The Master Gene

AMY'S POV

If Amy had had any doubts about how far her sister's will had been broken, seeing her now would have immediately ended them.

Seriously, she had answered the door dressed in a disgusting maids outfit that had been clearly designed to incite lust in any man that saw her. Amy was worried now that she may already be too late to save her.

She pushed that thought away as she quickly walked into the house, pushing her still shocked sister to the side before she could try to block her access. "So this is what you've been up to," she said as looked around the room.

She heard the door shut behind before hearing the voice of her sister ask her, "What are you doing here?"

Amanda sounded flustered. Clearly she didn't know what to do with this situation. "Why shouldn't I be? You did invite me after all."

Her sister paused for a moment before responding with, "Fine. I'm getting a drink, do you want anything?"

"Sure," she replied, though in truth she had no actual intention of drinking anything here. Even if she wasn't dealing with a severe lack of sleep there was too much risk that whatever she drank would be spiked with something that may incapacitate her for her liking. She did however need to give at least the impression that she was unaware of the danger, at least for now.

A few moments later Amanda walked back in, carrying two glasses of what looked like orange juice and sat down, putting both glasses on the table in front of her, though not before taking extra care to put them down on coasters first. Afterwards the two looked at each other for some time, the silence building between them, Amy finally decided that there was no point in beating around the bush and that the best route forward was to challenge her directly. "I know about Derrick," she told her.

A brief look of surprise flashed across her face, before she settled into a more guarded expression. "So what? I pulled a prank on him and it blew up in my face. You intend to get on my case about it too?" she finally responded.

Prank? She honestly didn't know what her sister was talking about. Did she try to summon a demon as part of some practical joke? That couldn't be right, could it? Well whatever it was she was talking about it was unimportant for now. What was important was...

"I mean that I know he's enslaved your soul."

Amanda's expression changed then. She couldn't quite make it out, but if she had to guess, it would probably be one of disbelief. "Is this some religious thing I'm not aware of?"

"Amanda, please take this seriously. This Derrick is a literal demon in disguise. He's entrapped your soul and is corrupting you even as we speak. You need to break free."

"Sorry but while Derrick may be a lot of things, one thing he isn't, is a demon.," Amanda retorted.

Amy groaned with frustration. "Then explain to me what you're wearing," she challenged.

Amanda's face showed a combination of anger and defensiveness. "I'm a maid, so this is my uniform."

"Really?" Amy responded, her voice rising along with her anger. "Look around you. Does this look like the home of someone who could afford a live-in maid? Not to mention one that apparently would pay well enough for you to willingly dress in a uniform that's sole purpose seems to be to say 'please have sex with me!'"

That last part was said in almost a scream. Amanda looked at her in shock, but then just stared harder at her before finally asking, her voice filled with concern, "Are you okay?"

She was trying to change the subject. She was clearly doing everything in her power to do anything except just admit the truth right in front of her eyes. Amy knew she was going to have a hard time reaching her, but still this obstinance filled her with rage. She practically jumped out of her chair as she screamed at her, "I'M JUST FINE!!! YOU'RE THE ONE....who...."

As she started to yell, the entire room suddenly spun around her. She started wobbling on her legs and just as she was about to fall over, she felt her sister next to her, holding onto her. She then looked down as her vision swam and noticed the drinks on the table.

Of course! She must have drugged the drink. She didn't remember actually drinking anything, but it was the only explanation for what was happening. She'd been careless and fallen right into the Demon's trap. "You...why?" was all she could get out before her mind finally shut down and darkness took her.

AMANDA'S POV

Amy looked terrible. That was the first thought that went through Amanda's head when she opened the door to see her sister there in front of her. Her eyes seemed bloodshot and there were huge rings around her eyes, evidence that she hadn't been sleeping. For some reason, despite it being the middle of summer she was wearing a full jacket as well. But before she could process just what she was seeing Amy pushed her way past, clumsily staggering her way inside and towards the living room. "So this is what you've been up to," she heard Amy say in a bleary voice.

