DEMON AMULET

BY NGB

On the second to the last day of their vacation, twelve-year- old Billy was exploring his ancestor's castle in Germany. True, Billy's branch of the family had left Germany for America a hundred years ago, but Billy's grandfather had always tried to keep close ties to his roots. This trip was basically part of Mom's attempts to fill the void left by Dad's death. (Or she was trying to find a piece of Dad somewhere. She was still having problems accepting his death.)

Mom had made it clear that they were leaving on a plane the next afternoon, and no amount of pleading could change it. So Billy had to cram all the rest of his exploring into this last free day.

He worked his way from the modernized areas, with heat and running water, to the old, crumbling darker passageways. He was certain he could find a secret passage to a hidden treasure trove. As he went along, he would occasionally stop and press on a strange looking rock or turn a torch fixture on the wall. Any adult could have told him that such things only happened in movies, that he was being foolish.

Luckily, no one had told him that. Lucky, because he actually found something.

It was an old metal ring set into stone in a lower part of the old castle. Billy had decided that no ring would reveal a secret by pulling down, or it would give up it's secrets every time it was used. So he tried turning it. Nothing. He tried pulling and pushing it. Nothing. Finally, he tried pushing up.

Click

It nearly scared him out of his wits. He hurriedly looked around to make certain he was alone, then went back to the ring. Pushing it up again did nothing, but when he leaned against the section of the wall it was attached to, it gave way.

The wall swung inward revealing a small room.

Shining his flashlight into the room, Billy saw a number of old books (in German, of course) and a small, dusty glass case. The books didn't interest him much, as he couldn't read them. The case, however, had an odd looking amulet and chain inside it.

He lifted the cover off and took it out. It was a solid iron circle, with four triangles jutting out at the top, bottom and sides, with a pentagram etched in the center.

As he was studying it, a voice sounded in his head. It obviously wasn't his own, since it forced out his other thoughts to make itself heard.

"Who are you?"

Billy literally fell backward with surprise and shock. He dropped the amulet and scrambled back a few feet.

"You are blood of my master, or you could not have awakened me. Is my master dead? Who are you?"

The voice was clearer now and less intrusive.

"I"m Billy," he said aloud, his voice cracking slightly. "Who... what are you?"

"I am the servant of my master and those of his blood. Is my master dead?"

"Who's your master?"

"My Master..."

The voice paused, unsure how much to reveal.

"I was... created by Wilhelm Wagner, ruler of these lands."

"Wow. What are you really? I mean, are you really the amulet or are you trapped inside there somehow? Are you a genie or a ghost or something?" Billy crawled forward, examining the amulet without touching it.

This is but a child, the voice thought to itself. It knows nothing of me. If I wish to avoid the nothingness again, I must not frighten him.

"I am the power of the amulet," said the demon. It was unable to lie to one of Billy's blood, but deception by implication or omission was entirely different.

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

"Yeah, I guess so. I kinda remember Mom saying there was a Baron or something called Wilhelm a few hundred years ago who built the castle. He was a famous warrior or something."

"So my master is dead, and I have lain unused for hundreds of years."

The demon paused, considering. The boy was of the blood, but young and inexperienced... corruptible.

"Will you be my new master?"

"Uh, sure. I guess I can be. What can you do?" Billy's mind was flooded with thoughts of genies and magical wishes.

"I know the thoughts of others and can control them, unless they are dedicated to another of greater power."

"Okay." Billy was somehow disappointed. He had grown up on stories of genies and elves granting wishes. But he couldn't wish up a palace or even an ice cream cone. Still, there was a lot he could do. He could read his teachers" minds and find out the answers to tests. He could find out whether a girl liked him enough to go out with him. He could make all the schoolyard bets he wanted and use the amulet to help him win (or rather, make his opponents lose). He could use it to be a government agent and interrogate spies. Or he could be a spy himself and make sure no one ever suspected him. He could... Hmmm. Maybe it wasn't that much of a let-down after all.

"So, like, how do I use you?"

"Wear me about your neck and I will respond directly to your thoughts. You may command me to perform a task or ask for my advice, and it will be done."

"Is this one of those three-wishes deals, or can I use you as many times as I want?"

"So long as I am in your possession, I will obey you for as long as you live. If I am taken from you by one of your blood, I must obey them as long as I am in their possession. If I am taken from you by one not of your blood, they will die upon learning my true nature."

"Cool. But does that mean that, for instance, my Mom or sister could use you too."

"Of course not. I can only be used by men."

What kind of fool was this boy... or rather, what kind of world did this boy grow up in, that he would even consider a woman being allowed to wield power? Well, he would know what strangeness this world held as soon as the boy picked him up and the demon could search his mind. (He could not affect the boy's mind as he could the minds of others, but reading it was no problem.)

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

Billy hadn't taken the amulet off except for when he had to walk through the metal detectors at the airport. The amulet had said it could make the guards ignore any alarms, but Billy didn't want to take that chance.

On the other hand, he had been forced to tell the amulet to make Mom and Cindy (his sister) ignore the amulet. He didn't like forcibly changing their minds like that, but he wasn't about to let anyone know what he had... except maybe Chris, his best friend. He hadn't decided yet.

They arrived home just a couple days before school started up again. The first thing he did was get together with Chris.

As they lazed around Chris's room, surrounded by comics and various action figures, Billy popped the question.

"What would you do if you could read minds?"

"Telepathy? Yeah, right. You"ve been reading too many of your Mom's gossip magazines."

"No, really. What would you do?"

"Well, I"d ace all my tests. Take all the answers out of my teachers" minds."

"I already thought of that. I mean in general. What would you do with your life?"

"I dunno. Maybe I"d be a spy, except there's not really anyone good left to spy on. I could read the minds of a bunch of stock brokers and company presidents and make a lot of money on the stock market."

"Yeah. But what about right now. And what if you could control minds too?"

"Well, as long as we"re dreaming, I"d take over the world." Chris paused. "Naw. It"d be too much trouble. I"d probably just take over a city or state. You know, that way I can still do anything I want, but I don't have to worry about the problems of the whole world."

"You sure do think big. Me, I don't really want to own a whole state or anything."

"Maybe you"re right. What's the point in owning something if you can just take anything you need."

"But that would be stealing."

By now, the demon was practically frothing at the mouth (figuratively speaking) to enter the conversation, but he had been ordered not to 'speak" to Billy until he left Chris" house. How was he to corrupt the boy if he couldn't offer suggestions on an occasion such as this.

Then inspiration struck (which is rare for demons). His orders prevented him from communicating directly with Billy, but Billy had said nothing about indirect communication... he carefully reached out to Chris" mind...

"No it wouldn't. Look, it can only be stealing if whoever you take it from presses charges. And you could make it so they won't."

"But it would still be stealing."

"Not if you made them want to give it to you. In fact, you might be doing them a favor. You know how some people like to give stuff away so they can get tax breaks? They could probably just write off anything they give you on their taxes."

"Well, maybe. I"ll have to think about it."

"You could also get any girl you want. Wouldn't it be neat to see Amy Pressman naked? If we could control her mind, we could make her strip for us."

"That would be mean. She"d hate us, even if she couldn't do anything about it."

"Sometimes it's fun to be mean." Whoops, thought the demon. That might be a little much at the moment. Corruption needs to progress in small steps or it will be recognized and avoided. "Anyway, we could make her forget about it, so we"d be the only ones who knew. Or we could make her fall in love with us so she"d want to do it."

"I dunno. I"ll have to think about it."

At the point, the demon could see the seeds had been successfully planted in Billy's mind and had started to take root. Billy was seriously ready to consider his options. The demon quietly withdrew from Chris" mind.

"Hey, man," said Chris finally once again in control of his own thoughts (though he was never aware that he hadn't been), "You"re talking about this like you could actually do it. You"re not a comic book mutant you know."

They spent the rest of the afternoon playing Sega. Unfortunately, though fascinated by them, the Demon was unable to affect video games, so Billy ended up losing most of the time.

That night, Billy dreamed a very vivid, demonically-inspired, dream.

Amy Pressman was in her cheerleader's uniform. Her long smooth legs led up to a short skirt which flew up whenever she spun around. Her tight top showed off her large breasts ( well, large for a 14 year old ), with nipples erect and visibly poking through the tightly stretched top.

She was in the middle of one of her sexier routines, in the center of the gym. The gym was empty but Billy could hear all the other students like they were a cheering section in the stands. Whenever she shook her chest, rolled her hips seductively or did the splits, the cheers increased.

She seemed to notice the cheers as well and started responding to them, giving them more of what they wanted. In fact, she started stripping. First to go were her pompoms, quickly followed by her skirt and top.

Dressed only in her panties and sports bra, she danced her way up to Billy. The crowd going wild, he reached out and unsnapped her bra. It fell to the floor, and Amy turned around, giving Billy his first view of her breasts. Her pink nipples stood out proudly and stiffly at the tops of two lovely white hills. Gyrating her hips and shoulders slightly, she motioned Billy closer and cupped her breasts as if offering them for his inspection. He reached out and touched a nipple. She shuddered and moved closer to him, begging for more contact.

Reaching out with both hands, he cupped both breasts, grasping the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Squeezing and rolling them slightly, her head started thrashing wildly.

Her long red hair now covered most of her face, but her eyes burned through staring at Billy with undisguised lust.

Her hands grasped his and guided them down to her panties. With a strength and violence that surprised him, Billy tore them off. Nearly deafened by the cheering, he knelt and examined her pussy. Hmmm. Her hair, sparse though it was, was definitely brown. She wasn't a natural red-head! Billy paused to wonder how he knew that cunt hair indicated natural color, but the moment passed. He ran his fingers through the small wisps of hair, letting his fingertips slide up and down her crack below.

She pushed him aside and grabbed a baton from somewhere. She was never very good at twirling, but that wasn't why she wanted it. She placed the small end of the baton at the entrance to her cunt and braced the other end against the ground. Then, looking straight at Billy, she started to sit down, slowly pushing the baton up into her tight virgin pussy, moaning in ecstasy, then screaming his name...

Billy woke up with a start to find his cock spurting out cum. He quickly grabbed some Kleenex from his bedside table and wiped himself off. Sneaking to the bathroom, he flushed the tissues and wiped himself down with a rag.

Back in bed, he was able to consider his dream. He had to make it come true. He would use the amulet to make her love him, then make her forget about anything they did together.

The demon was angry with himself. True, he had completed the first real step in his seduction of Billy, but he had given something away. Billy barely knew that girls had pubic hair. Of course he wouldn't know about cunt hair revealing a girl's natural hair color. The demon hadn't thought about that when he examined Amy's mind from afar. Stupid! If Billy saw that Amy's pubic hair matched his dream, he might realize something strange had happened.

The next day was the first day of school. Since it was a small town, all 12 grades were in the same building. Billy was just starting seventh grade, which meant that he had to change classrooms for different subjects (a first for him). But his mind wasn't on classes (not that anything of import was presented on the first day).

He couldn't get his mind off of Amy Pressman. Two grades ahead of him. Already dating. A year away from a learner's permit.

But she wasn't in any of his classes! Arrrgghhh!

How could he tell her to meet him after school if he couldn't find her. Maybe...

"Amulet?" he subvocalized.

"Yes, Master?"

"Could you find Amy for me?"

"Yes, Master. But if you wish, I can simply compel her to meet you wherever you wish right now. I do not need to be physically near her."

"Really? Okay. Have her meet me... Can you make the coach keep the baseball locker room unlocked and empty after school?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then do that and have Amy meet me there after school gets out. But don't let anyone miss her or go looking for her."

"It is done."

A couple hours later, the final bell rang. Classes quickly emptied as students hurried to their lockers. Then the hallways emptied as they loaded onto buses and into cars.

Billy felt like a thief or criminal as he snuck to the boys locker room. Seeing the vice-principal walk by carrying a ring of keys, Billy quickly had the Amulet make sure he could get out of the building later.

Opening the door to the locker room, he saw a lone figure standing in the middle of the dark room. Turning on the lights, he saw Amy, turning to greet him, a blank expression in her eyes.

"Amulet..." Billy paused. "Do you have a name? I mean, I"m getting tired calling you amulet all the time."

The demon considered. His kind usually had many names. He himself had been called by over 20 different names in different languages and cultures. He chose an ancient Babylonian name, which seemed the least threatening. "At one time, I was known as Marduk."

"Mardook, huh? How about if I just call you Mar?"

"As you wish, Master."

Billy turned his attention back to Amy. "Mar, could you make her, you know... more lifelike and not such a zombie."

"Would it be sufficient to make her a loving slave?" This was a specialty he had cultivated under Wilhelm.

"Uh, yeah. I guess so. Just so long as she doesn't remember anything afterwards."

"As you wish."

