Chapter 1  -  Discovery

Blowing out the candles Peter De Ville wondered how long the charade would last. At fifteen he was tired of birthday parties.  He smiled to please Mother, who bustled around the table taking photographs of the family. Everyone appeared to enjoy themselves but he knew they did not mean it.

Peter missed blowing out two candles. Anna, his older sister, did not miss the opportunity to dig in a jibe; "Candles too big for you Pete, and I thought you were full of wind? Maybe when you grow big enough you'll learn to blow."

Anna's gloating spoiled her otherwise good looks. Her long brown hair adorned a body of a model. She pouted her nose and snickered at her brother. Peter, on the other hand, missed out in the looks. Short, bespeckled, overweight, and very clumsy, he did not reply to the insults.

Ben cut the cake giving Granddad a chance to comment, "Don't touch the bottom with the knife Pete or you'll have to kiss the closest girl."

Mother smiled at the remark, edging closer to Peter, just in case he chose to grant her a kiss on his special day.

Granddad had become the head of the family since Peter turned six years old. Father passed away that year leaving Granddad with the responsibility. Smelly old Granddad did nothing to earn the respect of the family. Although his money provided them a home and a maid, everyone wished that the toothless on geezer would simply die, leaving them in peace.

The only person everyone did like was Mary. At age thirty the energetic maid kept the house in order. Taking over the chores Mother considered dull or beneath her stature. Peter sometimes dreamed of Mary, other times he compared her body to some of the women in his magazines, trying to guess what those large breasts looked like without clothing. Mary helped bath Granddad, which probably thrilled the old fart, and she often consulted Anna on private ladies matters.

The gifts arrived next. Anna reluctantly held out a unwrapped box of chocolate. She forced a smile when he thanked her.  Mother enthusiastically wheeled in something large. It was wrapped in colorful paper and weighed a lot. Peter tore the paper off to reveal a motorcycle. That time he did kiss his mother, thanking her at least five times. Mary produced a bundle that hid a new shirt and trousers. Peter thought that the outfit looked a bit too nice for him but she encouraged him by saying it could help win the hearts of the girls. He tried to look into her eyes before she glanced away.

Granddad delivered his present last. An old box, containing a note and a ring. "Here you are Pete," said Granddad handing over with shaking hands. "Your father asked me to give this to you on your fifteenth birthday. He told me to say that he hopes it brings you as much fortune as it did to us."

Peter liked the ring. It held a green gem that sparkled with unnatural beauty. "I like it," he said grinning like a fool.

"I hope so Pete. It is worth more than anything else I own." Granddad winked making Peter feel very uncomfortable.

The ring looked nice but not that nice. The gem was not like any other stone Peter had seen but could hardly be considered valuable. The gift touched him anyway. It was a gift from the grave. Father wanted him to have it and therefore, in Peter's eyes, it was priceless. He looked at the note.

"Not now Pete," said Granddad briskly covering the writing. "Its private from your father."

Due to Peter's lack of interest and Anna's bickering the party finished soon after. Peter escaped to his room to read his fathers message. Admiring the ring he read as slowly as his excitement allowed. It read:

Dear Son,

Congratulations for your fifteenth birthday. I hope that you have not forgotten me and held our memories close to your heart.  The heirloom in this parcel will change your life forever.  You may choose not to accept it but I trust that you are not a fool because only a fool could refuse such a gift. The ring can only be used by one of our line. Your duty is to pass in on to your son as I have to you. The ring has the power of suggestion. Use it wisely and your life will always be wondrous. Take care to keep it a secret for many others want such a gift. The instructions are easy to follow. Concentrate on the ring, when it begins to glow you can suggest thoughts to other people. They have to obey you. Tell them or change into whatever you like but be careful because the changes are irreversible.

Good luck son and happy birthday,
Father

Peter looked in disbelief. His spectacles almost fell from his eyes. Was it a joke from Father? How much did Granddad know?  Did Granddad or Father ever use the ring? They must have.

Placing it on his middle finger Peter stared at the ring. Within moments it glowed and continued to glow for several minutes.

Heart beating he raced out the hallway, almost colliding with Granddad. "Well Pete, I see that you know about the ring now?" said Granddad. "Have you used it yet?"

"I.. Just a moment ago. I saw it shine."

"Very good. Now you must wait for it to recharge. I bet you have lots of plans now sonny. Who is going to be your first subject?"

"None of your business Granddad. I am not going to use it on anybody."

The old geezer laughed. "Of course you are. We all do when we first get it. Is it somebody at school or a girl in the neighborhood? You can tell me. You know your father picked your mother out of a centrefold, don't you?"

Mother a centerfold? It could not be true. Yet when he thought about it, she was very attractive. For a forty-two year, her legs were quite stunning. "How?" he asked.

"Your father just opened a magazine one day, saw your mother, and decided to take her. That's the kind of power you have now Pete. So who are you going to choose?" Granddad smiled his toothless smile making Peter cringe.

"I said none of your business. Leave me alone Granddad."

