Demon Amulet

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Chapter One: Discovery

On the last two days of his vacation, twelve-year-old Billy was exploring an old castle in Germany, his ancestral home.

Indeed, Billy's branch of the family had migrated from Germany to America over a century ago,
but Billy's grandfather had always tried to maintain contact with the main family.

This trip was essentially his mother's way of escaping the void left by his father's death.
(Perhaps she was trying to find fragments of memories of him somewhere. Even now, she couldn't accept his passing.)

His mother had made it clear that they would be flying home the following afternoon, and that was absolutely irreversible
. So, in these last few days, Billy even used his rest time for exploration.

He started working in the modern areas, following the heat and flowing water to the dilapidated corridors. Billy
was certain he had found a hidden passage to a mysterious treasure.

He walked straight ahead, occasionally stopping in front of a very strange-looking rock or turning his head to look.
The torches fixed to the wall seemed to flicker with flame.

Any adult would have told him this only happened in movies, and that he'd been fooled by them.

Luckily, no one could tell him that. And luckily, because he had indeed discovered something.

It was an ancient metal ring placed in the rocks beneath the castle.

Billy had considered that perhaps pulling down the ring wouldn't reveal any secret, or perhaps it would
reveal its secret every time it was used.

So, he tried turning it.

Nothing.

He tried pulling and pushing it.

Nothing.

Finally, he tried pushing it up.

Crack…

He was almost startled if he hadn't been alert enough.

He nervously looked around to make sure no one was there, then returned to the metal ring. Pushing it again
didn't do anything, but when he leaned against the wall again, a passageway appeared. Inside the wall was a small
room.

Turning on his flashlight, he entered the room, where Billy, of course, saw many old books (which was
to be expected ) and a small, dusty glass case.

He wasn't particularly interested in the books because he couldn't understand them. However,
inside the box was a strange-looking amulet and chain.

He opened the cupboard and took it out.

It was a sturdy iron circle, with four triangles protruding from the top and a pentagram
etched in the center at the bottom and sides.

As he examined it, a voice echoed in his mind.

It was clearly not his own thought, as it pushed aside his other thoughts to make itself heard.

Who are you?

Startled and shocked, Billy stumbled backward.

He put down the amulet and took a few steps back.

You are my master's vampire, but you have failed to awaken me. Is my master dead? Who are you? The
voice was clearer now and sounded less threatening.

I am Billy. He said loudly, his voice a little faster.

Who… what are you?

I am a servant of my master and his bloodline. Is my master dead?

Who is your master?

My master…

the voice paused, unsure how to express it.

I am… created by the ruler of the continent, Wilhelm Wanger…

eh.

What is your true nature? I mean, are you the amulet itself; or are you sealed within it for
some reason? Are you a spirit, a demon, or something else? Billy
crawled forward, examining the amulet, but didn't touch it.

"It's just a child," the voice told itself. "

He doesn't know anything about me.

I can't shock him if I want to avoid being abandoned again.

" "I am the power of this amulet," the demon said.

It couldn't lie to Billy's bloodline, but hints or omissions were different. "

Is my master dead?" the voice asked again. "

Hmm, I guess so," Billy said. "I remember my mother saying that a hundred years ago there was a baron (
or something else) named Wilhelm; he built this castle. He seemed to be a famous warrior or
something."

"So, my master is dead, and I've lay here unused for centuries."

The demon stopped speaking, considering. "

This boy is indeed of its bloodline, but he's young, inexperienced, and… easily corrupted.

Will you be my new master?"

"Yes, of course." Billy said, "I think I might be. What can you do?"

Billy's heart churned, recalling the legends of fairies and magic. "

I know other people's thoughts, and I can control them, unless they are dedicated to another, greater
power."

Oh. For some reason, Billy felt a little disappointed.

He had grown up with those fairy tales of wishes from fairies and goblins, but he hadn't been able to wish for a palace,
or even an ice cream.

However, there were still many things he could do. He could read teachers' minds and find out the answers to exams. He could
find out if a girl liked him enough to go out with him. He could enter all the school betting games he wanted, using this
amulet to help him win (or make his opponents lose). He could use it to interrogate spies as a government agent.
Or, he could be a spy himself and make sure no one had ever suspected him. He could... well. Perhaps that
wasn't worth hoping for at all.