Amy suddenly came to life. She was a bit startled and looked around, confused. Then she saw Billy, and her face lit up.

"Master!" she practically squealed in delight.

She rushed over to Billy and knelt down, grabbing his hand and holding it to her cheek. She wouldn't raise her eyes above his waist and was practically purring as she rubbed her cheek against his palm.

Extremely confused, Billy just stood there. "What did you do to her, Mar?"

"She is now a simple being. Her greatest pleasure will come from pleasing you."

Billy hesitantly reached over and lightly stroked Amy's beautiful, long hair. Amy responded warmly, with a purring "Mmmmmmmm."

He gently tilted her head up and pulled her to her feet.

"Amy?"

"Yes, Master?"

"What... what would you like to do?"

"I want to make you happy, Master."

"What would you like to do to make me happy?"

She looked momentarily confused. Mar quickly read through the hesitation in Billy's mind and sent appropriate instructions to Amy.

"I... If you please, Master, would you like me to take off my clothes?"

"I... uh... yeah, I guess so."

"Thank you, Master," she twittered.

Taking a reluctant step back, temporarily away from her Master's touch, Amy started to disrobe. Deciding to make a little show of it, she slowly pulled off her dark T-shirt, wiggling slightly, giving Billy the first come-on look of his life.

Billy was slightly stunned. He had seen a few naked women in old Playboys in Chris" basement, but they weren't real. They were just pictures, pieces of colored paper. Amy was flesh and blood. Amy was real. Amy was beautiful. Amy was his.

A small bra covered her young tits. They jiggled slightly as she bent over to pull down her jeans and remove her socks. She tossed the jeans and socks on top of her shirt.

Amy shyly looked up at her Master, hoping he liked her, praying he liked her. His attention was completely focused on her. She shuddered. If he didn't like her...

Trembling, she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. Slowly, she let it drop to the floor. Without looking at her Master, fearful of his rejection, she quickly dropped her panties to the floor and stepped out of them.

She held her hands over her crotch in embarrassment. For some reason, she had felt compelled to shave her pubic area this morning. Not knowing whether her Master liked hair or bare skin, she was scared he would reject her.

Without looking up, she felt Billy move closer to her.

"Amy? May I...?" He reached out his hand to her.

He was coming to her?! Her Master liked her! "Oh, Master, please!!! I am completely yours."

His hand slowly reached out to her left breast. As he touched her, a warm feeling slowly spread through her. Her Master was touching her. Her Master...

Billy was both scared stiff and excited beyond belief. A beautiful girl was not only letting him touch her, she was begging for it.

He felt her small soft breasts carefully, lightly fingering her nipples, sending spasms of joy and lust through her young body. With one hand, he cupped her left breast as if weighing it. Her young tit was the perfect size to fit in the palm of his cupped hand, with her nipple drilling it's way into his palm. With his other hand, he lifted her chin so that he could look her in the eye.

"Amy, do you know what French kissing is?"

"Yes, Master. I did it once with... with someone else."

"I don't know what it is. Well, I"ve heard about it, but I don't really know much about it. Would you show me?" Which was true. He had heard it mentioned and knew it had something to do with open-mouth kissing, but that was it.

"Yes, Master," she said excitedly.

She moved to him, caressing his face. Opening her mouth slightly and tilting her head, she brought her lips to his, gently prying his lips open with her tongue. He felt her tongue searching his mouth, playing with his tongue, encircling it, exploring his mouth. It was weird, but it was really beginning to turn him on. Just as he started to get into it, he had to break off to breathe.

"Was that all right, Master?"

"That was great, but how do you hold your breath so long?"

"I breathe through my nose, Master."

Duuhhh. Billy felt like an idiot. "Mar, don't let her remember that," he quickly instructed. An easy way to avoid embarrassment.

"She has forgotten already."

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

"I once let a guy lick my slit, and I once let a guy stick his... his thing in my mouth. He came all over my dress, and I never did it for him again."

Billy was suddenly extremely nervous.

He took a small step back and looked at his iron-hard dick bulging under his pants. Maybe... Should he make her suck it?

His eyes wandered to her bare slit. She had been covering it before and his eyes had been glued to her tits, but he had thought...

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

Amy turned a deep red. "I shaved it off. Please don't hate me!" She was suddenly crying in great, heaving sobs. "I don't know why I did it, I just... I just..."

He moved closer and held her shoulders. "Amy, it looks beautiful. You look beautiful. It's just that I"ve never done anything like this before, so I"m still learning. Okay?"

She sniffled a little. "You mean... I"m your first? Oh, Master!" She threw her arms around him shoving her tongue into his mouth again, drawing his tongue into her mouth. He hesitantly put his arms around her back. Her skin was so smooth. Dropping his hands, he caressed her smooth, round, perfect ass.

Amy had decided that she was going to be his first for everything. Her Master was everything to her. Her job was be everything to him. And she could still give him the most special sexual gift any woman could give a man... her maidenhead. But in the back of her mind, she knew he might release her before she could give it to him. And that was unacceptable.

She gently broke off the kiss.

"What's the matter?"

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

He froze, staring at her. His hands, no longer caressing her. His eyes open in shock, but obviously considering the offer.

She tentatively reached for his shirt, and, when he made no move to stop her, lifted it over his head, tossing it to the side.

Amy kissed his mouth, no tongue, and slowly slid down his body, worshipping it with kisses as she went. His chin, his neck, his chest. (She never even noticed the Amulet, but nonetheless avoided it -- an interesting trick.) She paused to slowly suck at his nipples. He shivered, not knowing whether he liked it or not. Her tongue left a trail of moisture down to his navel, where she paused to tongue it thoroughly. Once again, he shivered. She moved on down with her tongue while her hands worked at his belt.

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

At this point, she lowered his jeans and underwear, reaching his penis with her tongue. Her long slow lick up the underside of his dick effectively silenced him.

As she went slowly, tantalizingly up the length of his 5" boycock, she found she no longer found fellatio disgusting. She actually found herself wishing to taste the milk from her Master's penis. His semen was the most intimate gift he could give her. How could it ever be disgusting? Then again, the first time she had done this, it hadn't been her Master's cum. How could anyone else's penis ever compare to her Master's?

She gently engulfed his cock, taking about 2/3 of it into her mouth, suckling at it like it was her mother's tit. She swirled her tongue around the head, dipping the tip into his urethra. Her hands came up, caressing his testicles gently.

She felt his hands come up to her hair, running his fingers through it, caressing her face.

"Amy, I think I"m going to come. You better take it out if you don't want it to... uh... come in your mouth."

She reached around, grabbing his tight beautiful ass, holding him closer, determined to drink his come.

"Amy! I"m about to..."

She felt his testicle sack tighten slightly, and suddenly, her mouth was filling with her Master's delicious cum. She hurriedly drank it down, determined not to waste a drop. Licking her lips, then moving on to his cock, making sure it was clean and empty.

Billy couldn't believe it. Amy Pressman, one of the prettiest girls he knew, just gave him a blow job and swallowed his cum!

As a bit of a delayed reaction, his knees started to buckle. He backed up a couple feet against the lockers, pulling his cock from Amy's lovely lips and slid down to the floor. Amy crawled over to him and took his cock into her warm, wet mouth again. As she sucked, trying desperately to keep him hard, her hands wandered down to his shoes, pulling them off, followed by his jeans and underwear which had been bunched at his ankles.

Billy couldn't believe that Amy wanted more. But as he looked at her beautiful, young, slim figure, bald pink cunt and pert little nipples, he found that he wanted more too.

But still, if he did... IT... with her, she would lose her virginity. And whether she would remember this or not, she would know that she had lost it. It wouldn't be fair to her.

But her mouth felt sooooo gooood.

"Amy," Billy gasped out, "right now... you don't care... but tomorrow... you"ll be upset... you won't have... your virginity... it should be... up to you... not..." Oh, God, that felt good!

"I can't... make you do it..."

Somewhere, in the deep recesses of Amy's mind, she understood that she was under his control. But that didn't matter. She couldn't imagine herself feeling any different even if she wasn't under his influence.

She took his penis from her mouth to speak to him, punctuating her statements with little kisses. "Master, let it be my choice. I cannot imagine not choosing to make love to you, whether I am your slave or not. Let me give myself to you. Let me love you."

Billy almost lost control then. Almost gave in and gave her what she wanted. But he still couldn't shake the feeling that the only reason she could possibly want him was the Amulet.

"Mar, did she love me... would she have loved me without your influence."

The Demon paused, considering. His answer must be true, but must also lead Billy to fuck the little wench. "Master William, I cannot know the future. I cannot know what might have been. But I do know that there was a chance, perhaps a good chance, that she would have loved you."

The Demon chuckled to himself. In his condition, Billy would easily believe it to be true. And there was indeed a chance. Of course, there was also a chance he would have married the Queen of England (just not a very good one).

As the Demon expected, it was enough to push Billy over the edge.

Billy lifted Amy's head to his face, looking deep in her beautiful blue eyes. "Amy, I will be happy to make love to you."

He looked around. The cold, locker room floor was hardly conducive to intercourse, but they had no where else to go. Or did they?

"Mar, is the building empty yet?"

The Demon scanned the building, finding only a couple janitors emptying trash and straightening desks. "Only cleaning servants remain. If you wish, I can easily guard you from their attention."

"Thanks."

"Amy, let's get our clothes." Her face fell, but she listened. "This isn't a very good place to... do it. The building is pretty much empty, and I"ll keep us safe. I thought we could move to the nurse's room or an office with a couch."

Amy's face lit up, and with a little squeal of glee, she hurriedly piled up both their clothes in her arms.

They cautiously made their way through the dark and empty school, Billy leading the way, Amy following with eyes properly downcast. It felt weird, walking around those familiar halls in the nude, but Amy trusted her Master implicitly, and Billy was doing his best to live up to Amy's image of him.

Soon, they reached the administrative offices. Hard chairs, a desk and coffee tables in the secretary's office. Padded chairs, desk and nicer coffee table in the vice-principal's office. Nicer chairs, nicer desk, no coffee tables in the principal's office. Damn.

As they started going to the nurse's station, with it's uncomfortable but padded table, they passed the conference room. With a large leather covered table! (The conference room was actually nicer than the offices!)

"Here," Billy said, pulling Amy into the conference room. He took the clothes from her arms and dumped them on the floor. Placing his hands on her bare hips, feeling a little shiver run across her skin, he lifted her onto the table.

Letting his eyes run down her body, followed by his hands, he realized that he hadn't really seen her bare pussy yet. He hadn't had much more than a glance. Gently pushing her down on the table and spreading her legs, he knelt to inspect her virgin cunt.

There was a small mound at the joining of her legs, just about the right size to cup with one hand. The mound was split with a small pink line running down the middle. Her cuntlips didn't quite meet, and Billy could barely see another layer of very pink, almost red, flesh inside. He carefully pried the outer lips apart and peered into Amy's most personal and most sensitive fleshly possession. Her inner lips looked like they were lower than the outer; they were slightly smaller and started a bit lower. In fact, there was something odd about where they met at the top. A little bud was coming out of a little sheath. It kinda reminded him of what Chris" uncircumcised penis looked like when it got erect. (They had looked at each other's penises last year because Billy wanted to see one that wasn't circumcised and Chris wanted to see one that was.) But it was a lot smaller. He reached out and touched it, making Amy jump.

Worried that he might have hurt her, Billy looked up at her. Her eyes were closed and her lips formed a silent moan. He touched it again, watching the expressions twist her face. It sure didn't look like he was hurting her.

"What's this little bump here?" Billy asked, lightly stroking it at the same time.

Amy's heavy breathing made it difficult to reply. "It's... ah... ah... it's my cli... my clitoris... oh... thank you, Mas... Mas... Master."

"Clitoris?" Billy wondered aloud, still stroking. "Is that the same as a clit?"

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

He looked back at the little bud. He always thought the clit was supposed to be inside. Or maybe that was the... something spot. That spot that was supposed to drive women wild. Then again, her clit seemed to be doing that job just fine.

Leaving her clit alone for a moment, he carefully pried apart her inner lips, peering inside, trying to see where he was supposed to put his penis. There was a small, tight hole, but there was no way his dick would fit in that. Then again, it was getting pretty wet and slick.

Using his left hand to hold her cunt open, he carefully tried to insert the forefinger of his right hand. It was tight, but it wasn't nearly as hard to stick in as he thought it would be. He got it in to one and a half knuckles, wiggled it around a bit, and left it inside her. Her vagina was so hot and wet. The lips seemed like they were almost trying to suck him inside.

He pulled his finger out and looked at the juices glistening on it. Tentatively, not really sure he wanted to do it, he stuck out his tongue and brought the wet finger to his mouth. Weird. There wasn't really enough to get a good taste, but what he did taste was... well... he wasn't sure.