Peter launched onto his motorcycle, hearing the old man's laughter fade.  The means to travel and the power to control. He felt like a god. Only when a police siren interrupted his dream did he wonder how long the ring took to recharge.

He pulled the motorcycle over and waited for the interrogation. The Police Woman climbing out of the car looked strict and stern. A woman in her early twenties wrapped up in a blue uniform. She might not have known it but, to the teenage boy, she presented the final gift of the day.

"Can I have your license please?" she said in a no nonsense, cop like voice, and drew out a little book and pen to take down details.

Peter pulled his leather glove off to concentrate on the ring. It glowed. Cautiously he said to the police woman, "You don't want my license."

She frowned, then repeated, "No I don't want your license. I have made a mistake."

The ring still glowed but he did not know how long it would last so he ordered her, "Stay with me until I tell you to go."

The command seamed easier for her because her expression relaxed a little. "Yes, stay with you. I don't want to go anywhere else."

In the waning glow of the ring Peter quickly said, "I am your best friend." The glow vanished completely as he finished.

The woman said robotically, "My best friend," Then the blank expression vanished, replaced by her friendly character. "Hi, my name is Cheryl. I don't know yours, do I?"

"I'm Peter. My friends call me Pete."

She shook his hand. "Well Pete it is then. I think that we are going know each other very well. Its funny, I can't remember why I pulled you over but just as well I did or else we wouldn't have met."

"I think that you pulled me over for my license," said Peter testing the power of his suggestion.

She looked shocked "No way Pete. I never want to ever see that thing. Anyway, where are you off to on your cool bike?"

They chatted for a while. She wanted to know all about him and told him a lot about herself. All the time he studied her uniform trying to catch glimpses of her figure. While they talked the ring recharged and he formulated a plan. He parked his motorcycle, then asked to ride in the front seat of the police car. Cheryl agreed.

At a traffic light the ring glowed again. Before she could accelerate he said, "You are feeling very sexy Cheryl. Feel your body to see how sexy you are."

In a flat voice she replied, "Very sexy. Have to touch myself." Leaving the steering wheel her fingers unfastened her shirt to glide over her skin.

Peter said, "Every time I say your name you will feel sexier and sexier and touch yourself until you have an orgasm. Then you will feel normal again but you will remember how you felt and fall in love me a little more."

The ring faded.

Cheryl shook her head and said, "What's going on? Did I fall asleep or something? The traffic light is amber." She looked down at her partially exposed chest. "Oh my! How did my shirt become undone?"

Peter stayed quiet until she drove a little way. Then he asked, "Do you like the sound of my voice Cheryl? Some girls say that's its sexy."

She giggled, "Your voice sounds fine but not sexy. Hey, I have to get back to work soon. Do you want to come too?"

"I don't think so," he said. "Why don't we go somewhere private. A motel perhaps?"

Flipping her cap off to untie her hair bun she replied, "Now don't going getting ideas Pete, we're just friends, okay? What would we do in a motel anyway? I am much too old for you."

"Just hoping." He noticed how she combed her long brown hair with her finger tips. The suggestion was taking affect.

"Do you really think that age makes that much difference if people are attracted to each other?"

"Oh Pete. I'm sorry," she said breathing a little harder. "I don't think that I could like you in that way. Lets change the subject.  Isn't it warm in here?" No longer able to concentrate, she drove the car down a secluded alley and parked.

In minutes the police woman stripped away her uniform revealing black lacy underpants and bra. "Please don't look Pete." she gasped slipping a hand onto her crotch. Ashamedly, she spread her powerful thighs and furiously masturbated until her whole body spasmed.

Coming down she redressed herself. "Oh Pete, what have I done? You must think that I am a slut. Please forgive me but I don't know what come over. You wont tell anyone what I did. Will you?"

Coyly Peter replied, "Gee I don't know Cheryl. Would you give me a kiss in return?" he emphasized her name.

"Ohhh Pete, I do like you a lot but it simply can't be like that." Before she pulled her shirt together she moaned. "Oh no! I'm getting hot again. So hot!" She stretched out, removing all of her cloths and masturbated herself in clear view of anyone passing by.

After relieving herself she pulled her trousers and shirt back on.

Peter toyed with her several more times. Finally, by using the power of the ring, he had her masturbate him at the same time.  Growing bored, and feeling guilty, he ordered her to drive him home. Cheryl was very sad to see him leave and insisted on handing her phone number over.
 

"So a policewoman Pete," said Granddad slapping Peter on the back as he entered the house. "Not bad for starters. I bet it was your first time, hey?"

"I didn't do what you think Granddad. I'm still a virgin."

"Ho Ho." laughed Granddad. "A virgin? What are you waiting for? Got someone special in mind?"

Peter did not answer. The old man annoyed him.

"Come on Pete. Tell me about it. You can trust me."

Peter stared at the ring, making it glow. "Granddad," he said. "Forget about what the ring can do and stop annoying me."

"Forget the ring and leave you alone." repeated Granddad in a monotone voice.

