal.

They entered the Manor and were announced before the Dark Lord. Lucius and Narcissa were also in attendance, seated to the left of the despot.

The visit was extremely civil and cordial. This is completely psychotic, thought Genevieve, for all this to carry on without even a mention of the events that had transpired the night before! Voldemort was kind with his words towards her; he was very happy and chatty. He wanted Genevieve near him, which irritated the Malfoys. Basic human nature, Genevieve reminded herself.

After tea was over, Voldemort dismissed the Malfoys and Snape. He wanted to be alone with the young woman. Genevieve's heart was racing. Why would he want to be alone with her? Surely he did not want to molest her?

"Come to me." He gestured with a wave of his skeletal hand. "I want you closer to me."

She moved her chair close to his throne and he placed his hand on hers, which were resting in her lap.

"My dear, your poise and gracefulness last night after your initiation was so impressive, I have not seen the likes of it since Bellatrix Lestrange. Would you like to meet Madam Lestrange, Genevieve?"

"Of course, my Lord," she replied.

"It's important to me for you and I to become closer. I am highly satisfied with your arrangement with Severus. I expect you to be his helper in his work." He leaned into her and sniffed her hair.

"You are doing your duty, now. Very good, Genevieve. I expect the mistresses of my Death Eaters to never spurn their sexual duties. Poor Severus, he has been alone for so long. I expect you to make him very happy. This is your task for now. Do this, and you shall be rewarded."

"Thank you, my Lord," she murmured.

***

"Eve?" Snape whispered as they walked away from the Manor, "What did he do to you?"

There was fear in his voice. "Don't worry, Severus. The Dark Lord wants me to make sure you are satisfied sexually, for now. This is my task. And if I do it well, and keep you happy, I shall be rewarded."

Snape smiled from ear to ear. The young woman raised her eyes to see his expression, a million miles away, thinking of all the things he was going to do to her, no doubt.

"Oh, I also am going to meet Bellatrix Lestrange," she quipped. "The Dark Lord wants us to be friends."

That wiped the smile clean off the Potion master's face.