Keywords: M/F anal, oral
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: The Charm 

  Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
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and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this 
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral 
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. 
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be 
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

	The Charm - (TheCharm.txt) - Works like a charm. And this charm
does, unlike all but this one and the mythic one of the adage. Only
it's tricky or the guy with it would just make every girl he met suck
his dick. Guys do have simple needs. M/F, anal, oral

	He found it. He stole it. (My sister, my daughter, my sister,
my daughter) He found it in a drawer lost under a pile of forgotten
tomes and ledgers way in the back. It wasn't his and must have been
someone's but he took it all the same. He found it. He stole it.
	It was a long time before he conquered with it.
	It was about an inch and a half long, oblong, and resembled
nothing more than it resembled a Tylenol an inch and a half long. It
was similiar in color, like chalk, and a texure of unfired porcelin.
Yet for all its porous and breakable appearance, it was as hard and
impervious to nicks and dents as if it had been titanium. There was a
ring he did not doubt was gold of some alloy attached to one end. It
was clearly a pendant of some type and he could not help feeling it 
was an amulet. It was the same feeling that compelled him to put it in
his pocket when he first found it.
	It remained an interesting doo-dad that he would take out of his
pocket to study from time to time. Most interesting was that it was
always in his pocket. It wasn't a magical tranference, but almost.
Unfailingly, when he forgot his change or his keys, he put this
artifact in his pocket.
	It didn't occur to him to do so, yet he always did. He didn't 
think about it consciously enough to decide not to. That thought, like
most others, went missing where the amulet was involved. Even his study
of the object was more considering it- or just staring.
	The first breakthrough was hanging it around his neck. He found
an old chain to hang it on, but it wasn't happy. Exactly how he knew
that or why he knew that, was troubling. It was his second clue beyond
its desire to be with him- his third clue, beyond its desire to be
with him and its power to deflect classification.
	It was only satisfied with a rawhide shoelace that he made into
a loop to hang it from. Then it hung quietly and furnished its
uncanny ability to clear all worry, along with most thought, out of his
head when he touched it.
	It could have gone on years that way if Megan O'Brien hadn't
noticed it in the vee of his open collar and reached out a finger to
touch it. Even then, he might not have noticed the change if her finger
didn't stay extended as if glued to the charm.
	"Not much to it, but I like it," he said to break the spell.
	"I like it," Megan parroted.
	"I'd give it to you, but it's been in my family... since the
sand raiders took the ocean to the moon," he trailed off, confirming
her inattention.
	"The ocean to the moon," Megan said.
	He stepped back and Megan looked around questioningly, her eyes
blinking rapidly. As the blinking slowed near normal she looked up at
him.
	"Were you saying you like the moon?" she asked.
	"I was telling you about my amulet," he said and saw her eyes 
go to it.
	She started to step forward but he moved farther away and tucked
the charm out of sight.
	"Long story about raiders and crossing the ocean by the light of
the moon," he said.
	Megan nodded. He thought she recognized the words of his nonsense
but had no idea how she was assembling them in her mind. She looked
normal and comprehension was sliding back into her eyes.
	She seemed surprised she was standing there. He watched her 
struggle for something to say.
	"Well, see you," she finally got out.
	It was a very interesting thing. He ran it back in his mind
second by second as best he could recall it. Something had happened. If
he had not felt it himself, he would have trouble believing that it
had, but he knew the power. He thought it seemed to affect Megan more
than he was aware of it affecting him.
	But he also felt something when she had touched the charm. It was
a vague lust, made up of more permission than desire. He sensed how
helpless and pliable she had become and felt the rush of a predatory
instinct. It told him to talk nonsense for proof.
	Then... Then what? She was different, but not herself. She was
fixated on the charm. Only when he put it out of sight did she seem
to become herself again. But he'd touched it and remembered.
	He was thinking clearly, more clearly than he had for a while.
The amulet did strange things. For him it was light, hardly noticed.
For Megan it was more. If he let her touch it...
	The cavalcade of images that flashed in his head contained ideas
he didn't recognize, people he didn't know. There were many of Megan,
however, which started merely obscene and descended. The ideas did not
repel him, but he was left with the desire to see if Megan was a
unique case or if the charm worked on anyone. Some of the things he saw
would be better inflicted on strangers.

	"Burns like a brand, sizzle your fingers off."
	Her hand stopped reaching for the charm. Her eyes darted back
and forth as she craned her neck to see around his neck to where the
charm rested on his back.
	He was going to hang it out of reach, but he found he couldn't
work out how to get it over his head. He gave up after a couple of 
attempts and threw it behind him onto his back. He felt it there like
a warm hand urging him to take full pleasure of this woman.
	He wasn't sure she noticed he was fucking her. For his part, she
was active enough in her attention to the charm that it didn't matter.
She was eager and lustful, if not for him. He found it didn't matter
why, only that she moved with passion and he enjoyed spearing her on
his cock.
	That was why she was, why she existed. The amulet's affect on
her was so much stronger so that she could serve the amulet's master.
In a way it was cruel to deny her the priviledge, the opportunity to
fulfill her destiny of serving him.
	Her service was successful. He filled her with cum as she still
squirmed to see the amulet. He considered fucking her again, but he
was suddenly distracted by the thought he could have another the next
time. He stuffed her underwear in her purse and helped her dress
poorly. Her skirt was askew and he had purposely missed buttons and
cross-buttoned her blouse so she looked disheveled.
	Then he threw on his shirt to cover the amulet. He had just
enough time to pull on his trousers and be putting on his shoes when
she wondered loudly where she was. Clearly, she remembered nothing,
but part of the nothing she remembered very clearly.
	"Do I know you?" she asked.
	"Would you ask if you did?" he countered.
