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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for
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Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter.
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 11
Lisa
Andy and I, as part of our training mandated by Uncle Bert and given
by Madame Delilah who ran the best call girl service in the country,
had been playing whore-john on the streets of San Francisco. Andy was
dressed like a street whore, not a classy call girl which is training
we did with Rebecca, but a cheap whore: tank top, super high heels,
super short skirt, way too much makeup, and chewing gum popping like
machine gun fire.
When she was propositioned by a movie star (no, I will not reveal his
name), the star and I got in a bidding war for Andy's services. There
was never any doubt she would leave with me but my final bid was a
proposal of marriage. Andy leaped on me, burying me in kisses, rubbing
that wonderful body against me.
Since she was already my programmed and fully compliant sex kitten
(remember, we do not call them slaves), why, you may ask, did I
propose? I must admit I got caught up in the moment, in the game we
were playing and the bidding war. But, it was not really that.
Uncle Bert had programmed me to always think clearly, logically and
deeply. I really thought about it, about Andy and having her forever.
Once again, my lack of understanding as to how the programming worked
impacted my actions. I wanted 100% of Andy, all of her, not just the
ninety-eight or ninety-nine per cent covered by Uncle Bert's
programming. He had said that her natural tendencies of a woman to
love a man had been directed at me. I wished to insure that direction
never changed. And, I am sad to admit, I am still something of a
romantic. So, sue me, as Uncle Bert would say.
There I was, kissing Andy for all I worth in the middle of the street.
As I looked around, the nearest place with beds was a seedy hotel
where the real street whores took their johns. We ran to it.
This place looked like a set out of a bad B-grade Hollywood movie.
The term flop house would be generous. We stepped over a wino passed
out in the doorway to enter a shabby hallway with a single light bulb
dangling from a broken fixture. Andy had a death grip on my hand and
her eyes were alive with fun and desire. The desk clerk, who may have
been a throw back to the Neanderthal age, eyed us suspiciously before
giving me the key. Reluctantly, he gave me one clean sheet when I
demanded it.
"Ready?" I said to Andy.
"No pay, no play, buster," she replied, holding out her hand, a slutty
grin on her face. I gave her my Visa Gold and dragged her towards
the stairs.
As we walked down the hall to our room, we could hear the moans of sex
coming from the rooms we passed. The place reeked of sex and decay.
The room itself contained one bed and one chair. I threw the clean
sheet on the bed as Andy stripped. We could hear a couple in the next
room going at it, their bed squeaking, the woman moaning as she acted
out her part.
I commanded myself to stay hard and not ejaculate as I knee walked
between her open and raised legs.
As you remember, Andy is a screamer. Uncle Bert had not programmed
that. In fact, he had given her specific commands which kept her
quiet when she was orgasming since Andy's screams could take the paint
off the walls. I gave her no command of silence. In fact, I said,
"Now, my sweet little whore, I want to hear you scream."
She laughed as she wrapped those delightful legs around me and pulled
me into her.
"I don't think I can even sit up," Andy moaned. She was exhausted as
was I. We were drenched in our own sweat, smelled of sex and had
fucked ourselves to the edge of unconsciousness. We struggled to our
feet and dressed. As she started to put on her panties, I stopped her,
extending my hand for her to give me the panties. She turned a beet
red.
"Davy, I am full of your spunk. It will run down my leg. Anyway,
this skirt is so short . . . You want me that way, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Okay. For you."
Shyly, she handed me her panties. I stuck them in my pocket so the end
was hanging out and visible. As we left the room, the place was
deathly quiet. The lobby, empty when we arrived, was full. As Andy
walked in, people started to applaud. "Never heard a woman scream like
before," one hooker said. Andy had screamed like a banshee.
Everyone is the place knew she had been fucked. Now, they watched in
awe of her sexuality when we left. I could see Rebecca's effect in
Andy. She walked like a queen going towards her throne.
Our two weeks in San Francisco was over and it had been almost six
months since Uncle Bert died. It was getting near Christmas. I called
my bank, transferred money to San Francisco and bought a new Jaguar
convertible. I was going to like being rich. The Jag had a powerful
eight cylinders and was a pleasure to drive.
Andy and I took a leisurely drive down the Pacific Coast Highway to
LA., stopping at all the romantic places to romance. Having a loving,
happy woman on his arm is the greatest pleasure a man can have in
life. Andy was all I, or any man, could ever want. That knowledge
made me reconsider the whole damn treasure hunt, but, only for a
moment.
Andy had never seen the sights - Pebble Beach, Monterey, Big Sur,
Morro Bay. - so she marveled at what I have always believed is one of
the most beautiful places in the world.
