MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 37 (Power)
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, including clothes packed for me and in
the Suburban.
"I want a shower. And, I need to care for Cathy before we leave," I said.
"I will get her food and replenish her water. How much do you want me to leave
her?"
"Three days supply, Mary. The coffee is delicious, Andy. Just hot enough."
She gave me a wicked, happy grin.
"Well, I know how to make it hotter if you want," she giggled before twitching
out the door, knowing I was watching her delightful ass and giving a few extra
movements for my enjoyment.
After I finished my coffee, Mary and I went into the basement. As we entered
the dungeon, Cathy stood, stretching her body which was sore from being chained
to the wall these several days. At first, she looked frightened to see me, but
I was benign and she relaxed, giving me a warm smile.
"How about a shower and some conversation, sis?"
"Oh, Davy, thanks. I would love that," she replied sincerely.
I retrieved a pair of handcuffs from the toy chest and fastened Cathy's hands
behind her. She did not complain about the tightness, silently waiting as I
cuffed her and unfastened her chain from the wall, letting it dangle behind her.
"Okay, Cathy. Don't try anything. It would be very unpleasant if you did."
Her eyes bored into me, then she looked down, her lips tight and rigid, her
expression unhappy. Leaving Mary to clean up the dungeon and restock the
supplies, I led Cathy upstairs. She stopped at the top of the stairs and took a
deep breath. Prisoners recently released say the air smells better outside
their prison. Cathy was sharing that thought now. I guided her into the shower,
turned on the water and stripped before joining her. She was standing with her
head under the top nozzle, letting the water cascade over her before I turned it
off. I pushed her hair back out of her face.
"Cathy, in three days I will have the formula and I am going to reprogram you."
She stiffened and panic crossed her face. She flexed her arms, testing the
handcuffs. Her face passed through a series of emotions from defiance to
resignation before she spoke in a pleading tone.
"Davy, please don't take away my power. I am no threat to you. I can be your
ally and your support."
I poured shampoo into my hands, turned her so her back faced me, and began to
lather her hair. She leaned forward from the waist allowing her ass to push back
against my cock as I continued to wash her hair. Had any other woman done that,
I would have thought it an invitation to sex.
But, Cathy was not any woman. Cathy was a woman who loved her power. I believed
she was trying to soften my resolve by hardening my cock. I kept my voice
neutral.
"Why is it so important?"
Now, you might think that was a silly question but I needed to ask. I was very
much wrestling with my own power problems and I wanted to know how hers had
affected her. She turned to face me, her eyes only inches from mine, breasts
brushing against me before she leaned back letting her pubis hit mine. I
leisurely continued to rub the rich lather through her hair. She gave a quick
little snort of laughter as she eyed me intensely.
"I am surprised you would ask. Only you know what it is like to have anyone you
want. You and Uncle Bert but he is dead now."
"I know what my situation is like, but what about yours?"
She studied my face, trying to decide what to say as I enjoyed the feel of her
hair in my hands. Cathy's hair was naturally brown, a milk chocolate color the
same as her bush. Her hair lightens in the summer sun, ending with streaks of
dark honey in a very light chocolate, like the most expensive and time consuming
dye job. She wears it on her shoulders, with a light wave in the layered
texture. Beautiful hair on a beautiful woman.
"You don't know what it is like to be a girl."
"Obviously true," I said with a laugh. "That is one reason I am asking you."
"It started shortly after I seduced Uncle Bert, as I was starting to learn both
about sex and my power. Teenaged girls can be bitches. They are nastier to
other girls then to boys. In fact, we never really show you guys our nasty
side. We want you to think we are little angels."
"Go on."
I heard the voice in my head, his voice, the devil dog. He had not spoken to me
when I was awake before and it surprised me. "Does this chatter have a point?"
he said in his dignified doggy tones.
"What's wrong?" Cathy asked
"Nothing. Why?"
"Your face. You looked like, well, like you heard a ghost."
"I said 'go on'."
"Okay. Girls put each other down all the time. I guess you call it
establishing the pecking order, although that makes us sound like a flock of
birds."
