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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 25

Dream

I heard the front door open and a whispered exchange.  I sneaked up to
find Abby and Betty in hard embraces with the two men they had allowed
to pick them up earlier in the day.  Chet (I think he was Chet) was
attached to Abby. His hands were cupping her ass, holding her tightly
against what I was sure was an erection. She had molded herself to
him. Her arms were around his neck.  They were kissing passionately.
Jason had one hand up Betty's sweater on her breast, the other on her
neck holding her mouth to his. Her arm was around him, the other hand
lay limp on his arm.  I heard Betty moan slightly as she broke the
kiss. 

"Hi, kids. Having fun?" I said in a loud voice. 

Abby and Betty jumped and squealed, turning a beet red.  The guys did
not know if they were suppose to look macho or contrite, run or stay.
I gave them a "gotcha" smile before I took my sisters aside.

"If you two want them to spend the night, the four of you can have the
big bed in my bedroom.  We are going to sleep in front of the fire."

At first, Abby and Betty did not believe I meant it. I am sure they
thought it was a test of some kind. But, when they realized I was
serious, they were overjoyed.  I invited everyone in, told them to
make themselves at home and suggested a snack before bedtime. Their
hunger was not for food and the four of them almost ran to the big
bedroom, with Mary going along to make sure everything was all right
for guests.  In a few minutes, Mary came back in with a wicked smile.
She was carrying nightgowns for Andy and herself. 

"Everything set up?"  I asked.

"Of course.  What do you plan to do with the videos?"

"I will think of something," I replied with an evil grin.  As I said,
the bedrooms had video making and playing capability. Perhaps, I
should explain more fully. I could make home videos of anything that
went on in any bedroom in the house at any time without the occupants
being aware they were being photographed. 

Yes, I was going to record Abby and Betty fucking those two guys.
What a horrible thing to do to my beloved sisters, you say?  Big
brothers are suppose to devil their sisters.  It is the law.  In the
Constitution.  Look it up, if you don't believe me.  Anyway, they were
my kittens.  Remember?   And, yes, I did have videos of my parents. 

Mary, Andy and I visited and cuddled until Andy fell asleep next to
me.  I rolled her gently on her side and covered her over.  I lay back
to sleep with Mary against me, her head on my arm. 

Sleep would not come.  

Thinking Mary was asleep, I eased her off my arm and went into the
kitchen where I stuck my head in the refrigerator to see what I could
find.    When I looked up, she was sitting at the kitchen table
watching me. 

"Do you want to talk about it, Davy?"

"About what."

"About what is eating on you.  About your life."

"Nothing is eating on me."

"Yes, it is. And, you need to talk about it.  Do you realize how you
have changed in just the past few weeks?  How passive you have
become?"

"Well, Cathy's need will change that."

"Will it?  Well?"

I did not answer.  When I started making a sandwich, Mary pushed me
away from the counter and took my head in her hands.

"It is the power, Davy.  You cannot ignore it.  You have the power
simply from your brain and personality and wealth, simply from your
maleness. You have it even if you do not ever find the formula. With
the formula, you have greater power over Andy and me and 3,000 others.
You need to face it and conquer it."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I mean."  She kissed me and
walked away, leaving me with cold cuts and a cold feeling.  

I knew what she meant.  I realized I had been passive, lazy, not
pressing for the formula, not using the power I already had. The
problem was me.  For example, Mary had said how much she liked to be
bound, how she enjoyed being taken. Had I?  I mean, when she said it,
it made me instantly hard. But now?  Was I afraid of hurting her?
Yes.  But, more than that, I was afraid of losing control, my control. 

When I returned to the living room, she was asleep.  I slipped between
them and closed my eyes.   Normally, I do not remember my dreams. This
one I will never forget.

I was naked, standing by a river flowing through a desert which looked
scorched, as if the earth had been cleansed by fire.  I was the only
one on my side of the river. On the other side, I could see Mary,
Andy, my family and thousands of other people with unknown or
indistinguishable faces. They were naked as they milled around in a
dazed and confused way.  They could not see me. 

Then, on my side, Santa Claus came walking towards me. He was dressed
like Santa, black boots, white beard and all, except his red suit was
dirty and torn. His face looked worn, exhausted, like a soldier after
a long and losing battle. He was leading a huge dog on a steel chain
leash.  "Ho, ho, Merry Christmas," Santa said, in an angry, biting
voice with a meanness not expected of the jolly ole elf.  He handed me
the leash.  

