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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for
adults in locations in which it is legal.  If it is illegal in your
location, DO NOT read.  This is a copyrighted work.   Reposting or any
other use strictly prohibited without the express, written permission
of the copyright holder, except may by posted as part of a  review or
posted to free-access archive sights.

Copyright 1998 by EzRiter.

Email address: ezriter@hotmail.com

This is a mind control, multi person romance with a planned thirty
plus chapters. Please give me your comments.
 


MY INHERITANCE

Chapter 3

The Message from the Grave

When I awakened, the sun was up and she was gone. So was Uncle Bert's
Broncho. I panicked momentarily, fearing she had stolen it,  but, I
found a fresh pot of coffee and a note in the kitchen. "Sweetheart.
Went for groceries. I love you. Andy."  In a few minutes she was back
with an armload of food. She made bacon, eggs and toast. We visited
like old friends. I cannot tell you how happy I was to find a warm,
sensitive, intelligent, wonderful woman with a delightful sense of
humor under the Barbie doll facade.  No man really wants a Porsche
without an engine. 

She led me into the big den, pushed me back into an easy chair and
knelt between my legs. 

"I think a woman should always be kneeling between her man's legs.
What do you think?" 

She was teasing me, her face sunshine. I watched the rise and fall of
her breasts against the tight top she wore. 

"Now, do not touch me.  Do not interrupt. OK?" 

"Sure," I replied.  

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her face down turned.
When she looked back at me, her eyes were dead, as if she was in a
trance. 

What happened next I will repeat verbatim. I could not believe it.

"Hello David, it in Uncle Bert. Consider Andy to be a human tape
recorder. Do not touch her but you can control the flow of
information. She will respond to stop, repeat, forward and continue
commands. Now, you are wondering why your dead uncle would use a sexy
young woman to speak to you from his grave. 

I have discovered something so unique and powerful I am very afraid it
will fall into evil hands. I am afraid to write it all down. So, I
have put together a matrix of information tied together by clues, some
of which only you can interpret, to arrive at the whole of the
information necessary to duplicate my discovery. Consider this to be a
giant puzzle or treasure hunt. I started on this project after my
heart attack and I have completed it.

Davy,  power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. I have
installed safeguards to keep you from getting the information too
quickly. I want it to take at least a year. And, along the way, I will
ask you to study ethics, morality, religion and other issues which you
may consider to be irrelevant. Do everything I ask, Davy. Please. It
is very important. The last thing I want is to destroy or corrupt you
by giving you too much power.

Some of the clues will be obtuse but think of all our time together,
of what I have taught you. It will come to you. If it does not and you
cannot duplicate the discovery, maybe it is divine intervention and
for the best. 

First, a little surprise of a personal nature. 

Davy, I am not your Uncle Bert. I am your father. I convinced your
mother to have sex with me and impregnated her. I did not want to
marry but I wanted a child and I wanted that child to have a good
home. I convinced my brother Charles to marry your mother.  They both
have no knowledge of this. The reason you spent so much time with me
is that I convinced them to allow it. I say convinced. I should say
programmed. So, son, I am very happy for you to finally know, even
under these circumstances.  Your mother is damn good - a wild woman -
in bed, by the way, in spite of her outward frozen facade."

"Stop," I said.  Andy stopped. Her head lowered. I got up and walked
around. I got another cup of coffee,  went out in the sun and thought.
In twenty minutes when I went back, Andy had not moved. "Continue," I
commanded. Her head rose and she began to speak.

"My discovery is mind control, the ability to unequivocally control
how a person thinks, including the elimination of their own free will
and total servitude to your will or any will you choose to substitute.
Your parents were my earliest subjects and I have refined it greatly
since then. How I do it, or, since I am dead, how I did it, is your
treasure hunt.  Obviously, such a power could destroy civilization as
we know it.  While I do think society could use a few changes, I
believe the system we have is the best man can do.  I do not want me,
or, now you, to be the cause of its destruction. 

But, enough of that now.

You are very wealthy. By now, you have seen the assets you will
receive which should give you an after tax income of about $80,000 a
month, not including capital appreciation. The bank is doing a good
job managing the money. I suggest you ignore the financial aspects of
your inheritance, using the income for your needs, and concentrate on
the hunt. 