Billy had heard about cuntlicking. Girls were supposed to like it, but guys sometimes made fun of other guys who were rumored to do it. Well, no one would ever know.

He bent down, holding her vaginal lips apart, tongue extended, ready to lick.

Amy was in heaven.

Her Master was going to make love to her, take her virginity.

But first he was examining her. She prayed he found her acceptable. But his mere touch excited her, making her wet.

His fingers, his stroking was taking her to another world.

Then he stopped.

After a moment, she hazarded a glance down. Her Master was removing a finger from his mouth and moving his face down to her cunt.

"No!" Amy cried horrified, placing restraining hands on her Master's shoulders.

He looked up at her, shocked.

"But I thought women liked to be licked down there."

"I... I..."

Amy paused to think. True, she had liked it when... that other boy... had licked her. It had felt weird, but good.

But ever since her Master had taken her as his, cuntlicking seemed... demeaning. It was below Him. She didn't know why, but it was wrong for her Master to dirty Himself by licking her down there.

Billy was slightly confused and saw similar confusion on Amy's face. Why would she be confused? Maybe... "Mar, did you do that?"

Mar looked into Billy's mind. Billy was just curious. He didn't think of cuntlicking as demeaning as Wilhelm had. Wilhelm had detested the very thought of licking a woman's nether lips. And so Marduk had worked it into his basic slave programming, which he had, of course, applied to Amy. Mar, of course, had strongly approved of Wilhelm's dislike. Women were not to be given pleasure; they were to give pleasure.

"My previous master did not like it and so instructed me to make his women dislike it. As I had no opposing instructions, I simply continued with what I had been told to do." The truth, but the truth presented as if Mar was no more than a machine to be programmed.

"Well, don't do that anymore. And make it so Amy will let me... do it."

"As you wish, master." If he was lucky, this would be no more than a minor setback.

Once again, Billy moved down toward Amy's cunt. Glancing up at her face, he saw some confusion, but she made no move to stop him.

She quivered as his tongue met her inner lips, starting at the bottom and slowly dragging itself up to her clit, which now stood out, proudly and prominently.

She still tasted weird, but... to be honest, Billy didn't care for the taste one way or the other -- not sweet, not fishy, it didn't fit any of the descriptions he had heard. Still, it got nice reactions from her. He licked her again, this time circling the tip of his tongue around her clit, enjoying her shivers, squeaks and moans. He continued for a minute or two, trying to fit his tongue up her hole.

Well, it was kinda fun licking her, but his cock was bobbing urgently, upset by the lack of attention paid to it.

It was time to fuck.

He stood up and gently moved her all the way onto the table, as if she was on display, her legs splayed out and her arms stretching above her head. Her breasts looked smaller somehow, flattened a bit by her stretching. Still...

Billy crawled up on the table, kneeling between her legs, moving slowly down to take her nipple in his mouth. After a moment of suckling, he moved up to her face, French kissing her sweet little mouth enthusiastically. He felt his cock rubbing her belly and pubic area.

Finally, he reached down to try to insert it into her vagina. Hmmm... he couldn't find her hole. He sat up and spread her cuntlips open. There it was. Holding the lips apart with one hand, he used the other to slowly, carefully guide his rock-hard cock to her cunthole.

The head of his dick slipped inside as he applied pressure.

"Ohhhh, Master."

Billy echoed her sentiments. He held still for a moment, just feeling the incredible sensations of her burning hot, sopping wet, tight cunt.

Slowly at first, then increasing in speed, he pushed his cock into her, violating her depths half an inch at a time. After of minute of shallow fucking, slowly getting deeper and deeper, he felt his cock come up against and break through a small bit of resistance.

Amy jumped slightly and her face screwed up in pain, but it didn't last. Billy held still, looking with concern at Amy. But she opened her eyes and gave her Master a wide smile. Little tears dripped from the corners of her eyes as she thanked him from the bottom of her enslaved heart.

Billy kissed her gently and started fucking again. A few strokes later, he was fully inside her, his sparse pubic hair rubbing against her bare mound.

His pounding gradually got more and more urgent as Billy got closer and closer to ejaculation. Amy noticed this and tried to catch up, so that she could orgasm with her Master. The pain of losing her maidenhead had made her "drop behind."

Finally, Billy thrust into her and held himself frozen for a moment, shooting his seed into her depths. Amy, upon sensing her Master's climax and the ejaculation of her Master's holy seed, immediately had a mind-shattering orgasm.

Billy drew back and pounded into her a few more times, spurting semen, before collapsing on top of her. Afraid he might hurt her, he rolled off to the side, reluctantly pulling his cock out of her cunt with a wet pop.

Amy had nearly passed out from pleasure, but was slowly working her way back to earth.

"Thank you, Master," she whispered.

They lay still, basking in the moment for another five or ten minutes.

Finally Billy, feeling a bit drained, got off the table and went over to his clothes. He was about to put on his underwear when he realized that his cock was still dripping wet. Looking around, he spotted a small stack of napkins by a coffee machine. He wiped himself off and tossed the napkins in the trash.

After he pulled on his underwear and socks, he looked over to where Amy was, sprawled out lazily on the table, watching him.

"Come on. It's time to get dressed."

"Yes, Master." She reluctantly got up and walked over to her clothes, wagging her hips seductively. He actually felt stirrings in his cock as he watched her. But he had already come twice within an hour or so. He didn't want to press his luck.

Billy watched Amy clean herself up with the napkins... well, she cleaned up the outside. She left his cum deep in her cunt, shivering at the thought that she might bear her Master's child. (True, she knew that pregnancy was unlikely at this point in her cycle, but she could still wish for it.)

Billy finished dressing, then turned to face Amy, who was pulling on her T-shirt.

"Amy, I"m going to have to turn you back like you were now..."

"NO!!!!," Amy nearly screamed. "Don't take me away from you." Suddenly her eyes were fully of tears, and she was on her knees beside him looking up at him.

"But, this isn't really you..."

"I don't care. I want to love you for the rest of my life. Don't make me forget you."

Oboy. Billy wasn't prepared for anything like this, and the buzz from his orgasm was still clouding his thoughts.

"Okay, okay. I"ll... see what I can do." Amy, tears still streaming down her face, nuzzled her cheek into his palm.

"Uh, Mar, can you... uh, make her so she acts normal but remembers all this and stays in love with me like this?"

"Yes, Master William. She will act just as she always did, but she will remain your... love slave in her heart." The demon was pleased. True, the young bitch wasn't yet in her true place, but Billy was going to keep her a slave in secret. A definite step in the right direction.

"Okay, thanks."

"Okay, Amy. Come on. Just don't tell anyone about us, all right?"

"Thank you, Master. I shall remain silent for as long as you wish."

She stood up and took his hand in hers. As they walked out, Billy glanced at the clock above the lockers. Damn! He was supposed to be home an hour and a half ago. At least they both lived within walking distance.

Billy kissed Amy good-bye, promising to see her tomorrow.

Billy practically ran home. Aside from being worried, Mom would be hopping mad. She once reddened his ass for being half an hour late, even though he had been over at Chris". The only valid excuse for being late without clearing it with her first was being in the hospital. (Mom had read too many child-kidnapping stories, or so Billy claimed behind her back.)

He walked in the front door, panting slightly, exactly 1 hour and 45 minutes late. Mom came out of the kitchen, wooden spoon in hand, giving Billy a withering glare.

"And where have you been, young man?"

"I... I walked home with a new friend."

"And why didn't you at least call from this new friend's house?"

"I... I... I didn't think..."

"Exactly. You didn't think. Maybe I can stimulate your brain through your rear end."

Before Billy really realized it had happened, Mom had grabbed him, sat down, pulled him over her knees and pulled down his pants exposing his naked butt.

"Stop! Mom, wait!"

Surprisingly, she did exactly that, wooden spoon raised in the air. In fact, she did more than stop, she froze, like a statue.

Billy craned his neck back and peered at her in surprise. Then it dawned on him. "Mar! Did you stop her?"

"Isn't that what you wished, Master?"

"Uh, yeah, of course." Duh! How dumb could he be. Billy couldn't believe he had forgotten about the amulet. Apparently even a magic amulet wasn't enough to overcome a lifetime of parental training.

He stood up, pulling up his underwear and jeans, looking at his Mother, frozen in place.

The Demon saw this as such a perfect opportunity that he couldn't resist, even if it was ahead of schedule. "Master, do you wish to punish her?"

"What?" Oops, that was out loud. "What do you mean?"

"Usually, when someone presumes to command or assault my Master, the offending party must be punished. May I suggest that you do to her what she would have done to you?"

"Spank my Mom?" Whoa. The idea was so foreign that it took a minute to digest. After all, she was his Mom. Still... he thought of all the times he had been spanked, all the times he didn't deserve it (as far as he was concerned anyway). It might be neat...

"Where's my sister?"

"She is at a friend's. According to your Mother's thoughts, she will not return until dinnertime."

"Okay. Let's do it."

"Mom, give me the spoon." In a daze, she handed it over to her son.

Billy sat down on the couch and motioned Mom to come over. She dropped to her knees and moved over to Billy, her head hung in shame. She crawled onto his lap, laying her head on the cushion beside him, her bottom centered on his legs.

Billy paused as he raised the spoon. Something was wrong. Oh yeah. "Up," he commanded. "Take off your pants."

Billy was very nervous, but also very excited. Here was his chance to pay her back for all the butt-poundings he had received from her. It wasn't until he looked down at his Mother's panty- clad asscheeks that others feelings stirred... more disturbing feelings.

"Uh, Mom, you need to take off..." He left the sentence hanging, unsure if he wanted to finish it.

Unfortunately for Billy, the demon knew his thoughts. His Mother, still on his lap, wiggled and pulled off her panties, leaving her naked from her waist to her socks. (Her shoes had come off earlier, he wasn't sure when.)

As she settled back down on Billy's lap, he couldn't help but compare her to Amy. Amy's ass was small and tight, more like a boy's. It was just beginning to show a hint of a woman's full behind. But his Mom's butt was full and lush, with lots of flesh. He wouldn't call it fat or heavy, just bigger than Amy's. Her thighs didn't show the extra cellulite he had seen on other women at the lake; compared to those cows, his Mom was relatively firm and trim.

He couldn't really feel her pubic area through his jeans, and he couldn't feel her up there without being obvious. Then again, with the amulet...

No! he shouted to himself mentally. This is wrong. This is my mother, for God's sake.

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

"I wasn't talking to you, Mar. But why are you doing this to me?"

"I? I cannot go against your wishes, Master. And neither I nor your Mother have shown you anything which hasn't always been there. And as to your feelings, all true men desire women, regardless of who they are. And all true women desire to be possessed by strong men." A smooth comment. Mar felt proud of himself. Let Billy believe that the corruption had always been there. Let him believe that all men felt the same. Don't lie, but lead. Don't falsify, but use your own definitions.

"But.. but..." Billy was confused. By his own, very recent experiences, he knew that women could bring great pleasure. But this wasn't a woman, it was his Mother. And mothers and sons don't... do those sorts of things together. But she was a woman. And she was lying naked on his lap. And...

"If you wish to test your feelings, simply feel her. Touch her and you will know."

Billy laid the wooden spoon down and hesitantly placed his hand on his Mother's left asscheek. He felt a shiver run down her body, and her cheeks clenched slightly under his touch.

It felt so soft, so smooth, so warm. In fact, her entire body seemed to be blushing.

Slowly, he started to stroke her skin, feeling the flesh, running a curious finger along the crease of flesh between her ass and thighs.

She moaned. It was faint, but it was definitely a moan. His Mother was hot for him!

The Demon practically chuckled with glee. He had spoken truly when he said he couldn't go against his Master's wishes. But in the absence of a direct order, he was free to choose which wishes to follow. In Billy's mind, as in the minds of all humans, a war was constantly being waged between moral ideals and fleshly impulses. It just so happened that the Demon supported the more fleshly wishes and did all he could to bring them to fruition.

And somewhere in Billy's subconscious, somewhere almost unreachable, there were thoughts about his Mother that Billy would never have openly admitted to, wishes to explore his Mother sexually, to replace his dead father in his Mother's bed. Accompanying these formerly inaudible subconscious voices were wishes that his Mother would feel the same way about him as this little, twisted part of Billy felt about her.

Those were the wishes the Demon favored. Because they existed in his Master, he was able to work upon his Master's Mother to make those wishes come true. That was why his Mother now desired to be used by her son, used sexually, degraded and humiliated by her male progeny so that her son could receive pleasure.

Billy, of course, was unaware of any of this. The thought that Mar had altered his Mother had passed briefly through his mind, only to be rejected -- after all, Mar needed orders to do things like that.

