Artifact ch.19

AFTER THE THOUGH MINDFUCKING of Tonks, the assembled gang moved to Susan's house, a small one-story building.

It seemed like a safer place. Padma didn't yet know about Susan or Tonks - and with Tonks, there was always the threat of more Aurors showing up. Harry still didn't fully trust this beautiful, young shapeshifter to make the call and quit her job, even though she had eagerly offered to be bound again when he decided to move. She now regarded her conversations with Harry as fulfilling orders - and as such, she reached orgasm every time she did so. Her body was in a constant state of heightened, regulated bliss.

"Lay her down there, yes. He pointed to Susan and Fleur. "On the bed. Prepare the main bedroom for the rest of us. I'll want to enjoy all of you soon."

Susan made sure Tonks was safe and warm under the blanket, her body still experiencing diminishing orgasms, then nodded. "Yes, sir."

Harry removed his clothes and instructed the other girls to do the same as soon as they gathered in the main bedroom. There was plenty of time to decorate them later. Now, he wanted each of them to be naked. He wanted to spend the entire night learning every inch of their perfect skin.

"Rose," he said with a smile on his face. "I want you to."

The doorbell rang. Rose's face immediately filled with irritation.

"Don't answer that, Master," she begged. "Let me worship you. Let me worship my brother as she serves. Please? Pretty please, sir?"

He sighed. Her hands were so soft on his neck... but he had to at least see who it was. Leaving the girls in the main bedroom, he peeked outside and saw that it was Tracey and Daphne standing at the door. They were wearing tiny silk robes - Padma's robes - and high heels, showcasing their long, perfectly shaped legs. Intrigued, he withdrew. into the bedroom and grabbed the watch to keep it safe in his hands, then returned and opened the door.

"What are you two doing here, dear ladies," he said, completely unfazed by the fact that he was naked in front of them.

Tracey and Daphne looked at each other guiltily, teetering in their platform heels.

"We followed you," explained Tracey. "We didn't know what else to do. We were so lost without you."

"Lost?" he chuckled.

"Your will was too strong, Sire. Your words. She didn't know what she was doing, not entirely."

"Yes, sir," Daphne agreed. She pushed her robe aside, revealing cleavage. "She was like an amateur soccer player on a professional ice rink. Her control wasn't as good as yours. She thought it was the watch - we both thought so, but..."

"But," Tracey said, "it was really about you all along. The watch helped, but it only awakened your natural power. Your true power. It's not the watch at all." She looked at him significantly. "It's just you."

That was a damn tempting thought. He gestured them inside, which they immediately did. Tracey continued talking, breathless.

Of course, he knew it was some kind of lie. If they were truly still under his control as they claimed, then why weren't they on their knees? Why weren't they drooling in his presence like the rest of his obedient slaves?

"We can go back to her, sir," Tracey said. "Put her to sleep. Return her under your control, where she belongs. Won't you let us? If you give us the watch, we'll take care of it for you."

Daphne nodded. "We can do all of this for you, sir."

So, this was the act. Did Padma really think he'd fall for the same failed trick he had attempted? With the same failures who had tried it on her? She really didn't think too highly of him. Disappointment filled his heart, and he shook his head sadly, raising the watch.

"No. I think I'll ensure the two of you first."

They tried to resist and raise their hands, but it wasn't enough. He easily waved the watch, once again wiping their minds clean. Daphne's robe fell to the floor, revealing her completely naked body to Harry. With so many repeated indoctrination, Tracey and Daphne would likely soon need a substantial dose of the White Room themselves, just to rid them of any external motivations.

He quickly erased their loyalty to Padma - a straightforward task, really, as she had done a rather shoddy job of realigning their loyalty - and instructed them to slide into his arms before him.

However, his attention was so focused on them that he didn't see or hear Padma creeping up behind him until it was too late. In one moment, he held the watch, refocusing on Tracey and Daphne, and in the next...

The next moment lasted an eternity.

His mind flickered and lost consciousness - as it was being reformatted - to the sound of Padma's voice -to the sound of Padma's voice - his Mistress's voice - and he kissed Padma -and kissed Padma's beautiful feet. She was so beautiful. So beautiful. How could he ever be a tray to such a beautiful, perfect being?

"Set them here," she said to Tracey. "Bring them all before me. I want everyone to see what I've done to their 'Master'."

Harry remotely knew she was talking about him. But it made no sense. He wasn't anyone's master. He was a servant. He belonged to Padma. Beautiful, perfect Padma and...

Tonks was there, brought in by Tracey. He struggled as Padma attempted to use the watch on her, but it had no effect. None. The wonderful redhead simply shook her head.

"You can't wipe a loyal mind, you stupid bitch," Tonks smiled. "I belong to him, my God, in every way."

And then they fought, crashing into one wall, and then another in the house. Paintings fell, shelves shattered. Harry stood up to help, but he didn't know how. His Mistress hadn't commanded him. If only she had said something...

"Harry!" Padma's voice was tense. Tonks held the watch, smiling triumphantly. "Take it from her! Do it now!"

Finally, an order! He lunged for the redhead, but she waved the watch, and... And...

In the next moment- In the next moment, he came back to himself.

First, he noticed his fingers, completely under his control. He remembered everything. Padma had entranced him for nearly an hour, attempting to reconfigure his mind to serve her and only her. He still felt traces of her, her sultry, perfect voice coaxing him into obedience, obedience, obedience...

