Carnal Decadence SSHG

A SS/HG fanfic by Severus Sortiarius

A/N:I OWN NOTHING, This is for my amusement and others if you feel so incline to venture with me...The Characters and all rights Belong to J.K. Rowling, but I like to venture into her playground...particularly when it comes to a certain Potions Master...No Money is being made off this...and I'm quite alright with that...Stress relief and letting my imagination run wild is all I care about here...and of course Reviews...I'll try and watch my spelling but it does tend to go awry in the heat of the moment when typing so bare with me...RATED M and it's not changing...I won't be as descriptive as some other writers out of respect to the characters, but I will make them HUMAN.

WARNING: Contains Mature Content...M FOR MATURE...Violence, Abuse, Torture, A vast amount of Sexual Content, Dark Themes, Language, Imprisonment...Ect...

{A/N: This little tale was inspired by my given interest in the WIKTT "I'm Just A Gigolo Challenge", I've tried typing this before but felt it was missing something so I restarted it and hopefully it comes out better than I intended.}

Prologue: How The Mighty Have Fallen

Dark Basement, Unknown Location, Unknown World...

A sudden burst of shock flooded the senses of a formerly unconscious man with dirty unkempt raven hair and a full on beard equally filled with filth from lack of care. His eyes burst open to the sudden onset of dim light and the remaining traces of the cold and unsavory water that had disturbed his involuntary slumber. He attempted to move but found his pain riddled body had seen better days and even more comparable nights to whatever this sate of being had been.

A slight shift and the drenched man noted he'd been bound via iron fetter caked in rust and lacking use for quite some time before his unceremonious arrival. They were on tight enough to pinch the lean flesh of his pale wrists and dig in hard due to his weight. A groan escaped rather equally pale lips as he turned his attention toward the semi focused figure sitting before him on an old wooden stool.

As his blurry vision came into focus, he noted his captor had been a woman. Not just any woman to his utter dismay, but a wretched harpy known as Cordelia Bardwell. A former acquaintance of his during his years as a Potions Apprentice under the leadership of reclusive and world renown Potions Master Phaeron Aurelius.

Cordelia was the secondary student and rival to the apprenticeship whom had failed rather miserably in her tasks and stooped to cheating to out do the naturally gifted rival before her.

"Well...Well." she said in a rather condescending tone. "If it isn't Severus Snape, former Potions Master and Headmaster of Hogwarts reduced to a common beggar in the lowest corner of Knockturn Alley."

The bound bearded man with lengthy raven hair known as Severus Snape glared murderously at his former rival. She had not looked half bad given her age and line of work. She'd always had good breeding if one were to be willing to fish for a compliment for the wanton harlot.

"Cordelia." he said acknowledging her identity as she glared back at him, her dark eyes flickering with malice and the excitement of having cornered her most hated enemy.

Severus Snape noted his body had been worked over more than he realized as consciousness continued to ooze it's way back leading him to the realization that he'd been completely naked before his former rival and helpless to do anything about it.

He sighed as if he'd been without a care for the condition he found himself in much to the angry witch's disappointment.

Snape ignored the chill that filled the darkened room as the water seemed to intensify it. He cared little for much of anything at this low point in his unsavory life. He'd been outcast for a good many years and it seemed only now his status as a pariah made any sort of physical impact.

The scars from his days as a spy for the Order and Death Eater factions lingered as well as a few new ones given to him during his stint at Azkaban Prison following the conclusion of the second wizarding war. The scar on his neck where the twisted serpent Nagini had bitten him at the behest of her despot master remained despite his unwanted survival.

He'd been healed by Hermione Granger of all people and fit to stand trial where given the lack of evidence suggesting they rule otherwise, he was hauled off to Azkaban. The witch had been adamant about him paying for his crimes during the wars and saw to it when she kept him alive to see "justice" done.

Unfortunately for Snape, the news of his defection reached the other imprisoned death eaters and he was targeted via their hate groups of his treachery to the dark lord. After being beaten nearly to the brink of death a good six times he was released as part of the new Death Eater Reformation Act in a bid to better repay his debt to the wizarding world.