	"Then we... Then I... Was I on my way out?" she finally framed a
question out of confused memories, or lack thereof.
	"Yes, I believe you got what you came for," he said.
	She looked down at the way she was dressed, but left the room
without repairing the disarray. It seemed the charm worked on women.
He was distracted by that discovery and not so keen to see if it would
work on men.
	He had been thinking about Megan O'Brien. He constantly thought
of Megan O'Brien. Megan had touched the charm and she was his. He had
let her slip away. He had not given her the chance to do her duty to
the master of the amulet.
	He found the second woman just outside. She was a tall, bosomy
brunette and he was instantly attracted to her body. It was too soon
after his first encounter, but then, it would make it simpler to
simply turn around and go back into his room. He had rented it until
the next morning, he certainly intended to use it.
	"Hi there! Ever see anything like this?" he asked.
	She barely spared him a look. A small, white, chalk-looking thing
was hardly worth it.
	"No, look at it properly," he held it out to her.
	She was going to refuse. Clearly, the attraction was more for
some than others. Then, begrudgingly, she reached out to examine it.
It seemed that its touch did not depend on its attraction. He felt
the urge and knew she was susceptible to him.
	"So now we go in and get naked," he said boldly.
	"Get naked," she parroted.
	She seemed frozen, and then he realized she still held the charm.
	"When you're naked, you'll want to do anything for me, anything
at all. You'll insist," he said as he took the amulet back.
	"I insist," she said, jerking forward as if the charm had a
magnetic pull.
	She took off her clothes staring at his chest. She was quite
everything he saw in her, leggy, large-breasted, with a geometric
curve of hip made more voluptuous by her taut belly. He took her bra
from her and put it on his head. It nearly fit him for a hat. She
noticed nothing of his shenanigans, her eyes fixed on the charm.
	Her first duty was to kneel and lick his cock. He sat on the bed
because he knew it would be a slow process. But he had a woman he
wanted and it was a much more enjoyable use of his time to have her
lick his cock and his balls than to try and find another as good and
then bring her back when he was ready to perform.
	She wanted to trap his cock between her breasts and she wanted to
suck his cock. She had plenty of time to perform all her services
before he felt the stirring again. She was intensely controlled. She
stroked him with her breasts and sucked him in her mouth with the
restraint suited to the best stimulation, but he could feel the energy
underneath, coiled and controlled, that she held back.
	The amulet hung on his chest in plain sight. He told her it would
burn her to keep her hands away, but her eyes were locked on it as she
served his cock. He knew the energy and persistence of her play with
his cock came from that.
	"I want you to have everything," she said as he rose to rigid.
	The first thing she wanted him to have was her lips around the
root of his cock. She demonstrated that several times before he was
fully erect and then worked back to it. Each gulping, slobbering
excursion took her nearer her goal, interrupted by gasping punctuation
before she gobbled his cock again.
	Even when she gained it and held her position as long as she had
breath, he felt her sense of control. Even when she shook her head in
invitation for him to thrust even deeper, he knew she was carefully
preserving him for more.
	He had accepted her homage with his pants at his ankles and she
undressed him, wary of the amulet, which left him to take off his shirt
as she relieved him of the rest. As she did, she tipped him back onto
the bed. It struck him as perfect.
	She was highly motivated, he had seen that in the half hour she
had spent nursing an unresponsive cock. She would fuck him with a
desperate intent and the amulet could lie on his chest to inspire her.
	It was very suitable for her to ride astride. He was, after all,
the amulet's master and should be served. If she could not satisfy him
as well as he would himself by taking her, then... there was only a
flash of her being beaten before his mind moved on to reassurance she
would be even better. She had the amulet to impress.
	It was marvelous. She was more adept at taking him near the
crisis and then backing off than he'd be himself. He had plenty of time
to marvel at, hold and even punish her breasts as she urged him to
strain with pleasure and then saved him for another ascent.
	"Don't stop this time," he told her when she had taken him to the
brink some dozen times.
	"But you haven't had everything," she pouted.
	She was addressing the charm and he had the eerie feeling that
she thought she was fucking it too. He nodded, he wasn't sure why, and
she noticed peripherally or was told by the charm. She took it as
permission to proceed.
	He hadn't had her ass. He hadn't thought about it, really. It
seemed everything about her became clearer as she gripped his cock
tightly and held it to the closed door. He wasn't to climax before
because this was always her intent, he thought as she squirmed
determinedly to force his cock into her sphincter.
	And it was well she had not withheld it. It was the perfect kind
of servitude that said: your great pleasure should be my sacrifice. He
could feel the struggle more plainly than the distress in her face.
	She was forcing a reluctant muscle to accept his cock with much
struggle but no doubt. She was impatient for the discomfort as she
rushed to settle on him despite her rectum's protests. He didn't know
what would come, but she was trying to beat it.
	"Now... now... Now!" she begged the charm, but it didn't relay
her meaning.
	He decided it didn't matter as she settled into a backwards bow
over his groin and moved her ass up and down on his cock. She was going
to serve him and serve him well with the tight band squeezing up and
down his cock and the heat of her bowels bringing his desire to a boil. 
	She howled most pitieously as she rode his cock, but it was a
howl of frustration. She wanted to urge more from her body and was
disappointed in its response. She slammed her ass down on him with a 
vengance, as if she were punishing her anus for its reluctance to
please his cock.
	And in all that, inevitably, and too quickly, she drew his 
physical response. It wasn't brief, and only too quick because of his
enjoyment of her struggle, but he felt regret until the first spurt.
Then she was a vacuum and a storm. He felt her asshole milk him in a
way that was all other stimulation, mouth, pussy and hand, combined 
and yet different from all of them.
	He was spent as she sat down and squirmed as far as she could 
down the length of his cock. She sat there, still breathing hard,
holding him as deep as she could keep him inside her.
