MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 16 (MF, Romance, NC?)
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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