Demon Amulet

page views:1 Publication date:2023-06-11 09:53:18

The Demon's Protection

Author: ngb

Translator: Gu She, leonic

Provider: daisy at t2

Chapter 1: 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 hundred years 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 torch, fixed to the wall, seemed to flicker.

Any adult would have told him this only happened in movies, and that he was being 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 below 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, making sure no one was there, before returning 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 in Germany) 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 slightly 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 itself.

"I am... created by the ruler of the continent, Wilhelm Wanger..."

"Huh."

"What is your true nature? I mean, are you the amulet itself; or are you sealed within it for some reason?"

"Are you an elf, or a ghost, or something else?" Billy crawled forward, examining the amulet, but didn't touch it.

"It's just a child," the voice said to itself. He doesn't know 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 vampire lineage, but it was different if it was through hints or omissions.

"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." "

I see. My master is dead, and I've lay here unused for centuries." The demon paused, considering.

The boy was indeed its descendant, but he was young, inexperienced, and… easily corrupted.

“Will you be my new master?”

“Well, of course,” Billy said. “I think I could be. What can you do?”

Billy’s heart churned, recalling the legendary wishes of elves and magic.

“I know other people’s thoughts and can control them unless they are devoted to a greater power.”

“Oh.” Billy felt a pang of disappointment. He had grown up with those fairy tales of wishes, 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 exam answers.

He could figure out if a girl liked him enough to go out with him. He could participate in all the school betting he wanted, using the amulet to help him win (or make his opponents lose). He could use it as a government agent to interrogate spies. Or, he could become a spy himself, making sure no one had ever suspected him.

He could… well. Perhaps it wasn’t worth the disappointment.

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

"Hang me around your neck; I will communicate directly with your mind." 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 just one of three wishes, or can I use you as many times as I wish?" "

For as long as it lasts, I belong to you, and for your lifetime, I will obey you! If I am taken by someone of your bloodline, I must obey them as if I were their property; if I am taken by someone who is not of your bloodline, they will pay with their lives for learning my true nature."

"Great!" Billy said happily, "But does that mean, for example, 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 that he would even consider allowing women to wield power?

Very well, when the boy picked it up, it could learn about the wonders of the world from the boy's mind. It couldn't influence the boy's mind like it did others; but mind reading was no problem. After

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

Chapter Two: Home Billy

didn't take off the amulet except when he had to pass through the airport metal detectors.

The amulet said it could make guards ignore any alarms, but Billy didn't want to take advantage of 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 them to change their minds like this; but he didn't want anyone to know that he possessed the amulet…

maybe, except for Chris, his best friend, he hadn't decided yet.

They arrived home two days before school started, and the first thing he did was meet up with Chris. They lazed around in Chris's room, surrounded by comics and figurines, 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, "Get 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 something big? 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 this occasion, what other way could it 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 was still doubtful: “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 Emily 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 are fun,” the devil thought, inwardly cheering. 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. Perhaps 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 this 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 Priesman was wearing her cheerleader uniform. Her long, smooth legs, and the short skirt that ran over them, were always visible whenever she twirled. Her tight top revealed 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 top.

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 sounds of all the other students, as if they were standing up and cheering loudly. Whenever she shook her firm breasts, her seductive hips swayed vigorously, making beautiful, spreading movements, the cheers would increase.

She seemed to notice the cheers and began to respond to them, giving them more to see. In fact, she began to take off her clothes. First, the cheerleading pom-pom left her body, followed quickly by her skirt and top. Wearing only underwear and a sports bra, she danced lightly 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 her cherry-like nipples. She trembled, moving closer to him, begging for more touch. He cupped her breasts in his hands, gently pinching her nipples with his thumb and forefinger. Gently squeezing and kneading the nipples, 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 grasped 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.

The cheers were deafening. He knelt down to examine her private parts. Hmm! Her pubic hair, though sparse, was clearly brown.

She wasn't a natural redhead! Billy stopped moving, wondering how he knew the natural color of her pubic hair, while time flew by. His fingers traced sparse pubic hair, his fingertips sliding down to her cleft.

Amy pushed him aside and pulled out his rod.

She wasn't good at quickly spinning the rod, but that wasn't why she took it out.

Amy placed the tip of the rod at the entrance to her honeypot, mustered her courage, and squatted down. Then, looking directly at Billy, she sat down and slowly guided the rod into her virginity, moaning in ecstasy, then screaming his name…

Billy woke up, noticing his penis ejaculating.

He immediately grabbed some tissues from the bedside table 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 himself.

Indeed, it had taken the real first step in seducing Billy, but it had let something slip.

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 had seen Amy's pubic hair match the dream, he might have realized that something strange had happened.

Well… there was no time to match her hair color with her pubic hair color, but there was still time to correct the problem, and it began to reach out to Amy's sleeping mind again…

Chapter 3: 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 that he would have to go to different classrooms for different classes (a first for him).

But his mind wasn't on the lesson (nothing interesting had happened in class the first day). He couldn't calm himself down and stop thinking about Aimi.

Aimi was two years 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 called out in his mind.

'Yes, Master, is there something you need?'

"Can you help me find Aimi?"

"Yes, Master." "

If you want, wherever you wish, I can make her come to you immediately. I don't even need to get close to her." "

Really? Okay, let her come to 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, after school, once everything is ready, have Aimi 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 rooms, 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 lone figure standing in the room.

Turning on the light, he 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 humans as Madonna." “

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

“Turn her into a slave of love, would that work?”

This was a skill he had learned long ago under Wilham’s tutelage.

“Yes, that would work. 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.

“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 as Billy’s palm caressed her face, Amy almost moaned in pleasure.

Unable to process what he was doing, Billy simply stood there, frozen.

"What did you do to her, Mark?"

"She's a simple being now, only knowing how to gain the greatest pleasure by pleasing you."

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

Amy responded passionately, moaning softly.

"Hmm…"

He gently lifted Amy's head, pulling 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 somewhat confused for a moment.

Sensing Billy's hesitation, Mark immediately 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.

With 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 removed her pure black t-shirt, swaying her body gently, 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.

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

A small bra covered her young breasts. As she bent down to pull down her jeans and remove her socks, they swayed gently.

She tossed the jeans and socks onto her shirt.

Amy shyly tilted her head back, gazing at her master, hoping he liked her, pleading for him to like her.

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.

She slowly let her bra fall to the ground.

She dared not look at her master. Afraid of rejection, she quickly pulled off her panties and tossed them aside, then stepped over them.

Amy awkwardly clasped her hands between her legs, embarrassed.

For some reason, she had been forced to shave her pubic hair this morning.

She didn't know if her master preferred thick pubic hair or exposed skin, and she worried he would reject her.

As she lowered her head, she felt Billy approach.

"Amy?"

"May I...?" Billy held out his hand to her.

He was coming to her?! Her master liked her! Amy let out a soft moan: "Oh, master, please! I belong entirely to you."

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

master was touching her.

Her master… Billy was simultaneously stunned into stiffness and overwhelmed with excitement.

A beautiful girl not only allowed him to touch her, but even begged for his touch.

He cautiously felt Amy's small, delicate breasts, gently caressing her nipples, sending convulsions 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 cupped palm, Amy's youthful breast was of such perfect size, the pink nipple almost effortlessly nestled into his hand.

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," Billy said. "Can you show me what it's like?"

He had heard it mentioned before, knowing it was a type of kiss that required opening one's mouth, but that was all.

"Yes, Master," she replied excitedly. She moved closer to him and kissed his cheek. Tilting her head, Amy slowly parted 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, surrounding it, and frolicking within. It was somewhat strange, but it truly moved him. As he began to get into the mood, his breath caught in his throat.

"Is this alright, Master?"

Billy exclaimed. "This is wonderful, but how do you hold your breath for so long?"

"I breathe through my nose, Master."

"Hmm." Billy felt like an idiot.

"Mark, don't let her remember that," he quickly instructed, an easy way to avoid embarrassment.

'She's forgotten.'

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

"I had a guy lick my labia, and I had a 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 tense, taking a small step back and watching his penis swell inside his pants. Perhaps… well, should he let her suck it? Billy's eyes lingered again on the girl's bare, intimate area.

Though she had partially covered it, his gaze remained fixed on it. At that moment, he thought…

"Amy, I thought girls had… you know, down there pubic hair."