"This is yours now."  It was a dog, a devil dog. 

The dog was a giant animal,  a wolf as big as a Shetland pony.  He was
not a Hollywood wolf but an ordinary wolf except for his size, with
shaggy grey hair, except he did not look cowed, but was erect and
straight as if he were the leader of the pack. I looked in his eyes.
They were cold, cunning but neutral. Santa said, "You control the dog
or he will control you."  Santa was Uncle Bert now, his face, his
voice, still in the red uniform.  

I was painfully aware of my nakedness, my own vulnerability, and my
sense of loneliness.  The chain was very heavy in my hands.  I was
deeply chilled and shivering as I turned to look at the dog again. His
eyes turned red and he showed his teeth.  I could sense he was going
to lunge, so I yanked the chain hard.  It came off in my hand and the
dog disappeared.

"Help me, please. Help me."  The cry was a woman on the other side of
the river. 

In terror and frenzy, I ran to the river's edge.  It was not wide but
ran a torrent, much too fast for me to cross. The other people were
gone except Mary, who lay dead. She was naked, her flesh bruised and
torn as if by claws, her throat ripped open by teeth.  Her corpse was
covered in blood.  Her face was frozen in a look of extreme pain.

"Help me," the women cried.  

>From nowhere, Andy was suddenly there by her mother's dead body.  She
>was screaming. 
"Please, Davy, help me.  I love you. Protect me, Davy. Help me!"  The
dog appeared from nowhere, walking on his back legs like a man.  He
grabbed Andy and threw her on her back.

"No," she screamed as he mounted her.  His cock was huge and red as he
slammed it into her, fucking her unmercifully as she screamed in
agony, blood flowing from her torn vagina. I could see the dew claws
on his huge front paws shred her skin of her sides as he held her in
place.  The dog's mouth opened revealing huge teeth. He lowered his
head toward Andy's throat. 

"Andy!" I screamed.

"Ssh, Davy. I'm right here.  It's okay."  I felt her arms around me,
her head next to mine. Her hand was stroking my face.  "Sweetheart,
you were having a bad dream. That is all.  I am right here by you."  I
felt other hands on me and Mary's soft murmur in my ear. I was
shaking, covered in sweat, the visions playing over and over even as
the two of them held and comforted me. 

I thought I would never sleep again, but the instant my head hit the
pillow, I was in a deep sleep.

I was by the river again but my terrain was a beautiful lush
tree-covered river bank, with long, soft, green grass and many
colorful flowers.  I was alone.  The river was a clear running and
gentle stream.  On the other side, I could see unknown men and women
in a wild bacchanal, enjoying themselves without end. 

The dog walked on his hind legs into the scene.  The people ran
screaming in terror.  Many women were following the dog. They were all
naked, with forlorn, lost expressions on their faces, heavy steel
collars around their necks, thick chains from the collars dragging the
ground. 

The dog saw me and grinned.  He took the chain of two women I did not
know and led them across the river to me.  When they reached my side,
the women became Andy and Mary.  He ordered me to fuck them, telling
me they would die if I did not. Frantic, they both begged me to take
them.  Their faces were devoid of emotion in spite of the terror in
their voices. Their eyes were dead as if in a trance. 

When I crawled between Andy's legs, I reached down to put my cock her
in.  It was gone.  I had no cock, no balls.  Nothing.  As if it had
never been there.  I was staring down at my crotch, unable to
comprehend my missing genitalia. When I looked back up, Andy had
become the dog.  He threw me on the ground and seized my throat with
his teeth.  He shook me hard.

"Wake up, Davy.  Wake up!  You are dreaming again."

I fell against Andy's shoulder, grateful to be awake and alive. I held
on for dear life, trying to steady myself, to slow my racing heart. It
was only four a.m. Andy comforted me as Mary made a pot of coffee.  

"Sweetheart, tell me what is wrong," Andy asked in her genuine love
and concern.  I looked at Mary.  I could tell she knew what was wrong,
almost as if she had been in my head as I was dreaming.  I did not
want to frighten Andy so I made up a story about an asteroid shower
and blamed it on the cold cuts I had eaten.  They fell back asleep by
me.  I sat and stared at the embers in the fireplace, my mind unable
to release either the dreams or what they meant. 