But Tonks, beautiful Tonks, had been able to resist. Thanks to her love for him. Thanks to what they did to her in the White Room.

"Good girl," he said, rising slowly. His legs were a bit unsteady. "Good girl, Tonks."

She handed him the watch, her pussy clearly throbbing from orgasm, and moaned warmly as he kissed her soft, pink lips.

"Thank you, S-Sir," she sighed. "I just wanted to make you happy. To make you the one in charge."

She turned to Padma, Tracey, and Daphne, who knelt on the floor. "I left Padma's mind intact for you, Sire. So you could do as you please. She's just motivated, that's all. And waiting for your command." He smiled. "Good girl."

All the girls were now in the living room, lined up before him. Completely naked. Susan wore a black velvet collar, but she was the only one with any ornamentation. Fleur, Rose, Tracey, Daphne, and Susan's pussies throbbed with need as they looked at Harry. He instructed Tonks to kneel beside them - all his lovely beauties in a row. His cock almost immediately returned to full hardness.

What Padma had done to him was understandable - she was just trying to protect herself. In a way, he even admired it. The sneaky attack certainly earned more respect from him than what he thought was her actual attempt to re-enslave Tracey and Daphne.

Bending down, he took Padma's chin in one hand, looking deep into her beautiful green eyes.

Her voice was venomous mockery. "Welcome, husband." "Wife."

These were the terms the two of them had reached.

"I'm letting you move," he said.

She straightened up, and his words had an immediate effect. "Thank you for that."

Still, she knelt before him. "You're not very smart," he said. "Coming straight to me like this."

"Maybe not," she sighed. "But it almost worked. I didn't expect your little redhead to be so... stubborn." "And now I've won."

"Yes."

She didn't look worried. Why wasn't she worried? Didn't she know what he planned to do to her? "I intend to change you, Padma. As soon as I want."

"I'm aware that... that's what you want. Yes." "Don't you think I will?"

She raised her eyebrow cautiously. "I have a counteroffer."

He laughed. "What could that be? From now on, you'll be my slave. Whenever I want you, I'll have you. I'll fuck you completely, Padma. I'm going to fill you up until you're pregnant."

In the past, he would have hated the look of disgust on her face. Now, he found it pleasurable - because he planned to change that reaction soon.

"Does it have to be such a primitive arrangement, darling? Her eyes sparkled as she saw his reaction after her words. "You love me, don't you? And I love you... truly. You've given me everything I could ever want. You have so much power now. So much wealth. Wasn't it all really just for me? Me... Padma." He shook his head.

"I don't mind Rose. Oh, yes, it's taboo. Very, isn't it? But really, why do you need her when you can have me? She never gave you a second thought. She never liked you. But I do. If you use the watch on me, you'll go all the way."

He could do it. God, it was tempting. To have her right beside him, just as he had the others. His partner in crime. Lover. Wife. His manipulator. She was so beautiful. The thought of her wanting everything he desired - if only he could trust her...

Her hands slowly moved towards the watch, and he felt himself stop caring. Screw it, relinquishing control was tempting at this moment. He thought he got off on controlling others - dominating - but it really just boiled down to control. An abstract concept of control, regardless of who wielded it. One person completely controlling another was hot for Harry. "Master?"

Tonks spoke up. Her pale, sensual figure resembled a rococo angel in the bright light of the house. Her pussy spasmed incessantly, orgasm after orgasm flooding her body and mind.

"Master, don't do it. Please? You're... you're a God. You can't let her take that from you. Please, no? It's so perfect for you to be in charge of all of us." Hearing her voice, it felt like the fog cleared from his mind. Of course, she was right.

Control was sexy. But his control was the best of all. And he couldn't give it up. Not forever. "Susan," Harry said, "Fleur. I want you to restrain my wife."

In unison, "Yes, sir."

It wasn't absolutely necessary, but it was a nice sight. Their naked bodies pressing down on Padma. They pulled her into the corner, and his cock, hard and ready, waited to finally enter her.

"No." Padma shook her head, struggling against them. "Harry, don't. You can't do this. You can't. I'm your wife. Despite everything. Do you really want some fucking... slave? You can't. It's not you, Harry. It's not you, Harry. We've been through too much. I know I hurt you, I know I did, but we can fix this, right?"

"Padma," Harry shook his head. "Before we move forward, you have to understand something." "Of course, darling," she fervently agreed, as if surrendering again. "Anything."

"Identity - how do we address each other? It's just a memory. And now I can change anyone. Rose. Yours. I can make Rose and you behave the way I want. I don't have to negotiate with you. I don't have to forgive you. You don't have to forgive me. I can just wipe everything away. All that agony can disappear in an instant... and it will."

Padma tried to pull away again, but Susan and Fleur held her tightly.

Harry smiled and began twirling the watch again. "And you, none of you, will be able to do anything about it."

Padma and Rose lay before him on the bed, their beautiful bodies completely naked. In the dim bedroom light, they looked almost like sisters. Other slaves gathered around the bed, on their knees, silently praying to their new Master. Tonks, Tracey, Daphne, Susan, and Fleur - all were completely under his control, just like Padma and Rose were now. He had won. Now it was time to celebrate. On other nights, he already knew he would take anyone who caught his eye that day. He set them up to compete for his attention. But not tonight.