[Demon Amulet]

Chapter One: Discovery
On the last two days of his vacation, twelve-year-old Billy was exploring an old castle in Germany, his ancestral home
.
Indeed, Billy's branch of the family had migrated from Germany to America over a century ago, but
Billy's grandfather had always tried to maintain contact with the main family.
This trip was essentially his mother's way of escaping the void left by his father's death
. (Perhaps she was trying to find fragments of memories of him somewhere. Even now, she couldn't accept his
passing.)
His mother had made it clear that they would be flying home the following afternoon, and that was absolutely irreversible
.
So, in these last few days, Billy even used his rest time for exploration.
He started working in the modern areas, following the heat and flowing water to the dilapidated corridors.
Billy was certain he had discovered a hidden passage to a mysterious treasure.
He walked straight ahead, occasionally stopping in front of a very strange-looking rock or turning his head to look.
The torches fixed to the wall seemed to flicker.
Any adult would have told him this only happened in movies, and that he'd been fooled by them.
Luckily, no one could tell him that. And luckily, because he had indeed discovered something.
It was an old metal ring placed in the rocks beneath the castle.
Billy had considered that perhaps pulling down the ring wouldn't reveal any secret, or perhaps it would
reveal its secret every time it was used.
So he tried turning it—nothing; he tried pulling and pushing it—nothing. Finally, he tried
pushing it up.
Crack…
He was almost startled if he hadn't been alert enough. He nervously looked around, making sure no one was there, before returning
to the ring.
Pushing it again didn't do anything, but as 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 door 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 rang 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.
"Just a child," the voice told itself. He doesn't know anything about me.
I can't shock him if I want to avoid being abandoned again.
"I am the power of this amulet," the demon said.
It couldn't lie to Billy's vampire lineage, but hints or omissions were different.
"Is my master dead?" the voice asked again.
"Hmm, I guess so," Billy said. "I remember my mother saying that a hundred years ago there was a baron (
or something else) named Wilhelm; he built this castle."
"He seemed to be a famous warrior or something." "
I see. My master is dead, and I've lay here unused for centuries." The demon stopped
speaking and pondered.
The boy was indeed of his blood, but he was young, inexperienced, and… easily corrupted.
“Will you be my new master?”
“Well, of course,” Billy said. “I think I might be. What can you do?”
Billy’s heart churned, recalling the legendary wishes of fairies and magic.
“I can read other people’s minds and 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 the answers to exams.
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 this 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 thoughts," the amulet's voice continued.
"You can command me to perform a task, or seek my advice; these are all possible." Billy asked, "Is this just one of three wishes, or can I use 　　you
as many times as I wish ?"

"No matter how long it takes, 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."
"Good," 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 consider allowing women to wield power?
Very well, when the boy picked it up, it could learn about the wonders of this world from the boy's mind
. It couldn't influence the boy's mind like it did with others; but mind reading was no problem
.
After a brief hesitation, Billy picked up the amulet and hung it around his neck.
Chapter Two: Going Home
Except when he had to pass through the airport metal detector, Billy did not take off the amulet.
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 their minds to change like this; but he didn't want anyone to know 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 hang out 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 do?"
"Great," Chris laughed, "Take all the answers from the teacher's mind, I'll have an ace up my sleeve
for all exams."
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 such a 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 Amélie Puristman,
wouldn’t it be wonderful to see her naked?” The devil launched another wave of temptation. “If we control her mind,
we can make her strip naked for us.”
“That’s despicable,” Billy retorted. “Even if she can’t resist, she’ll hate us afterwards
.”
“Sometimes despicable things 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 the seed successfully planted in Billy's heart, beginning to take root. Billy prepared to carefully
consider his choice.
The demon quietly withdrew from Chris's heart. "Hey, Billy." Chris finally
spoke of his own will again (though he had no idea 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 fooled, 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.
Amélie Purista was wearing her cheerleader uniform. Her long, smooth legs, and
the short skirt that followed, were always visible whenever she twirled. Her tight top revealed...
Her large breasts (well, large for a 14-year-old) were clearly
visible through her tight top as her nipples stood erect.
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. Whenever she shook her firm breasts, her seductive hips swaying and spreading
beautifully, the cheers grew louder.
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 came the cheerleading pom-pom, followed quickly by her
skirt and top. Wearing only underwear and a sports bra, she swayed towards Billy. The crowd went wild, and he
reached out and unhooked her bra.