Amy 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. "Amy, 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, once again probing his mouth with her tender little 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 hand, caressing her smooth, rounded, artistically perfect buttocks.

Amy had decided that she was willing to do anything to make his first time perfect.

Her master was everything to her; her job was to do everything for him.

And she could still offer him a most special, sensual gift, a treasure any woman could give a man… her virginity.

But deep down, Amy knew that before she gave her virginity to her master, he might release her, 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 caressing. 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 high over his head and tossed it aside.

Amy kissed his lips, not with her tongue, and slowly slid down his body, giving him an almost adoring kiss in the way she desired.

His chin, his neck, his chest.

(She hadn't even noticed the amulet, yet still avoided it—an amusing technique.) She paused on her master's chest, then suckled at his nipple.

He trembled, unsure whether he liked it or not.

Her delicate tongue left a warm, moist trail down to his navel, where she began her most thorough kissing.

He trembled again.

As she deftly unbuckled his belt, her slender tongue licked 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?

And 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 tenderly 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 last 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 Priesman, a beautiful girl he knew, had given him oral sex and swallowed his semen!

Billy reacted a little slowly; 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, wet 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 bud, he found himself wanting more too.

But if he continued, if he wanted to… and continue with her… 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.

"Aimee!" Billy gasped, "Now... you don't care... but tomorrow... you'll suffer... you'll lose... your virginity... it will... happen to you... no..." Oh God, this feels so good! "I can't... let you do this..."

Somewhere deep within Aimee's heart, she knew she was under his control. But that wasn't the point; even without his influence, she couldn't imagine how different it would be.

Aimee 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'm your slave or not, I can't imagine not making love with you." Aimee pleaded fervently, "Let me offer myself to you, let me love you."

Billy almost lost control, almost succumbed to her, almost gave 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... without 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 devil 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 devil hoped, these words were enough to push Billy to cross that line.

Billy cupped Amy's face, facing him, 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 devil scanned the building, only finding two campus guards emptying trash and arranging tables and chairs. "

There's a cleaner left. If you wish, I can easily cover your escape under the guards' watchful eyes." “

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 places in this house; and I need to ensure our safety. I think we can go to the infirmary, or any office with a sofa.”

Amy’s face lit up, 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 downward.

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.

The secretary’s office had a hard chair, a desk, and a coffee table.

The vice-principal’s office had a chair with a backrest, a desk, and a more elegant coffee table.

The principal’s office had a nicer chair and a nicer desk, but no coffee table.

Damn it! As they headed 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 certainly 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 lifted Amy and placed her on the table.

As his hand slid down her body, Billy remembered that he had never truly seen her naked vulva; he had only caught a fleeting glimpse.

Gently helping 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 of her body. 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 from within. It seemed to be a reminder of what Chris's still-foreskind penis looked like when erect.

(Last year, they had looked at each other's penises, Billy wanting 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 again.

Amy's heavy breathing made it impossible for her to answer.

"It is... oh... oh... it is my... my clitoris... um... thank you, Master... Master... Master."

"Clito?" Billy exclaimed, his fingers still moving. "Like a clitoris?"

"Yes... um... oh..."

Billy looked at the small flower again, he always thought the clitoris should be inside. Maybe that was... um, a control point. A control point that could make a woman wild. And her flower should be perfect for this.

After leaving the clitoris for a moment, he carefully peered into the two inner petals, looking inside, 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, wet and smooth.

Using his left hand to part her slit, Billy carefully tried to insert his right index finger.

It was tight, but not so difficult to insert; at least not as difficult as he thought.

He inserted one or one and a half knuckles, wiggling them slightly around her, leaving them inside her. Her clitoris was so warm and moist, the wet petals almost seeming to suck his finger in. He pulled his finger out, seeing 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.

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

Billy had heard rumors about oral sex, that girls should like it, and that sometimes some boys would laugh at the guys who supposedly performed oral sex on girls.

Well, nobody really knew.

He bent down, grasped 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 acceptance. But he only touched, stimulated her, made her wet. His fingers, his teasing, transported her to another world. Then he stopped.

A moment later, she dared to glance down. Her master put a finger in his mouth and lowered his face to her genitals.

"No!" Amy cried out in fear, pressing her hands against her master's shoulders.

He looked up at her in surprise. "I thought women liked being licked there."

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

To be honest, she liked it, when...when other boys...licked her like that...it felt strange, but good. But for her master to do this for her, as she had done for him, oral sex seemed...degrading. Degrading him.

She didn't know why; but it wasn't right for her master to get himself dirty 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 examining Billy's mind.

Billy was just curious. Unlike his ancestor Wilhelm, he didn't consider licking genitals a degrading act. Wilhelm abhorred licking women's genitals. And Marduk had already written this into his basic slave program, so naturally, he applied it to Amy.

Of course, Mark fully endorsed Billy's ancestor's aversion. Women weren't meant to be given pleasure; they were meant to provide pleasure.

'My former master didn't like it, so he instructed me to make his women 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 instructions. "And get Amy's consent... to do it."

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

Once again, Billy moved down to Amy's genitals. 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 two honeyed lips, starting from the tip and slowly sliding upwards to the clitoris, where the flower already stood proudly erect.

Her taste was still somewhat strange, but… to be honest, Billy didn't care what it tasted like—not sweet, not fishy, it wasn't like any description he'd ever heard before.

Nevertheless, it still elicited a good reaction from Amy.

Billy began to lick her again, circling his tongue around her clitoris, enjoying her trembling, gasps, and moans. He continued for a minute or two, trying to match his tongue to the girl's honeyed opening.

Good, licking her was a pleasure, 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 curled legs spread out, her pink arms wrapped around his neck.

For some reason, Amy's 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 breast 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 honey hole.

Hmm… he couldn't find the entrance.

He sat up, reached out and parted the two petals; there it was.

Using one hand to separate the labia, Billy used his other hand to slowly and carefully guide his penis into her honey hole. When he applied force, 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 tight.

At first, he slowed down, then gradually increased the speed, Billy pushing his penis in gradually, at a rate of one inch each time, entering halfway.

After a few minutes of tentative attempts, he slowly penetrated deeper and deeper. Billy felt his penis encounter resistance, gradually breaking through a small barrier.

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

Billy still held his penis, his eyes filled with worry as he looked at Amy. But she opened her blue eyes and returned a big smile to her master. A few tears slid down her cheeks, a heartfelt thank you for enslaving her.

Billy kissed her gently and began again.

After several thrusts, a sudden, powerful stroke, and Billy was fully inside her, his sparse pubic hair rubbing against the girl's bare mound.

Billy's thrusts gradually became more and more rapid, because he was getting closer and closer to ejaculation.

Amy noticed this and tried to keep up with the rhythm so that she could reach orgasm at the same time as her master.

The pain of losing her hymen made her fall slightly behind.

Finally, Billy was fully inside her, paused for a moment, and ejaculated his seed into the girl's body.

Amy felt her master reach his climax, planting the sacred seed inside her, and immediately entered a fierce orgasm herself.

Billy thrust for a while, ejaculating before she reached her climax.

Worried that he might have hurt her, he immediately rolled off and reluctantly withdrew his penis from Amy's honeyed depths.

Amy gradually recovered from her orgasm, 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 a little exhausted, got off the table, and walked to a pile of clothes.

When Billy was about to put on his underwear, he found that his penis was still wet. Looking around, he found a pile of napkins next to a coffee maker. He used them to wipe himself clean and then threw the napkins into the trash can.

After he put on his underwear and socks, he looked at Amy, the girl lying lazily on the table, secretly watching him.

"Come here," Billy said. "It's time to get dressed."

"Yes, Master." Amy reluctantly got up and walked to her clothes, swaying her beautiful, round buttocks seductively as she went.

Seeing this, Billy knew his penis was aroused again. But he had already ejaculated twice in almost an hour, and he didn't want to exhaust his luck.

Billy helped Amy clean herself with a napkin…

good, she had cleaned herself externally.

She had left her master's semen deep inside her, and the thought that she might be pregnant with his child made Amy tremble.

(Indeed, given her period, Amy knew she might not be pregnant, but she still hoped so.)

Billy finished dressing and turned to face Amy; she was adjusting her t-shirt.

"Amy, I have to restore you…just like you were meant to be…"

"No!" Amy almost screamed.

"Don't let me leave you." Amy's eyes suddenly filled with tears as she knelt down, looking up at him.

"But, you're not the real you now..."

