And here's chapter two...
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Nymph in servitude [R/NC-17]
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: Hawk's response to the CJ Cold Tonks Slave Challenge on the PP3 group. Released in celebration of TFF's 1000th member!
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*** Previously, on 'Nymph in servitude' ***
The two of them picked themselves off the ground and quickly went outside, were they were met up with a goblin who took them straight to the small conference room where the will would be read without passing the main hall of Gringotts.
Which was lucky as Mundungus Fletcher and Severus Snape were standing just inside the main doors of Gringotts, keeping an eye out for one Harry Potter whom couldn't be allowed to be present at the reading, by orders of one Albus Dumbledore. Albus was reasonably sure that there was no way Harry could have heard about it, but Dumbledore was done taking chances in matters concerning Harry.
Or so he'd thought.
He'd managed to get his hands on copies for the summons for the reading of Sirius will and swiftly dealt with all possible interferences. Remus had been sent on a mission to Hungaria, so the werewolf sent his lawyer to attend the reading in his stead. Andromeda had been told that Nymphadora had duties for the Order, so she wouldn't be able to come along and there was thus not even a need to ask her. He'd also covertly added a little secrecy spell when he met the elder Tonks woman for tea a day before the summons were sent out, so she wouldn't be able to discuss it with her daughter.
He'd asked Molly and Arthur to keep it a secret from their children, explaining that he was concerned that they would discuss it with Harry in their letters and thus unnecessarily upset the boy by reminding him of Sirius. Harry wouldn't be speaking with the Malfoys or the Lestranges, so there had been no need to do anything there. The only others summoned to the reading, were old friends and associates of Sirius, so there wasn't necessary to take measures concerning them either.
So as the headmaster of Hogwarts leaned back in his seat and picked up a steaming cup of tea from his desk, he felt justified in allowing himself to relax, safe in the knowledge that there was no way Harry would be attending the reading and even if he'd somehow managed to find out about it, Mundungus and Severus would be there to bring him back to Privet Drive before the reading were to take place.
Again, or so he thought.
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Chapter Two:
"Well, it seems like everybody who's supposed to be here are. As well as one curious addition." the goblin sitting at the head of the table in the conference room said, once Harry and Tonks had seated themselves. "Who are you?" he asked with a pointed look at Tonks.
"Nymphadora Tonks." she replied with a wry expression as she gave her given name.
"She's with me." Harry added and the goblin slowly nodded.
"Very well then." he agreed and climbed up from his chair to stand on the table itself so everybody could see him. "My name is Fistfang and I am a barrister in the employ of Gringotts Wizarding Bank. I handled Mr Blacks affairs from the time he left his family, up until the day he died." the goblin announced. "Before we proceed, Mr Black requested that I ensure something. Mr Potter, have you received the box Mr Black left for you? Records show that Manager Riptooth took it out of storage and handed it to you."
"Yes." Harry replied.
"Have you used the contents of it?" Fistfang asked.
"Yes." Harry replied again, to which Fistfang nodded.
"Excellent. Then we may proceed." he announced and climbed off the table, seating himself once again in the chair.
"What was in the box?" Tonks asked, but there wasn't time for an answer before Fistfang started speaking.
"Mr BlackÆs most recent will was given to us in the form of a Pensieve. I assume that everybody here is familiar with the use of one?" Fistfang asked and the room collectively nodded. "If I may direct your attention to the furrow in the table, you may treat that as a regular Pensieve." he instructed and pulled out a flagon from a pocket in his suit jacket, then poured the contents of it into a furrow that ran all the way around the table. Harry soon saw as the familiar looking liquid rushed passed him and Tonks, heading all the way around the table. "You may proceed." Fistfang told the room and everybody did as instructed, soon finding themselves in one of Sirius memories.
Harry recognized Sirius room at number twelve and shed a few tears as he observed Sirius walking around the room, casting a wide array of privacy and secrecy charms, before he seated himself on his bed. He reached down to the floor and picked up a bottle of Butterbeer from it. He sipped silently from it for a few moments, before he spoke up.
"I Sirius Orion Black, being in a debatably sane and coherent state of mind, hereby give my last will and testament.
Remus, you old wolf. I leave you with a hundred thousand Galleons from the Black Vault. Use it well. From my personal belongings, you also get all the artwork and the contents of the red chest. Fistfang will also contact you in private later, with some personal requests from me to you. Have a good life, Moony.
Andromeda, dearest cousin of mine. You also get a hundred thousand Galleons from the Black Vault and your pick of the jewellery within it. The blue photo album from my personal vault is also yours, look at it and remember me fondly. I certainly always recalled you with plenty of it. Have a good life, sweetheart.
Narcissa, silliest cousin of mine. As I am required to give you something from the Black Vault, I leave you with one Galleon, one Sickle and one Knut. I suggest using it to pay someone to remove the stick from your ass you seem to have shoved up there ever since marrying that bastard you call husband. From my personal vault, you get the green sketch book which I once stole from you. I now return it and offer my sincere compliments. You had a talent and it's a shame that you didn't put it to use. I hope that you live the life you deserve, what you deserve is up to you and your actions from now on.
Bellatrix, stupidest cousin of mine. Once again, I'm required to leave someone with something and I will. You get the blue chest from the Black Vault. It contains toys from when we were children and I leave them with the hope that you will remember the person you were at that time. I hope that you too live the life you deserve and once again, what sort of life you deserve will be up to you and your actions from this point on.
Willie, dear old friend. You helped me get a job when I got out of school, was a good friend to me over the years and was even kind enough to visit me in jail after I was thrown into that hellhole. Cheers mate. I leave you with fifty thousand Galleons from the Black Vault.
Stephen, you old rascal. When I needed you, you really came through. I know that you put your line on the job, doing what you did for me. I said that I wouldn't forget it and I haven't. I leave you with fifty thousand Galleons from the Black Vault." Sirius said, then drained the rest of his Butterbeer, tossing that into a bin in one corner of the room.
He got up and started pacing the room, pulling out his wand and checking the privacy and secrecy spells he'd cast earlier. He fetched another Butterbeer from a cabinet against one wall, then seated himself on the bed again.
"Finally we come to my son, Harry." he said and gulped down some more Butterbeer. "You'll get the rest of it, from both the Black and my personal vault. Since this version of the will is being read, you must have taken the potion I left you, for which I'm glad. I've always loved you like a son and now, you are. The potion in question was a Family Binding Potion, which bound you to the Black family in general and me in particular, making you my son in the eyes of the law. So venture forth, Lord Harry James Potter-Black. Enjoy life to the fullest and raise some hell for me." Sirius stated with a wry smile, then drained the rest of his Butterbeer, before he started talking again.
"I also leave you with some personal requests, but Fistfang will take care of that for me later. Those are for your ears only. If Albus Dumbledore has somehow managed to take part in this reading, know that they're charmed for Harry only and that unpleasant things will happen if anyone not of my blood even so much as touches them." Sirius said and raised the empty bottle into the air in front of him. "Cheers everybody. Sirius Orion Black, signing off." he said and a few seconds after that, the memory ended and they all found themselves back in the conference room.
Narcissa Malfoy looked displeased and oddly absentminded as she stormed out of the room, followed by a lawyer representing Bellatrix. Harry was disappointed to find that Remus had sent a lawyer as well, so he couldn't say hi to his old teacher. Willie stayed behind and introduced himself, talking with Harry for a bit. He turned out to be a former Auror, who had quit his job in order to become a freelance curse breaker. He'd been one of Sirius few friends during Hogwarts.
Stephen hung around as well, revealing that he worked in the Ministry of Transportation and had helped Sirius escape from the country when he'd escaped from Azkaban. To say that he and Sirius were friends in Hogwarts was perhaps a strong word, but they had known each other and been partners in Herbology. Stephen was a Hufflepuff and the famed loyalty of the house ran true in him. He'd never believed that Sirius was guilty and had thus helped him evade the authorities and country both, when Sirius approached him.
The final one to speak to him was Andromeda and she just stared silently at him for nearly a full minute with a piercing gaze, until she finally put her right hand on top of Harry's chest, right over his heart.
"Nymphadora has told me of your attempts to secure her freedom and the lengths you've gone through to do so. I am forever indebted to you for that, but I still have a request for you which I hope you'll grant." she said and swallowed nervously. "Treat my daughter well, Lord Potter-Black." she pleaded and Harry blinked in surprise.