When we arrived in LA, my parents were glad to see us. I knew
immediately my relationship with them had changed forever. It was
very strange at first visiting with Charles, the man I thought was my
father but I now knew not to be my biological father although he had
raised me as his son. Too complex. I just continued calling him Dad.
And Mom. I still could not imagine her naked and hot under Uncle Bert.
I wished my sisters were in town. Since hearing Uncle Bert had fucked
all three of them, I knew I would see them in a new way, too.
Mom knew Andy was my special woman, but, after dinner that first
night, she said, "Lisa called. She would like to see you." Andy showed
no response but she had been programmed not to be jealous.
"Lisa? What did she say?" I asked innocently.
"She said she missed you and wanted to see you," Mom replied.
When Mom left to go in the kitchen, Andy knelt between my legs. "Who
is Lisa, sweetheart?" she asked.
"I thought you were not jealous, Andy. What's up?"
"Davy, I am not jealous. But, I do love you and I do not want to be
left for another woman."
I kissed her full lips. "I will never leave you. Whether I marry you
or not, you will be woman number one in my life." She smiled,
genuinely happy.
"That is all I need," she whispered as she kissed me hotly. She sat
back, butt to heels and gazed up at me.
"I know you will have sex with any other woman any time you want. I
will never be jealous. In fact, I will help seduce them, or I will
participate or watch. I know men need many woman while a woman can be
happy with just one man. I understand the difference between men and
women," she said smugly, thinking it was all her idea.
I just smiled, wondering what her reaction would have been if Uncle
Bert had not programmed her. My guess was she would have scratched my
eyes out by now, if she was that gentle.
"I'll get it," Mother yelled, going to the door.
In a flash, Lisa was in the room. She froze and stared at the
beautiful blonde kneeling between my legs.
"Hi, Lisa," I said, rising to greet her. I leaned to give her a kiss
on the cheek. She grabbed my head and kissed me hard on the mouth but
I could tell she was angry But, then, Lisa had always had a tendency
to be a bitch which is why I dropped her.
"Hello, David," she said with a cloying sweetness. "Who is this?"
I introduced the two ladies. They were opposites in many ways. Andy
was blonde, blue eyed, hourglass figure, sweet, subservient, with a
warm bubbling personality. Lisa had cold black hair, emerald eyes,
with a slim, muscular athlete's body. She was bitchy, controlling and
warm as a dead snake. They were both female, beautiful and
intelligent. There were no other commonalties.
Mom and Dad joined us. We visited for about an hour, catching up on
old times. Andy and Lisa left the room together, going back in my
bedroom for "girl talk", Andy said. When Mom and Dad went to bed, I
went to pop some corn and get sodas from the kitchen. When I
returned, Lisa and Andy were on the couch, knees touching, talking
quietly and intently. Lisa blushed and ran towards the bathroom when
she saw me. Andy helped me bring in the refreshments.
"Do you want her?" she asked.
Did I want Lisa? My former girlfriend. "Why?" I asked.
"I think we can seduce her. In fact, I think she can be broken and
made submissive to you. Like a slave, a real slave, not programmed
like a kitten. Do you want her?"
Do you think this is a bit strange? My lover, the woman I promised to
marry just a few nights ago, was offering to help me seduce and
capture my former girlfriend, take her as a slave. The idea was
appealing to me. Lisa always did make my motor run even if she was a
bitch.
Then, I thought about Mary, who I really had not used effectively, and
about Mistress Diana, the Amazon dominatrix in New York, who I knew
was my kitten (as the programmed women were called by Uncle Bert). I
did not even have time to fuck Diana but twice in the two weeks we
were in New York. (Sorry. Forget to tell you about that. Let your
imagination fill you in what I did with a six-three sex goddess with
her own dungeon.)
I was very intrigued by the idea of having Lisa but I had plenty of
women. The way I calculated it, Uncle Bert had programmed 3,000 of
them and I had met three. Mind boggling! I surprised myself with my
answer but I wanted to find that formula. Honestly, I was not man
enough to fuck 3,000 women in the next year, let alone 3,001.
"No, Andy. I do not want Lisa."
"All right. Just asking," she replied, sticking a handful of popcorn
in her mouth. She kissed me lightly on the lips, letting me taste the
butter and salt. "I wonder if buttered cock is as good as buttered
popcorn," she murmured.
Lisa rejoined us and we small talked for a few minutes. I could tell
Lisa was trying to build her courage to take the conversation in a new
direction. Andy give me a questioning look.
