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Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2000 11:10:09 -0500
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Copyright   December 2000 by E. Z. Riter.

E-mail address:  ezriter@hotmail.com

Please!        Give me your comments!

Dear Reader, CAUTION.  Remember this is a wild MC tale with many
story codes starting with incest.  My thanks to Morgan for
editing and assistance.  E.Z.


GRANDPA AND ME

Chapter 7

"Wake up.  Look alive.  Breakfast is in fifteen minutes."

I opened my eyes to see Patty smiling down at us.  My arm was
asleep because Julie was lying on it as she curled against me.
She yawned, looked at her mother, and gasped.

"Mother," Julie said, "You're naked."

"How about that?" Patty quipped.  "Why don't you come down to
breakfast naked, too, dear?"

"But Rick's mom and grandfather are still here."

"That's all right.  They saw you last night.  Remember?"

"Yes, but I want to wear something."

"Let Rick decide for you," Patty replied.  "See you two in a few
minutes."

Julie's expression was like a person who'd crossed into an
alternate universe where they didn't understand any of the rules.

When she asked, "Rick, may I wear something?" she sounded
confused.

"You are," I replied with a grin.

She blushed and scowled.  "Besides this rope around my neck," she
said curtly.

"I like you in that.  It has a certain savior faire."

"You don't even know what that means," she snapped.  "I'm getting
dressed."

"No, you're not."

"Try and stop me!"

I did stop her, which was an enjoyable process as she squirmed
and struggled.  I managed to avoid flying claws except for one
time when she got the back of my hand.  I wasn't in any hurry to
subdue her because it was too much fun, but when Grandpa yelled
up for us, I finished the job by tying her wrists behind her back
and using the other rope to tie her legs together.  I preferred
to use that rope as a leash, but I didn't want to get kicked.

Sweet Julie looked lovely in her bondage.  Her body was damp with
sweat from her struggles.  Her chest was heaving from her
exertion.  Her face didn't look lovely however.  It was contorted
in anger because she was mad as hell.

"Wait until we get downstairs, you bastard.  My mother will call
the police and have them cart you away," she barked.

"Now, Julie, that's no way to talk to the man who's fucked you so
nicely," I said.

I threw her over my left shoulder and started downstairs, but I'd
only taken a step before I decided a little stimulation would be
good for Julie.  I mean, with that delightful ass sticking up in
the air, why not use it?  And her pussy was readily available,
too.

"Don't do that," she squealed as I swatted her.  "Rick, no," she
barked as I dunked my thumb in her pussy.  Swat and dunk.  Swat
and dunk.  The swats weren't hard.  The dunks were deep, ending
with a flick of her clit.  I had a regular rhythm going.  Julie's
complaints gave way to encouraging gasps by the time I reached
the bottom of the stairs.  By the time I reached the breakfast
room, she was squirming on my shoulder in need of an orgasm.

The three of them were sitting at the table.  Mom jumped up and
kissed me with her tongue down my throat and her hand caressing
my cock.

"Good morning, baby," she said sweetly.

Then she kissed Julie on her bloated lower lips.

"Oh, God in heaven," Julie squealed as Mom buried her tongue in
Julie's twat.

Julie started vibrating and her legs tightened.  She groaned -
ohhhhhhhhh - and arched her back as I felt her tighten.  Mom kept
sucking and slurping at Julie's love hole until Julie lay
depleted over my shoulder.

Mom kissed me again and whispered, "Karl says we can do it
today."  Her eyes shone up at me.

I sat down with Julie sitting in my lap.  We didn't talk much at
breakfast, which was fine by me.  I was too busy feeding the two
of us.

When Julie recovered her senses after the orgasm Mom gave her,
and her stomach was getting full, her attitude changed.

"Mother, I want to be released this instant.  Tell Rick to let me
go," she demanded.

"Why?" her mother asked as she nibbled on a piece of toast larded
with jam.

"I have no intention of being Rick's sex slave.  That what he
said he'd do to me, Mother.  Make me his slave."

"You said you'd like whatever I did to you," I said to Julie.

