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Thread: Breaking Ginny

Looking at him with a such a fuming desire to claw at his face and rip it apart like a crazy raged rabid animal, her eyes watched as his hand raised, as if preparing to beat her down hardas if the strike of the Cruciatus curse wasnt enough but only to grab her throat. She let out a strained breath and looked at him, trying to swallow, trying to breathe, anything to remain alive. Her eyes resonated with a look of the most torturous fear, not as badly as being inflicted with that curse but enough to show fear of dying, just like this. In her mind, it was the worst way to die because then it would be for no purpose but to simply dispose of her for being completely useless. She would not let that become her fate, no matter how difficult it was becoming to resist. Not because she actually wanted to do anything with him other than murder him with her own bare hands, but because it was becoming that much harder to keep any faith whatsoever because he truly was beating down on her. Shed hate to admit, but the abuse was already taking a toll on her. Once he finally released her, she slumped back down onto the bed, nearly crouching down, her hand pressing lightly to her throat, gasping and coughing as all the air and circulation regained through her system. Panting, she looked at him and swallowed hard, finding her heart feeling like it had just been squeezed when he mentioned Harry and his death. Moving off of the bed, she stood and she slowly walked over to the basin where he poured that memory. Something was telling her to watch it, all to just see Harry again but she remembered how he died. She couldnt bare it because just hearing about it was enough to crush her. How she had any faith or hope left was a true wonder. Looking at him, she managed to strike him in the cheek, something that may have been proven badly nostalgic when even Hermione struck him once. It wasnt much of a punch, just fist collision to his cheek but it made her feel strong. Only for a moment because she was now expecting something for the worse Perhaps stupid to even do but it was her rage that confined into one pitting outburst and the punch was a result of it. She had to. Regardless of what was to come next. Especially after this. Youre a coward. She spoke harshly, looking down on him You think that this abuse makes you anything godly or more of a superbly refined wizard? No. it just makes you pathetic and downright shameful to think you have to resort to this to get your way. I rue the day when you fall and I can watch the life drain out of you ever so slowly and painfully, just as you hoped onto others. And that day will come quick, for I promise you that and only that. She snapped. After her words were spoken and resonated in the air, she swallowed hard and stepped back from him. Perhaps it was time to stay quiet and do his bidding, but she couldnt. She respected herself too much to do that. Yet why was it that she could feel her strength and her hope waning just in a quick snap?
Thread: Breaking Ginny

He had thought that the threat of showing her the death of Potter would earn some kind of better behavior from her, especially considering that he could literally drag her into the event and force her to see it all first hand. Those weren't the only memories that he had though, Snape had distributed memories of what he was doing to Granger to other Death Eaters for their enjoyment. Perhaps he could drag Ginny into the first time that Snape had raped her friend. That thought was gone from his head the moment that her first connected with his jaw, how dare she strike him, even if he wasn't her owner to have struck him was something rather foolish indeed and he would have taken a great deal of time to make her pay for it. It didn't particularly hurt unless you counted his pride, bringing back the memory of how Granger had once struck him in a similar manner, though much more harshly at the time. As she berated him and then carefully moved back away from him Draco advanced on her, drawing ever closer to her and reaching out, gripping her throat again and then his other hand grabbing her panties and pulling them down. He had wanted to play nice with her and give her a chance to submit but it seemed like that wouldn't be happening, perhaps once he fucked her she would learn her proper place, breaking her with his cock rather then with any spells or magic. Perhaps it was better this way, the old fashioned way to show her who was in charge instead of doing as Snape did and drugging his slave until she was driven wild with lust and practically begged to be fucked. Soon enough she would learn how a proper slave should behave before her Pure Blood better. You should have submitted when you had a chance. He warned her as he pushed her toward the bed, forcing her with his greater strength to bend over and put her in the perfect position for him to take advantage of. With the hand on the back of her neck he held her down while his other hand having lowered her panties went to unzip his pants and free his cock, large and hard, practically dripping precum after being erect for so long. Taking no time at all he positioned himself to enter her, slowly pushing forward and groaning as he felt his body brushing against hers, honestly he didn't care if she was dry or if she would be in a great deal of pain, he wanted to hurt her, wanted to make her suffer.
Thread: Breaking Ginny

