Jerry in a manner of speaking.

The soft *click-thunk* that announced Becky’s arrival was lost in the rustling of sheets and the slapping of flesh. A skylight let the weak light of a waning moon to reveal the bare skin of two figures fulfilling their most basic biological need.

It turns out that Jerry was quite the catch; she’d have to give that to her mother. Her mom’s latest conquest had her pinned doggy style up against the headboard. From her view at the entrance to the room Becky could see his broad shoulders and glimpses of ass more akin to a Roman statue than anything she’d ever seen in real life. She smirked in the darkness, that old bag really could smell a good fuck from a half mile. At some point her mother’s arms had given out and left her face first in the mound of pillows that dominated a good portion of the bed. Jerry used this to his advantage and set a slowly increasing tempo of thrusts. At some point he must have hit resonant frequency and simply never stopped. The headboard *thumped* at an unfaltering pace, each thrust wringing gasps and moans from her mother.

Becky brought up the book and opened the cover. Even in the dim light of the moon she could read the text clearly. She found herself at the table of contents and hummed aimlessly while choosing an appropriate spell for the situation. The list spilled onto the following page; each entry accompanied by a short description of the effects. As she turned to yet another page of the tome’s contents one of the entries caught her eye. Becky blinked, rubbed her eyes and looked back at the page. The entry titled “Domination” was glowing. Becky shrugged, and turned to page six.

She almost laughed out loud. This was it? The spell was simple and required just a simple sentence and physical contact. The thumping in the background took on a faster erratic pace. “Karen, do you want a boy or a girl?” Jerry’s voice was raspy and out of breath, “Make me a boy you stud! He’ll inherit his fathers dick and fuck me after you find a new whore to breed!!!!” At Karen’s response Jerry hit the gas. The headboard went from a thump to a bang and the already impressive pace quickened even further.

Becky couldn’t help herself. The all-consuming rage within her took on a slightly different kind of heat. With her free hand she reached down to the virgin slit between her legs and gently ran her finger through the folds. The raw energy of Jerry and her mother had infected her with desire. She imagined trading places with her mom. How it must feel to be filled so deeply, how it must feel to be wanted, to be loved.

*I love you*

Becky squeaked and spun around. The door to the hallway was open but something was not as it should be. An oily shimmer hung in the air and clouds of darkness slowly seeped into the master bedroom. The wet sounds of sex dimmed to background noise. After a moment the darkness at the end of the hall solidified into a figure. She could not see it clearly but it looked roughly human sized. Becky took a cautious step forward. The figure in the hallway did the same. Becky was at the threshold; she could feel the …difference… of the hallway flowing over her in waves. The figure kept coming closer, the billowing clouds of pure darkness moving with it. Becky felt her hair stand on end; her gut dropped. Her most basic survival instinct SCREAMED for her to drop the book, run and hide. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. The figure was close now, close enough to see that it wore a deep hood and long cloak. A lithe porcelain arm emerged from within the cloak. It glowed in comparison to the void of black surrounding it.

The hand offered a single perfect silver seed. Becky’s survival instinct was squashed beneath the hazy memory of the Apple. A final shiver of uneasiness was replaced with rapt attention. Her whole existence focused in on that seed. She felt herself fall to her knees and open her mouth in communion. Becky closed her eyes as the figure bent down and placed the seed on her tongue. Becky swallowed greedily.

Sometime later a bestial moan pulled Becky back to reality. The hallway was no longer an all-consuming void, it was simply dark. The cloaked figure was nowhere to be seen but Becky swore she could feel the seed within her.

“Oi, slutmuffin where the fuck is your bathroom?” Jerry asked. An incoherent mumble was all her well fucked mother could muster. Becky stood and turned to see Jerry peeling a condom off himself. Her mother tried again and barely made out, “Hallway.” He smiled and planted a kiss on her head, “I’ll warm up the seat for ya.”

Jerry stood, stretched and turned to the hallway and saw her. Becky winked and held a finger to her lips. She could see the gears turning in his mind. After a moment a couple of the neurons in Jerry's brain got together and realized who she was, a cocky grin followed quickly after. “You must be the daughter,” said Jerry as he walked towards her, “had I known you were this much of a freak I’d have skipped right to dessert.” Becky played the part and looked hungrily at Jerry’s dick. She beckoned him closer until their naked bodies could feel each other’s heat. She took the initiative and put her finger on Jerry’s lips. Becky started to speak. The words were not English or any language Becky had ever spoken before but she did not fumble. The three words were a command. It was simple, “You Are MINE.”

Jerry flinched like he’d been slapped, then froze.

His eyes were the only thing that betrayed the cocky grin etched into his face. They were wild, Jerry could feel his very being change. As if on reflex Becky pulled Jerry’s head down into a kiss. This was the final straw, the domination was complete. When she pulled away a lazy smile dominated Jerry’s rugged good looks.

Becky took a slow step back. Jerry blinked slowly. Satisfied she took his wrist and pulled him into the hallway.

Becky gave her minion his first commands, “You will forget ever meeting me tonight. You will go to the bathroom and then sleep deeply for the rest of the night. You will set another date with my mother. If I want to control you, I will call you Daddy.”

Jerry’s eyes clouded for a moment then he nodded.

Becky sighed and parted ways with her new acolyte at the bathroom. The short trip to her room left her surprisingly sleepy. When her head made contact with her pillow she fell into the deep dreamless sleep of the damned.