"Birds are living descendants of dinosaurs."
"Well, if I am a dinosaur's descent, I hope it was a velicoraptor."
She gave me an evil grin, but the vision of a T Rex being in the shower with me
made goose bumps go up my spine. I wondered if she realized what her comment
portrayed or if it was a smart remark made off the cuff. I let the shampoo soak
on her hair as I lathered a wash cloth to begin cleaning her body, starting with
her shoulders and her arms still cuffed behind her.
"I am sure you remember Ellen Witherspoon. I know you spent a weekend with
her."
"Yes. Just me, Jim, Eddie, and Slim. She fucked all four of us to exhaustion."
"I know. She is a slut. A complete slut. Do you know why?"
"No."
"I made her that way. Me, Davy. Me. I turned Ellen into a slut."
"Why? I thought she was your best friend once."
"Once. When we were younger."
I could feel Cathy tense, feel her shoulders straighten and firm. She had a hard
gleam in her eye at she stared at me.
"Let me tell you what my power can do. Maybe then you will understand why it is
so important to me. Ellen and I were friends but as we entered puberty, we
changed, just like all kids change. Ellen started becoming a bitch, a
beautiful, rich, stuck up high society, miss goody two shoes, bitch! She put me
down every chance she got. It was only a few months after I had seduced Uncle
Bert. As yet, I had not really tried out my power on anyone. Oh, I had focused
on a man here or there and seen their reactions. I was really afraid to let go
and use it so I did not know its full impact.
Ellen was dating Rob Colton, the star quarterback. I had a crush on him and she
knew it. At a party one Friday night, I saw Ellen in the ladies room. She made
some snide remarks about being prettier and smarter than I am and that was why
Rob was with her. It made me so mad I could have clawed her eyes out!
When I got back to the party, I focused on Rob so hard I thought my mind would
burst. My eyes were closed, my fists clenched as I focused. 'Want me, Rob.
Want me,' I chanted in my head. When I opened my eyes, he was standing by my
chair. He had a hard on.
'Cathy, please come dance with me,' he said. I quickly agreed. I knew it as we
danced. I knew I had him and I knew I had the power. He had not said "come
dance, babe' in that imperious teenaged voice of his. There had been a
pleading tone in his voice. Yes. Pleading. Then, he was pleading with me,
begging me, to be his girlfriend. He had not even kissed me yet, not held my
hand.
I said, 'Rob, let me think about it. Do you really want me?'
'You know I do, Cathy. I would do anything to be with you.'
'Well, I don't like Ellen. She is nasty to me. What do you think we can do to
her?'
'Why do anything. I left her for you, that should be enough.'
'No, Rob. I want to do more. Can you think of something?'"
I was washing her breasts now. Her nipples were erect and hard before I even
touched them. Cathy was aroused, very much aroused, from thinking about this
power she wielded over her rival. Power is an aphrodisiac. I had always heard
that, heard stories about people who get sexually aroused from power, or from
being around those who have power. Do you really think Clinton seduces all
those women? The power seduces them, although he does use it very effectively.
"So, we talked for a few minutes. Then, Rob came up with an idea I loved.
'I think Ellen would make a wonderful slut,' he said.
'Me, too. Why don't we do it to her and then I will make you the happiest man
on earth.'
'Yeah. Let's do it. How do we start?'
'I think the football team should rape her and then we will go from there,' I
replied."
Cathy was becoming more aroused. I could feel the movements as she
subconsciously thrust her pelvis back and forth in tiny but unmistakable
motions.
"Rob arranged the rape with some of his close friends from the team. Ellen had
agreed to go to bed with him that night. He was taking her to his parents'
house since they were out of town for the weekend. I went ahead with five guys
from the team. Oh, Davy, it was so absolutely fabulous. The five guys stripped,
but I stayed clothed. I had used my power to convince them it was Ellen they
wanted, not me. We hid in his parents' bedroom closet. Davy, take the cuffs off.
Please."
"Why?" She blushed slightly but her hunger was far worse than any embarrassment
she might endure telling me what she wanted.
