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This story is fiction intended for mature adults. It contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts. Do not read this if you are a minor or easily offended. (In fact, I recommend you exit this directory/group if you fit in either category.)

There is no safe sex in this story. This either means that the characters are idiots or the story takes place in a universe without sexually transmitted diseases -- take your pick.

Demon Amulet by NGB Chap 3 -- Amy (mf,yng,oral,mc)

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, te 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 strokd 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 don 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, consiering. 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 tablesin 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 strokig 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 finger, 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 lit, 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. illy 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 hou 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.

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