"Of course I will. She's my friend after all. There's no way I wouldn't treat her anything but..." he started, then fell silent and looked back over his shoulder at Tonks, who was still seated at the table, staring woodenly forward at the wall in front of her. His eyes bulged out of their sockets and he turned back to Andromeda as realization struck. "Lord Potter-Black! I'm... He's not... I'm... She's... I..." he stuttered.
"Yes. You're the next Lord Black. Our family's debt is to you." Andromeda confirmed. "Come tomorrow, she'll be yours for the rest of her life."
"Oh Merlin..." Harry squeaked, then fainted and would have slumped to the ground, if Andromeda hadn't acted quickly and hugged him against her in an upright position.
"Oh dear..." she sighed as she observed the unconscious young man in her arms and her near-comatose daughter at the table.
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"Oh Merlin..." Harry groaned as he returned to consciousness and instantly recalled the circumstances he now found himself in. His eyes instantly opened and he sat up, finding that he was back in his bed at the Dursley's. For a few moments, he almost dared to hope that it'd all been some horrifying and yet oddly intriguing dream, but then he saw Tonks sitting against the wall, lost in her own thoughts to such a degree that she hadn't even noticed that he'd woken up. "Tonks?" Harry carefully called after a few moments to regain his wits.
"Yeah..." she absently responded, then seemed to shake herself out of her funk. "Oh, Harry. You're awake!" she called and instantly bounced up onto her feet, then promptly fell over flat onto her face. "Owie..." she whimpered, then more slowly got back onto her feet. "That hurt..." she muttered and gently rubbed her face and left shoulder. "Are you all right?" she wondered.
"Are you?" Harry countered with a concerned expression.
"Yeah, no worries. I'm used to it." she replied with a sheepish grin.
"No, not that. ... Well, that too! But..." Harry replied.
"Oh, yeah... That..." Tonks replied and looked away from him, staring around the room for a few moments before she returned her gaze to Harry. "Yeah, I am. Somewhat. Almost." she replied and chuckled. "To tell the truth, I'm actually sort of relieved. The rest of it hasn't really had time to sink in yet. At the moment, I'm just grateful that it wasn't Draco who became the new Lord Black." she said with a faint shudder.
"Grateful! Tonks! You'll be my slave unless we come up with some way out of this!" Harry protested.
"Harry, until the reading, I was expecting to have to be at Draco's beck and call for the rest of my life. Trust me, I'm grateful." Tonks firmly reminded him and then took a deep breath. "You remember my oath? That I'd do anything to repay you? Well, this is it. I now have a way to repay you and unless I'm willing to loose my magic, which I'm not, I'll have to take it."
"But... You could repay me with your old Auror training books or something, not like this!" Harry protested.
"Harry, I keep telling you. It's okay." Tonks insisted. "Draco would have treated me like crap, ordered me to take the Dark Mark, forced the secrets of the Order out of me unless I'd been Obliviated of them beforehand, humiliating me by doing menial labour and very likely used me as his very own complete set of very realistic blow-up dolls." she said and quickly changed shape, assuming the form of Hermione, Ginny, Lavender, Padma, Parvati, Cho and Fleur before she assumed her regular pink-haired heart-faced appearance that she seemed to prefer most of the time.
"Oh, god. That's a nasty and disgusting image." Harry mumbled, trying to keep the contents of his stomach down as he unwillingly had to see a series of mental images of Draco doing the horizontal mambo with each of the girls Tonks had morphed into.
"I agree." Tonks said with a faint smile. "Even if we don't manage to raise the money in time, a lifetime of servitude to you is like a paradise on earth in comparison." she assured him and walked over to the bed, seating herself next to him. She smiled a small but honest smile and reached out to caress his cheek with her right hand. "I trust and like you already, Harry. After what you've tried to do for me during this week, I'd likely do almost whatever you'd ask of me anyway and I don't think you'd actually ask for anything I wouldn't be willing to do. All that will be different after tomorrow when I've donned the collar, bracelets and anklets is that I'll enjoy doing it more then I otherwise would."
"What?" Harry asked.
"I told you about the collar, bracelets and anklets before, didn't I? I'm not surprised that you don't know what they do. Not many do, as it's an outdated practise and one that hasn't ever been widely practised. When I first found out about the consequences, I looked through four libraries without finding anything about it. I had to specially order a book through Flourish & Botts to find out what they were about." she replied and folded her hands in her lap, causing Harry to feel oddly bereft as her hand was removed from his cheek.
"It's a set of controls, binding the wearer to the targets will." she started with a far-away expression on her face as she talked about it. "The collar is tool for punishing disobedient or disloyal behaviour. If I were to insult, humiliate, hit, hex or otherwise attack you, either physically, mentally or emotionally, I'll feel pain. It'll also cause pain if I try to lie or refuse to answer a question from you. It also causes discomfort that will eventually turn into pain if I were to refuse to obey one of your orders or requests. At first, it's merely discomfort, but the longer period of time that passes, the worse it'll get until it either kills me or I go through with whatever you asked." she explained, causing Harry to stare at her with an absolutely horrified expression.
"The bracelets reward obedience and loyalty in the wearer. They'll make me feel a burst of pleasure whenever I obey an order or receive praise from you. They also allow you to reward me, you could use them to make my day simply by ordering it." she said with a faint smile, then blushed furiously as she got to the last part of the control system. "The anklets, uh, they... Uhm... They're mainly to 'deepen and enhance service and devotion'. It allows me to feel your sexual pleasure myself, meaning that if I were to... Uhm... Eh... Makeyoufeelgood, I'd feel the same amount of pleasure." she hastily explained, still with a furious blush. "They also allow me to sense and share in whatever else you're feeling at any given time. If you're pleased, I'll feel good. If you're upset, I'll be discomforted. Ensuring that it's in my best interest to keep you happy and satisfied." she finished, then tilted her head as she looked at Harry.
"Harry, are you all right?" she asked with a worried expression.
"I haven't fainted yet?" Harry weakly asked, feeling slightly disconnected from reality at the moment. "Merlins beard, who came up with those filthy things and how do we go about getting rid of them forever?"
"When they were first put to use is unclear. We do know that the earliest record of magical control devices like there, are from ancient Egypt, several hundred years BC." Tonks replied and took a deep breath. "And once I put them on, there's no taking them off for as long as I live. They'll use both my and your blood during the creation process. Mine to create Blood Wards binding them to my body, essentially making them a necessary and integral part of me. They'll change along with the wearer, becoming parts of any morph I do or Animagus transformation somebody else who wore similar things might go through. Your blood, to bind me to your service." she explained.
"And if I don't give my blood?" Harry asked.
"Then the contract will be broken and I'll loose my magic." Tonks simply replied.
"How can you be so calm about this?!" Harry demanded to know.
"I'm still in shock." she replied with a faint smile. "Besides, like I said, I had expected to be bound to Draco using those things. Imagine my relief when I found out that I'd be bound to you instead. Draco may be my cousin and all, but I wouldn't trust him to keep a pet dog right'n proper and I certainly wouldn't trust him to treat me kindly."
"But... I could force you to do anything with you wearing those nasty things!" Harry exclaimed. "How can you trust me with that sort of power over you?"
"Because you're a good man, Harry Potter." Tonks simply replied. "I can't imagine you ordering me to do something wrong."
"But... I'm a hormonal teenager!" he protested, something he usually wouldn't have mentioned. But what with Tonks being so calm about it, he sort of wished that she'd become more upset about it and did his best to make her so. "What if... What if I..." he stuttered.
"Ordered me to have sex with you?" she asked with a kind expression and assumed a thoughtful look for a few moments, looking him over. "Like I said, I don't think that you'd actually do that." she finally replied. "But if you did... Well, like I said. I'd do nearly anything you'd ask of me anyway even without the collar, bracelets and anklets. All that'll change in that department, is that the bracelets and anklets will ensure that I'll enjoy doing so."
"Tonks!" Harry protested.
"Easy there, Harry. I don't want you to pop a vein." Tonks gently rebuked him. "Consider this, Harry. You are as you say, a hormonal teenager. I assume you get urges from time to time. ... Actually, I'm pretty darn sure that you get urges from time to time. I certainly did at that age anyway, still do as a matter of fact." she said with a faint blush, though it was nothing compared to the one Harry was sporting at the moment. "Anyway, judging from the lack of female company here and the fact that owls aren't whizzing back'n forth out of your bedroom window more often and those that do, are owls that I recognize, I'm guessing that you don't have a girlfriend at the moment. Am I right?"
"Yeah..." Harry muttered.
