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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 sites.
Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter.
Please! Give me your comments.
E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com
This is a mind control, multi person romance with a planned thirty
plus chapters.
MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 38
On the Road
Cathy continued to daub herself dry with the towel. She was watching
me from the corner of her eye, her head angled down and away
submissively. I was concentrating, on edge waiting to feel her power
burst at me, but I felt nothing from her. When she finished, she
carefully folded the towel and hung it on the towel rod. She took a
deep breath, exhaling with a sigh.
Non verbal animals, which includes all species except humans, rely
primarily on body language to communicate. Cathy communicated very
clearly with me by her body language.
She turned her back to me, spread her legs more than shoulder width,
locked her knees, and bent from the waist, lowering her face to the
counter top, which raised her delightful ass and pussy toward me. She
was offering herself in submission to me. She had decided she could
not beat me and wanted to hold on to whatever power I let her keep
rather than risk losing it all.
As I looked at her so exposed, I considered the options at her
disposal. I think she made the correct choice for her. It is probably
the choice I would have made. What would you have done?
"Take her ass," Diablo said. For once, I agreed with him. I reached
for the cold cream the kittens keep on the counter. Cathy saw me take
it and gasped. She quivered. She jumped a little when she felt my
finger spreading cold cream on her asshole and felt it penetrate,
lubricating her.
"Hold your cheeks apart for me, Cathy," I said firmly. She hesitated.
I swatted her right ass cheek hard. Still no pinging as her hands
found her ass and spread the cheeks. I lodged my cock head against
her tender opening, pressuring it but not entering.
"Have you ever been fucked like this before?" I asked.
"No."
"No what?"
"No, sir," she whispered.
"Do you know why I am doing it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good!"
I leaned my weight into her, forcing my cock through her virgin back
hole. She gasped "oh, god" as I slid into her. I knew she would not
orgasm this way and I had already instructed myself not to cum.
Pleasure was not the purpose. Slowly, I fucked her ass until I felt my
point was made. When I yanked out, she groaned.
"Clean me with a washcloth," I commanded. She whispered a '"yes, sir"
as she began cleaning me.
"Now, go back to the dungeon."
She walked downstairs. Again, I was acutely aware, looking for
potential signs of rebellion. I felt none. She was docile as I
reattached the collar chain to the wall.
"Davy, I meant it. I will be your ally if your leave me with some
power," she said.
"I will see you in three days," was my reply.
As I locked the dungeon door, Diablo whispered, "Not bad, but you
should have made her clean you with her tongue so she could taste shit
and cold cream for three days."
"That is not necessary," the scientist retorted. "She has
surrendered."
"Power must be used or it atrophies," the devil dog responded.
Mary, Andy and Lisa were all waiting. All three wore jeans and
T-shirts, with red Patagonia cover ups. Mary and Lisa wore sneakers
but Andy had on her favorite hiking boots, those thick, ankle high
leather footwear with the thick black soles. I called Lisa aside,
gave her some instructions on clothes I wanted her to bring, stopped
in a bedroom for a few things and joined them in the car.
"What did you bring?" Andy innocently asked Lisa as Mary backed down
the driveway.
Lisa turned a bright red, diverting her face for an instant before
looking up at me with unadulterated desire.
"Just a little something to wear when I humiliate her," I replied for
her.
"Oh," Andy said, somehow satisfied by my answer.
We were rolling on Interstate 25, heading south with Denver in the
rearview mirror. We had been on the road several hours and the journey
to the Hermit's was well under way. The cruise control was set on
eighty miles per hour and the big Suburban handled it with ease. I was
driving now, with Mary riding shotgun. Andy and Lisa were in the back
seat, playing gin rummy and whispering secrets. It was cold outside
but the heater and the bright sun through the windows, created a warm
pocket for us as we flew down the road.
