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Broken by the Dark Lord	By : Kanashii Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 6067 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Miranda�s mind was swirling with pain and on
the verge of total terror. First she had been subjected to the cruel whim of
such a frightening man (?) that she was sure had to be the infamous Voldemort.
His rape and intrusion of her mind had been humiliating and awful as he had
seen her darkest secrets, her inner most fears and desires. Then the pain he
had unleashed on her with a single word� �Crucio� as long as she lived she
would never forget that most simplest of words as it felt like hundreds of
white hot nails had been driven deep inside her joints and electricity run
through them all. Now this, a huge giant of a man with blonde hair and a clean
shaven face that looked like it had been cruelly carved out of granite was
naked and atop her. His huge hands began to grope her breasts and cruelly twist
her nipples, and he dragged his teeth roughly along her shoulder. His icy blue
eyes seemed to bore into her soul, it was perhaps his stoic silence and
cruelness that terrified her most of all.

At one point she
had tried to scream � to thrash to throw him off, but he had merely slapped her
so hard across her face it had made her world tilt once again. She felt the
salty metallic taste of her own blood in her mouth from his simple slap and had
no want of him beating her to a bloody pulp. �Please, please�� she tried to
pant under him.

She never finished
her plea, the large man�s hand had come up under her throat and grabbed it
easily cutting of her air as he throttled her, his other hand came down in a
fist and caught her soundly in her ribs. What little air in her lungs remained
was painfully driven out in a loud �Woof!�

He moved up until
he was between her legs and brutally thrust them apart with his long muscular
thighs. Finally as she was on the verge of unconsciousness from his throttling
her, he released her throat and painfully grabbed hold of her narrow waist as
he began to grind his large, tumescent cock against her pussy, arousing
himself.

Again he leaned
down and bit hard at her breast causing her to scream in torment. Only then did
he allow a small, dark chuckle to escape his lips. �Fighting only arouses me
more.� He said in a deep, baritone voice. His blue eyes like two cold
sapphires.

Without any
warning the tall Deatheater than grabbed her hips, reared back and literally
impaled her on his hard cock. Because she was terrified her pussy was dry, and
the pain from his cruel intrusion only made her grunt and groan in fresh pain,
she wasn�t even aware of the tears that coursed down her cheeks, she could only
numbly mumble in her mother tongue of Sicilian praying for help, for the spirit
of Furio, for her father, for ANYONE to help her.

Suddenly and
surprisingly the tall man spoke back to her in clear, elegant Sicilian, �There
is no help for you, little one. You totally belong to the Dark Lord now, one
way or the other.� And then his smile was indeed truly terrifying.

He rammed into her
with his cock, his hips driving ruthlessly into her as he fucked her senseless.
Occasionally one of his hands would come up and violently twist her nipple or
grab her throat threatening to throttle her, but for the most part he simply
concentrated on using his hard, thick cock to deliver as much pain and
punishment as he could.

�Perhaps I should
use that virgin little arse hole of yours?� he growled down at her at one
point. Her eyes could only glare at him, she was restrained and near
exhaustion, there was little she could do against this blonde haired, muscular
giant. She dared not plead or pray aloud, for she knew it would only fuel him
further.

With a heavy grunt
she felt the giant thrust grow quicker and faster as his balls tightened up and
he released his hot seed deep inside her. With a grunt of fury he finished
milking himself insider her and then with another cruel slap left her dazed in
her restraints, his seed trickling out of her.
Silently and without looking at the girl he got dressed and merely
ducked out under the doorframe.

Miranda had no idea
how long she had lain there, her body was a mass of tired exhaustion, fear and
humiliation. �Oh please, won�t this ever stop.� Her mind tried to moan in a
mindless mantra. The door opened and she saw the tall, thin dark robed
Voldemort glide in, but this time with him was two new people. One was tall and
elegant looking with long blonde hair tied neatly back in a pony tail. He had
the elegant look of some dark aristocratic nobleman, and carried himself with a
dark and smug arrogance.

The other man was
smaller with a thin moustache and dark predatory eyes.

�MacNair, unchain
her.� Voldemort spoke to the smaller man, and bring her outside. He then turned to the taller more elegant
man, �See, Lucius, you are going to get some fun after all. I understand you
are quite the equestrian?�

�Oh yes, my Lord.�
Lucius� cruel blue eyes rudely appraised the nude form of Miranda as MacNair
unchained her exhausted form.

�Ever ridden a
horse to death Malfoy?� Voldemort�s red eyes turned fully to Lucius Malfoy.

�A few,� he allowed
the smile of cruelty to linger on his handsome face. �If they prove to be too
uncooperative.� He smirked.

Since Miranda�s
English was not very fluent she didn�t understand much of what had been said,
but she got the gist of whatever it was, it was not pleasant. And anything to
do with that terrifying Lord Voldemort was not pleasant at all. At first a part
of her felt like struggling as the grimy MacNair unchained her from the bed,
and threw her over his shoulder as easily as one throws a sack of oats over
their shoulder, but what could she do? Nothing. She still remembered the almost
offhanded way the Dark Lord had spoken that word �Crucio� and the exquisite pain he had caused in her.

She was carried
unceremoniously down some hallways and then outside to a large wild un-mown
lawn. Her heart momentarily began to have a wild hope, if only she could
transform and run away, run as fast as she could. Somehow she didn�t think that
was going to be an option though as she saw Voldemort and the one he had called
Lucius Malfoy come striding outside also. She could also see several other
people out here as well, most in dark robes. Many were shifting and chuckling a
bit under their breath as she was dumped rudely to the ground in the midst of
them.

Voldemort instantly
glided over to her cowering form, his wand in his hand. �The fun is just
beginning, Miranda Vitale.� He grinned a cruel skull like leer at her. �I think
it is time to show everyone your secret, is it not?�

His red eyes seemed
to bore into her, and she heard him utter some deep and dark incantation under
his breath.
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