Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Rape/Non-con Elements

Rape

Group Sex

Sexual Abuse

III

A great unknown.

Malfoy kicked her ribs as she was lying on the floor. He was clearly disgusted and she had no idea why.

She was trying to behave past days, look obedient, act obedient, think before doing anything stupid. Stupid according to his rules.

But it wasn't enough for Malfoy.

"You will have a visitor, wench. Treat him well, he will be your guest." His voice was merciless and she shivered. She knew what he meant and it made her sick.

He kicked her once again when noticed her terrified look. "You are worthless, Mudblood. No idea why he wants to touch you."

Hermione would moan if she could, but her lips were still sealed. She was silent for more than a year, unable to scream.

She remembered what happened the day she saw Luna, weeks ago. She was still having nightmares, followed by shivers. The horror events she witnessed were unimaginable.

That day, no different than others, she had her manacles on hands and legs, she had a scarf on her eyes and she knew Luna was there. At least it was her assumption.

Malfoy made her touch strange objects and they appeared in uncommon places. She could tell that by a different, very odd, smell. She also heard a lot of background noises, which made her stomach cramp.

It was a mess of sounds, laughs and body stench.

Her imagination went crazy and she wanted to have the option to make herself deaf. But it wasn't possible.

Malfoy was pulling her shackles only, avoiding touching her at all. Handling her was perceived as a disgusting duty by him.

She had no idea why they were keeping her alive and she wanted to find out. Maybe today would be the lucky day to be advised.

"Move, Mudblood," He hissed at her, when she didn't take any step forward, being unsure about the floor.

"Lucius, please don't be so harsh to your… Puppet." Hermione froze, when a new voice appeared. She almost choked, when she realized who said that.

"Dolohov, it's a pleasure to see you." Malfoy drew out and she heard a soft laugh in response.

"I know you would like to take care of my Puppet, so please go ahead and do the honors. She's yours."

Hermione heard how shackles were handed and she was sure Lucius was already gone.

Antonin approached her and was standing in front of her, she was able to recognize a different smell than Malfoy or Snape ones. It was masculine musk, with pine vibes and some heavy perfumes that made her dizzy.

"Finally alone, my Dear." He whispered and she felt his lips on her neck. She swallowed and he chuckled. "Don't be afraid, you are in good hands today."

He placed his on her breasts and squeezed them, which shocked Hermione. She couldn't predict his next moves, she still had the scarf on her eyes.

"So lovely." Dolohov's voice was rapacious and she could feel his arousal. "But there will be time, let's go. We shall not be late."

With every step she took, the noise was louder and louder. Once she crossed the threshold, there was silence.

Dolohov placed hand on her back and pushed her forward. A moment later he took the scarf and she regained her sight.

"Well, well, well… What a magnificent guest is joining our fete today, come, come, my dear."

Without a doubt, Hermione realized it was Voldemorts voice. He was looking glorious, no longer an old version that she had seen during the Horcruxes hunt.

A long wooden table was placed with chairs and almost every seat was occupied. Some of faces from the crowd she recognized easily, as they no longer wear masks. Malfoy, Yaxley, Lestrange, Carrows.

She didn't notice Snape or younger Malfoy, they seemed absent.

Dolohov made her to step closer to Voldemort, but still with a decent distance. She felt it's not the end of the evening, afraid it was just the beginning.

"Stand up straight, Puppet." Antonin's advice was followed by his hand - he placed his palms on her shoulder and squeezed. It seemed innocent, but it certainly wasn't.

Hermione felt how her stomach was churning and she couldn't do anything about this.

She noticed that she was the only woman in this room, which was puzzling. Snape mentioned earlier that Luna should be…

And the same moment she thought about her, Voldemort took his glass filled with wine.

"Today is a wonderful day to celebrate." He raised a toast. "One of our youngest Death Eaters killed one of the latest members of Order of the Phoenix."

Hermione's eyes were dilated and she was breathing heavily. She was trying to avoid Voldemort's eyes, but he was looking at her while drinking.

It was hideous and made her nauseous immediately.

"We should give him a gift, to appreciate his heroic act." Applause rang through the hall. "Draco, come to us, son."

Hermione was almost sure she would land as a gift. Her eyes were gleaming with hate and she didn't even try to conceal it.

But Voldemort had a different agenda for her and she wouldn't be the main dish. At least not today.

Draco stepped into the hall and Hermione was surprised how he had grown into a man since she last saw him. He was broader and put on some flesh.

Just behind his back she noticed Snape and Luna. Luna's hands were tied, silk scarf over her eyes and mouth gag.

Hermione felt so sick, but at the same time Dolohov's hand slided down on her body, reaching the hem of her shirt. And didn't stop, but went lower and reached her breast, started to knead it.

Hermione shivered and tried to escape, but his grip was steel.

"Shh, Puppet, you need to watch the show."

Antonin made her look at the table with his second hand and Luna was already lying on it.

"Draco, Luna is happy to be your gift today and serve you well." Snape's words were so unbearably cruel Hermione almost fainted, but she knew she couldn't.

"Imperio." This word came from Voldemort's lips and it was a sign to start. Draco didn't look scared or intimidated, he indeed was anticipating his gift. With a big grin he started unbuckling his belt.

Luna was wearing a white short dress, semi transparent. Hermione could see her nakedness, her - used to be - pearly white skin, now covered with bruises. Lying like dead, trying to survive.

Luna knew what would happen and Hermione realized it's not the first time she was raped.

She felt tears coming to her eyes, but then she felt a hand between her own thighs. Dolohov had his own party this evening and he had no intention of quitting.

Hermione wanted to close her eyes, but it was too hard, she still could hear everything.

Draco was bending over Luna, with his dick in his hand. He crashed her small fragile body and started rocking against her.

It was a bloodcurdling view.

Dolohov was so aroused, delirious, his hands were barbarous, wandering all over her body. He was humping her with his hot shaft.

I am not in my body. I'm not in my body.

He didn't fuck her. But Luna wasn't so lucky, as after Draco some other volunteers showed up.

Dolohov spilled his seed on her clothes and left.

She was standing alone, humilated, looking at Luna being raped by Yaxley. She was so angry, so pissed.

And so powerless.

Voldemort looked at her and smiled. He had power now and he had certainly a plan towards her.

A great fucking unknown.