The Master Gene Ch. 02

No, not Master, Derrick. She had to be careful and not even think of him as Master. If she slipped and accidentally called him Master out loud, that would be very bad for him. Even in the best case scenario where everyone thought she was making some sort of joke at his expense, Amanda would realize the truth and if she was going to succeed in making her realize her true purpose in life, she was going to need Amanda to trust her.

Still, it felt somehow wrong to refer to Derrick as anything but Master. The thought had concerned Sarah for some time now, but she couldn't see a way around it...unless.

Of course! She simply needed to realize that what Derrick really meant, was Master. That way she could call him Derrick to her heart's content and no one need ever know that when she called him Derrick, what she meant was that she was calling him, her Derrick.

Once that had been decided Sarah's body relaxed, as though finally relieved. She hadn't even noticed how tense she'd been, probably because she was still dealing with her issues from that morning.

Derrick's mom had dropped her off at her house that morning so that she could get changed into something more....appropriate for school that day. She'd reached the point then that she could be away from Derrick for a little while, though it was hard for her. Only the knowledge that she'd see him again once she got to school had made it bearable at all.

Knowing that sooner she finished the sooner she got to see Derrick again, she'd gotten herself dressed as quickly as possible, pausing only to put on the bare minimum of make-up and to pour her pills down the drain.

Her pills. Derrick would probably not approve if she'd asked him in advance about doing that, which is why she hadn't mentioned it to him at all. After coming down a bit from her giddy high of the previous day, she'd regained a little bit of herself. Not that Derrick's desires weren't still her top priority, it's just that they were no longer her ONLY priority.

Case in point the pills. She'd thrown them out for one single purpose, she wanted Derrick's babies.

The reason was personal as well as practical. The personal reason was simple to understand. She wanted his babies because she did. She wanted physical proof that she belonged to him. The only thing she felt bad about that was there wasn't enough time before graduation for her to really show it. She desperately wanted to waddle her way up to the podium to accept her diploma with a belly that looked about to burst. Sadly even if she got pregnant today, she'd only be barely showing a baby bump by the time they graduated and that would be easily concealed by the graduation gown, so that desire wasn't going to be fulfilled.

The practical was somewhat more complicated. She knew that she couldn't hide her relationship with Derrick forever, so she had to find some way to normalize it. She'd come up with the plan that she'd convince the school that she was only dating him to set him up for an epic fall, only to accidentally fuck it up by getting herself pregnant.

And since she 'didn't believe in 'getting an abortion,' her only option then would be to marry him. She rather liked the idea, though she'd have to be careful to make sure everyone knew it was Derrick's baby and not someone else's. She definitely didn't want people to think Derrick was a cuck.

As for the other two, well too fucking bad for them. Ms. Heller was almost a decade older than Derrick anyway and even if that didn't disqualify her, the fact that her marrying Derrick so soon after he'd been her student would have people asking far too many questions about when their relationship began.

As for Amanda, Well Sarah felt a little bad for her, but when it came to Derrick, the first one to get pregnant wins.

But that was for later. For the moment she needed to concentrate on making the other two fall to Derrick's charms with a minimum of fuss. So which one should she concentrate on first?

The decision was made for her when she saw Ms. Heller's hand begin to slip under the desk and down towards her skirt. Ms. Heller was just about to start masturbating in front of everyone. For the moment the desk was hiding what was about to happen, but Sarah knew that if she didn't act quickly someone in the class was going to notice and that couldn't be allowed to happen. So, she quickly got up and loudly marched over to the desk.

She saw that the noise she was making made Ms. Heller realize what she was about to do and her hand quickly jerked away from her skirt. She then turned and looked over at Sarah as she put her test down in front of her.

Ms. Heller gave her a smile as she put her test down, but her eyes were telling a different story. Judging just by the eyes it looked like Ms. Heller wanted to jump over that desk and beat the shit out of her then and there. That seemed odd. All she'd done was interrupt her masturbation session, so why was she so angry with her?

Oh right, her previous bitch self had bullied Derrick. Obviously that was a very good reason to hate her. What she didn't know of course was that that Sarah was already dead, replaced by a Sarah that was far superior to the old version.