I had the radio on a rock and roll station. Heart's "Crazy on You"
came on and I heard Andy start to sing along with it. I could see her
animated and happy face in the rear view mirror, watch her move her
head back and forth in rhythm to the music.
"Gotcha! Gin!" she giggled and Lisa groaned. Cards were being
shuffled. I felt Andy's hand on my shoulder and her mouth close to my
ear.
"If I have a bad day or if I am gloomy, this song pops in my head. It
reminds me that no matter how bad things are, tonight I will be with
you and all will be well."
Her closed lips touched the lobe of my ear before she sat back,
humming again. I heard Lisa say she wanted a nap. Quickly, they both
were asleep, Lisa sprawled with her back against the door and Andy
curled on the seat with her head in Lisa's lap. Two kittens taking a
nap in the warm sun, except one was not a true kitten. That is, while
she acted like a kitten, she had not been programmed. I planned to
make her the second one I programmed, right after Cathy.
Mary set aside the book she was reading, and shifted in her captain's
chair to face me. Her movement caused the T-shirt to pull tight across
her breasts, revealing them so invitingly. She saw me looking at her.
Her eyes moistened and she got that little "I know you are interested
in me" smile. Her hand moved to my thigh, nails just millimeters from
my cock.
"Want to stop for a quickie?"
What a complex creature Mary was. She was always ready and available,
sometimes even eager to couple with me, but she never had really come
on to me like this. This was a sly, teasing come on, like I would
expect from a woman I had been dating a while who always had said no.
Before, Mary had been open, earthy, without guile, in her approach to
sex.
"Can I interest you in me?"
Her eyes were soft and loving but with a hint of caution. She was a
luscious woman. I cupped a breast in my hand. She smiled seductively
and arched, giving me easier access. I played with a nipple ring,
watching the heat grow in her.
"Always, but not right now. Why are you coming on like this?"
She blushed. Now, that was a first from Mary.
"I feel a darkness in you. I feel a wall being built separating me
from you. Honestly, it scares me. I just want to know I am loved."
"Read my mind."
She moved to sit as close to me as she could and still remain in the
bucket seat with her belt securely fastened. Her left arm rested on
the back of my chair so her hand could play with my hair.
"I can't read your mind, not in the sense you mean anyway. I cannot
see your thoughts. But, I have seen Bert deal with his own needs, his
own use of the power the formula gave him. I have seen him fight it.
And, I have helped him. Oh, Davy, I know you very well and I am good
at reading people. Besides, don't you know all women have a sixth
sense about their man and his thoughts?"
Her voice trailed off, her look intensified. The tires hummed on the
highway and the radio kicked in with ZZ Top, a hard riving song to
match our speed.
"How did Uncle Bert handle it?"
"As some point, he realized he was just a man with a man's
limitations. He accepted that. That acceptance allowed him to have
the life he wanted. Even with that, if he saw a woman he wanted, he,
well, he was a horny old tom cat. But, he quit using his power to
inflict pain. More important, he began to enjoy himself immensely."
It was the first time she had openly talked about Uncle Bert, my
father, and his life. I had a few questions over the past months and
received some answers, usually ones which were short and to the
point. I wanted her to talk and encouraged her to continue.
"When I was first with him and he was still learning his power, he
sometimes would be very cruel. For example, we were together at
dinner and a young couple came in, sitting at the table next to us.
They appeared to be on their honeymoon. She was about average in
attractiveness but she had a wild gleam in her eye. Bert was
attracted to her and started to flirt. The husband became very
obnoxious about it."
She was looking away now, remembering that time, letting the pictures
go through her mind once again.
"Bert invited them over to his place to make amends. He programmed
them. The husband, who was a proud young lawyer, was programmed to
accept what his wife would do without complaining and with support for
her." She sighed. "The wife was programmed to take a new lover every
month and have sex with him while the husband watched. Then, she was
to make her husband clean her lover's cum from her with his tongue
while she berated him. Bert did it with her five times just to make
sure the programming was working. You should have seen the abject
humiliation on the husband's face."
