MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 41 (MC, M, 3001F)
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
unprogrammed part of her nature, reinforced the programming.
I had trained myself not to give her direct orders in things sexual. It was
more fun to suggest and let Andy respond as what she was, a wild, creative and
delicious woman. I never knew how she was going to react, which made it so
delightful. She might jump on me and slam my cock into her heat without any
hesitation. Or, she might play the shy coquette until I was shaking with desire.
Out of habit, I suggested rather than commanded.
"Andy, would you like to make love?"
She was sitting on the floor where I had unceremoniously dumped her in the
awakening throes of my dream. Instantaneously, her expression changed. She gave
me a wild, slutty, "I have the pussy so I am in control" leer. She rolled to
sit on her ass. Slowly, she lay back. Then, she straightened her legs and braced
her calves on the edge of the bed. With her ass still on the floor, she slowly
parted her legs. Then, she raised her pelvis until only her shoulders touched
the floor and her pussy was level with the edge of the bed. I knew because I
was looking down into it.
One long delicate finger weaved through the air like a drunken butterfly before
coming to rest on her pubis. I licked my lips as that finger slipped down and
entered her. I could smell her pussy as her finger moved around and around
inside her. Leisurely, the finger moved back over her mouth and disappeared
between her lips, which she smacked loudly in mock appreciation.
"Oh, that tastes good. Do you want some?"
"Yes."
"Can you be a good boy and please me?"
"Why are you putting up with this crap?" Diablo snapped. "Tell the blonde bitch
to shut up and spread them."
"Davy, we do need to find the formula. Remember. That is our main objective.
If you insist on fucking her, take control and get on with it," Doc chimed in.
In my brain, they started whining like two third graders. Maybe it was that or
maybe I had changed more than I realized. But, today, Andy's foreplay, which I
normally loved, was an irritant which angered me. I was in charge and my little
kitten could use a lesson in that regard.
"On your back, bitch!" I said, patting the bed beside me.
Andy, for an instant, had a frightened and uncomprehending expression. She
immediately jumped on the bed and spread her legs for me. I waved a finger in
the air, telling her that was not what I wanted. An ankle in each hand, I yanked
her legs apart, pushing them back with her knees bent until her thighs touched
her breasts.
"Arms inside legs. Now hold that position. Open your pussy lips for me!"
Two beautiful hands fell to her pussy, pulling the lips apart. She had a shy but
needy expression as she stared at me. Her bloated pussy lips glistened with her
juices.
"That is the way you should always present yourself, Andy."
"Always?"
I slapped the inside of her thigh with the flat of my hand, leaving five red
finger marks.
"Always!"
"Yes, Davy," she whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek.
"What is your purpose in life, kitten?"
"To please you. To bring you happiness."
She said it as if it were so obvious and well understood she could not believe I
asked the question.
"Yes. To please me. Remember that!"
"I always do, sweetheart."
I knee walked between her legs and lodged the tip of my cock in her entrance.
She quivered, unable to hide the desire for me to fuck her. She tilted her
pussy, trying to get me in her. She must have seen malevolence in my face for,
again, she looked frightened in that instant before I slammed into her as hard
as I could, raising her ass off the bed with the force. An "uh" escaped her.
What is the old joke, the one about the different kind of fucks? You know. A
sport fuck, a conception fuck, a grudge fuck, a friendly fuck, a brotherly fuck.
This was a punishment fuck. I wanted Andy to know she had been fucked and fucked
hard. I pounded into her, driving her into the cheap motel mattress with every
thrust.
"Now, this is how to fuck a bitch!" Diablo said with self satisfaction.
"It is rewarding," Doc concurred.
Rhythmically, continually, brutally, with her legs bent double and her knees
touching her breasts, I fucked her. I pinned her hands over her head, wrists
crossed and held by my left hand. With my hand right hand I crushed the tender
flesh of her breasts. On and on. Fucking. No relenting. Fucking.
Of course, she orgasmed. She orgasmed again and again, once having a string of
multiple orgasms that made her pussy spasm in a most wonderful way. It would
have caused me to cum in her had I not been programmed. My cumming was not the
objective. Fucking her until we both understood I was the master and she was the
slave was my objective.
She sweated profusely, soaking the bed under us. Her skin turned as red as a
lobster.
Still, I fucked her, ramming my pubic bone against her with every driving
thrust.