I did not know exactly what the dream meant but I knew how if affected
me.  It was the second call to action I had received this week, the
first being Uncle Bert's message about Cathy.  

I was energized, more energized than I could remember feeling in some
time.  I do not mean just sexual.  I felt more sexual, too, but, I
mean I felt more ready to take on the world.  I wondered if the
programming I had received had affected me some way, some way
unintended by Uncle Bert, making me more docile. Whatever, I was ready
to face it.

About six, I heard a cheery "Merry Christmas, Davy."  I looked up to
see my Mother standing over me.

My Mother was always an early riser, awakening each day refreshed and
ready to tackle her world.  She always made us breakfast each morning,
no matter how late she had been up the night before grading papers or
reviewing lab work.  

"Merry Christmas, Mom," I replied.  "How did you sleep?"

"Wonderfully.  Did the twins ever come in last night?"

" Yes. They are in the big bedroom with two guys."  

"They are what?  How dare they do that."  She turned on her heel.  I
called out "Do you prefer sirloin or tube steak?"  In a moment, she
was in her trance.  I programmed her to allow the twins and Cathy
whatever sexual freedom they wished. When I brought her out of the
trance and again told her the twins were shacked up in the big
bedroom, she had no problem with it at all.  It made sense she had
been programmed to allow these kind of activities since Uncle Bert
wanted me to have the freedom.  I am just glad he left her programming
open where I could make further modifications. 

Mom scurried off to the kitchen.  At our house Christmas morning, Mom
and Dad always got up first and made breakfast. When the four of us
were younger, they would eat before we arose.  We four would be asleep
together, usually on the floor in my bedroom, covered in piles of
blankets as if we were camping out.  We would have been up late the
night before, so excited about Christmas we could not sleep which made
us groggy Christmas morning.  I think that was their plan.

Mary stirred.  Sluggishly, she got up and went into the back.  In a
few minutes, she went into the kitchen to help Mom.  Cathy was the
next awake, looking happy and well rested.  Her arrival awakened Andy.  

The twins and their guys were still asleep when Dad announced everyone
wanted to open presents.   I got the job of waking up the foursome.
Betty was curled up in Chet's arms, his leg over hers.   Abby was
spooned against Chet from the other side.  Jason was touching no one,
splayed out, snoring slightly.  He had kicked the covers off.  Since
Betty started out with Jason, I was sure we would have some great
videos to watch. 

It took an hour before, Abby and Betty were dressed. We fed them and
the guys, who ate more food then even I did before they left.  Andy
and Cathy acted as Santa, handing out all the presents stacked under
the huge tree in the corner.  Mom and Dad had brought everything from
home, including what I had shipped out there to them since I did not
know they were surprising us with a visit. We got what you would
expect, with Eddie Bauer, Neiman Marcus and J Crew being the stores of
choice.  

I spent a few bucks on these beautiful women but that is what money is
for, isn't it, to spend on women?  I know you women feel that way.  

We got dressed and went skiing after lunch.  The day was perfect with
a bright sun overhead.   Cathy went with the twins. We saw them about
an hour later surrounded by a herd of guys.  Mom and Dad skied by
themselves.  Mary, Andy and I went all out, racing down the slope as
quickly as we could.  Then, we did it again.

For dinner, we cooked steaks over the pit in back.  Uncle Bert was
smart enough to build a covered barbeque pit, with the cover tilting
to let the snow slide away from the fire pit. You might think cooking
outdoors when the temperature was nineteen sounds crazy but the hot
fire kept us warm and Dad's hot buttered rum kept us warmer. 

Cathy and the twins asked if they could bring home some friends. When
I found out, it was fourteen guys, I said no, suggesting they limit
themselves to one guy a piece. So, it was just eleven for dinner
before my sisters and their new mates went out for the evening.   

I do not want anyone to think I was trying to get rid of my family but
I had some things I wanted to get done. Christmas night, I suggested
they go spend a few days in Aspen, which they accepted with glee,
deciding to leave early on the twenty-sixth. 

I was almost afraid to go to sleep Christmas night, but I did.  The
devil dog stayed away.

To be continued. . . .

Please! Give me your comments!

Email address: ezriter@hotmail.com 





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