This chapter will contain anal rape through an object and vaginal rape. Please keep in mind that I have made Dolohov a sexual sadist. He will hurt her physically during the rape, but he also wants to destroy her mind. There will be forced orgasms. Please practice self-love/care while reading this story. It will get easier to read as it goes on, but for now, the story is showcasing the darkness of the world that too many people live in.

Crabbe Sr. is maybe out of character... okay, probably out of character. It's what I needed to drive the plot.

Dolohov smirked at Hermione as her brain became fully aware once more.With her brain fully functioning, she would feel every welt; she would be able to understand the horror that was to come.

Hermione was terrified. Giving her a Pepper-Up potion was one of the worst things Dolohov could have done. Her body was rife with pain, causing her to squirm in her binds, which really just caused more pain stemming from her ass. She had little to no belief that she would make it out of this dungeon with her mind intact. The defiant, brave Gryffindor princess was dead. She died the moment she woke up tied up in Dolohov's basement.

Begging was fruitless, but she could not help herself. She started whimpering and begging for Dolohov to release her. Hermione's words only stopped when Dolohov's fist met her stomach. Her body slumped in on itself as much as possible, but it did little to quell the pain.

"I will release you" stated Dolohov as we watched Hermione's eyes light up with hope. "from your binds." Hermione's hope left immediately. "But, you must do something for." Dolohov was pleased to see that Hermione looked properly terrified as he walked over to a wooden spanking horse with a neck and wrist stockade attached perpendicularly at one end. "I want you to walk over here like a good Mudblood bitch and get into this without a fuss."

Hermione's eyes grew wide. She shouldn't have been surprised that Dolohov wished for her to be in a different position, but she was scared of this new one. The horizontal bar of the horse was slightly tipped towards the ground. The angle would cause her ass to be in the air, exposed. She looked up from the horse to Dolohov and saw that he was staring at her expectantly. Her bleeding torso, breasts, and vulva reminded her to obey.

"Yes, daddy. I will behave. I won't fight. I'll go where you want me." Her voice was strong, though it was raspy and you could hear the fear.

Dolohov smiled and released all the binds. "Then come here."

Hermione collapsed; the dildo sliding out of her as her knees and palms hit the ground, hard. She whimpered in pain and craddled her hands to her chest while sitting back on her heels. Suddenly, a loud crack sounded through the dungeon.

"Now, bitch. Or does your back need to learn the feel of the whip."

Hermione scrambled to stand on her shaking legs. "No, daddy. I'm sorry Daddy."

Ever so slowly, Hermione worked her way towards Dolohov. She paused beside the horse, then positioned herself slightly behind it to climb up and put her shins on the leg support.

Dolohov gave her a wicked grin. She was so scared, and yet he could smell her unwanted arousal permeating the air. He was excited to watch her debase herself on this machine. Dolohov was, however, growing tired of her slow pace. He raised the whip and lashed her harshly across her ass.

"Put yourself in the stock. As soon as your neck touches the wood, it will secure you until I deem otherwise." Hermione was grabbing her ass and trying to hold back sobs. She watched him raise the whip again, ready to strike her, but she slammed herself into the stocks. She groaned as the stocks slammed tight around her and the wood magically tightened around her wrists and neck.

"If you thought I was fucking you, Mudblood, you were wrong. The time for that has not yet come. I wish to watch you cum."

Hermione couldn't see him, and she hated it. She just knew he had something horrid planned. It was probably in his hand right now.

"This toy is coated in an aphrodisiac. It will make you cum. However, I have also laced it with chilli oil. You will cum, but you will be in pain. That is the only way you will cum while I have you here."

At his words, Hermione bucked. She knew she was stuck; that's what stockades did. But she could not allow chilli oil inside of her. She would have chemical burns!

Dolohov chuckled. Her screams were magical. To be sure he wouldn't be kicked, he bound her legs to the horse with leather. He them stepped up behind her upturned ass. Hermione felt pressure against her pussy and screamed for Dolohov to stop.

"Oh, you want to wait on your cunt? I suppose I could be willing to do that, for a price."

