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MY INHERITANCE

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 knew he was having a good time. I had enjoyed Mary and Lisa together on several

occasions. Julie, Andy, and I were in the hot tub. We were deathly quiet, stilled by

sexual anticipation, as the tub bubbled benignly around us.

I was going to rape Julie. Yes, rape. Sort of.

Why, you ask, would a man living with two wild kittens and a sex slave, who had 2,998

other kittens already programmed for sex with him, rape a woman? Why not just fuck

Andy who was ready and eager to please me as she always was? Why not take Mary or

Lisa who belonged to me?

First, it was not really rape since Julie wanted it. It was her fantasy which we were

enacting for her fun and our mutual enjoyment. Truth is though, I had never raped

anyone. The idea excited me, particularly with such a willing little sex pot.

Mind control, which is what Uncle Bert's formula was about and what he had done to

Mary, Andy and the other kittens, is not limited to just drugs, or to involuntary persuasion.

Some of the best MC is really a kind of game playing, which is what Julie and I were

going to do. That is part of what Uncle Bert was trying to teach me when he had me

surrender to Mistress Diana, the dominatrix in New York, and when he had Madame

Delilah teach us game playing in San Francisco. A voluntary, reversible mind control.

Letting your mind be dominated by someone else for your mutual enjoyment. Or, like

dominating as I was doing.

I wanted to make sure this was not a real rape, even though Julie had passively agreed.

"Julie, are you ready to be raped?"

She looked up at me with those big, emerald eyes. "Please, don't hurt me," she

whispered. A devilish gleam came into her eyes. "Don't be too gentle either." She

blushed from head to foot at her open admission of desire.

Let the games begin!

As we climbed out of the hot tub, Andy grabbed my arm, pulling me against her wet,

naked body as she whispered, "Can I play, too? Please." Andy's face was wild and

eager. The game was adrenalizing her just as it had Julie and me. I gave her a hearty

kiss. "Of course," I replied, then whispered a command in her ear. She quivered with

excitement.

I had us all redress, which surprised both of the women, but I wanted to play this game

all the way from the beginning. I slipped into the back bedroom to tell Mary what was

happening and to instruct her to keep Jarred busy all night. Jarred was on his back with

Lisa's mouth sucking sweetly on his cock. Mary was lying beside him, kissing him and

caressing him with her hands. I could tell Jarred was about to crater from the activities.

When I explained to Mary what I wanted, she gave me a funny look, but agreed.

Julie and Andy were sitting on the couch, talking quietly. They stopped when I entered

the living room. Julie turned on the seat, straightening her skirt, folding her hands in her

lap primly. I sat in my easy chair. No one spoke as we watched each other. I could feel

their tension. They could probably see mine as my ever independent cock was standing

at attention.

You know I had been programmed by Uncle Bert to control my cock and its eruptions.

With much delightful experimentation, I discovered the most fun was to let him (my cock)

do as he wanted, as if I was unprogrammed, except for ejaculation. That I controlled to

prolong my ecstasy (agony?) as I relished the lovely women at my disposal. Now, he

was ready and so was I.

Julie stood when I did. I wiggled a finger at her, motioning her to walk towards me. She

took one giant step. Andy grabbed her from behind, using a technique Madame Diana

taught us to yank her arms behind her, twisting them to hold her securely. Julie

screamed in surprise. I jumped to her, my face, contorted in mock rage, inches from hers.

"I will gag you if you scream. You cannot breathe with a gag. Will you be quiet?"

"Yes. Please don't gag me," she said. She had a wild gleam in her eyes, an stimulating

mixture of lust and fear. I undid the first button of her blouse, making sure the material

was pulled tight against her skin, letting her feel my fingers working, as she struggled

lamely against Andy's hold.

"Isn't this humiliating, slut! Two strangers stripping you, getting you ready to be fucked.

Your sweet little pussy will be violated by my cock. There is nothing you can do about it!"

I started on the second button.

"Now, sweet, little Julie, think about being raped. Think about my hard cock, like a big

pole, slamming into your tight pussy. Think about your legs being held wide, you unable

to resist as I pound into you. You will lay sobbing as I plunder your body."

The idea of all this tough talk was to get her sexually aroused. It was working. It also

was working on me a lot more than I had expected.

