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My Inheritance: Chapter 40

by E.Z. Riter

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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. Michelangelo’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 artwork 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 nowhere, a woman appeared, knelt by me and sucked my finger into her mouth. After thoroughly 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. ___________ Additional stories by E. Z. Riter can be found at www.storiesonline.net, and ftp://ftp.asstr.org./pub/Authors/E.Z.Riter which contains all the author’s stories.


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My Inheritance: Chapter 01

My Inheritance By EZRiter -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The following author's note still applies. Dear Readers, I have received many e-mails from many readers. From a small group, I have received multiple e-mails. I wish to thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for contacting me and for your words of support. It has

My Inheritance: Chapter 02

Chapter 2 - I Meet Andy Back on the road, my thoughts again turned to Uncle Bert and all he and I shared. The Stevens women were not the only ones we bonked together, for bonking seemed to be Uncle Bert's favorite past time and it quickly became mine. In fact, I hated going home at the end of each summer. It was like going into a monastery after being with Uncle Bert. He and I

My Inheritance: Chapter 03

Chapter 3 - The Message from the Grave When I awakened, the sun was up and she was gone. So was Uncle Bert's Bronco. I panicked momentarily, fearing she had stolen it, but, I found a fresh pot of coffee and a note in the kitchen. "Sweetheart. Went for groceries. I love you. Andy." In a few minutes she was back with an armload of food. She made bacon, eggs and toast. We visited

My Inheritance: Chapter 04

Chapter 4 - Reflections and Mary After completing the long message from Uncle Bert which he had programmed her to give me, Andy went into her inactive phase, her head falling to her chest. I called her name. She awakened dazed, as if she had been asleep a long time, and stiff from kneeling. I carried her into the bedroom, letting her sleep while I thought about what I had heard.

My Inheritance: Chapter 05

Chapter 5 - Hide 'N Seek and Other Games After we arrived at Uncle Bert's house, Andy played back his message perfectly. I decided to take his advise and have Andy program me with the last remaining hypnotic drug potion in existence, just as Uncle Bert had suggested I do. I said, "Andy, please teach me Yiddish." "What are you talking about?" she said. "Good," I thought. I had

My Inheritance: Chapter 06

Chapter 6 - Two Road Trips and A Funeral Uncle Bert's funeral was that day. We all attended, of course, as did his huge family and many others I had never met. Uncle Bert was well loved. I was surprised how many women were there without a male escort. A lot had wedding rings. I know it was a sad occasion being a funeral and all, but, I know Uncle Bert. He would have gotten a

My Inheritance: Chapter 07

Chapter 7 - Love Letters Immediately on our return to Colorado, I tried to follow the instructions Uncle Bert had given me through the nun in Santa Fe. I guess I was surprised he had used a nun. I did not think about it at the time, but she was probably the only woman he ever met he did not try to boink. Then, maybe he did. I thought the third house was Aspen since Uncle Bert

My Inheritance: Chapter 08

Chapter 8 - New York, New York, It’s a Wonderful Town It took the next six weeks to again read all the texts Uncle Bert had arranged for me to read. With Andy and Mary around, I did not spend full time reading, of course. But, I did spend a great deal of time on them. I was very pleased Uncle Bert had programmed me for higher and greater intellectual and memory capacities. From

My Inheritance: Chapter 09

Chapter 9 - Bound to Be Good Thanks to my Uncle Bert, who was intent on teaching me even from the grave, there I was, hanging by my wrists, naked as the day I was borne, with a six nine Amazon in a black cat suit holding a whip and standing over me like an avenging Satan. I knew she was programmed by Uncle Bert to make me submit and that my control over her would not work during

My Inheritance: Chapter 10

Chapter 10 - San Francisco, Here I Cum We took a 747 from New York to San Francisco, went directly to the Mark Hopkins hotel to rest and overcome jet lag. All right, we checked in early to fuck, if you must know everything. Andy was asleep on the bed, prettier than a centerfold, as I sat in the arm chair watching her, sipping on a Coke and thinking about my situation. While I

My Inheritance: Chapter 11

Chapter 11 - Lisa Andy and I, as part of our training mandated by Uncle Bert and given by Madame Delilah who ran the best call girl service in the country, had been playing whore-john on the streets of San Francisco. Andy was dressed like a street whore, not a classy call girl which is training we did with Rebecca, but a cheap whore: tank top, super high heels, super short

