A Seer’s Submission (Hail Hydra)
A Kind Master for Toy
The device on Toy’s head was showing her her new place at Master’s feet. A video feed of increasingly depraved sexual acts was fed directly to her eyes by the device. It didn’t matter if she looked away, as the video would follow her eyes wherever they went. Not that Toy would look away. Master wished for her to watch the video and she would.
She could hear the slutty, desperate moaning of the unworthy slut Master was fucking in the video. If any of those sluts had been worthy to be Master’s Toy, they wouldn’t have broken under his care. They would have become the perfect Toy for Master’s pleasure, and they would have done so willingly, just like she had done.
Every time Master would fuck one of the slut’s fuck-holes, the corresponding dildo attached to the machine around her would begin fucking Toy’s own fuck-hole. With the dildos, all in the shape of Master’s glorious cock, fucking her holes Toy could close her eyes and pretend that it her that Master was fucking, her that Master was praising for being a good Toy, her that was begging for His cock.
Toy remained in the machine so long, she began hallucinating. Instead of her Master fucking unworthy sluts, He was fucking her, His perfect Toy. Then again, perhaps she wasn’t hallucinating. Perhaps her Master had fucked her before and then wiped her memory of it. Either way, it didn’t matter. Toy was being fucked by Master and enjoying every minute of it.
Toy begged and sucked and fucked the dildos. Had she not already been Master’s Toy she was sure this machine would have broken her to His Will. Toy gave herself over to the pleasure, allowing Harriet to step out of her vision-self for a moment.
“Merlin, that was intense,” she said. Even though she had stepped away from her vision-self she could still feel the dildo sliding in and out of her fuck-hole. She watched as the machine continued to fuck her vision-self, and her vision-self squirm around, bouncing up and down on the dildo fucking her.
Toy’s fuck-hole was practically gushing as her pussy juices left her, and looking down Harriet noticed that her own fuck-hole was doing the same. Harriet moaned, no longer caring about not falling for the vision’s depravity, and began fucking herself with her fingers.
She was right on the cusp of orgasm when she was pulled back into her vision-self. The transition from near-orgasm to Toy being used by Master’s cock sent Toy’s juices spraying all over the dildo in her fuck-hole.
“So good,” Toy giggled. “Master’s Toy feels so good.”
The video feed cut off and all three of the dildos began thrusting in and out of her three fuck-holes. Just before she managed to get off again, the video feed came back to life, showing a video of her Master staring straight into her eyes.
“I am your Master,” He told her. “You are nothing but a toy for my pleasure. To be used whenever I desire it. You no longer have a life of your own. It, like you and your slutty holes, belong to me. You will obey my every order or you will be punished.”
Toy moaned around the dildo fucking her mouth.
“I am your Master,” the video repeated, put on a loop. “You are nothing but a toy for my pleasure. To be used whenever I desire it. You no longer have a life of your own. It, like you and your slutty holes, belong to me. You will obey my every order or you will be punished.”
Toy couldn’t physically repeat it, but as the video continued to loop, repeating His words over and over, she began to repeat them in her mind.
He is my Master. I am nothing but a Toy for his pleasure. To be used whenever He desires to use me. I no longer have a life of my own. It, like me and my slutty fuck-holes, belong to Him. I will forever obey Master’s every order.
As her orgasm came closer and closer, she faltered at the end, being reduced to chanting the last few words in her mind. Toy will obey Master. Toy will obey Master. Toy will obey Master.
“Toy will obey Master!” Harriet screamed on waking, her fingers working her to orgasm seconds later. “Toy will obey Master. Toy will obey. Toy will…will…no, please. I’m not a Toy. I’m not. I’m not.”
But if she kept falling into these visions, she would be. Just a few days ago the thought of being turned into some man’s – Master’s – willing fuck toy would have terrified her. Now, her fuck-hole begins to drool at the thought.