"I want to masturbate. Just thinking about this is making me so hot!"
"I bet you can come without touching yourself. Try it!"
Her desperate look told me she would cut off a toe right now to have her hand up
her sweet pussy but she knew I was not going to free her. She locked her legs
together to try to generate friction on her clit as her pelvis kept moving. She
sighed and shivered.
"Go on with your story."
"Rob brought Ellen into the bedroom. They started making out, slowly undressing
each other. She was teasing him, giggly, pretending like she was resisting. The
bitch! We watched as Rob gradually got her clothes off until she was just
wearing her bra and panties.
'Stop, Rob. Please. I think we have gone far enough,' she said, trying to push
him away.
'No. We are just starting. Come out, guys,' he snapped.
The boys poured from the closet, all of them hard and ready from watching the
petting Ellen and Rob had done. Migod, Davy! When she screamed as they grabbed
her, I thought I was going to orgasm on the spot!"
I though Cathy was going to orgasm now from telling me about it. Her ankles were
crossed, her legs muscles tight as sail ropes to get the friction of her clit. I
jammed my knee between her legs, forcing them apart, breaking the contact she
thought she needed to cum..
"Finish the story. Maybe then I will let you cum."
"The guys grabbed her, one on each arm, one on each leg. She was kicking and
screaming but with Rob resting his weight on her torso and all her limbs held by
big guys, she quickly tired. She saw me then.
'Cathy! Oh, God, Cathy! Please help!'
"Oh, I am going to help, Ellen,' I replied as I stroked her face.
She knew I was in on what was going to happen to her. She started sobbing
uncontrollably. I made the guys wait which took a strong dose of my power, I can
assure you. I waited until she had cried herself out and she no longer struggled
against they held her.
'I am going to be raped, aren't I?' she said.
Her face was pathetic but I could see she was resolved to her fate, accepting it
perhaps. My only answer was a knowing smile.
'Then, please make them wear condoms,' she begged. 'I don't use birth control.'
"What a bonus. Not only are you going to be raped and made a slut but you will
get pregnant, too. Oh, Ellen, how wonderful for you. A nice, bouncing baby and
you will have to guess who the father is.'
'Cathy, please. Beau and Damon are...'
'"Black? Oh, yes, they are. Look at it this way. Your have four of six chances
of having a white baby, Ellen. Sperm roulette. Okay guys. She is all yours."
Cathy's eyes were aimed at me but they were seeing someplace else. They were
seeing Ellen being raped by six football players. She had a self satisfied and
smug smirk as she remembered. I felt her legs tighten against mine, felt her
arch a little, then groan. She was really trying to get off.
"Please. I am right at the edge."
"Cute story but I am bored. When do I get to use my power?" Diablo said from
the depths of my mind. I concentrated to have the scientist lock the damn dog in
his cage. I heard his growl from way back and down in the recesses from whence
he came.
"Go on, Cathy."
"Oh, Davy, they raped her, taking turns holding her and fucking her. By the
third guy, she started to orgasm, to love being taken that way. That dumb
bitch started asking for it, whining, sucking them to get them hard. She could
not get enough. They called in other guys. She took seventeen before the
weekend was over."
Cathy laughed, a dark, evil, laugh.
"She was so sore on Monday, she could not walk. Rob ignored her. They all did.
That was my plan and all the guys were doing as I wanted. All of them! They
ignored her until she was sick with worry and neglect. I remember it like it was
yesterday. I was there with Rob and some of the other guys, just talking. Ellen
came over, a sick, desperate look in her eyes.
'Rob, what do I need to do to get you back? Please, Rob.'
She was whining like a bad child.
'Why don't you let Cathy tell you,' he said.
I led her away. She let me change her. New hair, new clothes. I bought her
clothes a hooker would not wear. And, no underwear, panties or bra. Oh, she got
a lot of attention Friday in school. Attention that humiliated her. I was with
her the whole time, making sure she did not run and hide, making sure she was
seen by everyone. Then, Saturday the boys fixed her up with Coach White.
