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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 22
The Predator
There we all were, sitting in the big living room in my house in Vail,
the one Uncle Bert had left me. It was the evening of December 23. I
was in my easy chair. Dad was on the couch with Mom next to him. Andy
was on the floor beside me but not between my legs since I wanted that
space available. Her hand slipped under my pants leg to stroke my bare
calf. Mary was on the floor, leaning against the wall. I knew she had
taken that position so she could watch all our faces. Abby, Betty
and Cathy were perched here and there.
Everyone in the room had been programmed by Uncle Bert to accept
instructions from me. And, I had used my key phrase on all of them to
prepare them for what lay ahead.
Was I in control? No. In fact, I was apprehensive about what was
going to happen. Remember, Mary had said all the kittens had been
programmed identically, but I knew that was not correct. Uncle Bert
had told me Mom was the first person he programmed. I knew her
programming was more complex because she had been instructed to raise
me in a certain manner. And, I knew Cathy had been the source of
disagreement between Uncle Bert and Dad, so I suspected something was
amiss there.
When I had asked Mary about their programming last night, she was
unsure, admitting she was not involved directly in the programming of
my family members but only non family members like Eve. Then, when I
put each of them, my sisters and mother, into their trances, I
received verbal and nonverbal signs the programming was having
different effects on each of them.
So, what in the hell was going to happen?
Ping, ping, ping. I felt it. I tried not to look at Cathy but my
eyes were drawn to her like iron to a magnet. She was staring at me.
A fine sweat had erupted on her chin. Her tongue snaked out to lick
away a droplet of sweat. I took a deep breath. I swear I could smell
her pussy juices.
The others were still, as if frozen in time, seemingly unaware of
Cathy's pinging, except Mary. She was staring at me, too, as if she
were reading my mind.
"Well, how was your flight?" I asked.
"It was wonderful," Mom began and the conversation moved to light,
family matters such as the neighborhood we lived in and things at
work. Even Cathy's pinging me stopped. We talked about Abby and
Betty's grades and where Cathy was going to college. Normal things.
Until I asked an innocent question.
"Mom, what is Dad getting you for Christmas?"
Mom look startled, and her eyes locked onto Dad. Tension flooded from
them.
"I already have your father's present," she said, never looking away
from him.
"Show us, Mom. Come on," Abby chirped.
"Please, Mom," Betty chipped in.
"Oh, I couldn't."
"Of course you can, Mom. Show us your present," I said. I did not
think about it being a command to a kitten, but it was.
Mom's eyes moved around the room, looking at each one of us. Then, in
one smooth movement, she removed her big, bulky sweater, leaving
herself naked to the waist. We all stared at Mom's breasts which were
big, high, firm, and, amazingly, had a small, gold ring through each
nipple.
"Breast implants," she said. "Your father got me breast implants for
Christmas. And, nipple rings."
That is the problem with inheriting kittens rather than making them
kittens yourself. I never knew how the programming was done, what
exactly the words were, what to expect in an unusual situation. But,
that may be an excuse. I knew Mom was programmed and the way I said
it was an order. So, it was really my doing as much as Uncle Bert's.
I just did not think about it before I spoke. Or, did I, reaching some
subconscious decision?
Anyone would think that if a mother were to strip to the waist to show
her breasts to her children, someone would have been horrified. It was
not a "Brady Bunch" family-type incident.
"Mother, they are beautiful. May I feel?" Betty asked. Quickly, all
three daughters, and Andy were examining the implants in their human
containers, babbling away like it was a hen party. Dad just grinned.
Mary was quiet, still watching me.
"I wanted them so much. After nursing all of you and . . . " Mother
was explaining as if she were talking about a new dress purchased for
a party.
"I think they are even prettier than mine," Cathy said. She pulled
off her top to reveal beautiful, picture-perfect breasts. Abby and
Betty exchanged glances. In unison, they were topless. Andy looked at
me for permission. When I nodded acquiescence, she joined the display.
When I looked at Mary, she shook her head no. I looked away, letting
her make the decision.
I wish I could have been inside their brains, knowing what was
happening as they chirped and touched each other, five topless women
who had never been topless in front of each other before. A mother,
three daughters and the son's sweetheart all stripped to the waist,
comparing breasts, talking about implants. Jerry Springer would have a
field day.
"What do you think, Davy? Who has the prettiest breasts?" Cathy
asked the question. As she spoke, the pinging started again and she
was pinging me hard. All of them turned to face me. They waited
expectantly for my answer, five lovely faces above ten lovely breasts.
Sweat broke out on my face. For an instant, my eyes unfocused as my
head reeled. Fortunately, I was trained as a scientist and Uncle Bert
had programmed me to think clearly and logically. But, that damned
pinging and all those naked breasts were making it difficult to
concentrate. My cock was about to explode in my pants.
I mumbled the appropriate words, saying they were all wonderful and so
forth. Suddenly, the pinging stopped. The conversation turned back to
normal things and they returned to their seats although all five of
them stayed topless. Mary refreshed the drinks and brought out more
snacks. Betty helped her.