It was in that instant, I first relished the power of my domination over a woman. I could

feel the rush, the thrill of having her under my control and against her will.

I continued to talk to her as I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, my voice icy and cruel, telling

her of the tragedy she would endure, telling her what I planned to do, making the fear of

the rape as great as possible. I was building the structure of mind control over her.

Andy was holding her securely. I could see Andy's muscles contract and relax in

response to Julie's struggling, see the lust and desire in her face as I am sure she could

see it in mine. Pulling back Julie's blouse, I undid her bra and began playing with her

breasts which were very nice, with a big nipple, hard but spongy under my fingers.

"Think about you begging for me to stop as I pinch and twist your nipples, like this . . . "

Julie squealed and jerked. "Think about it, helpless, tied to the bed, raped."

Slowly, I wrapped Julie's waist length, flaming red hair around my left hand, until my

hand was so tangled in her hair she could not get away. I pulled her head back, making

her arch into me, her face contorted in pain. In that instant, I saw the lust in her eyes die

and fear leap from her face. I did not realize then her reaction was to my own expression.

I enjoyed that look. As I dragged her into the bed room, my mind bifurcated, part a lust-

enraged rapist, part a detached scientist watching the other part. The rapist wished to

continue. The scientist thought about the impact of power on this innocent girl.

"Strip," I commanded Andy. She was reacting to Julie's fear, her own face now

uncertain, confused, as she followed my instruction robotically. I slapped Julie with the

flat of my hand across her tight stomach, leaving a hand print. She jumped, yanking her

hair hard but she stopped resisting.

"Oh, god, please don't do this . . . don't rape me!" she begged. Andy giggled. Not a

laughing giggle, but that tight, auto-responsive sound indicating tremendous fear of the

unknown. I unzipped Julie's skirt and yanked her panties down to her knees, shoved her

face down on the bed, holding her in place as I yanked the panties off her legs.

I wanted to rape this creature more than I can tell you. I wanted to plunder and defile her,

make her hurt from my cock. I could feel the need ooze from my pores.

"Poor, pathetic, little, rape victim, lie perfectly still and maybe I will let you live when I am

finished with you." The scientist heard the unfettered evil in my voice. Julie froze face

down, naked, half on, half off the bed. I looked at Andy as I started to undress. She was

naked but she was covering herself, right hand over her pussy, left arm around her

breasts. She wore a terrified expression.

Remember, Andy was programmed to be totally uninhibited sexually. I had never seen

her cover herself in all the times I had been with her. More importantly, I had never seen

the fear on her face like that. I was scaring her shitless.

As I hurriedly undressed, the scientist was fighting the rapist in my mind. I was sweating

profusely, muscles rigid from the conflict. My hand snaked out, grabbing Andy, jerking

her to me. For the first time in our entire relationship, she resisted me, putting her hands

against my chest to push me away, nails in my flesh. Probably, Andy's reaction to me

swung the balance in the fight. I felt myself relax in the instant before she read it on my

face and collapsed against me with a sob.

"It's okay, Andy. It is just a game. Nobody is going to really be hurt." Arms around me,

she buried her head in my chest and held on for dear life. Thank God, the scientist won.

Julie had not moved. I pulled her head back by her hair to look into her eyes. The

consuming, true fear was gone. The lust and false fear had returned. She, too, was in

the game again.

"It is time, bitch!" I snarled in Julie's face.

She did not resist as we tied her arms to the headboard. I brought her legs up and tied

them wide to the headboard. She was as open as she could get. As I knee walked

between her legs I admired her jutting, rock hard ass as she squirmed in her bondage.

"You like being tied up. You like being taken against your will, don't you? You like the

danger, the feeling of helplessness. You know it will hurt when I slam into you."

I flicked her clit, making her jump. She was sweating profusely, licking her parched lips.

"You know it will hurt when I plunder your sopping pussy, slut. But, you know I will not

beat you. You think no real harm can come to you."

Her shy smile told me she had thought of that.

"But, I bet there is one danger you never thought of, slut! One big danger!"

"What . . . what is it?" Now, she was really frightened as opposed to sexual arousal.

"What are you going to do?"

"Are you on the pill?"

"No . . . oh, God, no! I don't want to get pregnant. I don't want a baby." She raised up as

far as she could. "Use protection. Please. I am Catholic. I could never have an abortion.