"So, you get urges and likely deal with them on your own. When I put on my slave gear, I'll be aware of it." she said and Harry blanched, the colour of his skin turning from furiously flushed to near-white paleness. "If you refrain from 'satisfying' them, you'll be discomforted and so will I. If you satisfy them, you'll feel good and so will I." she explained then smirked, though she still blushed as she did so. "If I satisfy them, you'll feel good and I'll feel even better. If you *order* me to satisfy them, you'll feel good and I'll feel even better then if I satisfied them by my own decision."
"Oh god..." Harry groaned. "You're awful, Tonks."
"Well, I've had a lot more time to think about this then you." she admitted. "I must also admit, like I said before, that I'm still so relieved by the fact that I'll be your servant instead of Dracos that I'm probably not looking hard enough at the negative bits just yet." she revealed and got a far-away expression on her face. "By tomorrow, it'll all be over, one way or the other." she said and smiled.
"I'll send another letter to the Malfoys and Notts, Tonks. I'll make this right, you'll see." Harry announced.
"Thanks, Harry. What you're trying to do means a lot to me." Tonks said. "Which is why I'm so certain that I'll be okay, even if you fail." she said and put both her hands down beside his hips, leaned forward and kissed him again.
Not on the cheek this time, though.
This time, it was lip to lip.
Closed-mouthed, but still right on the lips.
"I have to go, Harry. Got some business to take care of." she said as she pulled back, then Apparated away with a faint popping noise.
"Ruddy bloody hell..." Harry muttered as he licked his lips, then got up and headed for the desk, his mind intent on writing those two additional letters.
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When Harry still hadn't received answers from either the Malfoys or the Notts, he resigned himself to the fact that the day would most likely wind up with him having a friend serving him for life. For a few moments, he actually considered taking the easy way out by removing 'life' from the equation. But considering the prophecy, he wasn't even sure if it was possible for him to kill himself.
But other then the fact that it was the easy way out, it was also the cowardÆs way out and no matter what else he was, Harry Potter certainly didn't think of himself as a coward, so that idea was scrapped pretty much instantly.
That was the reason why he greeted the arrival of Tonks, Andromeda and the goblin Fistfang with a sort of resigned terseness as the three of them Apparated into his bedroom a quarter to twelve, fifteen minutes before the debt would have to be paid in full.
"No luck." was all he said, tiredly rubbing his temples. "I still haven't gotten an answer from either family." Harry greeted them instead of saying 'hello'.
"Well, even if you had or they reply within the minute, it'd still take quite a while for the funds to be moved over to your vault." Fistfang replied. "I'm afraid that your time is up, so I am here to produce the control system. I have already received the blood of Nymphadora Tonks. I will now require your blood as well, Mr Potter-Black." he said and put a attachÚ case onto Harry's desk, opening it up and withdrawing what looked like an empty potion vial with a black suction cup attached to the opening of it. "Put this against your bare skin." he instructed and handed Harry the vial.
"There's fifteen minutes left." Harry protested and looked at Fistfang. "Can't Gringotts give me a loan until my birthday? I'd be able to pay back then. It's less then a month!"
"I am sorry, Mr Potter-Black. It's against Gringotts statues to lend more then fifty thousand Galleons." Fistfang replied. "Besides, the administration for such would take nearly a full day. There's just not enough time remaining before the deadline."
Harry sighed and took the vial, making a grim face as he placed the suction cup against his left arm, expecting it to be painful. But it appeared as if the weird suction cup had been enchanted with a painless spell of some sort, because the vial quickly filled up with Harry feeling only the mildest of itches as it did so. He removed it and looked at the vial for a couple of seconds, before he handed it back to Fistfang with a morose sigh.
The goblin nodded to himself, then moved over to the attachÚ case, putting the vial down into a form-fitting slot next to another one with an already filled vial. He murmured a few words in his own language and the gathered humans stared as the vials emptied of blood. Also inside the case, was a black velvet choker decorated with the Potter and Black crests and two silver bracelets also with the Potter and Black crests. Inside the chocker, rested silver anklets, also with the two crests on them. All these items slowly started to glow as Fistfang kept on muttering in the goblins harsh and guttural language.
When he finished with a loud shout of 'Raggamushil!', the glow slowly faded away.
Fistfang carefully inspected all five items with a small magnifying glass, with a rosy-hued glass. Everything was apparently to his satisfaction, as he put the glass away and extracted collar, bracelets and anklets, presenting them to Tonks with a stoic expression.
She bowed formally as she accepted them, then turned to face Harry, holding them out to him after she'd gotten down onto her knees and lowered her face in a gesture of supplication.
"Lord and Master, your servant Nymphadora Druella Tonks awaits your binding." Tonks announced.
"Take the collar, raise her head and put it on her, while saying 'With this collar, I bind you to my service.'." Andromeda stage-whispered to Harry.
"Can't I refuse?" he whispered right back.
"Only if you wish to rob me and my family of our magic for all eternity. Go on!" Andromeda whispered right back. "'With this collar, I bind you to my service.', quickly." she repeated. Harry swallowed nervously, then took the collar from Tonks outstretched hands. He put his left hand underneath her jaw and gently raised her head.
"With this collar, I bind you to my service." he managed to croak out as he put it around her neck. Once it was in place, it flashed a bright red and tightened itself around her neck.
"The bracelets next. 'With these bracelets, I bind your loyalty to me.' as you put them on." Andromeda hinted.
"With these bracelets, I bind your loyalty to me." Harry intoned as he put the bracelets onto her wrists, where they too flashed a bright red as they shrunk until they were securely in place.
"'With these anklets, I bind your devotion to me.', right one first, left one last." Andromeda murmured and Harry bent down behind Tonks to do as instructed.
"With these anklets, I bind your devotion to me." he said as he fastened the left one and stood up again. After a quick wave from Andromeda, he walked around and turned to face Tonks.
"'You are now bound to my service, from now until the end of days.', then kiss her forehead." Andromeda whispered her final instruction.
"You are now bound to my service, from now until the end of days." Harry parroted, then bent over and kissed Tonks forehead.
"Lord and Master, your servant is bound to your service. From now until the end of days. So mote it be." Tonks announced.
"So mote it be!" Harry exclaimed after a nudge from Andromeda, once it became clear that he either didn't know the traditional response or was too dazed to make it.
"Take her left hand with your right and help her up, saying 'Arise, bound servant of mine. Serve me well, from now until the end of days.'." Andromeda prompted and Harry blushed as he took Tonks hand in his.
"Arise, bound servant of mine. Serve me well, from now until the end of days." he instructed her and as Tonks was assisted to her feet, she gasped in surprised pleasure as she was rewarded for obeying her first order, feeling a pleasant warmth spread from the bracelets throughout her entire body.
"Your bound servant has risen as commanded to. I will serve my Lord and Master well, from now until the end of days." Tonks replied and bowed deeply.
"The deal is made, the contract is completed. All is well. So mote it be." Fistfang announced and with a bright yellow flash, the contract he'd pulled out during the binding vanished into thin air.
And with that, Nymphadora Druella Tonks ceased to be a free woman and instead became the personal property of Lord Harry James Potter-Black, from now until the end of days.
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"You're feeling guilty, Harry. Please don't." Tonks requested once Fistfang and Andromeda had departed and left the two of them alone. Fistfang promising to return on Harry's birthday to finalize everything regarding his inheritance and whatever else he wanted done once he became of age, as Harry had decided to keep him on a retainer for whatever business might crop up. Andromeda had once again requested that he treat her daughter well, extended a permanent invitation to visit the Tonks' whenever the mood struck him and wished him well, talked in private with her daughter for a few minutes and then left.
"I'll try, Tonks." he promised and tilted his head as he looked at her. "How does it feel? To sense what I'm feeling, I mean." he asked.
"Rather odd, I must say." she replied. "I can still feel whatever I am feeling, but at the same time, there's some sort of overlap, allowing me to sense what you're feeling at the same time."
"What are *you* feeling right now, Tonks?" he asked and she made a wry expression.
"I had hoped that you wouldn't ask me that." she replied and sighed, then quickly went on before the collar had a chance to decide that she was trying to avoid giving her Lord an answer. "Lots of things, to be honest. Because you're feeling guilty, I feel... I guess restless and slightly worried is pretty accurate a description. It's not too bad yet, but the discomfort will no doubt increase the longer you're feeling down. I'm slightly disappointed, because I was nursing a faint hope that I wouldn't have to wear these things all the way up until the binding started. There's a bit of worry of my own, wondering how my friends and associates will deal with the fact that I'm bound to you now. A hint of fear, concern that I may have misjudged you in some way and you'll turn up to be a harsh and cruel Master." she admitted and felt how the Harry-induced discomfort increased quite a bit as his mood took a turn for the worse for every word she said.