Granddad did forget the power of the ring and never bothered Peter again about anything.
 

Chapter 2 - Teacher
 

The next morning Mother's voice woke him from a dream where Mary was under his power. "Wake up Pete." called Mother
"You'll be late if you don't get up."

He shifted in bed catching his erection on the sheet. His usual morning involved digging out a Penthouse magazine to bring himself relief. This morning he remembered what Granddad had told him and an evil idea crossed his mind.

"Mother!" he called back. "Please come in here."

Mother wore her normal blue dressing gown hiding any sign of a womanly figure but Peter had seen her dressed up and knew she could be attractive. "Yes Pete." she answered, not knowing she had walked into a trap.

He thought quickly about what he wanted. Making the ring glow he said, "You like to see me cum in the morning. So every morning you will do a parade for me. You'll pretend to be a playboy slut, act as sexy as you can, and when I do cum you'll cum too. It is the best thing in your life"

She stammered, "Making you cum is very important. I like to be a slut for you."

"Good," said Peter and waited for the effect.

A minute later mother came out of the daze. She looked up with a twinkle in her eyes. "Turn the radio on Pete. I need some music."

He switched the radio on to a slow playing station.

"Very nice darling," she said swaying to the beat. Opening her gown she pulled a breast out from her nightee. It looked kind of awkward so she discarded all her night clothes. Still swaying to the music, she sat on a chair and spread her legs wide for his viewing. Seeing the movement she pulled the sheet away to study his hard on. "That's right darling. Fuck yourself for momma.  Show me how much of a man you are." she said gliding her tongue over her lips. When he did orgasm she squealed in delight, even reaching out to touch the last of the semen.

"That was fantastic Pete," she said. "I haven't felt this way since your father passed away. Can we do it again tomorrow?"

"If you like Mother but I think it would work better it you wore sexier clothes."

Mother had been right, he only had half an hour later. Quickly he pulled his clothes on and ran to school.
 

Mrs. Hayes ran the first class of the day. None of the students dared talk or interrupt while she stepped them through the English lesson. They knew that she could bellow louder than a drill sergeant if they so much as whispered. But, as she paced the front of the room, Peter imagined how the blond woman could look if she loosen up. If she wore a more a revealing outfit she probably looked as good as any other young lady. If she did not march up and down or stand to attention she might be desirable.

The hardest task was trying to imagine her without those black rimmed glasses. No matter how he concentrated he could not picture her without the spectacles. Frustrated he imagined her taking them off, at least once, so that he could see what it is like…Then, to his surprise, she did exactly that. She took the glasses off and placed them on the desk.

Peter looked down to see his ring glowing. Did it gave him the power to suggest by thought alone?

Mrs. Hayes continued the class but never put those glasses back on. It must have been difficult because she tripped and bumped into objects several times. Peter thought that she did look prettier without the spectacles and was pleased.

Later, when the class departed, he approached her. "Why aren't you wearing your glasses?" he asked, directly challenging her behavior.

"Oh Peter De Ville," she said looking up from her desk. "I decided that I don't like them anymore. I'm going to buy a new pair.
Do you have anything important to talk to me about? I have to go to my next class now and so should you."

Peter watched the last student leave then turned his attention to the teacher. "Yes I do Mrs Hayes. I think that you are too rude and need an attitude adjustment."

Her face flushed angrily. "I need a what? Peter I think that you are the person who needs some correctly measures here!" she said raising her voice to the brink of yelling. She stood to attention, intimidating him with her height.

Peter gulped and stared at the ring. It glowed. "You must obey me completely from now on."

Her face slackened. "Yes obey you."

"You will do whatever I tell you and behave anyway I tell you."

"Do what you tell me."

Moments later she came out of the trance and bellowed again, "I think that you and I need to speak to the principal. Grab your books Peter."

"Stop yelling Mrs. Hayes. We're going to stay here for a while and talk."

"Don't speak to me that way Peter. You are in big trouble." she said, though quietly.

He scanned her body and said, "You are much too uptight. Relax." She slumped from the rigid attention. "That's better Mrs. Hayes. You know, you could be quite a looker if you try, so start wearing sexier clothes and act sexier in public. Everyone will certainly appreciate it."

"I beg you pardon," she said shocked by his orders. "I will do no such thing. Your parents are going to hear about this. I'm going to ring them right now."

Before the phone reached her ear he ordered, "Put that down. You still haven’t learned who is in charge here, have you Mrs. Hayes? You will not tell anybody about our conversation.  Now, about your cloths…That suit your wearing could look at lot better with some  changes.  Remove your bra and undo most of the top bottoms on your blouse and jacket."

"I can't. People will see my chest if I do that," she complained but did exactly what he said. "They might think that I am easy or dumb."

"Hmm your right Mrs Hayes, your blond hair does suggest that, so let them think that you are bimbo, act easy and dumb. If anybody asks you a question tell them that you don't know the answer and flirt with all the men. If I ask you to, then give whoever I say the best sex of their life."