"I don't care." Amy said resolutely yet pitifully, "I just want to be able to love you for the rest of my life."

"Don't let me forget you, okay?"

Billy hadn't expected this scene; the events of his recent climax still lingered in his mind.

"Hmm, hmm." Billy hesitated, "Let me see... what I can do."

Amy, tears still streaming down her face, trickled down her nose and into his palm.

"Hmm, Mark, can you... hmm, can you make her normal again, but still remember all of this and still love me?" '

Yes, Master.' The devil said, 'She will return to normal; just like she always has, but in her heart... she will still remain your beloved slave.' The devil was very pleased.

To be honest, the young bitch hadn't really returned to normal; Billy was just secretly keeping her in a slave state.

A clear step in the right direction.

"Is it alright? Thank you."

"Alright, Amy," Billy said. "Come here!"

"Remember not to tell anyone about us, okay?"

"Thank you, Master." Amy knelt on one knee and, in a devout and respectful tone, swore, "I will remain silent for as long as you wish."

She stood up and squeezed his hand.

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

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

Luckily, they both lived within walking distance. Billy kissed Amy goodbye and promised to see her again tomorrow.

Chapter Four: Mom

Billy practically ran home. He was secretly worried that his mother would be furious.

His mother had spanked him red-bottomed for being half an hour late before, even at Chris's house. The only excuse he could use to get past his mother was probably "going to the hospital," right?

His mother had seen too many stories of children being kidnapped. This was what Billy declared behind his mother's back (when she couldn't see him from others).

Billy stood at the door, slightly out of breath; he was about an hour and forty-five minutes late. His mother emerged from the kitchen, a wooden spoon in her hand, glaring intimidatingly at Billy.

"Where have you been, young man?"

Billy stammered, "I...I went to a new friend's house."

"You could at least have called home from your new friend's house, why didn't you?"

"I...I...I didn't think of it..."

"Absolutely." His mother's face was clearly angry. "You didn't think of it, perhaps I should give your brain a good whack with my ass."

Before Billy could truly understand what she meant, it happened. His mother grabbed him, pulled him onto her lap, and ripped down his pants, exposing his bare bottom.

"Stop! Mom, wait!" Billy hadn't given up struggling.

Unexpectedly, his mother did as he said, the wooden spoon held high in the air. In fact, his mother not only stopped moving, she froze completely, like a statue.

Billy craned his neck back, looking at his mother in surprise, and then he understood.

"Mark! Did you freeze Mommy?"

'Wasn't that what you wanted, Master?'

"Hmm, indeed!"

He had been so foolish! Billy couldn't believe he had forgotten about the amulet. Perhaps a magical amulet wasn't enough to overcome his parents' usual teachings.

Billy stood up, pulled up his underwear and jeans, and looked at his mother, still in the same position.

The demon sensed something; this was such a perfect opportunity, it tempted him, even though it came sooner than expected.

"Master, do you wish to punish her?"

"What?" Billy's voice was loud, seemingly surprised. "What do you mean?" "

Usually, when someone dares to order or attack my master, the offender must be punished." The demon offered its opinion: "Perhaps I can suggest that you punish her in the way she offended you… how about it?"

"Spank Mom's bottom?" Billy exclaimed.

Oh! This idea was so whimsical; it took Billy a minute to realize, after all, she was his mother.

Then, he remembered all the times he had been spanked, all the times he shouldn't have been spanked (in his own opinion).

This might be wonderful…

"Where is my sister now?" Billy asked.

"She's with a friend." The demon confirmed again, adding, "According to your mother's memory, she won't be back before dinner." “

Okay! Let’s try.” Billy gritted his teeth, made his decision, and turned to her. “Mom, give me the spoon.”

Half-asleep, she handed the spoon to her son.

Billy sat down on the recliner and nodded for his mother to come over.

She bent her knees and moved to Billy’s side, her head bowed in shame.

She climbed onto her son’s lap, resting her head on the cushion beside him, her lower body against his legs.

When Billy raised the large spoon, he stopped. No! Oh! Yes.

“Get on!” Billy commanded.

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

This was a great opportunity for him to get back at his mother for all the beatings he’d received from her. Until he looked down and saw his mother’s beautiful buttocks encased in her underwear, another feeling arose… a more unsettling feeling.

“Hmm, Mom, you should take them off…” The sentence hung in the air; he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to do it.

Unfortunately for Billy, the devil knew exactly what he was thinking.

His mother was still lying on his knees, trying to twist her body and pull down her underwear, from her bare waist all the way to her socks. (His mother's shoes seemed to have been off long ago; Billy wasn't sure when she had taken them off.)

When his mother sat back down on his knees, Billy didn't help her; but he couldn't help comparing his mother to Amélie.

Amélie's buttocks were smaller and firmer, more like a boy's, just beginning to show signs of becoming a complete woman.

But his mother's buttocks were full, plump, and fleshy. He didn't call them fat or consider them excess; they were simply much fuller than Amélie's. His mother's thighs had no excess fat (he had seen this when other women swam); compared to those cows, his mother appeared firm and slender.

Through her jeans, he couldn't really feel the tender flesh between his mother's legs unless he made a more blatant move.

Then, with the amulet...

No! Billy's mind began to scream. This was wrong. "This is my mother, God!

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

"I'm not talking to you, Mark."

"But why are you doing this to me?"

"Me?"

"I cannot disobey your command, Master."

The devil began to whisper: "Neither I nor your mother led you to do something that doesn't even exist." "

As for your feelings, every real man needs a woman, whoever she may be; and every real woman needs a strong man to drive her mad."

A smooth interpretation.

Mark felt proud of himself. He had convinced Billy that depravity had already existed, that everyone thought so.

Not lying, but leading; not feigning, but using their own definition.

"But…but…" Billy was still confused. From his recent experience, he knew that women could bring great pleasure.

But this wasn't just a woman; she was his mother. Mother and son couldn't…do that kind of thing together, but she was still a woman. And she was lying naked between his legs. And…

the demon interrupted his hesitation, “If you want to test your feelings, just feel her; the moment you touch her, you’ll know.”

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

Billy felt a slight tremor emanating from her body, and the skin of her buttocks tightened under his touch. It felt so soft, so smooth, so warm. In fact, his mother seemed to blush all over.

Slowly, he began to pat his mother’s skin, feeling her body, his curious fingers tracing the curves of her flesh, running from her buttocks to her thighs. She moaned. Though faint, it was indeed a moan.

His mother was burning with desire for him! The demon almost chuckled with glee.

When it said it couldn’t disobey its master’s wishes, it was telling the truth.

But without a direct command, it was free to choose which wish it wanted to fulfill.

In Billy’s heart, as in everyone’s, moral ideals and carnal urges were constantly at war.

The demon offered more carnal desires, doing its utmost to bring them to fruition.

Somewhere in Billy's subconscious, in an almost inaccessible depth, lay fantasies about his mother that he had never openly acknowledged. He wanted to explore his mother's sexual needs, to take his deceased father's place in bed.

Accompanying these previously unheard subconscious voices was a small hope that his mother felt the same way about him, which altered Billy's previous feelings towards his mother—the kind of desire the devil prefers. Because they exist only for their master, they can also manipulate their master's mother to make those desires come true. This is why his mother needed to be used by her son, sexually used; degraded and humiliated by her male offspring, so that her son could derive pleasure. Of course, Billy was unaware of this.

The thought of "letting Mark influence his mother" briefly crossed his mind, but was simply rejected—after all, Mark needed commands like that to do things. So, the result was that his mother was being aroused by his caresses.

The question was, how would he handle this? He knew it was wrong. But he could ensure that no one ever knew about it. This obviously doesn't make things right, but... looking at it another way, Mom shouldn't be doing anything wrong. So if Billy ignores his mother's obvious desires, wouldn't that be going against her wishes? Yes. He's just doing what his mother wants him to do.

With this newly discovered decision, Billy begins to feel his mother's plump, white buttocks with both hands. He slides one hand down between her legs, moving down to her private parts.

Unlike Amy, whose hair had just been trimmed, Mom's pubic area was covered in thick, soft hair. It was like a small forest, black and brown tangled together, obscuring every inch.

Before touching Mom's genitals, Billy felt a dampness on his hand.

At first, Billy felt nauseous, thinking Mom had urinated on his hand. But he immediately remembered that a woman's genitals would become wet when aroused. Mom must be very excited and aroused right now. The sensation of her genitals was different from Amy's; they were larger, the labia thicker, and the clitoris more robust.