"Well, I like it this way. How should I use you?"

"Hang me around your neck; I will communicate directly with your thoughts." The amulet's voice
continued : "You can command me to perform a task, or seek my advice; these are all possible.

" Billy asked: "Is this only one of three wishes, or can I use you as many times as I please
?

No matter how long, I belong to you, and for your entire life, I will obey you!" If...
"I was taken by someone of your bloodline, and I must obey them as if they owned me; if I were
taken by someone who wasn't your bloodline, they would pay with their lives for learning my true nature."

"Good," Billy said happily. "But does that mean, say, my mother or sisters can use you?" "

Of course not," the amulet said. "I can only be used by men.

" What an idiot this boy is…or rather, what kind of world did he grow up in! How
could he possibly consider allowing women to wield power?

Very well, when this boy picks it up, the magic can learn the wonders of this world from the boy's mind. It
can't influence the boy's mind as it does others; but mind reading is no problem.

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

Chapter Two: Home

Except when he had to pass through the airport metal detectors, Billy didn't take off the amulet. The amulet said
it could cause guards to ignore any alarms, but Billy wanted to seize that opportunity. On the other hand, he was forced to ask
the amulet to make his mother and Cindy (his sister) ignore it. He didn't like forcing their
minds to change like this; but he didn't want anyone to know that he possessed the amulet… except perhaps Chris, his
best friend. He hadn't decided yet.

They arrived home two days before school started.

The first thing he did was meet up with Chris. They lazed around in Chris's room, surrounded by comics
and mannequins, and Billy asked questions.

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

“Telepathy?”

“Yes, that’s right,”

Chris scoffed. “You’ve been reading too much of your mother’s gossip magazines.”

Billy protested, “No, really not. What would you want to do?”

“Great,” Chris laughed, “Take all the answers from the teacher’s mind, I’d have an ace up my sleeve for
every exam.”

Billy said, “I’ve got that in mind. I mean roughly. What do you want to do in your life?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’d be a spy, unless nobody’s good enough for me to spy on. I could read
the minds of a bunch of stockbrokers and CEOs and make a fortune in the stock market.”

“Yes,” Billy nodded. “And now? What if you could control minds?”

“Great, like in a dream, I could control the world.” Chris stopped talking. After a long pause,
Chris said, “Controlling the world is too much trouble. I might take over a city, or a state. You know
, I can still do whatever I want, but I won’t have to worry about the big problems of the whole world.”

Billy said, “Are you sure you want to do big things? I… I don’t really intend to own a state or anything.”

Chris said, “Perhaps you’re right. If you can take anything you need, owning
something of your own is meaningless.”

Billy said, “But that’s stealing.”

At this moment, the demon almost foamed at the mouth. It even wanted to interrupt and join the conversation, but it had
been ordered not to speak to Billy until Billy left Chris’s house.

However, if it couldn’t offer advice on such a occasion, what other way was there to seduce the boy into depravity
? Then, it had an inspiration (extremely rare for a demon).

It was ordered to prevent itself from speaking directly to Billy, but Billy hadn’t mentioned any
restrictions on indirect communication. It carefully extended its magic into Chris’s mind.

“No, it won’t,” Chris said. “See, it’s only theft when you force someone.
If you don’t, then it’s not.”

Billy still had doubts: “But it’s still theft.”

“If you can make them want to give it to you willingly, then it’s not,” Chris said, spitting out a sweet
temptation like a viper. “In fact, you might be doing them a favor. You know how some people get tax breaks through donations
? They might be able to write off anything that their taxes provide.”

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

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

“That’s despicable,” Billy retorted. “Even if she can’t resist, she’ll hate us afterwards.”

“Sometimes despicable things can be fun,” the devil thought, cheering inwardly.

At this moment, it might only be a little… The steps of depravity need to be taken small, otherwise it’s easily detected
and avoided.

“We can make her completely forget about it, then we'll be the only ones who know. Maybe
we can even make her fall in love with us, then she'll want to do it willingly.”

