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Subject: Demon Amulet 1 (setup - no sex)
Date: 18 Oct 1995 12:12:20 -0400
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Author's Note: This is the story of a young boy who finds an
ancient amulet which imprisons a powerful demon. It is a story of
corruption starting small and working it's way to greater things. As
such, the initial sex content will be relatively small and vanilla (in
fact, the first chapter is nothing but set-up). Eventually, it will
work up to incestuous and finally to a nearly pure state of evil. The
old adage, `power corrupts' is a central theme and is to be taken
very literally, as the demonic power is actively corrupting young
Billy. This is also this author's first story for posting, so please
take
that into account if you want to flame me. (And if you do flame
me, please be specific in your criticisms. Generalizations do no one
any good. And please post them to the discussion group, not the
story group.)
* * * * * * * * *
This story is fiction intended for mature adults. It contains graphic
descriptions of sexual acts. Do not read this if you are a minor or
easily offended. (In fact, I recommend you exit this directory/group
if you fit in either category.)
There is no safe sex in this story. This either means that the
characters are idiots or the story takes place in a universe without
sexually transmitted diseases -- take your pick.
The author by no means endorses non-consentual sex, mind-control
or making deals with demonic forces. That would be bad. (And if
you're a little fuzzy on the whole good/bad thing, watch
Ghotbusters.)
I wrote this story for myself, but you are more than welcome to
make copies of it for yourself or repost it as you wish, so long as it
is unchanged. I also apologize in advance for any spelling or
grammatical errors which have escaped my notice.
You are even welcome to write additional chapters yourself, so
long as they are kept separate from mine and stay true to the
characters.
NOTE: All comments enclosed in `single quotes' are mental, not
verbal, communication.
* * * * * * * * *
Demon Amulet by NGB
Chap 1 -- A Discovery (setup - no sex)
On the second to the last day of their vacation, twelve-year-
old Billy was exploring his ancestor's castle in Germany. True,
Billy's branch of the family had left Germany for America a
hundred years ago, but Billy's grandfather had always tried to keep
close ties to his roots. This trip was basically part of Mom's
attempts to fill the void left by Dad's death. (Or she was trying to
find a piece of Dad somewhere. She was still having problems
accepting his death.)
Mom had made it clear that they were leaving on a plane the
next afternoon, and no amount of pleading could change it. So
Billy had to cram all the rest of his exploring into this last free day.
He worked his way from the modernized areas, with heat
and running water, to the old, crumbling darker passageways. He
was certain he could find a secret passage to a hidden treasure
trove. As he went along, he would occasionally stop and press on a
strange looking rock or turn a torch fixture on the wall. Any adult
could have told him that such things only happened in movies, that
he was being foolish.
Luckily, no one had told him that. Lucky, because he
actually found something.
It was an old metal ring set into stone in a lower part of the
old castle. Billy had decided that no ring would reveal a secret by
pulling down, or it would give up it's secrets every time it was
used. So he tried turning it. Nothing. He trid pulling and pushing
it. Nothing. Finally, he tried pushing up.
*Click*
It nearly scared him out of his wits. He hurriedly looked
around to make certain he was alone, then went back to the ring.
Pushing it up again did nothing, but when he leaned against the
section of the wall it was attached to, it gave way.
The wall swung inward revealing a small room.
Shining his flashlight into the room, Billy saw a number of
old books (in German, of course) and a small, dusty glass case.
The books didn't interest him much, as he couldn't read them. The
case, however, had an odd looking amulet and chain inside it.
He lifted the cover off and took it out. It was a solid iron
circle, with four triangles jutting out at the top, bottom and sides,
with a pentagram etched in the center.
As he was studying it, a voice sounded in his head. It
obviously wasn't his own, since it forced out his other thoughts to
make itself heard.
`Who are you?'
Billy literally fell backward with surprise and shock. He
dropped the amulet and scrambled back a few feet.
`You are blood of my master, or you could not have
awakened me. Is my master dead? Who are you?'
The voice was clearer now and less intrusive.
"I'm Billy," he said aloud, his voice cracking slightly.
"Who... what are you?"
`I am the servant of my master and those of his blood. Is
my master dead?'
"Who's your master?"
`My Master...'
The voice paused, unsure how much to reveal.
`I was... created by Wilhelm Wagner, ruler of these lands.'
"Wow. What are you really? I mean, are you really the
amulet or are you trapped inside there somehow? Are you a genie
or a ghost or something?" Billy crawled forward, examining the
amulet without touching it.
This is but a child, the voice thought to itself. It knows
nothing of me. If I wish to avoid the nothingness again, I must not
frighten him.
`I am the poer of the amulet,' said the demon. It was
unable to lie to one of Billy's blood, but deception by implication or
omission was entirely different.
