demonic amulet

Chapter 1: Discovery

When the last two days of the vacation are over, Billy, twelve years old, is exploring an old castle in Germany where his ancestors are located.

Indeed, it had been more than a hundred years since Billy and his family, this side of the family, had relocated from Germany to the United States, but all that time Billy’s grandfather had tried to maintain contact with the family.

The trip, basically, was made by mom to get out of the void that she had been left with after her father’s death. (Perhaps, she was trying to discover bits and pieces of her father’s memories somewhere. To this day, she still can’t accept his passing.)

Mom had made it clear that the next afternoon, everyone would be on a plane on their way home, and that could never be changed.

So, in these last few days, Billy even added breaks to his exploratory itinerary.

He started his work in the modernized area, and with the heat and flowing water, reached the dilapidated corridors.

Billy is certain that he has discovered a hidden channel to a mysterious treasure.

He walked straight on, occasionally stopping to step in front of a very strange looking rock, or turning his head to look at it. The flames of the torches fixed to the wall seemed to be shaking.

Any adult would have told him that it only happens in movies and that he was fooled by them.

Luckily, no one could tell him that. Fortunately, too; for he did discover things.

It is an ancient metal ring placed in the rock below the castle.

Billy had thought it through, and maybe pulling down the metal ring wouldn’t reveal any secrets, or maybe, it would reveal its secrets every time it was used.

So he tries to turn it, nothing; he tries to pull and push it, nothing. Finally, he tries to push up.

Kala…

If he hadn’t been alert enough, he would have almost been startled. He looked around nervously to make sure no one was around before returning to this metal ring.

Pushing it again didn’t happen much, but, as he leaned into the wall again, a pathway appeared.

The interior of the wall revealed a small room.

Turning on his flashlight, he entered the room, and of course Billy saw a lot of old books (which is par for the course in Germany) and a smaller, dusty glass case. The books didn’t interest him much because he couldn’t read them.

However, there was an oddly molded amulet and chain within the case. He opened the window door and removed the items.

It is a solid iron circle, protruding at the top with four triangles, and at the bottom and next to it, centered with a pentagram etching.

As he was studying it, a voice sounded inside his head.

It’s clearly not his own thoughts, because it crowds out his other thoughts to make themselves heard.

‘Who are you?’

Surprised and shocked, Billy fell backward. He dropped the amulet and took a few steps back.

‘You are my master’s blood, but you have not yet been able to awaken me. Is my master dead? Who are you?’

The voice was a little clearer now, and didn’t sound as threatening.

“I’m Billy.” He said aloud, his voice slightly faster.

“Who… and what are you?”

‘I am a servant of my master with his blood. Is my master dead?’

“Who is your master?”

‘My master…’ The voice paused, unsure of how to express itself.

‘I was… made… by the ruler of the continent, Wee Ham Wangal…’

“Huh.”

“What is your true nature? I mean, are you this amulet itself; or, are you sealed in it for some reason?”

“Are you a spirit, or a ghost, or something else?” Billy crawls forward, examining the amulet but not touching it.

‘It’s just a kid’, the voice said to itself. He doesn’t know about me.

If I wished to avoid another abandonment to nothingness, I could not shock him.

‘I am the power of this amulet’ said the demon.

It can’t lie to Billy’s blood, but if it’s by implication or omission, that’s different.

‘Is my master dead?’ The voice asked once more.

“Well, I guess so.” Billy said, “Earlier I remember mom saying that a hundred years ago there was a baron (or something else) named Wilhelm; he built this castle.”

“He’s like a famous warrior or something.”

‘In that case, my master is dead, and I lie here unused for centuries.’ The demon aborted its speech and considered.

The boy was of his blood yes, but he was young, inexperienced, and… easily corrupted.

‘Will you be my new master?’

“Uh, sure.” Billy said, “I think I might be. What can you do?”

Billy’s emotions flip-flopped, remembering the legendary wishes of genies and magic.

‘I know the minds of others and can control them unless they are consecrated to another, greater power.’

“Wow.” Billy was a little disappointed for some reason. He’d grown out of those elf and goblin wishing stories, but he hadn’t been able to wish for a palace, or even an ice cream. Still, there were many things he could do. He could read a teacher’s mind and figure out the answers to a test.

He can find out if a girl likes him enough to go out with him. He can enter all the school betting tournaments he wants and use the amulet to help him win (or, make his opponents lose). He can use it as a government agent to interrogate spies. Or, he can be a spy himself, making sure no one ever suspects him.

He could… hmm. Maybe that’s not a disappointment at all.

“Eh, I like that, how do I use you?”

‘Hang me around your neck; I will communicate directly with your mind.’ The voice of the amulet kept coming: ‘You may order me to perform a task, or seek my advice; all these are possible.’

Billy asked, “This is just one of three wishes, or can I use you as many times as I want?”

‘No matter how long it takes, I belong to your ownership, and I will be subservient to you for as long as you live! Should I be taken by one of the same blood as yours, I must obey them as if it were their ownership; should I be taken by one not of your blood, they will pay with their lives for learning my true nature.’

“Yeah.” Billy said happily, “But does that mean that, say, my mom or sister can use you too?”

‘Of course not.’ The amulet said: ‘I can only be used by men.’

What kind of a fool was this boy… or what kind of world did he grow up in? How could he even consider allowing a woman to operate the power?

Very well, when the boy picked it up, it magic could learn the wonders of the world from the boy’s mind. It could not affect the boy’s mind as it could with others; but just reading minds, that was no problem.

A brief hesitation, Billy picked up the amulet and hung it around his neck.

Chapter 2: Homecoming

Billy didn’t take off the amulet except when he had to walk through the airport metal detector.

The amulet said it could cause the guards to ignore any alarms, but Billy didn’t want to take that chance.

On the other hand, he was forced to ask the amulet to make his mother and Shanti (his sister) ignore it. He didn’t like the idea of forcing them to change their minds like this, but he didn’t want anyone to know that he had the amulet…

Except, perhaps, for Chris, his best friend, who was still undecided.

They arrive home two days before school starts and the first thing he does is party with Chris. They were lazing around in Chris’s room, surrounded by comics and modeling figures, when Billy sent out questions.

Billy asked, “If you can read minds, what can you do?”

“Transmutation of the mind?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Chris basked, “You’re reading too many of your mom’s gossip magazines.”

Billy argued, “No, really. What are you trying to do?”

“Good.” Chris laughed: “Taking all the answers from the teacher’s heart, I have an ace up my sleeve for all the exams.”

Billy said, “I’ve already thought of that one. I mean in general terms. What do you want to do with your life?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m cut out to be a spy, unless no one is good enough to be worth scouting. I can read the minds of a bunch of stockbrokers and company presidents and make a lot of money in the stock market.”

“Yes.” Billy nodded: “And now what. If you can control the mind?”

“Great, just like a dream, I can control the world.” Chris aborted his speech.

Halfway through the day, Chris said, “It’s too much trouble to control the world, I could probably take over a city, or a state. You know, I can still do whatever I want, but not have to worry about the world’s big problems.”

Billy said, “Are you sure you want to do something big? I… I don’t plan on actually owning a state or anything.”

Chris said, “Maybe you’re right. There’s no point in owning something when you can take whatever you need.”

Billy said, “But that’s stealing.” At this moment, the demon was almost foaming at the mouth; it even wanted to go ahead and interrupt and participate in this conversation, but it had been ordered not to speak to Billy until he left Chris’s house.

However, if it could not offer advice on such an occasion, what method was there to tempt the boy to fall. Then it had an inspiration (which is extremely rare for demons).

It was under orders that prevented it from talking directly to Billy, but Billy didn’t mention any restrictions in terms of indirect conversation, and it carefully reached its magic against Chris’s mind.

“No, it doesn’t.” Chris said, “See, it’s only stealing if you’re forcing someone. If you don’t, then they’re not.” Billy was still in doubt: “But it’s still stealing.”

“Not if you can make them actively want to give it to you.” Like a viper, Chris spat out sweet seduction, “In fact, you may have done them a favor. You know, how some people get tax deductions by making donations? They might be able to check off anything provided by their tax donations.”

“Very well, perhaps.” Billy’s expression faltered, “I’ll have to think about it.”

“You can also get any girl you want at the same time. Like that Emmy Prysmian, wouldn’t it be wonderful to see her naked?” The demon unleashed another wave of seduction, “If we control her mind, we can make her strip naked for us.”

“That’s mean.” Billy countered, “Even if she can’t put up much of a fight, she’ll hate us afterward.”

“Sometimes being mean is fun.” The demon thought so, his heart cheering loudly. At the moment, it might be just a little… The pace of depravity needed to be taken in small steps, otherwise it could easily be recognized and avoided.

“We could make her forget about it altogether, and then we would be the only ones who knew about it. Perhaps we could even make her fall in love with us, then she would actively want to do so.”

“I don’t know.” Billy moved, but the confusion still gave him something to hold on to, “I have to think about it.”

In this moment, the demon saw that the seed had been successfully planted in Billy’s mind and had begun to take root. Billy was ready to consider his options carefully.

The demon quietly retreated from Chris’ mind. “Hey, Billy.” Chris finally spoke with self-will once more (though he pressed on not realizing he wasn’t), “Is this thing you’re discussing really doable? You should know you’re not a comic book mutant.”

They spend the rest of the afternoon playing Sega. unfortunately, while mesmerized, the demon can’t affect the telethon, so when Billy stops, a lot of time is wasted. That night, Billy has a very vivid, magical dream.

Emmy Prysmian was wearing her cheerleader’s uniform. Her long, smooth calves, and a short skirt over them, accompanied around whenever she spun up. Her tight blouse showed off her large breasts (well, large for a 14 year old) with her nipples standing up, her entire chest was clearly visible from her tight blouse.

She was halfway through performing a routine of sexy dance moves and the man was in the middle of the gym.

The gym was empty, but Billy could hear all the other students like they were standing up and cheering. Whenever she shook her firm breasts, her seductive hips swayed vigorously in a wonderful parting motion, and the cheers grew.

She seemed to notice the cheers and began to respond to them, giving them more of what they wanted to see. In fact, she began to remove her clothes. First to leave her body were the cheerleader’s colored balls, quickly followed by her skirt and blouse. Dressed only in her panties and sports bra, she danced lightly as she stepped toward Billy. The crowd went wild for him as he reached out and unbuttoned her bra.

The bra fell to the floor and Emmy turned around to give Billy his first look at her breasts.

Her pink nipples were proud and firm, looming at the tops of two lovely white hills. Rotating her hips and shoulders slightly, she signaled Billy that she could come closer. Pushing up her breasts as if offering them for his inspection.

He reached out and touched the cherry-like bud. She shivered and moved closer to him, begging for more touch. Reaching out with both hands, he gripped the full peaks, lightly pinching the nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. Squeezing and rubbing the buds gently, she shook her head vehemently.

Her long red hair now covered most of her delicate face; but her eyes, with undisguised thirst, were burning with Billy.

She grabbed his hand and slowly guided it down to her panties. Billy was a little surprised, and then, with a little roughness and force, Billy ripped the panties open.

The cheers were deafening as he dropped to his knees to examine her honey spot. Hmmm! Her body hair, though somewhat sparse, was decidedly brown.

She wasn’t a natural redhead! Billy stopped moving and began to wonder how he knew the natural color of pubic hair while time flew by. He ran his fingers past small handfuls of sparse body hair and let his fingertips slide under her crack.

Emmy pushed him to the side and pulled out his baton.

She wasn’t very good at the quick twirling of the baton, but that wasn’t why she pulled it out.