So the fact that his Mother was being sexually aroused by his touch remained.

The question was, Should he do anything about it?

He knew that it was supposed to be wrong. But he could make it so no one would ever know. That didn't make it right, but... On the other hand, wasn't his Mother supposed to always do the right thing? And if he ignored how she obviously felt, wouldn't it be a lot like disobeying her wishes? Yeah. He was just doing what his Mom wanted him to do.

With a newfound resolve, he started feeling her butt with both hands. He slipped one hand between her legs, moving down towards her cunt.

Unlike the recently shorn Amy, Mom had lots and lots of soft hair down there. Everywhere. It was like a little forest, tangled dark brown hair covering everything.

He felt some kind of moisture before he felt her pussylips. At first he was disgusted, thinking she was peeing on him. Then he remembered that women got wet when they got excited. She sure must be excited.

Her cunt felt different than Amy's, bigger, thicker lips, larger clitoris. He slipped a finger inside her sopping wet hole and wiggled it around. Her hole was noticeably bigger than Amy's. Not that it was loose, just bigger. And she was definitely louder, moaning and ohh-ing a lot.

And he was getting hard. He actually had a hard-on for his Mom!

But first... he remembered what he had started out to do.

"Okay, Mom", he said, picking up the spoon. "Here it comes."

WHAP! His first blow landed firmly across both cheeks. They quivered, and the flesh rolled slightly. A bright red stripe appeared where the spoon had landed, with a large splotch where the end of the spoon had hit.

He shifted the spoon in his hand and felt her marked flesh with his fingers. It was slightly warmer than the surrounding flesh, and she flinched when he touched it.

It was so weird, but it was also so exciting.

WHAP! The movements of her flesh were mesmerizing. So beautiful.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

A small cry followed each blow, and her ass slowly turned almost completely red.

He set the spoon down and felt her cherry-red ass. Her skin felt so hot!

And his touch seemed to inspire conflicting sounds, both cries of pain and lust. Wow. Maybe this was why his Mother spanked him so much. If she had as much fun as he was having...

He had to see what it felt like, bare skin against her ass. Leaving the spoon where it lay, he lifted his hand, flattened out his palm and swung.

Slap!

Ouch! That hurt his hand, but just for a second. He placed his tingling palm over the spot where he had hit her. This was much more intimate than the spoon. Forgetting his own pain, he lifted his arm and swung again... Slap!... and again... Slap!... and again...Slap!

Her flesh jiggled under each blow. Her mouth cried out with little "Ohhs" of confused lust.

Billy was distracted by a wet feeling on his thigh. With a slight push, he directed her to turn onto her side, balancing her hip on his knees.

His jeans were stained wet with her pussy juice. The hard- on which had never left him now strained at the confines of his jeans.

He raised his eyes slightly, looking at his Mother's bush for the first time. (Well, the first time since that time he had accidentally walked in on her in the bathroom, but that was two or three years ago. It would be more accurate to say this was his first prolonged look at her nether regions.)

The hair was dark brown, like the shoulder-length locks on her head. It covered her entire pubic region. Maybe that was why she never wore close-cut bathing suits like so many other women. Her bush was so thick it would show in a second if she wore a bikini. He could just imagine the hairs curling out from the sides and top of a tiny bikini bottom.

Because of all the hair, he couldn't really get a good look at her nether lips. Reaching for them, he realized that this was a rather awkward position to examine her intimately.

He had her stand up and gather her clothes. He led her toward the back of the house. Hmmm... which bedroom -- Mom's or his?

He generally wasn't allowed in Mom's, so her bedroom it was. (It made it just a bit more exciting.)

She dumped her clothes in a small basket near the door and laid down on the bed, moaning slightly as her red ass rubbed against the bedcover.

"Wait," Billy croaked out hoarsely. His throat was suddenly very dry. "Your shirt..."

She sat up and unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging it off her shoulders and tossing it aside. Reaching behind her back, she undid the clasp of her bra and likewise threw it aside.

She lay back down, completely nude.

Billy was almost shaking. The events of the day were overwhelming him. His dream. Amy. Now his Mom.

His own Mother, naked on her bed, waiting for him.

Her breasts were huge compared to Amy's. It would take both hands to properly hold one. And her nipples were... well, not huge, but definitely big. The dark skin around the nipple (the arole, or something like that... he made a mental note to look up the names for all these female body parts) was nearly 2 1/2" in diameter. The nipple itself stood out at least half an inch, maybe more. And with Mom lying on her back, her breasts showed no sag. However, they did roll around enticingly as she breathed in and out.

Her legs were long and shapely. Large thighs, but not fat. Smooth skin, no hair. Thin ankles. Small feet. (When did she take off her socks?)

He moved slowly toward her. At the edge of the bed, he slipped off his shoes using his toes.

Spreading her legs, he knelt between them and bent down toward her cunt. Digging through her bush, he spread her cuntlips. Cuntlip... hmmm... Mom would know what her body parts were called.

"Mom, what do you call these?"

"Those are my labia, dear."

"And this is your clit?" Billy asked, fingering her little nub. Well, he already knew what it was, but it was habit to ask questions that made people think he knew more than he actually did.

"Yes, dear," she panted.

Mom's labia were a lot thicker than Amy's, but they were spread out more, showing her inner lips... uh, labia. She was also very wet, very ready for him.

He left a finger inside her and moved his attention to her breasts. Wiggling one finger in her cunt, he moved his left hand to her left nipple.

"This is your nipple, right? But what is this skin around it called?" He traced his finger around her nipple as he spoke, which, along with his still-wiggling finger in her cunt, caused little spasms and quivers throughout her body.

"Oh, yes... Yes... that's my nipple... oh... and the dark skin around it is... oh... the areole. Most people consider it to be part of the nipple. Oh... Billy!!"

He leaned down and took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, briefly regressing to infancy as he suckled from his Mother's teat. It felt so good.

Apparently, Mom agreed, as her nipples stood up firm and stiff.

After a moment, he moved his mouth over to her other breast, removing his hand from her cunt and moving it up to the breast he had just left.

For a few minutes, he just laid there on top of her, sucking one nipple while teasing the other. It was wonderful.

But eventually, her little moans reminded him that there was more he could do. He looked up at her face. Beautiful brown eyes. Small nose. Smooth skin. Almost no makeup. Full lips.

He moved up, but hesitated. Kissing her like this seemed much more intimate than anything else he had done so far. But as he stared at her lips, his reverie was broken by her tongue, snaking out briefly to wet her lips, with a little wag of invitation before darting back into her mouth.

He moved down slowly, turning his head slightly to avoid bumping noses.

Contact. Her lips opened, her tongue forcing its way into her son's mouth, running along his teeth, circling his tongue and drawing it into her mouth, where he explored to his heart's... well, his libido's content. (And he remembered to breathe through his nose.)

Billy was lost. He knew that this was so perverted... French kissing his own Mother... but he didn't care.

Trying not to break the kiss, he hurriedly pulled off his pants and underwear. Briefly breaking the kiss, they both quickly pulled off his shirt, leaving him naked except for his socks, which neither of them noticed.

His penis was so hard it hurt as it throbbed against his Mother's belly.

She reached down, grasping it with both hands, guiding it into her depths. There was no shallow fucking, as with Amy. He buried himself in her cunt with a single thrust.

Her cunt wasn't as tight as Amy's, but it was a lot hotter and wetter. And more significant. He was literally returning to the womb... his actual Mother's womb.

If he hadn't already come twice in the past couple hours, he would have shot his load within a few seconds. As it was, he lasted for close to half an hour. Half an hour of pumping, grunting, moaning, sweating, and unbelievable sensations. Half an hour of seeing his Mother writhe in ecstasy beneath him. Half an hour of incestuous sex.

When he finally exploded inside her, after she had already orgasmed at least four times, he simply collapsed onto her.

Lying there, feeling her naked body molded to his, the outside world shut out, his penis slowly softening inside his Mother's cunt... this was a moment, a feeling he would never, could never forget.

After relaxing for a while, they showered together, his Mother kneeling next to him in the stall, lovingly caressing each part of him as she cleaned him.

They dried each other and got dressed. (Billy had to get a clean pair of jeans from his room since his previous pair had a noticeable stain of his Mother's juices.)

Billy, tired from the day's exertions, took a brief nap while his Mother made dinner.

Cindy, his sister, got home about 5:50 and they ate about 6:00. Homemade pizza! His favorite (except for spaghetti, but Mom didn't have time to cook a good sauce).

Both Billy and his Mother tried to act normal, doing their best not to let Sis know anything was different. As it was, Sis didn't really notice anything; she was too busy talking nonstop about school and her new friend. And after dinner, she plopped herself down in front of Beverly Hills 90210. Billy prided himself on the fact that he had never watched it. (Melrose Place... well that was different.) Instead of TV, he went to his bedroom, instructing Mar to have his Mom meet him there in a few minutes.

When Mom finally showed up, they just laid down on the bed together. He put his hand in her bra, cupping her breast, and laid back, snuggling.

They lay like that, his head resting on her shoulder, for at least an hour, the events of the day sinking in. And after all, what can you do after a day like this that isn't anti-climactic?

When it was time for Mom to send Cindy to take a bath before bed, he followed Mom to the living room and bathroom. Although he didn't stay long enough to see Cindy naked, he did see her in her little panties and T-shirt. Cindy was only two years younger than himself, and Billy had never thought of her sexually. But seeing her tight little panties and her little nipples poking against the T-shirt aroused him. Not enough for a hard-on; he was too drained, mentally, physically and emotionally, for that. But it peaked his interest and imagination.

But he did nothing about it. Not tonight.

After Cindy went to bed, he went into his Mother's bedroom. Although this was earlier than they usually went to bed, they were both somewhat tired. With the bedroom door closed and a chair blocking it (there was no lock), he and his Mother stripped and crawled into bed. He pulled the covers over them and, with his Mother holding his head to her breast, they fell asleep.

Billy woke up the next morning to a warm, wet mouth covering his hardening cock. Mom's teasing tongue and warm mouth were such a wonderful way to wake up that he wished it would be like that every morning. (And the Demon took note, adding it to Mom's programming.)

Now that Billy was awake and erect, Mom climbed on top of him, slowly lowering herself onto his erection. She gave a small sigh when it was completely inside her, purring like a cat. Moving slowly and lazily, she fucked her son for nearly twenty minutes until they both orgasmed.

Over the next few days, Billy fell into a routine: Mom woke him up with her oral attentions and gave him a quick morning fuck before school; Amy met him after classes and they enjoyed a fuck or two; and he made love to Mom just before bed (they now slept together every night).

He hadn't gone so far as to bring Amy home to meet Mom. So far as he knew, he had only used the Amulet on Mom in minor ways (like no more spanking... well, he would occasionally spank her, but she no longer spanked him), and he didn't know how she would react to a girlfriend.

Cindy, his sister, was unaware that anything strange was going on. And since she had shown no sexual interest in Billy, he didn't try to force it on her.

But subconsciously, he was becoming increasingly aware of his sister as a desirable, if young, female.

This greatly troubled the Demon. He couldn't act on such desires without alerting Billy to the fact that he had been doing just that. He couldn't think of anything to push Billy into enslaving his sister consciously. And if Cindy suddenly started wanting Billy sexually, Billy would become suspicious and question Mar directly.

So the Demon did the only thing he could think of... he went to an outside source of inspiration. One of Billy's neighbors was a collector of erotica. In his spare time, the Demon searched his memories of incestuous erotica.

Finally, he found the answer.

Aaahh. Saturday morning. Billy stretched out, enjoying the warm, wet feelings engulfing his cock.

No school today. Maybe Cindy would spend the day at a friend's house, leaving him alone with Mom. If not, he could always meet Amy somewhere.

Mom's mouth left his cock, and he felt the cool air biting at it briefly until she dropped her hot cunt onto it, warming it back up. She was so beautiful this morning. Her hair was a bit wild, but he liked it that way.

She had just started to move up and down on his prick when disaster struck.

"What are you guys doin"?"

His sister was standing in door in her little nightie, staring at the scene in front of her with great curiosity.

"Ummm, ahhh, Cindy..." Billy hurriedly pushed Mom off and grabbed the nearby sheets, trying to cover himself.

Meanwhile, Mom sat up, unconcerned by her nudity, and stretched a hand out to Cindy. "Come here, Cindy."

Billy was a bit too shocked to speak as his sister walked curiously over and took her Mother's hand.

Mom pulled her onto the bed. "Billy and I have been having sex. Would you like to learn? I"m sure Billy would love to teach you."

"Mom..." Billy croaked out, staring at Cindy.

Cindy stared back, intensely curious. "Really?" Turning to Mom, she inquired, "What's it like? Does it hurt?"