Of course Ginny knew the consequences for both striking him and berating him. Still, it hadnt stopped her from doing so but she did fear the worst. The worst was being tortured probably to insanity, the kind of insanity where shed crave for him to give it to her on a regular basis, being addicted to him. However, it seemed unlikely given his current manner. When he stripped her of her panties, she let out a small whine trying to push him back but found it difficult to do for soon she was now bent over the bed. With the force and strength of his hand against her neck to keep her down, there wasnt much for her to do, much ability to fight back or make this an even bigger struggle than before. Knowing what was to come was like having a monster constantly creep over her, menacingly whispering what was going to happen over and over until eventually the fear consumed her and all that was left was a broken girl, submitting to anything that would then drive out the remaining emotion that was left, all until she was this completely different person with only one meaning to life a sex slave. It seemed that that new fate was hovering over her most literally and realistically. There would be no hope. This was something shed have to accept and as much as she tried to stray from it, she found it incredibly difficult, especially with his latest advancement into her. Her hands gripped the bed sheets tightly and a small cry of pain emitted from her lips. Had the battle been won, Ginny knew that after her education, it would have been Harry and her forever married and on to accomplish their dreams and hopes. Every ounce of that slowly diminished from her as Draco took her completely. Tears came to her eyes and as her head rested forcefully on the bed, forced to succumb to his vile treatment and plan, they finally rolled down her cheeks. The pain surrounding her just from entrance was painfully and slowly whipping her dreams and hopes away. The slave that Draco had longed for was being created and there was no change of that, no hope away from it. This was it and she was beginning to accept that. Just like that, a person could easily break, whether they were Muggle, Half-blood, or Pure-blood. For so long, her hope had lived on and only now, when she was coming to the end of the tunnel where no light awaited her, it was gone.
Thread: Breaking Ginny

Draco groaned at the pleasure her body was giving him, wrapped so tight around him, squeezing him like nothing else, the only thing lacking was the wonderful moisture that would ease his passage but in time she would learn how to properly grow wet for her master if she wanted to avoid further pain. He could see the tears rolling down her cheek and that only made him push further into her faster, any resistance practically ignored as he forced his way deep inside of her, not stopping until he felt his hips rest against that pert little ass of hers. Leaning down he ran his tongue up over the trail that the tears left upon her fact to help enhance her humiliation. Were you saving yourself Weasly, hoping that Potter might be the person to take your virginity? A pity that Potter was dead, Draco would have very much enjoyed showing him the memory of this event. A curse might hurt the body but something like this would be something that couldn't be recovered from. After a bit he recovered, resting against her before he started to move quickly, not giving her any time at all to adjust or grow comfortable with him. Everything that he did was completely devoted to his own pleasure, nothing at all cared for hers, even when he used his want to add the slightest amount of lubricant to his cock it was only to let him fuck her harder and faster. You like it though don't you, you need someone strong enough to take what he wants, someone who won't put up with any attitude or rebellion from you. sorry its a tad short
Thread: Breaking Ginny

no worries As she felt him push deeper into her, a somewhat louder cry of pain escaped from her feeling him push through her hymen like it was nothing. The very pain coursed through her body in this unbearable and uncomfortable feeling, her grip on the sheets tightening as more tears cascaded down her cheeks, staining the sheets as they made contact. Sniffling, she felt his tongue touch her cheeks, as if they were laughing at her and her tears, like he found some sick pleasure in her torment and pain. Sadistic bastard , she thought. Though the moment he called her out on saving herself, she felt nothing but the shrewd and dark cloud of embarrassment swarm over her, taking part in her breaking and breaking in. It made all the more unbearable. Oh if Harry were only alive... Not even giving her a chance to grow the least accustomed to his length and girth into her, she let out loud cries of pain, whining, her teeth biting her lip so hard she could have drawn blood. Her hands gripped the sheets even harder, as if her nails could penetrate through the cloth and pierce her own hands and flesh, she trying so hard to resist and not fall prey to his influence. Y-You're not strong! She cried. You're a c-coward! Speaking the very words, there was almost no emotion or malice towards them as if there was none left in her. As if she no longer had the will to stand up to him because it became all the more difficult to resist him and simply give in, becoming what he wanted her to become. She wanted to keep trying to resist but it seemed futile. This was it. The end for who she was and the beginning of her future as his pet.
Thread: Breaking Ginny