She was glad that he'd said 'right now', as she wouldn't want to clue him in to the fact that he was actually making her feel worse now. He had enough guilt and stress as it was, she didn't need to add on to it by telling him that he was hurting her simply by being himself, feeling guilty and sad for her.
"I'm also still feeling glad, almost joyous, because I wound up bound to you instead of Draco. I'm feeling somewhat awed by the connection between the two of us, almost marvelling over what it allows me to feel. Concern, for you and how you're taking this whole thing. Anxiety and fretting, because I'm worried that you'll never get over the guilt your feeling. Relief, because you went through with this and accepted me. If you hadn't, me and my entire family would have turned into squibs and never again would there be a wizard or witch from our family. Some eagerness and impatience, wondering when you'll give me your next order, because obeying the first one felt really good. Some anxiety and worry, suspecting that you'll never give me another order." she finished.
"All that? Wow." Harry said and Tonks nodded in response. "I'm sorry about all this Tonks, trust me, I am. I really wanted to somehow get you out of this."
"I know. I can feel it." she simply replied.
"And I don't want you to worry, Tonks. I promise that I won't turn out the way you fear, becoming cruel and harsh." he swore and she nodded.
"I know that, Harry. It's just one of those irrational fears that just won't go away, even though I know in my head that you won't turn out that way." she agreed.
"Druella?" he suddenly asked and Tonks groaned, burying her face in her hands.
"Hecate's nipples! I'd hoped that you'd forgotten about that!" she complained.
"No way I could forget about that. Nymphadora Druella Tonks?" he asked and shook his head. "How pissed were your parents when they named you?"
"Well, I don't know about pops, but mom doesn't drink." she replied. "Personally, I think they're just sadistic and wanted to ensure that there would always be at least one good reason for people to tease their only daughter throughout her entire life, just in case there wouldn't be other reasons. What with me being so clumsy and a Metamorph, they needn't have been concerned about that." she snorted.
"Nymphadora Druella Tonks." Harry repeated and shook his head.
"My motherÆs mother was named Druella. But I suggest that you keep both my entire first and my middle name to yourself, unless you want to be on the receiving end of something very unpleasant. I know quite a few *very* painful spells." she warned him, in spite of the sudden pain the collar inflicted upon her as she threatened her Master.
"I'll try." he chuckled and shook his head again.
"Well, at least youÆre feeling somewhat better now. Glad I could give you something to laugh about, even if it was my name." she replied with an indignant expression, pouting and looking away.
Only to suddenly look back at Harry with a surprised expression as she received a burst of emotions from him. She blinked as he just as suddenly averted his gaze from her.
"You were just attracted to me!" she stated, then tilted her head as she considered that. "No, that's not it. Not quite. It was more... More... Almost like... That odd sense of amusement..." she mused out loud, then blinked as realization struck. "You think I'm *cute* when I'm angry?" she questioned and put her hands on her hips, glaring at him. "There it is again! You do think I'm cute when I'm angry!"
"Well, you are." Harry said and couldn't help but to chuckle.
"And you think it's funny. Great. I'm just a big joke to you, aren't I?" she asked and threw her hands out, raising her gaze towards the roof.
"Sorry, Tonks." he apologized, trying to get his face back under control, hiding away the smile he was struggling to keep off his lips.
"Yeah, well... Don't let it happen again, okay?" she requested.
"I'll try." he promised.
"Good." she snapped and maintained a serious expression for a few seconds, then she let out a laugh of her own and wrapped her arms around him. "This is so much better, y'know. It's not all that pleasant when you're feeling depressed." she said and hugged him close to her, then blinked as new sensations were transmitted to her again. "Wow. You weren't kidding about that 'hormonal teenager' bit, were you?" she asked, moved off a step although she still kept her arms around him, then glanced down at his crotch. "Wow. Is that all because of me or have you started carrying your wand down the front of your pants instead of in your back pocket?" she asked, privately considering the joke worth it even if she received a twinge of pain for teasing her Master and discomfort because Harry was suddenly feeling uncomfortable and ashamed. "S'okay, Harry. I was only kidding. It's a completely natural reaction for a healthy young male when in close contact with a totally gorgeous ten-pointer babe like myself."
"Oh, Merlin. Isn't there any way to turn that sensing-what-I'm-feeling-through-the-anklets-thing off?" Harry asked and took a step away from her.
"Nope. It's meant to help the servant better understand and serve the Master, after all. None of these things come with an on/off-switch." she said and flashed one of her bracelets and touched the choker with her free hand.
"Ugh, this is going to be the end of me." Harry groaned.
"It doesn't have to be all that bad, y'know..." Tonks suggested and walked right up to him, putting the flat of her right hand against the bulge on his trousers. She smiled and slowly gave it a gentle rub. "It can actually be... Pretty darn good." she hinted and slowly started moving her hand in circles over the bulge, shivering at the pleasurable sensations doing that to him caused in herself.
"Tonks, what are you..." Harry croaked nervously and swallowed. "What are you doing?" he asked in a somewhat more normal tone of voice.
"Seven years apart or not, slave accessories or not, I still find you attractive. You're feeling horny, as a result I'm feeling horny. Pleasuring you, pleasures me. It makes perfect sense for me to do this." she explained and wrapped both her arms around him, instead pressing her groin against his, slowly grinding herself up and down against him. "I'll be around for the rest of your life and unless you order me to, I'll never have another man besides you. The longer I wear these things, the more devoted, knowledgeable and obsessed about you I'll become. In a couple of years when I've learned to anticipate your needs, I'll probably be on my knees and pulling your zipper down before you've even realized that you're horny." she said and kissed the hollow of his throat. "I'll stop, if you want me to. I'll stop right now, if you order me to. But realize this before you say anything. I want this. I want *you*. I want to feel what it's like to be with you before these things start messing too much with my mind." she said and caressed the side of his neck with the bracelets on her wrists, before she started kissing his throat and jaw.
"Sweet Jesus..." Harry groaned and threw his head back, arms and hands hanging limply at his sides.
"You're liking this... And so am I..." Tonks purred as she disengaged her lips from the tip of his jaw. "Very much so..." she moaned as a wave of particularly potent ankle-induced pleasure surged through her system from the continuing groin-grinding. It was amazing, not only was there enjoyable sensations because what she was doing *was* enjoyable, but on top of that, she also felt the same amount of pleasure that Harry was feeling due to her actions. When she kissed him, it felt like somebody was kissing her. When their groins ground together, it was as if she had two of them.
She had suffered through a sudden flash of concern about things like this taking place between the two of them when she found out that Harry was Lord Black, but it had passed almost as soon as the notion had struck her. After the days when she'd fretted about being ordered to do similar things by Draco and the nights she'd awoken screaming after nightmares of Draco abusing her body in all sort of perverted ways for his own sick pleasure, the notion of being with a nice guy she actually liked, who just happened to be seven years younger then her, didn't warrant much concern.
And now when she felt what it was like, she could hardly wait for more of it.
It wasn't what she had in mind for her very first hour of being Harry's servant, but the moment the discomfort she'd felt from his guilt vanished and she got horny because Harry was, coherent reasoning and common sense had flown out the window. The pleasure and desire for more, was all that remained. She was so overwhelmed by it all that she wasn't even able to tell if it was Harry, her or both of them who wanted more.
All that mattered to her right now however, was that there in fact were more.
Much more.
"Harry... Shall I stop? Shall I go on?" she purred and pressed their lips together in a fierce snog, ravaging his mouth with her tongue. "It's your call..." she said as she pulled away, looking deeply into his lust-addled eyes, hoping that he'd succumb to her seduction.
"Y-you re-r-reall want t-this?" he asked and Tonks was impressed at his restraint. She could feel his burning need and nearly overwhelming desire for more, so she knew how much willpower it had to take to ask that question. She didn't think she could have done the same, in his position.
"Yes." she groaned her agreement. "Oh Morgana, Hecate and Sibylla, yes!" she added.
"Me too. This and more, a *lot* more." he admitted. "So... If you're sure..." he mumbled.
"Yes!" Tonks enthusiastically agreed.
"Then... More it is." Harry surrendered and for the first time since she'd started, his hands rose from his sides and pressed her tightly against him. "Give me more, Tonks." he requested and captured her lips with his own, an order she gleefully moved to obey to the very best of her ability.