"It might hurt the first time, but after that it feels wonderful. It's one of the greatest feelings in the world. I used to do it with your father, but now that he's gone, Billy's taken his place. And he's wonderful at it."

Cindy seemed to think for a moment. "Ummm... okay, sure."

Mom turned to Billy, gently pulling the sheets away from him. "How about it, Billy?"

"Uh, Mom, I really don't know if it... I mean... well... she's my sister!"

Mom curled her hand around his penis and pumped it gently. "Would you rather have her learn from some strange boy in the back seat of a car or behind the school?"

"Well, no, I guess not."

"Then it's decided. It's probably best to keep things like this in the family." She turned to her daughter. "All right, Cindy. Time to strip."

She reached over and helped her daughter pull the nightie over her head.

Cindy had no breasts to speak of, but her nipples were definitely female and definitely aroused. Her pubic area (she didn't wear panties to bed) was perfectly smooth and white. She was a beautiful child.

"The first thing we need to do is get you excited so you"ll get wet down here." Mom fingered Cindy's little slit, causing Cindy to squirm with a strange look on her face.

Mom pushed Cindy down on the bed between Billy and herself. With a tender, loving look on her face, she leaned down and started teasing her daughter's nipple with her tongue. Without abandoning the nipple, she looked up at Billy, still sitting frozen, and invited him to take the other nipple.

Billy slowly laid down, positioning his mouth over his sister's breast. It was strange, suckling at a flat chest, but her skin was so smooth, so clean and pure, so young, that he started to love it. And flat-chested or not, her nipple stood up nicely.

After a minute or so, Cindy started squirming. "Mommy, I feel funny. Kinda like I need to pee."

"Good, that means you"re starting to get excited."

She moved down to Cindy's little slit, giving it long, slow, wet licks.

Billy likewise left his nipple, moving up to his little sister's mouth. She was so small... He hovered above her for a moment, just taking it all in.

Finally, he moved down and slowly licked her lips, running his tongue around the outside before gently forcing his way inside. Once she realized what her brother was trying to do, she opened her mouth and passively let him stick his tongue in her mouth. Her eyes were wide with surprise, but her little shivers showed that she was enjoying herself.

After nearly a minute of one-sided Frenching, she hesitantly started moving her tongue, curiously rubbing her taste buds against her brother's.

After five or ten minutes of enthusiastic, incestuous French- kissing, Mom announced that Cindy was wet enough to start.

Sis suddenly looked afraid. "Baby, don't worry," Mom reassured her. "You trust me, don't you?"

"Yes," she said in a tiny, child's voice.

"And you trust Billy, don't you?"

"Yes," she said with a bit stronger voice.

"And you want to have sex, don't you?"

"I guess so."

Billy interrupted. "Cindy, if you don't want to do this, we"ll stop right now, no questions asked."

"No, I want you to do it to me. Just... I don't want it to hurt."

Billy thought for a moment. "Mar, can you... uh... block any pain she might feel?"

"The pain is a natural part of the loss of virginity. Do you really wish to interrupt this natural process?" The Demon didn't like this; it would set a bad precedent.

"I don't want you to let my sister to feel any pain!"

"Yes, Master." Damn. He really didn't have any choice when given a direct order. He shouldn't have followed the story from the neighbor so closely. He should have just prevented Cindy from expressing any doubts. Unfortunately, it was too late now. Still, at least Billy showed no hesitation in making love to his sister.

"Okay, Cindy. I promise you it won't hurt."

Mom looked at him questioningly.

"Trust me," he said to both of them.

He moved between his Sister's legs, spreading them to kneel between them. His Mother gently lifted Cindy's legs and pressed them to her chest. Leaving one arm to hold her daughter's legs, she used her other to carefully guide Billy's rock-hard cock to the entrance of the wet, tiny, pink pussy.

As Billy started to press his cockhead into his Sister's very tight vagina, his Mother, still holding Cindy's legs, laid down, caressing her face with her free hand.

Despite the fact that her vagina was easily wet enough to admit Billy's cockhead, Cindy was scared. Mom gently started kissing her, using her tongue to force her daughter's teeth to release their grip on her lower lip.

Meanwhile, Billy's cock was bumping up against Cindy's hymen. "Okay, Cindy. Get ready. This shouldn't hurt," he said, emphasizing it mentally, "but I"m about to... uh, take your cherry."

He pulled back and, watching her face carefully, thrust himself forward, tearing through her hymen.

Cindy showed no sign whatsoever of having felt anything painful. Billy held still. "Are you okay?"

"Yes."

"Good, because that was it. If it doesn't hurt now, it's not going to."

"Really? Cause it doesn't hurt. It just feels kinda... warm. Actually, it feels kinda good."

Billy smiled and slowly started thrusting in and out. She was so tight and hot it was almost unbelievable. After a dozen or so thrusts, moving half an inch or so deeper with each thrust, he felt his cock bump against something deep in her pussy. Apparently he had filled the full depth of her vagina, with about half an inch of his cock still outside.

Cindy, still feeling no pain, was now breathing heavily, not noticing her Mother's kisses or caresses. As Billy continued to thrust, little oh's started to escape her mouth. Suddenly, she gave a little scream, and her back arched in ecstasy.

Billy slowed his thrusts, watching her rapture.

Mom spoke first as Cindy slowly returned from her first orgasm. "There you go, baby. Wasn't that good?"

"Ooohhhhh. Mommy, that was so... awesome!"

"It's called an orgasm. You can have one all by yourself by playing with your pussy, but it's much better when you have a man's cock filling your hole. When this is all over, you might be sore for a day or so. At the very least, you"ll have to wait until you heal up. But don't worry; you only bleed like this your first time."

"Bleed?" Amy looked down at his cock slowly moving in and out of her pussy. There was a definite red tinge to it. "I"m bleeding!!!" She nearly screamed.

Billy hurriedly pulled out and moved back a little. Mom quickly held her and reassured her. "Baby, all women bleed when they lose their virginity. It's supposed to happen. It's already stopped bleeding. This is just left-over blood."

"I"m sorry, Sis. I didn't mean to scare you, but it didn't hurt, did it?"

"No." She was sniffling a little.

"See, I told you I wouldn't hurt you. And wasn't your orgasm worth a little bit of blood, especially since it didn't hurt?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

She seemed much more calm... and curious. She stared at his cock and balls, fascinated. She hadn't gotten more than a glance at them earlier. Strange that she wasn't more curious before...

Mar saw a potentially dangerous line of thought and moved to intercept it. "Master, should I remove the pain blocks now that her virginity has been taken?"

"Huh? Oh, no. Not until the pain is completely gone."

"As you wish, Master."

In the meantime, Cindy had moved closer to Billy, trying to get a better look at his genitalia.

"I"ve never got a good look at a guy's... thing before. How do you get it to stand up like that?"

Mom answered her. "Baby, men get like that when they see a woman they like. Usually, it's a lot smaller and limp. But when it gets hard, then you know he likes you. So, in a way, you"re the one that makes it stand up, not Billy."

"Does that mean you like me?" she said, looking up at him with adoring young eyes.

"Of course I like you! You"re my sister. And you"re also a very beautiful young lady."

"Oh, thank you, Billy. I like you a lot too." She hugged him carefully, not wanting to press too hard against his hard-on.

"Baby," Mom said to Cindy, "I want you to go get a warm washcloth. We need to clean you two up and then we need to help Billy get rid of that hard-on."

"But I like his... his hard-on."

Mom chuckled. "Don't worry, it"ll come back. But Billy had to pull out before he came, so since he was so nice to you, we need to help him come."

"Come?" Cindy asked as she started for the bathroom.

"It's how a man orgasms. He shoots his sperm out of his cock. It's supposed to go into a woman's pussy and make a baby there."

"That's how you make babies?" Cindy asked, her voice partly drowned by running water.

"Yes, dear. But you"re too young. If you somehow got pregnant, it might actually be dangerous. You"re too small to have a baby."

"Okay," she said, re-entering the room with a washcloth. "But are you going to get pregnant?"

"I don't know. It's not my best time of the month yet."

"Time of the month?"

"Why don't we save some of these questions for later? We have plenty of time." Mom started cleaning off Billy's cock, bringing it back to a fully aroused state.

In the meantime, his mind was going haywire. Pregnant?!? He hadn't even thought about it. Mom, pregnant? And what about Amy? Was she trying to get pregnant too?

"Mar!" "Mom, I don't want you to get pregnant." "Mar, don't let her get pregnant."

"My province is the mind, not the body. But if that is what you truly wish..."

"Well, Billy, if that's what you want, I can always get some birth-control pills."

"Good." "Good. Have Amy get some too... or... have someone give some to her so that no one else knows about it."

"As you wish, Master." Damn. Oh, well. Pregnancy wasn't a particularly important thing. In fact, it might even have been counter-productive at this point. Babies would probably have produced emotions opposite those the Demon was trying to cultivate.

Billy's cock was now completely clean, and the outside of Cindy's vagina had been wiped.

"Now pay close attention, Cindy. This is one of the best ways to arouse a man or make him shoot his load. It's called a blow job."

They spent most of the rest of the day in the bedroom, learning each other's bodies. Billy was surprised at how much he didn't know, even after a week of fucking two different women.

They all slept together in Mom's bed that night. Cindy curled up on her side, Billy holding her from behind, his cock nestled in the crack of her ass, Mom holding Billy -- like three spoons.

Sunday was different. Mom decided that both Billy and Cindy needed to learn more about sex... different kinds of sex. First, she introduced Billy to anal sex. (Billy liked it, but was annoyed at the long preparations.) Then, leaving Billy and Cindy alone for a few hours, she drove to the nearest large city, a full hour away.

She returned three hours later with two bags full of magazines, toys, books, and other things.

Billy was especially fascinated with a B/D magazine she brought back. Both Mom and Cindy spent that night with their hands bound behind their backs and their feet hobbled.

Over the next week, it became a challenge for Billy to find a new way to tie Mom and Sis each night. After a few days, it started to take some creativity not to repeat himself. He used handcuffs, leather cuffs, rope (smooth, not the rough kind), socks, pantyhose, and garter belts. He hog-tied them, spread-eagled them, tied them in a straight line, tied them in a 69, used them as pillow and footwarmer, chained them to the foot of the bed, and used as many variations as his imagination and Mom's books and magazines could come up with.

He never tied them so they couldn't sleep comfortably. He never hurt them (beyond a spanking, that is). And he never made them feel inferior. He had yet to try to dominate or master them. So far, it was all in fun.

About three or four weeks into the semester, something strange started happening at school.

Mar made certain that no one had noticed anything different between Billy and Amy or that Billy was suddenly getting much better grades with less work, but Billy started feeling like someone was spying on him.

He"d feel eyes watching him, but if he turned to look, no one was paying any attention to him. He had Mar do surface scans of everyone around him, but found nothing.

The Demon itself was worried. Although he could detect nothing, he knew that whoever possessed the amulet had a heightened magical awareness. Thus, Billy might well be able to sense something that the Demon couldn't. The Demon's powers, though great, had to be focused. And he could only focus on one individual at a time. True, he could program minds with simple or familiar instructions quickly enough to simulate multiple subject control, but an in-depth examination of someone's mind took time.

And if there was a magical adept nearby, it would be very simple to cloak his or her thoughts and powers to anything less than an in-depth scan.

The desire to explain this to Billy to receive his mental support for in-depth scans (which would greatly speed things up) warred with the need to keep as much of his nature a secret as possible. Finally, he decided that such a revelation (with a few minor omissions) could actually be a two-fold boon --First, it would help with the scans. Second, phrased correctly, such a discussion could encourage Billy's trust in him even more.

"So, you can find out if there's any witch or something nearby if I let you?"

"Yes, Master. My abilities are limited without your direct authority." True, just not as limited as Mar had implied.

"Well, I guess that's okay. Can you protect me, if there is a witch or warlock or something?"

"It is very likely that I am more powerful than his or her sponsor. Most witches associate with minor demons. Unless they are dedicated to a top-level demon, I will prevail. I shall now begin my examinations."

Billy was scared. Witches! It was a good thing he had Mar to protect him. But, then again, without Mar, they probably wouldn't have noticed him.

Not that there was any proof that they had noticed him. No proof that they even existed. Just his vague feelings.

He looked around the classroom, wondering who might be a witch or warlock. It was difficult to believe that any of his classmates could be involved in magic. Maybe it was a teacher... Heck, maybe it was the mayor, for that matter.

He shook himself. Letting his imagination run wild was doing him no good.

Near the end of the school day, the Demon found what he sought.

"Master, the girl at the back of the room... Ellen Black... possesses occult knowledge and limited powers."

Billy resisted the urge to turn around. To start looking at her would alert her to the fact that he knew something.