Aimi positioned the tip of the baton, in front of the entrance to the honey place, gathered her courage and stood in a crouched position.

Following that, she looked straight at Billy and began to sit down, slowly letting the baton enter her virginal secret place, moaning in ecstasy and then screaming his name at the top of her lungs…

Billy woke up and began to notice his manhood symbol, squirting a white cloudy liquid.

He immediately grabs some paper towels from the bedside table and wipes himself clean. Sneaking into the bathroom, he rinses himself off with the paper towels and dries himself with a rag.

Returning to his bed, he once again considered the dream he had just had. He had to make it come true.

He would use the amulet to make her fall in love with him and then make her forget anything about what they had done together. The demon was angry with himself.

It’s true that it’s accomplished the first real step in the seduction of Billy, but it leaks certain things.

Billy simply knew that girls had pubic hair. He certainly didn’t know that pubic hair shows a girl’s natural hair color.

When the demon examined Emmy’s mind all that way, it didn’t think of that one. Fool!

If Billy sees that Emmy’s pubic hair matches the dream, he may realize that something strange has happened.

Well… there was no time to make her hair color match her pubic hair color, but there was still time to correct the problem, and it began to reach out to Aimi’s sleeping mind again… Chapter Three: Aimi

The following day was the first day of school.

Since this is a small town, all twelve grades are in one building.

Billy just moved up to 7th grade (equivalent to 1st year of state high school) and that means, that means he has to go to a different classroom for a different lesson (a first for him).

But his mind was not in the classroom (nothing interesting happened in the first day of class). There was no way he could quiet his mind from thinking about all the things about Aimee.

Emmy was two years older than him and had already dated someone else.

One year to go until sixteen.

But there was no overlap in the classes she took with him!

‘Ah!’

If you can’t find her after school, how are you going to ask her out.

Maybe…

“Amulet?” Billy called out mentally.

‘Yes, is there something wrong master?’

“Can you help me find Emmy?”

‘Yes, Master.’

‘If you want, wherever you wish to be, I can make her come to you at once. I need not even approach her.’

“Really? Well, have her come see me… Can you ask the coach not to lock the baseball locker room and to leave it empty after school?”

‘No problem.’

Billy said, “Okay, when school is over and everything is ready, have Emmy meet me over there.”

‘Everything will be as you expect.’

After a couple hours, the final dismissal bell rang.

Students rushed to the locker room and the classroom quickly emptied.

Even the hallways in the school became empty as students stepped into buses and cars.

When Billy slipped into the men’s locker room, he felt really like a thief or a criminal or something.

Seeing the vice-principal take a set of keys with him as he left, Billy immediately used the amulet to make sure he had a way to leave the school later.

Opening the door and entering the locker room, Billy saw a lone figure standing in the middle of the room.

Turning on the light, he saw Emmy, turning to meet him. A blank stare appeared in her pupils.

“Amulet…” paused Billy. “You have a name, right? I mean, I don’t want to keep calling you the amulet.”

The demon considered up.

Demons like him usually go by many names.

Along with different languages and cultures, he himself has at least over twenty different names.

He chose an ancient Babylonian name, the one that didn’t seem to sound as menacing.

‘At some point in time, I became known to mankind by the name of Madank.’

“Marduk, is that right?” Billy said, “What do you think if I just called you Mark, how about this?”

‘All according to your honorable will, my Lord.’

Billy returned his attention to Emmy.

“Mark, can you make her… you know… a little more alive, not like a zombie.”

“Turn her into a love slave, will that do?”

It was a specialty it had picked up long before Wilhelm’s nurturing.

“Uh, yeah, that’ll work. As long as she doesn’t remember what happened afterward.”

‘As you wish.’

Emmy was suddenly animated.

For a moment she was surprised and looked around, a confused expression appearing on her face.

Then she saw Billy and her whole face lit up.

“Master!” She almost squealed in delight.

She ran to Billy, knelt down, and tugged his hand to her cheek.

She didn’t dare shift her gaze above Billy’s waist, and Emmy almost moaned out in comfort when Billy’s palms brayed against her cheeks.

Unable to adapt for a moment, Billy just stood there.

“What did you do to her, Mark?”

‘She is now a simple life form that knows only to lend herself to pleasing you for maximum joy.’

Billy hesitantly moved his hand to the young girl’s long beautiful hair and stroked it gently.

Emmy responded enthusiastically, moaning out.

“Uh…”

He gently lifted Emmy’s head and pulled her up.

“Aimee?”

“Yes, master?”

“What… what do you like to do?”

“I want to make you happy, Master.”

“What do you want to do to make me happy?”

She seemed a little confused for a moment.

Through the hesitation in Billy’s mind, Mark immediately sensed it and hastily turned to Emmy to transmit the message.

“I… if you wish, Master, would you like me to remove my clothes?”

“I… um… I think so.”

“Thank you, Master.” She giggled.

Stepping back at a reluctant pace and leaving her master’s arms for the moment, Emmy began to remove her clothes.

She seemed intent on making the process a showcase performance. Emmy slowly took off her plain black t-shirt and gently swayed her body, bringing Billy visual seduction for the first time in his life.

Billy was slightly startled.

He’d seen some naked women in the Playboy magazines in the basement of the Chris’ house, but they weren’t real.

They’re just pictures, a piece of paper with color.

Aimee is flesh and blood… Aimee is real… Aimee is beautiful… Aimee is his…

A tiny bra covered her young bosoms. They swayed gently as she bent over and pulled down her jeans and removed her knickers.

She took her jeans and socks and threw them over her shirt.

Emmy tilted her head shyly and gazed at her master, hoping and praying that he would like her.

His attention was completely focused on her.

She warbled.

If he doesn’t like her…

With trembling hands, the girl wrapped her hands around her back and undid the clasp of her bra.

Slowly let the bra fall to the floor.

Not daring to look at her master. Fearing rejection from him, she quickly removed her panties and casually tossed them on the floor before stepping over the clothing.

Aimi folded her hands in embarrassment and covered them between her legs.

For some reason she was forced to shave her pubic hair this morning.

Not knowing if her master preferred thick bushes of hair, or bare skin, she worried he would reject her.

Was keeping her head down when she felt Billy lean in.

“Aimee?”

“May I…?” Billy held out his hand to her.

He came to her? The master was fond of her! Emmy whimpered, “Oh, Master, please! I am completely yours.”

His hand slowly pressed against her left breast, a warm sensation slowly spreading throughout her body as he touched her.

The master is touching her.

HER MASTER… Billy felt simultaneously stiff with surprise and incredulous with excitement.

A beautiful girl doesn’t just let him touch her, she even begs for his touch.

He cautiously felt Emmy’s small breasts, gently tweaked her buds, and sent spasms of delight and longing from his fingertips to her torso.

With just one hand, he took her fine, smooth left breast as if weighing it.

In Billy’s ringed palm, Emmy’s youth-filled breasts were such a perfect size that the pink buds burrowed into his palm almost effortlessly.

With his other hand, he lifted her chin and gazed into the young girl’s eyes.

“Emmy, do you know what French kissing is like?”

“Yes, master.” Aimi said shyly, “I have… done… with other people…”

“I don’t know how it is. I heard it once, but I don’t know much about it.” Billy said, “Can you show me what it was like?”

He had heard it mentioned once, knew it was a type of kiss that required an open mouth, and merely knew so.

“Yes, Master.” She replied excitedly. She moved closer to him and kissed his face. Turning her head sideways, Emmy slowly opened her lips and brought both red lips to his, gently pushing her tongue deep into his mouth.

He felt her tongue exploring the inside of his mouth, teasing his tongue, encircling it, swimming around in his mouth. It was a little weird, but it did hit him. As he began to get into the situation, his breathing was interrupted by it.

“Is that good, Master?”

Billy complimented, “That was awesome, but how did you hold your breath for so long?”

“I breathe through my nose, master.”

“Uh-huh.” Billy felt like an idiot.

“Mark, don’t let her remember that.” He instructed quickly, an easy way to avoid embarrassment.

‘She has forgotten.’

“Emmy, what else have you done with other guys?”

“I had a guy lick my pussy lips, and I had a guy put his stuff… in my mouth.” Aimi said, “He squirted it all over my clothes, and I never did it again with him.”

Billy suddenly became very nervous as he took a small step back and watched his rod swell inside his pants. Maybe… well, he should let her suck on it? Billy’s eyes, again, wandered to the young girl’s bare honey spot.

She was slightly covered, but his eyes were still dead set on it, and at the moment he thought… “Aimee, I thought girls had… you know, hair down there.”

Emmy flushed red. “I shaved them off.”

“Please don’t hate me!” She suddenly cried loudly, hiding her face and drinking her tears. “I don’t know why I did it, I just… I just…”

He moved closer and gripped her shoulders. “Aimee, it looks so beautiful.”

“You seem so beautiful. Only I’ve never done anything like this before, so I still need a chance to learn. OK?”

With a sobbing voice, she said, “Do you mean… I am your first time?”

“Oh, Master!” She opened her embrace enthusiastically and once again probed her warm little tongue into his mouth, actively guiding his tongue into hers.

He hesitated for a moment, then followed, taking her into his arms.

The young girl’s skin was so young and smooth. Moving his palm down, he caressed her smooth, round, snowy ass as perfect as a work of art.

Emmy had decided that she was willing to do anything to do his first time right.

The Master was her everything and it was her job to do everything for him.

And she was still able to offer her master one of the most special and sensual gifts that any woman could give a man, the treasure of her… her virginity.

But deep in her soul, Emmy knew that he might let go of her before she offered her virginity to her master, and that was unacceptable to her, and she tenderly stopped the kiss.

“What is it?”

“Master, please make love to me… please, master.”

Billy paused and stared at her. His hand, stopped stroking. His eyes were open from the shock, but he was obviously considering the offer.

She tried reaching toward Billy’s shirt, and when he made no move to object, she pulled it high over his head and tossed it aside.

Emmy kissed him on the lips without delving into her tongue, and slowly slid down his body to give almost adoring loving kisses in the way she wished.

His chin, his neck, his chest.

(She never even noticed the amulet, but still avoided it an interesting maneuver.) She paused in her movements on her master’s chest, then sucked on his nipple.

He shuddered, unable to say whether he liked it or not.

The lilac tongue left a trail of wet heat up to his navel, where she began the most thorough of kissing fiddling.

He shuddered once more.

As she gently unbuckled his belt, her slender tongue licked its way back down.

“Aimi, I don’t know if…”

While this was happening, she pulled down his jeans and underwear and her tongue reached the shaft. She licked the underside of the rod long and carefully, which effectively silenced him. As she slowly seduced his five-inch long boy-rod, Emmy realized that she no longer considered oral sex to be disgusting. She did find herself wishing to taste the sweet milk from her Master’s cock. Master’s cum was the most intimate gift he could give her. Why had she ever loathed this?

And then again, (she’d already done this once before, but that time it wasn’t with the owner.

(How can anyone else’s cock compare to his master’s?) Emmy tenderly licked and curled his rod, taking about two-thirds of it into her mouth like a toddler sucking on his mother’s breast.

Aimi affectionately wrapped her tongue around the glans, her juices soaking the horse’s eye and even up to the urethra. Her hands matched the movement, gently caressing his balls.

She knew her master’s hand was brushing her hair, his fingers running through the soft silk and caressing her face. “Aimi, I think I’m going to go.” Billy mumbled, “If you don’t want me to… uh… squirt into your mouth, you’d better take it out…”

She opened her arms and wrapped them around Billy’s waist, bringing him a little closer, firmly intent on drinking every drop of what was to come. “Emmy!”

