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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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�� 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.

� Her mind screamed, �What was going on! How could he???� she
could feel her body being forced to
transform into its animagus form. Normally if she did the transformation on her
own, if she was prepared it was no problem, but this�Being magically forced to
do it against her will was nearly as excruciating as that damned �crucio� had
been. Her bones ached in agony as she felt them lengthen, her hands clenched
into tight fists as the nails of her hands grew and lengthened to hard hooves.
Her spine rippled and cracked loudly as it grew and her form grew from a
bi-pedal to quadruped form. �No! No! No!�
her mind screamed, �Stop!� she tried
to yell but her voice box was not functioning, only cruel grunts and high pitched
squeals issued from her now lengthening throat.

�� Her limbs thrashed
and kicked as she lay on her side undergoing the cruel forced transformation,
her ribs lengthening and altering as white fur covered her body. Where her
wrists and legs had been shackled and cut there was now blood on her lower
fetlocks that dripped onto the grey hooves. Her brown eyes could no longer cry
in fear or pain in this form, but rolled back in her eye sockets in sheer
terror and pain, her horse nostrils now flaring and snorting. A high-pitched
squeal and neigh of terror erupted finally out of her equine throat as she
struggled and pitched herself onto all four legs.

�� Imperio� Voldemort said as he flicked
his wand casually at her. She could hear his dark, commanding voice in her head
ordering her to stand still, remain calm.

�� She could only do
as he ordered. Her elegant equine head drooped slightly, and her sides heaved.
Her ears twitched back and a tremor ran down the entire length of her horse
body.

� �Oh, lovely indeed,�
Lucius Malfoy said with a dark sneer as he entered into the circle.

�I�ve heard Arabian horses are very fast and good endurance
steeds.� He reached out to idly touch Miranda�s trembling side.

�� You�re going to
get to find out, Lucius.� Voldemort gave a slight high pitched chuckle, �and
when you have ridden her to near exhaustion bring her back, and I have a few
others that might like to go for a ride themselves.�

�� Miranda could hear
this cruel conversation as clear as day, but yet the imperio curse kept her at
a standstill, only her eyes could roll back in fear. �Oh please, no.� her mind screamed within her skull.

�� MacNair, you have
the item?� Voldemort held out one hand as Walden MacNair quickly scurried over
and handed his Master a bridle. �Go ahead and mount up, Malfoy.� Voldemort
instructed the elegant Deatheater.

�� Lucious Malfoy
unhooked his cloak and underneath he was dressed in elegant riding attire; Dark
grey jodhpurs, a black turtleneck shirt, and knee high leather riding boots
with cruel sharpened spurs on them. Tucked in his belt at his side was his wand
and a wicked leather riding crop.� He
briefly ran one finger down the white fur of the sleek Arabian mare and then
effortlessly vaulted astride her bare back. He settled himself against her and
slid up to right behind her withers, his thighs gripping her tightly but
keeping the spurs out of her flesh. He just sat there calmly on her, feeling
her heaving sides beneath him, the tensing of her muscles. �I don�t think she
ever has been ridden.� Malfoy smiled to Voldemort. �Her back has not learned to
settle beneath a rider�s weight yet.� He ground his weight a bit down against
her, forcing her muscles to relax some.

�� Well, then you should have your work cut out
for you.� Voldemort said with no emotion, �Now, this bridle is magically
enchanted, normally it is used on Kelpies to subdue them, but this one has been
altered to work on animagi. It will prevent her from transforming back into her
human form as long as it is on her.�

�� Voldemort held the
bridle up to Miranda�s drooped head, his imperio was still making her stand
stock still and docile as though iron bands had grown from the ground and were
holding her immobile. Her eyes rolled back more and she was actually able to
tense up as she saw that bridle coming towards her mouth, the bit was a cruel,
sharpened thing that looked as though it was meant to give devastating
punishment on her mouth and tongue.

�IMPERIO!� Voldemort roared again as she had been trying to
fling her head back. �Now drop that head, useless witch.�� With an ease that showed he had been an
accomplished horseman himself at one time, Voldemort thrust the bit into her
mouth and then quickly and easily buckled the straps of the bridle and
throatlatch onto her head.

