Ginny in the brainwashing chair

Ginny has had her mind under **** from both the spell, the subliminals, and the ****. But she hasn't given in.

The spell begins to use a new technique. It starts taking Ginny through her memories. Her in the chamber, about to lose consciousness as Tom stands above her gloating. Suddenly everything freezes, from Tom's laughter to the dust motes in the light.

A sound approaches... clack-clack-clack, Ginny looks to the sound, and she recognizes the woman whose body she had been inhabiting, covered in black latex, the woman approaches holding a black leather crop.

"Tisk tisk dear. You'll never get anywhere if you choose to be the victim."

Ginny became enraged, and slowly began to stand. "Who the hell do you think you are? Choose to be the victim?! I never chose this!"

"Oh didn't you? Ginny, this is a dream in your mind. You are in control, and yet you cower from evil tommy-boy, and hope to be saved by your knight in ugly glasses."

Ginny, while angry, was also confused. "What?"

"Ginnny dear, you are in a dream. You can choose to stop tom yourself. To take the power back. In fact, why don't you try this on Tommy boy." The woman held out the crop to Ginny, who hesitated.

"Are you going to choose to remain Tom's victim?

Ginny's eyes flashed with anger. She grabbed the crop and turned back to Tom Riddle, and struck him across the face with the crop.

"You bastard, do you have any idea how much you hurt me." Ginny yelled as she struck him again. This time, the crop left a red mark on Tom's face, and at that same moment, a black latex sleeve formed on Ginny's arm, leaving her palm exposed, while it extended up the back of her hand to wrap around the base of her middle finger.

"You made me petrify Hermione!" Smack!

An identical black latex sleeve formed on Ginny's other hand.

"You made me petrify Colin!" Smack! A thigh-high latex boot formed on Ginny's right leg.

"You made me petrify Penny Clearwater!" Smack! An identical boot formed on Ginny's left leg.

Ginny walked behind the frozen, but apparently sensate Tom Riddle and kicked him in the back of his knee forcing him to fall to his knees.

Ginny's school robes turnes into a red latex cape hanging from her shoulders.

"You killed poor Myrtle!" Ginny kicked Riddle in the balls as hard as she could from behind. And ginny's skirt turned into a pair of black pvc short shorts that opened with a zipper crotch.

"You framed poor Hagrid!" Ginny pulled down the back of Riddle's pants and struck his ass with the crop. As she did, her shirt transformed into a black pvc corset with shiny buckles down the front.

"You nearly killed me!" Ginny struck riddle's ass again with the crop, and a black pentagram tattoo appeared on ginny's chest above her clevage, and also on the palms of her hands.

"And worst of all, you nearly killed Harry!" Ginny struck again with all of her strength, and as she did, a black spiked collar formed on her throat, black makeup adorned her face, and studded wristbands appeared on her wrists.

"Do it." Ginny heard the woman whisper behind her. "Take his power from him, and finish him. You know what to do. Your mind has learned the spells, you only have to want to use them."

Ginny reached down and grabbed Riddle's face. And began to chant a spell in a language she had never spoken before. As she did, the pentagram on her chest, and the two on her hands began to glow. As the chant began to reach a creshendo, ginny channeled the power into the crop once more and struck Tom Riddle's ass one final time. And then there was a blinding discharge of energy.

Ginny blinked away the spots in her eyes. And could see that Tom Riddle was no more. Instead, a nude girl looking 18-19 with long black hair, cowered on the floor. In ginny's hand, the black crop was gone, and in its place was a black leather leash attached to the black leather collar around the neck of the black haired girl.

The nuts that Ginny had just kicked a minute ago were no longer there. In their place, the black haired waif had a delicate pussy, with only a slight landing strip above her clit. Riddle, completely free of the timelock raised her hands to cover her nude b-cup breasts. As Riddle looked at Ginny she whimpered in fear. At the moment that Riddle had lost her manhood, Ginny had gained a lurid red double-ended strapon dildo, with one end inserted into her own cunt through the booty shorts as the bottom zipper was open exposing everything.

"Take her Ginny. Make her yours." The woman behind her whispered.

Ginny grabbed Riddle by her long black hair and smacked her in the face with her strapon. "Bitch. You best open your mouth, because I am going to fuck you in every way you can be fucked, and if you dont suck this cock, you are going to learn a new definition for pain."

Riddle tentatively stuck out her tongue and touched the strapon. Ginny balled up her hands in Riddle's hair and pulled, thrusting the red dick between her lips until Riddle gagged. "Oh, we are going to need to work on that, won't we slut?." Ginny paused but heard nothing but gagging.

"I said, won't we slut?" Riddle mumbled something like yes, before ginny slapped her face. "That's 'Yes, Mistress Ginny.'... well?"

Riddle mumbled "yes mistress ginny".

"Good girl. Youre going to be my good girl now and forever, aren't you my little Riddle slut?"

"Yes, Mistress Ginny."

Ginny then began to face fuck Riddle in earnest until Ginny had come at least once from the inner dildo's penetration and her strapon was thoroughly coated with Riddle's saliva. Then she knelt down behind Riddle and began to fuck her cunt like the bitch she was.

After Mistress Ginny had satisfied herself and left all of Riddle's holes unnaturally stretched and gaping, ginny turned to the woman who handed her the crop, only to find a large mirror just standing there.

Ginny studied her look, loving how the outfit made her look like one of those scarlet women that she's always been warned about.

Now she had the power, and it felt incredible.

In the brainwashing chair, Mistress Ginny smiled.