The Master Gene Ch. 03

Amanda felt great. Honestly she didn't know why she hadn't listened to Sarah earlier. When she woke up this Saturday she'd begun what had become her daily masturbation. This time however, when she'd been just about to reach her climax, she finally gave in and swore the oath.

The moment she did, she felt some barrier shatter and she finally came. Once she started to come down however she felt another orgasm wash over her, and then another, and then another, as every orgasm that she'd been denied for the entire month seemed to come back to her one after the other.

The result was that she'd spent over an hour in her room cumming her brains out.

When she came to, she felt relaxed, at peace. It felt as if this weight that she'd been carrying all this time had finally been lifted from her. She finally understood what Sarah had said about this making it easier for her to deal with all the rest of what Derrick had been doing to her.

It was then that her phone rang.

Looking down to check the number, she groaned when she noticed who was calling. It was Amy, her twin sister.

That she had an identical twin was not widely known. It's not that surprising, since they didn't live together. Her parents had gotten divorced when they were both little kids. Mom had become a very hard core evangelical and dad had just one day had enough of it.

When the divorce had happened the judge had decided to let them decide who they wanted to live with. She'd chosen dad, and Amy had chosen mom.

Ever since their relationship had been....strained. Her mom had left town to live closer to her new church, so the two of them didn't have much time to talk with each other. Beyond that, every time they did talk, Amy had gotten more and more preachy with her. I mean, she didn't even approve of her and Jordan having sex, despite the fact that she knew the two of them intended to get married after graduation.

Stil, she was her sister, so she owed it to her to at least take her call. "What's up?" she asked by way of greeting.

"Are you okay?"

That confused her. "What do you mean?"

"It's just a feeling."

"Amy, I swear, if this is about me and Jordan again..."

"It's not. Yes you should have waited until marriage, but this is something different."

Amanda had a sinking feeling that she knew what Amy was talking about. "Explain," she told her.

"It started about a month ago. I've been having this real bad feeling, like something has latched onto you. Recently that feeling's been getting worse, like you're being dragged down somewhere below the surface where we'll never see you again."

Oh god, somehow she knew. Amanda didn't know how this was possible, but somehow Amy could feel what had been happening to her. She immediately began to tell her everything. "I really don't know what to say. I'm just fine. Honestly I haven't felt better in quite awhile."

"Really?"

"Look if you're really that worried, well why don't you just come down. It'll be summer soon and we can spend a little time catching up and you can see that everything's fine."

Damn it! Even now, with her feeling so much more in control of herself, she still couldn't tell anyone about Derrick and his fucking brainwashing. Instead she had to sit here and pretend that everything was fine while she listened to the silence on the other side of the phone.

Finally she heard a reply. "I'm going to need to check with mom first."

Of course she did. Mom controlled every aspect of Amy's life, so of course there was no way that she could commit to anything without getting her approval first.

"That's fine, just let me know when you have an answer okay?"

"Sure."

Amanda hung up after that and put her phone down. That little conversation had wrecked her glorious feeling. Sighing she got up to go take a shower. As she walked out of her room she decided that she might as well masturbate in the shower. After all, she had a surefire way to cum now and it would help her calm down....

Something was definitely wrong. Amy was certain of it now. She'd been a little uncertain, but when Amanda had asked her to come visit, she knew. Amanda would never under normal circumstances actually ask her to come visit. That she had could only mean one thing.

The demon. In her dreams she saw him, pulling her sister. Dragging her down to hell.

Amy steeled herself as she prepared for what was to come. She knew God had sent her this vision to help her save her sister's soul. Still, she wasn't ready just yet. As she got up to go to her bible study class she ran through a list of what she'd need to help her with this.

This was going to be harder since she couldn't go to her mother. She would think this was just some excuse she was making to try and abandon her. She wouldn't understand that this she was doing this to fulfill God's will.

Still, though it would take longer, she'd be ready in time. She was going to save her sister and this demon named Derrick would feel her wrath.