The bra fell to the floor, and Amy turned around, giving Billy his first glimpse of her breasts.
Her pink nipples stood proudly erect, atop two lovely white mounds. Slightly rotating
her hips and shoulders, she gestured for Billy to come closer. She thrust her breasts forward, as if
offering them for his inspection.
He reached out and touched her cherry-like buds. 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 her buds
, she shook her head violently.
Her long red hair now obscured most of her delicate 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 ripped open her panties.
A deafening cheer erupted as he knelt 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 tufts of hair, his fingertips sliding down to her
vulva.
Amy pushed him aside and pulled out his baton.
She wasn't good at quickly spinning the baton, but that wasn't why she took it out.
Amy placed the tip of the baton at the entrance to her honeypot, mustered her courage, and squatted down.
Then, looking directly at Billy, she sat down and slowly guided the baton into her virginity,
moaning in ecstasy, then screaming his name…
Billy woke up, began to notice his penis, and ejaculated.
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 itself.
Indeed, it had taken the first real 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 Amélie's mind from afar, it hadn't thought of that. Fool!
If Billy had seen Amélie'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 Amélie's sleeping mind again…
Chapter Three Amélie
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 middle school), 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 classroom (nothing interesting happened on the first day of school). He couldn't
calm himself down and stop thinking about Aimee.
Aimee was two grades older than him and had already dated someone. She
was still a year away from turning sixteen.
But her class didn't overlap with his!
"Ah!"
If he couldn't find her after school, how could he ask her out?
Perhaps…
"A charm?" Billy called out in his mind.
"Yes, Master, is there something you need?"
"Can you help me find Aimee?"
"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 Aimee come over there to see me."
"Everything will be as you wish."
Several hours later, the final school bell rang.
The students rushed to the locker room, and the classroom quickly emptied.
After the students boarded buses and cars, the school corridors were deserted.
As Billy slipped into the boys' locker room, he felt like a thief or some kind of criminal.
Seeing the vice-principal casually take a set of keys with him, 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, right? I mean, I don't want to keep calling you
Amulet."
The demon considered.
Demons like him usually had many names.
With different languages and cultures, he himself had at least twenty different names.
He chose an ancient Babylonian name, one that didn't seem so menacing.
"At some point, I was known to mankind as Madduk."
"Maduk, is that so?" Billy said. "What do you think if I just called you Mark
?"
"As you wish, my lord."
Billy turned his attention back to Amy.
"Mark, could you make her...you know... a little more alive, not like a zombie
?"
"Turn her into a slave of love, would that work?"
This was a skill he had acquired long ago under Wilham's tutelage.
"Hmm, yes, that would work. As long as she doesn't remember anything afterward."
"As you wish."
Amy suddenly came to life.
She was startled for a moment, looking around with a bewildered expression.
Then, she saw Billy, and her face lit up completely.
"Master!" she almost screamed with joy.
She rushed to Billy, knelt down, and took his hand to her cheek.
She dared not look at Billy's waist. When Billy's hand caressed her face, Amy almost
moaned in pleasure.
Caught off guard, Billy simply stood there.
"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.
"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 quickly turned to Amy and sent a message.
"I... if you wish, Master, would you like me to take off my clothes?"
"I... um... I think so."
"Thank you, Master." She giggled.
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, gently
swaying her body, giving Billy his first visual temptation.
Billy was slightly taken aback.
He had seen some naked women in Playboy magazines in Chris's basement, but they
weren't real.
They were just pictures, a piece of colored paper.
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.
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 bare 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 placed on 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 and incredulously excited.
A beautiful girl not only let him 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 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..."
"I don't know what it's like. I've heard of it, but I don't know much," Billy said. "Could you
show me what it's like?"
He had heard of it before, knowing it required opening one's mouth for a kiss, 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, teasing his, surrounding it, and playing within his mouth. 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 good, Master?"
Billy exclaimed. "It's wonderful, but how do you hold your breath for so long?"
“I breathe through my nose, Master.”
“Mmm.” Billy felt like an idiot.
“Mark, don’t let her remember that.” He quickly instructed, 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 nervous. He took a small step back, watching his penis swell inside his pants. Maybe
… well, he should let her suck it? Billy’s eyes lingered on the girl’s bare vulva.
Although she covered it slightly, his gaze was still fixed on it. At this moment, he thought…
“Amy, I thought girls had… you know, down there 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
this, I just... I just..."