�� Her deepest fears
were confirmed. The bridle was ruthless. Never had she ever had a bridle or
saddle or rider on her, and this sharpened bit tore at her the bars of her mouth
painfully. She could feel the cruel intentions and strength of Lucius Malfoy
from just his merely sitting astride her. Almost in a cruel taunting manner he
easily and slowly shifted his weight and raked his spurs high against her
shoulders, they cut into her hide and two thin streams of blood trickled
against her. He chuckled cruelly as she groaned and tensed beneath him as he
tortured her with his spurs.

� Voldemort had
finished securing the bridle and flipped the reins over to Malfoy. �I will
release her from the imperio whenever you are ready, Malfoy.� He said. �Enjoy
your ride, I did promise you some fun did I not?�

�� Oh yes my lord,�
Malfoy tightened up on the reins and prepared himself, his thighs tight against
her. �And you have been most generous.�

�� Voldemort stood
back several paces and Malfoy ordered his fellow Deatheaters to clear back as
well, leaving room. �Bring her back alive, for now. If she doesn�t turn, I may
yet let you ride her to death, but not today.� And then Voldemort released the
imperio curse from her.

�� Miranda suddenly
could feel freedom again, the drowsy pleasant feeling and the command to stand
still was gone out of her head like a lifted fog. In fact the only thing she
wanted to do was to throw the vile Lucius Malfoy off her back and pray that the
cruel bridle could somehow be gotten off her.

� Her muscles tensed
and with a squeal of rage, her hooves drummed out a harsh rhythm on the ground
as she prepared to launch herself airborne. She felt those cruel spurs dig into
her flanks then; they burned and stung like salt water in fresh wounds, and it
momentarily threw off her concentration. Her back arched and she leapt and
spun, both hind legs kicking out with deadly force as she twisted and tried to
throw down her head to give her back and shoulders greater momentum.

�� But Malfoy was a
very experienced and cruel rider, he hauled up on that bridle and immediately
she felt the sharpened metal bit cut agonizingly into the bars of her mouth and
her tongue. Immediately she dropped to her front knees, as he hauled up cruelly
on her head, his spurs digging into her to urge her back up to all fours.� He was not about to relent on his punishment
of her until she moved forward, anything less than that and he would rake her
unrelentingly with those spurs or haul back on those reins causing that bit to
bite at her grievously. ��Move forward
you stupid cow!� he growled and now lashed her viciously with his crop.

�� Miranda tried one last valiant effort, maybe
if she could just drop on him; crush him like an ant beneath her� With a sudden
lunge she flung herself forward and sideways, bucking and thrashing and then
trying to rear up and topple up and over with Lucius astride her. But he was a
well trained wizard and far to smart. She felt his weight suddenly leave off
her back as with a soft �crack!� he apparated off her, and she hit the ground
with a resounding crash. Her body ached as her 1000 lbs of horseflesh came
crashing down on her own spine, and it stunned her as she tried to roll over
back onto her stomach and gather her long legs beneath her.

�� His weight was suddenly back on her again as
he climbed back astride her downed form. �You stupid wench!� he grunted in true
anger and now he did earnestly beat her with that crop, �Imperio!� he growled
and commanded her to stand up.

� Shaking even harder
and dripping sweat and froth down her sides Miranda had no choice but to follow
his orders as she gathered her legs under her and pulled herself upwards until
she stood there, trembling and shaking beneath her cruel rider. He cruelly
drove his weight into her, �Now FORWARD!� he barked at her.

� Since she was still
under the imperio curse she had no choice but to begin cantering beneath him,
he immediately loosened the reins some and gave her back her head and mouth to
work with, she dropped her powerful arched neck and allowed her muscles to
surge and bunch up beneath him as they picked up speed. In front of her loomed
open moors and she pinned back her ears and charged towards them, her hooves
churning up clods of earth beneath them.

� �Now listen to me
well�� Malfoy�s voice was inside her head, talking to her through the imperio
curse. �Obey me and this may just be pleasant, but piss me off and I will hurt
you far worse than I have been. I know you want to run, to run out of fear, so
do so. Run little pet, let me feel you beneath me!� he lifted the imperio curse
then and lightly touched his spurs to her flanks causing her to leap forward
and run even faster.� Malfoy kept his
seat on her powerful bare back as easily as if he was glued onto her and at
this point as long as he wasn�t hauling on those cruel reins or digging in
those wicked spurs of his she didn�t care. She just wanted to run as far as she
could, all the way back to Italy if it was possible.