Derrick woke up to another blowjob, though in this case it was Judy giving him the blowjob while Sarah gave her instruction on how to do it right. Derrick quickly interrupted them to tell Sarah not to teach Judy how to do fellatio. His reasoning for this was simple: Sarah already knew how to give great head, so he was more interested in having Judy learn on her own, experimenting with new ideas, rather than have her turn into a carbon copy of Sarah.

What followed was a very sloppy, very enthusiastic blowjob that left him spurting cum onto both Sarah and Judy. He enjoyed watching them lick the cum off of each other before getting up to take a shower.

It was then that he noticed their first problem of the day. As soon as he was about to leave the room, Judy rushed up to him, still unable to leave his side, despite the fact that far more than 12 hours had already passed. Not knowing what he should do, he decided to go downstairs, Judy and Sarah in tow, and ask his dad.

"Honestly, I don't know," his dad said once he explained it to him. "Under normal circumstances, the amount of time before the link stabilizes is pretty standard. Unfortunately your situation is like nothing we've ever encountered before."

"So what am I supposed to do?"

"For now, just stay close to her."

He then looked past Derrick and called out to Judy, "Is there anything you need to do this weekend?" he asked.

"I just need to finish grading the tests they took yesterday."

"Are we going to have to sneak into the school to pick those up," Derrick asked, wincing at the thought.

"No need. I already brought them with me."

"Good, then you can work on that here and hopefully you'll be back to normal by Monday."

After saying that dad paused for a brief moment before adding, "because if you aren't, well, I don't see exactly how either of you can go to school until this is fixed."

Derrick was relaxing in his room as he watched Judy grade papers in the nude. He might have been willing to take advantage of the sight in front of him, but he was still feeling worn out from the shower itself. Judy had of course come in with him and once she was there had insisted on cleaning him herself. Derrick had fought against this (and by fought, he meant that he made some vague implication that he could wash himself only to back down the instant she declared that as his slave it was her duty to personally clean every inch of him), but had lost. Unsurprisingly that cleaning had turned into a fucking as she tried to clean his cock with the insides of her pussy.

Sarah was away at the moment, having left to gather both a change of clothes for herself, but also getting the keys to Judy's house so she can gather some new outfits for her as well. It made sense since they didn't know how long they'd be stuck here and Sarah was the only free to move about. That she was gathering some clothes for herself was simply because she wasn't about to leave Judy alone with him for too long.

"Derrick, could you help me with this?" Judy called out to him.

"What is it?" he answered as he got up and approached the desk she was sitting at.

When he arrived Judy showed him the latest test she was about to get started grading. It only took a brief moment for him to realize that the test in front of him was his.

"What grade do you want me to give you Derrick?"

Derrick thought for a moment before responding. "Just grade it normally," he told her.

"Are you sure? I could just give you a perfect score after all."

"Look," he explained. "Eventually, no matter what we do, our relationship is going to leak out. Once that does, there's going to be some serious questions about when precisely we started going out. If they see you giving me unearned A's then they're going to figure out that we started dating before I graduated. So it's best if you keep your job as a teacher separate from your job as my slave, okay?"

Judy stared back at him for a moment, in awe of his selflessness. Mind you it was easy for him to be selfless about this when he knew he'd aced the test anyway.

Before anything else could happen, Sarah bounded in, carrying two bags filled with various pieces of clothing and make-up.

"All right, I'm back. Now it's time to get to work!"

"Bit late for that, we're already working," Derrick replied jokingly. For a moment he was actually surprised with himself. A few days ago he'd have had real problems having any type of a real conversation with either of these women, but here he was just bantering back with them like it was nothing. Privately he wondered if this was some part of his powers working on himself, or if it was just a natural reaction to the knowledge that he could say whatever he wanted to them and they literally couldn't use any of it against him.

Before he could really dwell on any of this however, Sarah answered him back. "Not on that boring stuff, but the real important work, Amanda."

"Oh so you're going to tell me your plan this time instead of just doing it without a thought for the consequences?"

