The disciple breaks in his first toy, Layla the slender maid's training

The First Command

Vasudeva watched from the shadows, the Guru's albino skin luminous in the dim light, his crimson eyes alight with dark approval.

"You’re learning, discepolo," he murmured.

Damien didn’t glance back. His focus was absolute, his fingers working Layla’s body even as his mind worked her soul.

"Tell me your name," he commanded.

Layla’s lips parted. "L-Layla—"

"No." Damien’s grip tightened, his thumb circling her clit with cruel precision. "Your real name."

A tremor ran through her.

She had not spoken that name in a decade. Had buried it with the first body she’d ever buried.

"F-Fuck..."

But Damien’s power was a hook in her mind, pulling.

"Sofia," she gasped.

Damien smiled. "Again."

"Sofia," she moaned.

"Sofia," she moaned.

"Louder."

"SOFIA!"

The name tore from her throat like a confession, her slender body convulsing as pleasure detonated through her, the young woman's toned thighs clamping around Damien’s wrist as she came.

Vasudeva’s laughter curled through the room.

"Very good."

The Final Corruption

Damien withdrew his fingers, glistening with the slender hypno-slut's arousal, and brought them to his lips, his tongue flicking out to taste her.

"Mine," he growled.

Then—

He pushed her onto her back, his body covering hers, his cock pressing against her entrance.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Layla—Sofia—obeyed.

Their eyes locked.

And Damien plunged.

Layla’s scream was raw, ragged—not from pain, but from the sheer rightness of it, the way his power filled her, body and mind, the way her muscles clenched around him, milking him deeper.

"You will never leave me," Damien snarled, his hips pistoning, his hands pinning her wrists to the altar. "You will never disobey."

Layla’s nails scored his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, her body demanding more.

"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, master—"

Damien’s power surged, his climax crashing through them both, his seed spilling inside her as his will branded her soul.

When it was over, Layla lay trembling, her body spent, her mind altered.

Damien stood, his breath steady, his gaze no longer haunted.

For the first time in years—

"Huu..."

A pale familiar silhouette, behind her sinuous frame shone what looked like a sea of clouds,

"Sweet dreams, my little prince... when you wake up, mommy is gonna teach you how to be happy!!"

He had never seen her again, his mother's helicopter had crashed in a tragic incident...

...

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes."

As the last of his tears dried up, Damien felt completely refreshed, in a moment his posture straightened, a wild carefree aura sprung forth from deep within the young man's eyes.

"Well... it seemed I finally learnt it, mom."

He had shed over two decades worth of regrets, decay and self-destruction. However it wasn't over...

"Master has shown me the way, but it is still up to me to make the choice."

And now?

Now he would feed.