Cannon-compliant until the Department of Mysteries Battle.
JKR gets all the credit for character and world creation; I'm just having some fun with her gift to us.
Trigger warning for rape and sexual assault. The first few chapters or so will be extremely dark. I am a sexual slavery survivor, and my path through the after will be portrayed.
Will eventually be HEA as much as possible, but recovering from sexual trauma is a never ending battle. Some days are better than others.
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This is my first ever fan fic, so please be nice. I know it is dark. I warned you. If it is not your thing, please move along.
Hermione hated that she was always right. Just once, she wouldn't mind being wrong. As she and her friends raced for their lives through the Department of Mysteries, she tried to focus on what she could do about her being right, which, of course, was absolutely nothing. The only thing she could do was throw out curses and shields to try to keep her and her friends alive. She hoped the others were okay. Somehow, they had gotten separated, and she was alone with Harry and Neville.
The Death Eater in front of them startled her out of her reverie. Harry and Neville protectively stepped in front of her, which was stupid considering she was the strongest duelest of the bunch. As Harry and Neville fought against the skilled Death Eater, Hermione's sense of dread started to overwhelm her. No Death Eater would be alone, nor would he be fighting defensively against two underage wizards who wouldn't use dark magic. Hermione heard a noise behind her, but as she spun, she heard a whispered Imperio, and her panic disappeared.
Hermione was still conscious of the world around her. She saw Harry and Neville winning the upper hand, but she didn't care. She stashed her wand in her forearm holster and walked away from the battle. Hermione walked towards a door and came face to face with Antonin Dolohov.
"I know you can't really take in what I'm saying, but I wonder what Potter will do without his Mudblood. I'm not going to just kill you. That would be too easy." Dolohov sidled up to Hermione, bring the back of his fingers down her cheek. "Avenging your death would just give little Potter more fuel." Dolohov's hand started down her chest and stomach. "No, I plan to destroy you from the inside. I'll destroy your strength, and you will keep it to yourself because you know the truth will destroy Potter and those pesty blood traitors." Dolohov started cupping her sex through her jeans and was thrilled that Hermione's body's natural response was to rock against his hand. "Let's see if they notice you gone."
And with that, Dolohov apparated them out of the Ministry and straight into his dungeon, specifically designed to torture witches.
As soon as Dolohov entered his dungeon, his cock started to get hard. Honestly, he was surprised it took so long since he was excited to have his way with the Mudblood. Hermione still stood patiently waiting in her Imperiod state, and he was growing impatient with her silence. He wanted her to cry. He wanted to hear her scream. To do that, though, he would first have to restrain her. He just had to think of what way he wanted to take her first.
His gaze went to his modified St. Andrew's Cross. He loved this certain toy, and the modification of it. A witch's instinct is to pull away from her attacker. (He did not delude himself into thinking he was a lover to any of the witches he brought down here.) If a witch wanted to pull away from him, she would be forced to further impale herself on the dildo he had attached to the cross. Now, the dildo would be in the witch anyways, but she would be forced to push it further in to get even a smidgeon away from him. He smiled, knowing where he wanted to torture Hermione first.
Dolohov barely had to think about Hermione stripping herself, and she was immediately doing so. He thought of which hole he wanted to fuck and decided on all of them. He would take them all first, and then he would see he Crabbe Sr and Goyle Sr wanted a go. Of course they would. The Mudblood bitch had to be a virgin. They would show her what it felt like to have a cock stuffed in every hole.
He grinned as Hermione looked blankly at him. Soon, he would get to hear her scream. He ordered her into the dungeon bathroom and enjoyed the view of her pert, round ass as she walked inn front of him. He could order her to bend down and spread her cheeks, but he chose to slam her upper body down onto the counter and then order her to spread her cheeks. She did so without a fight, and he smiled. She would be fighting soon, but she would be bound and couldn't do anything.
Dolohov conjured up an enema bag filled it with uncomfortably warm water. Without mercy, he shoved the nozzle up her ass. Hermione's body naturally resisted and tried to pull away, but as soon as Dolohov gave the order to be still, Hermione froze. He squeezed the enema bag to fill her faster, and when her stomach was protruding and the bag was empty, he pulled the nozzle out.