Still this did convince her that she had to concentrate on Ms. Heller for now, since she needed her to join the group before she did anything rash. "Ms. Heller?" She asked.

"What is it?" Ms. Heller responded in a voice that sounded like she was straining her hardest to remain civil.

"Can I talk to you after class?"

Ms. Heller gave her a conflicted look. It seems that she really wanted to turn her down, but the part of her that was still a teacher knew that she needed to make time to help her students whenever possible. That battle played out inside of her until Ms. Heller sighed and simply responded with, "Sure."

Sarah smiled and thanked her before heading back to her seat. Now all she had to do was to set the trap and watch Ms. Heller walk right into it. Once that had happened, then they could properly make up, possibly with a make-out session for Derrick's enjoyment.

Amanda sulked as she ate her lunch. The test had gone about as bad as she'd feared. She couldn't concentrate on any of the questions in front of her and had to catch herself several times when she'd been writing Derrick as the answer to multiple questions. At this point she'd be shocked if she'd gotten any of the questions right.

To make matters worse, Sarah was sitting right next to her looking just fine and relaxed despite everything that bastard had done to them.

"Are you okay?" Sarah asked her.

"I'm not going to do it," she responded in a low groan.

"Do what?"

"I'm not going to swear that stupid oath and you know it. I'm not going to let him win."

Sarah simply looked at her, her face full of concern, before she looked to her side and a mischievous grin appeared on her face. "Watch this," she said before turning around and waving her hand in the air.

Amanda could only look on stunned as she realized that Sarah was waving at Derrick. "Hey Derrick," Sarah shouted, loud enough so that the entire cafeteria could hear her. "I hope you enjoyed my little present this morning!"

Derrick turned red then and fast walked his way out of the cafeteria to the sound of laughter behind him. Amanda however was shocked beyond belief. She slowly turned towards her best friend and asked her, "How did you do that?"

Sarah leaned in and whispered into her ear, "Just swear the oath and cum your brains out. Once you do, you'll feel so much more in control of yourself."

"Really?" Amanda asked quietly, unable to keep the slight bit of hope out of her voice.

"Trust me," Sarah responded with a confident grin. "I feel better now than I've felt at any time this whole month!"

Amanda put her head down and contemplated what Sarah had told her. It couldn't really be that easy, could it? But look at Sarah, she'd said the oath and she was clearly far from being a sex slave. She'd even apparently regained the ability to bully Derrick. If she could do that, perhaps she could better force him to fix her.

But that would also mean saying the oath, and she'd promised herself she'd never do that. So, instead of making a choice, Sarah simply struggled inside, unsure of just what she should do.

Derrick rushed out of the cafeteria, his face red with embarrassment. He honestly didn't know how she could be so brazen about what she'd done. I mean, here she was in front of everyone asking him how he liked the blowjob she'd given him that morning.

Not that he hadn't enjoyed it of course. He'd woken up that morning to the feeling of Sarah's tongue slowly licking his penis all the way from the bottom to the top. As he suddenly fidgeted, she looked up at him and a happy grin appeared on her face. "Good Morning Master," she'd said.

"What are you doing?" he'd stupidly asked her, as if it wasn't blatantly obvious what was happening.

Sarah for her part, looked at him with confusion. "I'm taking care of our morning wood Master, just like a good slave should."

That's when the events of yesterday caught up with him. Her coming to his house, them having sex and of course what had happened after. He started to lean up so he could push her off of him, but before he could she took his penis into her mouth. As her tongue began to deftly wriggle around the tip of his penis, he lost control of himself and laid back down. The heat of her mouth as she began to bob her head up and down and her tongue moved all along the base of his penis like it was some sort of octopus. It wasn't long before he started to feel his orgasm coming up.

As though sensing it herself, Sarah suddenly pushed her head down until it reached the base of his penis. At that exact moment he'd had enough and he came directly into her mouth. Sarah held herself there as his cum poured into her. Only once his orgasm stopped did she slowly pull herself off of him. Once she did though, she looked him straight in the eyes and opened her mouth so he could see the cum she still had held inside, before closing her mouth and swallowing, opening her mouth afterwards to show that she had indeed swallowed it all.