�� Her body heaved and
thrust forward in a steady rhythm, her nostrils wide and flaring like wind
scoops as she breathed deep lungfuls of air, her hooves beating out the
soothing staccato sound of her gallop and the wind rushed through her mane and
forelock as her powerful muscles surged beneath Lucius Malfoy. For the briefest
of moments she could almost imagine her Uncle Furio flying beside her; his
wingtips almost touching her furry ear tip and then soaring out ahead of her,
the sorrow of the memory only consumed her and made her run faster, the gentle
brown eyes blinked and the image of the falcon was gone.� Her world was now only this dark rider who
clung so tenaciously on her back, who was to skilled to be thrown off or even
crushed. He was a full fledged wizard and she had little choice but to obey
him.� In fact he only leaned forward, his
hard body in perfect synchronicity with hers as his hips and weight moved along
in perfect time with her surging muscles.

�� A sudden deep
crevice had loomed up out of nowhere, but her rider had spotted it before her,
and his quick touch of the spurs had caused her to almost leap unconsciously.
They flew over the small ravine and landed gracefully on the other side. His
weight drove hard into her back for a moment, but they were off and galloping
again. Malfoy�s riding crop thrashing hard against her sweated flank.

�� She had no idea how
long they had run, the sun was changing positions in the grey misted sky, and
while she was in horse form her mind did not think as clearly or concisely as
it did in human forms. It was one of the minor drawbacks of an animagus being
in their animal form. Emotions were muted and logic was often fuzzed around the
edges.

� She knew they had
circled, the watery, mossy scents of the moors becoming more familiar, and she
knew they had jumped several of the same ravines several times. But now her
muscles were becoming exhausted and sore. Her lungs were aching and her legs
burning from the constant pounding on the ground. Any time she tried to slow,
the cruel Malfoy had whipped, spurred or worse used that damned imperius curse
on her to FORCE her to continue to gallop all out.� But the body was now beginning to fail, and
she often stumbled or grunted in agony. Mercifully he finally allowed her to
walk, the sweat and froth dripping down her totally wet body. To see if she was
truly exhausted occasionally Malfoy would shift his weight and drive those
harsh spurs deeply into her tender flanks, but she could not run anymore could
only endure his cruel treatment and harsh insults of her. She finally stopped
dead still near a creek for a moment, her head drooping, nostrils fully
dilated, her sides heaving. Atop her Malfoy beat and thrashed her cruelly, but
she had to have a drink, she could feel herself near the verge of collapse.
This time she did finally lie down beneath him no matter how roughly he beat
her or how awfully he hauled back on those reins, tearing at her mouth. She
just lay beneath him heaving as he kept sitting atop her. She caught a quick
reflection of herself in the icy cool stream, her mouth was dripping with bloody
foam, and she could see her white sides now tinged and dripping in red as well.

� Angrily Malfoy got
off her and pointed his wand at her, a wild almost deranged look in his eyes.
�I DIDN�T SAY YOU COULD STOP YOU BLOODY, FUCKING MULE!� he screamed. �Crucio!�

�� Again the pain
slammed into her and her body heaved itself nearly end over end, her hooves
thrashing in the air, her elegant neck twisting and writhing in the dirt.
Grunts and squeals of pain whistled out of her mouth and nostrils and more
bloody froth flew in great gobs from her bitted mouth. She had no control over
her body and her animal body seemed even more susceptible to the cruel effects
of the cruciatus curse.

�� Finally,
mercifully he ended the spell and moved forward grabbing her reins. �Fine, have
a ruddy drink you cow!� he ordered her, �but you will pay for it on the way
back!�

� Still laying down
she greedily thrust her nose deep into the icy waters of the stream and drank
great bucketfuls of the refreshing liquid. Above her she could feel Lucius sit
back down on her exhausted form, but she didn�t care, she just wanted to drink
herself to death if she could, never had she been so thirsty.

�� Alright, alright,
enough!� he ordered, �Lest you get colic and die on me. I don�t need the Dark Lord
punishing me for your ineptness!� he hauled back on those reins, �Now UP!� he
forced her back on her feet.