“I don’t know.” Billy was tempted, but confusion still made him insist, “I have to think about it.”

At that moment, the demon saw that the seed had been successfully planted in Billy’s mind and was beginning to take root.

Billy prepared to carefully consider his choice.

The demon quietly withdrew from Chris’s mind.

“Hey, Billy.” Chris finally spoke up again with his own will (though he didn’t even realize he
wasn’t), “Is what you’re discussing really feasible? You should know you’re not a mutant from a comic book.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon playing Sega.

Unfortunately, although they were bewitched, the demon couldn’t influence the video game console, so
a lot of time was wasted when Billy stopped.

That night, Billy had a vivid, magical dream.

Amy Puristman was wearing her cheerleader uniform. Her long, smooth legs, and
the , always swirled around her whenever she twirled. Her tight top accentuated her
large breasts (well, for a 14-year-old, they were large), and with her erect nipples, her entire chest was clearly
visible through the tight fabric.

She was halfway through a routine, sexy dance move, standing in the middle of the gymnasium.

The gymnasium was empty, but Billy could hear the voices of all the other students as if they had stood up and were cheering.

Her breasts swayed, her seductive hips jiggling and spreading
beautifully , drawing increasing cheers.

She seemed to notice the applause and began to respond, giving them more to see.

In fact, she began to undress. First came the cheerleading pom-pom, followed quickly by her skirt and top. Wearing only underwear and a sports bra, she swayed towards Billy. The crowd went wild. He reached out and unhooked her bra. The

bra
fell

to the floor, and Amy turned,
letting Billy see her breasts for the first time.

Her pink nipples stood proudly erect, atop two lovely white mounds. Slightly rotating
her hips and shoulders, she gestured for Billy to come closer, thrusting her breasts forward as if for his inspection
.

He reached out and touched the cherry-like buds.

She trembled, moving closer to him, begging for more touches.

He reached out and cupped her breasts, gently pinching her nipples with his thumb and forefinger. He lightly squeezed and kneaded her buds, and
she shook her head violently. Her long red hair now obscured most of her face; but her eyes burned with
undisguised desire for Billy.

She grabbed his hand and slowly guided it down to her panties.

Billy was somewhat surprised, then, with a touch of roughness and force, he tore open her panties.

A deafening cheer erupted as he knelt to examine her genitals.

Hmm! Her pubic hair, though sparse, was clearly brown. She wasn't a natural redhead!

Billy stopped, beginning to wonder how he knew the natural color of her pubic hair, while time flew by.

His fingers traced the sparse pubic hair, letting his fingertips slide down to her cleft.

Amy pushed him aside and pulled out her baton. She wasn't
good at rapidly spinning a baton, but that wasn't why she took it out.

Amy placed the tip of the baton at the entrance to her honeyed spot, mustered her courage, and squatted down. Then,
looking directly at Billy, she began to sit down, slowly letting the baton enter her virginity, moaning in ecstasy,
and then screaming his name…

Billy awoke, noticing his manhood, and began to ejaculate a white fluid. He immediately grabbed some
tissues and wiped himself clean. Sneaking into the bathroom, he rinsed himself with tissues and dried himself with a rag.

Back in bed, he reconsidered the dream. He had to make it come true. He would use this amulet to make her fall in love with
him, and then make her forget everything they had done together.

The demon was angry with itself. Indeed, it had taken the real first step in seducing Billy,
but it had missed something.

Billy only knew that girls had pubic hair. He certainly didn't know that pubic hair indicated a girl's natural
hair color.

When the demon examined Amy's mind from afar, it hadn't thought of that.

Fool!

If Billy saw that Amy's pubic hair matched his dream, he might realize that something strange had happened.

Hmm… there was no time to match her hair color to her pubic hair color, but there was still time to correct the
problem. It began to reach out to Amy's sleeping mind again…

Chapter Three: Amy

The next day was the first day of school.

Since it was a small town, all twelve grades were housed in one building.

Billy had just entered seventh grade (equivalent to the first year of junior high), which meant he had to attend different
classes in different classrooms (a first for him).

But his mind wasn't on the classes (nothing interesting happened on the first day). He couldn't
calm himself down and stop thinking about Amy.