Remember him? The ex-NFL lineman. Six nine, three hundred fifty pounds of man.
He kept her all weekend. On Monday, she was a slut and happy about it, although
she walked real funny for a few days. After that, she fucked every man I told
her to fuck. Every one. Every damn one. Ohhhhhh."
She had done it. She had orgamsed just from thinking about her power and what it
had done to her best friend. I let her collapse against me. She was winded, her
eyes vacant as if trying to regain her train of thought.
"What happened?" I asked when I thought she had recovered sufficiently to
respond.
"For the two months, she fucked everyone I told her to. I traded her pussy for
favors I wanted. Is that neat or what? Talk about power! Her pussy went to the
guys but I garnered the benefits. Things were going great, but she got pregnant,
probably from that first weekend, and dropped out of school. I lost track of her
after that.
I never gave Rob more than a hand job. That was just my first real conquest. I
can tell you more stories."
Cathy's eyes were sunk way back in her head, a wild, needy expression on her
face.
"Tell me another story or two."
"By the time I was senior, I was the queen of the whole school. And, I ran it
like a queen would, with unchallenged authority. Don't you see! If a girl had a
crush on a specific boy, she came to me. If I could get from her what I wanted,
I used my power to force him to be interested in her. I controlled all of
them!"
"Does your power work on girls?"
"No. Remember, I said I had programmed myself to control boys. That was a
mistake. I should have said people. But, girls are easier to control,
particularly if you control the boys. Only one other girl stood up to me. Her
name was Kathy, like mine but with a K. She was a lesbian."
"If your power would not work on girls, how could impact her?"
"Easy," Cathy said with a laugh. "Take Kim, for example. She had the hots for a
guy so she came to me to get me to talk to him for her. I told her I wanted her
to become Kathy's lover. If she pleased Kathy, I would get the guy for her. She
relented. But, it was funny. She decided she was a lesbian, too, and I never
delivered the guy to her."
"Finally, someone in this family who understands how to use power," Diablo said
from his cage. I had to admit, it sounded like Cathy had no inhibitions about
using her power and she obviously got off from its use.
"Did you ever have sex with Kathy?"
"Of course. I think all women are naturally bisexual, Davy. Take Andy, for
example. Doesn't she enjoy being with other women?"
"That is for my benefit."
"Or, so she tells you."
"Which do you prefer, Cathy?"
"Both, but I like guys better."
"Why?"
"Well, I like the way their orgasming leaves them so vulnerable."
"So, it is really just about controlling them? Do you even like sex?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you ever have sex just for fun, or to feel another human next to you, or
because some one took your breath away?"
Her look told me the answer as I turned the water back on and began to rinse
her, letting it wash away the soap which had almost dried on her.
"Cathy understands even if you don't. There is no greater high than controlling
another being," Diablo said, again speaking to me.
Power. Yes. That was it for Cathy. She did not care if she had sex with a man
or a woman. All she cared about was the power. She was aroused by and orgasmed
from the power. She controlled people with her power but the power controlled
her mind. How many more humans did power control? Politicians? Lawyers?
Unscrupulous businessmen and businesswomen? How many were just like Cathy?
How about me? Was I like her? Was the power controlling me?
"See why I want to keep the power, Davy. Let me. I will be your ally. You and
me! Brother and sister! We can do anything we want! Anything! Please, Davy.
Please!"
"Show her your power. Make her hurt," said Diablo.
For an instant, I wanted to show Cathy my power. But, why? She was not
resisting me. She knew she was whipped, or did she? I removed the handcuffs,
handed her a towel and told her to dry off. She was studying me, making up her
mind as to the tactic she would take.
What would she decide? Would she risk it all, literally risk her body to the
fire I promised her, in order to keep the power she had? Or, would she accept
less? Would she give up some power and retain some or risk it all?
Wars are fought over this. Big wars with planes and ships and tanks. Wars in
Congress with filibustering and compromise. And, the littlest but often most
damaging wars to the individual, in darkened bedrooms and dusty court houses.
So, where would Cathy draw her battle lines?
Where would I?
Where would you?
To be continued....
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