Aimi could feel that her master’s scrotum was becoming taut, and suddenly, her mouth was filled with her master’s delicious cum. She hastily drank it down, determined not to waste a drop. Licking her lips, she then moved back to his rod, making sure it was clean & shot empty.

Billy couldn’t believe it. Emmy Priesman, a beautiful girl he knew, had sucked his cock and had swallowed his cum!

Billy’s reaction was a little slow, his knees even froze.

He took two steps back, letting his rod slip out of Emmy’s lovely lips and dropped to sit on the floor.

Emmy crawled closer to him and, once again, took the rod into her warm, wet mouth.

As she sucked, doing everything she could to maintain his firmness, her delicate hands wandered to his shoes and removed them, followed by jeans and underwear, the things that had originally wrapped around his ankles.

Billy couldn’t believe that Aimee wanted more.

But, when he saw the girl’s beautiful, young, and slim curves, the naked pink honey spot with its saucy little bud, he found himself wanting more just the same.

But if it continues, if he continues to… with her… she will lose her virginity. Whether Aimi remembers it or not, she will know that she has lost it, and that’s not fair to her. Her little mouth, however, felt so, so, so good.

“Aimi!” Billy gasped, “Right now… you don’t care… but tomorrow… you will suffer… you will lose… your virginity… it will… happen to you… no… no… no.. no.. no.. no.. no.. no.. no.. no.. no.. no.. no.. no… no.. no.. no.. no… no.. no.. no.. no…” God, it felt so good! “I can’t… let you do this…”

Somewhere deep in Emmy’s mind, she understood that she was under his control. But that wasn’t the point; even if she wasn’t under his influence, she couldn’t imagine how that would be different.

Emmy removes her penis from her mouth and begins to talk. This is accompanied by some cute kisses to help illustrate.

“Please make it my choice, Master. Whether I am your slave or not, I cannot imagine not making love to you.” Emmy prayed devoutly, “Let me give myself to You and let me love You.”

Billy was almost out of control, almost ready to give in to her, to give this girl, what she wanted. But the only reason this girl wanted him was because of the amulet, and that knowledge still made him waver.

“Mark, does she love me… without your influence?”

The demon stopped moving and began to think. His answer had to be true, yet it also had to lead Billy to fuck the young girl.

‘Master, I don’t know what the future holds? I don’t know what might happen in the future? But I do know that this is an opportunity, perhaps even a good one: to make her fall in love with you.’

The demon smiled darkly. In his current condition, Billy could easily take this at face value. And it was indeed an opportunity. Of course, marrying the Queen of England was also an opportunity (just maybe not a very good one). As the demon had hoped, those words had been enough to push Billy to cross that border.

Billy cupped Emmy’s face and came face to face with him, gazing into the beautiful blue pupils of her eyes.

“Emmy, I’m happy to make love to you.” Billy looked around.

This cold locker room was not a good place to have sex, but they had nowhere else to go. Or, is there somewhere else to go?

“Mark, which other house is empty?” The demon scanned the building, finding only two campus police officers taking out the trash and lining up tables and chairs.

‘There is one cleaner left. If you wish, I can easily cover your departure from the attention of the guards.’

“Thanks.”

“Emmy, take the dress.” Her face lowered, but she was listening. “This is not a good place to go… to do that. There are plenty of nice empty places in this house; and I want to make sure we’re safe. I think we can go to the health room, or any office with a long couch.”

Emmy’s face lit up and she let out a low cry of delight as she hurriedly stacked the two men’s clothes in her hands.

They made their way cautiously through the dark and empty school, Billy leading the way and Emmy following, her eyes rightfully directed downward.

It’s a weird feeling walking down those familiar hallways naked, but Emmy trusts her master, and Billy does everything he can to make Emmy trust him.

Quickly, they reached the administrative office.

The secretary’s office has hard chairs, a desk with a coffee table.

The Vice Principal’s office has chairs with backrests and a desk with a more elaborate coffee table.

The principal’s office, on the other hand, has nicer chairs, a nice desk, but no coffee table.

Damn! As they were about to march to the health room (which was uncomfortable, but had padded tables), they passed through the conference room.

There was a big leather table there! (This conference room sure beats those offices!) “Right here.” Billy said, pulling Emmy into the conference room.

He removed the clothes from Aimi’s arms and dumped them out on the floor. Moving his hands to rest on her bare, plump buttocks, feeling some slight trembling from between the delicate skin, he picked Aimi up and set her down on this table.

As he slid his hand down past her torso following his gaze, Billy remembered that he hadn’t really looked at her bare honey spot, he had only had a quick glimpse.

Gently laying Aimi down and opening one pink leg, he knelt down and examined the virgin’s honey spot.

It was a tiny mound between her legs, almost the ideal size to hold in one hand. The mound was separated from it by a tiny pink crack. Her honey spot wasn’t completely closed, and Billy could barely see another layer of tender flesh inside, pink, almost red.

He carefully spread the two separated petals at the outer edge of the slit and gazed at the most private, sensitive part of Emmy’s flesh. The inner two petals, seemed to be lower than the outer; slightly smaller and with a lower opening. In fact, the union of the four petals at the tip seemed somewhat incongruous. A small shoot, blossomed out of it. It looked as if it was going to remind him of what Chris’s uncircumcised penis looked like when it was erect.

(Last year, they used to look at each other’s penises, because Billy wanted to see what an uncircumcised penis looked like, and Chris wanted to see one that had been cut.) It was much smaller.

He reached out to touch it, causing Aimi’s body to jump. Worried that this might hurt her; Billy looked at Emmy. Her eyes were closed and a silent moan escaped her lips.

He touched it again, watching her expression twist with it. It shouldn’t look like it was hurting her.

“What’s this little protrusion here?” Billy asked softly, while tapping it again.

Emmy’s heavy breathing prevented her from answering.

“It is… oh… oh… it is my cunt… my clitoris… mmm… thank you, Lord… Lord… Master.”

“Clitoris?” Billy exclaimed out loud, his fingers continuing to move. “Like a clitoris?”

“Yes… uh… oh…”

Billy looked again at the tiny stamen, and he was always tempted to say that the nucleus should be on the inside. Maybe that’s… well, some kind of control point. A control point that should be able to drive a woman wild. And her stamen should be perfect for the job.

Leaving his clit for a moment, he carefully peered at the two inner petals and peered inside, trying to find where he should enter his cock. It was a small, tight honey hole, but there didn’t seem to be any way for his rod to enter.

And then it was so nice and wet and smooth.

Using his left hand to spread her crack, Billy carefully tried inserting his right index finger.

It was so tight, but not so tight that it was hard to stick it in; at least not as hard as he thought it would be.

He reached in a knuckle and a half and wiggled it slightly around the top and bottom, leaving it inside her.

Her honey place was so warm & moist, with wet petals, that it almost felt like they were sucking his finger inside. He pulled his finger out and saw the white honey pulp glistening on it.

Merely trying it out, not really sure he wanted to do it, he stuck out his tongue and put the wetted finger in his mouth.

It’s weird, not really a good flavor, but he tasted like… he wasn’t sure…

Billy has heard rumors about cunnilingus, girls are supposed to like it, and sometimes some guys make fun of the guys who are rumored to have done it for girls.

Well, no one really knows.

He bent down, pulled at her already parted pussy lips and stuck out his tongue, ready to lick them.

Emmy is in heaven, and her master is about to make love to her and take her virginity.

At first, he checked her out.

She prayed that he would recognize her as acceptable. But he merely touched, stimulated her, made her wet. His fingers, his flicking, took her to another world. And then he stopped.

After a moment, she boldly glanced down. Her master put a finger in his mouth and moved his face down to her honey spot.

“No!” Emmy cried out in fear, pressing her hands on her master’s shoulders.

He looked upward at her in surprise. “I thought women liked to be licked there.”

“I… I…” Aimi stopped thinking.

Honestly, she liked it when… when other guys… licked her like that… it was a strange feeling, but it was good. But asking the master to do it for her, as she had told him, oral sex seemed… demeaning. Demeaning to him.

She didn’t know why; but it wasn’t right to let her master soil himself with oral sex.

Billy was a little confused, and on Emmy’s face he saw the same confusion.

Why was she confused? Maybe…

“Mark, what did you do?”

Mark was examining Billy’s mind.

Billy was just curious. He was not like his ancestor, Wilhelm, who considered pussy licking to be a demeaning act. Wilhelm was disgusted to lick a woman’s honey spot. And Marduk had written that into its basic slave process, and rightfully so, it applied to Emmy.

Of course, Mark fully recognizes the misogynistic matters of Billy’s ancestry. Women weren’t given pleasure; they were used to provide it.

‘My previous master did not like this, and so instructed me to make it unappealing to his women. I did not object to this instruction, I simply maintained the instructions I received.’

This is true, but from this fact it sounds; Mark is only like a machine that performs a predetermined process.

“Okay, don’t do that again.” Billy changed his instructions: “And, make Aimi agree that I… do this.”

“As you wish, Master.” If he was lucky, this would be only a minor setback.

Once more, Billy moved down to the front of Emmy’s honey spot. On her face he glimpsed a hint of confusion, but she did not stop him. She began to tremble as his tongue now touched the two honey lips, starting at the tip and slowly sliding and trailing upward to the young girl’s titular pistil, which was already standing up triumphantly.

Her flavor still tasted a little weird, but… honestly, Billy didn’t care how it really tasted it wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t fishy, it didn’t resemble any description he’d ever heard before.

Still, this is a good reaction from Aimee.

Billy began to lick her again, drawing his tongue in circles around the honey hole, enjoying her shudders, gasps and moans. He continued for a minute or two, trying to conform his tongue to the young girl’s honey hole.

It was nice, licking her was a pleasure, but his rod was beginning to tighten, showing displeasure at being ignored. It was a good time to fuck her.

He stood up and positioned her on the table as if she were a work of art on display, her curled legs stretched out and her pink arms wrapped around his neck.

For some reason, Emmy’s breasts looked smaller, perhaps flattened a bit because she stretched out.

Next… Billy climbed up on the table and knelt between the young girl’s legs, moving slowly until he took the red breasts into his mouth. After sucking on it for a while, he moved up to her and launched a passionate French kiss on her sweet little mouth.

He felt his rod grinding against the area of her belly and pubic hair. Finally, he tried to insert his rod into the virgin’s honey hole.

Um… He couldn’t find the entrance.

He sat up and reached down to pluck away two petals, and there it was.

Parting the two flower lips with one hand, Billy slowly and carefully guided the rod into the honey spot with his other hand. When he gave his hand a push, the tip of the meat stick slid in.

“Wow, master.”

Billy responded to her enthusiasm.

He continued his grip for a moment, only to feel that the young girl’s tender flesh was incredibly hot, moist, and taut.

At first there was a slowdown, then a gradual increase as Billy pushed the rod gradually closer and closer, going in an inch at a time, one-half of an inch at a time.

After a few minutes of shallow attempts, he slowly went deeper and deeper, and Billy felt the meat stick hit a snag and gradually destroy a small layer of obstruction.

Emmy jerked her body, her delicate face contorted with pain, but that didn’t last.

Billy still held the rod, his eyes looking worriedly at Emmy. But she opened her blue eyes and returned a big smile to her master. A few teardrops slipped from the corners of her eyes, fighting gratitude for his enslavement of her heart.

Billy kissed her gently and began to move again.

After a couple of thrusts, a sudden slam and Billy was fully inside her, the sparse pubic hairs rubbing against the girl’s bare mounds.

Billy’s strokes were gradually getting more and more urgent as, he was getting closer and closer to ejaculation.