`Is my master dead?' the voice asked once again.
"Yeah, I guess so. I kinda remember Mom saying there was
a Baron or something called Wilhelm a few hundred years ago who
built the castle. He was a famous warrior or something."
`So my master is dead, and I have lain unused for hundreds
of years.'
The demon paused, considering. The boy was of the blood,
but young and inexperienced... corruptible.
`Will you be my new master?'
"Uh, sure. I guess I can be. What can you do?" Billy's
mind was flooded with thoughts of genies and magical wishes.
`I know the thoughts of others and can control them, unless
they are dedicated to another of greater power.'
"Okay." Billy was somehow disappointed. He had grown
up on stories of genies and elves granting wishes. But he couldn't
wish up a palace or even an ice cream cone. Still, there was a lot he
could do. He could read his teachers' minds and find out the
answers to tests. He could find out whether a girl liked him enough
to go out with him. He could make all the schoolyard bets he
wanted and use the amulet to help him win (or rather, make his
opponents lose). He could use it to be a government agent and
interrogate spies. Or he could be a spy himself and make sure no
one ever suspected him. He could... Hmmm. Maybe it wasn't that
much of a let-down after all.
"So, like, how do I use you?"
`Wear me about your neck and I will respond directly to
your thoughts. You may command me to perform a task or ask for
my advice, and it will be done.'
"Is this one of those three-wishes deals, or can I use you as
many times as I want?"
`So long as I am in your possession, I will obey you for as
long as you live. If I am taken from you by one of your blood, I
must obey them as long as I am in their possession. I I am taken
from you by one not of your blood, they will die upon learning my
true nature.'
"Cool. But does that mean that, for instance, my Mom or
sister could use you too."
`Of course not. I can only be used by men.'
What kind of fool was this boy... or rather, what kind of
world did this boy grow up in, that he would even consider a
woman being allowed to wield power? Well, he would know what
strangeness this world held as soon as the boy picked him up and
the demon could search his mind. (He could not affect the boy's
mind as he could the minds of others, but reading it was no
problem.)
With only a brief hesitation, Billy picked up the amulet and
draped it around his neck.
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Subject: Re: Repost: Demon Amulet 2 (f,teen,dream)
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Subject: Demon Amulet 2 (f,teen,dream)
Date: 18 Oct 1995 12:23:59 -0400
From: ngb10243@aol.com (N G B10243)
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This story is fiction intended for mature adults. It contains graphic
descriptions of sexual acts. Do not read this if you are a minor or
easily offended. (In fact, I recommend you exit this directory/group
if you fit in either category.)
There is no safe sex in this story. This either means that the
characters are idiots or the story takes place in a universe without
sexually transmitted diseases -- take your pick.
* * * * * * * * *
Demon Amulet by NGB
Chap 2 -- Back Home (f,teen,dream)
Billy hadn't taken the amulet off except for when he had to
walk through the metal detectors at the airport. The amulet had
said it could make the guards ignore any alarms, but Billy didnt
want to take that chance.
On the other hand, he had been forced to tell the amulet to
make Mom and Cindy (his sister) ignore the amulet. He didn't like
forcibly changing their minds like that, but he wasn't about to let
anyone know what he had... except maybe Chris, his best friend.
He hadn't decided yet.
They arrived home just a couple days before school started
up again. The first thing he did was get together with Chris.
As they lazed around Chris's room, surrounded by comics
and various action figures, Billy popped the question.
"What would you do if you could read minds?"
"Telepathy? Yeah, right. You've been reading too many of
your Mom's gossip magazines."
"No, really. What would you do?"
"Well, I'd ace all my tests. Take all the answers out of my
teachers' minds."
"I already thought of that. I mean in general. What would
you do with your life?"
"I dunno. Maybe I'd be a spy, except there's not really
anyone good left to spy on. I could read the minds of a bunch of
stock brokers and company presidents and make a lot of money on
the stock market."
"Yeah. But what about right now. And what if you could
control minds too?"
"Well, as long as we're dreaming, I'd take over the world."
Chris paused. "Naw. It'd be too much trouble. I'd probably just
take over a city or state. You know, that way I can still do
anything I want, but I don't have to worry about the problems of
the whole world."
"You sure do think big. Me, I don't really want to own a
whole state or anything."
"Maybe you're right. What's the point in owning something
if you can just take anything you need."
"But that would be stealing."
By now, the demon was practically frothing at the mouth
(figuratively speaking) to enter the conversation, but he had been
ordered not to `speak' to Billy until he left Chris' house. How was
he to corrupt the boy if he couldn't offer suggestions on an
ocasion such as this.
Then inspiration struck (which is rare for demons). His
orders prevented him from communicating directly with Billy, but
Billy had said nothing about indirect communication... he carefully
reached out to Chris' mind...