	She pleased him. There was a fascination with her form that had
him keep her. He set her to work sucking his cock again so he could
watch her. He pulled her up and exhausted his fascination with her
breasts before he let her go.
	He took her to the door, properly dressed, before he hid the 
amulet from her sight. 
	"... just down the hall with the ice machine," he pretended to
finish some directions when her eyes came into focus.
	She looked at him questioningly for some time. He thought he saw
seeds of memory, but she finally shook off whatever made her pause and
walked away.

	The third drew a knowing grin from the manager, who had certainly
seen the first woman, although perhaps not the second. He grinned back,
knowing the man had no idea that he had the power to bring as many as
he wished to his room.
	He simply took out his lust on this one, which faded before his
erection. He lay back with her lips locked around his cock as she
took care of the physical details and he thought.
	He 'could' have as many as he wanted, lined up for his selection
at a whim. He could require more than sexual relief. He could have
Megan O'Brien. His thought always came back to the one that escaped.
	"Look. I did what you wanted. I thought we both enjoyed it,"
he was cruel to her. "What's the matter now?"
	She was naked and confused. There was the taste of semen in her
mouth. She didn't know how she'd gotten there. He was still lying in 
bed naked, his hand concealing the charm.
	He felt a grim satisfaction watching her upheaval as she gathered
her clothes and dressed hurridly. She looked ready to speak several
times, but then swooshed out the door without another question.
	His hunger outweighed his ability and his sexual desire. He
considered that as he put away the urge to hunt down a fourth. He
replaced the urge with dreams of finding and conquering Megan.
	That was as easy as making up his mind to try. He sensed
something about Megan before she approached him. It was as if she was
waiting for him, searching for him. But that seemed to make sense
since he was the amulet's master.
	She had tasted the power and wanted to serve it as much as it...
he, wanted her to. She walked toward him, her eyes searching about his
collar for a glimpse. He pulled it out for her. She put her finger on 
it and he saw her flinch as he had the same dream he supposed was in
her mind.
	It was all furious, swirling, half-glimpsed images of Megan
swearing devotion, kneeling, offering herself. Ascending a platform
to be whipped, bearing the slash of flaying knives, begging for ways
to prove more...
	"Just follow me home. We'll do everything you want there," he
told her.
	It was so gentle - weak, he criticised. Yet he could not work up
the rage he felt was appropriate. He had said they'd do what she
wanted. Those weren't the words of the amulet's master. And still he
felt something hold him back from anger.
	Megan was holding something as well. She walked in and began
discarding her clothes even as he closed the door. There was a line
of garments down the narrow hall ending in naked Megan sitting on his
sofa. It was as if they had somehow shared his will.
	"It will suck everything good out of you and discard the husk,"
he warned as her hand sought the charm. "One touch and then you will
be turned away."
	He didn't know why he had changed the warning. It was, however,
most effective. It seemed her dread of its - his, rejection was greater
than her desire to touch it. She put her hand down and contented
herself with staring at the charm.
	She only needed him naked to break the trance. Like she had
taken off her clothes unbidden, she came and sat at his feet when he
was naked. She waited for the slightest nod to bend forward and take
his cock in her mouth.
	He felt she had been programmed, or sent dreams and visions, and
he only needed to grant permission. She was serving the amulet and
he was serving... That was silly. She was serving him, and if she had
some impulse what he'd require, it was more likely she had been
hearing his dreams and been programmed by them.
	With the power the amulet had already demonstrated, it did not 
seem at all unlikely to him that the master of the amulet might be
able to reach into minds from afar. He was the master of it, and it
was him they served.
	Megan O'Brien - naked Megan O'Brien, his mind could wander since
she knew his desires. He could think of the carrot-red hair like a
halo of fire around her round face and large blue eyes. He could
consider her soft mounds of breasts and her slim form and the bramble
of red between her legs that inescapably drew the eye when she stood
naked in front of you. She was pink, with a tendancy toward freckles,
and lovely and desirable.
	Even as he thought it, Megan forsook his cock and straightened
up on her knees. Strangely, as if any of it was normal, she was looking
into his eyes and not at the amulet. He nodded to see what she
intended.
	After hesitating, as if he had set her a puzzle too hard, she
tried to climb over him. He thought he understood her disturbance.
He was poorly placed for a woman with legs to seat herself on his
cock. He put his hand on her to stop her, and then led her to his bed.
	She crawled up like a cat, but instead of curling, she flopped
over and lay on her back with her legs as wide as she could set them.
He was still captured by the sight of her rear switching like it was
a tail and it took a moment more for him to absorb the angle made
by her legs with her red-crowned sex at the apex.
	He climbed over her with great satisfaction at the thought of
making her his. She waited in the position where she had dropped, her
eyes following him the only movement in her body. He positioned himself
between her legs and reached down with his hand to stroke a clear, damp
path to the folds of her sex through the tangled fire that guarded
the entrance.
	Again her eyes were looking up into his as he set his cock to
the place and pushed into her. He fancied he could see his progress in
the brightness of her eyes. They grew wider, brighter as his cock went
deeper into her. He thought he could feel not only permission, but
longing in the expression they fixed him with.
	Perhaps it was that musing or the greed to capture what he had 
long sought, but he hadn't been paying attention. He felt it on one
of his first return strokes as he began to move over her. 
	It was a surge of undecipherable content that ran through his
core. It was not like pain nor unlike it. And it did not run down his
spine, but some place more central in his body. It attacked him in a
swipe and made him jerk fiercely into Megan.
 	She seemed to arch up at the same instant and they met in the
air over the bed, for a moment entirely joined. In that moment he felt
no sense of place, or indeed awareness of anything but Megan's warm
sheath and his cock hugged in its grip. Then he felt a brief jolt that
made him pull back.