He immediately gave the order to stand in front of the St. Andrew's Cross. Again, Dolohov took in the view of the Mudblood bitch as she walked. He lined up the dildo attached to the cross with her ass after coating the dildo with the bare minimum of lube. He didn't want the effort of putting it in Hermione unlubricated. The little bit of lube allowed him to slam her back onto the dildo, and he smiled when she involuntarily gave a gasp. Dolohov had perfected his Imperio to control the body and empty the mind, but to still allow the body to naturally react. As Dolohov secured Hermione's arms and legs, his cock got even harder. Soon, he would get to hear her whimper in pain and beg for freedom. He released the Imperio, and watched as Hermione went limp in her binds. The unconsciousness was short lived as Dolohov pointed his wand at Hermione's chest and whispered "rennervate."
Hermione blinked open her eyes in confusion. Her stomach hurt something fierce, and she figured her need for a bowel movement was what had awakened her. Even though she didn't remember leaving the ministry, she figured she had gotten injured and was in the Hospital Wing recovering. She desperately wanted to know what had happened, but she really needed to relieve herself first. That's when she became away of three things: she was naked, her arms and legs were bound, and there was something stretching her asshole. In a blind panic, Hermione looked at her wrists and yanked with all her might over and over again.
"That won't help, little Mudblood." Dolohov said from in front of her, causing Hermione's panic to rise as she realized just how much danger she was truly in. She knew begging was what Dolohov wanted, but she couldn't stop herself.
"Please, please let me go. I won't turn you on. No one has to know. Dump me in Hogsmeade. Please. I'll find my own way back to the castle. Just please!"
Dolohov smirked. The Mudblood played right into the game. Witches always looked prettier when they were begging. Too bad she wasn't on her knees begging, yet.
"Why would I let you go? Besides, I don't think you could handle the pressure of Apparating; it might make you sully your pants" Dolohov chuckled. "Oh wait, that's right. You don't have anything on."
Hermione by this point had stopped struggling. The movement just made her have to poop more, and she was terrified of what would happen if she made a mess. It was time for a new tactic.
"Please. Okay. You don't have to let me go." Hermione silently added for now. "But please let me go to the bathroom. I really need to go. Please. I need to." She started to shout please at Dolohov as he started to walk away. "Please. I don't want to make a mess! I'll do anything."
Dolohov couldn't help but to grin. Witches were so quick to bargain when they had a full enema in them and they couldn't go. He continued to walk away, but he knew that her anything would be his dick in her throat. Thank Merlin for magic. He would simply levitate and rotate the cross so he had access to her mouth.
Hermione was screaming please between whimpers of pain. She was starting to think he would let her intestines explode. She knew bargaining anything was stupid, but she had nothing to give. Harry and Ron would be lost if she didn't return. She watched as Dolohov stopped and turned, her eyes immediately flying to his crotch as his hands worked his belt and fly.
Dolohov stalked over to her, "You should not have said anything, Mudblood. For the price of you… relieving yourself… I exact your throat around my cock." As he got closer, Hermione shrunk back, only to yelp and move towards him.
"What have you done to me?" Hermione had never felt this kind of urgency in her bowels, and she was sure that if it weren't for whatever was in her ass, she would be making a messy on the floor.
Dolohov reached a hand forward and laid it flat on her stomach and pushed, hard. Hermione gasped and then groaned in pain. The pressure made her stomach gurgle, but more importantly, it thrust the thing in her ass further up it. "Oh, I simply filled you up with water. I plan on fucking you in every hole. And while I will get myself dirty with muddy blood, I have no intention of getting myself dirty with your waste."
Hermione was whimpering and crying. Dolohov thought it made her look gorgeous. He gave her stomach one last hard shove, and then levitated the cross to rotate it.
"If you want the pain in your stomach to stop, you will take my cock down your throat. This is non-negotiable."
Hermione's eyes widened in fear. She would be strong. She would survive. Harry and Ron needed her. She shook her head, but she knew she would do it. As the cross rotated, the binds on her wrists and ankles started to cut into her, causing her to whimper in pain yet again. As the cross settled parallel to the floor, her whimpers were cut off by a scream as Dolohov grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up. She was greeted by his weeping cock, and she instantly tried to recoil. There was no way she was going to be able to take that, in any of her holes.
"Open up, Mudblood. It's time for you to show me what you can do. When the Dark Lord wins, if you survive, maybe I will keep you as a slave." Dolohov smirked down at her, watching her scrunch her eyes closed and lock her jaw shut. That just wouldn't do.
