Artifact ch.13

Their arms intertwined with hers. The three of them were so strong, acting as one unit, one mind. Tonks's body felt like a single flame, burning and consuming every sensation. A fire that needed a constant supply of fuel. They pulled her toward a chair.

"Stop it," Tonks's voice became high-pitched. Even she didn't think she was convincing. "You can't... you can't do this. I'm an Auror!"

Detective, Tonks thought angrily, though for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to raise her voice to this perfect hunk. Especially not now, when she was tied up. Restrained. Bound. Helpless. At his mercy. Her knees trembled, and she fought not to hit them together.

Forced submission, whether she wanted it or not. Accepted or not. Her state was a state of submission and helplessness, and no amount of thoughts or desires could change that. It would be better if she accepted it.

Her state was submission; she surrendered. It was that simple. Like mathematics. If submission was on one side of the equation, then submission had to be on the other, regardless of factors or symbols surrounding one of them.

"You told us to take care of her, Master," Susan raised an elegant eyebrow, casting an amused look at Tonks. "Now she's under our care."

Harry placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head. "You've really done it now. Goodness. I thought I'd have a bit more time."

He slowly approached Tonks and knelt in front of her. It was a position that seemed very inappropriate for a man of his obvious strength and stature.

"I'm truly sorry about this," he said with a smile. Tonks's voice was quiet. "So, will you let me go? It would be the worst thing in the world if you did."

He made a face. "Not the time for that, is it? You won't be harmed. But I have some matters to attend to, and honestly, my girls are right. You're useless. I need to keep you a secret."

"Aurors," she said, trying to help. "They'll look for me, and..."

It seemed like he thought she was still trying to leave. "You said you were here alone. That means you didn't report this. Did you?"

"Yes." Her eyes dropped.

Why was she so excited? So completely at his mercy, so open and honest.

"Thank you for telling the truth. Let me ask you one more thing. Would you like to watch my girls pleasure themselves while you're bound?"

No, no, no, no, this is wrong, wrong, wrong, I can't, I don't want to.

"Y-yes!" She nodded eagerly. "Very much. They're so... lovely. So enticing."

He smiled and planted a tender kiss on her forehead, an intimate gesture. Tonks couldn't contain the increasing heat in her body, couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips, couldn't stop craving his touch again. But Harry led his slaves to Tonks's position, exchanging long kisses with each of them. Jealousy burned in Tonks's chest. How she longed for what they had!

"Take turns, ladies. Be gentle with our helpless officer, but don't release her for just any reason. If she wants to come, help her. And take breaks when you need to. That's all. I want you all in perfect shape for tomorrow."

"Yes, Master," they said in unison. Their eyes turned lustful as they glanced at the bound Tonks. "Of course, Master."

Harry left with a big smile on his face.

Tracey, Daphne, and Susan dropped to their knees and crawled until they were in front of Tonks, needing gazes locked on her. Then they started undressing and adoring each other's bodies, getting closer and closer to Tonks's needy pussy.

Her first lesbian experience with so many people at once. When Susan - and of course, it had to be Susan, who had been sending little "fuck me" looks Tonks's way since she arrived - finally pulled down Tonks's panties and offered her loving, knowing tongue to Tonks's pussy, the redhead came almost immediately.

It was sensational. Her body quivered on the chair, every muscle tensing and then relaxing. A hot ball of pleasure moved from her toes to her forehead and back down until it settled in her core and bloomed like a flower. Her wetness on Susan's face was evident, and there were faint sounds of slurping and sliding as Tonks moaned in ecstasy.

The sensation didn't seem to end, and Tonks noticed after a while that it was because Susan had slipped her fingers inside her, gently pressing them upward to Tonks's g-spot. And she kept licking. But these were physical concerns in the physical world. Tonks was now operating in a world that could be called the world of pleasure. Every breath was an orgasm. Every heartbeat was bliss. Every neuron in her brain was a gentle lick from a delightful licker that had become her body.

Time lost its meaning. Her vision blurred. All she knew was blinding, white-hot pleasure. It consumed her entire being. Her voice grew hoarse from the effort of crying out her love for this sensation. Every muscle felt like liquid, her torso floating in the clouds, and the rest of her limbs with it.

Finally, the sensation receded, and Tonks looked down to see three gathered slaves with rather surprised expressions. God, she thought she would never return. She had been there for months, in that perfect, blissful place. "What did you do, Susan?" Tracey asked.

"I just... licked and touched her. For two seconds. Did you see."

Tonks moaned. She thought they had been working on her for at least a few days.

But now Susan smiled, lowering her head again. The other slaves crowded in, their mouths roaming over her breasts and neck. This final orgasm was just the beginning for Tonks, and the night was still young.

EVERYONE ARRIVED at Padma's house right on time. Carlos, her tall, dark-haired lover, even arrived a bit early. It was just adorable.

Padma knew she was a woman who inspired punctuality. Being late would be equivalent to offending her, and men always did everything not to offend her. It was a quality she had as a beautiful woman in a world full of men who valued beautiful women above all other material possessions, and it was a quality she took to heart and never considered obvious.

Of course, except for situations when it was genuinely amusing.

The men she had invited for dinner took their seats at the table. Perhaps they wondered why, since Padma had offered to cook dinner, there were no cooking smells wafting from the suspiciously clean kitchen.

