Demon Amulet (Part 1)

Chapter 1: 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 with flame.

Any adult would have told him this only happened in movies, and that he'd been fooled by them. Luckily, no one could tell him that. And luckily, because he had indeed discovered something. It was an ancient metal ring placed in the rocks beneath the castle.

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

So he tried turning it—nothing; he tried pulling and pushing it—nothing. Finally, he tried pushing it up.

Crack…

He was almost startled if he hadn't been alert enough. He nervously looked around, 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 (as was 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 legends 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 enter 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 within 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 detectors, Billy didn't 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 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 hang out with Chris. They lazed around in Chris's room, surrounded by comics and mannequins, and Billy asked questions.

Billy asked, "If you could read minds, what could you do?"

"Telepathy?"

"Yes, that's right."

Chris scoffed, "You've been reading too much of your mother's gossip magazines."

Billy protested, "No, really not. What would you 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 was there to seduce the boy into depravity? Then, it had an inspiration (extremely rare for a demon).

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

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

“If you can make them want to give it to you, 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 Elizabeth Pursey, wouldn’t it be wonderful to see her naked?” The devil launched another wave of temptation. “If we control her mind, we can make her strip naked for us.”

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

“Sometimes despicable things can be fun,” the devil thought, 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 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. Purisman 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 voices of all the other students as if they were standing up and cheering. Whenever she shook her firm breasts, her seductive hips swayed vigorously, making beautiful, spreading movements, 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, 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 pubic area. Hmm! Her pubic hair, though sparse, was clearly brown.

She wasn't a natural redhead! Billy stopped, wondering how he knew the natural color of her pubic hair, while time flew by. His fingers traced a few sparse tufts of 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 pubic area, 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 awoke, noticing his penis ejaculating.

He immediately grabbed some tissues from the bedside table and wiped himself clean. He sneaked into the bathroom, rinsed himself with the tissues, and dried himself with a rag.

Back in bed, he pondered the dream again. He had to make it come true.

He would use this amulet to make her fall in love with him, and then make her forget everything they had done together. The demon was angry with itself.

Indeed, it had taken the real first step in seducing Billy, but it had 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 3: 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 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 classroom (nothing interesting happened in the first day of class). 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.

The students rushed to the locker room, and the classroom quickly emptied.

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

Billy slipped into the boys' locker room, feeling 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 could leave the school later.

Opening the door and entering the locker room, Billy saw a lone figure standing inside.

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 it had acquired 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 completely.

“Master!” she almost screamed with joy.

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

She dared not look at Billy’s waist, and 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 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.

Retreating reluctantly, 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 gently, giving Billy his first visual temptation.

Billy was slightly taken aback.

He had seen naked women in Playboy magazine in Chris's basement, but they weren't real.

They were just pictures, a colored piece of 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.

Slowly, she let the bra fall to the ground.

She dared not look at her master. Afraid of rejection, she quickly pulled off her underwear and tossed it on the ground, then stepped over the clothes.

Amy awkwardly clasped her hands between her legs.

For some reason, she had been forced to shave her pubic hair that 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 into stiffness and overwhelmed with excitement.

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

He carefully felt Amy's small 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..."

"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 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, 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, a simple way to avoid embarrassment.

'She's already forgotten.' "

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

"I've had a guy lick my labia, and I've 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, pubic hair."

Amy blushed. "I shaved it off."

"Please don't hate me!" She suddenly cried loudly, covering her face and sobbing. "I don't know why I did it, I just... I just..."

He moved closer and held 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, her soft tongue probing into his mouth again, guiding his tongue into hers.

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

The girl's skin was so smooth. He moved his hands down, caressing her smooth, rounded, perfectly crafted buttocks.

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

Her master was everything to her, and her job was to do everything for him.

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

But deep down, Aimei knew that before she gave her virginity to her master, he might let her go, which she couldn't accept. She gently stopped the kiss.

"What is it?"

"Master, please make love to me...please, Master."

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

She tried to reach for Billy's shirt, and when he didn't object, she pulled it up over his head and tossed it aside.

Amy kissed his lips, not deeply with her tongue, and slowly slid down his body, giving him kisses that were almost worshipful, in the way she desired.