Noticing this, Emmy tried to keep up with the rhythm as well so that she could reach her orgasm at the same time as her master.

The pain of losing her hymen caused her to fall slightly behind.

Finally, Billy was fully inside the depths of his honey hole, pausing in his movements for several moments to shoot his seed into the young girl.

Emmy felt her Master climb to the top, sowing divine seed into her, and immediately went into an intense orgasm as well.

Billie sprinted for a while longer, spewing cum before she reached her climax.

Worried that he might hurt her, he immediately rolled off to the side and reluctantly pulled his rod out of Aimi’s honeyed place.

Emmy gradually snapped back from her orgasm, but was still basking in the afterglow.

“Thank you, Master.” She whispered.

They lie still, in a position like sunbathing, for five or ten minutes.

Finally, feeling a bit disengaged, Billy got off the table and walked over to the pile of clothes.

As Billy was about to put on his underwear, he realized that his rod was still wet. Looking around, he noticed a pile of napkins next to a coffee maker. He used those to clean himself off and then tossed the napkins into the trash.

When he had finished putting on his underwear and knickers, he looked over at Emmy, the young girl spread out lazily on the table, peeking at him.

“Come here.” Billy said, “It’s time to get dressed.”

“Yes, Master.” Emmy reluctantly got up and walked over to her clothes, seductively shaking her beautiful round ass as she went.

At the sight, Billy knew the rod was active again. But he had already ejaculated twice in almost an hour, and he didn’t want to overdraw his good fortune.

Billy told Aimi to clean herself with a napkin…

Good, she’s cleaned the outside of her body.

She had left her master’s cum deep in her honey hole, and just thinking that she might have been pregnant with her master’s child made Aimi shudder.

(Indeed, with today’s period, Emmy knows she may not be pregnant, but she still hopes so.)

Billy got dressed and then turned to face Emmy; she was pulling her t-shirt back on.

“Aimi, I have to restore you… just as you were meant to be…”

“No!” Emmy almost screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Don’t let me leave you.” Emmy’s eyes suddenly filled with tears and she dropped to her knees, looking up at him.

“But, the you that you are now is not the real you…”

“I don’t care.” Emmy said firmly and mournfully, “I just want to be able to love you in my life from now on.”

“Don’t let me forget you, okay?”

Billy hadn’t anticipated this scene, and all that had just happened during his orgasm was still affecting his thoughts.

“Uh-huh.” Billy said hesitantly, “Let me see… what I can do.”

Aimee, tears still streaming across her face and down the tip of her nose into his palm.

“Um, Mark, can you… well, can you make her normal again, but still remember all this and still love me?”

‘Yes, Master.’ The demon said: ‘She will return to normal; as she normally does, but in her heart… she still retains the honor of being your love slave.’ The demon was very pleased.

Honestly, the young bitch wasn’t really back to her old self; it was just Billy secretly keeping her in slave status.

A clear step in the right direction.

“Is it good? Thank you.”

“Okay, Amy.” Billy said, “Come here!”

“Just remember not to tell anyone about us, okay?”

“Thank you, Master.” Emmy knelt down on one knee, and in a reverent and respectful tone, made a vow: “I will do as you wish; remain silent for this for a long time.”

She stood up and took his hand in hers.

As they left, Billy glanced at the clock in the locker room.

Shit! He should have been home an hour and a half ago.

Luckily, they both lived within walking distance of each other. Billy kissed Emmy goodbye, promising her he’d see her tomorrow.

Chapter 4: Mom

Billy simply ran home. Secretly, he worried that his mom would be jumping up and down in anger.

Mom had spanked him red for being half an hour late, even when he was at Chris’s house. His only useful excuse for getting past Mom was probably “going to the hospital,” right?

Mom has seen too many stories of kids being kidnapped. This is what Billy claimed behind mom’s back (in front of someone else, when mom couldn’t see it).

Billy stood in front of the door panting slightly, already about an hour and forty-five minutes late at this point. Mom stepped out of the kitchen with a wooden spoon in her hand, enough to glare dauntingly at Billy.

“Where have you been, young man?”

Billy mumbled, “I… I went to a new friend’s house.”

“You could have at least called back from your new friend’s house, why didn’t you?”

“I… I… I didn’t think…”

“Not at all.” There was obvious anger on Mom’s face, “It didn’t occur to you that maybe I should stimulate your brain with a good dose of your ass.”

Before Billy could really wrap his head around the meaning of the words, it happened, Mom grabbed him and sat him down, pulling him over her knee and ripping down his pants to reveal his bare ass.

“Stop! Mom, wait!” Billy hadn’t given up struggling.

Surprisingly, Mom did as she was told, the wooden spoon held high in the air. In fact, Mom didn’t just stop moving, she simply froze, like a statue.

Billy stretched his neck backward and backward, looking at his mom in amazement, and then he understood.

“Mark! Did you fix mom?”

‘Isn’t that your hope, master?’

“Well, indeed!”

What a stupidity on his own part! Billy couldn’t believe that he had forgotten about the amulet in question. Probably because a magic amulet wasn’t enough to overcome the usual parental teachings.

Billy stood up, pulled on his panties and jeans, and looked at his mom who was still in the position she had just been in.

The demon sensed some sort of message, and it was such a perfect opportunity to move it, even if it came sooner than expected.

‘Do you wish to go and punish her, master?’

“What?” Seemingly surprised, Billy’s voice was rather loud, “What do you mean?”

‘As a rule, when someone dares to order or attack my master, the one who offends you must be punished.

‘ The demon commented: ‘Perhaps I could suggest that you… how about… in the same way that she offended you?’

“Spanking Mom?” Billy exclaimed.

Wow! The idea was so whimsical that it took Billy a minute to realize that after all, she was his mom.

Then he remembered all the times he’d been beaten, all the times he didn’t deserve it (in his own opinion).

It could be wonderful…

“Where is my sister now?” Billy asked.

‘She’s at a friend’s place.’ The demon made sure again and added: ‘According to your mother’s memory, she won’t be back before dinner.’

“Good! Let’s try it.” Billy gritted his teeth, made his decision, and turned around, “Mom, give me the spoon.”

Confused, she handed her son his spoon.

Billy sat down in a recliner and nodded for his mom to come over.

She bent her knees and moved to Billy, her head bowed out of shame.

She crawled into her son’s lap, resting on the cushion next to him, while her lower half rested on his legs.

As Billy lifted the large spoon, he stopped moving. Nope! BILLY: Whoa! BILLY: Yes.

“Get up here!” Billy ordered.

“Take off your pants.” Billy was very nervous, but also very excited.

It was a great opportunity for him to return the favor to his mom, every time he had taken a beating on her side in the past.

Until he looked down and saw his mother’s beautiful buttocks wrapped in her panties, another feeling arose… a more disturbing feeling.

“Um, mom, you should take off…” the sentence hung in the air, he wasn’t quite sure he really wanted to finish it.

It was unfortunate for Billy because the demon knew exactly what he was thinking.

Mom, still on her knees, tried to wriggle around, pulling off her panties and running them from her bare waist all the way through to her knickers. (Mom’s shoes seemed to be off her feet so long ago that Billy wasn’t quite sure when they’d come off.)

When Mom sat back on her lap, Billy made no move to help; but couldn’t help comparing Mom to Emmy.

Emmy’s ass was smaller and tighter, more boy-like, and it was only beginning to show hints of the full woman it would become.

But Mom’s ass is plump, voluptuous, and full of flesh. He didn’t call it fat, or see it as flabby; it was just much fuller than Emmy. Mom’s thighs didn’t have any semblance of excess fat (which he had seen on other women when they swam); and compared to those cows, Mom looked firm and slim.

Through his jeans, he hadn’t really been able to feel the tender flesh between his mom’s legs unless he could make a more blatant move.

Then, by the amulet…

No way! Billy’s mind began to cry out. It’s not right. It’s my mom, for God’s sake!

‘She is still a woman, and women exist to serve men.’

“I’m not trying to talk to you, Mark.”

‘But why are you doing this to me?’

“Me?”

‘I cannot violate your honorable order, master.’

The devil began to whisper, ‘Neither I, nor your mother, have led you to do things that do not exist.’

‘As for your emotions, every real man needs women, whatever they are; and every real woman depends on a strong man to drive them crazy.’

A mellow note.

Mark was proud of himself. Convincing Billy that the Fall had been there for a long time, convincing him that everyone thought so.

It’s not lying, it’s leading; it’s not hypocrisy, it’s using their own definitions.

“But… but…” Billy was still confused. From his own experience, he knew that women could be a great source of pleasure.

But this wasn’t just a woman, she was his mother. A mom and a son can’t… do that kind of thing together, but she’s still a woman after all. And she was lying naked on his crotch. And… the demon interrupted the hesitation, ‘If you want to test your emotions, just feel her; just touch her and you’ll know.’

Billy put the wooden spoon down and hesitantly placed his hand on his mom’s left hip.

Billy felt a light shiver come from his female body, while the skin of his buttocks tightened under his touch. It felt so soft, so smooth, so warm. In fact, Mom’s whole body seemed to be flushed.

Slowly, he began to pat his mother’s skin, feeling the female body, curious fingers, following the curves of the torso, wandering from her ass to between her thighs. She moaned out. Though it was faint, it was indeed a moan.

Mom was on fire for him! The devil simply ate and laughed with delight.

When it says it can’t go against its master’s wishes, it’s telling the honest truth.

But without a direct command, it is free to choose which wish it wants to execute.

In Billy’s heart, as in the hearts of all men, moral ideals and carnal impulses were constantly at war.

Demons offer more carnal desires and do their best to make them fruitful.

Somewhere in the almost impossible depths of Billy’s subconscious are fantasies about his mother that Billy has never openly acknowledged. He wanted to explore his mother’s sexual needs, to take his dead father’s place in bed.

Accompanying these previously inaudible subconscious voices is the small hope of expecting his mother to feel the same way about him, which changes Billy’s previous feelings about his mom, which is the demon’s preferred wish.

Because they exist only for the sake of the owner, it can also do the same to the owner’s mother, causing those desires to be fulfilled. This is why his mother needs to be used, sexually, by her son; to be degraded and humiliated by her male heir, so that; her son can receive pleasure. Of course, Billy was not likely to perceive this.

The idea of “letting Mark influence his mother” had briefly passed through his mind, only to be rejected; after all, Mark needed orders like these to do things. So, as it turned out, his mother was being sexually aroused by his caresses.

The question is, what will he do about it? He knew it was supposed to be wrong. But he could make sure that no one ever knew about it. Of course, there’s no way to make it right, but… looking at it from another angle, mom can’t do anything wrong. So if Billy ignored his mother’s obvious desires, wouldn’t that be like going against her wishes? Yes. He was just carrying out what his mother wanted him to do.

With a newfound decision, Billy began to feel his mother’s fat white ass with both hands. He slid one hand down, slipped between her legs and moved down to her honey spot.

Unlike the freshly trimmed Emmy, Mom’s had thick, soft hair everywhere. It was like a small forest of black and brown tangled together, shielding every inch of it.

Before he touched his mom’s honey spot, Billy felt some wetness on his hand.

At first Billy was a little distracted, thinking his mom had peed on her hand. But he immediately remembered that women get wet there when they are aroused. Mom must be very excited and stimulated right now. The honey spot felt different from Emmy’s, larger, with thicker lips and a more thriving stamen.

Billy slipped off a finger and entered his mom’s long-wet hole, wiggling it in all directions. Mom’s honey hole was noticeably larger than Emmy’s. Not that it was looser, just bigger.

As she moved, Mom’s voice rose noticeably, panting and whimpering.

