Artifact ch.17

"It would... clear your mind," he explained. "For a while. Not forever. But it would cleanse your subconscious. You wouldn't have anything in your head except my thoughts. My will."

Tonks nodded slowly. He could tell she was excited about the prospect.

"It sounds a lot like a watch," Tonks said. "True. But the watch, I think, reshapes the subconscious. It molds it according to the user's will. This just... pushes the subconscious aside for a moment. Give it a vacation. Only what I say remains. No consciousness. No subconsciousness. Just blind obedience." He turned to Rose. "I want you to do it for me, Rose."

"It sounds... a bit terrifying." Rose squeezed his hand. "Are you sure it's safe, Harry?"

"I think it's the only way to get the watch back from Padma. And we have to do it."

"Why?"

"Because I want it, Rose. Don't you want to do what I want?"

"Yes," she smiled sweetly, trying to disarm him. "Of course, Harry. You're my brother. I want to help you. Just... I don't know why it's so important." She waved her hand towards the crowd gathered around him. A beautiful, scantily clad crowd. "Susan still has a thing for you. Tonks, whom I just met, sings your praises and constantly wants your cock down her throat. That was the second thing she told me." She shook her head. "Tracey and Daphne may work for Padma, but she can give them to you. Fleur and I are still here, and we adore you. Isn't that enough?"

Nevertheless, Rose tried to resist his will. When he retrieves the watch, she will deal with this permanently. But for now, he only needed to push her a little.

"I need you," he said to Rose. His hands clenched on her cheeks. "All of you. For the performance. My career is at stake. It's too important. It's not enough until I have control over everything. I have to be."

All of that was true. But the truth for Harry was also that the thought of completely clearing his sister's mind, even for a moment, was incredibly exciting.

"Yes, Harry. Master. Of course." Rose stepped back, looking concerned. "I... didn't mean to upset you."

He shook his head. "I'm not angry. I'm just worried. I want all my girls to come home. All of them."

She nodded. "I'll do it, sir. I love you." Harry smiled. That was enough for now.

Having slaves was VERY PLEASURABLE. Padma could now understand why Harry had captured so many. She hadn't even thought about using the watch for sex until she caught Tracey and Daphne.

Lying on the couch in her home, two beauties were now massaging her feet, doing a rather wonderful job. She promised them that if they did a good enough job, she would let them lick her pussy.

Padma was something of a demisexual and needed a lot of time with a potential lover before she felt the intimacy required for copulation.

Perhaps, she thought, crunching on a grape, that's why Carlos was such a disappointment.

Carlos was an inadequate lover, and the other two men were primarily taken because of their money. Indeed, Carlos had been introduced into Padma's equation solely because she wanted someone with a small safety net of cash to support her as she went through her divorce. She never planned on being with Carlos in the long run - which is why, during the hypnosis session, she found it amusing to learn that the poor man planned to make her his wife.

At the memory, she rolled her bright, beautiful green eyes. As if. She wasn't finished with men, but she was definitely finished with marriage. She wasn't even thirty yet - what did she want to be tied to someone for life for?

The doorbell rang. Immediately, suspicion entered Padma's heart. Surely, Harry wasn't trying to take the watch again? Hadn't he learned his lesson?

Daphne perked up slightly. "Shall we go get him, Mistress?"

Padma sighed. "No, I don't think so."

Her two slaves had their minds too messed up right now to be of any use to Padma for anything other than physical servicing. Later, she would teach them how to greet others as if they were Padma's friends. Or maybe cousins? After all, Tracey looked very much like her. She walked calmly through the house, enjoying how relaxed her feet felt. The girls were really good at massaging.

Looking out the window, she noticed, quite interestingly, that it was Rose standing in the doorway.

Rose, who hated Harry. Who despised him. Who would do anything if it meant humiliating and debasing her brother.

To be honest, Padma could never stand Rose. The bitch didn't bother to attend her wedding and never sent a gift – never, even with numerous reminders of where she and Harry were registered. She never sent a card by mail, never offered congratulations. In fact, Rose always acted as though she pitied Padma – which was the one sin Padma could never ignore.

No one pitied Padma. No one would despise her. She was above it all. She was above everyone.

When you were above everyone, no one could have a thought that would hurt you.

Padma smiled, opening the door. Even if Harry somehow convinced his sister to talk to him, Padma now felt confident in her ability to completely clear her mind. Maybe even correct her attitude.