Oh, please, don't make me pregnant!" I grinned evilly. Andy's eyes were wide. She had

been on the pill for years and never thought about an eighteen-year-old being

unprotected.

"Rapists don't provide protection, slut! Poor little pregnant slut. Raped and knocked up.

How sad!"

Julie was really resisting now. Her tears were real as she struggled to get away. But

having her arms and legs bound was not something she could overcome. She was

gasping, exhausted.

"Now, bitch! It is too late!"

"NOOOO!" she screamed as I slammed my cock into her. I stopped, buried to the hilt,

feeling her tight pussy spasm around my hardness. She could not help herself. The

fantasy, the fear, the desire overcame her. Her back arched as she came again, then

again.

"There is one way to fuck you without fear of pregnancy." I lubed her ass hole with her

juices which flowed freely from her pussy.

"No, Davy," she begged.

"Beg for me to fuck your ass, slut. Beg for it . . . or I will make you pregnant!" Her eyes

were wide, her desire skyrocketing again.

"Please, don't do it!"

"Pregnant or ass fucked. Make a decision!" Julie turned to look at Andy.

"Please, Andy. Please help me!"

"Shut up, slut," Andy said, flicking Julie's rock hard nipple before looking at me for

confirmation of her action, which I gave with a wink. I slapped Julie hard across the

inside of her thigh. She sobbed as she stared bug eyed at the red hand print on her soft

flesh.

"Decision! Or, I will do both, ass fuck you and make you pregnant!"

Julie was crying now. It was suppose to be a rape so I did not feel bad about her tears.

You know I could control my orgasms so the odds of her getting pregnant were virtually

nil, but Julie did not know that.

"I will count to three. Decide or I will fuck your ass and make you pregnant! One, two."

I looked at Andy. Her hand had slipped between her legs, fingering herself. Her nipples

were steel, her face molten gold.

Julie moaned deep in her throat, then said, "Fuck my ass! Please, I beg you. Just don't

make me pregnant!" Julie squirmed to raise her ass to me. "Do it! Go on! I am begging

for an ass fucking!"

She asked so sweetly, how could I say no.

I put my lubricated cock at her ass hole and pushed. Andy put her hand over Julie's

mouth when Julie screamed. No doubt it did hurt but there is no easy way to break in an

ass, although I was as easy as I could be. When I felt her relax, I sawed back and forth,

feeling it quiver around me. I was very glad I controlled my orgasms or I would have shot

right then from the tightness of her virgin ass spasming around my cock. I felt Julie

respond, felt her squirm, felt the orgasm hit her. I pulled out, leaving her floating in her

afterglow. Andy handed me a condom but Julie did not see me put in on before I slid my

cock back in her pussy.

"No . . . please . . . you promised! Don't make me pregnant."

"Shut up, slut! Now, I will show you how a real rapist fucks!"

I pounded away, my hips driving my cock into her tight slew like a battering ram. I could

see Andy masturbating like crazy as Julie flopped under me, moaning, sweating like a

pig, her pussy flowing like a river.

"Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . oh, Mary, Jesus and Joseph, that is so good . . . uhhhh . . .

YES . . . YES!" She was orgasming freely now, muttering under her breath.

I love it when a woman is flowing so freely she is delirious, where the only thing that

matters to her is the cock in her cunt and her next orgasm. Julie was at that point. She

was whimpering, "More . . . Harder . . . Yes!" as I plundered her pussy. She began

screaming as her back arched, almost lifting me off the bed. I thought she would crush

my cock with that tight pussy of hers as she locked down in a magnificent orgasm. I

collapsed on her as she passed out.

"Did you cum?" Andy asked.

"No," I groaned, knowing I was going to have the worse case of blue balls ever.

"Good," she whispered, her hand gently stroking my ass.

As we released Julie from her bondage, she shuttered and awakened. She stretched,

getting the kinks out of her body.

"I wore a condom and did not orgasm in you, Julie." Relief flooded her face. "Thank

you," she murmured. "Can I rest now?"

I rolled to the other side of the big bed. Andy draped a comforter over Julie who was fast

asleep. Andy crawled on top of me, her pussy, wet and bloated from the activities and

her own hand, slippery on my half-hard cock. We kissed softly as my cock rose again

and she eased me in her.

"If you want to get someone pregnant, I volunteer," she whispered.

To be continued . . .

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