I bet Uncle Bert was looking down on us, laughing like crazy at my
predicament and hard as a rock from seeing his kittens bare breasted.
I had to smile to myself. I was glad I had talked my way out of
selecting the prettiest pair. I would have picked Andy but that would
have hurt the others. Not a good situation. Cathy was a very close
second but the others were not far behind.
Mom was only forty, just four years older than my Mary. As I said, she
always had been asexual to me but seeing her now.... I know Dad
looked happier than I had ever seen him.
I felt the pinging again. Cathy was staring at me, transmitting enough
sexual energy to power Vail for a week. My cock was begging for her.
My mind was torn. It wanted Cathy, too, but it was consciously
enjoying the family interplay as subconsciously it worked on the
problem of programming versus natural instincts.
My cock won out. Do I detect a pattern here?
"Abby, what are you getting Dad for Christmas?" I asked, interrupting
their conversation.
"Oh, nothing special," she murmured.
"Betty?"
She did not answer.
"Why don't both of you give him something very special? Something a
man would really want." They knew what I meant. You could read it in
their actions and in the blush that started at their belly buttons and
rose to cover them.
"Oh, that sounds like a wonderful idea," Mom said. I am sure that was
a direct result of my programming her to make Dad the best fucked man
in LA. Mom stood and extended her hand to Dad, who stood by her. They
started for the back bedroom. The twins looked at me for
instructions.
"Go. Fuck him long and hard," I said. Abby and Betty followed our
parents to the back.
I extended my hand to Cathy. With a slutty grin, she took it. As I
led her into the bedroom, I heard Andy and Mary walking behind us.
I told you Cathy pinged men, any man she wanted to target, just as she
had been pinging me. Comparing her to a nuclear attack submarine was
appropriate. Cathy was a predator. Uncle Bert had seen it from day
one, I am sure. I had seen it several years ago. If she saw a man she
wanted, she went after him. Sexual energy flowed from her like
bullets.
I instructed Mary and Andy to undress and watch but not participate.
Andy had a sad expression, like a child being told you are taking her
sister to the movies but not her. She was not upset I was playing with
another women. She was upset she could not play, too. Mary had that
same inscrutable expression as she began to undress.
Cathy started to undress me. As you know, more than one woman has
undressed me. And, I have enjoyed more than one. Cathy was
different. Mary or Andy or even Eve were loving, soft, caring, funny,
sexy, sensual, or a host of other positive emotions when they stood
opposite me, their fingers busy on my buttons. Looking into Cathy's
eyes were like looking into the eyes of a tiger. A hungry tiger. In
the wild, not the zoo. There was no cage to protect me. And, all the
while the pinging continued.
"God, I've wanted to fuck you since I was fourteen, big brother. Do
you know how many times I came home from a date and wanted to get in
your bed?" My shirt was off and she was undoing my belt. She was
sweating profusely, making her slick breasts slide across my bare
chest. She ground her mouth into mine. My pants fell to the floor. She
tugged at my boxers.
"Come on, Davy! Take me!" she demanded, ripping off her slacks.
I fucked Cathy look and hard. She was magnificent, a well-oiled,
well-made fucking machine. I have never seen a woman sweat as much,
soaking the sheets under us. From the first stroke, she was intense,
more intense then most women get only when they are ready to climax.
Her nails dug into my back, her heels slammed against me like a jockey
kicking on his horse. She orgasmed time and time again, thrusting,
arching, her eyes unfocused and wild. Cathy never closed her eyes.
Not once. They always were open, letting me see into her soul.
If I had not programmed myself not to ejaculate, I would have cum a
dozen times. She was that good.
The strange part was with each orgasm, she seemed to intensify even
more, if that was possible. She got no relief. She started to cry,
tears of sexual frustration flowing from her beautiful but swollen
eyes. I stopped and pulled out.
"No, damn you, no! Don't stop!" I slapped her across the face.
Stunned, she stared at me.
"Cathy, this is an order. An order. You will obey me. You will not
orgasm again until I give you permission. I will count down. Only when
I say orgasm, will you orgasm. Then, you will become totally relaxed
and sleep until you are completely rested."
Frantically, she shook her head affirmatively.
When I jammed into her again, she wrapped around me in desperation. I
fucked her, feeling her tighten, like a spring being twisted to the
breaking point. I felt the ache in my ass and legs where her heels
were smashing into me, felt the rip in my back where her nails cut me.
She bit into my shoulder, driving her teeth through my flesh, drawing
blood.
"Five, four, three, two, one, orgasm!"
She screamed as her pussy locked on my cock. I exploded in her, in
self defense to keep from being crushed by the force of her pussy
muscles. As she fainted, I felt the hot liquid as her bladder
released and she pissed on us.
As I rolled off her, Andy slipped between her splayed legs.
"Leave her alone, Andy," I said.
"Please, Davy. You are my man. No matter how many women you have, you
are always my only man. I want my man's cum. Please. Give me
permission. I do not ask much of you."
I gave permission. I heard Andy slurping happily as I passed out.
To be continued . . .
Please! Give me your comments.
Email address: ezriter@hotmail.com
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