"Don't let her do anything to me. Can you control her?"

"Easily. She is fairly weak."

"Good. Don't let her talk to anyone and have her meet me after school."

So, Ellen was a witch. Billy tried to remember what he could about her. She was one of the nameless students that just blended in with everyone else. He really couldn't remember much about her. And his furtive glances behind him revealed nothing; there were too many people between them.

When school let out, Billy had Mar guide him to Ellen's locker where, under Mar's influence, she was still fumbling around with her books.

He stopped to look at her from a distance. She was a little shorter than him, with shoulder-length, dark brown hair. She wore a white blouse and light blue, ankle-length skirt. He couldn't see her face yet.

After a minute or two, the halls were nearly empty, and Billy felt safe in moving toward her.

"Mar, make her do what I say."

"As you wish."

"Ellen, turn around."

She turned around, her facial expression blank. She was actually very pretty, with high cheekbones, a small nose and full lips. Billy didn't really know why he hadn't noticed her before.

"Come on, Ellen. Let's go somewhere private."

Billy led her down the hall to the teacher's conference room where he had spent so many wonderful afternoons with Amy. That reminded him...

"Mar, tell Amy not to wait for me this afternoon. I"m probably going to be with Ellen for a while."

"Yes, Master."

"Okay, Ellen. Are you a witch?"

"Yes, Billy." Her voice was flat and zombie-like. Billy preferred her that way for the moment.

"Have you been watching me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I felt power in you. I told my parents. My father instructed me to watch and examine you."

"Your parents? Are they witches too?"

"Yes. My father leads our family coven."

"Coven? What's a coven?"

"A coven is a group of witches that work together. My family are the only witches in the area, so we formed our own coven."

"What kind of power do you have?"

"We have the sponsorship of a demon of the fourteenth rank."

"Mar...?"

"Fourteenth rank is nothing compared to my power. Such demonic power would be effective on unsuspecting, powerless mortals, but not on any significant magic user. They are probably out here alone because they lack sufficient power to join a more powerful coven."

"What rank power do you have?"

"If you rank my power on a demonic scale, I would be ranked at the third or fourth level." Actually, fourth... but he did say "or".

"Wow. That sounds good. What do you think we should do about them?"

"We cannot let them go unchecked. Though they cannot threaten you directly, their knowledge could prove dangerous."

"So, do you think we should go to their house, or would that be too dangerous?"

"It will NOT be dangerous, so long as I am alert and acting under your orders."

"Okay."

"Ellen, we"re going to go to your house. Is there anything you should tell us to keep us safe?"

"There are wards protecting the house, I will kill you if I get the chance, and I possess an emblem of power."

"What emblem of power?"

She mechanically reached into her blouse and pulled out a small pendant on a chain. A simple pentagram, but Billy became slightly nervous upon seeing it. No doubt because of his slightly enhanced magical senses.

"Mar?"

"It is a simple charm. It protects her from general magical notice and identifies her to any wards set up by her coven."

"And what about the wards?"

"They will snap like strands of a spider's web when they encounter me. They are no threat. However, to be on the safe side, you should take and destroy her charm."

"Give it to me, Ellen."

She lifted the chain and charm over her head and handed it to Billy.

"How should I destroy it?"

"Physically, it is quite weak. Just stomp on it. Only a slight break in the pattern is required to make it useless."

Billy looked at it curiously. It looked like something you might pick up at a souvenir shop somewhere. He dropped it to the ground and stomped. He left it on the floor in two pieces.

"Mar, shouldn't you program her so she doesn't want to kill me anymore?"

"She is now your devoted slave, but she shall not show any... personality... until you decide she should."

"Good. Thank you."

As Ellen led them to her home, Billy couldn't shake the feeling that he was in some kind of movie.

Here he was, the lone hero going forth to face a coven of witches, who were hiding in the guise of normal, everyday people.

He was excited... even scared a little. But he trusted Mar to protect him.

He was somewhat surprised at how much he had come to trust and rely on Mar. A simple, metal pendant had completely revolutionized his life.

Not only was he now much more self-confident, he was having sex at least three times a day, usually more. He now had a much wider view of the world. Where he would have laughed at the idea of witches a few weeks ago, he was now facing off against a coven with a magic amulet. And he was going to get all A's this semester for the first time ever.

Ellen's house was only a five minute walk from the school, though in the opposite direction from Billy's house.

There was nothing visibly different about the house, but just looking at it made Billy shiver.

As they approached the front door, Billy felt the amulet warm slightly against his chest, then cool back down.

"Mar?"

"The wards are gone. I am now scanning... Master! The father senses our approach and seeks to make a sacrifice to protect himself..."

"Stop him!"

"Yes... It is done. The father, mother and sister are all under my... your control. The father sought to sacrifice his daughter to gain the power to stop us. It would not have been enough, but he did not know that."

"You mean... he was actually going to kill his own daughter?!?"

"Yes. His search for power has made him evil."

Billy had frozen on the porch in front of the door during the miniature crisis. Ellen, blank as ever, had simply stood behind him, waiting.

Now that everything was under control, she moved forward and opened the door, ushering Billy into her house.

The air was heavy with incense, and occult symbols hung from the walls. Apparently the guise of a normal family didn't extend to the interior of the house.

As Billy gazed at the strange surroundings, the family quietly gathered and lined up in front of him.

This was actually a bit of a let-down. His adventure was already over. He sighed and looked over the family lined up in front of him.

The father was a small man, about 5"4", with a heavy black beard and mustache.

The mother was noticeably taller than her husband, standing about 5"9", with a nice hourglass figure (the early part of the hour, as Groucho would say) and long, jet-black hair.

The younger daughter (who was apparently just saved from sacrifice) was maybe a year or so younger than Billy, about the same age as Cindy. She was dressed in a simple white robe, with curly blond hair (blond? from those parents?) and a sweet, simple face.

They all looked as zombie-like as Ellen, waiting for Billy to address them.

Billy, however, was at a bit of a loss.

"Mar, what do I do with them?"

"Their power must be taken from them, and they must be punished for their crimes."

"How do I do that?"

"Each witch or warlock has a different power focus. Remove or destroy that focus, and they are powerless. As to their crimes, simply ask them, and they will tell you."

"Okay, what is your power focus?"

"I am the focus," the father intoned. "I gave my soul to my Master, and he made my heart a black diamond of power."

"A black diamond? Come on! How could you still be alive?"

His expression didn't change. "I do not speak literally. My heart, that is, my soul has been transformed. It is no longer a soul, but is rather a focus for black magic. However, I bargained poorly. My Master had not the power to make a pure soul crystal. It is flawed, and I have less than half the power I should have gained."

"And your daughter?" Billy asked, pointing at the blond zombie.

"She was an attempt to gain more power. She was raised to be pure and innocent. By sacrificing her, I would have temporarily gained much greater power. I saved her sacrifice for a time when I needed protection or had opportunity to gain greater power. When I felt my wards fall, I moved to sacrifice her, but was prevented by your..." He paused, as if fighting to find the correct term. "...servant."

"How do I take away your power?"

"Sacrifice me."

"Sacrifice you? You mean, kill you?"

"Yes. My power is tied to my soul. So long as my soul is tied to my body, I will have access to my power."

"Mar, I can't just kill him! What should I do?"

"Ask him his crimes, then tell me why he cannot die."

"What are your crimes?"

The man did not pause or show remorse as he began the list. "I have killed seven people, including my parents. I raped my eldest daughter when she was five. I have raped thirteen other women as well. I have defiled and burned down two churches. I have ruined the lives of twelve of my neighbors. I have stolen over $750,000 in goods and money. I have renounced and cursed Heaven. I have worshipped Satan and sworn loyalty to a demon. I have likewise condemned the souls of my family."

Billy's expression slowly hardened as he heard the litany. He had no desire to hear the details of the crimes.

Still, he couldn't bring himself to kill him in cold blood.

"Master, if I may make a suggestion, simply have him commit suicide."

"Good idea. Thanks."

"Listen carefully. You will write out a suicide note and put it in your pocket. You will then go kill yourself by... jumping off a cliff or tall building."

The man went to a nearby desk, wrote for a moment, then calmly walked out the door as his family watched.

"Will he actually do it?"

"He has no choice. And when he is dead, his family will be powerless."

Billy had the family gather together all the occult materials for burning. They had collected almost all the materials when the mother and Ellen stopped a moment and shivered.

"Master," Mar thought to Billy, "it is done. He is dead."

The occult stuff was burning in the metal trashcans out back when Billy gathered the three remaining family members in the living room to decide what to do with them.

"Any suggestions, Mar?"

"The mother needs to be punished. The elder daughter, Ellen, probably needs to be punished as well. The younger daughter, Mary, cannot survive in the world without guidance. She has no experiences outside this house."

"Well, Mrs. Black, tell me your crimes."

"Complicity in my husband's crimes. I have sacrificed one innocent life to my master. I am also guilty of incest with my daughter, Ellen. I have destroyed the lives of three neighborhood housewives. And I have cursed and renounced Heaven and embraced Hell."

"Well, you"re powerless now, right?"

"Yes."

"So there's no need to kill you. So what do I do with you...?"

Billy was just thinking out loud, but Mrs. Black responded all the same. "If I am not to be killed, then I should be tortured. I should be kept captive, made to drink piss and eat shit. I should live the rest of my life as a slave."

"Uhhh, right." Having his own slave was a new idea for Billy... but a welcome one. It might actually be neat. Even so, that shit and piss thing sounded too disgusting, even for her. "Ellen, what about you?"

"I have been raised to be a servant of evil. I have committed incest with my mother and father. I have ruined the lives of four of my schoolmates. I have cursed and renounced Heaven and pledged myself to Hell."

"Not very much. How should you be punished?"

"I should be tortured and made a slave." Billy didn't think she deserved to be tortured, but slavery seemed... fitting.

Billy turned to the younger daughter. "And what should I do with... what's your name again?"

"My name is Mary. I have committed no significant sins and have never left this house. Are you going to be my new Master?"

"Uhhh, how about if I"m just your new brother?"

"What's a brother?"

It took nearly half an hour to reassure Mary. She wasn't really scared. She didn't know enough to be scared. However, she was very confused. Billy was the first person she had ever seen who wasn't a member of her family.

Mary couldn't read or count. She had never seen a television. Even her windows were always covered, so the trip to the back yard to burn the occult materials was the first time in memory she had ever been out of her house.

Once Billy had reassured Mary, he had a conversation with Ellen and Mrs. Black... or rather, Slave Ellen and Slave Leah. It was decided that Slave Leah would sell the house and transfer all her money to Billy, who would use it to build a small extension to his house (assuming Mar could convince Mom).

They all packed a small bag and piled into Slave Leah's car. They arrived at Billy's house a few minutes later.

Billy was a bit nervous, but he trusted Mar to help him out.

"Mom?" he called out, walking in the door.

"Billy! Guess who came by to see you?" Mom walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands off on her apron. Behind her was... Amy!

"Amy! What are you doing here?"

"I missed you, Mas... Billy. I wanted to... see you."

Well, Billy had never actually forbidden Amy to come here. And now he had all his women together in one room... except for...

"Billy!" Cindy came bouncing into the living room, then stopped when she saw the crowd. "Who are all these people?"

Billy took a deep breath. "Okay! Everyone find a seat. We have a lot to talk about."

"Stay with me, Mar," Billy thought as he sat down.

Mom and Cindy sat down calmly on the couch, but Amy, Slave Ellen and Slave Leah all tried to sit at his feet. It looked like they were about to start fighting.

Billy took Amy's hand and lifted her up to sit next to him, where she snuggled up against him. Slaves Ellen and Leah sat on the floor on either side of his feet.

"Let's start with introductions.

"This is my Mother and my sister, Cindy.

"This is my... girlfriend, Amy.

"And everyone, this is, uh, Ellen, Leah and Mary.

"I have quite a story to tell you about them..."

Even though he knew Mar was helping him out, he was surprised at how well everyone took it. When he had finally finished, he leaned back waiting for their reactions.

Mom stood up. "Well, come on. We"ll get some sleeping bags for your slaves, Billy. We can put Mary in Cindy's room, since she's been sleeping in our room."

"Then they can stay?" Despite himself, Billy was surprised.

"Of course, Mary needs a good home, and Ellen and Leah belong to you." She walked over to Billy and gave him a long, wet kiss. "Remember, Billy, we"ll do anything for you."

She led the Black family back to the bedroom area, with Cindy tagging along curiously.

Amy turned to Billy. "Master, can't I be your slave too?"

"Amy, they"re slaves because they"re being punished. You haven't done anything to be punished for."

"But I want to serve you, to be with you. How come they can do that and I can't."