How long until she actually looked forward to being His Toy? How long until she actually was Master’s Toy. Her thoughts had already begun changing and she instead of being terrified, she was excited.
Master, so good, so kind to His Toy, her vision-self had believed. But was it true? Was He actually kind, or was His Toy so broken to His Will that she believed that Him showing her any attention made Him kind?
The visions answered her.
Toy came out of the visions, being cradled in her Master’s arms. It had been a long vision, but her Master had required her to See and so she had.
“You have to-“
“Shhh,” He quieted her.
“But-“
“Is there something I need to do in the next few hours?”
“No.”
“Then be quiet my toy, and let me care for you.”
“Yes Master.”
Master made Toy her favorite tea, and drew her a warm bath. He touched her gently, wiping her clean of sweat and the blood that had dripped from her nose during the vision. He slipped His fingers into her fuck-hole and began sliding them in and out. Toy let out a peaceful sigh.
“You have made me so proud,” Master told her. “I know how much going into those visions takes from you. That you are willing to do so for me is a wonderful gift I never believed you would give me.” As He spoke, His fingers began moving faster and faster.
“Ah, I will do anything, oh, for my Master,” Toy said.
“I know, my lovely little toy,” Master said. “Until the water goes cold, you may cum as many times as you need to.”
“Thank you Master. I love you Master.”
“And I love having you as my toy.” It was the closest Master had and would ever come to saying he loved her, and it was just enough to push her over the edge into the first orgasm of the night.
“Oh,” Harriet whispered. Though she had not orgasmed from the vision, it still had a strong effect on her. No one had ever taken care of her before. The fact that her Master would was almost enough to make her submit completely to his will in that instant.
“I can’t do this,” she whispered. “I can’t keep going into these visions. He is changing me, turning me into His Toy, and we haven’t even met. No more. No more. No more!”
The visions continued to swirl around her, but Harriet managed to ignore the ones that followed the path of Master’s Toy. For three weeks she managed to avoid those visions, only falling into the visions that held other things.
Things like what could have been if her friends had lived. Hermione and Ron’s children. Bill and Fleur’s children. An entire Knight Bus full of Weasley-Potter grandchildren for Molly. Harriet went to bed each night, sobbing for the loss of those possibilities.
Each vision took a deeper and deeper toll on her, and she finally lost her concentration enough to fall into another vision of Master’s Toy.
“You’re usually much more enthusiastic when I tell you suck my cock,” Master said.
“I’m sorry Master. It’s just, I, it…”
“Does being my toy bore you now?”
“No!” Toy cried out, horrified at the very thought of being bored with her Master. His every use of her was wonderful and thrilling. Today, it just happened to be overwhelmed by Toy’s sense of grief.
“Then what happened to make you so…depressed?”
“Today is May 2nd, Master. I lost most of my family and friends today. It was only last year and I, I...”
“And you’re grieving for them,” Master said. “If it would help, I could leave you be for the day.”
Tears came to Toy’s eyes and she smiled sadly, “Maybe next year, Master. Today, I want to stop thinking. I need you to use me so thoroughly that all I am capable of thinking of is your cock. Please Master.”
“As you wish, my toy,” Master said. He pulled her up by her hair and flung her against the nearest wall. “I’ll fuck you so roughly you can’t think of anything but my cock for weeks.”
“Yes Master, please Master, your Toy needs your cock in her fuck-hole. Ah!”
Harriet came out of the vision sobbing, not because of her grief from her friends’ deaths, but because she could still feel Master’s cock in her fuck-hole, violently using her again and again, making her hurt. The small bit of her that was already Master’s Toy relished in the pain, in the proof that her Master wanted to help her in her grief.
For a few glorious minutes, no visions came to her to beg her attention. Her thoughts and Sight were clear for the first time since being given the visions from Luna.
“Thank you Master,” Harriet whispered. And another part of Harriet broke away, becoming Master’s Toy.