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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, noncommercial archive sights.

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 16

Raping Julie

It was late in the evening.  My two kittens, my slave and I had asked
Jarred and Julie to join us at my house in Aspen after the orgy where
I fucked ten women as part of a sorority initiation and to fulfill
part of my assignment Uncle Bert had left me. Mary and Lisa were in
the back bedroom with Jarred letting him live out his fantasy of a
threesome.  I knew he was having a good time. I had enjoyed Mary and
Lisa together on several occasions.  Julie,  Andy, and I were in the
hot tub.  We were deathly quiet, stilled by sexual anticipation, as
the tub bubbled benignly around us. 

I was going to rape Julie.  Yes, rape.  Sort of.

Why, you ask, would a man living with two wild kittens and a sex
slave, who had 2,998 other kittens already programmed for sex with
him, rape a woman?  Why not just fuck Andy who was ready and eager to
please me as she always was? Why not take Mary or Lisa who belonged to
me?

First, it was not really rape since Julie wanted it.  It was her
fantasy which we were enacting for her fun and our mutual enjoyment.
Truth is though, I had never raped anyone.  The idea excited me,
particularly with such a willing little sex pot.  

Mind control, which is what Uncle Bert's formula was about and what he
had done to Mary, Andy and the other kittens, is not limited to just
drugs, or to involuntary persuasion.   Some of the best MC is really a
kind of game playing, which is what Julie and I were going to do.
That is part of what Uncle Bert was trying to teach me when he had me
surrender to Mistress Diana, the dominatrix in New York, and when he
had Madame Delilah teach us game playing in San Francisco.  A
voluntary, reversible mind control.   Letting your mind be dominated
by someone else for your mutual enjoyment. Or, like dominating as I
was doing.

I wanted to make sure this was not a real rape, even though Julie had
passively agreed.   "Julie, are you ready to be raped?"

She looked up at me with those big, emerald eyes.  "Please, don't hurt
me," she whispered.  A devilish gleam came into her eyes.  "Don't be
too gentle either." She blushed from head to foot at her open
admission of desire.  

Let the games begin!

As we climbed out of the hot tub, Andy grabbed my arm, pulling me
against her wet, naked body as she whispered, "Can I play, too?
Please."  Andy's face was wild and eager.  The game was adrenalizing
her just as it had Julie and me.  I gave her a hearty kiss.  "Of
course," I replied, then whispered a command in her ear.  She quivered
with excitement. 

I had us all redress, which surprised both of the women, but I wanted
to play this game all the way from the beginning.   I slipped into the
back bedroom to tell Mary what was happening and to instruct her to
keep Jarred busy all night.  Jarred was on his back with Lisa's mouth
sucking sweetly on his cock. Mary was lying beside him, kissing him
and caressing him with her hands. I could tell Jarred was about to
crater from the activities.   When I explained to Mary what I wanted,
she gave me a funny look, but agreed.  

Julie and Andy were sitting on the couch, talking quietly.  They
stopped when I entered the living room.  Julie turned on the seat,
straightening her skirt, folding her hands in her lap primly. I sat in
my easy chair. No one spoke as we watched each other. I could feel
their tension.  They could probably see mine as my ever independent
cock was standing at attention. 

You know I had been programmed by Uncle Bert to control my cock and
its eruptions.  With much delightful experimentation, I discovered the
most fun was to let him (my cock) do as he wanted, as if I was
unprogrammed, except for ejaculation.  That I controlled to prolong my
ecstasy (agony?) as I relished the lovely women at my disposal.  Now,
he was ready and so was I. 

Julie stood when I did. I wiggled a finger at her, motioning her to
walk towards me. She took one giant step.  Andy grabbed her from
behind, using a technique Madame Diana taught us to yank her arms
behind her, twisting them to hold her securely.  Julie screamed in
surprise. I jumped to her, my face, contorted in mock rage, inches
from hers. 

"I will gag you if you scream. You cannot breathe with a gag.  Will
you be quiet?"  

"Yes. Please don't gag me," she said.  She had a wild gleam in her
eyes, an stimulating mixture of lust and fear.  I undid the first
button of her blouse, making sure the material was pulled tight
against her skin, letting her feel my fingers working, as she
struggled lamely against Andy's hold.

"Isn't this humiliating, slut! Two strangers stripping you, getting
you ready to be fucked.   Your sweet little pussy will be violated by
my cock.  There is nothing you can do about it!"

I started on the second button. 

"Now, sweet, little Julie, think about being raped.  Think about my
hard cock, like a big pole, slamming into your tight pussy. Think
about your legs being held wide, you unable to resist as I pound into
you. You will lay sobbing as I plunder your body."  