He moved closer, gripping her shoulders tightly. "Aimei, it looks so beautiful."
"You look so beautiful. It's just that I've never done anything like this before, so I still need a
chance to learn. Okay?"
She sobbed, "You mean... I'm your first time?"
"Oh, Master!" She opened her arms warmly, once again probing his mouth with her tender little tongue, actively guiding
his tongue into her mouth.
He hesitated for a moment, then pulled her into his embrace. The girl's skin was so smooth. Moving his hands down, he caressed her smooth, round, 　　perfectly shaped buttocks
, like a work of art . 　　Aimei had decided that she was willing to do anything to make his first time right. 　　Her master was everything to her, and her job was to do everything for him. 　　And she could still offer her master the most special and sensual gift, the treasure any woman could give a man... 　　her virginity. 　　But deep down, Amy knew he might release her before she gave her virginity to her master, 　　something she couldn't accept. She gently stopped the kiss. 　　"What is it?" 　　"Master, please make love to me…please, Master." 　　Billy paused, gazing at her. His hands stopped stroking. His eyes opened in shock, 　　but he was clearly considering the offer. 　　She tried to reach for Billy's shirt, and when he didn't object, she pulled it high 　　over his head and tossed it aside. 　　Amy kissed his lips, not with her tongue, and slowly slid down his body, 　　giving him kisses that were almost adoring, in the way she desired. 　　His chin, his neck, his chest. 　　(She hadn't even noticed the amulet, but still avoided it—an amusing trick.) 　　She stopped at her master's chest and then suckled his nipple. 　　He trembled, unsure if he liked it. 　　Her delicate tongue left a warm, wet 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 enticed 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 intimately 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 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 Purisman, a beautiful girl he knew, had given him oral sex and 　　swallowed his semen! 　　Billy reacted 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 little 　　bud, he found himself wanting more too. 　　But if he continued, if he wanted to… and… continue, she would lose her virginity. 　　Whether Amy remembered or not, she would know she had lost it, and that wasn't fair to her. Yet, her little mouth 　　felt so, so, so good. 　　"Amy!" Billy gasped, "Now… you don't care… but tomorrow… you'll be in trouble."

"...You will 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 Amy's heart, she knew she was under his control. But that wasn't the point
; even without his influence, she couldn't imagine what it would be like.
Amy removed the penis from her mouth and began to speak, accompanied by sweet kisses to aid her explanation
.
"Master, please let it be my choice. Whether I am your slave or not, I cannot imagine not
making love with you." Amy pleaded fervently, "Let me offer myself to you, let me love you."
Billy almost lost control, almost succumbed to her, almost gave this girl what she wanted.
But the fact that the girl only wanted him because of the amulet still made him hesitant.
"Mark, does she love me...if she didn't have 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 have sex with
this 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
had hoped, these words were enough to urge Billy to cross that line.
Billy cupped Amy’s face in his hands, facing her, gazing into her beautiful blue eyes.
“Amy, I’m so happy to make love with you.” Billy looked around.
This cold dressing room wasn’t a good place for lovemaking, but they had nowhere else to go. Or
was there somewhere else?
“Mark, which building is empty?” The devil scanned the building, finding only 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 rooms 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 fixed downwards.
Walking naked down those familiar corridors felt strange, but Amy trusted her master, and Billy
did everything he could to convince her.
Soon, they reached the administrative offices.
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! Just as they were heading toward the infirmary (which, though uncomfortable, had a cushioned
table), they passed through the conference room.
There was a large leather table! (This meeting room was definitely better than the offices!)
"This will do," Billy said, pulling Amy into the meeting 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 her delicate skin, he picked Amy up 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 their openings lower as well. In fact
, the four petals at their apex looked somewhat disproportionate. A small bud blossomed from within.
It seemed to be a reminder of what Chris's still-foreskinned 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 prevented her from answering.
"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 vulva, Billy carefully tried to insert his right index finger.
It was tight, but not too difficult to insert; at least not as difficult as he had thought.
He inserted one or one and a half knuckles, wiggled it slightly around, and left it inside her
.
Her clitoris was so warm and moist, the wet petals almost seemed to suck his finger
in. He pulled his finger out and saw the white nectar glistening on it.
Just to test it out, not really sure he wanted to do it, he stuck out his tongue and put his 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 boys 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 and take her virginity.
At first, he examined her.
She prayed he would accept her as acceptable. But he only touched and stimulated her, making her wet
. His fingers, his teasing, took her to another world. Then he stopped.