The End! ( For now... )
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Nymph in servitude [R/NC-17]
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: Hawk's response to the CJ Cold Tonks Slave Challenge on the PP3 group. Released in celebration of TFF's 1000th member!
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*** Previously, on 'Nymph in servitude' ***
The two of them picked themselves off the ground and quickly went outside, were they were met up with a goblin who took them straight to the small conference room where the will would be read without passing the main hall of Gringotts.
Which was lucky as Mundungus Fletcher and Severus Snape were standing just inside the main doors of Gringotts, keeping an eye out for one Harry Potter whom couldn't be allowed to be present at the reading, by orders of one Albus Dumbledore. Albus was reasonably sure that there was no way Harry could have heard about it, but Dumbledore was done taking chances in matters concerning Harry.
Or so he'd thought.
He'd managed to get his hands on copies for the summons for the reading of Sirius will and swiftly dealt with all possible interferences. Remus had been sent on a mission to Hungaria, so the werewolf sent his lawyer to attend the reading in his stead. Andromeda had been told that Nymphadora had duties for the Order, so she wouldn't be able to come along and there was thus not even a need to ask her. He'd also covertly added a little secrecy spell when he met the elder Tonks woman for tea a day before the summons were sent out, so she wouldn't be able to discuss it with her daughter.
He'd asked Molly and Arthur to keep it a secret from their children, explaining that he was concerned that they would discuss it with Harry in their letters and thus unnecessarily upset the boy by reminding him of Sirius. Harry wouldn't be speaking with the Malfoys or the Lestranges, so there had been no need to do anything there. The only others summoned to the reading, were old friends and associates of Sirius, so there wasn't necessary to take measures concerning them either.
So as the headmaster of Hogwarts leaned back in his seat and picked up a steaming cup of tea from his desk, he felt justified in allowing himself to relax, safe in the knowledge that there was no way Harry would be attending the reading and even if he'd somehow managed to find out about it, Mundungus and Severus would be there to bring him back to Privet Drive before the reading were to take place.
Again, or so he thought.
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Chapter Two:
"Well, it seems like everybody who's supposed to be here are. As well as one curious addition." the goblin sitting at the head of the table in the conference room said, once Harry and Tonks had seated themselves. "Who are you?" he asked with a pointed look at Tonks.
"Nymphadora Tonks." she replied with a wry expression as she gave her given name.
"She's with me." Harry added and the goblin slowly nodded.
"Very well then." he agreed and climbed up from his chair to stand on the table itself so everybody could see him. "My name is Fistfang and I am a barrister in the employ of Gringotts Wizarding Bank. I handled Mr Blacks affairs from the time he left his family, up until the day he died." the goblin announced. "Before we proceed, Mr Black requested that I ensure something. Mr Potter, have you received the box Mr Black left for you? Records show that Manager Riptooth took it out of storage and handed it to you."
"Yes." Harry replied.
"Have you used the contents of it?" Fistfang asked.
"Yes." Harry replied again, to which Fistfang nodded.
"Excellent. Then we may proceed." he announced and climbed off the table, seating himself once again in the chair.
"What was in the box?" Tonks asked, but there wasn't time for an answer before Fistfang started speaking.
"Mr BlackÆs most recent will was given to us in the form of a Pensieve. I assume that everybody here is familiar with the use of one?" Fistfang asked and the room collectively nodded. "If I may direct your attention to the furrow in the table, you may treat that as a regular Pensieve." he instructed and pulled out a flagon from a pocket in his suit jacket, then poured the contents of it into a furrow that ran all the way around the table. Harry soon saw as the familiar looking liquid rushed passed him and Tonks, heading all the way around the table. "You may proceed." Fistfang told the room and everybody did as instructed, soon finding themselves in one of Sirius memories.
Harry recognized Sirius room at number twelve and shed a few tears as he observed Sirius walking around the room, casting a wide array of privacy and secrecy charms, before he seated himself on his bed. He reached down to the floor and picked up a bottle of Butterbeer from it. He sipped silently from it for a few moments, before he spoke up.
"I Sirius Orion Black, being in a debatably sane and coherent state of mind, hereby give my last will and testament.
Remus, you old wolf. I leave you with a hundred thousand Galleons from the Black Vault. Use it well. From my personal belongings, you also get all the artwork and the contents of the red chest. Fistfang will also contact you in private later, with some personal requests from me to you. Have a good life, Moony.
Andromeda, dearest cousin of mine. You also get a hundred thousand Galleons from the Black Vault and your pick of the jewellery within it. The blue photo album from my personal vault is also yours, look at it and remember me fondly. I certainly always recalled you with plenty of it. Have a good life, sweetheart.
Narcissa, silliest cousin of mine. As I am required to give you something from the Black Vault, I leave you with one Galleon, one Sickle and one Knut. I suggest using it to pay someone to remove the stick from your ass you seem to have shoved up there ever since marrying that bastard you call husband. From my personal vault, you get the green sketch book which I once stole from you. I now return it and offer my sincere compliments. You had a talent and it's a shame that you didn't put it to use. I hope that you live the life you deserve, what you deserve is up to you and your actions from now on.
Bellatrix, stupidest cousin of mine. Once again, I'm required to leave someone with something and I will. You get the blue chest from the Black Vault. It contains toys from when we were children and I leave them with the hope that you will remember the person you were at that time. I hope that you too live the life you deserve and once again, what sort of life you deserve will be up to you and your actions from this point on.
Willie, dear old friend. You helped me get a job when I got out of school, was a good friend to me over the years and was even kind enough to visit me in jail after I was thrown into that hellhole. Cheers mate. I leave you with fifty thousand Galleons from the Black Vault.
Stephen, you old rascal. When I needed you, you really came through. I know that you put your line on the job, doing what you did for me. I said that I wouldn't forget it and I haven't. I leave you with fifty thousand Galleons from the Black Vault." Sirius said, then drained the rest of his Butterbeer, tossing that into a bin in one corner of the room.
He got up and started pacing the room, pulling out his wand and checking the privacy and secrecy spells he'd cast earlier. He fetched another Butterbeer from a cabinet against one wall, then seated himself on the bed again.
"Finally we come to my son, Harry." he said and gulped down some more Butterbeer. "You'll get the rest of it, from both the Black and my personal vault. Since this version of the will is being read, you must have taken the potion I left you, for which I'm glad. I've always loved you like a son and now, you are. The potion in question was a Family Binding Potion, which bound you to the Black family in general and me in particular, making you my son in the eyes of the law. So venture forth, Lord Harry James Potter-Black. Enjoy life to the fullest and raise some hell for me." Sirius stated with a wry smile, then drained the rest of his Butterbeer, before he started talking again.
"I also leave you with some personal requests, but Fistfang will take care of that for me later. Those are for your ears only. If Albus Dumbledore has somehow managed to take part in this reading, know that they're charmed for Harry only and that unpleasant things will happen if anyone not of my blood even so much as touches them." Sirius said and raised the empty bottle into the air in front of him. "Cheers everybody. Sirius Orion Black, signing off." he said and a few seconds after that, the memory ended and they all found themselves back in the conference room.
Narcissa Malfoy looked displeased and oddly absentminded as she stormed out of the room, followed by a lawyer representing Bellatrix. Harry was disappointed to find that Remus had sent a lawyer as well, so he couldn't say hi to his old teacher. Willie stayed behind and introduced himself, talking with Harry for a bit. He turned out to be a former Auror, who had quit his job in order to become a freelance curse breaker. He'd been one of Sirius few friends during Hogwarts.
Stephen hung around as well, revealing that he worked in the Ministry of Transportation and had helped Sirius escape from the country when he'd escaped from Azkaban. To say that he and Sirius were friends in Hogwarts was perhaps a strong word, but they had known each other and been partners in Herbology. Stephen was a Hufflepuff and the famed loyalty of the house ran true in him. He'd never believed that Sirius was guilty and had thus helped him evade the authorities and country both, when Sirius approached him.
The final one to speak to him was Andromeda and she just stared silently at him for nearly a full minute with a piercing gaze, until she finally put her right hand on top of Harry's chest, right over his heart.
"Nymphadora has told me of your attempts to secure her freedom and the lengths you've gone through to do so. I am forever indebted to you for that, but I still have a request for you which I hope you'll grant." she said and swallowed nervously. "Treat my daughter well, Lord Potter-Black." she pleaded and Harry blinked in surprise.