	He felt the amulet bang into his chest with a weight beyond its
mass. He had been startled nearly upright and the amulet continued to
bang against him as he thrust into Megan. He deduced the source of the
phenomenon at the same time he remembered his omission. He hadn't
thrown the amulet over his back out of the way in his rush to take
Megan. What he felt must have been the amulet contacting her flesh as
he wore it.
	He thought no more of it. He was too well engaged. He flipped the
amulet to his back and again lowered himself toward Megan to fuck her.
It was satisfaction worthy of driving thought before it. He had no need
to trouble himself when all seemed balanced and bent on succoring his
every desire. Megan sighed most contentedly as his cock moved in and out.
	As he struggled to the crisis, she grew restive. Her eyes had
stayed on his, reflecting gratitude and pleasure, but now they showed
conflict and doubt. He slowed his thrusts into her and her tension
eased.
	"You want more time? Is that it?" he asked, but she didn't reply.
	"Did you want something else?" he asked again and her hands came
up to stroke his chest in reply.
	He withdrew his cock with regret and waited for her to re-adjust 
herself. She laid there. He was struck with a bolt of fury at her
unwillingness to communicate, but mastered himself as it passed and set
to solving her riddle. If she did not move, then it was his position to
be adjusted, he reasoned. There was only one other way he thought he
could be of use.
	He laid on his back beside her. Whether from experience or from
another cause, he brought the amulet to the front where she could gaze
on it if she wished. She responded to the new position. Then Megan was
over him and seated as easily as if they had started in this manner.
	Her eyes were again happy and grateful as she rose and fell on
the stiff rod of his cock. Her hips developed a swing, settling him
deeply within her with a backward movement as she descended and raking
him stimulatingly as she swung forward when she rose. Her pleasure in
pleasing him was familiar, but he found himself quite involved in the
skill with which she performed.
	As she grew wanton and uncontrolled, her eyes were fearful and
determined rather than doubtful and there was no uncertainty in the
way she drove her hips down on him. It seemed she feared his completion
but was dutifully seeking it nevertheless.
	On his chest, the charm seemed to cackle as she worked so hard
to bring him to the crest. When he surrendered to her fury, she slammed
down with his cock fully trapped and her hips were obsessive in the 
front to back movement that had invaded her hips before.
	It was above all satisfactory and a little below that, grand. He
felt more of the warmth and ownership he had felt when he had first
beheld the naked Megan, only with more satisfaction and perhaps
intensity as he lay with her beside him.
	He was not restless, surprisingly so, since this was the time
when he had pressed himself whether to begin again or to discard this
one for another in his experiences before. He felt like he knew, she
knew, or they would be guided. He did not trouble himself. Worry had
no place in the master of the amulet.
	Impatient, she took his hand and placed it on her breast. Again
she held his eyes and gave him encouragement when his hand roamed her
skin. Megan's breast, Megan's belly, Megan's untamed patch of pubic
tangle; he inventoried it quickly and then went back to explore and
enjoy each sight at his leisure. Megan's eyes approved.
	It was as if there existed a history that he never knew. Megan
was a pretty girl, a saucy girl, one he had noticed, and, perhaps, 
mentally undressed and fucked, but it was in passing. As his hands
touched her, her felt some long lost love, as if they had been parted
in childhood and now reunited. And he felt lust- a deep needy lust
to have this one- this very one- in every unspeakable way he could
use her flesh for his joy.
	As those feelings rose, so did his blood. Megan had been waiting,
or perhaps was alerted to the change. Her hand reached for him- not his
chest where the amulet lay- but between his legs to grip his lazily
stirring cock. It was well he had such desire for her, he thought, as
she had proved so eager- and suited- to serve.
	She was perfect beyond the need of control, he saw as she urged
him onto his back and then took up a place between his feet. Her legs
were folded under her and she bent down as if in adoration to take
his cock in her mouth and restore it to use her. She worshipped his
cock with lips and tongue in her worshipful pose.
	He felt the warm assurance of his lordliness mixing with the
blood that raised his cock in her ministering mouth. It was sex he
wanted, surely, but he did not need ignore the pleasure of his control
in the pleasure of his flesh. Nor should he forsake any other pleasure
his thrall could bring him...
	He was weirdly erect. The jump from barely stirring to jutting
stiffly had been barely a blink. His cock was rigid and ready to use
before it seemed there was time for it to even rise. That was no
matter. Both he and Megan responded to his readiness.
	She lifted from sitting on her heels to her knees. It made her
seem to loom uncomfortably over him, although her head only came to
his navel. He noticed his cock was pointed at her breasts, but they
were too small to fuck, as he rolled from under her.
	She waited on her knees and it was no riddle this time. He was
to enter her from behind. As he wondered what port awaited him, he
found his cock had already chosen the lower entrance as he was once
again deep in her sex. The congress of the cow, the bitch, the vixen,
of all who offered their pleasure with a raised hindquarters; it was
right for the master to take her this way.
	He began rather as in the middle, thrusting hard and deep into
her offered haven. His dominion rose to compete with the stimulation
of her wet, warm sheath for motive in his pleasure. She was, Megan was,
all women were, but Megan in particular, for him to enjoy, for his
pleasure, for his whim.
	The amulet spread warmth in his chest. It was not merely warm
as it skittered on his skin. Where it touched and the skin around it,
spreading from the touch grew warm as he plunged his cock into his
kneeling servant. From the warmth grew his need. Penetrating Megan
with his cock, to the depth it reached, was not enough. He felt the
urge to drive farther, past her flesh and lodge the instrument of his
pleasure somewhere in her vitals.
	Megan began to cry out as he slammed harder into her, but even
at his most brutal her cries seemed to encourage, welcome his accepting
her sacrifice, as if that was the pleasure for her.