After a while, she boldly glanced down. Her master put a finger in his mouth and moved his face down to
her genitals.
"No!" Amy cried out in fear, pressing her hands on 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 defile himself with oral sex.
Billy was confused, and he saw the same confusion in Amy's face.
Why was she confused? Perhaps…
“Mark, what have you done?”
Mark was scrutinizing Billy’s mind.
Billy was simply curious. Unlike his ancestor Wilhelm, he didn’t consider licking genitals a degrading act
. Wilhelm abhorred licking women’s genitals. And Marduk had written this into its basic slave program,
so naturally, it applied to Amy.
Of course, Mark fully endorsed his ancestor’s aversion. Women weren’t meant to be enjoyed; they were
meant to provide pleasure.
“My previous 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 to agree to…do it.
”
“Whatever, master.” If he was lucky, this would only be a minor setback.
Once again, Billy moved down to Amy’s 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 labia, slowly sliding from the tip
up to her clitoris, where it stood proudly erect.
Her taste was still somewhat strange, but… frankly, Billy didn't care what it tasted like—
not sweet, not fishy, it wasn't like anything he'd ever heard described before.
Nevertheless, it elicited a good reaction from Amy.
Billy began to lick her again, circling her clitoris with his tongue, enjoying her trembling, gasps, and moans
. He continued for a minute or two, trying to find the perfect fit for her honeyed entrance.
Good, licking her was pleasurable, but his penis began to tighten, showing displeasure at being ignored
. It was time to fuck her.
He stood up and positioned her on the table; she was like a work of art on display, her beautiful
legs outstretched, her pink arms wrapped around his neck.
For some reason, 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
breasts into his mouth. After sucking for a while, he moved up to her face and gave her
a passionate French kiss on her sweet little mouth.
He felt his penis rubbing against her lower abdomen and pubic hair. Finally, he tried to insert his penis
into the virgin's 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 two labia, Billy used his other hand to slowly and carefully guide his penis into the honey hole.
When he applied force, the tip of his penis slid in.
"Oh, Master,"
Billy responded to her passion.
He continued to hold it 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 speed 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, and
gradually he broke through a small barrier.
Amy convulsed, her beautiful 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 her master's smile with a
wide grin. A few tears slid down her cheeks, a heartfelt thank you for enslaving her.
Billy kissed her gently and began again.
After several thrusts, with a sudden, powerful stroke, Billy was fully inside her, his sparse pubic hair rubbing
against the girl's bare mound.
Billy's thrusts grew increasingly rapid as he drew closer to ejaculation.
Amy noticed this and tried to match the pace so she could reach orgasm at the same time as her master.
The pain of losing her hymen caused her to lag slightly behind.
Finally, Billy penetrated deep into her vagina, paused for a moment, and ejaculated his seed into the
girl's body.
Amy felt her master reach his climax, planting his sacred seed within her, and immediately entered a passionate
orgasm as well.
Billy thrust a little longer, ejaculating before she reached her climax.
Worried he might have hurt her, he immediately rolled off and reluctantly
withdrew his penis from Amy's vagina.
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 somewhat exhausted, got off the table, and went to a pile of clothes.
As Billy was about to put on his underwear, he realized his penis was still wet. Looking around, he noticed
a pile of napkins next to a coffee maker. He used them to clean himself and then threw the napkins into
the trash can.
After putting on his underwear and socks, he looked at Amy, who was sprawled lazily on the table, secretly watching
him.
"Come here," Billy said, "It's time to put on your clothes."
"Yes, Master," Amy reluctantly got up and walked to her clothes, seductively
swaying her beautiful, round buttocks 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 the napkins...
Good, she had cleaned herself up.
She had left her master's semen deep inside her, and the thought that she might be pregnant with her master's child
made Amy tremble.
(Indeed, given her period today, 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 to your former self… 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, the you now isn't the real you…"
"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 aftermath of their orgasm 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… well, can you make her normal again, but still remember all this and still
love me?”
“Yes, Master,” the devil said, “she will be normal again; just like she always was, 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 been restored to normal; Billy had just secretly kept her in a slave
state.
A clear step in the right direction.
“Is that 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 an oath: “I
will, as you wish, remain silent for a long time.”
She stood up and grasped 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.
Thankfully, they both lived within walking distance. Billy kissed Amy goodbye, promising her he'd
see her again tomorrow.

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