She began to cry. "I'm not going to do what you say. You can't make me. When my husband finds out he will kill you."

"Do you think so? What's your husbands name?"

"I. . don't know."

Peter laughed at the new English teacher. "Come on Mrs Hayes. Take me to a motel and give me the best head job you can."

She cried but led him to a place outside of town. Inside the room, she still sobbed, as her mouth and tongue whipped on the end of his penis. The sensation was terrific but Peter finally felt sorry for the poor woman.

Using the recharged ring he said, "Mrs Hayes. You love sex and have no guilt or inhibitions about sharing body with other people. Most of all, you love sucking my cock."

She muffled a reply and, soon, restarted sucking with renewed passion. Her tears gone, she pumped him until the load of semen sprayed into her mouth. She pulled away, licking her lips.

Later that day, Peter watched the teacher strut across the courtyard. She had changed into a very short mini-dress and a tight tee shirt that made it clear that she no longer wore a bra. Peter watched her fish net stockings and knew that she did not wear underpants.

Another teenager named Jerry whispered to him, "What's happened to Mrs Hayes? She looks like a wet dream."

Peter laughed. "If you'll be my friend I'll arrange for you to have some that."

"You're joking Pete? If you could do that then I would be your friend for life."

"Is it a deal?"

Jerry agreed, although very doubtful of his new friend's abilities. The two teenagers caught the teacher as she neared the library.  "Come here Mrs Hayes." cried Peter.

She strutted up, and Peter could see that she had been to the hairdresser, blond strands fell over her face in an erotic way. "Yes Peter," she answered.

Feeling the power over her he said, "Jerry is a friend of mine. He asked to have sex with you."

"Peter!" Jerry cried in alarm.

"Calm down. I told you was alright. Now Mrs Hayes, please take my friend for a ride and show him what you can do? He is probably not used to older women so I want you to fuck him as many times as he wants, okay?"

She glared at Peter but stupidly said, "I don't know. Do I have time to cancel my classes?"

"Don't be silly Mrs Hayes. I can see that Jerry wants to start right now, so get going."

Pulling Jerry close to her chest she led him to her car. Peter laughed at his new friend's gaping mouth.
 

Chapter 3 - Mary
 

"I love him," said Anna.

Mary studied the girl, trying to decide whether the feelings were genuine, youth could so easily be misled by emotions. A pretty girl, like Anna, was a easy catch for teen wolves. Mary asked, "Are you sure that it is not just a crush. Remember the last boyfriend that you had? What was his name? You said you loved him but he disappeared when he didn't get what he wanted."

Anna beamed. Her eyes wide in excitement and a smile flashed. "Oh Anna. I never loved him. This time its diferent. I know it is. Charles is gentle, kind, and he loves me."

Mary did not miss the pause. "I'm glad and I hope it works out but take it slowly. You have plenty of time--" Before she could continue, Anna stretched her arm our revealing a sparkling diamond ring. "Oh my. You don't mean.. Did he.. Did you.."

Anna leaped up. "Yes we did. Isn't it wonderful? Charles wants to marry me. This afternoon he proposed. He even knelt down on one knee." She whirled in excitement.

Grabbing the seventeen year old girl, Mary said, "Have you told your mother yet? What about Peter? He'll be furious. You know how jealous he is, don't you? And your so young."

The front door swung open, as Mother entered carrying a bundled of boxes and bags. Through her bustle she asked, "Told me what? What's happened?"

Anna explained her engagement to Charles, excitingly waving her ring into her mother's face. Mother took the news well, becoming as thrilled as her daughter, until she realized that Peter may not be as glad about the event.

"Have you told him yet?" said Mother.

"No, I guess I've made that announcement last. Do you really think that he'll be jealous?"

A door slammed in the back of the house. Mary said, "Well it sounds like he's home. Why don't you explain it to him now? No point in beating around the bush, is there?"

Anna nervously left the room to talk to her brother. Mother laid her boxes down and retreated to the living room. Mary decided to start cooking the dinner. The kitchen was central to the house and within hearing range of anyone spoke loudly in the bedrooms.

Mary pulled the ingredients out for a pasta dish when the sound of Peter's voice erupted. The yelling upset her, making it difficult to concentrate on the cooking. Abuse poured out of the bedroom until Mary heard Anna scream back. Unable to remain hidden, Mary crept up to the bedroom door to peek through the ajar door.

Anna yelled, "I don't care what you think. I am going to marry him." She stood on the balls of her feet to look down at Peter.

He yelled back, "You never care what I think. You're always too busy getting it on with what's his face. Well you're not going to marry him because I won't let you."

"Ha! Let me? Since when have you been boss. Maybe your jealous because you can't even get a girlfriend. I heard that you got turned down by Heather Owen last week. How many turn downs is that Pete? 200?"

Mary watched Peter's response, something in the way he changed his attack scared her. He said evenly, "You think that you're so smart, don't you? But I can make you do exactly what I want." Mary had never noticed the ring on Peter's hand until it glowed bright green. Looking up she saw his eyes shining.