	The rest passed unnoticed, or at best unremembered. He knew,
vaguely, that he had finished with her and she had dressed before she
had gone off. But even that he could not bring into his mind as an
image or even a proper memory.
	"Oh - hi," Megan greeted him.
	He looked down to check. The amulet was out of sight. He still
had the sense it was what drew her. He knew no other reason she would
seek him.
	"Listen, did we..." her voice was low and her eyes flicked side
to side before she continued, "... fuck last night?"
	"Don't you remember?" he asked, wary of confession.
	"That's the weird thing. I do," she said with obvious confusion,
"I just don't remember anything else- like how we got to bed or how I
got home... or why..."
	"Why you'd let me near you?" he accused, "Do you think I forced
you... or tricked you?"
	"No, no... nothing like that," she retreated, "It's just... I
hardly know you, but what I remember seemed like it was so natural...
you know, like we'd done it before - a lot."
	"You were very eager," he said, choosing his words to deflect
her suspicions and indirectly compliment her, "I certainly was very
happy with how comfortable you felt and how enthusiastic you were."
	"I'm not complaining. I'm just confused," she said quickly. "I
just don't remember."
	"I'm not sure I can explain," he told her. "We were talking and
one thing led to another... you took my arm... I was surprised that
you were so familiar, but you are quite beautiful and I wasn't going to
question."
	As he started, it became easier to improvise a story he thought
would satisfy her and at least begin to explain her memories.
	"We were undecided," he went on, "You rejected my suggestions
and then offered your own when I had exhausted mine. I admit I was
quite shocked, but not so much a fool to question why you might offer
what I could not help but want."
	She was troubled by his version, but seemed to accept it. He had
seen the same look on other women when his explanation left them with
more questions than answers. He wondered if they too had clear memories
of what they had done but not why.
	"Then we really did... everything I remember?" she asked.
	"We'd have to go over your memories and compare them to mine to
find out, wouldn't we?" he asked. "If we are to do that, then perhaps
we should be in private, and perhaps wearing less."
	She blushed at his intent, but didn't turn away. He had the
inspired realization that she was blushing at her own boldness. After
all, they were discussing an evening of her complete servility and
eager giving herself.
	"No - I'm sure we did," she said, "The memories are too real.
But... it was so unlike me. And I still hardly know you."
	"There are only gaps in your knowledge, like in your memory," he
said and took on a tone of confidentiality. "You do know me better than
all but a very few in the most intimate areas. It's only the mundane
and surface bits you're lacking."
	She found that impossible to refute and nearly as hard to accept.
She herself had spoken of it as familiar and even natural. He could
understand her quandry, because her mind could not conceive the true
cause. It was outside her experience, indeed the experience of the
bland world as a whole.
	"I take it you regret last night?" he said to shake her from her
confusion.
	"I... ah... well... that's the problem. I don't know if I should
regret it or be happy," she said. "They are... um, happy memories...
but disturbing. These things should have a place and I don't know
what place they're in."
	"Then perhaps you must decide on what you know," he suggested.
"It seems you have the choice of happiness or regret. Perhaps you 
should decide which you prefer."

	It was confusing in the extreme. There was so much to be confused
over. It was a revelation that memory remained of the acts while the
motives were wiped clean. That was more interesting than troubling and
the least of things.
	Megan being drawn despite fear and worry was more engaging. He
wondered if the others roamed looking for him as she did. Were there
others, at least a dozen by now, seeking explanation for their lewd
acts with him? Would they find him and descend on him in a group?
	Most troubling was his ease with Megan. He recalled his feeling
of being prompted to speak gibberish when he first discovered the
amulet's power. It seemed that had become a whole dialogue put in his
head as his conversation with Megan went on.
	He was nowhere near as glib as he had been, twisting and weaving
her uncertainties to his wishes, on his own. It was as if the amulet
was addressing her on its... through him.
	Suddenly a larger issue loomed. What did Megan do now? She had
walked away without closure. She was to repeat her performance; he was
sure of it; he had suggested it. Yet he did not know how that would
come about. Again she had gone without that assurance.
	"Show it to me."
	Megan was fierce and wild in his doorway. Her flame of hair was
unruly, parts uncombed so that it did resemble fire surrounding her
head. Her eyes were as intense as the heat her hair represented.
	He had only the presence of mind to retreat so that she followed
him past the door before he pulled out the charm. Her eyes went misty,
loving, when she saw it. She was calmed. He left it where she would
know it was there when he went to close the door behind her.
	When he turned back, she was the same, save her eyes had shifted
their adoring gaze to his own. He took her hand and led her to the
bedroom. It seemed strange this was their only interest.
	Not the only, only the gateway, he found himself thinking. He
wasn't sure why it occurred to him at that moment. There were dim
thoughts, dire thoughts that came to him but seemed to swirl off in
a mist. He'd felt them before, but always as out of reach as they
were now.
	Megan was unwrapping. A single tie held her single garment
closed and she untied it and stood naked for him. She slipped off her
slippers was was clad in nothing but skin. She waited for his
inspection and he knew his part to prompt her further.
	When they were both naked, she came to him, on her feet and not
her knees this time. She stopped only when their bodies met and then
threw her arms about his neck when he kissed her. He was holding
her close.
	Some time later he felt an ache. He moved his thigh gingerly
to readjust and give Megan access to his balls. It was distinctly 
later than her arrival, but he knew nothing more except the tickle
of Megan's tongue on his scrotum.
	His back felt scarred. There were red marks on his chest, lines
like claw marks to each side of the amulet. When Megan looked up at him
as she came out of the concealment of his crotch to pull his cock into
her mouth, her left eye seemed discolored.
	He didn't know the meaning of it. Soon he didn't care as Megan's
mouth seemed to magically restore his desire as it wiped away the
questions. He watched his cock disappear. He remembered another who
struggled and persevered to push her lips to the root.