"Hey, that was a spur of the moment thing. I really didn't have time to talk with you about it. Besides, I said I was sorry didn't I?"

Derrick sighed, "Yes you did. Still, I'm going to have to punish you at some point for it anyway."

Again, somewhere inside Derrick noted the oddity that he'd become very okay with the idea of punishing these girls. Again, before he could really dwell on it, Sarah interrupted him with, "Oh, maybe you could put me over your knee and give me a good spanking!" before turning and pointing her, incredibly shapely, ass at him.

Derrick groaned. "The plan Sarah."

"Oh right, sorry. Got distracted," Sarah responded sheepishly before turning back to tell him the plan that she'd come up with. As she spoke, Judy occasionally chimed in with her thoughts on how to better improve her plan. Derrick himself remained silent, simply smiling as the whole thing came into focus for him. Now he just had to wait until Monday and hope that Judy could finally separate from him.

It was when Derrick went to take a shower and she found herself unable to be apart from him despite the fact that she KNEW he was only going to be away for a few minutes that made Judy begin to suspect that the brainwashing she'd been told about was actually real. This of course was a serious problem for her. Not because she'd been brainwashed of course, if Derrick wanted to brainwash her into being his little slave slut, then she perfectly happy for him to do that. The real problem was her inability to separate herself from him.

If she couldn't be apart from Derrick, that was going to end up revealing their relationship to the world, which would end up being incredibly bad for Derrick. Obviously any problems for her were inconsequential compared to causing issues for him. Fortunately her need to be around him began to lessen by Sunday afternoon. By the evening she was finally able to spend some time apart from him. Mind you she still wanted to spend every second of her life around him, it was just that she didn't HAVE to anymore.

This meant that by Monday she was able return to school as though nothing had happened. She simply strolled back in, only to be called directly to the principal's office the moment she walked through the doors.

That naturally freaked her out as the first thing that came to her head was that somehow he knew about her enslavement. She took several deep breaths to calm herself down before turning to walk to the principal's office to see how bad it really was.

When she got there it only got worse. Walking in she was greeted by the sight of two policemen waiting for her. "What's going on?" she asked, trying desperately to keep her voice from sounding guilty.

One of the policemen spoke up to answer her. "Last night someone broke into the school."

Oh thank god, it was just a robbery. "Since you called me up I can presume they broke into my office then?" she responded.

"The chemistry lab actually. Specifically they broke in and stole every chemical that you had locked up in there."

Now this confused her. Certainly there were a number of dangerous chemicals in her lab, but nothing that dangerous, this was after all a high school chemistry lab. Honestly there wasn't anything there that someone couldn't have legally purchased if they were willing to go through a few hoops to get it. She couldn't see any reason why anybody would take such a huge risk just to steal her chemicals.

Still, at least this was something effectively minor. It wasn't going to derail any of Derrick's plans for the rest of the day...

Amanda walked into school feeling and looking so much better. Now that she'd gotten all that out of her system, she was able to be herself again and not think about Derrick at all, especially not about his cute little grin. Or his perfectly proportioned ass. Or his dick that could only have been created by god himself as a gift to all womankind.

Yes, it was wonderful to be herself again. Unfortunately that good feeling couldn't last. In this case it lasted just until chemistry class, when a piece of paper was suddenly placed in front of her. "Do you want to explain what exactly this is?" came the voice of her teacher, Ms. Heller.

Amanda looked down at the paper in front of her. It was the chemistry test she'd taken last friday. She looked through it and, beyond the red marks indicating incorrect answers, was the words 'FUCK DERRICK' written in big bold letters as the answer to one of her questions.

Amanda immediately blushed. She'd thought she'd erased all of those, but apparently she'd missed one. Worse,the way it was written left it looking like a threat, as opposed to what she'd actually been thinking about doing at the time (and was definitely not thinking of doing anymore, nope, definitely wasn't thinking of sliding him inside of her as she milked his dick for every drop of cum it had. Yeap, definitely wasn't doing that).

Ms. Heller waited for her to respond. When she ultimately didn't, she finally sighed and said, "Detention here, after school. Maybe then we can have a nice chat about exactly what's been going through your mind lately."