My Inheritance: Chapter 12

Chapter 12 - Lisa's Submission There I was in my own bedroom in the house where I grew up. Andy, my kitten of six months, was naked and kneeling at my feet. Since she had been programmed by Uncle Bert to be my kitten (as he called his female slaves), this was no surprise. Lisa, the bitch I had dated who was un-programmed, was naked, kneeling beside Andy. Lisa was begging me to

My Inheritance: Chapter 13

Chapter 13 - Home Again After stopping at the tattoo parlor where I had a gold ring inserted through Lisa's clit hood, Andy, Lisa and I drove in the Bronco from the Denver airport to the ranch north of Glenwood Springs which I had inherited from Uncle Bert. It was a cold, clear, crisp Colorado day, with the sun bright in the sky with we arrived about three in the afternoon. Andy

My Inheritance: Chapter 14

Chapter 14 - A Quiet Day We were in Aspen with Christmas less than two weeks away. It was the first time I had been in the Aspen house since I inherited it from Uncle Bert except for the brief time I spent looking for the love letters. Remember, the nun in Santa Fe told me about them. Those letters were a clue to the formula that was my treasure hunt. Wanting to get Andy and

My Inheritance: Chapter 15

Chapter 15 - Learning From Mary Something smooth and damp was rubbing my nose as I slept on my back. I was in that groggy, disoriented state when you first awaken from a deep, sound sleep, not knowing where you are or how you got there. When I tried to shake my head, I could not. Something was on each side of it, trapping me. My eyes popped open to see a hairless pussy close up.

My Inheritance: Chapter 16

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

My Inheritance: Chapter 17

Chapter 17 - Last Day in Aspen I felt someone shaking me gently. I opened my eyes to see Lisa smiling down at me, dressed in ski shirt and pants with her leather collar on, as always. "Good morning, Davy. Breakfast in fifteen minutes. Here is your coffee," she said before kissing me. I was spooned with Andy, her delicious ass pressed hard into my crotch. I stretched, bumping her and

My Inheritance: Chapter 18

Chapter 18 - Lisa Leaves It was three days to Christmas as Andy, Mary, Lisa and I drove in the Bronco from Aspen. Thanks to the Colorado Highway Department, the roads were clear with mounds of snow packed along side, but I kept the truck in four-wheel drive. We stopped at the ranch in Glenwood Springs, then in Vail to get Lisa's possessions. We were taking her to the Denver airport.

My Inheritance: Chapter 19

Chapter 19 - Mouse Play After leaving Mary and Andy in Denver shopping, I headed for Vail. I drove the new Suburban into my driveway about two in the afternoon on December 23. For the first time in six months, I did not have one of my wonderful kittens with me. Suddenly, my tiredness and that well fucked feeling left me. Horny as a billy goat, I headed out into the bright,

My Inheritance: Chapter 20

Chapter 20 - A New Kitten I awakened at the bottom of a human pile. Andy was crushed against one side, her mass of blonde hair over my face inhibiting my breathing, her head over my arm. Tinker Bell was jammed against me on the other side. Sometime in the night, Mary had rolled over Tink and me, crushing Tink into the bed, placing her head next to mine on the pillow. Mary's

My Inheritance: Chapter 21

Chapter 21 - Pinged Andy was mortified. She began to blush, the red rising from somewhere under the ski skin which encased her delicious body to cover her face. She was red as a lobster. Her lower lip quivered. Really though, it was a laughable situation. There Eve (I will continue to call her that, if you don't mind) and I were, naked and obviously freshly fucked, when Andy asked

My Inheritance: Chapter 22

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

My Inheritance: Chapter 23

Chapter 23 - Proper Lady Mary shook me, awakening me. She said I had only been out about three minutes. Mary had cleaned up Cathy, wiping her with a damp cloth. As she instructed, I carried Cathy into the small third bedroom and put her to bed. Mary covered her over and closed the door as we left. When we returned to my bedroom, Andy was changing the sheets. It was impossible to

My Inheritance: Chapter 24

Chapter 24 - Christmas Eve My cock was buried to the hilt in Andy's hot, dripping pussy. She was on top, where she had ridden me to a magnificent climax. She had thrown her hair forward, arranging it around us like a small tent covering our heads. The sunlight filtered through her golden hair into the small world she created just for us. Her big, blue eyes were soft, loving. She

My Inheritance: Chapter 25

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

My Inheritance: Chapter 26

Chapter 26 - Finishing the Assignment On the morning of the twenty-sixth, I leant my Suburban to Mom and Dad, loaded them and my sisters in it and waved goodbye to them. They were going to spend a few days at my Aspen house. Mary and Andy knew I had eight more women to fuck in Vail to complete my assignment from Uncle Bert. Only non-kittens counted. As we discussed strategy, I