	With Megan there was no such bother. Her eyes met his as he saw
his cock rest on her tongue and then shifted down as her mouth took
in the head. It was the only excess motion as her mouth went down
until her face was flat against him and his cock was held entirely
in her sucking embrace.
	She rested there, slave to his cock, for some time before rising.
Her eyes captured his at the same point and she pulled back until his
cock was again clear, resting on her tongue. She repeated it. The pause
showing she had relinquished it all was short and her lips against
his groin lingered several times longer. Between was a smooth descent
and a smooth, if slightly slower, ascent. There was no panic for breath
even though it seemed she would exhaust her supply as long as she
lingered with his cock completely encased.
	She repeated it as automatically as a devotion and as she went
on, it occurred to him that she would go on until he gave her a sign to
stop. He debated for some time. It felt good in some way beyond the
feel of her lips moving on his skin and his cock burrowing in her
throat. It was confirmation of what he was due. Her willingness was
merely proper respect and the least she should do for him.
	But the lips and her throat took a toll. His cock accepted the
attention alertly, but soon he wanted more. With curiosity as much as
any other motive, he beckoned her. He wanted to see what she would
surrender to him that would show more devotion.
	She again lifted from sitting on her heels to her knees. Again
she seemed to loom uncomfortably over him, her head still only reaching
his navel. She waited on her knees and it was less of a riddle he was
to enter her from behind.
	Again there was no decision when he was behind her, but this time
his cock smashed against the bright pink starburst of her anus. She
reacted in horror, but horror at the difficulty he had breaching the
puckered muscle. Her hands flew back, leaving her to totter unsupported
as they pulled her buttocks wide to force her ass to accept him.
	Her face fell into the pillow with a plop and somewhere in her
change of position and her hands demanding her asshole open, he felt
the breach and surged forward to enter. Her cry was triumph, yet still
streaked with a shrillness of pain. He felt a chill deep behind the
amulet on his chest.
	How could it be sacrifice if it was easy? The chill was a rebuke
of his own failure to understand. As cruel as it was to deny them the
chance to serve, it was as cruel to not allow them to show the depth
of their devotion with their pain.
	Her asshole was hot and unrelenting. Each surge met the same
resistance and took the same force to overcome. He had jabbed some six
times, sometimes painfully for himself, before he felt the curve of
her buttocks against the joints of his thighs. 
	Her ass quivered under him and he realized she was trying to
thrust it back, but could not bring the force needed to accomplish her
wish. He pulled back and stabbed again. This time it was not finding
the force necessary. This time he heaved and drove his cock in her
with excessive force.
	This time she was still. He wondered if she had found the limit
of her devotion, but she was not retreating, only holding firm for him
to use as he wished. He pulled back and stabbed, pulled back and
stabbed until he drove into her ass as easily as she had taken his cock
down her throat. He pulled far back and thrust far in, enjoying the
animalness of it as much as the grip or the heat.
	When he finished in triumph, she turned and crawled to him like
a beaten dog, casting her eyes up at him for permission to suck the 
cock that left her asshole torn and bleeding. He smiled as he allowed
her. The image of her submission clearer and more satisfying that the
sensation of her mouth or her tongue, licking him, sucking him clean.
	She wanted him again in the night and he let her. He let her
suck his cock until he gave her a drink of semen. Then he turned away
from her and went back to sleep.

	When she had left and how she had emerged looking like the night
had not occured was a mystery. There was only a slight brightness on 
the left side of her face that cosmetics did not cover to attest to 
their night. She was as unconcerned with him and as unaware of him as
she had been before the charm brought them together.
	Strangely, he did not find it strange in all the strangeness he
had experienced. It was as if the amulet was again draining his worry
as it had before he discovered its more esoteric powers.
	Strange was his slow recall of moments he didn't know he had
lost. Their kiss had become combat. He was crushing her as her arms
tightened to threaten to break his neck. She was lifted off the
ground and yet she propelled him back onto the bed.
	There she attacked, clawing and biting. She sat astride him,
bouncing on his cock as she attacked and he fended her off by throwing
his arms to his side and letting her wreak whatever havoc she wished.
	He could not capture the thought, the feeling, only the image
as he recalled his refusal to protect himself. It warred with being
the master of the amulet, but he knew he was capable of greater 
understanding some times than others. There was perhaps a reason that
he did not grasp in retrospect, one that had been wiped away with
the memory as it happened, as he now saw only the image and could not
see the reason.
	The tide had turned at some point. He saw himself wrestle her
beneath him, but she still looked to be the agressor. This was where
the bloodlines on his back were made, as he fucked her like he was
the drone and she the queen.
	In the fury that seemed to be climax, he lifted her, her legs
scissored around him as he pulled her hips off the bed and drove into
them where they hung in the air. She arched as he surged, her breasts
violently flying with the combined commotion. Then, it might be when
he came, he saw him raise his arm and deliver the teeth-rattling slap
that left the mark that still lingered.
	She kicked at him most vigorously in reply, but then calmed. She
threw him on his back with unnatural power and then went to take the
position he remembered finding her in, before the blank was filled
by the silent video of memory returning.
	It was strange to see it. He knew it was how it must be for
those he captured... but not him. He was the master. Yet.. He was 
distracted by a different memory. It was a clue to how but not why.
They had come together in a kiss. Again the amulet touched both their
flesh. He felt irritation at forgetting that detail and his interest
in why slipped away...
	Perhaps she had stolen a key. He found Megan waiting inside when
he came home. She was still dressed for the day, still groomed and her
hair neatly combed. He opened his mouth to scold her presumption when
he saw the other.
