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"Payup?" Harry chuckled. "Do you think I'm rich or something?"
She placed her hand on her perfect hip. "I don't give a damn if you're rich or not. I want money. I'm expensive. I deserve things. Look at me."
Harry did as she asked. Against his will, he became aroused. He ran his hand down one side, his fingers gliding up her narrowing waist. Her stomach was completely flat and toned.
"Look at how damn hot I am. Do you think it's easy to maintain all this?" She giggled again, her perfect young breasts bouncing with the sound. "Well, for me, it actually is. But I want more. I always will. And you'll help me get it, or I'll ruin your life."
Harry felt overwhelmed. "I... I just can't..."
She smiled and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her expression was sympathetic, as if she were talking to a dog that couldn't quite understand it had to play dead.
"Face it now. Losers like you love being used by hot girls like me. Do you think you're the first guy I've blackmailed? Give me a break."
Harry couldn't help but agree with her a little. Her closeness was intoxicating, almost as intoxicating as the power he felt over Irma just moments ago. Her eyes, so blue! Her lips, so soft! Her hair, so long and incredibly fragrant! His thumb began to stroke the back of his neck. He felt like purring.
Although he would gladly strip her of her will if his book worked, a sick sense of guilt washed over him as he pulled out his wallet and handed her all the money inside.
Daphne slid off him and glanced at the modest stack, clearly unimpressed.
"Thirty Galleons? Is that all?"
Harry thought that was quite a lot, actually.
"I thought that was quite a lot, actually," he said. "It was my birthday money."
"Doesn't matter." She tucked it into her bra. "Bet you'll double it next time I ask."
"When will that be?"
She tossed back her impressive length of ebony hair. "Tomorrow, maybe? The next day? Whenever I feel like it, really. You're in my hands now, dweeb. So keep some cash on you."
"Yes," he said, stumbling back, unsure of what exactly to do. "Yes, okay."
She smiled cheerfully. "Great! Well, I'm going to go do whatever I want now and probably blow all your money on some makeup or maybe some shoes? Haven't decided. Anyway, tell Miss Pince that if she doesn't sign me off on the whole ban thing, I'll fire her." She giggled again and did a little self-satisfied hop. "Okay, bye!"
With her long and slender legs, she bounced off the library, humming to herself about her conquest. Harry leaned against the railing, resting his hand on his head.
What the hell had he gotten himself into? And why did every part of that entire exchange turn him on so damn much?
From behind the nearly empty library, he could hear moans and soft, indistinct whispers. Was Irma playing around somewhere?
He spotted the gorgeous librarian kneeling in the history section, two tall bookshelves framing her seductive feline form. But what was truly interesting was the fact that Tracey stood in front of Irma.
He had forgotten about Tracey.
Long-legged Tracey. Busty Tracey. Brunette Tracey. Beautiful, beautiful, busty brunette Tracey, who now looked like a beautiful empty brunette Tracey. That was exactly how her face appeared—completely empty. Her eyes filled with faint streaks, her expression hungry for more information to be thrown at her.
Harry felt like he had a cock full of very brilliant information to deliver. A bookmark dangled from the book in Irma's hands.
Irma licked her lips and fingered herself, observing Tracey's indoctrination.
"Welcome, Master," Irma moaned, her voice husky and throaty. "While you were talking to the Muggles, Master, I took it upon myself to enchant Tracey for you. Now she will be your Traceyslave, just as I am your Irmaslave. I hope that was acceptable?"
Muggles. That's how Irma must have seen everyone who didn't worship him as she did. It was hot.
Harry leaned in and kissed Irma. At first, she seemed surprised, a bit rigid, but she quickly melted in his arms. Her hunger was fierce and primal, her tongue searching his mouth with almost sloppy wildness.
"You did very well, Irma," Harry said in a hungry voice. "You're a good slave."
Irma moaned in a sudden orgasm. Harry never thought he would grow tired of seeing that kind of reaction to his words.
"You too, Tracey. You're a very good slave." Tracey moaned, but it was clear she didn't experience an orgasm. The words seemed to affect her, still, as if she had just eaten a rather amazing piece of toffee while taking a bath at exactly the right temperature. She licked her lips and took in a long, trembling breath. He noticed the streaks in her eyes were not as strong and full as Irma's.
Irma, nodding her head, seemed to acknowledge that he noticed. "I'm afraid she won't be as good of a slave as I am, Master. At least not at first."
"Why is that?"
"A few reasons. First, she didn't have a full charge of the spell like I did." She stroked Tracey's hair, doting like a mother. "But I think the more pressing issue is that she didn't want it as much as I did. She will require repeated sessions with the book."
