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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.

E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com

This is a mind control, multi person romance with a planned fifty plus
chapters.

Please!  Give me your comments.


MY INHERITANCE

Chapter 40

Decorations

Quickly, I was asleep and dreaming.

I was in a huge mansion, like San Simeon or an English castle, with
unabashed opulence.  I was in a large sitting room, probably two
thousand square feet in an approximate square, with twenty feet high
ceilings.  Animal heads and art work decorated the mahogany walls.
There were heads of wild beasts such as rhino and grizzly. The art was
by Van Gogh, Monet and other masters.

The most interesting decorations were the statues, each is a small,
partially recessed display in the walls. Michaelangelo's David was
there. So was Venus de Milo, except I knew it was a copy since it was
a complete woman with arms.  As I watched her beauty I thought I saw
her breathe.  I walked closer to observe her.

It was a live woman, her skin painted the gray-brown color of stone,
her movements perfectly still except for the rise and fall of her
breasts as she breathed. As I admired her, a man approached with a
woman behind him.

"Excuse me, master," he said. "It is time to change the decoration."

"I beg your pardon?"

"As you ordered, master, we change the woman each hour so that they
will be fresh for your enjoyment.  Standing so perfectly still tires
them, master."

"Of course. Proceed."

The woman was shaky, her muscles tired and unresponsive from holding
her pose, as the man helped her down from the pedestal, before
assisting the other woman to her position.  Immediately, she stood
still, frozen for an hour of time as Venus. I wandered down the walls,
checking each of the live statues in their display cubicles. Again,
the man approached me.

"Master, I am going to change the woman in 'The Threesome' statue.
Would it please you to watch?" the custodian asked me.

"Certainly."

It was then I saw the large sculpture occupying the center of the
room. It appeared to be cut from one piece of green marble.  A carved
stone man lay on his back, legs together, arms up with elbows bent and
hands open. Another man was kneeling over him, facing his feet.  The
art work was magnificent with each muscle and sinew of these
stereotypical perfect males clearly created by the caring hands of a
master sculptor.

Each marble man had an erection, his green marble cock thick and
powerful with each vein and fold of stone skin clearly visible. They
were circumcised with helmet heads to their substantial members.  The
one on his back had prodigious equipment, probably ten inches long.
The one kneeling was only about five inches but just as thick as the
other.

The custodian motioned and a woman appeared. She was naked and
beautiful.  Her skin had been oiled, making it gleam in the
directional lighting focused on the sculpture.  She had a soft
appearance, with lush thighs and ass. Gracefully, she climbed to the
statue. She knelt over the marble cock thrust upward, spread the lips
of her pussy and lowered herself onto it. I could tell by her face and
the twitching of her leg muscles, she was filled to capacity and the
stone cock pleased her.

With the stone cock securely buried in her, she arranged her waist
length hair, letting it cascade behind her.  She moved her torso so
her breasts rested in the open hands of the marble man under her,
gingerly pushing her flesh to fill his frozen stone fingers. With a
slight tilt of her head, she encompassed the stone cock of the
kneeling statue with her mouth, taking him in until her lips touched
his pubic bone.  She put her hands on the cheeks of his ass as if
holding him into her and froze, her movements ceasing as if she was a
marble woman herself.

I watched for a few minutes, seeing no movement by her except the
gentle sign of her breathing.  She was truly a living statue.  Even
with her stillness, I could see the moisture oozing from her pussy as
her body responded naturally to the marble cock in her. Then, a dabble
of saliva appeared in the corner of her mouth.

I reached out and touched the soft silky warmness of her skin with one
hand and the cold stone of his thigh with the other, feeling the
contrasts in texture and warmth. Her muscle twitched as I slid my hand
along her thigh to caress her ass. I ran my finger against her sex,
loading it with moisture. She quivered when I placed it at her
asshole. Her tender back hole spasmed against my finger as it slid
into her. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead as she fought to be
perfectly still as I moved my digit back and forth, stimulating her. I
withdrew before she orgasmed, causing her to moan around the marble
cock in her mouth.  From no where, a woman appeared, knelt by me and
sucked my finger into her mouth. After throughly cleaning me with her
tongue, she dried my hand on her hair and disappeared again.