Anna began to say, "Are you on drugs Pete.. You.. can't make..." her reply cut short as if she could not think of what to complete it.

Smiling wickedly Peter said, "Listen to me Anna. The only person you love is me. Forget about other boys, you think that I am the most attractive person on earth. From now on you love to obey me and it turns you on to serve me like a slave. If I ask, you'll do anything I want and practically have an orgasm doing so."

Blankly Anna responded, "I love obeying you. It makes me horny."

Opened mouthed, Mary stepped back, almost tripped over a table, then she bolted out the house, not caring where she was headed but in a hurry to put as much distance between herself and that boy as she could.
 

Peter heard the front door slam. It diverted his attention a little but he looked back at his sister coming out of the trance. He wondered whether he had gone too far with her. Did he really want a slave? He wanted to teach her a lesson. But a slave? A horny slave at that? he waited for her attention.

He said, "How do you feel Sis? Do you remember what we were arguing about?"

Confused she answered, "Arguing? Oh yeah. About a boy who gave me this ring. How silly, he thought that I might like him.  Should I tell him about us Pete? I don't think that he would understand."

"Don't tell him about anything except that you have changed your mind," Peter said, handing her the telephone. "Call him now and while you speak give yourself a hand job."

Anna did as she was told. In a casual voice, she spoke to her exboyfriend. At the same time she untied her jeans and rubbed herself. Peter could hear the irrate exboyfriend, Charles, blubbering on the phone. In the end the boyfriend hung-up as Anna kept masturbating.

Pulling his own trousers down Peter told Anna what to do. With her free hand she put his penis into her mouth.
 

At dinner time the family wondered where Mary had gone. Mother rang her home but received the answering service. Anna could not detach herself from her handsome brother, ogling the way he moved and wishing for any kind of order from him.  Peter became suspicious when both Mother and Anna explained how they had talked to Mary prior to Anna's transformation.  In the end they gave up the search and Anna eagerly cooked dinner when Peter told her to.
 

In a farm house an elderly woman listened to her daughter. The tale seemed impossible but Mary never lied about important things and Emerly chose to believe every detail.

"What are you goint to do then?" asked Emerly.

"I don't know Mom. I thought of going to the police but they wouldn't believe it. Do you have any ideas?" Mary said between tears.

"I don't know. I guess you're right about the police. Maybe you should stay with me. The boy could never find you way out here. Even if he did, we'ld see him coming from a mile away."

"I can't Mom. I don't know what he is going to do with his mother and grandfather. I Have to stop him before its too late."  Mary played with a spoon, tapping it hard against the table.

Emerly's eyes widened. "What are talking about? How are you going do anything? You'll have to murder the boy to stop him."

Mary considered the idea. Murdering people was beyond her, especially someone who she raised like her own son. "Maybe I could reason with him Mom. Afterall he trusts me and I wouldn't provoke him like his sister did."

The evening wore on as mother and daughter discussed the options. Eventually Emily turned for bed, Mary was too aggitated and stayed up, trying to solve the puzzle, finally she turned the light out knowing that she had to face Peter with reason and, just in case, she could carry a gun.
 

Chapter 4 - Conquest
 

Against his sister's pleas Peter slept alone. His dreams were constantly interupted by the face of Mary and the vision of her running away. He needed her. He had chosen her to break his virginity but she could not be found. Several times he woke, hoping to hear her sweet voice or see her complete figure.

Finally the sound of Mother's voice woke him to the morning.

"I have something special for you." she said.

Clearing the blur from his eyes, Peter examined the woman before him. Mother wore a black bra, black underpants and black garters, surrounded by a flimsy dressing gown. Staring harder, he could see right through the dressing gown and bra to Mother's nipples. She carried something long and shiny.

"Turn the music on dear." she said.

Within moments Mother gyrated to the beat of rock and roll. She glided across the room feeling her body with the thing she carried. Peter reached down to grasp his member. She danced to the end of his bed, then sat on the end, spreading her legs apart. She flicked a switch on the device, making it vibrate, and rubbed it against her vagina, all the while mouthing promises to her son.

Peter could not bring himself to orgasm. The task seemed laborious when he could easily have someone else do it for him. He concentrated on the ring to make it glow.

"Mother," he said.

"Yes son," she replied dully.

"My sperm is a drug to you. You have to drink some everyday or else you fantatise about it until you do. In the morning you crave for the taste and have to give me oral sex."

"I need your sperm every morning," she repeated.

She woke from the trance and reached out. Taking his penis in her hand, she guided it to her mouth, and sucked hard. Peter felt the sperm gathering then shooting into Mother's mouth. She gulped, and rolled her tongue around his shaft, savouring the flavour.

Peter looked down at his mother. pleased by how he had changed the lifeless old woman into a thing of pleasure. The power allowed him to benefit people like her and, if he could find Mary, she too could change.
 

English class was boring. The temporary teacher explained that Mrs Hayes could not attend because of an unforeseen illness.  Peter kept his suspicions to himself and agonised over the lesson.