"Open your mouth, bitch." Hermione opened her eyes and looked at him with nothing short of defiance. "I thought you wanted to shit. If I'm wrong. I'll just fuck your cunt. If I'm right, open your mouth."
That statement got Hermione to loosen her jaw a bit, but she still didn't open it. She knew she needed to, and that him fucking her… taking her virginity… would be vastly worse if she also needed to shit. As she was thinking, Dolohov kicked her stomach, and she screamed, only to be cut off by him slamming his cock into her mouth.
"That's it, Mudblood. Take my cock. Move your tongue. I want to feel you." Dolohov was delighted. Hermione was in pain, and her whimpers massaged him. He started to thrust in and out of her mouth, going a bit deeper every time. Soon, he was starting to enter her throat.
Hermione looked up at Dolohov with tears streaming down her face. The kick hurt and was unnecessary. He could have twisted her hair to make her scream, but no, he had to cause the most pain possible. She could feel him stabbing her throat, and she couldn't help but to gag. That only seemed to please him and he grunted. Hopefully, he would cum soon.
"Once you get your little snooty nose pressed tight against my stomach… I'll let you relieve yourself." Dolohov smiled. He loved this game. He started thrusting harder into Hermione's mouth and was excited to get further into her throat. As he thrust further into her throat, her nose maybe 2 inches from his pubes now, he cast a silent Engorgio on the dildo. He wanted Hermione stretched out.
Hermione yelled around Dolohov's cock. The bastard must have cast a spell on the thing in her ass to make it bigger. She could feel her little asshole stretching, causing her so much pain. Her yells turned louder when it grew more.
"If you keep yelling instead of sucking, I'll make it bigger." Dolohov ground out as menacingly as possible while feeling the pressure of Hermione's mouth. She immediately started sucking and moving her tongue along the underside of his cock. It didn't matter, though. He still planned to make it a tad bigger.
Hermione groaned in protest around Dolohov. He said he wouldn't make it bigger if she actually sucked his cock. She was questioning her sanity when she realized that she thought a Death Eater, let alone her rapist, would be honourable. Instead of being upset, well overly upset, she tried to focus on the task at hand. Dolohov said that she could go to the bathroom when her nose was against his stomach. She didn't trust him, especially since her ass was burning from being stretched, but she had to believe that he would let her go, if only so he didn't kill her by accident.
"That's it, bitch. You're almost there." Dolohov ground out as he felt her throat constrict around him. He thrust hard into her mouth and bottomed out. He heard Hermione audibly sigh when she realized her nose was pressed against him. Then, she stared at him in horror as she heard him start laughing.
Hermione screamed around Dolohov when she felt her ankle binds come undone and her entire body below her shoulders crashed into the floor. She didn't mean to, but the anal stretching caused her to lose some of the water. Her asshole had been stretched too wide for it to close quickly As soon as she could, she clenched her ass, but water still trickled out, and the pain was worse.
She stared at Dolohov in horror. She was terrified of retribution for making a mess, and it was getting harder to breathe.
Dolohov wrapped his hand in her hair even more. "I told you that you could relieve yourself when your nose touched my stomach. You may do so now."
Dolohov knew she would fight it, but also knew that she would fail. The pressure was too much. He looked down into the Mudblood's eyes are saw her imploring him to let her use a real bathroom. He just started fucking her throat harder, hoping that she would get the message. She didn't. She was crying and whimpering and groaning. She kept shifting her weight between her bruised knees, trying to deal with the pain.
Dolohov tired of her antics. "I gave you the option of painless release. You didn't take it. Time to learn to take the mercies I give you, Mudblood." She stared at him in horror not understanding, even more confused when he tore his cock out of her throat. She sputtered and started to beg, but her begs quickly turned to wails of agony.
Dolohov was kicking her in the stomach. Hermione tried to keep it in, but she was in so much pain. She needed to go, and the kicking hurt worse because she had to go. When Dolohov kicked her the hardest that he had yet to do so, she finally released. Her screams of pain covered the noise of water splashing out of her onto the floor, and for that small mercy, she was thankful.
Dolohov walked away from her and smiled. The room had enchantments to instantly clean up bodily fluids that came in contact with any of its surfaces, so he wasn't worried about the mess. He would scourgify Hermione, and then he would take her.
The next chaoter will be coming soon. It is basically already done.