"You wanted to be enchanted by me?" Harry asked, incredulous.
"I always wanted to be completely dominated. It was my deepest-held fantasy. My cool and steel exterior was a way to ensure that the only kind of man who would get close to me was one who thought he was good enough to fuck and possess a strong woman. I didn't have any particular feelings towards you, especially—though of course now I realize what a tremendous mistake that was. You're the perfect Master, everything I ever wanted. I adore you completely. I should have been begging for you to impregnate me. Begging to be the carrier of your holy seed in every inch of me."
Impregnate her.
That thought was electric. He could do it, he realized suddenly. He had never considered such a thing before, but it heated him up like hell. Changing her body in that way. Owning her so completely.
"You know... I jerked off quite a lot, thinking about you. Fucking you. Holding you. Breaking your will under my power. Before all of this."
Another long, throaty moan from Irma filled the library.
"It's so wonderful to hear, Master. I long for all those dreams to come true for you. If you wish, I would be happy to volunteer to be enchanted again, so you can do it intentionally. It's just amazing how you've sucked out all those feelings of independence that I despised."
"A...And Tracey? What about her will?"
"Some futile, foolish pockets of independence still exist within her. You'll fuck them out of her, I'm sure. Your cock is so marvelous. It will reveal the truth and the way, and her will must erode over time. There's no other option before your power, before the might of your cock, the omnipotence of your seed..."
She was increasingly worked up as she spoke, openly fingering her cunt even as she held the book. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He kicked off his pants, sending them flying, and began stroking his cock.
"Please, Sir, let me?" Irma smiled, pushing his hand away to stroke him with the hand she had been using on herself. "Or even better, let her? It will strengthen and intensify her induction if she pleases you while it happens."
Harry nodded. "Yes." He snapped his fingers. "Give her the book. Tracey? Hold the book. Keep looking at the bookmark."
Tracey complied. Her eyes grew even more completely large, the sexy streaks Irma sported shifting and merging into total submission. He loved that look on her. He turned to Irma, caressing her beautiful cheekbones.
"Suck my balls while she strokes me off, doll." Irma complied eagerly, her mouth immediately attaching to his large testicles, sucking and adoring them with fervor. Harry shivered, his cock growing harder.
"Tracey," he said. "Can you hear me?"
She mewed wordlessly in response.
"Tracey, stroke my cock."
Automatically, Tracey obeyed. Her mouth hung slightly open, saliva beginning to drip. She drooled for him. For this. He loved it.
"Do you like it, Tracey? Do you like stroking my cock?" For a moment, he thought she wouldn't respond. But then her voice escaped, soft and slow.
"OldTracey hates it..." said the sexy brunette in her soft, girlish voice, "but SlaveTracey loves it. SlaveTracey thanks you so much for allowing her to stroke you, Master!"
"You're welcome, SlaveTracey."
He thrust his cock into her face, moving up and down her chin as she continued stroking.
"OldTracey is in hiding, trying to find a safe place in the corridors of her mind. Her Occlumency studies protect her. I want to get rid of her, Master. I don't like her. She thinks you're wrong. But I know you're right. So right..."
"That's true. We'll get rid of OldTracey..." He began thrusting his hips into her hand, now slick with his streaming precum. Irma continued moaning and fingering her pussy as she licked his balls.
"Yes!"
"Only SlaveTracey will remain." "Yes! Please! Master, please!"
Tracey continued to openly gaze at the bookmark, sucking in every rune. Harry felt his excitement grow as he thought about each of her words and their occupation of hundreds, if not thousands of years in her brain. "Fuck my independence! Make me yours! Make me yours, Master, please!"
"I'm gonna cum..." he moaned. "I'm gonna cum right in your hot face, oh god..."
She turned to him, her runic eyes glowing. "Yes, do it now! Do it now while OldTracey is in hiding! Spray her off me, Sir! Cleanse me!"
He trembled, ejaculating once again. He didn't think he had that much cum in him after the massive load he gave Irma, but he did, and it was quite a sight. He sprayed Tracey's beautiful face, her runic eyes blinking alternately as his cum dripped onto her lips and cheeks. Irma slid off his balls, and he gave her a few choice spurts, one straight into her mouth and several others sliding down her throat and hot breasts.
He held the heads of his new slaves against his cock, and they automatically began kissing and cleaning. It was so perfect. Everything he had ever desired. Almost.
Once he would have thought that two completely wonderful slaves would be enough for any man. But Harry couldn't resist the feeling that this was just the beginning. After all, there was still Daphne to take. And he knew he wouldn't be satisfied, truly, until she was on her knees before him, begging to be stripped of her own will again and again.
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