Billy sighed. "How about this? You can come over here or spend the night whenever you want, as long as it's okay with Mom."

"Thank you, Billy. Your Mom and I talked together for a long time. We really like each other, so I think she"ll let me stay any time."

This house is going to be pretty crowded, Billy thought.

Just then, Slave Ellen and Slave Leah crawled into the room, naked, followed by Mom and Sis.

"We put Mary to bed. She was really worn out by all the excitement," Mom said, guiding the slaves over to Billy.

She sat down next to Billy and Amy. "Billy, shouldn't we send Leah back home? The police have probably found her husband's body by now and are on their way to tell her."

Billy had forgotten about that, but quickly agreed and sent Slave Leah off to meet the police. She had instructions to act distraught and say that her daughters were spending the night with a friend.

That left Billy, Amy, Mom, Sis and Ellen.

Mom broke the silence first. "Billy, would you like to have an orgy? I think it would be an educational experience for all of us."

An orgy? How could she be so calm about all this?

"It is all right, Master. You asked for my help and support earlier. I am still mentally helping her cope."

"Uhhh... thanks, Mar."

Actually, now that he thought about it, an orgy might actually be fun.

"Okay, it sounds like fun. But first... come along Ell... slave."

A couple minutes later he called the others into his (well, his Mother's) bedroom.

Ellen was spread out naked on the bed. Her hands were handcuffed to the headboard, and her feet were stretched out and tied to the posts at the footboard. "Since Ellen is now a slave and needs to be punished, anyone can use her any way you like. But she's not allowed to orgasm."

He started stripping. His women, watching him with undisguised lust, followed his example.

It was difficult for Billy to remember all that happened that night. He knew he had come at least four times in three different cunts and one ass, but he couldn't really remember what he did to who. He remembered seeing Ellen forced to eat out everyone there. And a two pronged dildo was stuck in her cunt for the other women to ride. He remembered fucking the ass of someone who was riding Ellen's dildo while someone else licked his asshole.

But the only thing he definitely remembered was waking up. Mom and Amy were curled up on either side of him. Cindy was asleep on top of Ellen, her little cunt positioned on top of the slave's mouth. Ellen herself was covered in sweat, pussy-juice and come.

He had Mar reassure Amy's parents (which, it turns out, Mar had done the previous night) and decided they should all take the day off.

Slave Leah came in a few moments later, naked with a collar about her neck, carrying a large tray covered with breakfast for everyone... and a whip. She had apparently finished with the police late last night or early this morning and had returned to Billy to fulfill her duties as his slave.

He had yet to do anything to or with her. And there was always Mary.

As the others started to wake up around him, Billy looked around and decided it was good. And it was only going to get better.

Billy was now 28 years old. He lived in a fairly large mansion a few miles out of town, with a huge staff and a small fleet of cars.

Billy reached down and caressed the naked slave kneeling beside him on the seat. He was naked in the back of his limo, returning from a business and slaving trip to the city. Every week or so he had to go 'shopping", as he called it. This had been a fairly good trip. The nude, busty redhead next to him and the naked Oriental gently sucking his cock were only two of the six he had collected. The rest were sleeping in the trunk.

He flicked red's long, pointy nipples, smiling at her moans. Her name was Donna something, emphasis on "was". Her mind was already gone, replaced by the simple obedience of a slave; for the moment, Donna was effectively dead. Maybe he would give her back her mind long enough to rape her; the fear and revulsion, the screams and the tears were usually a big turn-on. But for now, she was nothing but a slave.

He grabbed her left nipple and twisted... hard... harder.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!!!!!!"

There it was. She had a high pain threshold. His twist made it almost 3/4 of a revolution before she screamed. He played with her nipples, pulling them out, twisting them. He pushed the spongy breasts together and tightly clamped both nipples with one hand, pulling and twisting, watching the expressions of pain distort her face.

Releasing her nipples, he grabbed her pubic hair, tearing out a small bunch of curly red locks. After examining it for a moment, he put it in her mouth, open in a quiet moan, and ordered her to swallow it, imagining the tickling and scratchiness it would produce in her throat... a very subtle torment. Grabbing another handful, he tore it free and once again fed it to her. He did this until her pubic area was fairly smooth and red.

Giving her pain-reddened cunt a slap, he turned her over on her hands and knees. Removing the petite Oriental from his cock, he positioned her at the redhead's ass and ordered her to clean the redhead's ass and cunt of any remaining hair.. with her teeth, but not to swallow. It was difficult work, but the Oriental had a good bite and sharp teeth. She did it faithfully, even with Billy pulling and twisting her nipples.

When the Oriental had finished, he pulled the redhead up into a sitting position and placed the Oriental in her lap. He had them kiss deeply, the Oriental transferring the hair in her mouth to the redhead who swallowed it as best she could. While the redhead's tongue was cleaning out the Oriental's mouth, he grabbed a few heavy double clamps. Using them, he clamped the redhead's nipples to the Oriental's, giving them sharp tugs to make certain they were tightly attached. After a moment of feeling around, he did the same to their clits, forcing the Oriental's sparse pubic hair to rub against the redhead's sensitive pubic area. They were nearly screaming into each other's mouths, but they continued their deep kissing, not having been told to stop.

He shoved the two of them, attached at tits and cunt, into a horizontal position, with the smaller Oriental on the bottom. Quickly greasing up his cock (for his own comfort; the redhead's comfort meant nothing to him), he thrust it into the small, tight anus facing him.

He actually heard the redhead's scream this time, muffled though it was in the Oriental's mouth. No wonder. A tight virgin anus, suddenly torn by a man's thick 6 1/2" cock; the thrust pulling cruelly at her nipples, clamped and attached to the small woman underneath her; her sensitive clit pulled out and clamped to the other woman's clit; and her sensitive, red pubic area being grated across the Oriental's pubic hair like sandpaper.

Hmmmm. Billy, leaving his cock in the tight anus, grabbed another clamp and pulled the women's heads apart. Attaching one side of the clamp to the redhead's tongue, he pulled out the Oriental's tongue and carefully clamped the other side onto it. Both women moaned, then once again screamed into each other's mouths as he began thrusting.

It took a good fifteen minutes for him to climax. The redhead passed out once, but was forced back to painful consciousness by the Amulet hanging around her Master's neck.

After unclamping the two (and enjoying their gasps as blood reentered their various body parts), he had the redhead kneel down on the floor, in the Oriental's previous position, to clean up his cock. As she licked and sucked the slightly bloody, shit-covered cock, Billy started playing with the Oriental.

Fortunately for the Oriental, they were just entering the grounds of Billy's estate. An electric fence ran along the perimeter and Billy's special guards stood at attention at the gate.

In fact, all men who worked for Billy were 'special". Billy had decided that no man but himself in his domain would be allowed to climax. So he possessed the only pair of balls within a mile of his house. Well, that's not technically true. He always made certain to give his employees their severed testicles back, attached to a unique plaque which they had to place above their beds.

There were a few exceptions. Billy now had two young sons (one by Mother, one by Amy), just toddlers, who were unscathed. He had also made an exception for Chris, his childhood friend, who was allowed one or two orgasms a month. Billy had never been very interested in homosexuality, except for Chris. Chris was the only man who continued to excite him. Oh, certainly, he occasionally raped young boys, but that was mostly just to cause pain and keep himself open to all experiences. He also raped each new man in his service as the man's balls were being removed. Rape during mutilation was always a big turn-on. (Usually, he raped their mouths, feeling their throats massage his dick with their screams, but a couple times he carefully raped the anus while the victim's balls were slowly and very cautiously removed.)

But he still called them "men," even without testicles. On the other hand, there were no "women" on his estate, only 'sluts," "bitches," or "cunts."

He rolled down his window, and the guards, seeing Billy, stood at attention, saluted and opened the gate.

His mansion was fairly large. Ten bedrooms, five bunkrooms (with about 20 beds each), a large kitchen, dining room, study, library, dungeon, pool, garden and a very large play/living area. With the six new additions, he would have nearly fifty women in residence, with about 20 men and boys as well. All of them were his obedient slaves.

The limo pulled up in front of the main entrance, and two men and half a dozen women ran out to greet him, kneeling once they were in position. The men, like all men within the privacy of his estate, were dressed only in tight spandex briefs. The women were nude.

He stepped out and caressed his mother's head, petting her. She was always there to greet him when he came home. The driver moved to the trunk to release the four girls stuffed in there. They had slept since he had collected them a few hours earlier. He no longer put more than five in the trunk at a time. Not since the time he had stuffed seven in there and only three came out alive. (He didn't care that they had died, just that he had wasted so much time on them.)

"Lock them up for the night. I"ll break them in tomorrow." Billy gestured and the three men (including the driver) and three of the women led the new slaves inside and down to the dungeon. All new slaves spent their first night in chains. To be honest, there was really no need to chain them or break them in. The Amulet could take care of all of that... and it usually did. Billy just liked to do it the hard way. It was more traditional.

The remaining three women crawled beside him, scraping their knees on the pavement, as he walked inside.

He paused just inside the door and held out his foot for his doorslut to lick his feet clean. She was a bit slow today for some reason, so he gave her a good kick in the face when she finally finished. Broke her nose, maybe. It didn't matter. Her only job was cleaning his feet. To break her in, he had walked through dog shit, piss, mud, an anthill and gravel. She licked and swallowed it all, without vomiting. (A standing house rule was whoever vomited had to lick it up... unless Billy was the one who was sick.) Billy wondered whether or not her tongue was wearing out. After all, she had been the doorslut for over a year, a long time for a doorslut to last. Let's see... how did he get rid of the last doorslut? Oh yes, gave her one last fuck (up the ass; no sense in being too nice to her), then crushed her head by standing on it and loading himself down with weights. (The new DoorSlut had licked him clean after the execution.) Hmmm. He"d have to come up with a different method this time. He"d cut his foot on a skull fragment the last time. Maybe he"d just crush her neck. Anyway, such speculation was a bit too premature. She probably had another month or two left in her.

Like DoorSlut, he had many bitches with a single job.

He had one for his toilet. She drank only his piss and ate only his shit. That was now her entire purpose in life. Eventually, she"d be unable to swallow his shit quickly enough and would choke and suffocate like the others before her. Until then, her only real nutrition was through an IV drip. (After all, he didn't think there was much nutritional material in shit and piss.) Sure, an IV was a bit extravagant, but it was nice to know she would know no other taste than his waste.

He had a tissue bitch. Her job was to swallow his snot and clean his nostrils with her tongue. A very disgusting, but not very demanding job. The only times he really used her was when he had a cold.

He had a slut with a soft stomach and tits to use as a pillow and another to warm his feet at night.

He had one to wash him in the shower or bath. (Occasionally, he"d take a tongue bath, but he usually used a small group to do it. It would take too long for any one slut to clean him that way.)

He had one to act as a footrest, and another as his dinner plate. (His dinner plate had numerous burns on her belly, cunt and tits from scalding hot food. But it didn't really bother her. Billy had made her a pain slut, a true masochist. She also had burns from black candle wax from occasional candlelight dinners; she had to hold the candles upright with her mouth and cunt.)

He made sure he always had at least three or four milk cows, women he kept pregnant to keep their milk flowing easily. His lips hadn't touched non-human milk in three years. (He didn't consider the cows" children to be his. They were just future slaves. In fact, since the baby boys" balls were too small for trophies, he simply fed the testicles to the mothers... a little post-labor snack.)

He had a doctor in residence to care for them, but she was forbidden to repair any major damage without specific permission. Major damage was probably intentionally inflicted. She was also forbidden to dispense or use any painkillers or anesthesia without permission.

All these sluts" different jobs might get confusing at times if he hadn't hit upon the idea of tattooing each slut's purpose in life on her forehead. "Toilet", "Tissue", "DoorSlut", "Pillow", etc. were all tattooed in tasteful, attractive letters on their foreheads.

Of course there were also sluts who didn't really have definable titles.

Once, inspired by an old gangster movie, he had encased a slut in a cement block, with only her ass hanging out. She breathed, "ate" (if you can called drinking liquefied food "eating") and drank through a tube, shit and pissed through her exposed genitalia, and lived a full two weeks encased, unmoving, in hard darkness. Although it was an exciting idea at the beginning, he found that the artificially-heated cement scraped his thighs whenever he fucked her. When he finally got tired of her, he just pissed in her tube until she drowned. Her body was, of course, dumped in a nearby lake.