With the extra lubrication Draco found it easier to move in her then ever before and the mild discomfort that had come from her dryness was immediately gone. Now he was moving faster and fucking her harder, his body smacking against hers with every thrust as he leaned down, reaching beneath her body to maul her breasts with her hands, no longer seeing a need to hold her down by her neck when the entire weight of his body would do the job nicely. His fingers found her nipples, pinching them tightly and twisting in order to increase the pain for her, wanting to break her down as swiftly as possible. You chose this pain Weasly. He told her before biting her neck lightly, teasing her by being gentle with that rather then biting hard enough to draw blood, this one action at odds with the rest of what he did. Had you offered yourself to me I would have ensured that you enjoyed yourself. He was mocking her now, even if she had submitted there would have been a great deal of pain for her but in the end through magic or his own abilities he would have ensured a orgasm that would have left her unable to move or speak for hours to come. As it stood she didn't deserve such pleasure and perhaps in time he would reward her with it... but for now his own release was rapidly approaching. With a growl he redoubled his movements, thrusting harder and faster then ever before as his hands on her tits helped to pull her against him to help meet his movements. How would Harry feel if he knew that you might one day carry my child? He asked with a chuckle before twisting his head to capture her lips in a deep passionate kiss, his teeth catching her lips before his tongue thrust deep into her mouth. As he did this he thrust into her one last time before erupting deep inside of her, his breathing heavy and his body near exhausted after such a powerful release that filled her with an immense amount of cum. As he broke the kiss he remained inside of her for a few moments before giving her ass a quick smack as he pulled out, spilling the cum and blood of their intercourse to the floor as it leaked from her. If you wish to be spared this pain again you will not ever try to fight me. He warned her with a small sigh, sounding almost disappointed in his pet. I can use any number of potions to restore your virginity and take it from you over and over again or I can use different potions to make you enjoy every single touch that comes from me. His wand was soon retrieved from the floor where he had let it fall, a simple wave and murdered spell causing a rope to bind her wrist to the bed post, making it impossible for her to move more then a few feet from the bed and then just out of that reach his wand was set down upon his dresser. I suggest you get some sleep though. He warned as he stripped from the rest of his clothing, climbing onto the bed and making himself comfortable.
Thread: Breaking Ginny

