The Inheritance - Final ?

The ritual

I won't bore you with the events of Tuesday. Suffice it to say that while I was trying to work, the tattoo appeared to a greater extent and more frequently, and once again the spokesperson echoed in my brain, almost as if they were whispering in my ear :

"You must pay the price."

"We are anxious."

"We are thirsty."

I was hoping my mother's knowledge could clarify what kind of serve these entities expected.

My mother had gone out in the first light to get the items she said she needed for the ritual. At five in the afternoon, when she returned, she went straight to the attic without saying a word.

For my component part, I couldn't keep working. I shut down all the reckoner, peripherals, etc., and started pacing around the house. Enriqueta continued with her task ; on any other occasion I would probably have taken vantage of her, but this time my judgement was elsewhere. What was going to encounter ? Maybe I had gotten involved with entities I didn't fully understand. What would be the outcome of all this ?

When my mother finished preparing everything, she came down and found me pacing from one end of the living way to the other.

"Calm down a bit, Ilich Ramirez Sanchez. You'll see everything turns out fine. It's just a matter of knowing what we have to do."

"I don't have that a good deal self-assurance. Who knows what they'll demand in exchange for the power they've given us."

"We'll find out very soon."

At that second Laura and Elena arrived, accompanied by a man. Marta immediately approached him and marked him with a handshake.

"stay still and quiet,"she ordered him.

"Who is he ?"I asked the women.

"Santiago, our party boss. An arrogant, macho idiot who thinks women should give thanks him just for speaking to them. His solitary quality is that he has genitals that make your mouth water."

"We'll see. Undress,"Marta ordered him.

Once he was naked, standing in the heart of the room, I have to say he really did have more than than appreciable genitals. You could also order he spent many hours at the gym : very worked-out body, flat abdomen with a gross six pack, sculpted arms, second joint and stage that looked like an chassis chart. His grimace was pleasant and he had K eyes that contrasted with his suntanned skin.

He took it for granted ( according to what the women told me ) that fair sex should fall at his feet. The problem was that whatever he had in surfeit in coming into court, he lacked in intelligence and willpower. Completely useless at employment, he also used to careen blame onto all his employees. He never took responsibility for his bad decisiveness and inevitably one of his hyponym would end up taking the fall.

"If something happens to him during the ritual—and I hope it does—he will have deserved it,"exclaimed Laura while Elena nodded.

I had never seen my wife with that attitude. I never imagined she had a revengeful personality. Surely working with this character had been much harder than I had supposed. But why hadn't she told me anything ? A simple salutation, a handshake, and I could make intervened to vary some of his behavior.

"Let's all go up to the attic,"Marta ordered.

Once we arrived, I saw that the Classical Greek had been somewhat transformed : a ovalbumin blood outlined a five-pointed maven. At each item a red candela burned. The entire conception was framed within a white circle.

"That's a pentacle,"she explained."What you're seeing is a mixture of salt and iron filings. It creates an unbreakable orphic barrier for any being. Whoever stands in the center will be protected."

"And who will be the lucky one ?"

"I will,"my mother replied."As the one who will invoke the beings from other attribute, I will be the most give away to being possessed or controlled by them."

"And us ?"

"zip will happen to you. I can assure you of that."

"And what role does Santiago de Cuba play in all this ?"

"He is basically the altar. He will be in the heart and soul of the pentacle with me."

"Now we all have to divest,"she ordered.

We all proceeded to despoil naked. Santiago lay down in the center of the circle ; my mother, also naked, stood beside him.

Each of us—Laura, Elena, Enriqueta and I—positioned ourselves at one of the points of the pentacle, leaving one point empty. Then my mother began her conjury :

"Deorum, obsecro te ipsum inducere et robora dolour ut scire possunt, et eorum vota tua servi potest implere eos."

Nothing.

She repeated it twice more.

At that moment I felt motion behind me. One of the dolls was rising from its shelf and slowly walking toward us. With each footprint it grew with child. As it approached, the asexual features of all the dolls ( flat crotch, a thin line marking the vagina ) began to fade.

Its face, though natural-looking, remained unexpressive, but its boob began to grow, its nipples became visible and prominent. The crotch gained depth, forming labia, clit and vagina with absolute precision. Finally, it positioned itself at the discharge point of the pentacle.

"We heard your call,"the doll said. Strangely, it didn't move its back talk ; it simply opened its mouth and the speech sound came out.

"Tell me what you desire ? How can we pay for the giving you have given us ?"

"Pleasure."

"pleasure ? What does that stand for ?"

"We feed on the vigor you release during coming. In interchange for the gifts we have given you, we want you to feed us."

"And how can we do that ?"

"I will testify you."

Immediately, two more dolly came to lifespan on the ledge. They approached us and underwent the Sami shift as the first one—except that in this vitrine one of them acquired male proportions.

The first doll went toward Laura, who was to her right. The 2nd come on Elena, and finally the Male one embraced Enriqueta.

The situation couldn't have been more outlandish. The three form had an extremely lifelike visual aspect, but the illusion vanished upon touch—you could feel the stilted texture of credit card and latex. The manly digit took Enriqueta's head and said :

"kiss me."

Enriqueta knelt down and, obeying, began to puzzle out an exquisitely detail penis.

The number 1 dame, now with Laura, lay on the floor and positioned my wife so her vagina was directly over its mouth.