"No it wouldn't. Look, it can only be stealing if whoever
you take it from presses charges. And you could make it so they
won't."
"But it would still be stealing."
"Not if you made them want to give it to you. In fact, you
might be doing them a favor. You know how some people like to
give stuff away so they can get tax breaks? They could probably
just write off anything they give you on their taxes."
"Well, maybe. I'll have to think about it."
"You could also get any girl you want. Wouldn't it be neat
to see Amy Pressman naked? If we could control her mind, we
could make her strip for us."
"That would be mean. She'd hate us, even if she couldn't
do anything about it."
"Sometimes it's fun to be mean." Whoops, thought the
demon. That might be a little much at the moment. Corruption
needs to progress in small steps or it will be recognized and
avoided. "Anyway, we could make her forget about it, so we'd be
the only ones who knew. Or we could make her fall in love with us
so she'd want to do it."
"I dunno. I'll have to think about it."
At the point, the demon could see the seeds had been
successfully planted in Billy's mind and had started to take root.
Billy was seriously ready to consider his options. The demon
quietly withdrew from Chris' mind.
"Hey, man," said Chris finally once again in control of his
own thoughts (though he was never aware that he hadn't been),
"You're talking about this like you could actually do it. You're not
a comic book mutant you know."
They spent the rest of the afternoon playing Sega.
Unfortunately, though fascinated by them, the Demon was unable
to affect video games, so Billy ended up losing most of the time.
That night, Billy dreamed a very vivid, demonically-inspired,
dream.
Amy Pressman was in her cheerleader's uniform. Her long
smooth legs led up to a short skirt which flew up whenever she
spun around. Her tight top showed off her large breasts ( well,
large for a 14 year old ), with nipples erect and visibly poking
through the tightly stretched top.
She was in the middle of one of her sexier routines, in the
center of the gym. The gym was empty but Billy could hear all the
other students like they were a cheering section in the stands.
Whenever she shook her chest, rolled her hips seductively or did
the splits, the cheers increased.
She seemed to notice the cheers as well and started
responding to them, giving them more of what they wanted. In
fact, she started stripping. First to go were her pompoms, quickly
followed by her skirt and top.
Dressed only in her panties and sports bra, she danced her
way up to Billy. The crowd going wild, he reached out and
unsnapped her bra. It fell to the floor, and Amy turned around,
giving Billy his first view of her breasts. Her pink nipples stood out
proudly and stiffly at the tops of two lovely white hills. Gyrating
her hips and shoulders slightly, she motioned Billy closer and
cupped her breasts as if offering them for his inspection. He
reached out and touched a nipple. She shuddered and moved closer
to him, begging for more contact.
Reaching out with both hands, he cupped both breasts,
grasping the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Squeezing and rolling them slightly, her head started thrashing
wildly.
Her long red hair now covered most of her face, but her
eyes burned through staring at Billy with undisguised lust.
Her hands grasped his and guided them down to her panties.
With a strength and violence that surprised him, Billy tore them off.
Nearly deafened by the cheering, he knelt and examined her pussy.
Hmmm. Her hair, sparse though it was, was definitey brown. She
wasn't a natural red-head! Billy paused to wonder how he knew
that cunt hair indicated natural color, but the moment passed. He
ran his fingers through the small wisps of hair, letting his fingertips
slide up and down her crack below.
She pushed him aside and grabbed a baton from somewhere.
She was never very good at twirling, but that wasn't why she
wanted it. She placed the small end of the baton at the entrance to
her cunt and braced the other end against the ground. Then,
looking straight at Billy, she started to sit down, slowly pushing the
baton up into her tight virgin pussy, moaning in ecstasy, then
screaming his name...
Billy woke up with a start to find his cock spurting out cum.
He quickly grabbed some Kleenex from his bedside table and wiped
himself off. Sneaking to the bathroom, he flushed the tissues and
wiped himself down with a rag.
Back in bed, he was able to consider his dream. He had to
make it come true. He would use the amulet to make her love him,
then make her forget about anything they did together.
The demon was angry with himself. True, he had
completed the first real step in his seduction of Billy, but he had
given something away. Billy barely knew that girls had pubic hair.
Of course he wouldn't know about cunt hair revealing a girl's
natural hair color. The demon hadn't thought about that when he
examined Amy's mind from afar. Stupid! If Billy saw that Amy's
pubic hair matched his dream, he might realize something strange
had happened.
Hmmm... There was no time to have her color her pubic
hair to match the rest, but there was still time to correct the
problem. He reached out to Amy Pressman's sleeping mind...