And he started to get hard, he really got an erection for his mom!

But first… Billy remembered what he was supposed to do.

“Ready? Mom?” Billy said, picking up the spoon.

“Coming!”

“Pop!”

His first blow landed firmly on top of a perfectly round pair. The hips quivered with it, and the flesh moved gently. A bright red streak appeared where the spoon had struck down; and where the end of the spoon had ended, it left an old, bossy spot.

Billy switched spoons to his hand and his fingers went to work tracing the markings on the flesh.

It was warmer there than the other surrounding parts, and she instinctively flinched a little whenever he touched her skin. It was so weird, yet so exciting at the same time.

“Pop!”

The gesture of flesh is so beautiful as if it has the power to hypnotize.

“Pop!” “Pop!” “Pop!”

“Pop!” “Pop!” “Pop!” “Pop!” “Pop!” “Pop!” “Pop!” “Pop!

“”Pop!”” “Pop!” “Pop!” “Pop!” “Pop!” “Pop!”

Each blow down was accompanied by a small wail, and Mom’s beautiful ass was almost ripe red.

Billy put down his spoon and caressed his peachy scarlet ass. Her skin felt so hot! His touch seemed to inspire two conflicting voices at once, pain and lust.

“Wow.”

Maybe that’s why Mom used to hit him so many times, maybe she got as much pleasure as she did…

He had to understand what it felt like to feel his mother’s ass directly against his skin.

Returning the spoon to its original position, Billy raises his hand, spreads it flat and shakes it gently.

Slap!

“Ouch!”

It caused the hand to ache, but only for a second.

Billy placed his vaguely aching palm on the point where he had struck down so hard just then, which was much closer than a spoon.

Forgetting the slight pain in his palm, he raised it again, shaking to build momentum.

Slap!

… again… slapping!

…another… slap!

The plump flesh bounced with each palm strike.

A soft sob of ‘oh… oh…’ escaped her lips, making it unclear whether it was pain or thirst.

Billy was drawn to a wet touch on his thighs, and with a gentle nudge, he guided her over onto her back, her hips between his knees.

The jeans were leaking wet with her overflowing nectar, and where they had been firm, they were now taut within the confines of the jeans.

He lifted his gaze slightly, looking for the first time at the forest between his mom’s legs.

(Great, it was the first time since the time he’d accidentally stumbled upon her in the restroom, and that had been two to three years ago. It would be more correct to say that this was the first time Billy had gazed at his mom’s honey spot for an extended period of time.)

The hair was brown, like her long, shoulder-length hair, and it covered her entire square inch. Maybe that’s why, unlike other women, Mom doesn’t wear short, tight bathrobes.

Mom’s forest was so thick that if she wore a bikini it would surely show the second she put it on. He could only imagine these hairs curling out from the sides and top of a small bikini. Because of this thick hair, Billy was unable to really get a good look at her flowery lips down there.

Upon arriving at that location, he woke up to the realization that this was certainly a bad place to be if he wanted to make further intimate examinations.

He made her stand up, picked up her clothes and led her inside the house.

Hmm… Whose bedroom is better, mom’s or my own?

Billy wasn’t usually allowed in his mom’s room, and based on that mentality, her bedroom hit the mark.

(Which would make it even more exciting.)

Mom dumped her clothes in a small basket by the door and walked over to the bed to lie flat. As her reddened, beautiful ass rubbed against the sheets, a slight wail escaped from her throat.

“Wait.” Billy’s voice then got hoarse.

His throat was suddenly very dry. “Your shirt…”

Mom sat up straight, opening the buttons of her shirt one by one, shrugging her shoulders to make it go away, tossing it aside. Hands going around to her back, mom unbuttoned her bra, tossing it aside similarly. She lay back down again, her perfect body now completely naked.

Billy was almost shaking. These events of today had knocked him down. His dream… Aimi… was now his mother! His mother, naked in her bed, waiting for his loving pampering.

Her breasts were so much larger than Emmy’s. It took two hands to hold just one. Mom’s buds were… well, they weren’t huge and unsightly; they were just noticeably larger. The dark skin surrounding the nipple (I think it’s called “lactation” or something, Billy was racking his brain and searching his memory banks…) was two and a half inches in diameter. The nipple was already engorged and swollen by at least an inch and a half, maybe more.

Mom was lying straight on the bed, but the firm breasts didn’t appear to be flabby. However, as she breathed, a pair of breasts rolled seductively.

Mom’s legs were long and beautifully shaped. Plump thighs, but not too fat. Smooth skin with no hair. Slender ankles and small feet.

(When did mom take off her knickers?) He moved slowly towards her.

At the edge of the bed, Billy kicked off his shoes with his toes. Spreading her legs, he knelt between them and bent down to explore the female nectar. Digging through her bushy forest, Billy plucked at the two petals, the labia… mmm… Mom would know what that part of her body was called.

Billy said, “Mom, what do you call this?”

Mom closed her eyes and replied, “Those are my pussy lips, honey.”

“Is this your clit?” Billy asked, dribbling his fingers to lightly touch her tiny stamen.

Great, he already knew what it was, but asking questions is a habit that can make people think he knows more than he actually does.

“Yes, dear.” Mom was catching her breath.

Mom’s labia were thicker than Aimi’s, but they were more open, showing her two inner petals… oh, inner labia. She was also very wet and ready for him.

He left one finger inside her and moved his attention up to the breasts. The finger inside the honey spot wiggled gently and Billy moved his left hand to the left bud.

“That’s your nipple, right? But what should I call this circle of skin next to it?” As he said it, his fingers circled and swirled around the bud while still wiggling inside the honey spot, which caused little spasms and shudders to occur uncontrollably in her body.

“Oh, yes… yes… that’s my nipple… oh… oh… the dark skin that surrounds it is… oh… it’s the areola… most people think it’s part of the nipple. Oh… Billy!”

Billy tenderly lowered himself down and took the right bud into his mouth, and as he sucked on his mom’s breast, it was as if he was temporarily transported back to his early childhood. It felt so good.

Apparently mom was in agreement, her nipples hard and firm and erect.

After a moment, Billy brought the other breast into his mouth, the fingers that had been shrugging in the honey spot moving upward to cover the side that had only just left.

For a few minutes, Billy gave his full attention to a pair of ample breasts, sucking on the other as he teased one.

It was just too good to be true. But in the end, Mom’s small moan reminded Billy that there was more he could do.

He gazed at his mother’s face. Beautiful brown eyes… small, delicate nose… tender, snowy skin… almost no makeup… plump lips! He moved upwards, but hesitated.

Kissing Mom like this seemed more intimate than anything he had done up to that point.

But, as he gazed at his mom’s lips, his fantasies were ruined by her tangy tongue, reaching out briefly to wet her lips, leaving a few inviting wiggles in its wake before returning to his mouth.

He slowly lowered his neck, turning and rotating his position slightly to avoid hitting his nose.

Contact!

Her lips parted, and her fragrant tongue entered her son’s mouth with a little compulsion, flicking along the top of his teeth, circling his tongue, guiding it into his own mouth, where he explored the… well, the contents of his heart’s desire. (He remembers to breathe through his nose.)

Billy was lost. He knew it was degrading… to kiss his mother… with French passion, but he didn’t care, and struggled to maintain his position, trying not to ruin the beautiful kiss as he pulled down his pants and underwear in a hurry.

Stopping the kiss for a moment, the two of them quickly pulled off his shirt. He was completely naked except for his knickers, and none of them would notice that.

The cock was so firm that it almost caused Billy a sharp pain when it impaled Mom’s belly.

She reached down and held it in both hands, guiding it into her.

This wasn’t a shallow fuck like Emmy’s, Billy fought back stroke after stroke, nearly burying his entire being deep in his honey hole.

Mom’s pussy was not as tight as Amy’s; but it was hotter and wetter. And more importantly, Billy was literally back in the womb… his actual mother’s womb.

If Billy hadn’t already cum twice in the last two hours, he would have cum within seconds.

But the truth is, he lasted almost half an hour. Half an hour of pumping, moaning, wailing, sweating, and unbelievable sensations. For half an hour, Billy saw his mom beneath him, writhing in ecstasy.

After a half hour of near-kissing and raping his mom, and after she had already enjoyed at least four orgasms, Billy finally exploded inside her. Afterward, he collapsed in his mom’s arms, disengaged.

Lying there, feeling his mother’s naked body pressed against his, the outside world gradually closing in, his penis softening into his mother’s honey hole… this moment would… he would never… never forget it.

After resting for a while, mother and son showered together. Mom knelt in front of him and bellied every inch of his torso as she purified him.

They dried and dressed each other.

(Billy’s original jeans were stained from mom’s honeydew and had to be replaced with a clean pair from his room.)

Billy, tired from the day’s continuous exertion, took a slight nap while his mom made dinner.

Cindy, his lovely ten-year-old sister, got home about five-fifty, and they had dinner at six.

Homemade pizza! Billy’s favorite (second only to pasta, but Mom didn’t have time to cook a good pot of sauce today).

Billy and his mom tried to maintain their usual normal demeanor, doing their best not to let his sister notice anything was wrong. But the truth was, her sister didn’t notice anything; she was too busy talking about school and her new friends.

After dinner, she throws herself into “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.” Billy was proud that he never watched the show.

(Melrose Place, that’s different)

Instead of watching TV, he went back to his bedroom and instructed Mark to have his mom meet him here in a few minutes.

When mom finally showed up, they were just lying in bed together.

Billy put his hands on his mom’s bra and held her tits while laying down and coming closer.

His head rested on his mom’s shoulder and he lay in that position for at least an hour as the day’s events, big and small, fell silent. After all, what else could you do after such an orgasm-filled day?

When his mom sends Cindy to her bedtime shower, Billy follows her to the living room and bathroom.

Although Billy lingered, not long enough to see Cindy naked, he still saw his sister her little panties and t-shirt.

Cindy was only two years younger than him, and Billy had never had sexual associations with her.

But the sight of Cindy’s tight little panties, and the slender bud standing up under her T-shirt, evoked a certain feeling in Billy. It wasn’t enough to give him an erection; Billy was completely off his rocker mentally, physically, and emotionally today. But it peaked his interest and imagination. Though he hadn’t begun to do anything about it.

Not tonight.

After Cindy went to bed, Billy headed for his mom’s bedroom.

It was earlier than they usually went to bed, and both of them were a little tired.

Closing the bedroom door and blocking it with another chair (the bedroom didn’t have a lock on the door), Billy and his mom removed their clothes and climbed into bed. Billy pulled the duvet over the two of them, and his mom let him rest his head between her breasts, bathing in the scent of milk as mother and son fell asleep together.

Chapter 5: Sister

Billy woke up the next morning to a warm, moist little mouth that had hardened his rod. Mom’s naughty tongue, warm mouth was such a wonderful way to wake up that Billy wished it could be like that every morning.

(The Devil adds notes to this by writing it into the home mom’s progression.) Now that Billy is awake and and erect, mom rides him and slowly sits down against his rod.

When the rod was fully inside, mom let out a small sigh and started whimpering like a submissive mother cat. Moving slowly and soothingly, mom fucked her son, enjoying nearly twenty minutes of sex until they both came together.

In the days that followed, Billy indulged in the process: his mom woke him up with a little mouth care for a short morning sex session before Billy went to school; Emmy came to see him after school and he would fuck once or twice; and before bedtime, he and his mom would fuck again (they now slept in the same bed every night).

By the end of the day, Billy was too lazy to go through all that trouble and just brought Emmy back to see her mom.