My Inheritance: Chapter 27

Chapter 27 - Good, Clean Fun When Michelle left, her tears were almost gone. She acted very subdued, not at all the bitch she had been when she arrived to work off her problems with a little play for pay. Andy and Mary cleaned up the bedroom. Neither of them seemed at all concerned I had taken Michelle anally against her will. In fact, they had helped me subdue her, tie her

My Inheritance: Chapter 28

Chapter 28 - Whipping Andy When Uncle Bert built the house in Vail, he installed a dungeon in the basement, complete with all the trimmings and trappings you might expect. Andy and I had spent some delightful time at Mistress Diana's B&D emporium in New York but this was the first time I had taken her to my own dungeon. Of course, she wanted to go. Why else would see have started

My Inheritance: Chapter 29

Chapter 29 - Family Time With Mom, Dad, Abby, Betty and Cathy all watching, unblinking and in shock, I rolled Andy off me. She did not even groan when her head thudded against the floor. She was splayed out in all her naked glory, which is quite glorious I will admit, but I knew she would be mortified to have them see her this way. Why, you ask, would a woman who screamed for a

My Inheritance: Chapter 30

Chapter 30 - Mom Mary had just suggested I take Mom in the bedroom and fuck her. As Mary, Mom and I sat, the silence was so strong I could hear the tick of the clock on the wall. No one was moving. Mary had that look again, the look she gets when she is inside my mind, reading my thoughts. She was waiting on me to act as though she already knew what I would do. Mother was

My Inheritance: Chapter 31

Chapter 31 - Cathy’s Secret Cathy was following me downstairs in the Vail house, unaware of what was about to happen. Mary, who always had an idea, followed behind her. When I opened the dungeon door, I seized Cathy’s arm to drag her inside. She saw all the bondage equipment: the horse, the table, and the wall ladder. “No,” she shouted. It was a fight, a real,

My Inheritance: Chapter 32

Chapter 32 - Good Morning In the basement dungeon, I rummaged through the toy box to find a few items I wanted and stuck them in my pocket. I kissed Cathy goodnight, not a lover’s kiss but a brother’s, one the cheek. She had raised her head to mine but our bodies did not touch. There were tears in her eyes but not anger. Mary waited as I locked the door to the dungeon, taking

My Inheritance: Chapter 33

Chapter 33 - A Day in Denver Mom, Dad, Abby and Betty had left to drive to the airport. I had to put all four of them in trances to make them quit asking why Cathy was not going home with them. After the trance, they understood Cathy was going to live with us until further notice and asked no more questions. They did not know she was going to live naked in my dungeon, my

My Inheritance: Chapter 34

Chapter 34 - Answers? Mary drove the Suburban up the driveway, as Andy and I were finishing dressing in the back. Andy was her old, sweet, happy, self again, although I was unsure whether two long hard fucks in four hours or all my patient loving and talking did the trick. We unloaded Lisa’s things and the new bondage gear we bought at the boutique. I slipped down to the dungeon

My Inheritance: Chapter 35

Chapter 35 - A Wild Night Mary lay under me, her hands still stroking and caressing me gently. She was waiting on me to answer her question. Would I be a father, not just a seed contributor, to a child if she bore it for me? She had that look again. Was she in my mind, reading it? If she could read my mind, why did she ask questions like that? “Can you read my mind?” “No,” she

My Inheritance: Chapter 36

Chapter 36 - Dreaming Mary was smiling at me brightly as she sat on the edge of the bed watching me sip my coffee. Slowly, her expression dimmed. First her eyes changed, with the light diminishing like someone inching down the dimmer on a ceiling chandelier. Then, some slight change in the musculature around the lips as if trying to hold the smile in place but losing the enthusiasm

My Inheritance: Chapter 37

Chapter 37 - Cathy's Power Andy was smiling down at me as I struggled to awaken. She handed me a cup of coffee and fluffed the pillows behind my back, gently touching my arm in loving tenderness as I sat up. Mary entered, giving me a quick look to determine if she dared risking talking to me. Seeing no negative feelings in my face, she quickly told me everything was in order,

My Inheritance: Chapter 38

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

My Inheritance: Chapter 39

Chapter 39 - Honkytonkin Lisa was squirming in the captain’s chair in the truck as we zipped down the highway. If ever there was a woman in sexual need, it was she. The bell was tinkling like sleigh bells at Christmas time. The flush never left her face. “Looking forward to this?” I asked. “Oh, no, Davy. I really don’t want this!” “What a lying cunt,” the devil dog muttered. “She

My Inheritance: Chapter 40

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

My Inheritance: Chapter 41

Chapter 41 – Passage As you know, Andy is a kitten, which means she is chemically programmed to obey my commands. I could say to her, “On your back, bitch, and spread them,” and she would immediately comply, gladly giving me that which I desired. The programming would force her to obey. And, Andy’s own love for me, that un-programmed part of her nature, reinforced the programming.