Derrick still didn't know how he should feel about all of this. He'd never even had a girlfriend before and now one of the hottest girls in school was dedicated to serving his cock. This was all crazy.

And now Ms. Heller had asked to speak with him after school. He didn't know what that was about but it likely had something to do with either Sarah or Amanda. He just hoped he could keep her from realizing the truth.

Ms. Heller sat behind the desk in her office, fidgeting nervously. Classes were over, so any minute now Derrick was going to come walking through that door. She needed to keep her composure however. Especially since sitting in on the chairs across from her was Sarah.

Sarah. Just looking at her made her vision go red. She, along with her accomplice Amanda, had been the ones that had seriously hurt Derrick with that stunt they'd pulled in her class (had he really been hurt that bad? Why couldn't she remember?). If it had been up to her, she'd rot in a jail cell for the rest of her miserable life.

But it wasn't up to her, and she was still her teacher, so she had to maintain at least the semblance of professionalism. And that meant agreeing to this face to face Sarah had planned.

Sarah had stayed to talk with her after class. She'd given her some story about how she felt terrible for what she'd done to Derrick and just wanted to apologize to him. But Derrick naturally had been avoiding her, leaving her no chance to actually talk to him. The idea that Derrick had been avoiding her was the one part that Ms. Heller could actually believe.

Sarah had then practically begged her to call Derrick to meet with her after school. Once he was there, Sarah could, in the presence of Ms. Heller herself of course, properly apologize to him and hopefully clear the air between them. Frankly she thought the whole idea was ludicrous.

However she was also a teacher and it was therefore her job to try and foster an understanding between her students. Even ones that didn't deserve it.

So here she was, arranging the meeting after all. She still didn't know what Sarah was really planning with this farce, but whatever it was, she was going to see it blow up in her face.

It was at that moment that Derrick walked into her office. He paused as he stepped inside and saw Sarah sitting there, then continued in and took the seat next to her. Ms. Heller could clearly see the nervousness on his face, no doubt terrified of whatever Sarah was about to do.

"I suppose you're wondering why I called you in here?" she began.

"Yeah," Derrick said after a short pause, seemingly unsure of exactly what he should say.

"Well for that, I believe Sarah here should explain."

She nodded then in Sarah's direction, letting her know that it was her turn to speak.

"Okay," Sarah said before taking a deep breath. She then looked up to stare at Derrick directly in the eyes before saying, "I just wanted to properly apologize for what Amanda and I did to you. It was wrong and I should never have taken part in it."

Derrick seemed taken aback by this. "Why are you saying this?" he asked her, apparently confused.

"Because I know what I did was wrong. I've been thinking all this time about how I could make it up to you and I think I've figured it out."

"And what's that?" he responded, fearful of whatever it was she was going to say next.

"I think the only thing to do is for me to serve you for the rest of my life as your dedicated sex slave."

"WHAT!!!!" Ms. Heller screamed, suddenly grateful for the room's soundproofing making sure that nobody heard Sarah's insane declaration.

"I think it's only natural," Sarah replied as though she hadn't just mouthed utter nonsense. "Derrick needs a slave, and since no one else has offered themselves up, I'm going to take the job."

Ms. Heller leaned over her desk, bringing her as close as she could get without actually walking over to where she was. "What makes you think," she said, her voice filled with a quiet rage, "that you deserve to be Derrick's slave?"

"What did you just say?" came a voice to her right.

Ms. Heller went white as she slowly turned to face Derrick. In her rage she'd let slip out her innermost thoughts and Derrick had heard it."It's just....I was..." she started stuttering, completely unsure of what to say.

"I think what she's trying to say is she wants the job herself," Sarah said with a smug grin.

Ms. Heller turned back to her in a rage. She wanted to jump over her desk and slam her into the ground. But something was stopping her. Some deep part of her told her that she couldn't do that, but she didn't know why. So instead she stood before in impotent fury. "You....you...!!" was all she could get out through her anger.

"Is what she said true?" Derrick asked her.

Ms. Heller took a deep breath then and tried to calm down. It didn't matter how it had happened, the cat was out of the bag now, and Derrick at least deserved her honesty.