Billy slipped a finger down into Mom's already soaked opening and wiggled it around. Mom's genitals were noticeably larger than Amy's. Not that they were looser, just larger.

With each movement, Mom's voice rose noticeably, filled with moans and soft gasps.

And he began to get hard; he was truly aroused for Mom!

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

"Ready, Mom?" Billy said, picking up a spoon.

"Here it comes!"

"Snap!"

His first strike landed firmly on a pair of perfect circles. Her buttocks trembled, and her body twitched slightly. A bright red streak appeared where the spoon struck; and at the tip of the spoon, a large spot remained.

Billy switched hands, his fingers tracing the mark on her flesh.

It was warmer there than the surrounding area, and every time he touched her skin, she instinctively recoiled. It was so strange, yet so stimulating. "Snap!" 　　The body's posture was so beautiful, almost hypnotic.

"Snap!" "Snap! " 　　"Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!" " 　　Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!" 　　Each strike was accompanied by a small groan, and Mom's beautiful buttocks were almost ripe red. 　　Billy put down the spoon and caressed her peach-like, rosy buttocks. Her skin felt so hot! His caresses seemed to simultaneously evoke two conflicting emotions: pain and desire. 　　"Oh." 　　Perhaps this was why his mother had hit him so many times, perhaps she had derived just as much pleasure from it as he had… 　　He had to understand what this felt like, to feel his mother's buttocks directly against his skin. 　　Putting the spoon back in its place, Billy raised his hand, palm flat, and gently shook it. 　　Slap! 　　"Ouch!" 　　It hurt, but only for a second. 　　Billy placed his throbbing palm on the spot where he had just struck her, a much more intimate touch than the spoon. 　　Forgetting the slight pain in his palm, he raised it again, shaking it with anticipation. 　　Slap! 　　…Again… Slap! 　　…And again… Slap! 　　Her voluptuous body trembled with each slap. 　　A soft whimper, "Oh… Oh…," escaped her lips, making it unclear whether it was pain or desire. 　　Billy was drawn to the wet sensation on her thigh. With a gentle push, he guided her to turn over, placing her buttocks between his knees. 　　Her jeans were soaked with her overflowing fluids, and her usually erect penis was now taut within the fabric. 　　He raised his gaze slightly, looking at the forest between his mother's legs for the first time. 　　(Well, this was the first time since he had accidentally caught her in the bathroom, and that was two or three years ago. It would be more accurate to say that this was the first time Billy had stared at his mother's private parts for an extended period.) 　　The hair was brown, like her long, flowing hair, covering her entire area. Perhaps that was why his mother didn't wear short, tight-fitting bathrobes like other women. 　　His mother's pubic hair was so thick that if she wore a bikini, it would be exposed the moment she put it on. He could only imagine the hair curling out from the sides and top of a small bikini. Because of this thick pubic hair, Billy couldn't really get a good look at her labia. 　　Upon reaching the location, he realized it was undoubtedly a terrible place for further intimate examination. 　　He made her stand up, took her clothes, and led her into the house. 　　Hmm… whose bedroom should they go to—his mother's or his own? 　　Billy wasn't usually allowed in his mother's room, so based on that, he chose her bedroom. 　　(This would make it even more stimulating.) 　　His mother tossed her clothes into a small basket by the door and lay down on the bed. As her flushed buttocks rubbed against the sheets, a soft moan escaped her throat. 　　"Wait," Billy's voice became hoarse. 　　His throat suddenly felt incredibly dry. "Your shirt…" 　　His mother sat up, unbuttoning her shirt one button at a time, shrugging her shoulders to let it go, tossing it aside. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra, tossing it aside in the same way. She lay back down, her perfect body now completely naked. 　　Billy almost trembled. Today's events had overwhelmed him. His dream… his love of beauty… was now his mother! His mother lay naked on her bed, awaiting his beloved. 　　Her breasts were far larger than Aimee's. He could barely hold one in both hands. His mother's nipples were…good, not an unsightly, enormous shape; just noticeably larger. The dark skin surrounding the nipple (should it be called "nipple" or something? Billy racked his brains, searching his memory bank…) was two and a half inches in diameter. The nipple was engorged and swollen to at least an inch and a half, perhaps more. 　　His mother lay upright on the bed, but her firm breasts showed no signs of sagging. However, with each breath, her full breasts rolled seductively. 　　His mother's legs were long and beautifully shaped. Full thighs, but not fat. Smooth skin, hairless. Slender ankles, small feet. 　　(When did Mom take off her socks?) He slowly moved towards her. 　　At the edge of the bed, Billy kicked off his shoes with his toes. He spread her legs, knelt between them, and bent down to examine her intimate parts. Digging through her thicket, Billy parted the petals, the labia… um… Mom would know what that part of her body was called. 　　“Mom, what do you call this?” Billy asked. 　　Mom answered with her eyes closed, “Those are my labia, darling.” 　　“Is this your clitoris?” Billy asked, lightly touching her clitoris with his finger. 　　Good, he already knew what it was, but asking questions was a habit that made people think he knew more than he actually did. 　　“Yes, darling,” Mom gasped. 　　Mom’s labia were thicker than Amy’s, but they parted more open, revealing her inner petals… oh, her inner labia. She was very wet, already prepared for him.

He left a finger inside her, shifting his attention to her breasts. The finger inside her vagina twitched gently as Billy moved his left hand to her left nipple.

"This is your nipple, isn't it? But what's this ring of skin around it called?" he said, circling the nipple with his finger, while the finger inside her vagina continued to twitch, causing her body to spasm and tremble slightly.

"Oh, yes…yes…that's my nipple…oh…the dark skin around it is…oh…it's the areola…most people think it's part of the nipple. Oh…Billy!"

Billy gently bent down and took her right nipple into his mouth, as if temporarily returning to childhood as he suckled at his mother's breast. It felt so good.

His mother clearly agreed; her nipple hardened and stood erect.

After a while, Billy took the other breast into his mouth, the finger that had been twitching inside her vagina moving upwards to cover the breast he had just left.

For those few minutes, Billy focused entirely on her large breasts, teasing one while suckling the other.

It was wonderful. But then, his mother's soft moans reminded Billy that there was more he could do.

He gazed at his mother's face. Beautiful brown eyes… a delicate nose… smooth, snow-white skin… almost no makeup… full lips! He moved upwards, but hesitated.

Kissing his mother like this seemed more intimate than anything he had done so far.

But as he gazed at his mother's lips, his fantasy was shattered by her tongue, which briefly licked them, leaving a tentative sway before returning to his mouth.

He slowly lowered his neck, shifting slightly to avoid bumping his nose.

Contact!

Her lips parted, and her tongue forcefully entered her son's mouth, gently brushing against his teeth, circling his tongue, guiding it into her own mouth, where he explored what he desired… well, what he longed for. (He remembered to breathe through his nose.)

Billy was lost. He knew it was depraved… to kiss his mother with a French kiss… but he didn’t care. Trying to maintain the position and not ruin the beautiful kiss, he hastily pulled down his trousers and underwear.

Stopping the kiss temporarily, they both quickly pulled down his shirt. He was completely naked except for his socks, and neither of them would notice.

His penis was so hard that it almost caused Billy a sharp pain when it pierced his mother’s lower abdomen.

She reached down, grasped it with both hands, and guided it into her.

This wasn’t a shallow intercourse like Amélie’s; Billy thrust again and again, almost burying himself deep inside her.

His mother’s vagina wasn’t as tight as Amélie’s; but it was hotter and wetter. And more importantly, Billy had literally returned to the womb… his actual mother’s womb.

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

But in fact, he lasted almost half an hour. Half an hour of thrusting, groans, cries, sweat, and unbelievable sensations. For half an hour, Billy watched his mother writhe beneath him in ecstasy.

After at least four orgasms during their half-hour of incestuous intercourse, Billy finally ejaculated inside her. He collapsed, utterly exhausted, into his mother's arms.

Lying there, feeling his mother's naked body pressed against his, the outside world gradually closing in, his penis softening inside her… this feeling, he would never… ever forget.

After resting for a while, mother and son showered together. His mother knelt before him, lovingly caressing every inch of his body as she cleaned him.

They dried each other and dressed.

(Billy's original jeans were stained with his mother's vaginal fluids, so he had to get a clean pair from his room.)