"What are you doing here,' Amanda asked her, partially in surprise at her finding where she's been staying, but also a question about why she was here instead of in bed recuperating from whatever was obviously affecting her.

"Why shouldn't I be? You did invite me after all," Amy called back, seemingly oblivious to her current condition.

Amanda paused to wonder about that before deciding that it wasn't worth arguing with her sister about. "Fine. I'm getting a drink, do you want anything?" she called out.

She heard Amy call out, "Fine," from the living room as she opened the refrigerator. She needed something that might help Amy that wouldn't seem too out of place. Liquor was off the table, seeing as she was too worried about what it would do to Amy in her current state. Likewise coffee was out as well seeing as she had a feeling that her sister was far too caffeinated as it were. Sighing to herself, she decided on some orange juice. It wasn't much, but hopefully it would help. She poured two glasses and took them out to the living room before setting them down on the table (but not before putting some coasters down first. This table belonged to Derrick after all, it wouldn't be good to damage it).

A bit of silence then followed. Amanda sipped her drink in a vain hope that her sister might take a drink as well while she pondered exactly what she was going to say to her sister before Amy beat her to the punch. "I know about Derrick," Amy told her.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!! Okay, calm down. First she just needs to check her memory and see what it was she told her. Now if she remembered correctly the last time she talked to her sister was just before she was enslaved. In that conversation she'd told her that she'd finally found her true Master and they had talked about Amy coming down during the summer so she could meet Derrick and pledge herself to him too.

This was the problem with being brainwashed like she was. Most of her memories were still the same of course, but there were a number of memories that had been added or altered and since they felt just as real as any other memory it had it could be really hard sometimes to tell which ones were the real ones and which ones weren't.

Like for example, she had a distinct memory of having Jordan fuck her from behind so she could fantasize that it was Derrick that was fucking her. She was pretty certain that it was a fake memory. She would have normally placed this memory on the pile of things that never happened, but then why does Amy know about him? It was best to play it careful and assume that she knew about him due to the incident as opposed to anything specific.

"So what? I pulled a prank on him and it blew up in my face. You intend to get on my case about it too?" she finally responded.

Amy seemed a bit confused when she said that. After a moment though she shook her head as though trying to get the cobwebs out before responding with, "I mean that I know he's enslaved your soul."

That statement was way too close to the truth as far as Amanda was concerned. Frankly she couldn't understand how she knew this at all. Based on what she'd heard from Sarah, she shouldn't have been able to tell Amy anything about what was going on. She decided to probe her by asking, "Is this some religious thing I'm not aware of?"

"Amanda, please take this seriously. This Derrick is a literal demon in disguise. He's entrapped your soul and is corrupting you even as we speak. You need to break free."

She almost laughed when she heard Amy tell her this. How could she be so close to the truth, but also so completely wrong. "Sorry but while Derrick may be a lot of things, one thing he isn't, is a demon," she said, almost jokingly.

She heard Amy groan then before retorting with, "Then explain to me what you're wearing,"

That made her a bit angry. She'd worked really hard getting her hands on this outfit. It was the perfect symbol of her new life. How dare Amy insult it. "I'm a maid, so this is my uniform," she told her angrily.

"Really? Look around you. Does this look like the home of someone who could afford a live-in maid? Not to mention one that apparently would pay well enough for you to willingly dress in a uniform that's sole purpose seems to be to say 'please have sex with me!'"

Amy's voice all the way through until by the end she practically screaming at her. Amanda was in shock because she couldn't understand exactly what was upsetting her. Sure the outfit screamed 'please have sex with me,' but that was exactly why she choose it. She began to wonder if maybe this was an excuse to avoid whatever was really wrong with her. "Are you okay?" she asked, worried for her health.

Amy then practically jumped out of her seat as she screamed, "I'M JUST FINE!!! YOU'RE THE ONE....who....," before suddenly swooning where she stood.