"Of course I will. She's my friend after all. There's no way I wouldn't treat her anything but..." he started, then fell silent and looked back over his shoulder at Tonks, who was still seated at the table, staring woodenly forward at the wall in front of her. His eyes bulged out of their sockets and he turned back to Andromeda as realization struck. "Lord Potter-Black! I'm... He's not... I'm... She's... I..." he stuttered.
"Yes. You're the next Lord Black. Our family's debt is to you." Andromeda confirmed. "Come tomorrow, she'll be yours for the rest of her life."
"Oh Merlin..." Harry squeaked, then fainted and would have slumped to the ground, if Andromeda hadn't acted quickly and hugged him against her in an upright position.
"Oh dear..." she sighed as she observed the unconscious young man in her arms and her near-comatose daughter at the table.
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"Oh Merlin..." Harry groaned as he returned to consciousness and instantly recalled the circumstances he now found himself in. His eyes instantly opened and he sat up, finding that he was back in his bed at the Dursley's. For a few moments, he almost dared to hope that it'd all been some horrifying and yet oddly intriguing dream, but then he saw Tonks sitting against the wall, lost in her own thoughts to such a degree that she hadn't even noticed that he'd woken up. "Tonks?" Harry carefully called after a few moments to regain his wits.
"Yeah..." she absently responded, then seemed to shake herself out of her funk. "Oh, Harry. You're awake!" she called and instantly bounced up onto her feet, then promptly fell over flat onto her face. "Owie..." she whimpered, then more slowly got back onto her feet. "That hurt..." she muttered and gently rubbed her face and left shoulder. "Are you all right?" she wondered.
"Are you?" Harry countered with a concerned expression.
"Yeah, no worries. I'm used to it." she replied with a sheepish grin.
"No, not that. ... Well, that too! But..." Harry replied.
"Oh, yeah... That..." Tonks replied and looked away from him, staring around the room for a few moments before she returned her gaze to Harry. "Yeah, I am. Somewhat. Almost." she replied and chuckled. "To tell the truth, I'm actually sort of relieved. The rest of it hasn't really had time to sink in yet. At the moment, I'm just grateful that it wasn't Draco who became the new Lord Black." she said with a faint shudder.
"Grateful! Tonks! You'll be my slave unless we come up with some way out of this!" Harry protested.
"Harry, until the reading, I was expecting to have to be at Draco's beck and call for the rest of my life. Trust me, I'm grateful." Tonks firmly reminded him and then took a deep breath. "You remember my oath? That I'd do anything to repay you? Well, this is it. I now have a way to repay you and unless I'm willing to loose my magic, which I'm not, I'll have to take it."
"But... You could repay me with your old Auror training books or something, not like this!" Harry protested.
"Harry, I keep telling you. It's okay." Tonks insisted. "Draco would have treated me like crap, ordered me to take the Dark Mark, forced the secrets of the Order out of me unless I'd been Obliviated of them beforehand, humiliating me by doing menial labour and very likely used me as his very own complete set of very realistic blow-up dolls." she said and quickly changed shape, assuming the form of Hermione, Ginny, Lavender, Padma, Parvati, Cho and Fleur before she assumed her regular pink-haired heart-faced appearance that she seemed to prefer most of the time.
"Oh, god. That's a nasty and disgusting image." Harry mumbled, trying to keep the contents of his stomach down as he unwillingly had to see a series of mental images of Draco doing the horizontal mambo with each of the girls Tonks had morphed into.
"I agree." Tonks said with a faint smile. "Even if we don't manage to raise the money in time, a lifetime of servitude to you is like a paradise on earth in comparison." she assured him and walked over to the bed, seating herself next to him. She smiled a small but honest smile and reached out to caress his cheek with her right hand. "I trust and like you already, Harry. After what you've tried to do for me during this week, I'd likely do almost whatever you'd ask of me anyway and I don't think you'd actually ask for anything I wouldn't be willing to do. All that will be different after tomorrow when I've donned the collar, bracelets and anklets is that I'll enjoy doing it more then I otherwise would."
"What?" Harry asked.
"I told you about the collar, bracelets and anklets before, didn't I? I'm not surprised that you don't know what they do. Not many do, as it's an outdated practise and one that hasn't ever been widely practised. When I first found out about the consequences, I looked through four libraries without finding anything about it. I had to specially order a book through Flourish & Botts to find out what they were about." she replied and folded her hands in her lap, causing Harry to feel oddly bereft as her hand was removed from his cheek.
"It's a set of controls, binding the wearer to the targets will." she started with a far-away expression on her face as she talked about it. "The collar is tool for punishing disobedient or disloyal behaviour. If I were to insult, humiliate, hit, hex or otherwise attack you, either physically, mentally or emotionally, I'll feel pain. It'll also cause pain if I try to lie or refuse to answer a question from you. It also causes discomfort that will eventually turn into pain if I were to refuse to obey one of your orders or requests. At first, it's merely discomfort, but the longer period of time that passes, the worse it'll get until it either kills me or I go through with whatever you asked." she explained, causing Harry to stare at her with an absolutely horrified expression.
"The bracelets reward obedience and loyalty in the wearer. They'll make me feel a burst of pleasure whenever I obey an order or receive praise from you. They also allow you to reward me, you could use them to make my day simply by ordering it." she said with a faint smile, then blushed furiously as she got to the last part of the control system. "The anklets, uh, they... Uhm... They're mainly to 'deepen and enhance service and devotion'. It allows me to feel your sexual pleasure myself, meaning that if I were to... Uhm... Eh... Makeyoufeelgood, I'd feel the same amount of pleasure." she hastily explained, still with a furious blush. "They also allow me to sense and share in whatever else you're feeling at any given time. If you're pleased, I'll feel good. If you're upset, I'll be discomforted. Ensuring that it's in my best interest to keep you happy and satisfied." she finished, then tilted her head as she looked at Harry.
"Harry, are you all right?" she asked with a worried expression.
"I haven't fainted yet?" Harry weakly asked, feeling slightly disconnected from reality at the moment. "Merlins beard, who came up with those filthy things and how do we go about getting rid of them forever?"
"When they were first put to use is unclear. We do know that the earliest record of magical control devices like there, are from ancient Egypt, several hundred years BC." Tonks replied and took a deep breath. "And once I put them on, there's no taking them off for as long as I live. They'll use both my and your blood during the creation process. Mine to create Blood Wards binding them to my body, essentially making them a necessary and integral part of me. They'll change along with the wearer, becoming parts of any morph I do or Animagus transformation somebody else who wore similar things might go through. Your blood, to bind me to your service." she explained.
"And if I don't give my blood?" Harry asked.
"Then the contract will be broken and I'll loose my magic." Tonks simply replied.
"How can you be so calm about this?!" Harry demanded to know.
"I'm still in shock." she replied with a faint smile. "Besides, like I said, I had expected to be bound to Draco using those things. Imagine my relief when I found out that I'd be bound to you instead. Draco may be my cousin and all, but I wouldn't trust him to keep a pet dog right'n proper and I certainly wouldn't trust him to treat me kindly."
"But... I could force you to do anything with you wearing those nasty things!" Harry exclaimed. "How can you trust me with that sort of power over you?"
"Because you're a good man, Harry Potter." Tonks simply replied. "I can't imagine you ordering me to do something wrong."
"But... I'm a hormonal teenager!" he protested, something he usually wouldn't have mentioned. But what with Tonks being so calm about it, he sort of wished that she'd become more upset about it and did his best to make her so. "What if... What if I..." he stuttered.
"Ordered me to have sex with you?" she asked with a kind expression and assumed a thoughtful look for a few moments, looking him over. "Like I said, I don't think that you'd actually do that." she finally replied. "But if you did... Well, like I said. I'd do nearly anything you'd ask of me anyway even without the collar, bracelets and anklets. All that'll change in that department, is that the bracelets and anklets will ensure that I'll enjoy doing so."
"Tonks!" Harry protested.
"Easy there, Harry. I don't want you to pop a vein." Tonks gently rebuked him. "Consider this, Harry. You are as you say, a hormonal teenager. I assume you get urges from time to time. ... Actually, I'm pretty darn sure that you get urges from time to time. I certainly did at that age anyway, still do as a matter of fact." she said with a faint blush, though it was nothing compared to the one Harry was sporting at the moment. "Anyway, judging from the lack of female company here and the fact that owls aren't whizzing back'n forth out of your bedroom window more often and those that do, are owls that I recognize, I'm guessing that you don't have a girlfriend at the moment. Am I right?"
"Yeah..." Harry muttered.