�� He allowed her to
walk or trot back, not forcing her to gallop or canter anymore, but he was
indeed making her pay. The whole way back he continued to drive those spurs
into her or haul back on her mouth. Anytime she stumbled or fell, he laughed
cruelly. At one point he began to get even crueler with his insults to her.
�Perhaps the Dark Lord will give you to me full time. I might even fuck my wife
atop you. Wouldn�t that be pleasant, hmmm?� Now he was grinding himself lewdly
against her bare back and she could feel the dark Deatheater becoming aroused
against her. �But who needs Narcissa along; I could just be a real asshole and
humiliate you all on my own.� He reined her into a standstill now, and for this
she was grateful as it allowed her to simply rest. She was sickened by Malfoy
now grinding and arousing himself atop her, but she also knew if she fought him
he would make her run again or worse use one of those spells to simply command
her to do what he wanted. �Stupid witch.� He growled at her, �You are nothing!
Simply a toy to us! You will do whatever the Dark Lord wants, whatever WE
want.� His own words and her beaten exhausted condition seemed to spur the most
cruelest pleasures in Lucius Malfoy and he pulled his cock from his fly and
leaned forward grinding himself into the natural groove of her muscular equine
back. He allowed those spurs of his to keep digging into her already torn flesh
as he increased his tempo masturbating on her back. His thighs suddenly
clenched tightly against her heaving sides as he came on her, long thick
strings of his cum shooting across her withers and down her bloody shoulders.
He continued rocking and grinding himself against her until he had milked
himself dry on her, a deep shudder running through him.

�� At least you�re
good for one thing.� He said contemptuously as he used his wand to clean up any
traces of his cum off her.� The walk back
to Voldemort�s was the longest and most humiliating of her life.

� As she plodded back
to the tall wild grasses of Voldemort�s front lawn she could see several of the
Deatheaters were still there, talking amongst themselves. Several of them now
pointed and laughed at her wasted and injured condition as Malfoy cruelly
reined her to a stop in front of them. Thankfully Miranda did not see Lord
Voldemort at the moment.

�� Well done Malfoy!�
Several of them cheered.

�� Of course, I am
the best horseman of all of you.� Malfoy gloated sneeringly, still staying
astride his prey. �Now who is next?� he asked almost innocently.

�� Miranda lost track
of how many ended up riding her, first there was the cruel MacNair, and
although he didn�t have Malfoy�s cruel spurs, he was very heavy handed on that
vicious bridle. After an hour of him riding her, several others rode her and
finally the huge, tall blonde Deatheater came out for his turn at her.

�� Her body was beyond
exhausted now; she trembled where she stood her four legs splayed wide apart.
Froth and sweat just kept steadily dripping off her along with the blood from
the wounds Malfoy�s cruel spurs had inflicted on her. Her head wearily turned
and surveyed the huge man and she actually did whinny in fear, but she was too
exhausted to fight, to weary to run. He was the least graceful of all, and he
had to get a bit of a running start to launch his weight onto her back. She
swayed and nearly collapsed beneath him as he swung his leg over her and
settled his nearly 280 lbs of weight on her trembling back. A dark chuckled
resonated within him and he cruelly shifted his weight side to side, causing
her to nearly fall over off her feet.

� �Don�t break her in
two now.� Malfoy jeered, �I don�t think the Dark Lord would like that, eh?�

� �I won�t.� the man�s
deep baritone voice resonated within her bones as he took control of her reins
and hauled with such sheer muscle power on her head and neck that she did
stumble for a moment.

�� He hauled her head
up and forced her to her feet, then squeezed his thighs so tightly against her;
there was actually a cracking noise in her ribs and spine. She plodded one foot
in front of the other, looking almost perversely tiny beneath this huge giant.
He rode her for only 20 minutes until her body finally gave out and collapsed
beneath him, and he came crashing down atop her fallen form. �Get up!� he
bellowed and cruelly drove his weight into her over and over until fresh blood
flowed from her mouth and nostrils. But she had nothing left to give, her body
was spent. She somehow knew she would die beneath this last rider as he
continued cruelly dropping his weight on her as though determined to break her
back or rupture her kidneys. Her once proud head now lay down in the cool
grass, and she allowed the warm trickle of blood to pool out of her nostrils.
She was not aware of much now except sunny golden fields, and galloping up the
slopes of Mt. Etna, her uncle Furio flying at her side, or sitting and talking
to her.
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