	Her eyes darted from her to him and back but otherwise she was
still, her hands clasped on her knees. Without thinking, he brought
the amulet out to rest on his shirt and walked to her, bending so it
dangled in front of her eyes.
	"Touch it," Megan told her quietly.
	When she did her mouth opened in awe. He didn't know what she
felt or saw, but his own mind was again flooded. This time there was
no joy, no bright image. It was a dark rush of grim stone and blood
and the wail of torment.
	He pulled away. The charm had done its work. The other girl sat
quieter, no longer seeming concerned with them. She seemed to be 
listening to music only she could hear.
	"Is she for me?" he said, his voice sounding strange.
	They were the first words he had spoken to Megan here since one
long ago question on the first night she came to him.
	"For us," Megan spoke her first words in his home.
	He was briefly concerned that he had no idea what to do with two
of them, but his concern faded. He found he was looking to Megan to
begin. As if his thoughts were orders, Megan stood and took the other
girl by the hand. He followed as Megan led her to the bedroom.
	He wondered as Megan undressed the girl. There was nothing wrong
with serving him by presenting him with a gift, but it niggled that
Megan seemed so self-motivating. Knowing it was silly to think he
knew what to expect, he still would have expected them both to stand
docile and strip side by side.
	The girl was a worthy gift. She was pale and framed with black
hair, her breasts slightly larger than Megan's and capped with brown
nipples. Her hips were boyishly slender, but their junction revealed
the surprize of a child's naked pubes.
	Even turned to him, she did not face him or the amulet, but
turned her head toward Megan. They stood some time in this impasse
before he waved his hand at Megan with a demand for her to undress.
	She did so gracefully, layer after layer of clothes and
underclothes coming off smoothly, but with no urgency. There was 
something different about the way she became naked. Then, without his
own naked body as a trigger, Megan led the girl to the bed.
	He was the master of the amulet. They were to serve him, he
pouted. Megan positioned the girl. Her arms were bent slightly at
the elbows, hands resting along the sides of her belly. Her knees
were up, feet flat on the bed and her legs open wide.
	His temper improved as he saw Megan lie beside the girl and
comfort her like a sick child. At least her manner was like that of
comforting a sick child, he amended as he undressed. He didn't think
comforting sick children included the soothing touch of hands on
their breasts or between their legs.
	He watched for a while before going over. There was no increase
in the touch. It was like the comforting hand on a fevered brow but
Megan was applying it to all the girl's skin, concentrating on the
erogenous zones. The girl seemed comforted, even dreamy, even when
he thought she might be disturbed by a woman's hand on her sex.
	Perhaps it wasn't a woman's touch that bothered her, he thought.
He was willing to see how she responded to a man. He went to the bed
with the intention of getting between the raised knees, but Megan
guided him with her hand on his cock.
	It wasn't the same. She wasn't soothing his cock, she was
stroking it. She stopped all attention to the girl and turned it on
him. She sat up, which put her where she could kiss his nipples, lick
his belly and bend down to kiss the head of his cock or draw tickling
little circles on it with her tongue.
	She held his cock with both hands, or cradled it and stroked it,
or stroked it as her other hand cradled his balls. She pulled it, 
encouraged it, and all the time her lips were exploring him. He was
erect quickly, but she was not done. She heaped her ministrations on
him and he accepted them in tranquil happiness.
	The girl was unperturbed by either his proximity or that Megan
had forsaken her. She lay quietly where she had been placed, staring
straight ahead. 
	Megan pushed him at her. It was actually a slight nudge, only a
sign that he was to take her. He was eager for it, but had been happy
in Megan's hands. This time he remembered to throw the amulet to his
back before he took his place between the raised knees.
	The girl moved so slightly that he hardly called it movement as
he entered her. Perhaps it was to better align them, he thought.
Otherwise her stare was blank and any motion, like her breasts rolling
up and out, came from the impetus of his own thrusts into her tight
little body.
	It was slightly disturbing, like fucking the dead, but she was
warm and living and, he came to think, a perfect model of serving.
She was yielding, unprotesting and there for him to use as he felt
fit. He could fuck her as he wanted, he thought as he jabbed harder to
see how far he could make her tits fly, and use her any way that suited
him.
	He had become playful, toying with her, when Megan joined him.
He was jarred when she pushed his knees open with her own, that felt
perverse, but feeling the wiry tickle of her pubic hair on his rear
was like a premontion of delights to come. It was when he felt the
hot, hard circles of her nipples touch his back...

	He'd been in her ass and she'd fought him. He knew the feeling
in his cock. Why then was she so eager for more?
	A strange shadow was on him and he noticed one of the lamps was
missing. Then Megan sucked very hard and he gasped and turned back to
her. She was sucking very diligently. He wondered if she intended
to make him cum in her mouth.
	He was sitting against the headboard with his ass inches from
it. His legs were spread out so Megan had access to suck his cock. It
was a bit strange. He wondered whose ass he'd been in. It seemed
there was another...
	Megan was turning around, backing to him. She was holding his 
cock and backing onto it. That was an ass. It was very tight and being
mercilessly forced down his hard cock. He wasn't comfortable with it,
he could only imagine how it felt to Megan.
	Then it was fine, at least for him. She was nearly down to the
root and he wasn't being bent or having the skin pulled. She was 
rocking up and back now and the skin slid with her even though the
grip of her sphincters was still prohibitively tight.
	She rammed back and took it all and they both groaned. She didn't
pause there but worked fervently in a twisted squat to move her ass
for him. She might have been a strange red-headed machine but for the
tiny grunts that escaped her from time to time as she fucked her ass
on his cock.
	It was all still too unreal. He couldn't ignore the tight grip
of her ass traveling up and down, at least a short distance, on his
cock, but there were nagging things distracting him in tiny niggles
as she did.