"That was the orgasm talking.  Not me," she said fiercely.  "Now
let me go.  Mother, tell him to let me go."

"No, dear," Patty said.  Her tone was like any mother's, soft but
unyielding.  "You're going to belong to him."

"Mother!"

"Let's go, Rick.  It's time," Grandpa said as he stood up.

Julie kicked and squirmed when I tried to stand.  Grandpa lifted
her off my lap, swatted her across the ass, and marched out of
the room with Julie in his arms.  I was right behind him.

When Grandpa got to Julie's room, he dumped her on the bed. He
sat beside her with his hand in her hair to hold her head against
the bed.

"Be still, you little bitch, or I'll swat you again," he
threatened.

Wide eyed and angry, Julie stilled.

"Rick, Julie's lied to you.  She wasn't a sweet little virgin and
she had no intention of being faithful," Grandpa said.

"I don't believe you," I replied, but when I saw Julie's
expression, I knew Grandpa was telling the truth.

"That's not true, Rick.  I was a virgin," Julie lied. "You've got
to believe me."

"Ready?" Grandpa asked.

"Ready," I answered.

I lay on top of her. My weight pressed her into the mattress and
I used her hair to hold her head. Julie was terrified as Grandpa
squirted the liquid in her mouth.  She spit some out so he
squirted another full dose and held her mouth shut.  In seconds,
she was out like a light.

Grandpa began his hypnotic trance.  "Relax, Julie. Relax and
sleep.  Julie, listen to my voice, only my voice.  I want you to
relax, totally relax, and sleep.  Your conscious mind is asleep.
You hear only my voice.  Deeper, Julie, deeper.  You are going
deeper into sleep.  You feel comfortable, feel relaxed and happy.
You enjoy this feeling.  You enjoy being this open and receptive
to my voice.  Deeper now, Julie.  Listen to my voice.  Each time
you hear my voice you go deeper and deeper into your relaxed,
warm, happy, feeling. Deeper, Julie, Deeper."

Julie was totally limp, her breathing slow and easy, her eyes
closed.

"Listen to me, Julie. You enjoy listening to my voice.  You enjoy
obeying my instructions to you.  It makes you feel good to obey
me.  Good and warm and fuzzy with happiness when you obey me.
Deeper now, Julie.  Julie, can you hear me?"

"Yes," she said in a ghostly monotone.

"I want you to answer all my questions with complete and total
honesty.  Julie, who took your virginity?"

"Tommy Thompson."

"Shit," I said.  Grandpa's expression said I told you so as he
silenced me with a finger across his lips.

"When?"

"Three weeks ago."

"How many times have you had sex with Tommy?"

"Three."

"Have you had any other men?"

"Just last night with Rick."

"Who did you enjoy more, Tommy or Rick?"

"Rick."

"Why did you enjoy him more, Julie?"

"I... I don't know."

"Any other sexual activities with men?" Grandpa asked.

"I've let a couple of other boys touch my body through my clothes
when we were making out."

"Have you ever had sex with a woman?"

"Yes."

You could've knocked me over with a feather, but Grandpa smiled
knowingly.

"Who was it?"

"Melissa's friend, Angel."

"How many times have you and Angel made love?"

"Five."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes."

"Who did you enjoy more, Rick or Angel?"

"Angel."

"Do you love Rick?"

"Yes."

"Would you marry him?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you fuck Tommy?"

"All the girls do.  He's a stud."

"If you married Rick, would you be faithful?"

"I'll never be faithful."

"Why?"

"I want to fuck a lot of men . . .  and women."

Grandpa could see the confusion and hurt on my face.  I was so
pissed off at Julie I didn't give a damn if she was programmed
for me or not.  And I wanted to beat the shit out of Tommy.
Grandpa waited and watched me.  Julie's revelations shook me to
the core, but they proved one thing.  Grandpa was right.  She
needed to be programmed.

"Julie," he said.  "All girls have sexual fantasies.  I want you
to think about yours.  Think about your favorite fantasy, the one
you imagine when you masturbate."

Grandpa winked and squeezed my hand.  I took a deep breath and
repressed my anger.   I was glad Grandpa had programmed me to be
in control or I might have gone through the roof.