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Subject: Demon Amulet 3 (mf,yng,oral,mc)
Date: 18 Oct 1995 12:24:01 -0400
From: ngb10243@aol.com (N G B10243)
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Newsgroups: lt.sex.stories
This story is fiction intended for mature adults. It contains graphic
descriptions of sexual acts. Do not read this if you are a minor or
easily offended. (In fact, I recommend you exit this directory/group
if you fit in either category.)
There is no safe sex in this story. This either means that the
characters are idiots or the story takes place in a universe without
sexually transmitted diseases -- take your pick.
* * * * * * * * *
Demon Amulet by NGB
Chap 3 -- Amy (mf,yng,oral,mc)
The next day was the first day of school. Since it was a
small town, all 12 grades were in the same building. Billy was just
starting seventh grade, which meant that he had to change
classrooms for different subjects (a first for him). But his mind
wasn't on classes (not that anything of import was presented on the
first day).
He couldn't get his mind off of Amy Pressman. Two grades
ahead of him. Already dating. A year away from a learner's
permit.
But she wasn't in any of his classes! Arrrgghhh!
How could he tell her to meet him after school if he
couldn't find her. Maybe...
`Amulet?' he subvocalized.
`Yes, Master?'
`Could you find Amy for me?'
`Yes, Master. But if you wish, I can simply compel her to
meet you wherever you wish right now. I do not need to be
physically near her.'
`Really? Okay. Have her meet me... Can you make the
coach keep the baseball locker room unlocked and empty after
school?'
`Yes.'
`Okay, then do that and have Amy meet me there after
school gets out. But don't let anyone miss her or go looking for
her.'
`It is done.'
A couple hours later, te final bell rang. Classes quickly
emptied as students hurried to their lockers. Then the hallways
emptied as they loaded onto buses and into cars.
Billy felt like a thief or criminal as he snuck to the boys
locker room. Seeing the vice-principal walk by carrying a ring of
keys, Billy quickly had the Amulet make sure he could get out of
the building later.
Opening the door to the locker room, he saw a lone figure
standing in the middle of the dark room. Turning on the lights, he
saw Amy, turning to greet him, a blank expression in her eyes.
`Amulet...' Billy paused. `Do you have a name? I mean,
I'm getting tired calling you amulet all the time.'
The demon considered. His kind usually had many names.
He himself had been called by over 20 different names in different
languages and cultures. He chose an ancient Babylonian name,
which seemed the least threatening. `At one time, I was known as
Marduk.'
`Mardook, huh? How about if I just call you Mar?'
`As you wish, Master.'
Billy turned his attention back to Amy. `Mar, could you
make her, you know... more lifelike and not such a zombie.'
`Would it be sufficient to make her a loving slave?' This
was a specialty he had cultivated under Wilhelm.
`Uh, yeah. I guess so. Just so long as she doesn't
remember anything afterwards.'
`As you wish.'
Amy suddenly came to life. She was a bit startled and
looked around, confused. Then she saw Billy, and her face lit up.
"Master!" she practically squealed in delight.
She rushed over to Billy and knelt down, grabbing his hand
and holding it to her cheek. She wouldn't raise her eyes above his
waist and was practically purring as she rubbed her cheek against
his palm.
Extremely confused, Billy just stood there. `What did you
do to her, Mar?'
`She is now a simple being. Her greatest pleasure will come
from pleasing you.'
Billy hesitantly reached over and lightly strokd Amy's
beautiful, long hair. Amy responded warmly, with a purring
"Mmmmmmmm."
He gently tilted her head up and pulled her to her feet.
"Amy?"
"Yes, Master?"
"What... what would you like to do?"
"I want to make you happy, Master."
"What would you like to do to make me happy?"
She looked momentarily confused. Mar quickly read
through the hesitation in Billy's mind and sent appropriate
instructions to Amy.
"I... If you please, Master, would you like me to take off
my clothes?"
"I... uh... yeah, I guess so."
"Thank you, Master," she twittered.
Taking a reluctant step back, temporarily away from her
Master's touch, Amy started to disrobe. Deciding to make a little
show of it, she slowly pulled off her dark T-shirt, wiggling slightly,
giving Billy the first come-on look of his life.
Billy was slightly stunned. He had seen a few naked women
in old Playboys in Chris' basement, but they weren't real. They
were just pictures, pieces of colored paper. Amy was flesh and
blood. Amy was real. Amy was beautiful. Amy was his.
A small bra covered her young tits. They jiggled slightly as
she bent over to pull down her jeans and remove her socks. She
tossed the jeans and socks on top of her shirt.
Amy shyly looked up at her Master, hoping he liked her,
praying he liked her. His attention was completely focused on her.
She shuddered. If he didn't like her...
Trembling, she reached behind her back and unsnapped her
bra. Slowly, she let it drop to the floor. Without looking at her
Master, fearful of his rejection, she quickly dropped her panties to
the floor and stepped out of them.
