Artifact ch.18

Her hands reached out towards him. She was a good girl. He would have to remember to fuck her for her service later. Meanwhile, Rose was still mindlessly moving her jaw up and down his shaft, sucking in air.

"Stop," he told her. "Rest."

He pushed her into Fleur's arms on the mattress, and Fleur immediately wrapped her body around her lover, kissing and shedding tears of joy.

Sliding his hand onto Susan's delightful cheeks, he walked to the front office of the warehouse, ready to accept Padma's submission. Only, it wasn't Padma standing in the office - it was, once again, Goyle with his girlfriend Barbara.

Goyle was Harry's loan shark. He was a nasty, burly man fully capable of hurting others for profit. He was the type you could see in a crime movie and immediately recognize as the thug who would do something terrible to the hero's family and smile about it.

Barbara was decked out, if possible, looking even sexier than the day before. Her tiny tweed skirt barely covered her behind, and the off-the-shoulder pink sweater clung to her breasts so tightly that if they were alive, they might suffocate. The effect was immediate for Harry, who felt his blood rise as his eyes focused on the long, delicate curve of her neck down to her oversized breasts. Tiny droplets of well-coiffed hair swirled around her lovely, doll-like face, resting on her shoulders in fluid, chestnut curls. Goyle removed his lecherous gaze from Tonks - looking adorably tiny in her little outfit - and clenched a fist.

"Do you have my money, wizard? I want my money.”

„It’s Friday, Goyle. I'll owe it to you tomorrow."

"I don't care what day it is. I want my money, and I want it now. Or maybe I need to give you another lesson in respect?"

"You know what, Goyle? I have something for you. Come in." He gestured. "Give me a moment, alright?"

Goyle entered the back, with Barbara on one arm. Immediately, his eyes widened at the sight of the naked Fleur drooling on the mattress as she watched Harry's movements. She aggressively rubbed her pussy against the lifeless, motionless body of Rose, burying her clit in her thigh.

"Hey, uh... I didn't mean to interrupt... whatever this is." Goyle put a hand on his chin, eyeing Tonks and Susan in a new light. "You know, maybe we could forget about the interest part of your payments if, you know, you want to be good Samaritans and share a little?"

"Goyle!"

"Shut up, Barbara. Men are talking." Harry said. "Yes, sir."

Harry winced. Barbara immediately fell silent, like a dog beaten too regularly. Despite everything else, he didn't tolerate people living in fear. A person had to have some moral boundaries, and his were set there. Despite all his other flaws, all Harry really did was spend his life making these beautiful women spend their lives. They came constantly, their minds were always delightful, and their bodies were in constant, blissful ecstasy. Obedience was a pleasure for him, not a terror.

He let the watch slide off his grip, holding it like a hook or a pickaxe. "Goyle, I have something to tell you."

"If it's not my money, I'm not interested in listening." "This is better than money."

Both he and Barbara laughed. "There's no such thing, kid. I'm sorry I have to tell you."

Having the watch on Harry's wrist seemed justified. It was right. Susan and Tonks obediently followed Harry, knowing what awaited them.

"Of course, there is, Goyle. Look." He pointed. "Look at... this."

Within seconds, both Barbara and Goyle were following the swaying watch, completely hypnotized. Completely under Harry's control.

Harry wondered for a moment. His first instinct was to humiliate Goyle in some way. Make him pay for his awful manners. But Harry had gotten himself into this situation. He had taken money from Goyle. He knew the risks. Publicly humiliating him would be pointless and attract too much attention. He could use a little muscle, though. One that was kept in check not even by himself but by Barbara. "I want both of you to imagine that you're at the theater together," he began. "You know, in a theater, there are other people, but you really can't focus on them. They don't matter. Only what appears on the screen matters.

"On the screen, you see me. Me and all my girls. Girls you know, looking at them, that I'm taking care of them. There's no doubt about it. You love this story. You want it to be true. It absorbs you completely. You are engrossed in this world. You're a fanboy of everything related to it. You want to dream about this juicy world and all its possibilities all day long. Who will I fuck next? Who will be worthy enough to serve me? You think about it all day.

"But you both know that you're in a very special, very exclusive club. You're both true fans, real fans, while other people aren't initiated into it. They don't understand it. Either they can't because they're not enlightened enough, or they don't want to. Either way, you know that people outside of our special little club - the club that includes me as the performer, my girls as my special acts, and you as the fans - people outside won't understand it like you do. They won't appreciate it. You have to protect it.

"You must protect me. It's very important. You know that the best way to protect me..." Harry smiled, caressing Barbara's beautiful face. "...the best way to protect me is Barbara. Barbara's loyalty to me is absolute. She'll fuck me whenever I want. She's a true fangirl. And you both share a love for what I do, and you know how important it is to fuck each other to feel the adoration for me in your veins. Barbara will only think about me when she's coming. Meanwhile, Goyle, you'll only think about how good it is that you're doing what you were created for. Fucking on my command. Living by my command. That's what people should really do. You know it, but you also know it's a secret. In the movie, everything is so clear. You can see how the narrative unfolds, the storylines move through your mind and make them absolute."