During lunch Peter spoke to his new friend Jerry. Jerry explained, in detail, how Mrs Hayes treated him the day before, finally admitting that he might love the teacher. Peter paid little attention to him, and watched another table where the girls of his class sat, in particular he watched Heather Owen.

Heather was the beauty queen of the grade. To Peter's knowledge, she did not have a boyfriend, although some of the kids said she dated Larry Jonesdale. Peter liked the way her wavy red hair tumbled down her back and he appreciated her atheltic figure. He had seen her, in gymnastics one day, wearing tights. Her slim, strong body expressed every movement. Until this day she had been unobtainable.

He contentrated on her, focusing himself to her mind. In a matter of moments he could hear her thoughts. He remembered how Mrs Hayes removed her spectacles on his silent command and tried an experiment. Using only his thoughts he silently said, Come over and sit with me. You want to be my girlfriend.

To his satisfaction the girl rose and carried her lunch to his table.Sitting down she said, "Mind if I join you? I saw you looking my way and thought you might like some company. I'm Heather"

Peter tried to make hiw ring glow but realised that he had used its power. Nervously he replied, "Sure, sit down please. I'm Pete."

Jerry looked uncomfortable and left. Anxiously, Peter tried to power on his ring but could not do so. After some minutes, he stumbled though a conversation of small talk.  Eventually Heather asked, "Do you you want to be my boyfriend? I mean go out together."

"Yes that would be good. I'ld love to go out with you. When?"

She fixed a time. Being Friday she suggested that very evening for a to see a movie. Peter readily agreed, all the time imagining what sort of personality he wanted her to have.
 

Watching the school was not a problem, afterall she was trained to stake out people. During class times she took a short walk to stretch her legs but mainly she waited in the car. From her own experience she knew school finished at 4:30. Then what?  Approach him? A lady should never approached a man, its a man's responsibility to chase the woman, but he had not called for two days.

She smooved down her clothes, wondering whether he would like the low neck line and split skirt more than her boring police uniform. She did not want to marry him or anything, she just wanted to hear him say her name, so sweetly, so sexily. She tried
again but she could not arouse herself without the sound of his voice.
 

Walking along the street Peter sensed the eyes on his back. It scared him a little. Sometimes he glanced over his shoulder but could not see anyone. Trying to shrug off the ill ease he quickened his pace to the safety of home.

A car pulled up beside him. Through the open window a gun protruded. The feminine voice said, "Get in and don't try to use that ring of yours. I'll shoot if I see it glow."

He obeyed, afterall by doing what she said, he did not have to look any further. Cautiously he climbed into the car, worried about whether she might shoot him by accident. "Okay Mary," he said. "What do you know about it?"

Without taking the aim from his head she replied, "I saw what you did to your sister. Today I visited her to find out if it was true, and all the time she told me about how great you are, not once did she mention her fiancee. You beast. How could you manipulate your sister like that?" The gun twitched in her hand.

Peter realised the seriousness of the situation. In a second she could blow his head off and, the way she sounded, made him think that she would. He gently eased back into the car seat. "I did the right thing Mary. Anna wanted to marry the jerk. I had to stop her somehow. Please put the gun down. You're scaring me."

The barrel lowered slightly to his chest. "Take off the ring Peter. Place it on the dash board. Then I'll lower the gun."

He started to obey. Trying to wrestle the ring from his finger, it somehow clung on, as if it did not want to leave him. Finally it did loosen and he put it on the dashboard. She pushed it away from him with the gun, too worried to touch it herself.

Still gripping the gun she said, "Thank you Peter. Now I want you to leave the car. I'm taking that evil thing away to dump it where you will never find it."

Peter paused, trying to decide whether he should do as she ordered. The ring was truely too great to loose but it was not worth his life. Before he moved a hand tapped on the drivers window and a badge flashed in front of Mary's face. Mary lowered the window to see a brown haired woman wearing a very revealing blowse.

Cheryl said, "Good afternoon Mame. May I see your license to carry arms?"

Surprised by the turn of events Mary stuttered. "Um sure. I don't have a license. Please leave me alone for just a few more more minutes."

Not thinking about still holding the gun Mary waved it about the car. The policewoman, Cheryl, snapped out her own pistol, facing the scared woman. She said, "Put the gun down Mame and move out of the car. Slowly. I want to see your hands the whole time."

Peter took advantage of the situation, grabbing the ring before either woman noticed. Cheryl took the gun from Mary and handed it to Peter.

He said, "Thank you officer. I thought that she was going to kill me before. Is there anything that I could do for you in return?"

Keeping the pistol aimed at Mary she handed him Mary's gun and replied, "You could say my name like you did the other day."

Mary looked back and forth to Cheryl and Peter, knowing she had fallen into a trap. She bowed her head, trying to think of what to do.

Peter said, "Okay Cheryl, but you better get back to your car before its too late."