She held her hands over her crotch in embarrassment. For
some reason, she had felt compelled to shave her pubic area this
morning. Not knowing whether her Master liked hair or bare skin,
she was scared he would reject her.
Without looking up, she felt Billy move closer to her.
"Amy? May I...?" He reached out his hand to her.
He was coming to her?! Her Master liked her! "Oh,
Master, please!!! I am completely yours."
His hand slowly reached out to her left breast. As he
touched her, a warm feeling slowly spread through her. Her Master
was touching her. Her Master...
Billy was both scared stiff and excited beyond belief. A
beautiful girl was not only letting him touch her, she was begging
for it.
He felt her small soft breasts carefully, lightly fingering her
nipples, sending spasms of joy and lust through her young body.
With one hand, he cupped her left breast as if weighing it. Her
young tit was the perfect size to fit in the palm of his cupped hand,
with her nipple drilling it's way into his palm. With his other hand,
he lifted her chin so that he could look her in the eye.
"Amy, do you know what French kissing is?"
"Yes, Master. I did it once with... with someone else."
"I don't know what it is. Well, I've heard about it, but I
don't really know much about it. Would you show me?" Which
was true. He had heard it mentioned and knew it had something to
do with open-mouth kissing, but that was it.
"Yes, Master," she said excitedly.
She moved to him, caressing his face. Opening her mouth
slightly and tilting her head, she brought her lips to his, gently
prying his lips open with her tongue. He felt her tongue searching
his mouth, playing with his tongue, encircling it, exploring his
mouth. It was weird, but it was really beginning to turn him on.
Just as he started to get into it, he had to break off to breathe.
"Was that all right, Master?"
"That was great, but how do you hold your breath so long?"
"I breathe through my nose, Master."
Duuhhh. Billy felt like an idiot. `Mar, don't let her
remember that,' he quickly instructed. An easy way to avoid
embarrassment.
`She has forgotten already.'
"Amy, what else have you don with other guys?"
"I once let a guy lick my slit, and I once let a guy stick
his...
his thing in my mouth. He came all over my dress, and I never did
it for him again."
Billy was suddenly extremely nervous.
He took a small step back and looked at his iron-hard dick
bulging under his pants. Maybe... Should he make her suck it?
His eyes wandered to her bare slit. She had been covering it
before and his eyes had been glued to her tits, but he had thought...
"Amy, I thought girls had... you know, hair down there."
Amy turned a deep red. "I shaved it off. Please don't hate
me!" She was suddenly crying in great, heaving sobs. "I don't
know why I did it, I just... I just..."
He moved closer and held her shoulders. "Amy, it looks
beautiful. You look beautiful. It's just that I've never done
anything like this before, so I'm still learning. Okay?"
She sniffled a little. "You mean... I'm your first? Oh,
Master!" She threw her arms around him shoving her tongue into
his mouth again, drawing his tongue into her mouth. He hesitantly
put his arms around her back. Her skin was so smooth. Dropping
his hands, he caressed her smooth, round, perfect ass.
Amy had decided that she was going to be his first for
everything. Her Master was everything to her. Her job was be
everything to him. And she could still give him the most special
sexual gift any woman could give a man... her maidenhead. But in
the back of her mind, she knew he might release her before she
could give it to him. And that was unacceptable.
She gently broke off the kiss.
"What's the matter?"
"Master, make love to me... please, Master."
He froze, staring at her. His hands, no longer caressing her.
His eyes open in shock, but obviously considering the offer.
She tentatively reached for his shirt, and, when he made no
move to stop her, lifted it over his head, tossing it to the side.
Amy kissed his mouth,no tongue, and slowly slid down his
body, worshipping it with kisses as she went. His chin, his neck, his
chest. (She never even noticed the Amulet, but nonetheless
avoided it -- an interesting trick.) She paused to slowly suck at his
nipples. He shivered, not knowing whether he liked it or not. Her
tongue left a trail of moisture down to his navel, where she paused
to tongue it thoroughly. Once again, he shivered. She moved on
down with her tongue while her hands worked at his belt.
"Amy, I don't know if..."
At this point, she lowered his jeans and underwear, reaching
his penis with her tongue. Her long slow lick up the underside of
his dick effectively silenced him.
As she went slowly, tantalizingly up the length of his 5"
boycock, she found she no longer found fellatio disgusting. She
actually found herself wishing to taste the milk from her Master's
penis. His semen was the most intimate gift he could give her.
How could it ever be disgusting? Then again, the first time she had
done this, it hadn't been her Master's cum. How could anyone
else's penis ever compare to her Master's?
She gently engulfed his cock, taking about 2/3 of it into her
mouth, suckling at it like it was her mother's tit. She swirled her
tongue around the head, dipping the tip into his urethra. Her hands
came up, caressing his testicles gently.