Amy was two grades older than him and had already dated someone. She was still a year away from turning sixteen. But her class didn't overlap with
his !

"Ah!" If he couldn't find her after school, how could he ask her out? Perhaps…

"A charm?" Billy thought to himself.

“Yes, Master, is there something you need?”

“Can you help me find Amy?”

“Yes, Master.”

“If you wish, wherever you wish, I can bring her to you immediately. I
don’t even need to approach her.”

“Really? Okay, bring her to me… Could you ask the coach not to lock the baseball locker room and
to leave it empty after school?”

“No problem.”

Billy said, “Okay, after school, once everything is ready, have Amy come over there to see me.”

“Everything will be as you wish.”

Several hours later, the final school bell rang.

Students rushed to the locker room, and the classrooms quickly emptied.

As students boarded buses and cars, even the school corridors became deserted.

When Billy slipped into the boys’ locker room, he felt like a thief or some kind of criminal.

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

Opening the door and entering the locker room, Billy saw a lonely figure standing in the room.

He turned on the light and saw Amy, who turned to greet him. A blank look appeared in her
eyes .

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

The demon considered.

Demons like him usually had many names. With different languages and cultures, he himself had at least twenty
different names. He chose an ancient Babylonian name, one that didn’t seem so menacing.

“At some point, I was known to mankind as Marduk.”

“Marduk, is that so?” Billy said, “What do you think if I just called you Mark?”

“As you wish, my lord.”

Billy turned his attention back to Amy.

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

“To turn her into a slave of love, is that alright?” This was a
skill it had acquired long ago under Wilham’s tutelage.

“Yes, that will do. As long as she doesn’t remember what happened afterwards.”

“As you wish.”

Amy suddenly came to life. She was startled for a moment, looking around with a bewildered expression.
Then, she saw Billy, and her face lit up completely.

“Master!” she almost screamed with joy.

She rushed to Billy, knelt down, and took his hand to her cheek.

She dared not look at Billy’s waist, and when Billy’s palm caressed her face, Amy almost
moaned in pleasure.

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

“What did you do to her, Mark?”

“She is now a simple life form, only knowing how to obtain the greatest pleasure by pleasing you.”

Billy hesitated and moved his hand to the girl’s beautiful long hair, stroking it gently.

Amy responded passionately, moaning.

“Hmm…”

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

“Amy?”

“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.

Sensing Billy’s hesitation, Mark quickly turned to Amy and sent a message.

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

“I… um… I think so.”

“Thank you, Master.” She giggled.

Taking a reluctant step back, temporarily leaving her master’s embrace, Amy began to undress.

She seemed to intend to turn this process into a performance. Amy slowly took off her pure black t-shirt, gently
swaying her body, giving Billy his first visual temptation.

Billy was slightly taken aback.

He had seen some naked women in Playboy magazines in Chris’s basement, but they
weren’t real. They were just pictures, a piece of colored paper.

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

A small bra covered her young breasts.
They swayed gently as she bent down to pull down her jeans and remove her socks.

She tossed the jeans and socks onto her shirt.

Aimee shyly tilted her head back, gazing at her master, hoping he liked her, pleading for his affection.

His attention was completely focused on her.

She trembled.

What if he didn't like her…

With trembling hands, the girl reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Slowly, she let it fall to the ground.

She dared not look at her master. Fearing rejection, she quickly pulled off her panties and tossed them on the ground, then
stepped over them.

Aimee awkwardly clasped her hands between her legs. For some reason, she had been forced to shave
her pubic hair . Not knowing whether her master preferred thick pubic hair or bare skin, she worried he would reject her.

As she lowered her head, she felt Billy approach.

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

He came to her?

His master liked her!

Aimee let out a soft moan: “Oh, master, please! I belong entirely to you.”

His hand slowly placed on her left breast.

As he touched her, a warm feeling slowly spread throughout her body.

Her master was touching her. Her master…

Billy was simultaneously stunned and incredulously excited. A beautiful girl not only wanted him
to touch her , but even begged for his touch. He carefully felt Aimee’s small, soft breasts, gently teasing her nipples,
sending spasms of pleasure and longing from his fingertips to her body.