The policewoman followed his suggestion, running back to the car she could feel her body heating up with desire. She sat down in just enough time and Peter could see her arching back to enjoy herself.

Caught, Mary stared at the policewoman then Peter. "The cops too, hey Peter? Do you have this whole town in the palm of your hands?" She began to shake, unable to stop the sinking feeling in her stomach.

"Come back into the car Mary," he said levelling the gun at her. "I have a lot to explain."

She did as he ordered, tentatively looking for a way to escape.

He said, "I don't think you know but I have loved you more than anybody. I'm still a virgin, you know, because I have saved myself for you." He looked on to her shiny black hair and enormous bosom. "I dream about making love to you, imagining what you look like under those work clothes. I even use magazines to help me sometimes. Don't you see? I don't want to hurt you. I only want to love you."

Slitting her eyes she replied, "Love doesn't mean screwing me. You want me for another one of your toys. A conquest of power is what you want. You don't love me Peter."

Her words stung. He did love her and she would see that if she loved him too. he wanted her pwersonality as well as her body.  Not like Mother, Anna, or Cheryl. He did not want to change her but he did want to own her.

The ring glowed. Her hand flashed up to cover her mouth. "Please don't," she cried.

"Too late Mary. I have to make you see what love means." he said watching her face go blank.

"You are in love with me," he said.

She whispered a reply, "No."

Alarmed by her resistance he said aloud. "You are in love with me."

This time her voice wavered, "I... No"

Frustrated he repeated the command, "You are love with me."

"I love you." her voice broke.

He relaxed, "Good. You agree with everything I say and do."

"No... Yes I agree." The command took hold.

"You want to please me in everyway and constantly think of new ways to pleasure me."

"Yes.."

His final command sealed the conquest. "I own you completely. You belong to me."

"No. Yes I... I am yours."

In the fading light of the ring she relaxed. He put the gun down, knowing she could never use it against him again.

She looked through her ruffled hair. "You did it to me. Didn't you Pete?"

"Yes," he admitted. "I had to show you how I love you."

"I understand. I'm glad that you did. Being in love is the most fantastic feeling in the world. Lets go to my place to celebrate and get to know each other much better. Didn't you say that you wanted me to break that virginity of yours?"
 

Chapter 5 - King

Mary lived alone in an appartment. She guided Peter to the bedroom removing both of their cloths. By the time they reached the bed, she wore only a bra and underpants. Holding his hand to her large breast she whispered, "Squeeze me darling," and nibbled his ear.

He allowed her to lead the love making, watching how her firm body pressed hard against his, how she licked his chest and how she climbed onto his penis to push him in as hard as possible. Not once did she hesitate, matching his thrusts with the sway of her hips. Her nipples hardened in his hands and protruded to erection.

When the orgasm came she pushed even harder to milk him of every drop.

They lay together for some time. He dozed off into a light sleep until the sound of the phone shook the dimly lit room. Mary picked it up and spoke to whoever it was. After several sentences she passed the hand peice to Peter.

Anna spoke on the other end of the phone. "Hello Pete. We've been wondering what happened to you. Mother has been worried sick and Heather Owen came around, claiming that she had a date with you."

Recalling his appointment with Heather, Peter beat his forehead with his hand. "Oh I fogot," he said. "I've been too busy to think about her."

"Too busy. What have you and Mary been up to Pete? If you're having an affair I'm going to rip your heart out." Anna sounded angry, after all she remained spell bound.

He looked down to watch Mary fondle his penis. He grabbed the back of her shiny hair, placing her in position of a head job.  She took the hint and wrapped her mouth around his member.

He tried to concentrate on the conversation with Anna. "Ahh," he groaned. "Yes that's right. Mary and I are in love Anna."

He jumped as he heard the phone at the other end crunch down, then realised that Anna had been serious about the jealousy.  She was on her way over to see him.

How could he save the situtation? The dream was turning into a nightmare. Anna could do anything when she was like this, he believed it when she threatened him. And what about poor Mary.

He waited.

Minutes seemed like hours, only the sound of rain, and Mary's breathing could be heard. He watched the door willing for it open. His plan was simple. Change the way Anna and Mary felt about love, remove their jealousy, and maybe add something else. A simple plan, except for one thing. He had never cast the spell on two people at the same time.

Then, at last, the knocking sounded throughout the room. "Come in." he called from the back of the living room. As ordered, Mary stood near the doorway, he hoped that it would help with the spell.

Anna burst in, sure enough she weilded a long knife but, before she could orientate herself for an attack, the ring glow. Shining at both women.

They both stopped in mid stride.

Peter sighed then commenced his commands. "Anna and Mary. Although you both love me you are not jealous of anyone else who Ioves me. In fact you like fucking whoever I tell you to. Whether it is a man, woman or yourselves you will make love with all the passion that you have for me. You will remain completely loyal to me and only fuck who I tell you to. Understand."

They repeated the command and waited for the power of the ring to fade.

Cunningingly Peter asked, "Well Anna, what brings you over here tonight?"

