Okay, the story is back. I actually wrote this chapter at the same time as the first, but I though a little break from trauma might be in order.
This chapter features whipping. That was my "master's" (read: rapist's) favorite punishment. I can feel the whip like it was yesterday. Hermione gets wet from it. It happens. It does not mean she likes it, but it will confuse her.
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Hermione cried. She was never going to survive this. She was the brightest witch of her age, and she was strong. But she was not nearly strong enough to survive a sexual sadist. If he ever let her go, she would just want to kill herself. If Dolohov didn't kill her for the mess she made… even though he forced it.
"Aren't you happy I let you go, Mudblood." Dolohov said over his shoulder from across the room. He also cast a scourgify.
Hermione was disgusted with him and with herself, but she had a feeling he wanted a thank you. At the very least, she should thank him for cleaning her of her mess Though she knew she would want to die, she still wanted to see Harry and Ron one last time. Maybe her parents, but it would be better if they thought she died in a magical accident. So she would play Dolohov's game.
"Yes." Hermione stammered out while staring at the floor.
Dolohov was instantly upon her yanking her hair. "When I ask you a question, Mudblood bitch, you will look at me and you will call me one of three things: master, sir, or daddy. I prefer daddy since I love destroying a witch's innocence and protecting innocence is what a daddy should do. But I will leave the choice to you."
Hermione whimpered and slowly raised her eyes to his face. She didn't want to say it. He had no right. But no, he had every right. She was quite literally strung up in his basement. This was his game. With great reluctance, she whispered out a "thank you, daddy."
Dolohov deemed that as defiance. "When I tell you to look at me and speak, I mean speak. Not whisper." He twisted her hair, causing her upper body to twist as much as it could while still restrained. "Answer me nicely and properly, and I may lube your ass before I take it."
Hermione's scalp was throbbing, but she did manage to take in most of what Dolohov said. Loudly and staring him in the eye she said, "thank you, daddy." Even though calling him daddy made her want to vomit.
"Accio, whip."
Hermione screamed. "No! Please! Don't whip me. I'm sorry…. Please!"
"You Mudblood bitch. You don't learn. I was only going to whip you ten times for not thanking me for what I let you do." Dolohov rotated the cross upright and reinstated her ankle binds. The dildo had not lined up properly to re-enter her, but he would fix that. "But defying me what I deem necessary for your insubordination will add another ten. For refusing to use any proper term I had JUST given you, that is another ten. Would you like to add any more to your 30?"
Hermione thought her tears would never dry, she was sobbing uncontrollably. She slowly looked at him and shook her head no. She hoped that would appease him, she didn't know if she could talk through the tears.
Dolohov was immensely pleased that she chose not to talk. That meant that he could whip her even more. "There is no way that you are the brightest witch of your age." Dolohov scoffed. "Mudblood, you just added ten more. If I ask you a question, I expect an appropriate answer. Would you like to add any more hits with the whip to your 40."
Hermione stared at him in horror. She knew the whips were going to hurt. "No, daddy. 40 hits should be enough."
Dolohov sighed. He had hoped she would be defiant. Instead, she seemed resigned and she minded her orders. "We will start now. After every ten, you will thank me for the pain. If you don't thank me for the pain I have caused, we will start completely over. Do you understand me."
"Yes, daddy. I understand." Hermione stared at him. Dolohov grinned; he loved being thanked for pain.
Dolohov moved right in front of her and bent down. "Before we start, do you want the dildo in your ass or your Mudblood cunt? I ask out of decorum, but I will decide."
Hermione groaned in frustration. She didn't want it in her at all, especially if it was the size it was when it came out of her. But… she had already had it in her ass, she had never had anything bigger than a tampon in her vagina. Hermione sighed, knowing what her option would be.
"I would like it in my…. Ass, daddy."
Dolohov stared at her in shock. He was going to put it in her ass anyways, but he was shocked that she chose it. Then, he realized his suspicion was correct. The Mudblood know-it-all was a virgin. He was thrilled.
"You forgot to say please, Mudblood." And with that, with no lube or preparation, Dolohov picked her up slightly, lined up the enlarged dildo, and slammed Hermione down onto it. Her screams were music to his ears.
"Pleaseeeeee. Please take it out. I think I'm bleeding. Pleaseeee. It hurts" Hermione wailed. She couldn't even see Dolohov she was crying so hard.
"You forgot your manners, Mudblood. We will start with the whipping so we are at a nice even 50. Don't forget to thank me for the pain."
Hermione screamed "yes, daddy" as the first hit of the whip landed across her stomach. She knew she wouldn't stop screaming for quite some time. The hits we're all centered on her stomach, and even as she screamed, she was thankful that he had let her relieve herself before this happened. She was NOT thankful that he put the dildo in her ass, as every time he whipped her, she jerked around on it. To her horror, her vagina was starting to get wet.