Exhausted from the day's continuous exertion, Billy dozed off briefly while his mother prepared dinner.

**********

...

His head rested on his mother's shoulder, and he lay there in that position for at least an hour, the day's events fading into silence. After all, what could you do after such a climax?

When his mother took Cindy to her bedtime bath, Billy followed her to the living room and bathroom.

Although Billy hadn't stayed long enough to see Cindy naked, he did see his sister's panties and t-shirt.

Cindy was only two years younger than him, and Billy had never had any sexual thoughts about her.

But seeing Cindy's tight panties and her delicate nipples standing erect under her t-shirt aroused something in Billy. It wasn't enough to give him an erection; Billy was completely exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally today. But it brought his interest and imagination to a peak. Even though he hadn't started doing anything about it yet.

Not tonight.

After Cindy went to bed, Billy went to his mother's bedroom.

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

Close the bedroom door, then block it with a chair (the bedroom door had no lock), Billy and his mother undressed and climbed into bed. Billy pulled the covers over themselves, and his mother let him rest his head between her breasts, bathing him in the scent of milk. Mother and son drifted off to sleep together.

Chapter Five: Sister

When Billy woke up the next morning, a warm, moist little mouth had already aroused his penis. His mother's playful tongue and warm mouth were such a wonderful way to wake him up; Billy wished it could be like this every morning.

(The devil added a note, writing it into the homemaker's program.)

Now, Billy was awake and erect, and his mother straddled him, slowly sitting down to align his penis.

When his penis was fully inside her, his mother let out a small sigh, and like a submissive mother cat, began to whimper. Moving slowly and gently, his mother fucked her son, enjoying the nearly twenty-minute sexual encounter until they both reached orgasm.

In the days that followed, Billy indulged in this routine: his mother would wake him with her mouth, followed by a brief morning sexual encounter before Billy went to school; Amy would come to see him after school, and he would have sex with her once or twice; before bed, he and his mother would have sex again (they now slept in the same bed every night).

Later, Billy got tired of all that and simply brought Amy home to meet his mother.

So far, Billy knew he was only using the amulet for less important things to influence his mother (like no more spankings...good, he'd spank her occasionally, but she'd never be able to spank him again), but he wasn't sure how his mother would react to a girlfriend.

Cindy, his sister, was oblivious to the strange happenings. Because she wasn't sexually attractive to Billy, he didn't intend to force her. But subconsciously, Billy gradually realized how alluring his sister was—was it because she was young and a woman?

This greatly troubled the devil. Once it did it (making Billy enslave his sister), Billy would know it was it. It hadn't yet figured out any way to make Billy consciously enslave his sister. If Cindy suddenly became sexually interested in Billy, Billy would become suspicious and directly question Mark. So the devil did the only thing it could think of: seek inspiration from outside. One of Billy 　　's

neighbors was a collector of erotic literature.

In its spare time, the devil searched its memory for works of incest. 　　Finally 　　, it found the answer

!

********** ... 　　As his mother's lips left his penis, Billy felt the air around him grow cold and sharp, until his mother sat down and took his penis into her honeypot, warming it again. 　　This morning, his mother was so beautiful. Her hair looked somewhat wild and unruly, but he liked it that way. 　　As tragedy struck, his mother was swaying her plump buttocks with each thrust of her son. 　　"What are you doing?" 　　His sister, wearing her pajamas, stood by the door, staring at the scene with great curiosity. 　　"Um, ah, Cindy…" Billy hurriedly pushed his mother up, grabbing the sheet beside her, trying to cover himself. 　　At the same time, his mother sat up straight, completely unconcerned about her nakedness, and gestured to Cindy. "Come here, Cindy." 　　When his sister curiously approached and took his mother's hand, Billy was speechless with surprise. 　　His mother pulled her onto the bed and said, "Billy and I have done it. Do you want to learn? I'm sure your brother would be happy to teach you." 　　"Mom…" Billy croaked, his gaze shifting to Cindy. 　　Cindy looked back, very curious. 　　"Really?" Turning to her mother, she asked, "What does it feel like? Does it hurt?" 　　"It hurts a little the first time, but after that it feels wonderful. It's one of the greatest sensations in the world," her mother laughed. "I usually do this with your father, but since he's gone, your brother has taken his place, and he's doing it very well." 　　Cindy seemed to think for a moment. "Hmm... okay, I'm willing." 　　Her mother turned to Billy and pulled back the sheet covering him. "How about it, Billy?" 　　"Mom, I really don't know, if this... I mean... she's my sister!" Billy was a little flustered. 　　Her mother cupped her hands, grasped his penis, and gently massaged it. 　　"Would you rather Cindy learned this from some strange boy at school or in the back seat of a car?" 　　Billy thought for a moment and smiled bitterly, "Hmm, no, I don't think I could handle it." 　　"In that case, it's decided. Maybe this is best for maintaining a family." Her mother shifted her gaze to Cindy. 　　"Ready, Cindy?" Mom asked. "It's time to take your clothes off." 　　Mom went to Cindy's side and pulled her nightgown over her head. 　　Cindy's breasts were nothing special, but her nipples were unmistakably female, and noticeably engorged and erect. Her vulva (she wasn't wearing underwear to bed) was perfectly smooth and lustrous. She was a beautiful little girl. 　　"The first thing we'll do is get you excited so your vulva will be lubricated," Mom said, pointing to Cindy's small slit, which elicited a strange expression on Cindy's face. 　　Mom pushed Cindy onto the bed, placing her between Billy and herself. 　　Mom's face was full of love and tenderness as she looked at Cindy. Mom lay down and began to lick her daughter's nipples. Not forgetting the other side, Mom glanced at Billy, who was still sitting there. Mom smiled and invited him to share another cherry. Billy slowly lay down and placed his mouth on his sister's small breast. 　　Strangely, her breasts were so flat, but Cindy's skin was so smooth, so clean, pure, and young that he began to love it. Despite her flat chest (or rather, nonexistent breasts), her nipples still stood proudly erect. 　　After about a minute, Cindy began to writhe. 　　"Mommy, I think this is ridiculous," Cindy said, blushing. "I feel like...like I need to pee." 　　"That's good, that means you're starting to get excited." 　　Her mother moved to Cindy's little cleft, giving her a long, slow, wet lick. Billy also moved away from the bright red nipples and to his sister's little mouth. She was so delicate... He hesitated on her for a while before coming to his senses. 　　Finally, Billy lowered his head and slowly licked her lips, letting his tongue linger outside before gently forcing its way into her mouth. Cindy knew what her brother was trying to do; she opened her little mouth, passively letting him insert his tongue deep inside. Cindy's eyes widened in surprise, but a slight tremor revealed that she was enjoying the pleasure. 　　After nearly a minute of passionate French kissing, she hesitantly began to move her tongue, curiously extending her bud of taste to intertwine with her brother's. 　　After five or ten minutes of passionate, incestuous French kissing, her mother announced that Cindy was wet enough to proceed to the next step. 　　A hint of fear suddenly appeared in her sister's eyes. 　　"Don't worry, little one," her mother assured her. 　　"You trust me, don't you?" 　　"Yes," Cindy whispered, her voice like a child's. 　　"You trust Billy too, don't you?" 　　"Yes," Cindy's voice rose slightly. 　　"And you want to have sex, don't you?" 　　"I think so," Billy interjected. 　　"Cindy, if you don't want to do this, we can stop right now, no problem." 　　"No, I want you to do this with me," Cindy hesitated, "but... I'm afraid of the pain." 　　Billy thought for a moment .

“Mark, could you… um… make sure she doesn’t feel any pain?”

‘Pain is a natural part of losing one’s virginity. Do you really want to interrupt this natural process?’

The demon didn’t like this; it would set a bad precedent.

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

‘Yes, Master.’ The demon cursed inwardly.

When Billy gave a direct command, it had no other choice.

It shouldn’t have followed the neighbor’s erotic story so closely; it shouldn’t have let Cindy express any doubt. Unfortunately, it was too late now. At least Billy hadn’t hesitated about “making love to his sister.”

“Alright, Cindy,” Billy gasped, “I assure you, you won’t feel any pain.”

Mom looked at him suspiciously.

“Trust me,” Billy said to both of them.

Billy moved between his sister’s legs, parted her slender legs, and knelt between them. Mom gently lifted Cindy’s legs and pressed them against her chest. With one hand holding her daughter's leg, the mother used her other hand to carefully guide Billy's penis into her moist, small, pink flower garden.