She felt his hands come up to her hair, running his fingers
through it, caressing her face.
"Amy, I think I'm going to come. You better take it out if
you don't want it to... uh... come in your mouth."
She reached around, grabbing his tight beautiful ass, holding
him closer, determined to drink his come.
"Amy! I'm about to..."
She felt his testicle sack tighten slightly, and suddenly, her
mouth was filling with her Master's delicious cum. She hurriedly
drank it down, determined not to waste a drop. Licking her lips,
then moving on to his cock, making sure it was clean and empty.
Billy couldn't believe it. Amy Pressman, one of the prettiest
girls he knew, just gave him a blow job and swallowed his cum!
As a bit of a delayed reaction, his knees started to buckle.
He backed up a couple feet against the lockers, pulling his cock
from Amy's lovely lips and slid down to the floor. Amy crawled
over to him and took his cock into her warm, wet mouth again. As
she sucked, trying desperately to keep him hard, her hands
wandered down to his shoes, pulling them off, followed by his jeans
and underwear which had been bunched at his ankles.
Billy couldn't believe that Amy wanted more. But as he
looked at her beautiful, young, slim figure, bald pink cunt and pert
little nipples, he found that he wanted more too.
But still, if he did... IT... with her, she would lose her
virginity. And whether she would remember this or not, she would
know that she had lost it. It wouldn't be fair to her.
But her mouth felt sooooo gooood.
"Amy," Billy gasped out, "right now... you don't care... but
tomorrow... you'll be upset... you won't have... your virginity... it
should be... up to you... not..." Oh, God, that felt good!
"I can't... make you do it..."
Somewhere, in the deep recesses of Amy's mind, she
understood that she was under his control. But that didn't matter.
She couldn't imagine herself feeling any different even if she wasn't
under his influence.
She took his penis from her mouth to speak to him,
punctuating her statements with little kisses. "Master, let it be my
choice. I cannot imagine not choosing to make love to you,
whether I am your slave or not. Let me give myself to you. Let me
love you."
Billy almost lost control then. Almost gave in and gave her
what she wanted. But he still couldn't shake the feeling that the
only reason she could possibly want him was the Amulet.
`Mar, did she love me... would she have loved me without
your influence.'
The Demon paused, consiering. His answer must be true,
but must also lead Billy to fuck the little wench. `Master William, I
cannot know the future. I cannot know what might have been. But
I do know that there was a chance, perhaps a good chance, that she
would have loved you.'
The Demon chuckled to himself. In his condition, Billy
would easily believe it to be true. And there was indeed a chance.
Of course, there was also a chance he would have married the
Queen of England (just not a very good one).
As the Demon expected, it was enough to push Billy over
the edge.
Billy lifted Amy's head to his face, looking deep in her
beautiful blue eyes. "Amy, I will be happy to make love to you."
He looked around. The cold, locker room floor was hardly
conducive to intercourse, but they had no where else to go. Or did
they?
`Mar, is the building empty yet?'
The Demon scanned the building, finding only a couple
janitors emptying trash and straightening desks. `Only cleaning
servants remain. If you wish, I can easily guard you from their
attention.'
`Thanks.'
"Amy, let's get our clothes." Her face fell, but she listened.
"This isn't a very good place to... do it. The building is pretty
much empty, and I'll keep us safe. I thought we could move to the
nurse's room or an office with a couch."
Amy's face lit up, and with a little squeal of glee, she
hurriedly piled up both their clothes in her arms.
They cautiously made their way through the dark and empty
school, Billy leading the way, Amy following with eyes properly
downcast. It felt weird, walking around those familiar halls in the
nude, but Amy trusted her Master implicitly, and Billy was doing
his best to live up to Amy's image of him.
Soon, they reached the administrative offices. Hard chairs,
a desk and coffee tables in the secretary's office. Padded chairs,
desk and nicer coffee table in the vice-principal's office. Nicer
chairs, nicer desk, no coffee tablesin the principal's office. Damn.
As they started going to the nurse's station, with it's
uncomfortable but padded table, they passed the conference room.
With a large leather covered table! (The conference room was
actually nicer than the offices!)
"Here," Billy said, pulling Amy into the conference room.
He took the clothes from her arms and dumped them on the floor.
Placing his hands on her bare hips, feeling a little shiver run across
her skin, he lifted her onto the table.
Letting his eyes run down her body, followed by his hands,
he realized that he hadn't really seen her bare pussy yet. He hadn't
had much more than a glance. Gently pushing her down on the
table and spreading her legs, he knelt to inspect her virgin cunt.