So far, Billy knew that he only used the amulet for less important things to influence his mom (like no more spankings from her… fine, he would spank her occasionally, but she would never be able to spank him again) but he wasn’t quite sure how his mom would react to a girlfriend.

Cindy, his sister, doesn’t notice any of the strange things that are going on. Because she is not sexually attracted to Billy, Billy has no intention of forcing himself on her. But subconsciously, Billy gradually realizes that his sister, is so seductive, is it because she is young and female?

This makes it very difficult for the demon. Once it does it (and gets Billy to enslave his sister), Billy will know it did it. It hadn’t thought of any way to get Billy to consciously enslave his sister. If Cindy suddenly started to take a sexual interest in Billy, Billy would feel suspicious and ask Mark directly. So the demon did the only thing he could think of: look outside for inspiration.

One of Billy’s Neighborhood Place neighbors is a collector of erotic literature.

In its free time, the demon searches his brain for memories of works of inbred adultery.

Finally, he found the answer!

Saturday morning.

Billy stretched, enjoying the warm, wet pleasure that wrapped around his rod.

No school today. Cindy might be at a friend’s house all day, with just him and his mom at home. If not, he could always summon Emmy somewhere.

Mom’s little mouth left the rod and Billy felt the cold sting of the air around him until Mom sat down and swallowed the rod into her honeycomb, warming it once again.

Mom was so beautiful this morning. Mom’s hair seemed a little wild and unruly, but he liked it that way.

When tragedy struck, Mom was wiggling her fat ass in time with her son’s jabs.

“What are you doing?”

His sister stood by the door in her little nightgown, gazing at the sight with great curiosity.

“N, ah, Shanti…” Billy hurriedly pushed his mom up and grabbed the sheet next to him, trying to cover himself.

In the meantime, Mom sat up straight, all but unconcerned about her nudity, and reached out to Cindy.

“Come here, Cindy.”

Billy was too surprised to speak when his sister came over curiously and held his mom’s hand.

Mom pulled her onto the bed and said, “Billy and I fucked. Would you like to learn? I’m pretty sure your brother would be happy to teach you.”

“Mom…” rasped Billy, his gaze shifting to Cindy.

Cindy looked backward, very curious.

“Really?” Turning to her mom, she asked, “What does it look like? Does it hurt?”

“The first time it hurts a little bit, but then after that it feels like it’s going to be fantastic. It is one of the greatest feelings in the world.” Mom laughed: “I usually do that with your dad, but since he’s not around anymore, your brother is taking his place, and he’s doing a great job.”

Cindy seemed to think for a moment. “Um… well, I do.”

Mom turned to Billy and pulled the sheet off of him. “How’s it going, Billy?”

“Mom, I really don’t know, if this… I mean… she’s my sister!” Billy was a little alarmed.

Mom scooped up her palm and took hold of his cock, pressing it gently.

“Would you rather Cindy learn about this at school or in the backseat of some car from some strange boy?”

Billy thought for a moment and smiled bitterly, “Um, don’t, I don’t think I’d be able to handle it.”

“In that case, it’s decided. For maintaining a family, perhaps it is best that way.

“Mom shifted her gaze to Cindy.

“Ready, Cindy?” Mom said, “It’s time to undress.”

Mom walked over to Cindy and helped her daughter pull this nightgown over her head.

Cindy’s breasts weren’t worth mentioning, but her buds were undeniably female and visibly engorged and protruding. Her honey spot (she didn’t wear panties to bed) was perfectly smooth and clean as jade. She was a beautiful little girl.

“The first thing we’re going to do is get you aroused so you’re lubricated down there.

“Mom pointed to Sendy’s tiny crack, causing a strange expression to appear on Sendy’s face.

Mom pushed Cindy onto the bed, between Billy and herself.

Mom’s face was filled with love and tenderness as she looked at Cindy, Mom laid back down and began to lick and fondle her daughter’s bud. Not forgetting the other side, mom glanced over to Billy, who remained seated, mom smiled and invited him to share the other cherry fruit. Billy slowly lay down and placed his mouth on his sister’s young breast.

It was strange that breasts could be so flat, but Cindy’s skin was so young and smooth, so clean, innocent and young, that it made him begin to fall in love with it. Despite the flatness of the breasts (or lack thereof), the surplus buds still stood out proudly.

After a minute or so, Cindy began to contort her body.

“Mommy, I think this is ridiculous.” Shanti blushed and said, “I kind of want to… like I have to pee.”

“Great, that means you are starting to feel excited.”

Mom moved to Cindy’s little crack and gave a long, slow, wet lick. Billy similarly left the bright red breast buds and moved to his sister’s tiny mouth. She was so slender… He hesitated over her for a few moments before returning to his senses.

Finally, Billy lowered his head and slowly flicked her lips, letting his tongue wander around the outside before gently forcing it inside. Knowing what her brother was trying to do, Cindy opened her small mouth and passively allowed him to push his tongue deeper into her mouth. The pupils of Cindy’s eyes were wide open from surprise, but a slight shiver showed that she was enjoying the pleasure of it.

After nearly a minute of one-sided, passionate kissing, she began to move her tongue hesitantly, curiously sticking out the buds of her palate to hook up with her brother’s tongue.

After five or ten minutes of passionate, incestuous French kissing, Mom announced that Sendy was wet enough to begin the next step.

His sister’s gaze was suddenly a little intimidating.

“Don’t worry, little thing.” Mom assured her.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

“Right.” Cindy whispered, toddler-like.

“You trust Billy too, don’t you?”

“Right.” Sendi’s voice rose slightly.

“And you want to fuck, right?”

“I guess so.” Billy interjected.

“Sendy, if you don’t want to do this, we’ll stop it right now, no questions asked.”

“No, I want you to do this with me.” Shanti hesitated, “It’s just… I’m afraid of the pain.”

Billy thought for a moment.

“Mark, can you… um… make it so she doesn’t feel any pain?”

‘Pain is a natural part of losing your virginity. Do you really wish to interrupt that natural flow?’

The devil doesn’t like that; it would be an evil example.

“I don’t want you to cause my sister any pain!”

‘Yes, master.’ The demon was cursing in his mind.

When Billy gives a direct order, it has no other choice at that point.

It shouldn’t have followed the neighbor’s erotic story exactly, and it shouldn’t have allowed Cindy to express any misgivings just now. Unfortunately, it was too late now. Luckily, at least Billy hadn’t expressed any hesitation about “having sex with his sister”.

“Okay, Cindy.” Billy gasped, “I promise you, you’ll never be in pain.”

Mom looked at him suspiciously.

“Trust me.” Billy said this to the two men.

Billy moved between his sister’s legs, spreading both thin legs and sitting on his knees in them. Mom gently lifted Cindy’s legs and pressed them back against her chest. With one hand betwixt her daughter’s legs, Mom used the other to carefully guide Billy’s rod into the wet, young, pink flesh.

As Billy began to apply pressure to his waist, breaking his rod into his sister’s tight honey hole, Mom clasped Cindy’s legs so that they were flat, and with her other free hand, caressed her daughter’s face.

Even though Cindy’s pussy was already wet enough to easily accommodate her brother’s rod, the little girl was still scared.

Mom began to kiss her gently, her tongue nimbly and forcefully pushing against her daughter’s teeth to release her tightly pursed lips. At the same time, Billy’s rod pushed against Cindy’s hymen.

“Okay, Cindy! Get ready, this won’t hurt.” Billy said, with special mental emphasis, “But I will… well, take your virginity.”

Billy pulled his rod out slightly, carefully watching the expression on Cindy’s face, and began to push forward, tearing at his sister’s hymen.

Cindy showed no sign of pain as Billy continued to push.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I don’t think there’s a problem.”

Billy sighed in relief and said, “Good, because that’s what it is. If it doesn’t hurt now, it won’t hurt later.”

“Really? I don’t feel any pain right now, it just feels a little… warm…” Sendy thought for a moment and smiled, “Honestly, it feels pretty good.”

Billy smiled and slowly began to poke in & pull back.

She was so narrow and tight and hot there, it was almost unbelievable.

After about twelve strokes, each impact penetrating about half an inch, Billy felt the meat stick deep in his sister’s honey hole, pushing against something. Apparently, he had filled her entire honey hole, and there was still half an inch of the rod exposed.

Sendy still felt no pain, merely breathing heavily and not paying attention to her mom’s kisses or caresses. As Billy continued to pump, little moans began to spill from her mouth.

Suddenly, Cindy let out a long scream, her body tilting into an arch from ecstasy. Billy slowed his movements, watching his sister’s pleasure.

As Cindy slowly fell from her first orgasm, Mom spoke for the first time.

“Isn’t that a nice place you go to, little one?”

“Oh… Mommy, that’s… scary!”

Mom said, “That’s called an orgasm. You can have an orgasm by playing with your kitty, but it’s a lot more comfortable when you have a man’s rod in it. When it’s all over, you’ll probably be sore for a day or so. At least at least, you’ll have to stay until it’s healed. But don’t worry; you’ll only bleed the first time.”

“Bleeding?” Cindy looked down at the rod slowly pumping in and out of her honey hole, where there was a noticeable streak of red.

“I’m bleeding!” She almost screamed at the top of her lungs.

Billy hastily pulled his rod out and moved back a bit.

Mom immediately hugged her and comforted her gently, “Little one, every woman bleeds when she loses her virginity. It’s bound to happen. Look! Hasn’t the bleeding stopped? It’s just old blood.”

“I’m sorry, little sister.” Billy said warmly, “I didn’t mean to scare you; but it won’t hurt, will it? Will it?”

“No.” Cindy huffed slightly.

“Look, I told you I wouldn’t let you get sore. And isn’t your orgasm worth a little blood? Especially since you weren’t hurt.”

“Yeah, I think so.”

Shanti seemed to calm down a bit and… began to feel curious. She gazed at her brother’s rod and balls with some confusion. She had only glimpsed these parts before. Strangely enough, she hadn’t been very curious about it before…

Mark sensed a potentially dangerous train of thought and immediately intercepted it.

‘Master, her virginity has been taken, may I restore the pain of this truncation?’

“This… oh, it’s better not to. Until her pain is completely gone, it’s better to leave it as it is!”

‘In accordance with your wishes, Master.’

By this time, Cindy had moved over to Billy to try to find a better angle on her brother’s genitals.

“I’ve never seen this properly before. How did you get it to stand up like this…?”

Mom answered her: “Little one, when a man sees a woman he likes, it’s like this. Usually, it’s smaller than it is now, and much softer. But when it gets hard, you’ll know he likes you. So, you’re the one who made it stand up, not your brother.”

“Does that mean you like me?” Cindy said, looking at him with adoring young eyes.

“Of course I like you! You’re my sister.” Billy joked, “And you’re a beautiful lady at the same time.”

“Oh, thank you, Billy. I like you too… so much…” Sandy hugged her brother, forgetting that it would irritate his genitals.

“Little one.” Mom said to Cindy, “I want you to get a warm towel over here. I’m going to get you both clean and then, we’re going to help your brother get his erection down.”

Shanti sniffed: “But I like my brother’s… my brother’s erection.”

Mom ate and laughed.

“No need to worry, it will come back. But before it comes again, brother must cum first, Noe, because of how good brother has been to you today, we’re going to help him cum.”

“Cum out?” Cindy asked, already on her way forward to the bathroom.

“It is the man’s orgasm. He ejaculates spermatozoa from his genitals into the woman’s genitals and makes a baby right there.”

“Is that how you make babies?” Cindy asked, her voice partially drowned out by the flowing water.

“Yes, my dear. But you’re still too young. In case you get pregnant, it would really be a dangerous thing, and you’re too young to have babies.”