My Inheritance: Chapter 42

Chapter 42 - The Hermit The truck crawled across the hard packed dirt path toward the foothills on this high plateau. All three women had been quiet since we left the motel. It was an uneasy silence. Perhaps I should have missed the enjoyable banter or sweet sounds they normally emitted, but my mind had only one focus: the formula. They had dressed that morning to please me, as they

My Inheritance: Chapter 43

Chapter 43 - Decision When the Hermit said he wanted Lisa to suck his cock, we all froze, none of us moving an inch. Even the gentle thrusting of Lisa's hips and her sucking of the Hermit's thumb stopped. She popped his thumb from her mouth to stare at me. We all realized where the Hermit was going with his conversation. He would want all of them. I began to shake as the sweat oozed

My Inheritance: Chapter 44

Chapter 44 - Hen Party I read over the note from Uncle Bert again as the others waited patiently. Then, I reviewed the formula in depth. I was very pleased I was so close to having the answer myself. If I had continued working on it, I probably would have achieved the result in less than a month. I put the note and the formula back in their envelope and in the safe. "Mary. Andy. Uncle

My Inheritance: Chapter 45

Chapter 45 - Programming Lisa The three of them were sitting, holding hands. Then, Andy looked at me, realized I was there, and blushed. “He is watching us,” she whispered. All three of them looked at me with sheepish expressions. I grinned at them and rose to go outside to retrieve the liter bottle of chemical and the measuring cup. When I returned, I poured fifty cubic

My Inheritance: Chapter 46

Chapter 46 - Jewelry The big Suburban hummed north on Interstate 25, heading for Denver where we would pick up I-70 west to Vail. Mary was driving with Lisa riding shotgun. Andy was curled in my lap, her crying spent and the tears of joy drying on her face. “I can’t believe you threw my birth control pills away like that. Are you sure, Davy?” “Very sure, Andy.” “You know that

My Inheritance: Chapter 47

Chapter 47 - Kitten Fun I do not really remember the drive into Vail. Andy had told me she wanted to be tied to the bed and fucked all night. And, as she told me, she was playing with my cock through my trousers. Who could think about driving? However, I do remember the tires of the truck squealing as I negotiated the mountain roads at high speed. The little tease would let her

My Inheritance: Chapter 48

Chapter 48 - Making Up My Mind When I awakened, Lisa and I were plastered together by the sweat from the heat of our bodies wrapped in the mink rug. When I unrolled us from the mink, the cold air hit her. Her nipples got hard and she shivered as goose bumps covered her. “Cold,” she murmured as she curled into the prenatal position. I covered her again before going in the bedroom.

My Inheritance: Chapter 49

Chapter 49 - Birthday Party Mary was with me on the morning of January 15 when I rang the bell at a luxury high rise condominium in Denver. A very attractive woman opened the door. She was about forty years old with a dark sun tan. The platform high heels she wore brought her to five nine or so. Her hair had been some other color but now was blonde and cut short and pert. She

My Inheritance: Chapter 50

Chapter 50 - Bert's Last Message "I have a message from Bert. Andy is to hear it with you," Mary said quietly in the unique voice of a trance, as she knelt in front of me. Andy sat down by me, but Lisa, who had never been present when a trance message was given, started to leave. I pulled her down by me, telling her to stay with us because she was very much a part of this family.

My Inheritance: Chapter 51

Chapter 51 - Angie The bedroom of our suite smelled like sex, but we had a small orgy in it and the odor was to be expected. I was on my back in a deep sleep. Someone was curled against my left side, her arm over me, her breasts and pubis jammed against me, her breath warm on my neck. Someone was curled against my right side in the same position and with the same effect. Someone

My Inheritance: Chapter 52

Chapter 52 - The End? A New Beginning? With each passing day, Angie was more happy and positive, which is to say she was more like her twin. Mary, elated at having her missing daughter home, was floating on cloud nine. Andy, beside herself with joy at having a twin sister, made it her responsibility to train Angie. She had done a good job of it, being both gentle and firm with

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