Hermione Granger of all people lobbied for such an act and it lead to his vast bouts of unemployment and subsequent life on the streets. Having no other place to turn, he ended up in Knockturn Alley unable to practice potion-making and out of a teaching job. The decree that former death eaters be stripped of their wands made it all the more an unbearable existence.

Now here he was at the mercy of his old foe and unable to defend himself in the slightest.

"What's the matter Snape?" asked Cordelia with a wicked smirk. "Cat got your tongue?"

"Fuck you." muttered the beaten and bound wizard.

His crude choice in wording got him a rather nasty slap across the face. Said slap had been further intensified due to his face still being wet from her earlier decision to throw water on him.

"Ahhhhhh!" shouted Snape in shock from the stinging blow.

Cordelia seemed to delight in his agony.

"That's better." she said narrowing her eyes at him once more.

"What the fuck do you want from me?" asked Snape embittered by the whole experience.

"For the moment, I require your undivided attention." she said.

With a wave of her hand she removed a tarp that seemed to have been draped over a small young man with equally pale flesh and stripped naked as Snape was with short blond hair. He didn't need an introduction as his obsidian gaze fell upon the younger wizard.

"Draco." he said seemingly affected by the presence of his godson in this hellish place.

Cordelia seemed even further delighted by his concerned expression. She had after all known him quite well.

"As you can see, your precious godson has fallen into my care." she said getting up from her stool and making her way toward him.

Snape didn't take his eyes off the boy whom had not appeared to be moving.

"What have you got on him?" he asked knowing all too well how Cordelia did business if this was indeed what she'd been eluding to.

"Apparently Lucius Malfoy has taken ill and given the status of the Malfoy family as death eaters, young Draco agreed to be in my service so long as he could make enough galleons to get the potions his ailing father needs to survive." replied the rather amused witch. "Sadly, poor Draco is but a means to an end and I'm afraid his lack of experience requires me to lean towards termination, thus rendering his sacrifice to save his father rather void doesn't it?"

Snape looked at Draco and then back at his hated rival.

"What do want?" he asked feeling every bit of his fatherly instinct regarding his godson flood back with a vengeance despite his lack of contact with him since being hauled off to Azkaban.

"Isn't it obvious?" asked Cordelia with a flash of malice in her eyes.

She walked over toward the bound older wizard letting her hands roam along his exposed pale torso and snake down toward his impressive appendage. Despite the cold and the condition that surrounded him, Severus Snape was vastly well endowed and it made him an ideal candidate for what she had in mind.

True to her brutal nature, Cordelia ran her fingers through his lengthy raven hair before using it to force him to look up at her. The minor struggle that ensued only seemed to delight her all the more as she crushed her ruby red lips into his pale one as if she meant to devour him.

"You are mine Severus Snape...and so is your delicious little godson." she said before kneeing him in the stomach causing him to double over in agony.

The added weight caused the iron fetters to further dig their way into the flesh of his wrists which were rubbed raw in the wake of his capture and efforts to break them.

"Now be a good boy." she said stepping over to him pulling his hair in a bid to get him to look up at her once more. "And take your medicine."

Snape could barely retort before she shoved the contents of a strange phial down his throat and forced him to swallow it all. The former Potions Master nearly choked down the strange red hue liquid as it went down. He felt as if he were drowning.

Once she had been satisfied that it had all gone down, Snape felt her knee him in the stomach again causing him to cough uncontrollably.

"Bitch." he said gasping as his own rage began to skyrocket.

Another heated slap across the face saw to his minding of his manners.

Snape's ears were ringing and his face burned with a combination of humiliation and outrage. He saw Draco huddled in the corner unconscious and attempted to crawl toward him forgetting for a moment that he'd been shackled via the iron fetters.

As he moved he felt his body suddenly become heavy, much heavier than he'd ever known it to have been even when recovering from rapid fire curses via the dark lord.

"W-What's happening to me?" he asked as Cordelia stared coldly at him.

"You are well on your way to your new life." said the bold and hateful witch. "You and Draco both."

Severus Snape's last conscious thought had been how annoying the obscene bitch's cackle had been before blacking out entirely.