Meanwhile, the endorsement doll had placed Elena on all tetrad and began kissing her ass.

And me ? I didn't know what to do. I was watching the scene when my mother began masturbating Santiago de los Caballeros, who responded with an tremendous erection. She simply said to me :

"seed here, son."

I entered the circle of protection. When I reached the center, she told me :

"The God want Santiago to take in an orgasm."

"Well, sure—keep doing what you're doing."

"Not me. They want a gesture of devotion from you."

"You know I'm epicene, that's no secret, but this situation is very strange. I'm not really convinced."

"I'm not asking you. Just do it to usher them your devotion. You'll see—you will be rewarded."

As she said this, she took my head and gently pushed it until my back talk touched Santiago de Cuba's penis. god or not, I didn't believe such a genus Phallus could fit in my mouth, so I began kissing it, running my tongue over his testicles, along the length, up to the glans. Finally, feeling my mother's hired hand on the book binding of my neck again, I began to take aim it in.

"The divinity will help you remove it completely,"was her only comment.

She was right. Almost without realizing it, I suddenly felt his ball hitting my chin and I began to move back and Forth River. Another thing that happened was that all my premature inhibition vanished. Now I only felt an excitement like never before in my life history. I wanted Gran Santiago to ejaculate, to do it in my sass, I wanted to unsay all his semen and offer it to the gods.

Meanwhile, somehow I perceived the scenery around me ( I think this was a natural endowment from the god that allowed me to see what was happening ). The male skirt was standing, holding Enriqueta by the buttocks while penetrating her. She was completely naked, chest totally monotonous, chastity device in place, wooden leg wrapped around her collaborator's shank, an expression of pleasure on her face.

Then I saw that the doll licking Elena's anus had developed a natural language at least 20 or 30 centimeter long, moving at will. It inserted it completely inside Elena, then withdrew it, bringing excrement from the charwoman's intestines.

"Delicious,"it exclaimed each time it retracted the tongue.

Finally, I saw that the doll with Laura had developed a alike natural language, inserting it into my wife's vagina. Laura moaned with pleasure like I had never heard before. At the mo of orgasm, she urinated and the doll captured all her fluids.

It was like watching the scenery from a camera positioned on the attic ceiling : me swallowing Santiago de los Caballeros's phallus, my mother standing beside me furiously fingering herself, Enriqueta being penetrated, and the two women giving their fluids to the dolls.

At that moment capital of Chile had his sexual climax and filled my back talk with semen. I pulled back and stepped out of the pentangle. The first doll—the one that had been with Laura—approached me and, without moving her backtalk, said :

"You have served us well. We have sealed the pact. Now all the vitality from their orgasms will be sent to us."

She continued approaching, embraced me, and I heard a voice say :

"We must kick in him his reward."

The doll kissed me. I felt that glossa exploring inside me, the plastic and latex paint brushing against my rim. Then she pulled back and something happened that I still can not fully understand. She opened her mouth wider in a way that seemed impossible. Her tongue divided into countless tiny tentacles. Before I could react, they entwined at the cover of my head.

Her back talk kept opening. I remember noticing she had no teeth. Now it was no longer a mouth—it was a tunnel. The tentacles pulled me in. Unable to resist, I was literally swallowed by the doll. She then lay down on the floor.

Laura screamed. Elena screamed. Even Enriqueta screamed.

"nil will happen to him,"said the male dame."Right now he is receiving the pedagogy of our bully gods."

After ten transactions, the doll rolled onto her side of meat, opened her mouthpiece again, and the tentacles that had been her tongue took me and deposited me beside her.

The three dame then returned to the shelf, reversing the process. With each step they lost sexual characteristics and shrank in size. When they reached their places on the shelf, they settled back into position and became motionless once more.

"What happened ?"Laura asked me.

"I can't say in point. I was receiving teachings from the masters and I received new powers. How foresightful was I gone ?"

For me it had been several months. I looked at my former hand and a new tattoo had appeared there : *"Forma servum tuum"*

"New powers ?"my female parent asked."What can you do ?"

"I can change my form and the word form of my servants. Watch."

I approached Enriqueta, removed her wig, placed my hand on her header, and she began to lead the shape I had imagined for her. Her hair grew to her articulatio humeri, her white meat became spectacular with punctuate pap, her hip joint widened, her waist narrowed, and suddenly the chastity device fell to the floor—her phallus had been replaced by a vagina.

I placed my deal on Elena's head word. Her breasts grew to a double-D size. Her privates began to pop out until it formed a phallus that rivaled the strap-on she had used Saturday night. Two respectable testicles hung beneath.

Then it was Santiago's turn. I had to punish him somehow for disrespecting my wife. He lost the frame he had worked so hard for at the gym. His penis shrank to almost nothing—erect it barely measured two centimeters.

"You will serve up Laura. She will be your mistress and you will fulfill all her desires."

"Yes, Master,"was his but response.

Then came my mother's turn. All I did was turn back her age—from a 55-year-old adult female into an admonitory 30-year-old.

"Thank you, schoolmaster,"she said while admiring herself.

"What do you want from me, master ?"Laura asked.

"For now you will stay as you are. Don't worry—I have many ideas for transforming you… and for transforming myself. Transformations that will send a lot of energy to the gods."

At that moment, all of them raw, they embraced my legs. My entourage was complete. Now I only had to decide what I would do with them.

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Ana Raquel

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