She looked at him, then at the naked Mary, and replied, "I missed you Pete. You were having all the fun without me."

"You poor thing Anna. I think that you should join us. Mary, give my sister a big kiss. I'm sort of tired at the moment so why don't you two ladies show me how well you can screw each other?"

Mary grasped Anna's hair and pressed her mouth to the teenagers, exploring the passion with her tongue. Anna responded, casting her clothes to the floor, she pulled Mary down onto the rug in front of Peter. In minutes the two ladies locked in an embraced, licking each others sex.

Peter felt like a king, watching the two women do his bidding. When Anna climbed onto of her lover he remembered all the years of her teasing him, always putting him down.in front of others. Now the girl was a slut, unable to think of anything else but his pleasure and fucking. It was not enough. One last act would put her in place, an act that would make sure she knew her new position in life. "Hold still," he told her as he knelt down behind her firm rump. It was very tight but he entered her from behind, all the while Mary continued to suck her vagina. Anna gasped as he penetrated her, momentarily loosing pace, then she sobbed but kissed Mary even harder.
 

Chapter 6 - Living in sin
 

The door bell rang. The noise interupted Peter's sleep. It rang again. He stirred in the early morning light rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Rolling over his arm fell across someone. Anna or Mary? Black hair, it was Mary. She opened her eyes.

"Hello darling." she said, her hand reached down to stroke his penis.

Hearing the door bell again he said, "Would you mind seeing who that is and send them away? We are going to be busy today."

Mary obeyed. Rising, she wrapped a satin gown around her beautiful curves and departed the bedroom.

The movement caused Anna to wake and drape her arm over Peter. Her bare body pressed against his. Although he enjoyed abusing her the night before, he felt guilty, laying naked with her. In their childhood she had tormented him but, in her special
way, she loved him as any sister loved their brother. He pushed her arm away.

Muffled voices came through from the doorway. Peter pulled his trousers on, thinking how he would have to collect his cloths from home. The sound of the voices grew louder, a arguement must have broken out. He went to explore.

Mother stood at the entrance wearing a long coat, Mary barred her way. From their stance either woman looked poised to strike the other. It took Peter a moment to realise how his commands had caused to situation.

Mary said through clenched teeth. "He does not want to see you. We are going to be busy all day."

Mother reproached, "Let me see my son or I'll tear your eyes out Mary."

Peter was about to interupt when soft arms circled his chest. Anna cuddled him from behind.

Mother looked his way. She switched her gaze between Mary, who blocked her path, naked Anna, and finally Peter. Her eyes shifted between his face and groin.

"What's going on here Pete?" she asked suspiciously. "Tell this bitch to let me in and tell me what you have done this time."

Peter nodded to Mary to let Mother in. In the room, surrounded by the three woman he loved the most, his guilt rose in a flame. Mother's question made him realise how he had abused his power. To make them love him was nice but turn them into mindless sex slaves meant losing their personalities.

Mother true motivations were revealed. Pulling her coat open, she exposed a sexy teddy with white lacing barely covering her breasts and crotch. She looked good but this only made Peter feel worse. Her new behavour outweighed her concern as a mother and she knelt down to unhook his trousers.

Upon seeing the act Mary and Anna joined in by smothering Peter in kisses. Hands stroked his body and lips kissed him everywhere. The sensation washed over him, his penis swelled in Mother's mouth, and sperm shot forth uncontrollably across her face.

As the excitement lessened his guilt returned. Mother cleaned her face by wriping the sperm with her fingers and tasting every drop. Anna and Mary embraced each other on the carpet. The scene was erotic but, at the same time, shameful.

He said, "Mom, Mary, Anna. I want to show you something. Please look here."

They all glanced his way in time to see the ring glow. The ring shook in his hand, the effort of captivating three people seemed to try its power.

Quickly he said, "Mom and Anna I want you to behave the way you did before my birthday. Forget about my previous command and the past few days. Become your old selves with just a couple of exceptions. You will agree with whatever I say and do, and you will help me to do whatever I want. Mary, I like the way you are but you will be more discreet when you are with other people. You will act the way you use to except when we are alone or when I say so."

The women came out of the trance. After clearing the slepy blur they gawked at their own dress, or lack of. The room became a flurry of action as each person grabbed for the nearest cloths or ran out to find something to wear.

Mother and Anna still did not understand why they were in Mary's appartment or what had occured when they were fully clad.

Peter explained, "There is nothing to worry about. We all stayed the night here and you were waiting to have a shower."

Anna asked, "Okay but why can't I remember anything and why was I on the floor with Mary?"

"Because you were drunk last night and Mary helped you up. You tripped over the step. Now you better be on your way home. I'm going to stay here."

Mother asked, "Why are you staying Pete? Aren't you coming with us?"

He pulled Mary close to him and slid a hand onto one of her large breasts. "No, I going to stay and fuck Mary for the rest of the weekend. Is that alright with you?"

"Yes perfectly," said Mother smiling. "I only wanted to know when you're coming home."

"When I feel like it."

The End