"So, you get urges and likely deal with them on your own. When I put on my slave gear, I'll be aware of it." she said and Harry blanched, the colour of his skin turning from furiously flushed to near-white paleness. "If you refrain from 'satisfying' them, you'll be discomforted and so will I. If you satisfy them, you'll feel good and so will I." she explained then smirked, though she still blushed as she did so. "If I satisfy them, you'll feel good and I'll feel even better. If you *order* me to satisfy them, you'll feel good and I'll feel even better then if I satisfied them by my own decision."
"Oh god..." Harry groaned. "You're awful, Tonks."
"Well, I've had a lot more time to think about this then you." she admitted. "I must also admit, like I said before, that I'm still so relieved by the fact that I'll be your servant instead of Dracos that I'm probably not looking hard enough at the negative bits just yet." she revealed and got a far-away expression on her face. "By tomorrow, it'll all be over, one way or the other." she said and smiled.
"I'll send another letter to the Malfoys and Notts, Tonks. I'll make this right, you'll see." Harry announced.
"Thanks, Harry. What you're trying to do means a lot to me." Tonks said. "Which is why I'm so certain that I'll be okay, even if you fail." she said and put both her hands down beside his hips, leaned forward and kissed him again.
Not on the cheek this time, though.
This time, it was lip to lip.
Closed-mouthed, but still right on the lips.
"I have to go, Harry. Got some business to take care of." she said as she pulled back, then Apparated away with a faint popping noise.
"Ruddy bloody hell..." Harry muttered as he licked his lips, then got up and headed for the desk, his mind intent on writing those two additional letters.
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When Harry still hadn't received answers from either the Malfoys or the Notts, he resigned himself to the fact that the day would most likely wind up with him having a friend serving him for life. For a few moments, he actually considered taking the easy way out by removing 'life' from the equation. But considering the prophecy, he wasn't even sure if it was possible for him to kill himself.
But other then the fact that it was the easy way out, it was also the cowardÆs way out and no matter what else he was, Harry Potter certainly didn't think of himself as a coward, so that idea was scrapped pretty much instantly.
That was the reason why he greeted the arrival of Tonks, Andromeda and the goblin Fistfang with a sort of resigned terseness as the three of them Apparated into his bedroom a quarter to twelve, fifteen minutes before the debt would have to be paid in full.
"No luck." was all he said, tiredly rubbing his temples. "I still haven't gotten an answer from either family." Harry greeted them instead of saying 'hello'.
"Well, even if you had or they reply within the minute, it'd still take quite a while for the funds to be moved over to your vault." Fistfang replied. "I'm afraid that your time is up, so I am here to produce the control system. I have already received the blood of Nymphadora Tonks. I will now require your blood as well, Mr Potter-Black." he said and put a attachÚ case onto Harry's desk, opening it up and withdrawing what looked like an empty potion vial with a black suction cup attached to the opening of it. "Put this against your bare skin." he instructed and handed Harry the vial.
"There's fifteen minutes left." Harry protested and looked at Fistfang. "Can't Gringotts give me a loan until my birthday? I'd be able to pay back then. It's less then a month!"
"I am sorry, Mr Potter-Black. It's against Gringotts statues to lend more then fifty thousand Galleons." Fistfang replied. "Besides, the administration for such would take nearly a full day. There's just not enough time remaining before the deadline."
Harry sighed and took the vial, making a grim face as he placed the suction cup against his left arm, expecting it to be painful. But it appeared as if the weird suction cup had been enchanted with a painless spell of some sort, because the vial quickly filled up with Harry feeling only the mildest of itches as it did so. He removed it and looked at the vial for a couple of seconds, before he handed it back to Fistfang with a morose sigh.
The goblin nodded to himself, then moved over to the attachÚ case, putting the vial down into a form-fitting slot next to another one with an already filled vial. He murmured a few words in his own language and the gathered humans stared as the vials emptied of blood. Also inside the case, was a black velvet choker decorated with the Potter and Black crests and two silver bracelets also with the Potter and Black crests. Inside the chocker, rested silver anklets, also with the two crests on them. All these items slowly started to glow as Fistfang kept on muttering in the goblins harsh and guttural language.
When he finished with a loud shout of 'Raggamushil!', the glow slowly faded away.
Fistfang carefully inspected all five items with a small magnifying glass, with a rosy-hued glass. Everything was apparently to his satisfaction, as he put the glass away and extracted collar, bracelets and anklets, presenting them to Tonks with a stoic expression.
She bowed formally as she accepted them, then turned to face Harry, holding them out to him after she'd gotten down onto her knees and lowered her face in a gesture of supplication.
"Lord and Master, your servant Nymphadora Druella Tonks awaits your binding." Tonks announced.
"Take the collar, raise her head and put it on her, while saying 'With this collar, I bind you to my service.'." Andromeda stage-whispered to Harry.
"Can't I refuse?" he whispered right back.
"Only if you wish to rob me and my family of our magic for all eternity. Go on!" Andromeda whispered right back. "'With this collar, I bind you to my service.', quickly." she repeated. Harry swallowed nervously, then took the collar from Tonks outstretched hands. He put his left hand underneath her jaw and gently raised her head.
"With this collar, I bind you to my service." he managed to croak out as he put it around her neck. Once it was in place, it flashed a bright red and tightened itself around her neck.
"The bracelets next. 'With these bracelets, I bind your loyalty to me.' as you put them on." Andromeda hinted.
"With these bracelets, I bind your loyalty to me." Harry intoned as he put the bracelets onto her wrists, where they too flashed a bright red as they shrunk until they were securely in place.
"'With these anklets, I bind your devotion to me.', right one first, left one last." Andromeda murmured and Harry bent down behind Tonks to do as instructed.
"With these anklets, I bind your devotion to me." he said as he fastened the left one and stood up again. After a quick wave from Andromeda, he walked around and turned to face Tonks.
"'You are now bound to my service, from now until the end of days.', then kiss her forehead." Andromeda whispered her final instruction.
"You are now bound to my service, from now until the end of days." Harry parroted, then bent over and kissed Tonks forehead.
"Lord and Master, your servant is bound to your service. From now until the end of days. So mote it be." Tonks announced.
"So mote it be!" Harry exclaimed after a nudge from Andromeda, once it became clear that he either didn't know the traditional response or was too dazed to make it.
"Take her left hand with your right and help her up, saying 'Arise, bound servant of mine. Serve me well, from now until the end of days.'." Andromeda prompted and Harry blushed as he took Tonks hand in his.
"Arise, bound servant of mine. Serve me well, from now until the end of days." he instructed her and as Tonks was assisted to her feet, she gasped in surprised pleasure as she was rewarded for obeying her first order, feeling a pleasant warmth spread from the bracelets throughout her entire body.
"Your bound servant has risen as commanded to. I will serve my Lord and Master well, from now until the end of days." Tonks replied and bowed deeply.
"The deal is made, the contract is completed. All is well. So mote it be." Fistfang announced and with a bright yellow flash, the contract he'd pulled out during the binding vanished into thin air.
And with that, Nymphadora Druella Tonks ceased to be a free woman and instead became the personal property of Lord Harry James Potter-Black, from now until the end of days.
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"You're feeling guilty, Harry. Please don't." Tonks requested once Fistfang and Andromeda had departed and left the two of them alone. Fistfang promising to return on Harry's birthday to finalize everything regarding his inheritance and whatever else he wanted done once he became of age, as Harry had decided to keep him on a retainer for whatever business might crop up. Andromeda had once again requested that he treat her daughter well, extended a permanent invitation to visit the Tonks' whenever the mood struck him and wished him well, talked in private with her daughter for a few minutes and then left.
"I'll try, Tonks." he promised and tilted his head as he looked at her. "How does it feel? To sense what I'm feeling, I mean." he asked.
"Rather odd, I must say." she replied. "I can still feel whatever I am feeling, but at the same time, there's some sort of overlap, allowing me to sense what you're feeling at the same time."
"What are *you* feeling right now, Tonks?" he asked and she made a wry expression.
"I had hoped that you wouldn't ask me that." she replied and sighed, then quickly went on before the collar had a chance to decide that she was trying to avoid giving her Lord an answer. "Lots of things, to be honest. Because you're feeling guilty, I feel... I guess restless and slightly worried is pretty accurate a description. It's not too bad yet, but the discomfort will no doubt increase the longer you're feeling down. I'm slightly disappointed, because I was nursing a faint hope that I wouldn't have to wear these things all the way up until the binding started. There's a bit of worry of my own, wondering how my friends and associates will deal with the fact that I'm bound to you now. A hint of fear, concern that I may have misjudged you in some way and you'll turn up to be a harsh and cruel Master." she admitted and felt how the Harry-induced discomfort increased quite a bit as his mood took a turn for the worse for every word she said.