He continued for a while, reinforcing this narrative thread of obedience and loyalty, the authority Barbara had over Goyle. To drive it all home, he slid Barbara onto her knees and told her to start sucking Goyle's thick, long cock.

It was strange, but it made him hard watching Barbara, in a trance, slowly and skillfully sucking Goyle's cock. Her lips were thick and soft, tinted in the same bright, joyful pink as his costume. Harry realized that this was his power. Making others do what he wanted. Barbara was so absolutely under his control that even now, as she sucked Goyle's cock, she thought she was giving Harry a blowjob. That's why her muffled, happy moans were so joyful and enthusiastic.

Eventually, Goyle came down Barbara's throat as they both snapped out of their trance. Barbara swallowed everything, wiped her lips, and calmly stood up. "That was quite good, sir, wasn't it?"

Harry nodded. "You did beautifully, Barbara. What about the money I owe you..."

"Gone. Disappeared. You don't have to worry about anything. Goyle will take care of it."

Fiddling with his still leaking cock, Goyle finally seemed to notice that Harry was watching him. Clearing his throat and blushing, he put his pants back on.

"I guess we should go now? You don't want us in your office, boss? Maybe we should just..." "Shut up, Goyle," Barbara said. "The adults are talking."

Goyle swallowed, and a hangover expression appeared on his face. His eyes dropped to the floor. "Yes, ma'am."

Barbara gave him a cool smile and turned back to Harry. "Is there anything more for now, or shall we head back to the theater and make sure it's properly secured?"

The perfect servant, that's what Barbara looked like now. Her capricious superficiality was gone, protecting her from living in a world populated by who-knows-how-many-Goyle's. All that remained now was a calm, cheerful beauty, completely sure of her service to Harry.

"Yes," he said. "Sounds good. Run along." Barbara hummed joyfully and followed Goyle out, tugging on his earlobe the whole time because he spoke out of turn.

Done. It was done.

SHORTLY AFTER Goyle withdrew, Tonks asked Harry for a word. He almost immediately pushed Susan to her knees, savoring the soft, generous licking by the young beauty.

Harry smiled at her. "What's on your mind, my dear?" Tonks loved how easy it was to call women such demeaning titles when he had so many of them. It wouldn't be long before he had Tonks completely, saving her for last. With her enthusiasm for the process, he was excited about the prospect of getting her input on exactly how she wanted her mind to be completely fucked by his will. She was delighted that she could provide that to him.

"What you did to Rose in the White Room... really fascinated me."

"Oh?"

On the mattress, Rose finally stirred. Fleur immediately snuggled closer to her. They were genuinely cute together.

"I mean," Tonks added with a slight jump, "I want you to use the watch on me."

"I know, darling. And I will."

Susan was now stroking a bit harder.

"But not just that," Tonks continued. "I don't want just the watch. I want you to try something with me." He hesitated slightly, using his hand to slow Susan's efforts. "Go on."

"I want you to see what happens when you use the watch in the White Room."

Above them, a light bulb buzzed. It must have distracted Harry, making him daydream because he acted as if he couldn't hear what he had just heard.

"You... why?"

"Because I'm tired of my mind fucking around with what I really want. And what I really want, what I've always wanted, is to submit. Completely. And I don't want my mind to get in the way. I don't want any doubts. I don't want some stupid morality or religion to get in the way. I want to wipe my mind with a damn sponge and then rebuild a temple for myself so I never, ever think about doing anything that's not your will."

Harry's cock was as hard as a rock. Precum joyfully splattered on Susan's face. She moaned with delight, making wet, smacking noises. "I'd have to... set it up, I suppose."

He didn't need any more encouragement. Within an hour, he had configured a new system to his liking. The watch wouldn't work after the White Room had done its job – as Rose had proven when she took Padma's watch. So, Harry set the watch on a long fishing wire. It was attached to the ceiling and then to the door again so Harry could ensure it would swing, turn and twist the doorknob from the outside.

When everything was ready, Tonks entered the White Room with a racing heart.

An empty mind. A mind devoted solely to service. She had never been so wet in her life.

She knelt in the box in the center of the room. Inside was a small pillow for her knees. Another pillow at the back for her head to support her neck. Above her hung the watch. She watched it start to sway, slowly, getting slower as the door closed behind her with a click.

A voice echoed through the intercom. "The session begins now."

It was funny, Tonks thought. She hadn't felt anything yet. Of course, she heard the pounding in the room. Slightly primal waves of thumping and the sound of pistons around her. But she hadn't felt anything.

She felt nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing.

Nothing... but...

There was nothing but emptiness. An empty, white, perfect little emptiness. She could dwell in it for entire days. For seconds. For years. For hours. She lost the sense of time, and then she lost the sense that she should even know what time was. Everything was white. Emptiness.

Her mind was empty. Her brain was empty. She was empty.

No, it was simpler: Emptiness was.

Sounds entered the small room. The lower part of her face was wet from saliva. In front of her appeared a watch she didn't recognize. She didn't recognize its shape, function, color, texture, or anything else. It began to sway, emitting a bright, perfect light. Tonks slowly revived herself.