Hermione hated Dolohov. If she ever got her wand in hand again, he was dead. She didn't want to pay any of his sick prices, and she knew that not having the "toy" in her pussy meant it would go in her ass, rather than the pain you kind of know than the pain you don't know at all, though.

Dolohov started pushing the toy into her, and she instantly felt the burn of the chilli oil radiate up inside her. The lips of her vagina wee on fire.

"Stop! please, daddy. Stop! wh..what is your price."

Dolohov smacked her ass for the fun of it, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to smart.

"Ahhh, Mudblood. I am glad you are learning." Dolohov started harshly kneading the flesh of her ass, silently thanking Hogwarts' stairs for providing Hermione a fleshy, round ass. "I was going to fuck your cunt with the toy until you came screaming, but if you don't want it in your cunt... I will allow you to have it in your ass, but you will be fucking the toy. I will hold it still, and you will ride it." Hermione stilled in complete dread. All this while, Dolohov had been twisting the toy roughly into her clit. Only the horror of being forced to fuck her own ass had still her shifting.

"What will it be, whore? Do you wish to feel the burn in your cunt and just get to lay there? or do you wish to cum from fucking your ass back on the toy? All the while knowing that you will feel immense pain and still gush in orgasm."

Dolohov simply couldn't resist. While the game was fun, and he knew she would choose to fuck her ass simply because she had felt the pain of stretching her ass before, he wanted to see her squirm from the chilli oil being deep in her cunt. Without warning and without ceremony, he slammed the toy deep into her cunt. He barely noticed the resistance simply because he slammed into her so hard.

Wails or pain and terror were wrenched from deep in Hermione's chest. "Nooooo!! Please, daddy! Please! My ass!"

Dolohov ripped the toy of her Hermione's cunt. "As you wish, Mudblood. You better ride it well, or I will simply pour chilli oil into your ass and fuck the aphrodisiac potion deep inside your cunt."

Hermione was squirming in pain from the chilli oil, but she could also feel her cunt drooling even more. She felt Dolohov line the dildo up with her ass, felt the burn of chilli oil, and screamed when he shoved it halfway into her ass.

"That's all I will do for you, bitch. You will fuck yourself to orgasm now."

Hermione sobbed while starting to move her hips. She started arching her back causing the dildo to slightly withdraw only to be thrust back in when she lowered her hips again. She hung her head and hoped that was enough for Dolohov. The aphrodisiac potion would ensure she would orgasm, even though it felt like there were fires inside both her vagina and her ass.

Suddenly, the toy was removed from her ass. She questioned why but quickly got her answer as she felt the lips of a bottle against her ass.

"I surely hope you give better rides than that, Mudblood. All you bitches are good for are cum buckets for us Purebloods. Will you fuck yourself properly, or do I need to motivate you with some chilli oil?"

Hermione wailed. "I'm sorry! I'll do better, daddy! I promise! Put it back in me. I'll fuck myself proper. I swear!!!!"

Dolohov knew the threat of more fire would motivate her, but he still wanted to put her through more pain.

"If you didn't wait chilli oil poured in your ass, you should have done it proper the first time. Now, you may fuck yourself up the ass with a chilli oil enema." With that, Dolohov upturned the bottle and emptied the remaining 6 ounces up her ass. He knew that the chilli oil would work its way up her bowels simply because of the position she was in. Her fucking herself up the ass would only cause it to be rubbed into the walls of her ass causing even more pain.

The screams of agony that met the air were extraordinary. As her screams grew louder, he shoved the toy 75% of the way up her ass.

"Fuck yourself, right, Mudblood. Hopefully the fire will motivate you."

And with that, Hermione was rocking her hips back and forth, up and down, and in a circle. She was screaming and keening. Her cunt drooling down her legs, dripping onto the floor. She felt like her insides were on fire all the way up to her throat. All she wanted was for the torment to end.

Dolohov wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it. As soon as the Mudblood came, he would slam the toy all the way into her ass and shove his cock in her cunt. He knew it wouldn't be long. Though he could tell she was pain, her screams of pain were becoming screams of ecstasy. Instead of moving her hips in every which way in her attempt to fuck herself proper, she was pushing her ass back onto the toy, rotating her hips to massage her asshole.