I became aware of the sitting area and turned my attention back to the
room.

There were three chairs, placed at the points of a triangle facing
each other, with room for people to easily walk between them. The
floor between the chairs was covered by a magnificent Persian rug. The
chairs were large, overstuffed, with leather upholstery in a deep,
dark burgundy, and high backs.

I sat in the empty chair. The devil dog occupied one.  The third was
the scientist, whom we now called Doc, although he was not a medical
doctor.  All three of us were immaculately dressed in identical three
piece Brooks Brothers suits in a fine gray wool with a very narrow
white pinstripe.  We wore expensive, leather, wing-tipped, shoes,
polished to a high gloss. Our shirts were hand made with English
collars and French cuffs.  Only our ties were different. Mine was a
light purple, the color of an Iris, with small portraits on it.  The
portraits were heads of women, some clearly presented as in a
photograph, others in Picasso-like abstractions.  The scientist wore a
soft, muted goldenrod with scientific formulas, such as E=mc2,  in a
black script and jumbled about.  The devil dog's tie was a cherry red,
like a fire, with no decorations of any kind.

A beautiful blonde young woman entered with a drink tray, serving us
brandy in Waterford crystal goblets.

Black, patent leather, boots covered her feet and ankles. The boots
had stiletto heels of probably seven or eight inches, forcing her to
walk on tip toes.  The boot was laced up the front, over her arch, in
the style worn at the turn of the twentieth century. But, these boots
had a wide leather strap around the top to hold the laces in place.
That strap was locked with a golden padlock. A golden chain
approximately a foot long ran from boot to boot, restricting her
steps.  The extreme height of the heels made her leg and ass muscles
tight, displaying them to perfection. That height, and the short steps
she was forced to take, made her walk with a very sensual sway.

She wore a patent leather corset.  The corset was extremely tight and
perfectly fit.  It covered her neck to crotch. It appeared to have
steel support bars in it because her posture was kept in a rigid and
perfect position. The top was a rigid collar which extended behind her
ears and under her chin, forcing her to look only forward. She could
tilt her head downward but an inch.

Her waist was impossibly narrow, probably only ten or eleven inches,
as the corset molded her figure into an extreme wasp shape.  The
corset was cut out around her breasts, leaving them both bare and
showcased, making them appear to be huge.  When she turned her back to
me, I saw the corset was held in place by a single strap, about two
inches wide, running between the cheeks of her ass, forcing it out and
emphasizing its beauty and shape. In front, the corset restraining
strap spilt in two, going past her pussy on each side.  Her labia were
bloated and wet with juice, her clit was almost two inches long and
rigid.

She never looked up, keeping her head tilted the little the corset
allowed and her eyes down turned submissively at all times. Her golden
hair was braided into French curls which touched at the crown of her
lovely head. In each curl, a leather handle was braided into the hair
for easy grasping if a man wished to hold her that way. After serving
the drinks, she gracefully knelt to all fours before Diablo. It was
then I noticed that his cock, in fact, all our cocks, were outside our
trousers. She kissed the tip of his cock, then scurried to Doc to do
the same. Then, she kissed mine, her lips lingering gently on my cock
head and the tip of her tongue caressing the blind eye of my cock. She
knelt before me with her forehead touching the floor.

"Is something wrong?" I asked her.

"No, master, but, I beg of you, sir, to grant me one small wish."

"What?"

"Please.  Would you touch me?"

"Here! Touch her with that!  She is to be whipped for speaking without
permission.  She knows the rules!" Diablo barked, throwing me a riding
crop.

"Were you aware that speaking would result in your whipping, kitten?"