“Okay.” Cindy said, grabbing a towel and going back into the room.

“So is Mommy going to get pregnant?”

“I don’t know. It’s not my best time of the month yet.”

“Best time of the month?”

“Let’s talk about this later.” Mom said in a different way, “We have plenty of time.”

Mom began scrubbing Billy’s rod, bringing it back to an erection again.

At this point, Billy’s mind was in turmoil.

Pregnant? He didn’t even think about that. What about Mom being pregnant? What about when Emmy got pregnant? Did she try to get pregnant too?

“Mark!” Billy shouted in his mind. Mom, I don’t want you to get pregnant!

“Mark, don’t get my mom pregnant.”

‘The scope of my power is the mind, not the flesh. But if this is what you truly desire…”

The demon replied: ‘Well then, master, I can obtain some contraceptive pills if you wish it.’

“Good. Aimi also wants some… or… to have someone else’s hand given to her so that no one will know.”

‘All as you wish, master.’ The demon cursed in his mind.

Pregnancy is not a particularly important thing. In fact, it may even be a bargaining chip in favor of a demon who can try to field negative feelings about the baby.

Billy’s rod was now completely clean, and the outside of Cindy’s pussy was wiped.

Mom said half seriously, “Now, pay close attention, Cindy. This is the best way to get a man to get an erection, or to cum. It’s called a blowjob.”

They spent most of the rest of the day in this bedroom recognizing each other’s bodies. Billy was surprised that there was so much he didn’t know, even though he had already fucked two different women this week.

That night they slept together in mom’s bed. Cindy curled up next to her mom, Billy wrapped his arms around his sister from behind, his meat stick not in the girl’s ass cleft, and her mom held Billy in her arms like three spoons.

Sunday was different again. Mom decided that Billy and Cindy should learn more about sex… different kinds of sex.

First, she introduces Billy to anal sex. (Billy likes it, but is sick of its long preparation.) Then, leaving Billy and Cindy alone for a few hours, she drives to the nearest big city, a drive that takes an hour.

Three hours later, mom came back. With two bags of magazines, small toys, books, and other things. Billy was especially mesmerized by a copy of BD (Note: BD, bondage anddomination, a type of SM, relies on bondage and discipline, master and slave, to achieve the purpose of SM.) magazine.

That night, Mom and Cindy’s arms were tied behind their backs and their feet were bound.

Over that next week, it became a challenge for Billy to refurbish how he tied up his mom and sister each night. After a few days, not wanting to repeat the same process over and over again took some creativity.

Billy uses handcuffs, leather cuffs, rope (the smooth, not the rough kind), knickers, pantyhose, & garter belts. He tied them arched, tied them in spread-eagle positions, tied them in a straight line, tied them in a 69 position, used both bodies as if they were pillows and mattresses, chained their ankles to the corners of the bed, and did all his imaginative variations of Mom’s books and magazines to bring them to full fruition. Mom and her sister couldn’t even sleep peacefully without tying them up.

Billy never hurt them (only the occasional spanking) and he never humiliated them.

He hadn’t tried to dominate them, or become their master.

It’s been endless fun up to this point.

Chapter 6: Family groups

About three to four weeks into the semester, strange things started happening during class.

Mark had gone to make sure that no one had noticed any difference between Emmy and Billy, or why better grades could be gotten than by utilizing less time to read, but even so, Billy was beginning to feel like someone was scouting him.

He felt eyes on him, but if he checked back himself, no one was paying attention to him.

Billy ordered Mark to do a surface sweep of the people around him, but found nothing.

The demon itself was worried. While it couldn’t find out much, it knew that owners of amulets tended to gain a heightened awareness of magic as well.

Billy may be able to sense certain things, but it fails to do so. The demon’s power, as great as it is, must be concentrated in a single point. It can only work on one person at a time.

Honestly, he could manipulate minds with simple or familiar commands as fast as multiple controls that could be simulated, but a deep examination of someone’s mind would take quite some time. If there was a magical insider nearby, unless it was a deep scan, he or she would have to hide his or her thoughts and powers with a mere show of hands.

Explaining this to Billy to get him to provide psychic support, the desire to do a deep scan (to speed things up), and the imperative to keep the secret that is his nature undiscovered for as long as possible, warred in it’s thinking.

Finally, it decided that such a confession (with minor omissions, of course) allowed it to kill two birds with one stone.

First, scanning is really helpful.

Secondly, and rightly so, such a discussion encourages Billy to trust it more.

“So, if I agree, you can find out if there’s a witch in my neighborhood or whatever, right?”

”Yes, master. Without your direct permission, my abilities will be limited.’ It was true, just not as exaggerated as Mark had made it out to be.

“Okay! I guess it shouldn’t be a problem. Suppose there’s a witch or a wizard or something there, will you protect me?”

Mark responded: ‘That’s for sure, I think I’m much more powerful than his or her supporters. Most witches are only contracted to lower level demons. Unless they have been consecrated to a demon of the highest level, I will have the advantage. I’ll start scanning now.’

Billy was genuinely startled. Witch! Luckily, Mark was there to protect him. But, without Mark, they probably wouldn’t have noticed him either. No, not only was there no proof that they had noticed him. There wasn’t even proof that they existed, just a vague feeling he had.

Billy looked around the classroom and thought it was a little strange; he/she was a witch or wizard.

It’s not easy to believe that someone in your class has something to do with the wizarding world. Maybe they’re a teacher… shit, maybe they’re a mayor.

Billy shook his head to clear it. Letting his imagination run wild wasn’t doing him any favors.

Close to the end of the school day, the demon found the one it was looking for.

”Master, this girl is in the back of the room… Aileen Berlake… has metaphysical knowledge and little power.”

Billy suppressed the urge to look back. Looking back would alert her. Billy knew what to do now.

“Don’t let her do anything to me. Can you control her?”

‘It’s trivial. She’s too weak.’

“Good. Don’t let her tell anyone and have it meet me after school.”

So much so, Irene was a witch. Billy tried to recall his memories of her. Compared to her classmates, she was an unknown student. Billy couldn’t really recall many memories of her.

He stole a glance back and didn’t see anything, there were too many people between them.

After school, Billy ordered Mark to take him to Irene’s locker room, where she was still fumbling with her textbooks under Mark’s influence. Billy stopped moving and watched her from a distance.

Irene was a little shorter than herself, with long, shoulder-length teal hair. She wore a short white blouse with a light blue, ankle-length skirt. He had not been able to see her face.

After a minute or two, all the halls were almost deserted, and Billy, feeling that it was safe enough, raised his steps toward her.

“Mark, do as I say to her.”

‘All as you wish.’ The demon promised.

“Irene, turn around.”

She turned her head, her expression frozen.

She was really pretty, with high cheek bones, a small nose and full lips. Billy truly wondered why he hadn’t noticed her before.

“Come here, Irene. Come with me to some hidden place.”

Billy led her down the hall to the teachers’ conference room where he had enjoyed many a fine afternoon with Emmy.

It reminds him…

“Mark, tell Emmy she doesn’t have to wait for me this afternoon. I may have to spend some time with Irene.”

‘Yes, master.’

“Irene, are you a witch?”

“Yes, Billy.” Irene’s voice was very flat, zombie-like. Billy preferred to keep her that way for the time being.

“Are you spying on me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I feel your inner strength. I told my parents. Dad instructed me to watch and probe you for everything.”

“Your parents? They’re witches too?” Billy wondered.

“Yes. Dad leads our entire family group.”

Billy thought for a moment and began to ask, “A group? What kind of group?”

“A group is a group of witches who work together. My family are the only witches in the area and we form our own group.”

“What power do you have?”

“We made a pact with a demon of the fourteenth hierarchy.”

“Mark…?”

”The fourteenth level of the class has no power compared to me. This demonic power works well for mortals who don’t feel skeptical about anything and are weak,, but it’s not even worth a sunburn for regular magical spellcasters. That family is probably isolated because they lack sufficient power to join a more powerful group on their own.’

“What level of power are you on?” Billy was curious.

‘If you use the power rankings of ordinary demons, I’m at the third or fourth level.’ In fact, it was the fourth level… but it was always said with the addition of “perhaps.”

“Wow. That sounds awesome. What do you think we should do about them?”

”We can’t let leave them alone. While they cannot threaten you, their knowledge poses a danger.’

“So, do you think we should walk to their house, or would that be too dangerous?”

‘The danger isn’t so bad, as long as I stay alert and can act directly on your orders again.’

“Good.” Mark turned his head and ordered, “Irene, let’s take a walk to your house. Do you have anything to say to keep us safe there?”

“There are guards there protecting the house, and I’ll kill you as soon as I get the chance, and I have the heraldry of power.”

“What power heraldry?”

Mechanically, Irene reached into her blouse and pulled out a collar. A simple pentagram shape, but Billy tensed slightly the moment he saw it. Undoubtedly, his magical senses were heightened.

“Mark?”

‘It’s a simple charm. It will protect her from the usual magical attentions, and is sort of recognizable to the guards in her house.’

“What about the guards at her house?”

Mark downplayed the situation: ‘When they meet me, they thrash around like they’re trapped in a spider’s web. They are not a threat. However, to be safe, you should take away her charm and destroy it.’

“Give it to me, Irene.”

Irene lifted the chain from around her neck and passed it to Billy.

“How am I going to destroy it?”

”Just physically attack it, it’s very is fragile. Stomping on it is enough. Just a little damage to its pattern is enough to render it useless.”

Billy looked at it curiously. It looked like a souvenir you could buy anywhere. Billy dropped it and stomped on it. The foot leaves and it breaks in two on the floor.

“Mark, can you manipulate her so that she won’t try to kill me in the future?”

‘She is now your faithful slave, just not revealing… her personality… until you decide how she should reveal it.’

“Good. Thank you.”

When Irene takes them back to her house, Billy can’t help but think he’s in a movie. It’s a reflection of himself now: a lone hero who is going to face a group of witches who hide their behavior from the normal people.

Billy was a little excited… and of course a little frightened, but he trusted Mark to protect him. He was more than a little surprised that he had to trust and rely on Mark.

A simple metal ornament has revolutionized his life. Not only does he have more self-confidence (he has intercourse at least three times a day, usually more), he now has a broader view of the world. Whereas a few weeks ago he would have laughed at the term witch, he was now confronting and fighting a syndicate of witches on the strength of a magical amulet.

And it was the first time he got all A’s this semester.

Irene’s house was only five minutes away from the school, although it was in the opposite direction from Billy’s. There was nothing noticeably different compared to the other houses, but just looking at it made Billy start to shiver. As they approached the front door, Billy felt the amulet radiating warmth in his chest, and the cold disappeared.

“Mark?” Billy called out to the amulet.

‘The guards have kudzu-farted and caught cold. I am now scanning… master! Her father sensed our proximity and is looking for some kind of sacrifice to protect himself…”

“Stop him!”

‘Yes… did. Her father, mother and sister are all under my… your control. This father intends to sacrifice his daughter as a sacrifice for the power to fight us. It’s simply not enough; but he won’t have a chance to find out.’

Mark was surprised: “You mean… did he really intend to kill his daughter?”

”Yes. His quest for power has made him evil.’

Billy froze at the gate entrance because of this little crisis.

Irene, still with a blank expression, merely stood behind him waiting for orders. Since every thing was under control, she advanced to open the door and guide Billy into the house.

The air smelled heavily of spices and mysterious symbols hung on the walls. Apparently, the appearance that a normal home should have did not extend to the interior of this house.

As Billy stared at the strange surroundings, the entirety of the family had quietly assembled and arrayed themselves before him. This was a bit of a let down. This adventure had been more than it should have been.