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

In Billy’s clasped hands, Aimee’s youthful breasts were of such perfect size, the pink
nipples almost effortlessly slipping into his palm.

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

“Amy, do you know what a French kiss is like?”

“Yes, Master,” Amy said shyly, “I’ve done it with other people before…”

“I don’t know what it’s like. I’ve heard of it, but I don’t know much about it,” Billy said. “Can you show
me what it’s like?”

He had heard people mention it and knew it was a kind of kiss that required opening one’s mouth, that was all.

“Yes, Master,” she replied excitedly.

She moved closer to him and kissed his face. Tilting her head, Amy slowly opened her lips, bringing her two red lips to
his , gently inserting her tongue into his mouth.

He felt her tongue exploring inside his mouth, teasing his tongue, surrounding it, and playing in his mouth.

It was a little strange, but it really moved him.

As he began to get into it, his breath stopped.

“Is this good, Master?”

Billy praised, “This is wonderful, but how do you hold your breath for so long?”

“I breathe through my nose, Master.”

Mmm. Billy felt like an idiot.

“Mark, don’t let her remember that,” he quickly instructed. A simple way to avoid embarrassment.

"She's forgotten."

"Amy, what else have you done with other guys?"

"I had one guy lick my labia, and another guy put his thing... in my mouth
," Amy said. "He sprayed it all over my clothes, and I never did it with him again."

Billy suddenly became very nervous. He took a small step back, watching his penis swell inside his pants.

Maybe... well, he should let her suck it?

Billy's eyes lingered again on the girl's bare, intimate area.

Although she had partially covered herself, his gaze remained fixed on her. At that moment, he thought…

“Aimei, I thought girls had… you know, down there pubic hair.”

Aimei blushed.

“I shaved it off. Please don’t hate me!” She suddenly burst into tears, covering her face and sobbing. “I
don’t know why I did it, I just… I just…”

He moved closer, gripping her shoulders tightly.

“Aimei, it looks so beautiful. You look so beautiful. It’s just that I’ve never done
anything like this before, so I still need a chance to learn. Okay?”

She sobbed, “You mean… I’m your first time?”

“Oh, Master!” She opened her arms warmly, again probing his mouth with her soft tongue, actively guiding
his tongue into hers.

He hesitated for a moment, then pulled her into his embrace.

The girl’s skin was so smooth. He lowered his hands, caressing her smooth, rounded,
perfectly crafted buttocks.

Aimei had decided that to make his first time a success, she was willing to do anything. Her master was everything to her.
Her job was to do everything for him. And she could still offer her master a most special, sensual gift,
a treasure any woman could give a man… her virginity.

But deep down, Amy knew that before she could give her virginity to her master, he might let her go. That
was something she couldn't accept.

She gently stopped the kiss.

“What is it?”

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

Billy paused, gazing at her. His hands stopped stroking. His eyes opened in shock, but
he was clearly considering the offer.

She tried to reach for Billy's shirt, and when he didn't object, she pulled it up over
his head and tossed it aside. Amy kissed his lips, not with her tongue, and slowly slid down his body, giving him kisses that were almost worshipful