His chin, his neck, his chest.

(She hadn't even noticed the amulet, but still avoided it...an interesting technique.) She stopped at her master's chest and then sucked on 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 down again.

"Aimi, I don't know if..."

At this moment, she pulled down his jeans and underwear, and her tongue licked his penis. She licked the underside of his shaft slowly and carefully, which effectively silenced him. As she slowly enticed his five-inch-long penis, Aimi found herself no longer finding oral sex disgusting. 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 hated it before?

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?), Aimi gently licked and rolled his penis, putting about two-thirds of it into her mouth, like a baby suckling at its mother's breast.

Aimi affectionately wrapped her tongue around the glans, her saliva soaking the urethral opening and even reaching the urethra. Her hands also cooperated, gently caressing his testicles.

She knew her master's hand was gently stroking her hair, his fingers running through the silk, caressing her face. "Amy, I think I'm going to come," Billy murmured. "If you don't want me...uh...spraying into 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 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, was giving him oral sex and swallowing his semen!

Billy's reaction was a little slow; his knees even stiffened.

He took two steps back, letting his penis slip from Amy's lovely lips, and slumped to the floor.

Amy crawled closer to him and, once again, took his penis into her warm, 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 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.

"Amy!" Billy gasped, "Now... you don't care... but tomorrow... you'll be in pain... you'll lose... your virginity... it will... happen to you... no..." God, it felt so good! "I can't... let you do that..."

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 how different it would be.

Amy removed his penis from her mouth and began to speak, accompanied by some lovely 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 to you," Amy pleaded fervently. "Let me offer myself to you, let me love you."

Billy was almost losing control, almost succumbing to her, giving 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...? 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 this girl.

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

The demon chuckled inwardly. In his current state, Billy could easily believe this. And it was indeed an opportunity. Of course, marrying the Queen of England was also an opportunity (though perhaps not a very good one). As the demon had hoped, these words were enough to push Billy to cross that line.

Billy cupped Amy's face in his hands, bringing them face to face, gazing into her beautiful blue eyes.

"Amy, I'm so glad to make love with you." Billy glanced around.

This cold locker room wasn't a good place for lovemaking, but they had nowhere else to go. Or was there somewhere else?

"Mark, are there any empty buildings?" The devil scanned the building, finding only two campus guards emptying trash and arranging tables and chairs.

"There's a janitor 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 building; and I want to ensure our safety. I think we can go to the infirmary, or any office with a sofa."

Amy's face brightened, letting out a soft cry of joy, as she hurriedly piled 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! As they headed towards the infirmary (which, though uncomfortable, had a cushioned table), they passed the conference room.

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

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

He took the clothes from Amy's arms and spread them out on the floor. He moved his hand 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 he hadn't truly seen her naked vulva yet; he'd only caught a fleeting glimpse.

Gently, he laid Amy down, opening her pink legs, and knelt to examine the virgin's vulva. It was a small mound between her legs, roughly 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 lower as well. In fact, the four petals at the juncture of the tips looked somewhat disproportionate. A small bud was blossoming from within. It seemed to be a reminder of what Chris's uncircumcised penis looked like when erect.

(Last year, they had looked at each other's penises, 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 and touched 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's... oh... oh... it's my... my clitoris... um... thank you, Master... Master... Master."

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

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

Billy looked at the small vulva again. He always thought the clitoris should be inside. Maybe that was... um, some kind of control point. A control point that could drive a woman wild. And her vulva should be perfect for that.

After leaving the clitoris for a moment, he carefully peered into the 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.

And 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 two knuckles, wiggled it slightly around, and left it inside her.

Her clitoris was so warm and moist, the wet petals almost seeming 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 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 and take her virginity.

At first, he examined her.

She prayed he would accept her as acceptable. But he only touched, stimulated her, made her wet. His fingers, his flicking, 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 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 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 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 predetermined program.

“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 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… honestly, 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 open, 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 slowly and carefully guided his penis into her honey hole with his other hand. When he applied pressure, the tip of his penis slid in.

"Oh, Master,"

Billy responded to her passion.

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

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

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 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, 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 aftermath of his 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... 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 grasped his hand.

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

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

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

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