She never complained, but then she never had complained about anything I did to
her. I could tell when she had enough, when she wished I would stop. Her
muscles were spasming in abuse rather than desire. Her skin was dry, hot as a
griddle with the thin layer of caking left by her prior sweat. Her pussy
started to dry out and it bit against my cock. She was starting to hurt, the
bruising of her pussy now overcoming her depleted desire.
Still, I fucked her.
She began to cry and squirm.
Still, I fucked her.
"Please, Davy. Sweetheart, stop. This is really hurting me," she sobbed.
She could not help herself, she began struggling to get away, but she was pinned
and going nowhere.
"We need to pursue the formula," Doc said in my head.
"We need to fuck this bitch into surrender," Diablo countered.
Surrender? Andy had surrendered the first day, the first moment. Since that
time when she handcuffed and blindfolded me, so delightfully loving me, she had
surrendered. Why was I doing this? Why was I punishing her with the very thing
most intimate between us? What was happening?
I stopped and pulled out. Both her hands flew between her legs to cradle her
wounded pussy as she curled on her side in the fetal position and sobbed
quietly.
I saw Mary watching us, leaning against the jam of the door. She had that
expression again, the one that said she was reading my mind. She moved to the
bed and crawled beside Andy, brushing her hair back and whispering something in
her ear. Motherly, she comforted her child.
Then, she lay back and spread her legs. I shook my head 'no' and pointed to the
floor. She blanched but complied, kneeling before me.
"Hold your hands behind you and do not let go!" I ordered as I wrapped her hair
in both of my hands and drew her head toward my crotch. Fear and compliance
crossed her face as she opened her mouth.
She did not suck me. I fucked her face. I fucked with the same hard driving
motion I had fucked Andy's pussy. I fucked her face until tears flowed and her
slobber fell from her bruised lips. Then, I jammed my cock down her throat and
pumped her stomach full of my cum.
"Well done," Diablo murmured.
I had to agree. Those kittens needed that. Without further conversation, I
loaded them into the Suburban to begin the last leg of our journey.
The three of them were quiet as the Suburban hummed down the highway. The voices
in my head were relatively quiet, too, with Diablo giving me praise for my rape
of the two kittens and Doc driving me onward for the formula. They were two
unseemly allies, one seeking raw power, the other power from knowledge and fame
but power, nevertheless.
We came to the turn off. Hoarsely, her voice damaged from her face fucking, Mary
gave instructions as to our direction.
We followed the paved road for several hours, turning frequently, each time to a
smaller and less well maintained road. The terrain became less hospitable as we
continued into the wastelands where only scrub plants seemed to grow. I
wondered how the Hermit lived in this climate. Finally, we came to the
pavement's end and continued down a hard packed dirt road.
When Andy said she needed a bathroom break, I stopped and let her pee by the
side of the road, which embarrassed her no end. She needed more embarrassment
in her life. I was ready to agree with the devil dog. Copious quantities of
humiliation and regular fucking by other men and a dog or two would do Andy
good.
Always, Mary watched me from the corner of her eye. I constantly felt she knew
exactly what was going to happen and what I would do. When I asked her thoughts,
she replied neutrally. What did she know? What was going to happen?
The road was continually worsened until it was no more than tracks through the
desert brush. I shifted into four wheel drive when the road disappeared in a
dry creek bed. I eased the truck down the slope. Following Mary's direction, I
turned out of the dry creek and toward some hills on this high plateau. I
wondered when the last vehicle had crossed this road.
"We need to get that formula!" Doc said, for the fifteenth time that day.
He was fixated on our goal. Diablo was speaking only to reinforce Doc's
comments. All day I had been wondering about the formula, the power, Doc and
Diablo, the kittens, and me.
Me.
I knew I had changed. Just the way I treated Andy and Mary today had proved that
to me. It frightened me in a way. But, the knowledge I was going to gain the
power exhilarated me more than anything I had ever experienced.
Was I seduced by the power? Yes. Oh, yes. Was I under its control? I was not
sure. Was I enjoying it and eagerly looking forward the possessing the formula?
Bet your sweet ass I was.
But, there were questions reverberating through my head. Why did I feel the way
I did toward Andy and Mary, both of whom I had loved since the moment I met
them? Was love unimportant now? Did I need love, particularly since I had power
and my power was getting ready to increase exponentially?
I could feel the desire for the power growing in me. That is why Diablo was
being so quiet. He knew he was winning and all he had to do was sit back and
let me surrender.
I glanced at Mary. She had a sad, knowing expression as if she realized exactly
what was happening in my mind.
To be continued . . .
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