Amanda buried her face in her hands as Ms. Heller walked away. She knew that even now she couldn't tell her the truth about what was really going on. Hopefully though, she'd figure out some bullshit story that would satisfy her so she could finally get her life properly back on track.

By the end of school she had no better idea as to what she was going to say then she did at the start. So she trudged her way into detention, dreading just what was going to happen. However at least she wasn't going to be alone as Sarah had decided to join her in a show of solidarity. The two walked in together, both wearing their cheerleader outfits since they had to go to practice afterwards.

She froze however once she walked in and saw Derrick in the middle of the classroom, sitting at one of the desks. Instinctively she turned to escape, only to find Ms. Heller directly behind her. "Oh good, you're all here, we can begin."

Trapped by her teacher, Amanda had no choice but to turn back around and take a seat. She took the corner nearest to the door, partially because this put her as far from Derrick as she could, but also because it put her as close to escape as possible. Sarah just smiled and sat down next to her, giving her a tiny hug before taking her seat.

Once they were seated, Ms. Heller took her spot at the front of the class and addressed them. "Hello students. I've arranged for all of you to be here for one reason, to settle this. Having this feud going on is not good for either of you, so I'm hoping that by putting you together we can reach an understanding and leave this whole thing behind us."

"Tell that to Derrick," Amanda retorted. "He's the one causing all this."

"And what exactly is 'this' Amanda?" Ms. Heller asked, pointedly.

Amanda could feel her teeth grinding at that in anger. She knew she couldn't tell her, since she couldn't tell anyone. Worse, she couldn't even explain WHY she couldn't tell her. Everything was just so frustrating.

Ms. Heller waited in silence for what seemed to her like an eternity before finally sighing and saying, "Fine then, let's try something simpler. What are you even hoping to accomplish with all of this?"

Suddenly, Sarah's hand raised up next to her, "Oh, me! I know the answer!" Sarah said in mock enthusiasm.

Ms. Heller just rolled her eyes at the sight of this before responding in an exacerbated voice, "Fine Sarah. Go ahead and tell us the answer."

Amanda watched as Sarah stood up straight, her voice full of pride as she said, "My goal in all of this is to be Derrick's number one sex slave!" before sitting back down.

Amanda froze, just looking at her former friend like she was looking at someone who had died. Anyone else hearing this would have probably thought she was telling a joke, just to show how little she cared about any of this, but Amanda knew the truth. Sarah had fallen.

With horror she started to wonder just how long Sarah's been like this. It couldn't have been the whole time, but when? But before she could start to truly process this, she was interrupted by the sound of Ms. Heller groaning. "Sarah," she said. "I was hoping you were going to respond with something at least approaching seriousness."

"But I am taking this seriously," Sarah said. "Derrick's obviously going to have a harem of hot slavegirls and we shouldn't expect him to have to manage it all on his own. That's why I'm aiming to be his number one, so I can take the load off him."

Amanda was flabbergasted. How could Sarah be so blatant about this, when she couldn't even hint that something was going on with Derrick? Ms. Heller responded to this by simply putting her head in her hands. "No Sarah, you're not being serious. If you were, then you'd know that there was no possibility of you being Derrick's number one slave when he has ME in his harem."

The moment she said that, the entire room went silent. Amanda slowly turned her head from Sarah, until she was looking right at Ms. Heller. Ms. Heller was no longer holding her head in her hands. Now she was simply staring right back at Amanda, with a nasty grin on her face. "That's right. You heard me correctly," she said to her, voice laced with a cruel triumph.

Instantly Amanda was off her seat and sprinting for the door. She had to get out of here now, before Derrick did to her what he did to the others. So she grabbed the door and pulled it as hard as she could.

But nothing happened. The door stayed stubbornly shut, no matter how hard she tried to pull it open. Internally she knew they must have locked it to keep her trapped here, but not having any better idea she just kept pulling on the door over and over again, desperately hoping that this time, it would open.