She was glad that he'd said 'right now', as she wouldn't want to clue him in to the fact that he was actually making her feel worse now. He had enough guilt and stress as it was, she didn't need to add on to it by telling him that he was hurting her simply by being himself, feeling guilty and sad for her.
"I'm also still feeling glad, almost joyous, because I wound up bound to you instead of Draco. I'm feeling somewhat awed by the connection between the two of us, almost marvelling over what it allows me to feel. Concern, for you and how you're taking this whole thing. Anxiety and fretting, because I'm worried that you'll never get over the guilt your feeling. Relief, because you went through with this and accepted me. If you hadn't, me and my entire family would have turned into squibs and never again would there be a wizard or witch from our family. Some eagerness and impatience, wondering when you'll give me your next order, because obeying the first one felt really good. Some anxiety and worry, suspecting that you'll never give me another order." she finished.
"All that? Wow." Harry said and Tonks nodded in response. "I'm sorry about all this Tonks, trust me, I am. I really wanted to somehow get you out of this."
"I know. I can feel it." she simply replied.
"And I don't want you to worry, Tonks. I promise that I won't turn out the way you fear, becoming cruel and harsh." he swore and she nodded.
"I know that, Harry. It's just one of those irrational fears that just won't go away, even though I know in my head that you won't turn out that way." she agreed.
"Druella?" he suddenly asked and Tonks groaned, burying her face in her hands.
"Hecate's nipples! I'd hoped that you'd forgotten about that!" she complained.
"No way I could forget about that. Nymphadora Druella Tonks?" he asked and shook his head. "How pissed were your parents when they named you?"
"Well, I don't know about pops, but mom doesn't drink." she replied. "Personally, I think they're just sadistic and wanted to ensure that there would always be at least one good reason for people to tease their only daughter throughout her entire life, just in case there wouldn't be other reasons. What with me being so clumsy and a Metamorph, they needn't have been concerned about that." she snorted.
"Nymphadora Druella Tonks." Harry repeated and shook his head.
"My motherÆs mother was named Druella. But I suggest that you keep both my entire first and my middle name to yourself, unless you want to be on the receiving end of something very unpleasant. I know quite a few *very* painful spells." she warned him, in spite of the sudden pain the collar inflicted upon her as she threatened her Master.
"I'll try." he chuckled and shook his head again.
"Well, at least youÆre feeling somewhat better now. Glad I could give you something to laugh about, even if it was my name." she replied with an indignant expression, pouting and looking away.
Only to suddenly look back at Harry with a surprised expression as she received a burst of emotions from him. She blinked as he just as suddenly averted his gaze from her.
"You were just attracted to me!" she stated, then tilted her head as she considered that. "No, that's not it. Not quite. It was more... More... Almost like... That odd sense of amusement..." she mused out loud, then blinked as realization struck. "You think I'm *cute* when I'm angry?" she questioned and put her hands on her hips, glaring at him. "There it is again! You do think I'm cute when I'm angry!"
"Well, you are." Harry said and couldn't help but to chuckle.
"And you think it's funny. Great. I'm just a big joke to you, aren't I?" she asked and threw her hands out, raising her gaze towards the roof.
"Sorry, Tonks." he apologized, trying to get his face back under control, hiding away the smile he was struggling to keep off his lips.
"Yeah, well... Don't let it happen again, okay?" she requested.
"I'll try." he promised.
"Good." she snapped and maintained a serious expression for a few seconds, then she let out a laugh of her own and wrapped her arms around him. "This is so much better, y'know. It's not all that pleasant when you're feeling depressed." she said and hugged him close to her, then blinked as new sensations were transmitted to her again. "Wow. You weren't kidding about that 'hormonal teenager' bit, were you?" she asked, moved off a step although she still kept her arms around him, then glanced down at his crotch. "Wow. Is that all because of me or have you started carrying your wand down the front of your pants instead of in your back pocket?" she asked, privately considering the joke worth it even if she received a twinge of pain for teasing her Master and discomfort because Harry was suddenly feeling uncomfortable and ashamed. "S'okay, Harry. I was only kidding. It's a completely natural reaction for a healthy young male when in close contact with a totally gorgeous ten-pointer babe like myself."
"Oh, Merlin. Isn't there any way to turn that sensing-what-I'm-feeling-through-the-anklets-thing off?" Harry asked and took a step away from her.
"Nope. It's meant to help the servant better understand and serve the Master, after all. None of these things come with an on/off-switch." she said and flashed one of her bracelets and touched the choker with her free hand.
"Ugh, this is going to be the end of me." Harry groaned.
"It doesn't have to be all that bad, y'know..." Tonks suggested and walked right up to him, putting the flat of her right hand against the bulge on his trousers. She smiled and slowly gave it a gentle rub. "It can actually be... Pretty darn good." she hinted and slowly started moving her hand in circles over the bulge, shivering at the pleasurable sensations doing that to him caused in herself.
"Tonks, what are you..." Harry croaked nervously and swallowed. "What are you doing?" he asked in a somewhat more normal tone of voice.
"Seven years apart or not, slave accessories or not, I still find you attractive. You're feeling horny, as a result I'm feeling horny. Pleasuring you, pleasures me. It makes perfect sense for me to do this." she explained and wrapped both her arms around him, instead pressing her groin against his, slowly grinding herself up and down against him. "I'll be around for the rest of your life and unless you order me to, I'll never have another man besides you. The longer I wear these things, the more devoted, knowledgeable and obsessed about you I'll become. In a couple of years when I've learned to anticipate your needs, I'll probably be on my knees and pulling your zipper down before you've even realized that you're horny." she said and kissed the hollow of his throat. "I'll stop, if you want me to. I'll stop right now, if you order me to. But realize this before you say anything. I want this. I want *you*. I want to feel what it's like to be with you before these things start messing too much with my mind." she said and caressed the side of his neck with the bracelets on her wrists, before she started kissing his throat and jaw.
"Sweet Jesus..." Harry groaned and threw his head back, arms and hands hanging limply at his sides.
"You're liking this... And so am I..." Tonks purred as she disengaged her lips from the tip of his jaw. "Very much so..." she moaned as a wave of particularly potent ankle-induced pleasure surged through her system from the continuing groin-grinding. It was amazing, not only was there enjoyable sensations because what she was doing *was* enjoyable, but on top of that, she also felt the same amount of pleasure that Harry was feeling due to her actions. When she kissed him, it felt like somebody was kissing her. When their groins ground together, it was as if she had two of them.
She had suffered through a sudden flash of concern about things like this taking place between the two of them when she found out that Harry was Lord Black, but it had passed almost as soon as the notion had struck her. After the days when she'd fretted about being ordered to do similar things by Draco and the nights she'd awoken screaming after nightmares of Draco abusing her body in all sort of perverted ways for his own sick pleasure, the notion of being with a nice guy she actually liked, who just happened to be seven years younger then her, didn't warrant much concern.
And now when she felt what it was like, she could hardly wait for more of it.
It wasn't what she had in mind for her very first hour of being Harry's servant, but the moment the discomfort she'd felt from his guilt vanished and she got horny because Harry was, coherent reasoning and common sense had flown out the window. The pleasure and desire for more, was all that remained. She was so overwhelmed by it all that she wasn't even able to tell if it was Harry, her or both of them who wanted more.
All that mattered to her right now however, was that there in fact were more.
Much more.
"Harry... Shall I stop? Shall I go on?" she purred and pressed their lips together in a fierce snog, ravaging his mouth with her tongue. "It's your call..." she said as she pulled away, looking deeply into his lust-addled eyes, hoping that he'd succumb to her seduction.
"Y-you re-r-reall want t-this?" he asked and Tonks was impressed at his restraint. She could feel his burning need and nearly overwhelming desire for more, so she knew how much willpower it had to take to ask that question. She didn't think she could have done the same, in his position.
"Yes." she groaned her agreement. "Oh Morgana, Hecate and Sibylla, yes!" she added.
"Me too. This and more, a *lot* more." he admitted. "So... If you're sure..." he mumbled.
"Yes!" Tonks enthusiastically agreed.
"Then... More it is." Harry surrendered and for the first time since she'd started, his hands rose from his sides and pressed her tightly against him. "Give me more, Tonks." he requested and captured her lips with his own, an order she gleefully moved to obey to the very best of her ability.
The End! ( For now... )