Sensing something was wrong Amanda jumped out of her seat and leapt over the coffee table just in time to grab her sister before she tumbled to the ground. As she held her she heard her mumble out, "You...why?" before passing out completely.

She didn't know what Amy was trying to tell her, but she didn't really have time for that now. Instead she carefully lowered her sister down to the ground and laid her out on the floor. The first thing she did was take her jacket off as, in this weather, she was worried about Amy overheating.

As soon as she did though, she noticed the bruises on her wrists. She'd seen these types of bruises before when she'd had Derrick cuff her to the bed one night so they could have some fun restraint play. Unfortunately neither of them had thought about getting padded cuffs which had left her with some nasty bruises and a severe talking to from Sarah about taking proper precautions before sex.

So clearly Amy had been getting restrained, but she highly doubted her hyper-religious, no sex before marriage sister was getting quite that freaky.

That was when all the clues finally connected. Amy's clear lack of sleep, not to mention her knowledge about Derrick and what he could do. Amy had been linked, just like she was.

Amanda didn't know how this could be possible, but everything else made sense. She knew from what she'd been told that she'd been avoiding sleep as much as possible when she was being brainwashed, so it made sense that Amy would do the same. She also knew that when she did sleep, after she woke up, she'd masturbate to thoughts of Derrick. Knowing her sister, if the choice was between self-harm and daring to touch her pussy in any way that wasn't clinical, she'd choose to harm herself every time.

So her sister had come here, probably thinking she was going to save Amanda from Derrick's evil clutches, but in reality she was here because this was where her Master, Derrick, was. All that was left now was what Amanda was going to do.

Her first thought was to call Derrick and tell him what was going on. However she quickly threw that idea out for now. Derrick was currently out trying to get a part-time job for the summer to make some extra cash before he started college. It would be wrong of her to interrupt that right now.

Sarah was out for exactly the same reason. On a personal level she also didn't want her involved as given her sister's personality, she thought Sarah would only make things worse.

Judy was currently running errands, but Amanda didn't want to call her as she was worried someone might overhear something and realize that she was staying at Judy's home.

That just left Derrick's family and she immediately eliminated them as well since she didn't want to involve any of them without Derrick's permission first.

That left only one option. She just had to wait until Judy got back, explain everything to her, and then the two of them could wait until Derrick's day was done so they could call him and let him make the decision.

In the meantime she didn't think it would be a good idea to leave her sister lying on the floor. She reached down and grabbed her sister by the armpits and began to drag her down the hallway towards her room. She was glad as she did this that the house was a single story one, as she did not want to risk what could happen as she tried to carry Amy up the stairs.

It took a little bit of work but she finally got Amy into her room and on her bed. Once she was there, Amanda began to take her clothes off, as it wasn't a good idea for her to be dirtying the bed with her clothing. She paused for a moment when it came to her underwear, but deciding that it would be better for her if she had easy access to her pussy and breasts when she started to masturbate, she slipped them off as well.

After she finished, she took a quick look around the room to make sure there shouldn't be anything that would be a major shock to the system when Amy woke up. Fortunately there wasn't much in the room at all besides the bed. Just a clothes drawer, a lamp, an alarm clock and a lovely picture of Derrick she had taken when he had been sleeping so that she could always wake up to the sight of Derrick's cock. Yes, everything seemed to be perfectly normal.

Amy nodded with satisfaction before she closed the door quietly so she could let her sister sleep.

DERRICK'S POV

"So let me see if I understand this correctly. You have a twin sister?"

Yes."

"And for whatever reason it just never occurred to you to tell me about this."

Amanda shrugged. "She lives with our mom in another state entirely. Hell before today the last time I actually saw her face to face was two years ago."

Derrick groaned in frustration as he felt a headache coming on. It was a shame too as the day had started out real well. He'd been going around with Sarah applying to any shop he thought he had a reasonable shot at when he'd run into his cousin Ben.