Dolohov got to ten and stopped. It took 30 seconds before Hermione realized that the whipping had stopped. She whimpered, stared him in the eyes, and thanked her "daddy" for the pain. Hermione thought Dolohov would cum in his pants, he looked so pleased with her. Before she could register that he had lifted the whip, he laid the next hit across her ample yet firm tits.
Each hit made Hermione scream in agony. She was thankful he didn't hit her nipples every time, but when he did, she thought she would die from pain. It took her nearly a minute this time to thank Dolohov for the pain.
The next ten came and landed vertically across her torso. Sometimes, the whip would wrap around her shoulders. The jerking on the dildo continued, and Hermione could feel her vagina getting slicker. She prayed that Dolohov didn't notice. He would think she enjoyed the pain and humiliation.
When he stopped, she stared at him through streaming eyes and thanked him for the pain. He laughed. "That's not all you are getting, though, Mudblood. I can see your cunt glistening. I think it needs a good lashing. No need to thank me for these. I doubt you will be conscious by the end of it."
Hermione stared at him in horror, them threw her head back in a blood-curdling scream as the lash landed across her crotch. She yanked up on her arms to get away, but Dolohov shoved her down. Causing the dildo to enter into her ass even more, making her scream turn into a stuttered moan.
Dolohov continued this routine. Half way through, Hermione wasn't sure she knew her name. Dolohov was right, she would be unconscious by the end of it.
Dolohov paused after the tenth hit to her cunt and didn't push her back down on the dildo. He wanted to see her impale herself. Though he told her she need not thank him for this pain because she would be unconscious, he wanted her conscious through every hit. He didn't want to have to rennervate her before he took her cunt.
Hermione was confused. He had stopped, but she didn't think that was all of them. Her arms were exhausted, but she didn't want to let herself down on the dildo. That would be like admitting she liked it, even though she very much did not.
She stared at Dolohov, whimpering and crying the whole time. Her arms were starting to shake. She couldn't hold herself up much longer. From her peripheral vision, she saw Dolohov fisting his cock. She shuddered. He enjoyed her pain.
Dolohov groaned. Ever so slowly, the Mudblood was lowering herself into the dildo. Her cunt was red and glistening. The whipping had only made her wetter. When she moaned, Dolohov's eyes flew from Hermione's crotch to her face. He could see the pain, but he could also see the forced ecstasy.
Hermione wanted to die right then, in that very moment. Her arms were giving out. She fought valiantly, but her arms just couldn't hold her. She knew she sounded like a cat in heat with her gasps and moans, but she couldn't help it. The pain was overwhelming her system. She could feel her slickness starting to drip down her thighs. The dildo slowly entering her was agonizing, and she thought maybe fast and rough impalement might go better.
Dolohov watched on and could almost hear the wheels in the Mudblood's head spinning. he didn't expect to watch her heave a giant sigh and release her arm muscles. The stuttered and scratchy scream she released was expected for her actions, but a surprise due to her willingness to slam herself down on the dildo.
"Are you ready for your last ten, Mudblood?"
Dolohov rasped after she had quieted down slightly.
Hermione couldn't even think straight, but she knew something was expected of her when he talked. She whipped her head up, stared at Dolohov, and with as much Gryffindor courage as she could manage, said "yes, daddy." Hermione's mind raced, maybe she could make the hits softer. "Please whip your Mudblood's cunt."
Dolohov chuckled at her attempts to please him. Her attempt was well-done, but she did not know the fire she was playing with. He wouldn't kill her, but her pleasing him with her words just made him want to watch her bleed.
Dolohov brought the whip up in the hardest hit yet right across her slit. Hermione tried to scream, but her voice was obviously hoarse as her mouth opened in a wail and nothing more than a rasp came out.
Hermione had never felt such pain. She didn't want to imagine what was in store for her if this was the beginning. He didn't do the last ten lashes on her vagina, and she was thankful for that, but he instead took to her entire front. Whenever a hit landed in a spot that was already sporting a very angry welt, blood started to seap out.
The last lash landed across her right nipple and went diagonally across her stomach. Hermione wanted to scream, but she was barely hanging onto conscious. She could feel the dildo deep in her ass and her juice dripping down her thighs, but she simply couldn't care. She sagged in her binds.
Dolohov approached her and grabbed her chin. Hermione saw the glint of something on his hand and started, thinking it was a knife. She immediately settled when she realized it was a vile of some kind. She hoped it was a healing potion but was not that daft. Dolohov pinched the sides of mouth, digging her cheeks into her teeth.
"Open your mouth, bitch, and take your medicine."
Hermione immediately complied. He would get the potion into her anyways, minus well not fight anymore. Her Gryffindor courage had deserted her. All that was left was her desire to survive, if only to die in peace.
As soon as the potion passed Hermione's lips, she retched, but she did manage to swallow and keep it down. Dolohov had given her a Pepper-Up potion...