The idea of all this tough talk was to get her sexually aroused.  It
was working.  It also was working on me a lot more than I had
expected.  

It was in that instant, I first relished the power of my domination
over a woman. I could feel the rush, the thrill of having her under my
control and against her will.  

I continued to talk to her as I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, my voice
icy and cruel, telling her of the tragedy she would endure, telling
her what I planned to do, making the fear of the rape as great as
possible. I was building the structure of mind control over her.  

Andy was holding her securely. I could see Andy's muscles contract and
relax in response to Julie's struggling, see the lust and desire in
her face as I am sure she could see it in mine. Pulling back Julie's
blouse, I undid her bra and began playing with her breasts which were
very nice, with a big nipple, hard but spongy under my fingers. 

"Think about you begging for me to stop as I pinch and twist your
nipples, like this . . . " Julie squealed and jerked.  "Think about
it, helpless, tied to the bed, raped."  

Slowly, I wrapped Julie's waist length, flaming red hair around my
left hand, until my hand was so tangled in her hair she could not get
away. I pulled her head back, making her arch into me, her face
contorted in pain.  In that instant, I saw the lust in her eyes die
and fear leap from her face.  I did not realize then her reaction was
to my own expression.

I enjoyed that look.  As I dragged her into the bed room, my mind
bifurcated, part a lust- enraged rapist, part a detached scientist
watching the other part. The rapist wished to continue. The scientist
thought about the impact of power on this innocent girl.

"Strip," I commanded Andy.  She was reacting to Julie's fear, her own
face now uncertain, confused, as she followed my instruction
robotically.  I slapped Julie with the flat of my hand across her
tight stomach, leaving a hand print. She jumped, yanking her hair hard
but she stopped resisting. 

"Oh, god, please don't do this . . .  don't rape me!" she begged.
Andy giggled. Not a laughing giggle, but that tight, auto-responsive
sound indicating tremendous fear of the unknown. I unzipped Julie's
skirt and yanked her panties down to her knees, shoved her face down
on the bed, holding her in place as I yanked the panties off her legs. 

I wanted to rape this creature more than I can tell you. I wanted to
plunder and defile her, make her hurt from my cock. I could feel the
need ooze from my pores.

"Poor, pathetic, little, rape victim, lie perfectly still and maybe I
will let you live when I am finished with you." The scientist heard
the unfettered evil in my voice.  Julie froze face down, naked, half
on, half off the bed. I looked at Andy as I started to undress.   She
was naked but she was covering herself, right hand over her pussy,
left arm around her breasts. She wore a terrified expression. 

Remember, Andy was programmed to be totally uninhibited sexually. I
had never seen her cover herself in all the times I had been with her.
More importantly, I had never seen the fear on her face like that. I
was scaring her shitless.

As I hurriedly undressed, the scientist was fighting the rapist in my
mind. I was sweating profusely, muscles rigid from the conflict. My
hand snaked out, grabbing Andy, jerking her to me.  For the first time
in our entire relationship, she resisted me, putting her hands against
my chest to push me away, nails in my flesh. Probably, Andy's reaction
to me swung the balance in the fight.  I felt myself relax in the
instant before she read it on my face and collapsed against me with a
sob.

"It's okay, Andy.  It is just a game.  Nobody is going to really be
hurt."  Arms around me, she buried her head in my chest and held on
for dear life.  Thank God, the scientist won.

Julie had not moved. I pulled her head back by her hair to look into
her eyes.  The consuming, true fear was gone. The lust and false fear
had returned.  She, too, was in the game again.

"It is time, bitch!" I snarled in Julie's face.  

She did not resist as we tied her arms to the headboard. I brought her
legs up and tied them wide to the headboard.  She was as open as she
could get.  As I knee walked between her legs I admired her jutting,
rock hard ass as she squirmed in her bondage.

"You like being tied up. You like being taken against your will, don't
you?  You like the danger, the feeling of helplessness. You know it
will hurt when I slam into you." 

I flicked her clit, making her jump. She was sweating profusely,
licking her parched lips. 

"You know it will hurt when I plunder your sopping pussy, slut.  But,
you know I will not beat you. You think no real harm can come to you." 

Her shy smile told me she had thought of that. 

"But, I bet there is one danger you never thought of, slut! One big
danger!"  

"What . . .  what is it?" Now, she was really frightened as opposed to
sexual arousal.   "What are you going to do?"

"Are you on the pill?"  