, in the way she desired . 　　His chin, his neck, his chest. (She hadn't even noticed the amulet.) She stopped at her master's chest and then sucked on his nipple. 　　He trembled, unsure if he liked it. 　　A warm trace of her delicate tongue lingered on his navel, where she began her most thorough kissing . 　　He trembled again. 　　As she deftly unbuckled his belt, her slender tongue moved downwards. 　　“Amy, I don’t know if…” 　　At this moment, she pulled down his jeans and underwear, her tongue reaching his penis. 　　She licked the underside of his shaft long and meticulously, effectively silencing him. 　　As she slowly teased his five-inch-long penis, Amy found herself no longer finding oral sex repulsive . She truly found herself wanting to taste the sweet milk from her master’s penis. His semen was the most intimate gift he could give her. Why had she ever loathed it? 　　Then again (she had done it once before, but not to her master. How could anyone else’s penis compare to her master’s?), Amy gently licked and rolled his penis, taking about two-thirds into her mouth like a baby suckling at its mother’s breast. 　　Amy enveloped his glans with her tongue, her saliva soaking the urethral opening and even reaching the urethra. Her hands moved in tandem, gently caressing his testicles. She knew her master's hands were lightly stroking her hair, his fingers running through her silken silk, caressing her face. 　　"Amy, I think I'm going to come," Billy murmured. "If you don't want me... uh... to ejaculate in your mouth, you'd better take it out..." 　　She opened her arms, wrapping them around Billy's waist, pulling him closer, determined to drink every drop. 　　"Amy!" 　　Amy could feel her master's scrotum tighten, and suddenly, her mouth was filled with his delicious semen. She quickly drank it down, determined not to waste a single drop. She licked her lips, then moved to his penis, making sure it was clean and empty. 　　Billy couldn't believe it. Amy Purisman, a beautiful girl he knew, had given him oral sex and swallowed his semen! 　　Billy's reaction was a little slow; his knees even stiffened. 　　He took two steps back, letting his penis slip from Amy's lovely lips, and slumped to the floor. 　　Amy crawled closer to him and, once again, took his penis into her warm, hot mouth. 　　As she sucked, she did everything she could to keep him erect, her slender hands wandering to his shoes, pulling them off , followed by his jeans and underwear, the things that had been wrapped around his ankles. 　　Billy couldn't believe Amy wanted more. 　　But when he saw the girl's beautiful, young, and slender curves, her bare pink vulva and delicate little bud , he found himself wanting more too. 　　But if he continued, if he wanted to… and her… to continue, she would lose her virginity. Whether Amy remembered or not, she would know she had lost it, and that wasn't fair to her. 　　Yet, her little mouth felt so, so, so good. 　　"Amy!" Billy gasped, "Now… you don't care… but tomorrow… you'll be in pain… you'll lose… your virginity… it will… happen to you… no…" 　　God, it feels so good! 　　“I can’t… let you do this…” 　　Somewhere deep within Amy’s heart, she knew she was under his control. But that wasn’t the point. Even if she weren’t influenced by him, she couldn’t imagine what it would be like. 　　Amy removed the penis from her mouth and began to speak, accompanied by sweet kisses to aid her explanation. 　　“Master, please let it be my choice. Whether I am your slave or not, I cannot imagine not making love with you.” Amy pleaded fervently, “Let me offer myself to you. Let me love you.” 　　Billy was almost losing control, almost succumbing to her, almost giving this girl what she wanted. But the fact that the only reason this girl wanted him was because of the amulet still made him hesitant.

“Mark, does she love me…? If it weren’t for your influence, would she still love me?”

The demon stopped moving and began to think. His answer had to be true, but it also had to guide Billy to sleep with the
girl.

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

The demon chuckled inwardly. In the current situation, Billy could easily believe this. And it was indeed an
opportunity .

Of course, marrying the Queen of England was also an opportunity (though perhaps not a very good one).

As the demon had hoped, these words were enough to push Billy to cross that line.

Billy cupped Amy’s face in his hands, facing her, gazing into her beautiful blue eyes.

“Amy, I’m happy to make love with you.”

Billy looked around.

This cold changing room wasn’t a good place for sex, but they had nowhere else to go. Or was there
somewhere else?

“Mark, which building is empty?”

The demon scanned the building, only finding two campus guards emptying trash and arranging tables and chairs.

“There’s one cleaner left. If you wish, I can easily cover
your .”

“Thank you.”

“Amy, take the clothes.” Her face lowered, but she was listening. “This isn’t a good place to…
do that. There are plenty of good empty rooms in this building; and I want to ensure our safety. I
think we can go to the infirmary, or any office with a sofa.”

Amy’s face brightened, and she let out a soft cry of delight, hurriedly piling their clothes in
her hands.

They walked cautiously through the dark, empty school, Billy leading the way, Amy following behind,
her gaze naturally fixed downwards.

Walking naked down those familiar corridors felt strange, but Amy trusted her master, and Billy did
everything he could to convince her.

Soon, they reached the administrative offices. In the secretary’s office, there was a hard chair, a desk,
and a coffee table. In the vice-principal’s office, there was a chair with a backrest, a desk, and a more elegant coffee table.
The principal 's office had rather nice chairs and a nice desk, but no coffee table.