Andy is your slave. She will do anything, any time, any where you ask.
She is a wonderful and delightful young woman.  You will be only the
second man in her life. I guess I should have left her a virgin for
you but she was so delicious, I could not help myself.  So, sue me.
You should understand that she really, deeply and truly loves you,
with certain modifications not found in ordinary, unprogrammed women.  

For example, she will have no jealousy, welcoming your other lovers as
if they were her sisters.   She will have sex with anyone else if you
tell her to do it. But, she will never be unfaithful.  She will have
no shame or embarrassment about sex.  I have programmed safeguards
into her so she will not kill or otherwise harm herself which she
could well do if you gave her a command with that result.  

By now, you know she is a wonderful lover. I hope you enjoyed being
bound and taken by a woman you had never seen.  It was a little
fantasy of mine I wanted to share so I programmed it in her.  You have
also noted that she is a screamer. That is totally natural; I did not
do it. If you wish her not to scream during sex, I have programmed in
some alternatives. If you say, "Quiet little dove," she will coo and
cluck like a bird.  If you say, "Quite little kitten," she will mew
and purr.  "Quite little lady" will cause her to talk in loving, lady
like tones. All these commands must be given after you have your cock
in her.  This command has to be reprogrammed each time you fuck her. 

Davy, you must be very careful of her. Her programming from me and the
natural love a woman has for a man, which I have directed at you,
makes her vulnerable.  You must protect her as if she were a treasure
of priceless value, because she is.  In addition, her mother, Mary,
who is another delightful creature of God, also has been programmed.
So, you have two sex slaves to do your bidding.  I charge you to care
for them their entire lives, or yours.  Take good care of them.  They
both mean the world to me. 

In addition to Mary and Andy, approximately three thousand women have
been programmed by me for you, or whoever else you wish.  The commands
follow: You say to the woman, 'Do you prefer sirloin or tube steak?'
If she replies, 'It depends on the chef', you know she is one that has
been programmed.  Any other response and you are on your own.  Then,
you say, 'What does your pussy prefer?'  She will say, 'It prefers
following your commands.'  The next thing you say, she will do. 

For example, if you say 'suck my cock', your dick will be in her mouth
before you know it.   Obviously, this can cause problems. Some of
these women are married; others have boyfriends. Of course, the law is
a problem if she in blowing you in public. The safest command may be:
'follow my lead'.  Then, you can get her off somewhere.  A list of
these women with addresses and phone numbers, measurements and other
vital information will be found during your treasure hunt. 

Included in this programmed group are your sisters (half sisters,
really, since I am not their father), your mother, all your female
cousins, and every other female in the extended family.  As I said
your mother is great in bed as are your sisters, all of whom I suggest
you try. Cathy really should be a high-priced call girl.  She is a
natural born slut and loves sex as much as any woman I have ever met.
The fact she has an IQ of 175 makes her even better.  Edwina, brother
Edwards second daughter, is not a lesbian as everyone thinks.  Eddy is
a bisexual.  Fucking her is like coupling with Zena, Warrior Princess
- part love match, part wrestling match.  You might want to weight
  train a while before taking her on.

There exists a very small portion of the chemical which is my
discovery. It induces a deep hypnotic trance.   Andy has it. She has
been programmed to give it to you, and give you two hypnotic
suggestions. Once she gives them, you cannot change them. The first is
the ability to concentrate deeper and clearer, to increase your
intellectual capacity and your memory, both short and long term.  The
second allows you to control your sexual activity, particularly
ejaculation, instituting conscious will over natural control. This
will enable you to stay erect virtually all the time.  I do not have
to tell you the benefits of this suggestion. I ask you to allow her to
give you this potion.  If you want it, say to her, 'Andy, please help
me learn Yiddish.'  If you do not, say 'I hate Yiddish. Destroy the
dictionary.' She will take it from there.

When you are finished listening, call her name to end her trance.  The
next step in the treasure hunt will come to you. 

Go slow, Think clearly. Love God and humanity. Value your own humanity
and your own humility. Be loving and caring. And, my beloved son, most
importantly, enjoy your life to the fullest. I wish all the best for
you. I love you."

To be continued. . . . 

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