As Billy began to press down on her waist, penetrating his sister's tight honey hole, the mother held Cindy's legs flat, using her other free hand to caress her daughter's face.

Although Cindy's honey hole was already wet enough to easily accommodate her brother's penis, the little girl was still very scared.

The mother began to gently kiss her, her tongue skillfully forcing open her daughter's teeth, releasing her tightly pursed lips. At the same time, Billy's penis pressed against Cindy's hymen.

"Are you done, Cindy! Get ready, it won't hurt," Billy said, emphasizing psychologically, "But, I will... um, take your virginity."

Billy slightly withdrew his penis, carefully watching Cindy's expression, and began to push forward, tearing his sister's hymen.

Cindy did not show any pain, and Billy continued to push.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I think I'm fine."

Billy breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Good, because that's how it is. If it doesn't hurt now, it won't hurt later." "

Really? I don't feel any pain now, it just feels a little...warm..." Cindy thought for a moment and smiled, "To be honest, it feels pretty good."

Billy smiled and slowly began to thrust in and out.

It was so tight and hot there, almost unbelievable.

After about twelve thrusts, each one penetrating about half an inch, Billy felt his penis deep inside his sister's honeypot, pressing against something. Clearly, he had filled her entire honeypot, and half an inch of his penis was still sticking out.

Cindy still didn't feel any pain, only heavy breathing, not paying attention to her mother's kisses or caresses. As Billy continued to thrust, small moans began to escape her lips.

Suddenly, Cindy screamed, her body arching back in ecstasy. Billy slowed his movements, watching his sister's pleasure.

As Cindy slowly recovered from her first orgasm, her mother spoke for the first time.

"Little one, wasn't that place you went to nice?"

"Oh... Mommy, that... was so scary!"

Her mother said, "That's called an orgasm. You can reach an orgasm by playing with your own pussy; but if you put a man's penis in, it feels much better. When it's all over, you might be in pain for about a day. At least, you have to stay until you're fully recovered. But don't worry; you'll only bleed the first time."

"Bleed?" Cindy looked down at the penis slowly thrusting in and out of her vagina, where there was a clear red line.

"I'm bleeding!" she almost screamed.

Billy quickly pulled his penis out and moved back a little.

Her mother immediately hugged her, gently comforting her, "Little one, every woman bleeds when she loses her virginity. It's bound to happen. Look! The bleeding has stopped, hasn't it? It's just old blood." "

I'm sorry, little sister," Billy said gently, "I didn't mean to scare you; but it won't hurt, will it?"

"No," Cindy sobbed softly.

"See, I told you I wouldn't let you feel pain. And isn't your orgasm worth a little bleeding? Especially since you're not injured."

"Yes, I think so."

Cindy seemed calmer, and... began to feel curious. She stared at her brother's penis and testicles, somewhat confused. Before, she had only glimpsed these parts. Strangely, she hadn't been particularly curious about them before...

Mark sensed a potentially dangerous thought and immediately stopped it.

'Master, her virginity has been taken, can I restore the pain of this severed virginity?'

"This... oh, it's better not to. Let's leave it as it is until her pain completely disappears!"

'As you wish, Master.'

At this moment, Cindy had moved to Billy's side, trying to find a better angle to observe her brother's genitals. "

I've never really looked at this before. How did you get it like this... all erect?"

Her mother replied, "Little one, that's what happens when a man sees a woman he likes. Usually, it's smaller and much softer than it is now. But when it gets hard, you know he likes you. So, you're the one who made it erect, 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 teased, "and you're a beautiful lady too."

"Oh, thank you, Billy. I like you too, I like you so much..." Cindy hugged her brother, forgetting that this would stimulate his genitals.

"Little one," her mother said to Cindy, "I need you to get a warm towel. I need to clean you both up, and then we're going to help your brother's erection go down." Cindy said,

"But I like my brother's... my brother's erection."

Her mother chuckled.

“Don’t worry, it will come back. But before it comes back, brother has to ejaculate first. Look, because of how good brother was to you today, we have to help him ejaculate.”

“Ejaculate?” Cindy asked, already on her way to the bathroom.

“It’s a man’s orgasm. He ejaculates his sperm from his genitals, which enters a woman’s genitals, and a baby is created there.”

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

“Yes, darling. But you’re too young. It would be very dangerous if you got pregnant. You’re too young to have a baby.”

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

“Will Mom get pregnant?”

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

"The best time this month?"

"Let's discuss these things later," Mom said meaningfully. "We have plenty of time."

Mom began to wash Billy's penis, then brought it back to an erection.

At this moment, Billy's mind was in turmoil.

Pregnancy??? He hadn't even thought about this. What if Mom was pregnant? What if Amy was pregnant? Was she trying to get pregnant too?

"Mark!" Billy cried out in his heart. Mom, I don't want you to be pregnant!

"Mark, don't let my mom get pregnant."

'My abilities are limited to the mind, not the body. But if this is what you truly desire...'

the demon replied, 'Very well, Master, if you wish, I can obtain some birth control pills.'

"Okay, okay. Amy needs some too... or... let someone else give them to her, so no one will know.'

'As you wish, Master.' The demon cursed inwardly.

Pregnancy wasn't a particularly important thing. In fact, it could even be a bargaining chip; the demon could try to implant negative emotions into the baby.

Billy's penis was now completely clean, and Cindy's vagina had been wiped clean.

"Now, pay close attention, Cindy," Mom said, half-seriously. "This is the best way to get a man erect, or to ejaculate. It's called blowjob."

They spent most of the rest of the day getting to know each other's bodies in the bedroom. Billy was surprised by how much he didn't know, even though he'd slept with two different women that week.

That night they slept together in Mom's bed. Cindy curled up beside Mom, Billy hugged his sister from behind, his penis inside the girl's buttocks, and Mom held Billy in her arms—like three spoons.

Sunday was different. Mom decided to let Billy and Cindy learn more about sex…different kinds of sex.

First, she introduced Billy to anal sex. (Billy liked it, but hated the long preparation.) Then, she left Billy and Cindy alone for a few hours while she drove to the nearest big city, an hour's drive away.

Three hours later, Mom returned. He brought two bags of magazines, toys, books, and other things. Billy was particularly captivated by a B/D magazine his mother had brought back.

That night, his mother and Cindy's arms were tied behind their backs, and their feet were bound.

For the next week, figuring out how to ty up his mother and sister each night became a challenge for Billy. After a few days, wanting to avoid repeating the same routine, he had to be creative.

Billy used handcuffs, leather shackles, ropes (smooth, not rough), socks, pantyhose, and garter stockings. He bound them in arched positions, like outstretched wings, in a straight line, in a 69 position, using their bodies as pillows and mattresses, chaining their ankles to the corners of the bed—using every imaginable variation. His mother's book and magazine were completely brought to life. If they weren't tied up, Mom and her sister couldn't even sleep peacefully.

Billy never hurt them (only occasionally spanking them), and he never humiliated them.

He hadn't yet tried to dominate them or become their master.

So far, it had been endless fun.

Chapter Six: Family Group

About three or four weeks into the semester, strange things began to happen during class.

Mark had checked, and no one noticed anything different about Amélie and Billy, nor did anyone find out why Amélie got better grades with less time spent studying, but even so, Billy began to feel that someone was spying on him.

He felt eyes watching him, but when he looked back, no one was paying attention to him.

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

The demon itself was worried. Although it couldn't find anything, it knew that the owner of an amulet often had an enhanced sense of magic.

Billy might be able to sense something, but it couldn't. The demon's power, though great, had to be focused. It can only work on one person at a time.

Frankly, it can manipulate minds with simple or familiar commands, as fast as simulated multi-control, but a deep examination of someone's mind takes considerable time. If a magic expert is nearby, concealing their thoughts and powers is a piece of cake, unless it's a deep scan.

Explaining this to Billy, to elicit his desire to provide mental support and conduct a deep scan (to speed things up), and his need to keep the secret of his true nature hidden as much as possible, battled within its mind.

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

First, the scan was genuinely helpful.

Second, to be precise, such a discussion would encourage Billy to trust it more.

"So, if I agree, you can find witches or whatever near me, right?" "

Yes, Master. My abilities are limited without your direct permission." This was true, though not as exaggerated as Mark made it out to be.

