Keywords: M/F anal, oral Author: W R Jenkins Title: The Charm Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal. This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange 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. ###