Damn it!

As they were heading towards the infirmary (which, though uncomfortable, had cushioned tables),
they passed through the conference room.

There was a large leather table there! (This conference room was definitely better than the offices!)

"This will do," Billy said, pulling Amy into the conference room.

He took the clothes off Amy's arm and spread them on the floor. Moving his hands to her bare, full buttocks,
feeling a slight tremor between the delicate skin, he picked Amy up and placed her on the table.

As his hand slid down her body, Billy remembered that he hadn't really seen her
naked .

He had only caught a fleeting glimpse. Gently having Amy lie down and open her pink legs, he knelt down to examine
the virgin 's vulva.

It was a small mound between her legs, almost the ideal size to hold in one hand. The mound was
parted by a small pink cleft.

Her vulva wasn't completely closed; Billy could barely see another layer of tender flesh inside, pink,
almost red.

He carefully parted the two separated petals at the outer edge of the cleft, gazing at Amy's most private, most sensitive
part . The two inner petals seemed lower than the outer ones; slightly smaller, and the opening was lower as well.

In fact, the four petals at the juncture of the tips looked somewhat disproportionate. A small bud
blossomed .

It seemed to be a reminder of what Chris's uncircumcised penis looked like when erect
. (Last year, they had looked at each other's penises, because Billy wanted to see what an uncircumcised
penis looked like, while Chris wanted to see a circumcised one.) It was much smaller.

He reached out to touch it, causing Amy's body to jump.

Worried that he might hurt her, Billy looked at Amy.

Her eyes were closed, and a silent moan escaped her lips.

He touched it again, watching her expression contort.

This shouldn't be hurting her.

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

Amy’s heavy breathing prevented her from answering.

“It’s…oh…oh…it’s my…my clitoris…um…thank you, Master…
Master…Master.”

“Clito?” Billy exclaimed, his fingers continuing to move. “Like a clitoris?”

“Yes…um…oh…”

Billy looked again at the tiny flower.

He always thought the clitoris should be inside. Maybe that was…um, some kind of control point. A control point that could drive a woman
wild. And her flower should be perfect for that.

Leaving the clitoris for a moment, he carefully peered into the inner petals, trying to find
where he should insert his penis.

It was a small, tight honey hole, but it seemed impossible for his penis to enter.

Then, it was so beautiful, moist, and smooth.

Using his left hand to part her opening, Billy carefully tried to insert his right index finger. It was tight, but not too
difficult to insert; at least not as difficult as he had thought.

He inserted one or two knuckles, wiggled them slightly around, and left them inside her.

Her honeyed place was so warm and moist. The wet petals almost seemed to suck his finger in
.

He pulled his finger out and saw the glistening white nectar on it. Just to test it out, not really sure he wanted to
do it , he stuck out his tongue and put the wet finger in his mouth.

How strange.

It wasn't really a very good taste; rather, it smelled like… he wasn't sure…

Billy had heard the rumors about oral sex.

Girls were supposed to like it, and sometimes some boys would laugh at the
guys .

Well, nobody really knew.

He bent down, pulled her parted labia, and stuck out his tongue, ready to lick it.

Amy was in heaven.

Her master was about to make love to her, to take her virginity.

At first, he examined her.

She prayed that he would approve of her.

He merely touched and stimulated her, making her wet. His fingers, his flicks, took her to another
world.

Then he stopped.

A moment later, she boldly glanced down.

Her master put a finger in his mouth and moved his face down to her genitals.

"No!" Amy cried out in fear, pressing her hands onto her master's shoulders. He looked up at her in surprise
.

"I thought women liked being licked there."

"I...I..." Amy stopped thinking.

Honestly, she liked it, when…when other boys…licked her like that…it felt strange, but
good . But for her master to do it for her, just as she did for him, oral sex seemed…degrading.

Degrading him.

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

Billy was confused, and he saw the same confusion in Amy’s face.

Why was she confused?

Perhaps…

“Mark, what did you do?”

Mark was scrutinizing Billy’s mind.