Dolohov listened intently, he would hear it in her voice when she started to cum. He was right. Her screams halted, breath caught in her throat. He could feel the pulsing of her body through the toy into his hands. He watched her cunt as it erupted. Hermione Granger had her first orgasm while her torso and cunt were bleeding from being whipped, her ass on fire from chilli oil, and fucking herself up the ass.

Dolohov slammed the toy into her ass and shoved his cock into her cunt. The pulsating of her pussy walls was almost too much. He had been denying his orgasm for too long. He had wanted to cum down her throat, but had held off. Now, with her pussy clenching around him, he erupted into her just as she was becoming aware of herself again.

"Nooooo! You can't! You can't cum in me!" Hermione was screaming. She could feel him cumming deep inside her. All other thoughts of pain and torment were shoved out of her head by the sole thought of falling pregnant.

Dolohov heaved a sigh and grabbed Hermione's hips so hard that bruises were immediately forming.

Hermione froze. Her body was exhausted. Her mind was racing. She was a logical person, and she saw no logical way out of this nightmare. Dolohov was no idiot, he would have very strong wards up against the Light or people of undeclared loyalties. He had said that he had no intention of killing her, just breaking her... she felt thoroughly broken. She had just had her virginity, in every sense of the word, stolen. She had been whipped until she was bleeding and then some. She had orgasmed even though she was in immense pain. What did that make her?

"Enjoying the feel of my cum dripping out of your cunt, Mudblood?" Dolohov said as he unceremoniously ripped the toy from her ass. He watched in pleasure as the chilli oil he had poured in her trickled out of her. He had stretched her ass so badly that it wouldn't close. No matter, it would return to it's original tightness soon enough.

Hermione whimpered and started to say yes (she had figured out that pleasing him worked for her a little bit), but Dolohov's scream wrecked the air. She whipped her head towards Dolohov in terror just as she heard a crack of Apparition, the thundering of footsteps down a staircase, and the door being blast open.

"Dolohov! He... what the fuck?!? You've been down here fucking the Mudblood while our Dark Lord battled for his life!"

Hermione couldn't place the Death Eater standing in the dungeon. She thought it might be Crabbe Sr or Goyle Sr, but all she felt was shame. Shame for being naked, bound, bleeding, and dripping cum.

Dolohov was on the floor craddling his left forearm with a look of terror on his face.

"It's gone. How could that be?"

Crabbe Sr. marched over to Dolohov, all while staring at Hermione. "That's why I came. We need to flee. The Dark Lord has been defeated. We will be tried for terrorism. Let's go."

Dolohov weakly stood and stared at Crabbe as he walked behind Hermione. She was elated to hear that the Dark Lord had been vanquished, but she was also terrified of what that meant for her. Would Dolohov keep her as a slave indefinitely because Harry didn't need her broken?

She was torn out of her reverie as she felt Crabbe's touch on her swollen, sore asshole and his hand go to her clit. Crabbe was perverted like Dolohov, and he wanted to force her to cum before they released her.

Hermione started to whimper. The aphrodisiac potion was still rushing through her blood stream. Crabbe's touch was making her pussy start drooling all over again. Although the chilli oil still burned, it was only an afterthought at this point. Hermione had grown slightly accustomed to the pain in the short time she'd been down here.

Crabbe continued to work her clit, and as he felt her start to cum, he shoved 3 fingers in her ass, causing her to scream in pain.

"We should keep her. She'll keep our dicks warm while we are on the run."

"No, Dolohov." Crabbe glared at him. How stupid could Dolohov be, thinking that they would be able to keep the Mudblood under control while on the run. "We will dump her by the Shrieking Shack." Crabbe stated as he wiped off his fingers on Hermione's back.

Hermione froze. They were letting her go! Then, a new thought caused terror to go racing through her heart. Would they clothe her? Would they give her back her wand? She opened her mouth to beg, but immediately slumped down. Crabbe had cast a stupefy on her.

"We...We... We can Imperius her! Crabbe! You see how responsive she is to touch! Think of the fun we could have."

"I will not think, Dolohov. We will run. That is all." Crabbe released Hermione's binds, conjured her clothes onto her body, and grabbed her by her hair. "I will come back. Then we will flee."

With that, Crabbe apparated to the Shrieking Shack with Hermione.

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