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Subject: Demon Amulet 6 (mF,mf,inc,pedo,mc) Date: 18 Oct 1995 12:24:13 -0400 From: ngb10243@aol.com (N G B10243) Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories 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 6 -- The Family Coven (mF,mf,inc,pedo,mc)
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 suh 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 culdn'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 o 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 th 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 dor 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 i 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 nd 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 ging 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
womn 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.
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