Billy was just curious. He didn’t think licking genitals was a degrading act like his ancestor Wilhelm.
Wilhelm abhorred licking women’s genitals. And Marduk had written that into its basic slave code,
so naturally , it applied to Amy. Of course, Mark fully endorsed Billy’s ancestor’s aversion. Women weren’t
given pleasure; they were meant to provide pleasure.

“My previous master didn’t like it, so he instructed me to make his woman dislike it. I didn’t
object to the instruction; I simply followed the orders I received.”

This was true, but from this fact, Mark sounded like nothing more than a machine executing a pre-programmed sequence.

“Okay, stop doing that.” Billy changed the order: “And get Amy to agree to…do it.”

“Whatever, master.” If he was lucky, this would only be a minor setback.

Once again, Billy moved down to Amy’s honeyed spot.

He glimpsed a hint of confusion on her face, but she didn’t stop him.

She began to tremble as his tongue first touched her lips, starting from the tip and slowly gliding up to
the clitoris, where the flower already stood proudly erect. Her scent still smelled somewhat strange, but…
to be honest, Billy didn’t care what it tasted like. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t fishy, it wasn’t like any
description he’d ever heard before.

Nevertheless, it still elicited a good reaction from Amy.

Billy began licking her again, circling his tongue around her clitoris, enjoying her trembling, gasps, and moans.

He continued for a minute or two, trying to find the right fit for her. Good, licking her was pleasurable, but
his penis began to tighten, showing displeasure at being ignored.

It was time to fuck her.

He stood up and positioned her on the table; she was like a work of art on display, her
beautiful legs outstretched, her pink arms wrapped around his neck.

For some reason, her breasts seemed smaller, perhaps because she had straightened her back, making them appear flatter.

Next…

Billy climbed onto the table, knelt between the girl's legs, and slowly moved until he took her tender, red breasts into his mouth
. After sucking for a while, he moved up to her face and gave her a passionate French kiss on her sweet little mouth. He felt
his penis rubbing against her lower abdomen and pubic hair.

Finally, he tried to insert his penis into the virgin's vagina.

Hmm… he couldn't find the entrance.

He sat up and reached out to part the two petals.

There it was.

With one hand separating the labia, he slowly and carefully guided his penis into her honeyed depths with the other. As he
applied pressure, the tip of his penis slid in.

"Oh, Master,"

Billy responded to her passion.

He continued to hold her for a while, feeling the girl's tender flesh was incredibly hot, wet, and taut.

At first, he slowed down, then gradually increased, pushing his penis in closer and closer,
penetrating halfway in at a rate of one inch each time.

After a few minutes of shallow attempts, he slowly went deeper and deeper, feeling his penis encounter resistance, and
gradually breaking through a small barrier.

Amy convulsed, her beautiful face contorted in pain, but it didn't last.

Billy still held his penis, his eyes looking at Amy with concern. But she opened her blue eyes and returned her master's big smile. A few tears slid down her cheeks, a heartfelt thank you

for enslaving her heart. 　　Billy kissed her gently and began again. 　　After several thrusts, a sudden, powerful stroke sent Billy fully inside her, his sparse pubic hair rubbing against the girl's bare mound. 　　Billy's thrusts grew increasingly rapid as he drew closer to ejaculation. 　　Amy noticed this and tried to keep up with the rhythm so she could reach orgasm at the same time as her master. 　　The pain of losing her hymen caused her to lag slightly behind. 　　Finally, Billy penetrated deep into her vagina, paused for a moment, and ejaculated his seed into the girl's body. 　　Amy felt her master reach his climax, planting his sacred seed inside her, and immediately entered into a fierce orgasm as well. 　　Billy thrust a little longer, ejaculating before she reached her climax. 　　Worried that he might have hurt her, he immediately rolled off and reluctantly withdrew .

Amy gradually recovered from her climax, but was still immersed in the afterglow.

"Thank you, Master," she whispered.

They lay motionless, like sunbathing, for five minutes, ten minutes.

Finally, Billy felt somewhat exhausted and got off the table to walk to a pile of clothes. As Billy was about to put on his
underwear , he discovered that his penis was still wet. Looking around, he found a…

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