Or maybe not. She suspected Harrington, with his flushed face and thinning hair, was a habitual alcoholic, and the wine was abundant. In the fifteen minutes of her presence, he had already downed three glasses. The remaining two, her lover Carlos and the banker Chandler, seemed too preoccupied with ogling Padma's ample bosom in her little dress to notice such trivialities as hunger in their stomachs.

Her dress was designed to be stared at. She was rather pleased that it was fulfilling its purpose. The charming deep red fabric clung tightly to her waist like a corset, the small fabric ribs pressed against her torso, pushing her ample breasts up and out. They were on full display, and if the sight of the dress wasn't enough to convince the men, her necklace was - a sparkling, shimmering piece that wound around her neck with long, delicate gold fingers resting on the twin mounds she so enthusiastically displayed. But not one part of her body was less remarkable - the high black heels on her feet, costing a few hundred dollars each, showcased her legs, accentuating their beautiful contours and enhancing the naturally high roundness of her generous young behind.

Chandler had already spilled some wine on himself as Padma leaned in to fill Carlos's glass. His eyes were fixed on her huge, cushiony breasts. It was possible, even likely, that she could get anything she wanted from these men with just her looks. But it would take a bit more time. And it certainly wouldn't be as amusing.

Yes, amusing. She knew what the watch was for. Bending wills. Erasing minds. The thought excited her greatly. All that control. No one would ever be able to say "no" to her or leave her out in the cold for days. No one would forget to feed her or force her into marathon drug-fueled dance sessions. No one would ever hurt her again. She pushed away thoughts of her parents and focused on the men standing before her.

Harrington looked a bit like her father, she noticed. Actually, they all looked like him - the same baldness around the forehead, the long jawline. In no way did he resemble Harry's straightforward, handsome face - and wasn't that why she got involved with him in the first place?

In any case, a cold, steely grip wrapped around her heart - it was for her own good. This would be victorious. Satisfied that she was mentally prepared to dive into will and mind destruction, she clapped her hands and placed her purse at the end of the table in front of her. In the purse was the watch.

"I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here."

The men nodded.

Carlos was a successful run architect in Europe. She met him - and convinced him that having an affair with her was a completely natural, wonderful thing to do - about six months ago. Their sexual sessions were rather dull, especially compared to the passion Harry brought to the table, but that wasn't the point. It was about him being wealthy and connected, and he was a means to further Padma's advancement.

Harrington was Padma's boss and the finest architect in Magic London. He was behind numerous buildings - or rather, his firm was, while Harrington steered the ship with a drunken iron grip. He had a naturally suspicious nature and fired anyone who displayed too much ambition, but not before tarnishing their reputation.

She had convinced Harrington to invite his friend, an investor named Chandler, to dinner as well. Chandler was an older gentleman with steel-gray hair, neatly parted on one side. His suit looked as if it cost as much as Padma’s entire house.

Padma reached into her purse and pulled out a watch, examining its engravings with a hint of curiosity before casting her gaze upon the gathered men.

She had promised Harrington that she had an exceptional business opportunity for all of them. And in a way, she wasn't lying. She had a business venture in which they could participate, but it would benefit only her.

"I'm sure you're all awaiting dinner. Perhaps even hungry. But you see, that's not my primary concern," she said with a broad smile, fiddling with her watch. "Carlos, you're a terrible lover. Mr. Harring, I believe you possess tremendous talent, but the way you run your office is simply abysmal. And I'll ensure you stop repeating 'smile, darling!' to me. As for you, Mr. Chandler," she sighed lightly, "you're here because you've amassed wealth through investment banking. So, I'm fairly certain you're not shocked when I say I have little sympathy for your hard work or the means by which you earned your money. People of your kind are ruining this country."

There was a collective grimace. Harrington even rose from his seat. Chandler laughed, as if it was some joke - he had probably heard it before - but there was undeniable hatred in his eyes. Carlos sat with his mouth agape, swaying in his chair.

"You said I was the best you've ever had?" Carlos stumbled over his words.

"None of that truly matters in light of my proposition," said Padma, disregarding Carlos. "I wanted to tell you that, at least once."

Harrington was livid. "If you think for a second we will entertain any proposal from you, then you are truly... What are you doing?"

She brandished the watch in front of them, activating its enchanting magic. A sparkling, eager light danced from it.

The jaws of all three men dropped. Harrington started drooling. His wine shifted sideways and then spilled onto the table, staining the tablecloth. She'd have to remind him to buy her a replacement.

Padma's pulse raced. It worked. It truly worked. She had her doubts and thought maybe there was some additional, secret trick involved. But no - it did the trick.

"Now," she said with a smile, "all of you will listen intently to what I have to say. After all, listening to beautiful women is essential. And of course, I'm the most beautiful woman in the world. Right?"

"Yes..."

"Say it. All of you. Declare that I am the most beautiful woman in the world."

"You are the most beautiful woman in the world, Padma."

Her heart raced with excitement. Every fiber of her being felt as though it slid onto some cosmic wire, the universe's energy humming in each of her atoms. Control. She was in control. Perfect, complete, unquestioned control, for the first time in her life.

"Very well, boys. You all are such good boys for Mistress, aren't you?" "Yes, Mistress."

Her hand wandered down, and she started to touch herself gently. "Wonderful. Truly wonderful. Now, I want all of you to listen very closely..."