There was a small mound at the joining of her legs, just
about the right size to cup with one hand. The mound was split
with a small pink line running down the middle. Her cuntlips didn't
quite meet, and Billy could barely see another layer of very pink,
almost red, flesh inside. He carefully pried the outer lips apart and
peered into Amy's most personal and most sensitive fleshly
possession. Her inner lips looked like they were lower than the
outer; they were slightly smaller and started a bit lower. In fact,
there was something odd about where they met at the top. A little
bud was coming out of a little sheath. It kinda reminded him of
what Chris' uncircumcised penis looked like when it got erect.
(They had looked at each other's penises last year because Billy
wanted to see one that wasn't circumcised and Chris wanted to see
one that was.) But it was a lot smaller. He reached out and
touched it, making Amy jump.
Worried that he might have hurt her, Billy looked up at her.
Her eyes were closed and her lips formed a silent moan. He
touched it again, watching the expressions twist her face. It sure
didn't look like he was hurting her.
"What's this little bump here?" Billy asked, lightly strokig
it at the same time.
Amy's heavy breathing made it difficult to reply. "It's...
ah... ah... it's my cli... my clitoris... oh... thank you, Mas... Mas...
Master."
"Clitoris?" Billy wondered aloud, still stroking. "Is that the
same as a clit?"
"Yes... oh... oh..."
He looked back at the little bud. He always thought the clit
was supposed to be inside. Or maybe that was the... something
spot. That spot that was supposed to drive women wild. Then
again, her clit seemed to be doing that job just fine.
Leaving her clit alone for a moment, he carefully pried apart
her inner lips, peering inside, trying to see where he was supposed
to put his penis. There was a small, tight hole, but there was no
way his dick would fit in that. Then again, it was getting pretty wet
and slick.
Using his left hand to hold her cunt open, he carefully tried
to insert the forefinger of his right hand. It was tight, but it wasn't
nearly as hard to stick in as he thought it would be. He got it in to
one and a half knuckles, wiggled it around a bit, and left it inside
her. Her vagina was so hot and wet. The lips seemed like they
were almost trying to suck him inside.
He pulled his finger out and looked at the juices glistening
on it. Tentatively, not really sure he wanted to do it, he stuck out
his tongue and brought the wet finger to his mouth. Weird. There
wasn't really enough to get a good taste, but what he did taste
was... well... he wasn't sure.
Billy had heard about cuntlicking. Girls were supposed to
like it, but guys sometimes made fun of other guys who were
rumored to do it. Well, no one would ever know.
He bent down, holding her vaginal lips apart, tongue
extended, ready to lick.
Amy was in heaven.
Her Master was going to make love to her, take her
virginity.
But first he was examining her. She prayed he found her
acceptable. But his mere touch excited her, making her wet.
His finger, his stroking was taking her to another world.
Then he stopped.
After a moment, she hazarded a glance down. Her Master
was removing a finger from his mouth and moving his face down to
her cunt.
"No!" Amy cried horrified, placing restraining hands on her
Master's shoulders.
He looked up at her, shocked.
"But I thought women liked to be licked down there."
"I... I..."
Amy paused to think. True, she had liked it when... that
other boy... had licked her. It had felt weird, but good.
But ever since her Master had taken her as his, cuntlicking
seemed... demeaning. It was below Him. She didn't know why,
but it was wrong for her Master to dirty Himself by licking her
down there.
Billy was slightly confused and saw similar confusion on
Amy's face. Why would she be confused? Maybe... `Mar, did you
do that?'
Mar looked into Billy's mind. Billy was just curious. He
didn't think of cuntlicking as demeaning as Wilhelm had. Wilhelm
had detested the very thought of licking a woman's nether lips.
And so Marduk had worked it into his basic slave programming,
which he had, of course, applied to Amy. Mar, of course, had
strongly approved of Wilhelm's dislike. Women were not to be
given pleasure; they were to give pleasure.
`My previous master did not like it and so instructed me to
make his women dislike it. As I had no opposing instructions, I
simply continued with what I had been told to do.' The truth, but
the truth presented as if Mar was no more than a machine to be
programmed.
`Well, don't do that anymore. And make it so Amy will let
me... do it.'
`As you wish, master.' If he was lucky, this would be no
more than a minor setback.
Once again, Billy moved down toward Amy's cunt.
Glancing up at her face, he saw some confusion, but she made no
move to stop him.
She quivered as his tongue met her inner lips, starting at the
bottom and slowly dragging itself up to her lit, which now stood
out, proudly and prominently.
She still tasted weird, but... to be honest, Billy didn't care
for the taste one way or the other -- not sweet, not fishy, it didn't
fit any of the descriptions he had heard. Still, it got nice reactions
from her. He licked her again, this time circling the tip of his
tongue around her clit, enjoying her shivers, squeaks and moans.
He continued for a minute or two, trying to fit his tongue up her
hole.