He was actually working at the grocery store Derrick was applying to as he'd moved into town after he'd graduated. Derrick was a little miffed that he hadn't told him this, but apparently after Sarah had delivered her bomb at graduation, he'd been a bit too out of it to pay attention to anything else he'd been told.

Still, it was cool that he'd be able to spend more time with his cousin now and he even promised to put a good word in for him with the manager, so there was a good chance he might actually get to have some spending cash when he started his college life. Then he'd gotten the call that began his headache and he'd been feeling it ever since. "That's all very well and good, but it does me no good when I get a call to come in as fast as I can only to find out when I do that you not only have a twin sister, but she's through some strange form of 'twin magic' somehow ALSO been linked to me and is currently sleeping in your bed, supposedly just waiting for me to claim her."

"To be fair, I can't be sure she's ready for you to claim her just yet."

"Why not?" Sarah piped in. "After all, once he fucks her then she'll be one of us."

Derrick just sat there, his face in his hands. "I'm not going to rape her," he said through clenched teeth.

"Why not, you raped all of us," Sarah honestly asked.

Derrick rolled his eyes at that as he stood up. Then he pointed at Sarah before saying, "You seduced me." Then he pointed at Judy and said, "You begged me to fuck you." Finally he pointed at Amanda before adding, "And you gave me permission before I did anything."

Sarah looked like she wanted to retort to that, but wisely she decided to keep her mouth shut.

It got quiet then as his girls sat there and waited for him to make a decision. That the decision would ultimately be his was just another piece that was quietly worrying him. He'd become increasingly comfortable with his control over his girl's lives, something that had come back to bite him when he found out about Sarah and Amanda's pregnancies. He needed to really think hard about the consequences of what was going on.

FInally he stood up from his seat. "I want to talk to her, so we're going to have to wait until I can do that."

"But there's no telling how long she's going to be asleep, not to mention the fact that she won't be able to have any kind of a conversation until after she finishes masturbating," Sarah complained.

"That's enough! Master has made his decision," Judy quickly shot back, silencing Sarah.

"We're just going to have to wait," Derrick responded, ending the argument there. He then turned around, putting his back to the girls while he headed to the kitchen to get something to eat. He knew that since they were going to have to wait he'd need to stay over until she was awake. That meant he was going to need plenty to eat so he could keep his stamina up.

AMY'S POV

Amy didn't know how long she'd slept, trapped in a nightmare of perversion. All she really knew was that when she did wake up, it was still early in the morning. Despite this there was still enough light that she could see.

And what a sight there was in front of her. A picture of the Demon had been laid out in front of her. It was an overhead shot, taken of him while he slept. She could see his slender build, his hairless chest and of course his...

She instantly tried to look away from the glorious beautiful,,,,filth in front of her, but she couldn't move her head. Instead she found herself forced to look at the Demon's....thing as she suddenly felt something entering her....lower half.

At first she thought it was the demon, forcing himself upon her, but she soon realized the horrible truth. Her hands had been left unbound while she slept and now that they were free they were desecrating her purity. Already she could feel it as two of her fingers began to slip into a place that was ever only meant to be entered by her lawfully wedded husband. Worse, her other hand had begun to grope her chest as well.

It seemed the demon wasn't going to be satisfied until he'd forced her to defile every single part of herself before he had his wicked way with her. So he continued to control her limbs as her legs parted to make it easier for her fingers to manipulate around her and increase the amount of unholy pleasure that was cascading through her.

And despite all of this, she was still unable to turn her head and look away from the....beautiful thing in front of her. It was mesmerizing. She'd never seen a man's reproductive organ before and from tales she'd always figured it would look like something disgusting that she'd just have to put up with in order to do her duty as a good wife. But this, this thing was pure beauty. No doubt that was exactly what the demon intended when he fashioned his purity slaying rod.

The image of that thing only increased her sensitivity, causing the pleasure to wash over her. She felt something terrifying building up inside of her. She knew that once it came over her, she'd be swallowed whole by it. But still, she was unable to fight it as this feeling built and built and built until finally....it stopped.