"Okay! I think there shouldn't be any problem. If there's a witch or sorcerer there, or something else, will you protect me?"

Mark replied, "Of course, I think I'm much stronger than his or her supporters. Most witches only make contracts with lower-level demons. Unless they've been dedicated to a higher-level demon, I'll have the upper hand. I'll start scanning now."

Billy was genuinely startled. A witch! Thank goodness Mark was there to protect him. But, without Mark, they probably wouldn't have even noticed him. No, not only was there no evidence that they had noticed him, but there wasn't even any evidence that they existed; it was just a vague feeling.

Billy looked around the classroom, feeling a little strange; he (or she) was a witch or sorcerer.

It wasn't easy to believe that one of his classmates was connected to the magical world. Maybe it was a teacher… bullshit, maybe it was even a mayor.

Billy shook his head, trying to clear his head. Letting his imagination run wild wouldn't do him any good.

As school neared its end, the demon found its target.

“Master, this girl is at the back of the room… Ellen Berkeley… possesses metaphysical knowledge and a little power.”

Billy suppressed the urge to turn around. Turning around would alert her. Billy knew what to do now.

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

“Easy. She’s too weak.”

“Good. Don’t let her tell anyone. Make her come to see me after school.”

Thus, Ellen is a witch. Billy tried to recall memories of her. Compared to his classmates, she was just an unknown student. Billy couldn’t really remember much about her.

He glanced back furtively but saw nothing; there were too many people between them.

After school, Billy ordered Mark to take him to Ellen's changing room. Under Mark's influence, she was still rummaging through her textbooks. Billy stopped and watched her from a distance.

Ellen was a little shorter than him, with shoulder-length brown hair. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt and a light blue, ankle-length skirt. He still couldn't see her face.

After a minute or two, when the hall was almost empty, Billy felt safe and walked towards her.

"Mark, do as I say to her."

"As you wish," the devil agreed.

"Ellen, turn around."

She turned her head, her expression blank.

She was truly beautiful, with high cheekbones, a small nose, and full lips. Billy really didn't know why he hadn't noticed her before.

"Come here, Ellen. Come with me to a secluded place."

Billy led her down the hall to the teachers' meeting room, where he and Ellen had enjoyed many wonderful afternoons.

This reminded him…

“Mark, tell Amy not to wait for me this afternoon. I might need to spend some time with Aileen.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Aileen, are you a witch?”

“Yes, Billy.” Aileen’s voice was very flat, like a zombie. Billy preferred to keep her like that for now.

“Are you spying on me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I sense the power within you. I told my parents. My father instructed me to monitor and investigate everything about you.”

“Your parents? Are they witches too?” Billy was puzzled.

“Yes. My father leads our entire family group.”

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

“A group is made up of a group of witches who work together. My family are the only witches in this area, and we have formed our own group.”

“What power do you have?”

“We have a pact with a demon from the Fourteenth Order.”

“Mark…?”

“The Fourteenth Order is nothing compared to me.” This demonic power is effective against weak mortals who don't question anything, but it's utterly insignificant to legitimate magicians. That family is probably isolated because they lack the strength to join a more powerful group on their own. '

What level is your power?' Billy asked curiously.

'If you're using the general ranking of demonic power, I'm at the third or fourth level.' In fact, it's the fourth level... but it always adds 'perhaps.'

'Wow. That sounds impressive. What do you think we should do about them?'

'We can't just leave them alone. Although they can't threaten you, their knowledge is dangerous.'

'So, do you think we should go to their house, or rather, wouldn't that be too dangerous?'

'Not dangerous, as long as I stay alert and can directly follow your orders.' “

Alright.” Mark turned and commanded, “Eileen, we’re going to your house. Do you have anything to say to ensure our safety there?”

“There are guards protecting the house. I’ll kill you the moment I get the chance, and I possess the emblem of power.”

“What emblem of power?”

Eileen mechanically reached into her shirt and pulled out a necklace. A simple pentagram, but Billy tensed slightly the moment he saw it. Undoubtedly, his magical senses had heightened.

“Mark?”

“It’s a simple charm. It will protect her from ordinary magical attention and serve as a form of identification for her house guards.”

“What about her house guards?”

Mark said casually, “When they encounter me, they’ll thrash around like they’re trapped in a spider’s web. They’re not a threat. However, just to be safe, you should take her charm and destroy it.”

“Give it to me, Eileen.”

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

"How do I destroy it?" "

A physical attack will do; it's very fragile. Just crush it. Even a slight damage to its pattern will render it useless."

Billy looked at it curiously. It looked like a souvenir you could buy anywhere. Billy threw it down and stomped on it. With a stomp, it shattered in two on the floor. "Mark, can you manipulate 　　her

so she won't want to kill me anymore?"

"She's your loyal slave now, just not showing it…her personality…until you decide how she should 　　reveal it.

" "Okay. Thank you."

********** ... He was somewhat surprised that he had to trust and rely on Mark. 　　A simple metal amulet had completely changed his life. He not only had more confidence (he had sex at least three times a day, usually more), but he now had a broader worldview. A few weeks ago, he would have laughed at the word "witch," but now he faced and fought a group of witches with a magical amulet. 　　And this was the first time this semester he had gotten all A's. 　　The Eileen family's house was only a five-minute walk from school, though it was in the opposite direction from Billy's. It wasn't noticeably different from the other houses, but just looking at it made Billy tremble. As they approached the gate, Billy felt the amulet warm his chest, and the coldness disappeared. 　　"Mark?" Billy called to the amulet. 　　'The guard has caught a cold. I'm scanning now... Master! Her father sensed our approach and is looking for a sacrifice to protect himself...' 　　"Stop him!" 　　'Yes... I did. Her father, mother, and sister are all under my... your control.' This father intended to sacrifice his daughter to gain power against us. It wasn't enough; but he never knew. 　　Mark was surprised: "You mean… he really intended to kill his own daughter?" " 　　Yes. His pursuit of power has turned him evil." 　　Billy stood frozen at the doorway, caught off guard by this small crisis. 　　Elaine, still expressionless, simply stood behind him awaiting orders. Now that everything was under control, she stepped forward, opened the door, and led Billy inside.

The air was thick with the scent of spices, and mysterious symbols hung on the walls. Clearly, the exterior of a normal family home didn't extend into the interior.

As Billy gazed at the strange surroundings, the entire family quietly assembled and lined up before him. It was somewhat disappointing. This adventure had gone far beyond what was expected.

Billy sighed, scanning the family members before him.

His father was rather short, about 5.4 feet, with a black goatee.

His mother was noticeably taller than her husband, standing at about 5.9 feet, with a beautiful hourglass figure (the shape of an hourglass at the beginning of an hour; simply put, large breasts and small hips) and long, black hair.

The younger daughter (clearly, she was just a sacrifice ready to be offered) was about a year younger than Billy, roughly the same age as Cindy.

She wore a simple white robe, had curly blonde hair (blonde? From which parents?), and a sweet, clean-cut face.

They all looked like zombies; like Eileen, they waited for Billy to question them.

However, Billy was somewhat disappointed.

"Mark, what should we do with them?" "

We must strip them of their power; and they must be punished for their sins."

"What should I do?"

"Every witch or sorcerer has a different center of power. Remove or destroy that center, and they will have no power. As for their sins, just ask them; they will tell you."

"Well, what is your center of power?"

"I am the center." The father's tone was strange. "I offered my soul to my master, and he transformed my heart into a black diamond of power."

Billy scoffed, "A black diamond? Come on, how are you still alive?"

The man's expression didn't change.

“I didn’t explain clearly. My heart, that is, my soul transformed. It’s no longer a soul, but has been concentrated into a center by dark magic. However, my contract is flawed. My master doesn’t have the power to create a pure soul crystal. It’s flawed, and I have at least half the power I deserve.”

“And your daughter?” Billy asked, pointing to the dazed blonde girl.

“She was part of a plan to gain more power. She has been elevated to a state of purity and innocence. Through her sacrifice, I will temporarily gain more and greater power. I’ve been storing this sacrifice for a while, so that when I need protection or have the opportunity to gain greater power, when I sense that my magical guardian has fallen, I intend to sacrifice her, but your…”

He stopped speaking, as if struggling to utter the right words, but unable to.

“…The servant…stopped me.”

Billy finally asked, “How can I take your power?”

“Sacrifice me.”

“Sacrifice you! You mean, kill you?”