	Then her head went down until it was nearly on the bed between
her heels. He felt Megan cant forward and then stop. He was puzzled,
more so than ever, and then her hand waved back, reaching for him.
He took it and she yanked.
	She had flowed out smoothly until she rested almost fully on her
belly on the bed. Her pull made him clumsily follow so he was laying 
over her. The almost of almost on her belly was that her hips were
tilted and raised just a bit. It gave him a cushion to land on and 
make his penetration of her ass seem even deeper.
	The passive part had been confusing, but delightful. It seemed
she meant to change that to lustful. He began to explore, but Megan
rebelled. Her ass came up so decisively that she banged his testicles
and he felt queasy. He stabbed back in revenge.
	That was clearly her intent. He felt the backs of her thighs
flex as she held her position for him to drive into her. Part joy, part
fear of another butt in his balls and part desire to placate her, he
responded with all the power and weight he could muster.
	He was disappointed and a bit surprised at how little of this
brutal drilling it took to make him cum. He was not disappointed with
the fire he felt as he came in the nasty little fuckport that he had
so manly subdued.
	Megan clenched her ass when he was the deepest and collapsed
flat, pulling him with her. She continued contracting the muscle,
seemingly as often as she could, while he lay on her. It was only 
when there was no more point and the contractions were forcing him
out of her ass that she shrugged him off and then turned around to 
crawl down and lick his balls and cock and everything in the general
area.
	He meant to ask her what happened to the lamp, but he forgot.

	He would have been better off never knowing. It was the stupidest
thought he could have. That was probably why it was allowed. If he 
could get the amulet off, he would have thrown it away.
	He was still its master all right, master of being manipulated.
	He couldn't take it off. He wanted to. He tried. He couldn't.
Maybe it knew it had him now. Maybe he was insane thinking a chunk of
rock controlled him. But everything was clear now and nothing was 
diverting him with other issues when he came near the problem.
	It was the part he'd lost. The reason his dick felt like it had
been in an unwilling asshole. And he wished that had been the worst.
	He'd been here before. This time Megan was on his back with the
charm. This time it wasn't as simple as Megan fighting for dominance.
This time it was as dark and grim as the visions.
	Megan had helped him fuck the girl, but she hadn't let him cum.
That was for later. That was for after the girl was put on her knees
and he slammed his cock up her ass. 
	Megan shouldn't have been, couldn't have been in control because
she was beside them on the bed. Megan was beside them with the cord
of the missing lamp, whipping the girl whenever she protested his
cock tearing her rectum. He tore her brutally. Megan had many 
opportunities to whip her.
	The girl was bloody and helpless. She must have been helpless
because she stayed on her knees and didn't run. She was clearly in
agony, filled with fear and terror and just as disturbed by his cock
fucking her as the rest. His only explanation of the pictures in his
head was the amulet- or he was mad.
	Megan licked up the blood and kissed him. He responded warmly.
However he could excuse his part as lesser, it was clear he was not
resisting. Their little blood ritual seemed to revive him after
fucking the girl's bleeding ass.
	They were a team if the only use he seemed to have was his cock.
Megan couldn't fuck the girl like he could. Perhaps semen was required.
	It was a vain attempt to minimize his part, but he had to make
the attempt. It was too horrible to admit his participation without
seeking every mitigating excuse for his behavior.
	The girl fried. Burns like gunpowder burns dotted her everywhere,
but congregated, like Megan's hands had been before, on her breasts,
thighs and genitals. There was some arcane knowledge how far apart
to keep the wires of the lampcord to prevent a short as Megan touched
them to bare flesh and made the girl shudder.
	He had no excuse. It looked like glee on his face as he invaded
the poor victim as soon as the current was lifted. It looked like
supreme pleasure to judge his own face, but he felt fortunate not to
recall the feeling.
	They were a team, a horrible, not bestial, because beasts were
not so cruel, but demonic team. There was a terrible dance of shock
and thrust, coming ever quicker in precise timing. Flail, fuck, spasm,
fuck, jerk, fuck, it was terrible to see that he had climaxed from 
the torture of the girl.
	As he saw what had happened, he could find relief only in the 
fact that they did not eat her flesh. It was more evil than he could
imagine- at least until the memory returned -that he had, in fact, done
it all.
	He wiped his cum on her and Megan took her away. At least he was
spared her final disposition, but that was faint relief because his
mind conjured terrible ends and he feared that his mind had not reached
the truth any more than it could imagine what he remembered.
	The amulet would not come off. Why could he not see that before?
Why did it not disturb him more that it was always with him even before
he hung it like a millstone around his neck? Why did he not see the
abuse in the power it gave him? He was sorry now, now that sorry was
not near enough.

	He didn't need to wonder why his mind was so clear. He didn't 
need to question why his thought did not stray off when he had
questions. Answers wouldn't help him. He knew what was coming and he
accepted it. He deserved it.
	"You will never see it."
	He knew that.
	"You may still feel it."
	He didn't care.
	It could be a fate worse than death. Good. He deserved a fate
worse than death. He knew the amulet's intent. He knew it was always
its intent, but it was frustrated with him.
	Megan put out her hand.
	It was the one catch. It was his fault what the charm had done to
her, would do to her. The damage had been done, like the damage he had
done and it seemed the charm had already turned to her. Could he stop
it? Could he surrender and save her?
	Was she worth it? Was there something in her that made her want
to wield the power with all its bloody intention? Did she not mind, or
would she be as horrified as he had been when he knew?
	And should he become evil to save her, would she be saved when
he watched her heart beat its last in the rib cage he tore open? It
seemed to matter if they had souls because neither was likely to
survive no matter what his decision. 
	Her hand was in front of him.
	He didn't care. It was a burden.
	It came off easily. There was plenty of room in the thong for
it to slip over his head. He held it out and let it settle in her
hand. Her smile was terrible to see.
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