There was one bitch, still alive, he had nicknamed "Holey Mary". (Not Mary Black... she was still around somewhere, unlike her mother and sister, long since passed away.) She no longer looked human; she was just a mass of places to stick his dick. It had started when she had accidentally scraped his cock with her teeth once. He was in a bad mood and had immediately dragged her to the doctor to have her teeth pulled out. No anesthesia. That had been one wild fuck. Her head and torso were strapped down while the doctor pulled out her teeth, but her legs and hips were unfettered, free to thrash about while he fucked the shit out of her. He had really enjoyed fucking her mouth till it bled during the following week. A week or so later, he had a great idea. A way to fuck her mouth without going through her lips. With Mary once again strapped down and Billy fucking her ass, the doctor carefully cut a flap of flesh free at the base of her neck. Similar to a tracheotomy, but large enough for his dick. He could now fuck her throat, up to her mouth, by literally fucking her throat. (True, he had to be careful, or he"d suffocate her and end all his fun.) That had really started him going. Her hands were now sewn into two permanent masturbation sleeves for his cock. Her feet had been sewn together so he could always fuck her insteps. (But they still allowed her knees to part widely enough to let him reach her cunt and asshole.) His masterpiece so far was her breast (no longer breasts). He had her large breasts vivisectioned together, forming one large breast (two nipples) with a nice tight hole running through the middle. (She had to go most of the day with a dildo stuck in her breast tunnel, to keep it from healing closed.) Though he rarely used them, her outer ears had been cut up, leaving a cock- sized hole in each. At the moment, he was working on her nose. The septum had been removed, and the single remaining nostril was being slowly stretched to eventually admit his cock into her sinus cavity. Last night, while fucking her navel (which had been surgically widened and deepened to admit his cock 3-4" into her gut) and enjoying her cries of pain, he had started wondering about her eye. This weekend, he"d decided to have the doctor pluck one eye out. The resulting hole probably wouldn't fit much more than the head of his dick, but the idea turned him on. And anyway, it was always wild, fucking a slut during surgery without anesthesia.

Not being able to walk or even eat normally, Mary's only purpose in life was to provide fuck holes. When Billy eventually tired of her, he had already decided how to kill her. He would have the doctor cut open her guts so he could fuck her intestines. Then, while he was getting hard again, Mary's chest would be opened so Billy could fuck her still beating heart to death. True, he might have to use localized anesthetics to keep her from dying too quickly, but just thinking about it made him hard. But it could wait. Poor, bed-ridden, pain-riddled Holey Mary was still one of his favorites. He never grew tired of her screams. Maybe... hey! He could cut a hole in her tongue! He could fuck her mouth and tongue together. It would be like fucking her screams. He"d have to be careful not to tear her tongue out, but Billy mentally added it to the list of holes to make anyway.

Mary was the most obvious example of living torture, but there were other, more traditional examples. As he entered his living area, he saw one of his three traditional-torture sluts prominently displayed, hanging horizontally by straps attached to her wrists, ankles and waist. (The other torture sluts were affixed to his bedroom wall and the rack in the dungeon.)

(Of course, the torture sluts and the bitches like Holey Mary who were unable to care for themselves each had a cunt assigned to care for them, feed them, clean them, remove their waste products, apply antibiotics to prevent infections, etc.)

Most of the house was nicely carpeted, but there was a hard tile under the torture slut, with drains to keep blood from staining the carpet.

Billy paused to examine her. All her toenails were gone, along with two toes. Right kneecap broken and bound up. Her left hand was lacking fingernails and the little finger, but her right hand was still intact. Nose smashed. One eye blackened and puffy. A couple teeth missing. Singed nipples and cunt. If he was lucky, he might be able to make her last another two or three days. He usually used up two torture sluts a week.

He rolled over a small machine on wheels and pulled out two wires, one with a clip, one with a small metal-tipped butt plug on the end. He attached the clip to her clit and shoved the dry plug into her butt. After giving them both sharp tugs to make sure they were firmly attached, he went to the machine and began fiddling with knobs. The "volume" knob would go anywhere from low moans at "1" to ear-piercing screams at "8" to unconsciousness at "10". The current wouldn't be continuous either, or she would simply adjust to it. It would vary considerably but average out at the correct setting. He just wanted some background "music" from the slut, so he set it between "3" and "4".

As he started to move away, the cunt assigned to care for the torture slut moved to her side, a small vial in her hand. During the torture, it was her job to catch any tears. Hot salty tears were one of Billy's favorite drinks, but it took quite a while to get enough for a glass-full.

Listening to the slut's loud moans, he went past her and sat down in his favorite chair. Originally white, he had stained it dark red with blood, human blood. (His chair covered with tanned human skin was too damn uncomfortable, but it was still around the house somewhere.) His Footstool quickly crawled into position, and he propped his feet up on her back.

Two sluts started a lesbo 69 on the carpet in front of the fireplace. Billy always liked to have a little show going on in the background.

He whistled and his sister came crawling up, panting and wagging her ass. His little sister no longer had any pretense of being human. Her mind was that of a dog, a bitch constantly in heat. Her hair was extremely long and swept the floor beneath her. She was the only bitch he allowed an uncut pubic area; in fact, her cunt hair was a tangled mass so long that it hung a couple inches out from her cuntlips. (But he did have her armpits and legs shaved regularly.) Though she was the only dog to be allowed free reign of the house, she did have a number of male dogs (real dogs, that is) out back that she fucked daily.

His mother knelt down beside him and gently took Billy's cock in her mouth. Billy rubbed her head briefly, then felt up her ass. Her asshole was huge, mainly due to her daily horse fuck. She was required to ass-fuck a stallion every day and leave its cum in her ass for Billy to check.

"Good girl, Mother. Now go tell the chef I want dinner in an hour, and bring in any discipline problems. And send in Amy."

His mother reluctantly let his cock slip from her mouth and gave him a loving smile as she crawled off to the kitchen. A moment later, Amy crawled in on her knees, upright. Amy was the only female allowed to keep her first name, since she was his first woman. (Even Mom and Sis were now known only as... well, Mom and Sis.) But since he couldn't let the special treatment go to her head, her hands were always bound behind her back, usually with leather straps or handcuffs. That meant she had to crawl upright, head above the others, but it also meant she ate from a dog bowl and had to have others lick her face clean. (Then again, most of the women simply ate directly from the floor, so a dog bowl was a step up too.) He was considering having her arms amputated, but was still too sentimental. (Damn weak of him, but he couldn't help it. If she"d just do something wrong, he could get angry and have them amputated as punishment.)

Billy motioned her over to his cock, which she eagerly took into her warm mouth.

While waiting for any discipline problems to be led in, he briefly turned his attention to Sis. She looked up at him with her large, loving brown eyes, and he couldn't resist. He lifted her face to his and shoved his tongue down her throat. When he finally released her, she gleefully licked his entire face, giving little yips of doggie pleasure.

Still stroking Sis" long head-fur he turned his attention to Mom, now re-entering the room with two crying bitches crawling behind her.

The first used to be a dyke b/d mistress... until Billy found her. From her, Billy had extracted a list of all nearby dykes and mistresses. He"d been picking up about one a month. (And he had Mar touch the minds of all the others, keeping them in the area until he got around to them.)

As to the dyke herself, he had been especially cruel. After infecting her with an all-consuming desire for Billy's cock, he had denied it to her. (Well, he had pissed on her once, with Toilet licking her clean, but that was it.) She was never allowed to come, but was rather the cause of orgasms for others. She was generally chained in the women's quarters as their pet. The only way his sluts could achieve orgasm without Billy was with their pet's oral attentions. Thus she was constantly in demand and rarely got more than half an hour sleep at a time. Also, Billy refused to feed her. The sluts, to keep their pet alive, had to save some of their food for her. But it was difficult to carry food in their hands since they crawled everywhere. So twice a day, the sluts would line up and force pre-chewed food from their mouths into hers. She would be insane by now, if the Amulet hadn't kept sanity forced upon her.

Apparently, her screams (not from pain, just from her situation) were starting to keep the other sluts awake at night. Her punishment, Billy decided, would be nearly constant whipping. For the next week, the only non-Billy way for the sluts to orgasm would be, not their pet's mouth, but her screams. Any slut who whipped the pet for at least ten minutes would be allowed an orgasm. The bitches would have to take care not to kill her (for their own sake; Billy wouldn't care that much). He would also provide a small sound-proof room for the whippings, so the sluts could get some sleep. Billy had Mar make the necessary changes in the sluts" mental programming.

The second bitch was a 12 year old girl. She was the daughter of a reporter who had been trying to get the story on Billy. Though Billy kept well out of the public eye, he was very rich and occasionally had to prevent stories about him from reaching the news. This particular reporter had brought his family with him on a vacation as a cover for his investigation. A policeman under Billy's influence (as most of the police were) had brought him to Billy's attention. Billy took the entire family to his mansion.

The son was a pudgy, ugly little boy. Billy simply strapped him, ass up, in the kitchen. His asshole served as trash receptacle until he died.

The parents were chained spread-eagle to the walls of the hallway outside the kitchen facing each other and in full view of their son. Billy raped both of them daily in full view of the other. Worse than that, he had made each beg for him to rape both their mate and themselves. Billy also decided that they should feed each other, so they ate each other's fecal and urinal waste. But that wasn't enough. Billy had them feast on each other's genitals. Their second day there, the wife was forced to slowly chew off her husband's testicles and eat them. The husband then bit off his wife's clit and chewed off most of her cuntlips. The third day, the wife ate half her husband's dick, and the husband ate one of his wife's breasts. The wife died the next day while her husband was eating her other breast. Billy forced the husband to keep eating his wife's carcass until he died as well. (To satisfy public record, he put their bodies in their car, pushed it off a remote cliff and made certain it caught fire. Their blackened skeletal remains were found a month later, and Billy made certain the record also showed that the daughter's body was found with the others, even though the daughter was still with Billy.)

The daughter, in sharp contrast to her brother and parents, was a vision of loveliness for her age (11). Billy raped her often in front of her family and assigned her to kitchen duty. She was, fittingly, the last person to stuff something in her brother's fat asshole before he died.

Unfortunately, she was extremely clumsy. She was generally up for punishment at least two or three times a month for burning food or breaking dishes. Today, she had ruined a batch of biscuits by mixing up baking powder and baking soda.

Billy sighed. He would hate to lose such a delicious little bitch... hmmm, delicious... say, that's an idea.

"Okay, bitch. You"ve been giving me trouble ever since you got here. I"ve gotten tired of it."

"Please, Master, I didn't mean to... I"m sorry, I won't do it again, I..."

Billy cut her off. "And now you"re interrupting me!"

She cowered in fear and misery. She knew better than to interrupt him or offer excuses.

Billy turned to his Mother. "Bring in the chef."

As Mom crawled off, Billy scratched Sis" head and closed his eyes, listening to the little girl's crying and sniffles and the torture slut's moans. If he had to get rid of this cute little bitch, he might as well give her a special send-off. There was something he had been wanting to try for a while...

He opened his eyes to see his Mother and the chef, a slightly chubby 'special" man but a great cook, waiting patiently for him to address them. "We"re going to have a special send-off for this clumsy little bitch. Tomorrow, shave her clean and wash her, inside and out. We"re going to shove a spit from her cunt to her mouth and roast her for dinner."

Billy sat back, listening to her shrieks and cries as the chef led her off to the kitchen. Maybe he could arrange it so he could fuck her ass while she was being spitted.

He wondered what she would taste like. If it was as good as he hoped, he would make it a weekly event. A whole new area of sensation to explore.

The Demon in the Amulet had been keeping careful track of Billy's progress. By his reckoning, Billy was now the Most Evil Man Alive. Given a few decades, he might well succeed to the Most Evil Person in History. Quite a feather in the Demon's cap (so far as Hell was concerned). And the best part was, the Demon hadn't actively tried to influence Billy for the last five years! He was doing it all by himself now.

The thing most people don't realize is that only people truly aware of their actions and the consequences were eligible for a "Most Evil" position. Much evil is done by people who simply don't realize the effects of their actions. Maybe they don't think about their actions from anyone else's point of view. Maybe they are simply ignorant, stupid or unbalanced. Such people may contribute to the general evil in the world, and they will generally end up in Hell, but they usually aren't Evil in and of themselves.

However, Billy saw the suffering, mental and physical, that he inflicted. He reveled in it. Billy was now Evil and well on his way to being EVIL.

If Billy were to have this explained to him, it would make no difference. His conscience was dead, and he was having too much fun to change.

If Billy had had this explained to him when he was young and had known what he was going to become when he grew up, he probably would have thrown away the amulet or committed suicide to prevent such a future. But the corruption had proceeded slowly and carefully, a step at a time. Experience the rush, enjoy it, wallow in it long enough and it starts losing its effect. Lacking the will power to stop, becoming slave to his lusts, Billy would taste the next level of sensation, just a bit more violent or a bit more degrading or a bit more dominating. Soon a taste was not enough, and Billy would immerse himself completely in the new sensations, exploring them, drowning his conscience in the rush. And so it went...