"Sounds like fun." What that me who said that?
"I know you think it sounds like fun. That is what scares me."
"How about Lisa? You do not seem to mind about her."
"She is not programmed. She wants some humiliation. It is a turn on
and any body's turn on is okay with me. What Bert did to that young
couple was different."
"How did he change?"
"By the end, he was happy having sex with other women, of them being
available. He programmed them to enjoy it and he programmed them so
nobody got hurt."
"When I was searching for the letters, I found one from a wife saying
her husband wanted to watch Bert fuck her."
"The husband's turn on. Nobody got hurt."
"What is your turn on, Mary?"
"Pleasing my man. My man was Bert. Now, it is you and pleasing you
turns me on. In that way, I am like most women, Davy."
"You do please me. I am sure you always will."
The conversation died as we sped toward the New Mexico line. We
stopped at Raton Pass, just inside the New Mexico border. At a truck
stop, we pumped the Suburban full of gas and ourselves full of greasy
burgers before heading out again. I am not going to tell you which
direction we headed. We might have slid west into the Indian
Reservations of Arizona and New Mexico. We might have headed due south
toward El Paso and Mexico. Or, gone east into Texas. If I tell you
too much, you can find the Hermit's hideaway and I don't want you to
do that.
It was dark and we were well on our way when I stopped again. I found
a little hole in the wall cafe where the four of us ate a surprisingly
good dinner. I found a motel and got adjoining rooms, giving us four
double beds and two bathrooms.
"What are we going to do?" Andy asked, turning on the cable.
"Well, you and Mary are going to stay here. Lisa and I are going to
find a honky tonk and see just how much humiliation she likes."
"No, please," Lisa said, but she was so excited she could barely
breathe. Her face was red as a beet.
All eyes were on Lisa as I told her what to wear. She ran in the
other room to change.
"I think she was really enjoy this," Andy said. "You are sweet for
doing it for her."
"Oh, yes. We are sweet. Take that little bitch with you. The
humiliation would kill her," Diablo sneered in my mind.
"No. It should be just Dave and Lisa," the scientist replied.
"What is the use of doing something for her if she wants it? Do it to
someone who does not want it. That is power!"
Two women. Two totally different desires, at least as to humiliation.
Two voices in my head. Two totally different approaches to
everything.
Lisa reappeared dressed exactly like I told her.
"Wow, Lisa. You look like a real slut," Andy said. It was not said
cruelly. Nothing Andy ever did was cruel. It was said almost in
admiration. And, that is the way Lisa took it. Mary had a sad smile
as Lisa pirouetted to let us see her.
"Are we going to take the younger blonde or not?" Diablo barked.
"Not," the scientist answered and I agreed with him.
"Well, Davy? Do I look okay?"
Lisa was braless and wearing a sheer, see through white blouse. Her
breasts and their rings were easily seen. She had on a very short
skirt which was skin tight, thigh high stockings and five inch heels
on her pumps. The skirt barely covered the stockings tops when she
stood. When she sat, she would be exposed. She had on very heavy
makeup with bright red lips and black eye shadow.
Yes, she looked like a slut but she needed one more accessory.
"Raise your skirt," I commanded.
She wiggled, drawing her skirt above her waist. I took the gold chain
from my pocket, ran it through the ring through her vestibule and
fastened the latch to the clit ring. I let it drop and its weight
tugged both rings, making her gasp.
"No, I can't wear that," she said, shivering from the tug on her
pussy.
The chain was long enough so it came to mid calf. A gold bell hung
from its end. The swinging weight gave her varying and continual pussy
stimulation. Every movement made the bell tinkle noticeably. It was
clear the bell and the idea of the bell brought Lisa close to orgasm.
"I still think the blonde should be going," Diablo said. The scientist
scoffed at that idea.
"Come on, Lisa," I said aloud. "Let's go honkytonkin."
To be continued . . .
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