Billie sighed, scanning the family members before her.

My father was a short man, about five point four feet, with a black goatee.

The mother was noticeably taller than her husband, standing up straight at about five point nine feet, a very nice hourglass shape (what an hourglass looks like at the beginning of the hour, simply put, big breasts, small hips) and long dark jade hair.

The young daughter (who was obviously just a sacrifice ready to be sacrificed at any moment) was probably about a year or so younger than Billy, and about the same age as Cindy.

She wore a simple white robe and curly blonde (blonde?) hair. From which parent did you inherit it?

), a very sweet, very plain pretty face.

They all looked like zombies; like Irene, waiting for Billy to question them.

However, Billy was a little lost.

“Mark, what should be done with them?”

‘We must deprive them of their power; and they shall be punished for their crimes.’

“What should I do?”

‘Each witch or wizard has a different center of power. Remove or destroy that center and they have no power. As for their crimes, just ask them; they will tell you.’

“Okay, what’s the center of your power?”

“I am the center.” The father’s voice was strangely pitched. “I offer my soul to the Master, and it transforms my heart into the black diamond of power.”

Billy said, “A black diamond? Come on, how are you still alive?”

The man’s expression didn’t change.

“I didn’t make it clear. My heart, that is, was transformed by my soul. It is no longer a soul, focused into a center by black magic. However, there is a problem with my contract. My master did not have the power to create a pure soul crystal. It has revered flaws, and I have at least half as much power than I deserve.”

“Where’s your daughter?” Billy asked, pointing at the frozen blonde girl.

“She is a plan to give me more power; she has been raised to the realm of purity and innocence. Through her sacrifice, I will temporarily receive more and more power. I have been storing this sacrifice for some time, so that when I needed protection or had the opportunity to gain greater power, when I sensed that my magical guards had perished, I planned to sacrifice her, but you…”

He aborted speaking, as if struggling to get the right words out, but couldn’t.

“The… servant… stopped it.”

Billy finally asked, “How am I going to take your power?”

“Sacrifice me.”

“Sacrifice you! You mean, kill you?”

“Yes. My power is tied to my soul. As long as my soul is bound to my body, I can approach my power.”

“Mark, I can’t slaughter him! What am I going to do?” Billy was a little lightheaded.

‘Ask him about his crimes and then tell me why he doesn’t deserve to die.’ The demon snickered.

“What is your crime?”

The man didn’t stop talking or show extreme regret, he just started making a list.

“I have killed seven people, including my parents. I raped my eldest daughter when she was only five years old. I have likewise raped thirteen other women. I defiled and burned two churches. I destroyed the lives of twelve of my neighbors. I stole seventy-five thousand dollars in groceries and money. I renounced & cursed heaven. I worshiped Satan and swore allegiance to the devil. I have likewise cursed the souls of my family.”

Upon hearing the litany, Billy’s expression slowly stiffened. He didn’t really want to hear the details of these crimes. Still, Billy couldn’t bring himself to be cold-blooded enough to kill him.

”Master, I propose, how about simply letting him kill himself?”

“Good idea. Thanks.”

Billy ordered, “Listen carefully. Go out and write a suicide note and put it in your pocket, and then go and kill yourself… by jumping off a cliff or a building.”

The man walks to a nearby table, writes for a moment, then walks quietly out the door as his family looks on.

“Does he actually write the book?”

‘He has no choice.’ The demon was so sure that it followed up with a reminder: ‘Once he dies, his family will lose all their power.’

Billy Lives Them  set all the mysterious utensils in the house and burned them all.

When they  had gathered these things, Mother and Irene stopped moving and began to tremble.

‘Master.’ Mark telepathized to Billy, ‘It’s done, the man is dead now.’

The mysterious implements were set on fire in a metal trash can, and Billy gathered the three survivors in the living room to decide what to do with them.

“Any suggestions, Mark?”

‘The mother needs to be punished; the older daughter, Irene, may also need to be punished.’ The demon said: ‘The youngest daughter, Mary, has no way of living in this world without a leader. She has no experience of leaving this house.’

“Very well, ladies.” Billy said, “Mrs. Black, tell me your crime.”

“I have conspired with my husband in his crimes, and I have consecrated a sinless life to the Master. I have at the same time committed incest with my daughter Irene. I have destroyed the lives of three neighboring housewives. And I curse and renounce heaven and embrace hell.”

“Good, you’re powerless now, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” The woman froze.

“Then there is no need to kill you. What should I do with you…?”

Billy spoke out loud, but the woman…

Mrs. Berlake’s reaction was unchanged.

“If I am not killed, then I should be tortured I should remain a captive, drinking piss and eating shit. A slave for the rest of my life.”

“Well, okay.” Having his own slaves was a new idea for Billy… but he welcomed the idea.

Honestly, it was probably full of cleanliness. Even the shit & piss stuff (which probably means bullshit, right?) sounds too repulsive for her.

“Irene, what about you?”

“I have been elevated to a servant of evil. I committed incest with my mom and dad, and I destroyed the lives of four fellow students. I curse and renounce heaven and swear I will fall to hell.”

“Not really.” Billy shrugged: “How do you want to be punished?”

“I should be tortured, as a slave.”

Billy didn’t think she needed to be tortured; but a slave seemed… appropriate.

Billy turned to the youngest daughter: “What should I do… what’s your name?”

“My name is Mary. I have committed no notable sins and have never been in this house before, are you my new owner?”

Billy laughed, “Well, I’m your new brother, how about that?”

Mary turned her little face sideways and wondered, “What’s a brother?”

It took almost half an hour to comfort Mary. She wasn’t really frightened, and her knowledge was so poor that she couldn’t even comprehend what a shock was. Nevertheless, she was confused. Billy was the first non-family member she had seen. Mary couldn’t read or count. She had never watched television. Her windows were simply boarded up, and going out to the backyard to burn the freaks was the first time she could remember getting out of the house.

When he had pacified Mary, he gave orders to Irene and Mrs. Perec… wait, it was slave Irene, slave Rita.

The final decision was that Rita, the slave, would sell the house and give the cash proceeds to Billy; he would use the money to expand a small house in the family home (assuming that Mark was able to convince Mom).

They each packed a small bag and piled it in Slave Rita’s car. A few minutes later they arrived at Billy’s house.

Billy was a little nervous, but he trusted Mark to help him with this hurdle.

“Mom?” He called out to his mom and walked through the door.

“Billy! Guess who’s here to see you?” Mom came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. Behind her was… Aimi!

“Aimi! Why are you here?”

“I miss you so much, Lord… Billy, I want… to see you.”

It’s good that Billy never really banned Amy from the house. Now he had all his women in one room… except…

“Billy!” Cindy ran and jumped to the living room, and then she saw this group of people.

“Who are these people?”

Billy takes a deep breath.

“Okay! Everyone find a seat each. We have a lot to talk about.”

“Join me, Mark.” As he sat down, Billy passed the sense of thought to Mark.

Mom and Cindy sat quietly on the couch, but Amy, slave Irene, and slave Rita all tried to sit at his feet. It looked as if they were about to start a fight over it.

Billy took Emmy’s hand and sat her down beside him, and she immediately snuggled up to him affectionately. Slaves Irene and Rita each sat on the floor at his feet.

“Let me start with the introductions!” Billy began to introduce them one by one.

“This is my mom and sister, Cindy.”

“This is my… girlfriend, Aimi.”

“Everyone, this is… well, Irene, Rita and Mari.”

Billy said, “I have a very interesting story to tell you about them…”

Even knowing that Mark would help, Billy was surprised at how well everyone seemed to talk. When he finally finished, he leaned back in his chair and waited for everyone’s reaction.

Mom stood up.

“Very well, come here!” Mom said, “Billy, we need to get some sleeping bags for your slaves. Mary can sleep in Cindy’s room, while Cindy naturally sleeps with us.”

“Does that mean they can stay?” Not quite believing himself, Billy was surprised.

“Of course, Mary needs a good family, and Irene and Rita belong to you.” Mom paced up to Billy and gave him a long, wet kiss. “Remember, Billy, we’d do anything for you.”

Mom led the family to the bedroom, and Cindy trailed along curiously.

Amy turned to Billy and said, “Master, can I be your slave too?”

Billy crowed, “Emmy, they’re slaves because they’re being punished. You haven’t done anything to deserve it.”

“But I want to serve you and please you, how is it that they can and I can’t?” Emmy’s eye frames reddened and she was on the verge of tears.

Billy sighed over it.

“What do you think of that? Anytime you want, you can come over here any time you want and stay all night until the time mom allows.”

Emmy happily cupped her master’s hand and gave it a humble kiss, saying joyfully, “Thank you, Billy. Your mom and I have been talking together for a long time. We really like each other so much, so I think she’ll let me stay no matter what time it is.”

“This room is going to get pretty crowded!” Billy thought.

After that, slave Irene, and slave Rita, climbed into the room naked as their mom and sister did.

“Let’s put Mary to bed, she’s really giving out from all the excitement.” Mom said, following and guiding the slaves to Billy.

Mom sat down next to Billy and Emmy.

“Billy, should we send Rita home?” Mom was much more thoughtful after all, “The police have probably found her husband’s body by now and are on their way to their house to report it.”

Billy, having forgotten all about it, agrees immediately and sends the slave Rita away to deal with the police.

She’s ordered to play the distraught look, and to account for the fact that her daughter has been sent to a friend’s house for the night. She leaves Billy, Emmy, her mom, her sister and Irene.

Mom was the first to break that silence.

“Billy, do you want a rave party?” In a rare moment, Mom’s face was proud, confident, with girlish coyness, “I think it would be very educational for all of us.”

An orgy? How can Mom be so calm about this?

‘No problem, master.’ Mark said: ‘You sought my help and support earlier. I’m still mentally growing her sense of competition.”

“Umm… thank you, Mark.”

Indeed, Billy considered the offer seriously; a rave party might be really fun.

“Well, it sounds fun, but first… love… slave, come here.”

A few minutes later, Billy called them into his (well, mom’s) bedroom.

Irene was spread out naked on the bed. Her hands were cuffed to the headboard and her feet were stretched out straight and tied to the footrest.

“Irene is, from now on, a slave who needs to be punished, and anyone can deal with her in any way they like. But she is not allowed to orgasm.” Billy began to undress.

Billy’s women, following his movements, looked at him with undisguised lust… It was hard for Billy to remember exactly what happened last night. All he knew was that he had cum at least four times, in three different honey holes and one ass, but he couldn’t remember exactly who he had fucked.

He remembered seeing Irene being forced to lick everyone’s honey spots. Other women were manipulating a dildo with a bifurcated end, pumping it in and out of her honey hole. As someone licked his asshole, he remembered fucking someone else’s ass while that person was manipulating the dildo in Irene’s hole.

But the only thing he apparently remembers is the sight he saw when he woke up.

Mom and Emmy were curled up, sleeping on their sides, with a sleeping Cindy on top of Irene, her lovely honey hole at this slave’s mouth. Irene herself was leaking a full load of sweat, nectar and cum.

He ordered Mark to take care of his beauty-loving mom and dad (about which, for the record, Mark had done it as early as last night), and it was decided that they would all take the day off.

After some time, the slave Rita approached, her naked body with only a collar tied around her neck, bringing with her a large tray meal containing breakfast, for each of the… and a whipping.

She had completed her account to the police last night or this morning, and had since returned to Billy to do her duty as a slave. Billy had not yet done anything to her.

Marie is always over there.

As the other girls woke up and surrounded him, Billy looked around from side to side to make sure this was nice.

And it’s only going to get better down the road!