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

“Mark, I can’t kill him! What should I do?” Billy was a little dizzy.

‘Ask him about his crimes, and then tell me why he shouldn’t die.’ The demon chuckled secretly.

“What crimes did you commit?”

The man didn’t stop speaking or show extreme regret; he simply began to list them.

“I’ve killed seven people, including my parents. I raped my eldest daughter when she was five. I also raped thirteen other women. I defiled and burned down two churches. I destroyed the lives of twelve neighbors. I stole $750,000 in groceries and money. I renounced and cursed Heaven. I worship Satan and swore allegiance to the devil. I also curse the souls of my family.”

As he heard this string of prayers, Billy’s expression slowly hardened. He didn’t want to hear the details of these crimes. But Billy still couldn’t bring himself to kill him.

“Master, I suggest we just let him commit suicide?”

“Good idea. Thanks.”

Billy commanded, “Listen carefully. Go out and write a suicide note, put it in your pocket, and then commit suicide…jump off a cliff or a building.”

The man went to a nearby table, wrote for a while, and then quietly walked out the door in the eyes of his family.

“Will he really do it?”

“He has no choice.” The demon was confident, and it added, "With his death, his family will all lose their power."

Billy ordered them to collect all the mysterious artifacts in the house and burn them all.

When they had collected them, the mother and Ellen stopped and began to tremble.

"Master," Mark telepathically told Billy, "It's done. The man is dead now."

The mysterious artifacts were burned 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, Ellen, perhaps needs to be punished as well," the demon said. "The youngest daughter, Mary, cannot live in this world without someone to lead her. She has never left this house." “

Very well, ladies,” Billy said. “Mrs. Berkeley, tell me your crimes.”

“I conspired with my husband in his crimes, and I have given an innocent life to my master. I also committed incest with my daughter, Elaine. I destroyed the lives of three neighboring housewives. And I curse, forsake heaven, and embrace hell.”

“Very well, you are powerless now, are you?”

“Yes,” the woman said blankly.

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

Billy said loudly, considering, but the woman…

Mrs. Berkeley’s reaction remained unchanged.

“If I am not killed, then I should be tortured into remaining a captive, drinking urine and eating excrement. For the rest of my life, I will be a slave.”

“Hmm, alright.” Owning a slave was a new idea for Billy… but he welcomed the idea.

To be honest, it might be quite clean. Even, to her, that excrement and urine stuff (perhaps referring to nonsense) sounded utterly repulsive.

“Eileen, how are you?”

“I’ve been elevated to the status of an evil servant. I committed incest with my parents, I destroyed the lives of four classmates. I curse, I forsake heaven, I swear I will fall into hell.”

“Not so good.” Billy shrugged. “How would you like to be punished?”

“I should be tortured, treated like a slave.”

Billy didn’t think she needed to be tortured; however, being a slave seemed…quite fitting.

Billy turned to his youngest daughter. “What should I do with…what’s your name?”

“My name is Mary. I haven’t committed any significant crimes, and I’ve never opened this house before. Are you my new master?”

Billy chuckled, "Well, I'm your new brother, how about that?"

Mary tilted her head, puzzled, "What's a brother?"

It took almost half an hour to comfort Mary. She wasn't truly frightened, and her knowledge was so limited that she couldn't even comprehend what fright was. However, she was still confused. Billy was the first non-family member she had ever seen. Mary was illiterate and couldn't do math. She had never watched television. Her windows were completely sealed shut, and going to the backyard to burn those strange things was the first time she had ever stepped outside the house.

After he had calmed Mary down, he gave orders to Elaine and Mrs. Berkeley… wait, to the slave Elaine and slave Rita.

The final decision was that slave Rita would sell the house, and the cash proceeds would go to Billy; he would use the money to expand the house by building a small cabin (assuming Mark could convince his mother).

They each packed a small bag and piled it on slave Rita's cart. A few minutes later, they arrived at Billy's house.

Billy

was a little nervous, but he trusted Mark to handle this.

"Mom?" he called, stepping through the door.

"Billy! Guess who's here?" Mom came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. Behind her was…Amy!

"Amy! What are you doing here?"

"I missed you, Lord…Billy, I wanted…to see you."

Good, Billy had never truly forbidden Amy from coming home. Now, all his women were gathered in one room…except…

"Billy!" Cindy skipped and jumped into the living room, then saw the group.

"Who are these people?"

Billy took a deep breath.

"Alright! Everyone find a seat. We have a lot to talk about."

"With me, Mark." As he sat down, Billy telepathically spoke to Mark.

Mom and Cindy sat quietly on the sofa, but Amy, the slave Elaine, and the slave Rita all tried to sit at his feet. It seemed they were about to start a fight over this.

Billy took Amy's hand and made her sit beside him; she immediately snuggled close affectionately. The slaves, Ellen and Rita, sat on the floor at his feet.

"Let me begin with introductions!" Billy began, introducing them one by one.

"This is my mother and sister, Cindy."

"This is my…girlfriend, Amy."

"Everyone, this is…um, Ellen, Rita, and Mary."

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

Even knowing Mark would help him, Billy was surprised at how easygoing everyone seemed. When he finally finished, he leaned back in his chair, waiting for their reaction.

Mother stood up.

"Very good, come here!" Mother said, "Billy, we need to prepare some sleeping bags for your slaves. Mary can sleep in Cindy's room, and Cindy will naturally sleep with us."

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

“Of course, Mary needs a good family. Ellen and Rita are yours.” Mom walked up to Billy and gave him a long, wet kiss. “Remember, Billy, we’re willing to do anything for you.”

Mom led the family to the bedroom, with Cindy following curiously.

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

Billy was both amused and exasperated. “Amy, they are slaves; they are punished. You haven’t done anything that deserves punishment.”

“But I want to serve you, to please you. How can they do it but I can’t?” Amy’s eyes reddened, and she was about to cry.

Billy sighed.

"What do you think? You can come here anytime you want, stay all night, until Mother allows it."

Amy happily took her master's hand, humbly kissed it, and said joyfully, "Thank you, Billy. Your mother and I talked for a long time. We really like each other, so I think she'll let me stay whenever she wants."

"This room will get quite crowded!" Billy thought.

Afterwards, the slaves Ellen and Rita, following their mother and sister, crawled naked into the room.

"Let's put Mary on the bed; she's really exhausted from excitement," Mother said, then led the slaves to Billy's side.

Mother sat down next to Billy and Amy.

"Billy, should we send Rita home?" Mother was much more thoughtful after all. "The police may have already found her husband's body and are on their way to report it."

Billy had long forgotten about this and immediately agreed, sending Rita away to deal with the police.

She was ordered to feign distress and explain that her daughter had been sent to a friend's house for the night. She left Billy, Amy, her mother, her sister, and Aileen.

Her mother broke the silence first.

"Billy, would you like a party?" For once, her mother's face held pride, confidence, and girlish shyness. "I think it would be very educational for all of us."

A party? How could her mother be so calm about this?

"No problem, Master," Mark said. "You sought my help and support earlier. I'm still psychologically nurturing her competitive spirit."

"Hmm... thank you, Mark."

Indeed, Billy seriously considered the suggestion; a party might really be interesting.

"Well, it sounds interesting, but first... Aileen... slave, come here."

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

Aileen lay naked on the bed. Her hands were cuffed to the headboard, and her legs were stretched out and tied to the footrest.

"From now on, Ellen is a slave who needs to be punished. Anyone can do whatever they like to her. But she is not allowed to reach orgasm." Billy began to undress. 　　Billy

's women followed his movements, watching him with undisguised lust 　　... 　　****************

...

Mother and Amy were curled up, asleep on one side of him, while Cindy slept on top of Aileen, her lovely vulva pressed against the slave's lips. Aileen herself was covered in sweat, nectar, and semen.

He ordered Mark to take care of Amy's parents (as an aside, Mark had already done so the night before), and decided they would all have a day off.

After some time, the slave Rita came over, naked except for a collar around her neck, carrying a large tray of breakfast, for everyone… and a beating.

She had given her statement to the police last night or this morning, and then returned to Billy to fulfill her duties as a slave. Billy hadn't done anything to her yet.

Mary was always there.

As the other girls woke up and surrounded him, Billy looked around and confirmed that this was good. And it would only get better!

(The End)

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/22174.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=22174&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : The Game – Future Edition

Next Page : Hypnotic rape