I was going to wait until you graduated. It's just that...I'm your teacher. If I pledged myself to you now, that would be wrong."

"The only thing wrong is denying who you are," Sarah responded, a look of determination on her face before it melted into something more sympathetic. "Listen,' she said. "I lied about a few things. I'm not offering myself up to Derrick. I've already done it."

She looked at Sarah in shock as she continued. "That's right, I'm already his slave, and as his slave, it's my job to know what Master wants so I can give it to him and I know he wants you. All of this was just so I could get you to admit to what you wanted too."

"Sarah," Derrick warned.

"Master, I think it's clear by now that she's one of us. There's nothing you can do about it, so we might as well embrace it."

Ms. Heller didn't know what Sarah was talking about, but she understood one thing. "Is it true? Do you really want someone like me?" she asked.

Derrick looked at her carefully, then sighed as he answered, "Honestly, yes. I've always wanted you."

It was at that moment that she felt something inside of her snap. She couldn't take it any longer. She immediately shoved all of the stuff off her desk. Before anyone else could react to this she climbed onto the desk and spread her legs out, revealing her bare pussy. Reaching down she spread her pussy lips, giving Derrick a good view inside of her as she said, "I pledge myself to serving you as your dedicated sex slave. Now please Master, use this bitch slut's holes to satisfy any desire you want."

Derrick still couldn't believe this was happening. When Sarah all but proclaimed herself to be his sex slave, right in front of their teacher no less, he'd figured that this was going to end in screaming, parent teacher conferences, and ultimately, his powers being found out. Instead it's ended with Ms. Heller baring her pussy to him and begging him to fuck her and make her his slave as well.

To his right Sarah was watching the whole scene with a look of triumph on her face. Derrick made a mental note that he was going to have to give her a stern talking to later. Sure this had worked out, but she'd basically bet everything on the idea that she was right. Well Derrick wasn't that big of a gambler and even if he was, he'd prefer it if he was aware he was making a gamble in advance.

But that was a fleeting thought, because right now he had to deal with what was right in front of him. Ms. Heller was sitting on her desk, her skirt hiked up past her ass and her legs spread out to give a perfect look at her pussy. She wasn't even wearing any panties, which meant he got a good look at her untrimmed bush. He just wished that she was doing this because she really wanted him and not because his power had brainwashed her. Still, it was too late to do anything about it now. He could only take responsibility the only way he knew how.

Mind you, that didn't mean he couldn't take some enjoyment out of this. He walked up to her, standing over her like a lord looking over his domain and said, "I've always wanted to see you naked."

That was all the hint he needed to give. Ms. Heller began pulling off her clothes in the awkward dance of someone who wasn't sure if they should take their clothes off as quickly as possible, or if they should try to do a seductive strip-tease first.

The result was still the same in the end. Ms. Heller sat at the edge of her desk, naked in front of him, with her clothes strewn all around. As Derrick stared at her awesome body he noticed something. He couldn't see her nipples. When he leaned in to get a closer look, he saw why. Her nipples were inverted.

"Wow, I didn't realize this was actually real," he exclaimed.

Rather than reply, Ms. Heller merely looked down to the side, her face red with embarrassment. Derrick didn't care about that, he was too enamored with what he saw. He quickly cupped her breasts in his hands and began sucking on her left nipple. As his tongue attempted to reach into the little hole her nipple was hiding in, Ms. Heller gave a moan of pure need. "Please," she said. "I need it, please give it to me."

As she said these words he could feel a pair of hands go to work on his belt. Not breaking contact with Ms. Heller's breasts, he nevertheless moved his eyes downwards to see Sarah giving him a friendly thumbs up as she pulled his pants down to his ankles.

Knowing when to take a hint, Derrick reached down to Ms. Heller's ass and pulled her in close. Once her body came into contact with his cock, she began to grind herself on him, slowly increasing his pleasure as she began to rub her pussy juices all over his cock. Derrick grinded along with her as he kept sucking on her nipple, before finally having enough. He pushed her away, leaving her lying on her back on the desk. Once there, he repositioned himself and with one thrust, buried his cock deep into her cunt.