"Yes, master, but I so wish your touch. If you chose to do so with a
whip,  I would much prefer it to no touch at all."

"Then, make your pussy available, kitten."

She quickly turned to lie on her back. She brought her legs up, with
knees locked and touching her exposed breast.  While I could easily
strike her exposed ass and pussy, I stopped to observe her. It was a
perfect ass, a perfect pussy.  Even with as many kittens as I had, I
could still appreciate the best qualities in them.  I reached to let
my finger gently slide down the opening of her slit. She groaned and
quivered, an orgasm apparently seizing her.

"She is to be punished more severely for orgasming without
permission," Diablo snapped.

"I understand the rules.  I made them. Now, be quiet!" I said to the
ever present devil dog.

"What did you say your name was, kitten?"

"Andrea Mathews, master, but I am called Andy."

Only then did I recognize her, but I felt no special feeling for her.
I could see that see had already been whipped on at least one occasion
with purplish welts running across her thighs and ass.

"Have you been previously whipped, kitten?"

"Yes, master, but only by you."

"For what reason?"

"Always the same reason, master.  For asking for your touch.  And, for
orgasming when I receive it."

I remembered then that her pussy had the most sweet and delightful
taste, like nectar from the gods. I instructed her to give me her
ankles, which she immediately did. I detached the chain. She slipped
her arms inside her legs, forcing herself wider by leveraged elbow to
knee, which bent her double. I leaned forward, my elbows braced on my
thighs, and took her hips in my hands. I lifted her up and lowered my
head to her sex like a man eating watermelon on a picnic.

Her taste was delicious. Her pussy seemed to be full of her love
juices, and like an eternal spring flowing from the bottom,
continually full, as I lapped and sucked to my heart's content.  She
was in a state of continual orgasm, tightening and releasing, moaning,
whimpering, thanking me for pleasuring her.  Her juices had a
rejuvenating effect on me, like drinking a potion of energy and
revitalization.  I lapped until I was satiated before setting her back
on the floor. She immediately offered her feet and I reattached the
chain. She assumed the whipping position again.

"Well, Andy, I suppose one hard lash from the riding crop across your
cunt will do you good."

"Yes, master.  Thank you."

I pulled back the whip to strike her, but Doc began speaking and Andy
vanished from the spot.

"I believe we are in agreement," Doc said. "We will secure the formula
immediately."

"Correct. We need to begin production and activate our plan," Diablo
replied, puffing on another one of his big, thick and foul smelling
cigars.

"We must dedicate our lives to the plan," Doc said with strong
emphasis, his hands flailing the air.

"What plan?" I asked.

"Good God, man! Haven't you been paying attention?  Our plan. The plan
to control. To control everything! We will start in the United States,
with Hollywood and the media. From there to Washington.  England and
Russia next, followed by Germany, France and Japan. Then, we spread
outward around the world."

"I have not approved this plan," I said, leaning forward to face
Diablo.

"But, you will, my friend, you will."

He gave me a pompous look and leaned back, puffing on his cigar.
Something wet and hot was on my cock, sucking it, sucking it hard.  I
looked down to see his doggy mouth on me. Then, his lips rolled back
and I saw his fangs.  He opened his massive jaws to bite.

"No!" I shouted and shoved him away hard.

I heard a thud as I sat upright in bed.  Andy was on the floor.

"Sorry, Davy.  I thought you liked me waking you that way," she said.

She was sitting on her right hip, legs drawn up under her, right arm
supporting her weight.  She was rubbing her left hip with her hand.
Her hair was soft around her, an uncombed, jumbled mass.  She gave me
a sweet, innocent, shy, and very loving smile, looking away a moment
before locking onto me with her blue laser eyes which were hot with
genuine love and submissive desire.

Suddenly, I wanted to hold her, to fuck her, to make love to her, more
than I wanted anything in the world.


To be continued . . .

Please!  Give me your comments.

E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com



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