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Hermione Granger's tears wouldn't stop flowing. All her friends, her mentors were dead. The resistance had failed. The Dark Lord had won.
As she was magically bound and dragged before Voldemort, she bitterly regretted not having returned to the Muggle world while she still could.
Why did she ever think that Voldemort, the most powerful Dark Wizard who ever lived, could be defeated?
How could she have been so daft? To think that at the age of sixteen, she stood a chance against Him.
And now she was going to pay for it.
Hermione's heart sank as her young and delicate body was dragged to Voldemort's throne and was roughly pushed to the ground before him.
What would he do to her?
"My Lord, I have brought you the Mudblood as you ordered.", said Antonin Dolohov. The Death Eater then bowed before his Lord and took a step back.
"Hmmm.... pretty thing!", Hermione heard Voldemort say. She had never been so close to him and it was terrifying to be in his presence. She dared not look up, and continued to stare at the floor.
"Yes, my Lord!", Bellatrix Lestrange said with a mad cackle, "she's quite delicious! I didn't get to use her properly that night at the Department of Mysteries. She'd have made a fun little chew toy!"
The deranged Dark Witch cackled again, in a way that made Hermione tremble with fear. She remembered the way Bellatrix had leered at her the night she and the other DA members went to retrieve the prophecy. The older witch had undressed her with her eyes and was about to pin her down when Tonks had saved her.
Well Tonks was dead now. As were the others. No one would save her now.
"Is that so, Bellatrix?", Voldemort said, sounding amused, "well it just so happens that I agree. The Mudblood, Hermione is it?.... is rather fetching."
He then addressed the room full of Death Eaters.
"Look at her. So young. Only sixteen years old. Virginal. Innocent. And so lovely. She'd make a fine plaything for the Dark Lord, would she not?"
The Death Eaters all nodded in agreement.
"Would I not be a merciful Lord in letting the pretty Mudblood live and fulfil her true purpose? That of serving a powerful wizard."
The room erupted into calls of "Yes My Lord!", "So merciful!", "Lucky Mudblood!".
Voldemort held up his hand and his followers immediately fell silent.
"Before I decide to use her, however, I believe we should all get to see exactly what she has to offer."
He then looked at his Second in Command and said "Bellatrix, I think you would like to expose the Mudblood's body."
Bellatrix all but bounced with delight.
"Yes! Yes My Lord! Thank you! Thank you!"
She stood up and sauntered over to a now weeping and trembling Hermione Granger.
With a flick of her wand, Bellatrix made Hermione's clothes disappear. Her sixteen year old body was now completely naked.
Poor Hermione let out a gasp and immediately put one hand over her tits and another over her pussy. She had never been naked before anyone. This was mortifying.
Unfortunately for her, her tits had grown rather big and voluptuous over the last year, and her dainty hand could barely cover them. The little nipples were peaking out from behind her fingers.
To add to her ordeal, Hermione was horrified to discover that her other hand was slick with her juices. Her pussy was wet.
But why?
Why did her body respond this way to such humiliation?
"Do not try to hide your parts Mudblood!", Voldemort commanded harshly, "your body now exists for our pleasure. Bellatrix!"
Bellatrix didn't need to be told twice. She pointed her wand at Hermione's naked body and snarled "CRUCIO!"
White hot pain engulfed Hermione and she let out a wail of agony. She dropped to the floor and as she writhed, her hands no longer covered her most intimate parts. Her tits were uncovered, her legs were wide apart allowing her pussy to be seen by everyone there. Some of the Death Eaters leaned forward to get a better view of the perfect, wet little hole. The sight of the young Mudblood naked and flailing on the floor turned them on like crazy.
Even after Bellatrix lifted the curse, Hermione did not try to cover herself. She was afraid of what else would be done to her if she did. Besides, she had no strength left in her. So she lay there, broken and defeated. All she could do was beg for mercy.
She finally realised that she was a weak little Mudblood and that Wizardkind would always be superior to her.
"Please...", she whimpered pathetically, "forgive me.... I'm so sorry I rebelled... please... mercy..."
She cried helplessly.
The Dark Lord looked pleased at this.
"She's indeed quite lovely when she begs!", he said to a triumphantly grinning Bellatrix. "But I don't think all our friends here have gotten a proper look at her. Bella, my dear, if you would just pick up our toy and show her off properly."
With an evil smirk on her beautiful face, Bellatrix Lestrange approached a whimpering Hermione Granger. She used Magic to lift the adolescent witch's body off the floor.
In an instant, Hermione was levitating with her legs spread wide open, her pussy lips held apart by an invisible forces. Her body was then floated all over the enormous room, allowing every Death Eater to look into her pussy hole and get a close look at her young tits. They leered, they made crude comments calling her a whore, a piece of fuck meat, a Mudblood toy.
Hermione didn't even try to resist. She knew she was beaten. Her head lolled to one side as her body was put on display as if she were a thing. To be used and abused. She only let out soft, quiet little sobs as the continued humiliation broke her even more.
After every one of the two hundred or so Death Eaters in the room had had an up close and personal view of her body, Bellatrix floated her back to the spot just a few feet from the Dark Lord’s throne. After dropping her to the floor unceremoniously, Bellatrix looked to the Dark Lord for further orders.
"I think I'll keep this one for myself. Have her sent to my chambers Bellatrix. But first, we should all hear her lovely scream one more time."
Bellatrix licked her lips before casting the torture curse on the helpless child.
"CRUCIO!"
Hermione's screams made every Death Eater hard. The sight of her naked body flailing about on the floor like a fish out of water was something out of their darkest fantasies.
Bellatrix stood over Hermione and placed her foot on her chest to hold her in place.
Bellatrix's high heel dug into Hermione's tit as she cast again. This time, the pain was too much to bear and Hermione passed out from it.
The last thing she heard as she lost consciousness was the cruel laughter of the Dark Lord, his Second In Command and the hundreds of Death Eaters.
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When Hermione regained consciousness, she wasn't sure how long she had been out. Her head felt foggy, her body felt sore. But the pain was gone. She figured someone had poured a pain relief potion into her mouth when she was unconscious.
She found that she was on a large comfortable bed, in an enormous and finely furnished room.
Who had brought her here?
She was about to get out of the bed when she realised she was still naked. She remembered all the debasement she had been subjected to. The way her naked body had been paraded about, the vile things the Death Eaters had said. And to top it all off, she was tortured with the Crutiatis twice. She could still feel Bellatrix's heel digging into her breast, making her feel even smaller.
Was this going to be her life from now on? Just pain, abuse and humiliation?
She felt like crying, when she heard a deep baritone.
"You're awake, pretty Mudblood!"
Hermione looked to her right to find the most handsome man she had ever seen enter the room from what looked like a secret doorway behind the bookshelf.
He was about six feet two inches tall, had black hair that looked very soft and smooth, and dark eyes that seemed to suck the light out of the room.
Hermione recognised the man as Tom Riddle, fir she had seen his pictures in Hogwarts's old school year books.
But how?
As if sensing her confusion, Riddle spoke, "do not be alarmed Mudblood. I'm capable of switching between both of my forms. This is the one I prefer when I want to engage in some carnal delights."
His wicked smirk sent a chill down Hermione's spine. He was going to rape her!
However, she could also feel her pussy get wetter at the thought.
What was wrong with her? Why was her body aroused at the thought of the Dark Lord defiling her?
Terrified, Hermione covered her naked flesh with the bed sheet.
Voldemort only laughed at this. He knew he had his prey where he wanted her.
She wasn't going anywhere.