Well, it was kinda fun licking her, but his cock was bobbing
urgently, upset by the lack of attention paid to it.
It was time to fuck.
He stood up and gently moved her all the way onto the
table, as if she was on display, her legs splayed out and her arms
stretching above her head. Her breasts looked smaller somehow,
flattened a bit by her stretching. Still...
Billy crawled up on the table, kneeling between her legs,
moving slowly down to take her nipple in his mouth. After a
moment of suckling, he moved up to her face, French kissing her
sweet little mouth enthusiastically. He felt his cock rubbing her
belly and pubic area.
Finally, he reached down to try to insert it into her vagina.
Hmmm... he couldn't find her hole. He sat up and spread her
cuntlips open. There it was. Holding the lips apart with one hand,
he used the other to slowly, carefully guide his rock-hard cock to
her cunthole.
The head of his dick slipped inside as he applied pressure.
"Ohhhh, Master."
Billy echoed her sentiments. He held still for a moment, just
feeling the incredible sensations of her burning hot, sopping wet,
tight cunt.
Slowly at first, then increasing in speed, he pushed his cock
into her, violating her depths half an inch at a time. After of minute
of shallow fucking, slowly getting deeper and deeper, he felt his
cock come up against and break through a small bit of resistance.
Amy jumped slightly and her face screwed up in pain, but it
didn't last. illy held still, looking with concern at Amy. But she
opened her eyes and gave her Master a wide smile. Little tears
dripped from the corners of her eyes as she thanked him from the
bottom of her enslaved heart.
Billy kissed her gently and started fucking again. A few
strokes later, he was fully inside her, his sparse pubic hair rubbing
against her bare mound.
His pounding gradually got more and more urgent as Billy
got closer and closer to ejaculation. Amy noticed this and tried to
catch up, so that she could orgasm with her Master. The pain of
losing her maidenhead had made her "drop behind."
Finally, Billy thrust into her and held himself frozen for a
moment, shooting his seed into her depths. Amy, upon sensing her
Master's climax and the ejaculation of her Master's holy seed,
immediately had a mind-shattering orgasm.
Billy drew back and pounded into her a few more times,
spurting semen, before collapsing on top of her. Afraid he might
hurt her, he rolled off to the side, reluctantly pulling his cock out of
her cunt with a wet *pop*.
Amy had nearly passed out from pleasure, but was slowly
working her way back to earth.
"Thank you, Master," she whispered.
They lay still, basking in the moment for another five or ten
minutes.
Finally Billy, feeling a bit drained, got off the table and went
over to his clothes. He was about to put on his underwear when he
realized that his cock was still dripping wet. Looking around, he
spotted a small stack of napkins by a coffee machine. He wiped
himself off and tossed the napkins in the trash.
After he pulled on his underwear and socks, he looked over
to where Amy was, sprawled out lazily on the table, watching him.
"Come on. It's time to get dressed."
"Yes, Master." She reluctantly got up and walked over to
her clothes, wagging her hips seductively. He actually felt stirrings
in his cock as he watched her. But he had already come twice
within an hou or so. He didn't want to press his luck.
Billy watched Amy clean herself up with the napkins... well,
she cleaned up the outside. She left his cum deep in her cunt,
shivering at the thought that she might bear her Master's child.
(True, she knew that pregnancy was unlikely at this point in her
cycle, but she could still wish for it.)
Billy finished dressing, then turned to face Amy, who was
pulling on her T-shirt.
"Amy, I'm going to have to turn you back like you were
now..."
"NO!!!!," Amy nearly screamed. "Don't take me away
from you." Suddenly her eyes were fully of tears, and she was on
her knees beside him looking up at him.
"But, this isn't really you..."
"I don't care. I want to love you for the rest of my life.
Don't make me forget you."
Oboy. Billy wasn't prepared for anything like this, and the
buzz from his orgasm was still clouding his thoughts.
"Okay, okay. I'll... see what I can do." Amy, tears still
streaming down her face, nuzzled her cheek into his palm.
`Uh, Mar, can you... uh, make her so she acts normal but
remembers all this and stays in love with me like this?'
`Yes, Master William. She will act just as she always did,
but she will remain your... love slave in her heart.' The demon was
pleased. True, the young bitch wasn't yet in her true place, but
Billy was going to keep her a slave in secret. A definite step in the
right direction.
`Okay, thanks.'
"Okay, Amy. Come on. Just don't tell anyone about us, all
right?"
"Thank you, Master. I shall remain silent for as long as you
wish."
She stood up and took his hand in hers. As they walked
out, Billy glanced at the clock above the lockers. Damn! He was
supposed to be home an hour and a half ago. At least they both
lived within walking distance.
Billy kissed Amy good-bye, promising to see her tomorrow.