Yes, perhaps she would do just that? After all, Rose was quite beautiful.

In fact, she looked very much like Padma. Just like Tracey.

Wasn't that... strange?

Harry. What a pig. He had his type.

As soon as Padma opened the door, she noticed that something was amiss. Rose's eyes - her whole face, really - looked empty.

For a moment, Padma could study her intensely splendid features. She had only met Rose a few times, and each time, Padma had been a little drunk. Always at parties or gatherings, Harry tries to garner support for Rose, attending her bland magazine launch parties. Padma drank to get through them. Besides, they were insufferably vain, cannibalistic affairs. Alcohol reduced their insufferability to a reasonable, bearable level.

Padma waited for Rose to say something, but so far, nothing was happening.

She crossed her arms. "Are you planning to stand there all day or say something?"

Rose pushed the door, mechanically shrugging her shoulders.

"Rose?" Padma was surprised. "What's happening to you... why do you have such an empty look?"

She looked almost hypnotized, but there was a strange purpose in her facial expression, even with empty eyes. It wasn't like the hypnotized gaze the watch gave - that's what confused Padma.

"Don't talk to this woman. Take the watch."

Her voice was slow, robotic. It didn't sound like Rose's voice. It was deeper, slower, as if she were trying to mimic someone else.

She pushed Padma aside and started scanning the interior of the house, tilting her head back and forth. Padma suddenly realized the watch - stupid, so stupid - was on the table.

"Grab it!" Padma commanded her new slaves. Slender, young Daphne picked up the lamp, achieving orgasm from obvious obedience. Tracey, seeing her initiative, also took the lamp in her hands, and both smiled and thanked their Mistress for this privilege. Meanwhile, Rose saw the watch on the table and picked it up.

With no other choice, Padma attacked Rose. They struggled on the floor for a few moments, pulling hair and pushing each other.

In the end, Padma gained the upper hand. She pushed Rose and grabbed the watch.

Padma held it up, swaying triumphantly. Its light filled the room - but it had no effect. Rose took it, looking closely at it. She sniffed it, as if she were some kind of animal. Her nostrils widened.

"Take the watch. Go home."

She pushed Padma aside to the gathered slaves, and they all fell into a tangle. Daphne and Tracey immediately tried to cover Padma's hot, blushing skin with kisses, insisting on their love for her. Roaring in terror, she pushed them away.

But it was too late. Rose disappeared, and with her, the watch.

Just like Padma's perfect future.

For nearly an hour after Rose's return, her mind was completely empty and entirely obedient only to Harry.

Harry, being a generous kind, of course took the opportunity to make her suck his cock like the good girl he wanted her to become. As soon as she woke up, he wanted her to see him with the watch in her mind, thus removing any traces of resistance to his will. To achieve this, he ordered Fleur to kneel next to Rose, with empty eyes, and watch the watch.

He didn't instruct Fleur to do anything specific - she was just supposed to look at him and experience an orgasm like the hot little doll he had turned her into. Fleur, her body trembling and pulsating on his leg, was, of course, obedient. She had been obedient for nearly an hour now, in a trance the whole time, with empty eyes, devoid of anything but work, in the deepest hypnotic trance ever created. Harry wondered absently if this was unhealthy, and then remembered how many times Fleur laughed at Rose's jokes about him and encouraged her to have a stronger orgasm.

Meanwhile, Rose mindlessly sucked, her face completely blank as she worked up and down his shaft. Harry watched her attentively, having already climaxed twice at the sight of his beautiful sister's face - a face he had desired to possess for so long - at his beck and call.

Damn, it was hard for him to watch, as this completely empty vessel served him in this way. Tonks and Susan stood behind him, safely out of the way, despite all their protests about wanting to serve like his sister and her lover. However, he didn't care what Tonks and Susan wanted now - he was in charge, as he should be. Besides, he would let them join in soon.

From the front of the warehouse, there was a knocking sound. Harry sighed. "So soon," he shook his head. "I was wondering when Padma would start performing. Tonks... be a dear.

"Yes, sir. Master. Master. Yes. I'll take care of it." He smiled at her clumsiness, turning to admire her perfect backside in the tiny spandex outfit that Susan had dressed her in. Her pale skin, combined with her thick red hair, looked devilishly sexy.

After straightening himself out for a few moments, he pulled up his pants and stopped waving the watch. The girl fell to the floor, gasping and whimpering. "M-Master..." she stammered. "Oh, Master, my... Master..."