"Julie, tell me your favorite fantasy," Grandpa said.

"I'm a princess captured by a pirate band.  The men bind my arms
behind me and put a rope around my neck like a leash.  They give
me to their captain.  He's stunned by my beauty, by my sexiness.
He strips me naked in front of his crew before dragging me into
his quarters.  He rapes me.  He rapes me over and over.  He makes
me his slave and I always wear his collar around my neck to show
I belong to him.  He's afraid he'll lose me, but he won't lose me
because I don't want to leave him."

"Why do you want to stay with him?"

"He shares me with his crew because he knows how much I like sex.
They all fuck me.  They fuck me as much as I want, but I'm his
woman.  I sleep in his bed next to him, no matter who I've
fucked."

"Listen to my voice, Julie.  Go deeper, deeper and deeper.  You
enjoy obeying me.  Obeying me makes you feel warm and happy.
Warm and happy.  You'll remember everything I say and know that
it's true.  Julie, Rick's the pirate who captures you.  Rick's
the man who owns you.  You are his.  You belong to him and you'll
obey him.  It pleases you to obey him.  Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"I want you to repeat after me: "I love Rick.  I enjoy Rick
owning me.  I want to obey Rick.  I want to please Rick."

Julie repeated it once.

"Julie, I want you to repeat those words until I call your name
again."

As she began repeating, Grandpa motioned for me to follow him.
When we were out in the hall, Grandpa said, "Well?"

"She's a little slut who's going to fuck around on me," I
snapped.

"No, Rick.  She's a teenaged girl full of fantasies just like
you're a boy full of fantasies.  You plan to fuck around on her,
don't you?"

"That's different," I said defensively.

"Why?"

"Grandpa, whose side are you on?"

"Yours.  She's an adorable, sexy little fox that last night you
would've married on a bet.  So, cool it.  After the programming,
you'll never need to worry about her love or affection, or who
she's fucking."

"But I wanted her to love me."

"What did she say before I programmed her?"

"That she loves me, but . . . "

"But nothing.  She said it naturally and she said it in a trance
when she was programmed not to lie.  She does love you.  Don't
get hung up over her wanting to experiment and play around
because that's normal.  Women are sexual creatures, Rick, and
that little woman loves sex, or didn't you notice?"

"I noticed, but I want her to be mine."

"She is and she will be.  After this programming, her love will
never cool and she'll always be faithful.  Come on.  Let's go
back inside."

Julie was still repeating those words when Grandpa called her
name and she stopped talking.

"Julie, Rick is a man.  You understand a man wants to have sex
with more than one woman. You're happy when Rick has sex with
other women because you know it makes him happy. When you see him
having sex with another woman it'll make you want to have sex
with both of them.  You'll never be jealous.  You'll tell him
about any woman who has a sexual interest in him.  It pleases you
to help him seduce other women.  Do you know anyone who has an
interest in Rick, Julie?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Shauna Williamson has a terrible crush on him."

That made my ears perk up.  Shauna was a soccer player with an
ass and legs almost as good as Julie's.

"Julie, Rick is the pirate captain who owns you, but I'm the
pirates' admiral.  You'll fuck me anytime I ask you to do it.
But, except for me, Rick controls your sexuality.  That pleases
you because it makes him happy.  It makes you feel warm and happy
knowing Rick controls your sexuality.  If he tells you to have
sex with another man, you will enjoy it and make sex enjoyable
for the man, too.  Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"You'll have and enjoy sex with any woman who lives in this house
because you know that pleases Rick.  If Rick tells you, you'll
have sex with other women, too."

Grandpa continued by implanting her post hypnotic suggestion,
which was `blue dog', and by telling her she wouldn't remember
being hypnotized but that she'd obey and believe everything he
said.  Then he brought her out of the trance.

She looked up at me with wide, sincere, loving eyes.

"I love you, Rick," she said softly.

"I love you, too, Julie," I said, but I was hurt by what she'd
said.   Deeply hurt.

To be continued

Please!   Give me your comments!

E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com

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