It hurt a little less with the extra lubrication he provided but nonetheless, it was like her body was being ripped apart and she wanted nothing more than for it to stop. It hurt so much and the fact he wasnt being gentle as it was her first time, only accounted more for the pain. As he thrust into her and allowed his hands to grope her everywhere, more tears came from her eyes, as well as cries of pain emitting from her lips this was not how she wanted her virginity to be taken. She wanted to give it away, not for it to be forcefully taken. The tears that flowed down her stained cheeks were a reminder of that. She knew, she could have simply given into him and let him take her willingly. With her pride and who she was, it wouldnt have gone down that way at all and therefore, it had to be like this. There would be no orgasm for her, but through it all, her guard had broken, her resolve had weakened and her body was falling prey to his actions, finding some kind of surprising pleasure in it all. His words mocked her, taunted her, even embarrassed her. For what reason? He had made it clear that she was his now, and even her body was responding to that now, agreeing with him. Her mind would come around to it, no doubt at all. Her cries turned into minor moans, though still so loud in volume. There wasnt a pleasurable feeling behind her moans but something that was coming from her as a reaction from his rough pounding and fondling. Her eyes nearly shut so tight when his lips crushed onto hers in what was a lustful kiss, she barely kissing back. It was like she was forcing herself not to, trying to keep up with the fake guard and resolve but it was no use. She had been broken, and there was no point in denying it. For when he finally came, a loud moan came from her, and her body went like-limp on the bed, she panting incredibly hard. Ginnys body felt numb. Like she couldnt feel a thing physically or emotionally. He got what he wanted. She wanted to know what itd be like to really feel the pleasure. Her mind was so curious now that it had finally snapped out of that fake loony dream of being free and filled with hope. No, she was filled with his cum, filled with the longing and yearning for pleasure to please him and to be pleased in return for good behavior. As it all ended, her mind played it all back, feeling like it was a nightmare. It was no such thing. It was the real deal, such a morbid life now. But perhaps one rape was all it took for her to break. To break and ready to become what he wanted a sex slave. She had no care or desire to be anything else, to learn what he wanted her to be. He was her master and she would please him. While her wrist was tied to the bed post, she lay down on her side, not feeling an ounce of pain from any movement and looked at him, her tired and dried eyes blinking lightly. Forgive me. I promise to do better next time. Looking up at him, her head rested on the pillow, her free hand touching his hand gently before her eyes closed and the exhaustion consumed her. She was his now. Ginny was broken. What was next?
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Draco hadn't expected this, the moans seemed so out of place considering the force that he had used to on her but he was hardly disappointed. There were two possibilities, she had either faked her enjoyment of the act or she was broken so easily. The first would be quite alright with him, faking it wouldn't work out for her in the end because Draco would bring the lie into reality. All though the alternate seemed just as likely, with everything that was going on in the world it was no stretch of the imagination to believe that her rape had been the final straw needed to break the camels back, with the whole world falling apart around her where else could she turn except into the embrace of the one man who might be able to protect her from danger. As he lay in bed he looked very closely at her, it was like a dream come true to have Ginny as his. Even before The Dark Lord had risen Draco had wanted to possess her, and it wasn't just because he wanted to take something from Potter, she was beautiful and pure blooded if a little bit misguided and her family lacking, more then once he had wanted to take her and show her how much better life as a Pure Blood could be if she would just embrace it. He wouldn't have called what he felt toward her love but there was no doubt that it was a deep infatuation with Weasly, a desire to possess and show her the truth and now he had that chance. I suggest you do better next time other wise you will be in a great deal of trouble. He warned as he took her hand and gently pressed his lips to her knuckles, showing her tenderness before moving closer to her, pulling her body tight against his as he rested, the feel of her flesh rather soothing against his own body. It didn't take all that long for him to fall asleep, a few minutes and he was out experiencing the most soothing and restful night of sleep in years. However all good things had to come to and end and after a restful eight hours his alarm softly chimed, waking him gently to the sight of his possibly broken slave who lay in the bed with him, close to him. It seemed as though she were still sleeping though and that just wouldn't do, a proper slave would wake up before her master and make sure that he was greeted with pleasure the moment his eyes opened. With a growl he reached out and wrapped his hands in her hair, roughly tugging her closer to him. You might thing that simply behaving yourself will be enough. He growled as her eyes began to flutter open. But this is hardly the truth... I don't know if you really broke yesterday or if it was some foolish attempt of yours to fool me but today the real work begins... today I train you to be a proper Pure Blood in public but my personal fuck toy in private... now get to work and wrap your lips around my cock.
Thread: Breaking Ginny

The sweet tenderness she had expected for maybe the slight moment was more than enough. Enough to make her want to see it again and all she had to do was please him and everything would be fine. She could live this life and not fear it learn to accept that this was her destiny. Harry wasn't coming back. No one was going to rescue her. The closest thing she had to protection was Draco and his wicked and sadistic sense of showing it. In these times, it was more than enough, especially to experience such a sweet and tender moment. That's all she needed. All she wanted and as he soon relaxed back for a full night's sleep, so did she. Her body did remain number, but it was perfect to be able to lull her to sleep, her body staying comfortably close to his, until the next morning came, with a gentle chirp of an alarm. It was honestly a far more pleasant sleep than she expected and had after a long time. Not by much but enough to make her actually sleep. While asleep, she didn't have to worry about being discovered and killed. She could actually sleep. No more waking up in the middle of the night for the fear or insecurity of someone finally finding her or getting her. It was all so beautiful and restful, a dreamless sleep--thankfully too. It was all wonderful until she felt her hair being so roughly grabbed, causing her to wake so quickly from her sleep. As her eyes fluttered open, she let out a deep exhale, mostly of tiredness and swallowed hard, nodding. Y-Yes. Forgive me. She had no idea that she was to wake before him, that he'd required such an extraneous task of a morning blow job none of this she knew at all and it embarrassed her he made her feel so embarrassed that now it was like she lived to prove him wrong. Make him believe she was a rightful Pure Blood in public and his amazingly personal fuck toy in private. He'd know, and he'd learn. Moving to sit up, she let him lay back as she tried to move. Her wrist was still bound to the bed rail so she managed to alter his positioning and her sitting and moved her hand around his cock, stroking him she was neither gentle nor rough but the perfect amount. Her mouth moved down on him, her tongue coming out to run along his length in a very smooth and sensual way, buttering them both up before she took him into her mouth completely now, her tongue rubbing along and around his underside. Her moved on him in this most comfortable pace, already going fast for him, her mouth so nice and tight around his length, all the while her hand stroked him.