"No," I mouthed to her. "Please," she mouthed back. What was going on
here? If Andy was programmed to obey my orders, why was she
continuing to want me to pursue Lisa after I said no. It did not make
sense. Or, maybe, it did. And, Andy had said she knew she was
programmed. That was the first time she had indicated that, although
Mary had discussed it openly. Damn! I wish I knew how the programming
worked.
I excused myself and went to my room. I called Mary, explained the
situation and asked for input. "Both Andy and I are programmed to find
other women for you, Davy. I have identified several here since you
left."
"But, I told her no, Mary. Why is she continuing to pursue it?"
"She did not believe you. Did you really mean no?"
Did I mean no? Hell, I did not know what I meant. "I am not sure," I
said as Mary waited patiently on the other end of the phone.
"This is the first woman Andy had tried to get for you. I am sure it
is very important to her. Perhaps, if you are not sure, she should let
Andy do it, just as encouragement for her."
That made sense, crazy, sexy sense. It occurred to me as I thought
that my cock was hard. That cock had wanted to make my decisions for
me ever since I was thirteen. I let him make this one. When I
returned, Andy looked questioningly at me. I gave her the thumbs up.
She grinned knowingly.
Lisa let out a long sigh. She was going to ask her question if it
killed her.
"So, what are you guys? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Engaged? What?"
Andy looked at her with a soft expression. "We are master and kitten.
He is my master. I am his kitten which is what he calls his slaves,
his sex slaves. I obey his every command."
I could see Lisa quiver as beads of sweat broke out on her upper lip.
"I don't believe you," Lisa croaked.
"Oh, it's true. In the last month, all at his command, I have dressed
as a whore, picked up a guy on the street and fucked him in a cheap
hotel. I dressed as a call girl and fucked a guy in an expensive
hotel." Andy did not mention the guy was me in both cases.
Andy leaned towards Lisa as if sharing a conspiracy.
"Here is the part you will really love, Lisa. I was bound and
blindfolded, wearing only a collar, a G-string and thigh high boots
with six inch heels. My body was oiled." Andy shivered for effect.
"I can still feel his hands putting the scented oil on me. He led me
by a leash to a party. There he tied me to a discipline horse. About
three hundred people were watching as I screamed, begging him to fuck
me in the ass, which he did, long and hard."
Lisa groaned. Andy winked at me.
"Wouldn't you love that, Lisa? Don't you want to have his collar
around your neck? To obey his every command?"
"NO," Lisa gasped.
"No? That surprises me, Lisa. Bondage, slavery is so absolutely
delicious for a woman. It is unbelievably sexy to have no shame, no
guilt, no remorse or responsibility. You do not have to worry 'shall
I do that' or 'what would my mother say'. Your only thought is:
'follow my master's commands and enjoy the sex'."
Lisa was so sexually aroused at this point I thought she would pop.
"You are a liar!" she snapped at Andy.
"Apologize!" I barked at her.
Lisa seemed dazed as she looked at me.
"You heard me, Lisa. Apologize or I will pull your panties down and
spank your bare bottom until you will not be able to sit down!"
"David, you have never spoken to me like that before," she replied,
her voice small and submissive.
"Apologize now, Lisa!"
"Lisa," Andy snapped, drawing attention. "Don't apologize. Make him
spank you!"
"He won't spank me," Lisa said, her voice betraying her words.
"Oh, yes, he will. And, the heat of his hard hand on your soft ass
will send electrical charges right to your pussy. You will love it,
Lisa. Make him spank you!"
Tears of frustration fell down Lisa's cheeks. Her eyes flickered
between Andy and me as she tried to decide what to do. Andy slipped
to the floor in front of her, her hands on Lisa's knees. As she
gently pushed, Lisa's knees opened wide.
"Make him spank you! You know that is what you want!"
Lisa was red faced as she said, "I will not apologize."
I stood and she flinched, pulling away in fear. I walked into the
bedroom.
I heard Andy say, "Oh, no, he is angrier than I thought. Follow me!
You must please him!"
As I went into the bathroom, Andy was saying, "Hurry! Strip! Then,
follow my lead!"
When I returned, Andy and Lisa were naked and kneeling on the floor
the way Mistress Diana had taught Andy: ankles crossed, butt to heels,
knees spread, back straight, eyes down turned, hands on thighs with
palms up.
If you think this did not excite me, you are crazy.
"Master, forgive me," Andy pleaded. "Don't make her suffer because of
me. Spank her, please, master!"
I glared at Lisa. "Do you wish to be spanked?"
She nodded, confusion, desire and bewilderment all evident in her
face.
"Don't nod! Beg! Be specific!"
"M.. m.. master, please spank me!"
To be continued . . .
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