"No . . .  oh, God, no!  I don't want to get pregnant. I don't want a
baby."  She raised up as far as she could.  "Use protection. Please.
I am Catholic. I could never have an abortion.  Oh, please, don't make
me pregnant!"   I grinned evilly. Andy's eyes were wide. She had been
on the pill for years and never thought about an eighteen-year-old
being unprotected. 

"Rapists don't provide protection, slut!  Poor little pregnant slut.
Raped and knocked up.  How sad!" 

Julie was really resisting now.  Her tears were real as she struggled
to get away. But having her arms and legs bound was not something she
could overcome. She was gasping, exhausted. 

"Now, bitch! It is too late!"  

"NOOOO!" she screamed as I slammed my cock into her.  I stopped,
buried to the hilt, feeling her tight pussy spasm around my hardness.
She could not help herself. The fantasy, the fear, the desire overcame
her.  Her back arched as she came again, then again. 

"There is one way to fuck you without fear of pregnancy." I lubed her
ass hole with her juices which flowed freely from her pussy. 

"No, Davy," she begged. 

"Beg for me to fuck your ass, slut. Beg for it . . .  or I will make
you pregnant!" Her eyes were wide, her desire skyrocketing again. 

"Please, don't do it!"  

"Pregnant or ass fucked. Make a decision!" Julie turned to look at
Andy. 

"Please, Andy.  Please help me!"  

"Shut up, slut," Andy said, flicking Julie's rock hard nipple before
looking at me for confirmation of her action, which I gave with a
wink.  I slapped Julie hard across the inside of her thigh.  She
sobbed as she stared bug eyed at the red hand print on her soft flesh. 

"Decision! Or, I will do both, ass fuck you and make you pregnant!" 

Julie was crying now. It was suppose to be a rape so I did not feel
bad about her tears.  You know I could control my orgasms so the odds
of her getting pregnant were virtually nil, but Julie did not know
that. 

"I will count to three. Decide or I will fuck your ass and make you
pregnant! One, two."

I looked at Andy. Her hand had slipped between her legs, fingering
herself. Her nipples were steel, her face molten gold. 

Julie moaned deep in her throat, then said, "Fuck my ass! Please, I
beg you. Just don't make me pregnant!"  Julie squirmed to raise her
ass to me.  "Do it!  Go on! I am begging for an ass fucking!"

She asked so sweetly, how could I say no. 

I put my lubricated cock at her ass hole and pushed. Andy put her hand
over Julie's mouth when Julie screamed. No doubt it did hurt but there
is no easy way to break in an ass, although I was as easy as I could
be.  When I felt her relax, I sawed back and forth, feeling it quiver
around me. I was very glad I controlled my orgasms or I would have
shot right then from the tightness of her virgin ass spasming around
my cock.  I felt Julie respond, felt her squirm, felt the orgasm hit
her. I pulled out, leaving her floating in her afterglow.  Andy handed
me a condom but Julie did not see me put in on before I slid my cock
back in her pussy.

"No . . .  please . . .  you promised! Don't make me pregnant."  

"Shut up, slut! Now, I will show you how a real rapist fucks!"  

I pounded away, my hips driving my cock into her tight slew like a
battering ram. I could see Andy masturbating like crazy as Julie
flopped under me, moaning, sweating like a pig, her pussy flowing like
a river.  

"Fuck me . . .  fuck me . . .  oh, Mary, Jesus and Joseph, that is so
good . . .  uhhhh . . .   YES . . . YES!"  She was orgasming freely
now, muttering under her breath. 

I love it when a woman is flowing so freely she is delirious, where
the only thing that matters to her is the cock in her cunt and her
next orgasm.  Julie was at that point.  She was whimpering, "More . .
.  Harder . . . Yes!" as I plundered her pussy.  She began screaming
as her back arched, almost lifting me off the bed. I thought she would
crush my cock with that tight pussy of hers as she locked down in a
magnificent orgasm. I collapsed on her as she passed out. 

"Did you cum?" Andy asked.  

"No," I groaned, knowing I was going to have the worse case of blue
balls ever.  

"Good," she whispered, her hand gently stroking my ass. 

As we released Julie from her bondage, she shuttered and awakened.
She stretched, getting the kinks out of her body.  

"I wore a condom and did not orgasm in you, Julie."  Relief flooded
her face.  "Thank you," she murmured.  "Can I rest now?"

I rolled to the other side of the big bed.  Andy draped a comforter
over Julie who was fast asleep.  Andy crawled on top of me, her pussy,
wet and bloated from the activities and her own hand, slippery on my
half-hard cock.  We kissed softly as my cock rose again and she eased
me in her.

"If you want to get someone pregnant, I volunteer," she whispered. 

To be continued . . . 

Please! Give me your comments.

Email address: ezriter@hotmail.com 



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