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My experience with Inheritance(the game) in Joy by ...
My version of its history, that is...
not its history alone.
:N "King" Dave, is not because I know a Dave
or because I dislike the name.
It is simply the name from the digital
experienced game "Inheritance" 's
eveil character "Dave" fulfilling the
same role as gramps, but in a more
simple role, as an ethical partner
in crime for the real warlord (the gamer)
to gain his playground.
and to take command over an older
submissive non-talking bitch,
and another funny-joke girly.
I take too much empathy for all
those characters... that's why I
dislike calling them as such.
But they lack this thing...
called "their brain".
:S "King" is because I know someone
who could be called "King". And also
because I like his style.
When one evening lawyers attested me the villa
of my (very much disliked) grandfather Dave
I got pretty excited on the idea of having
a grand ol' villa all for myself...
I did not know Dave at all, except for the
things my father told about him... and they
were indeed some nasty things to say the least.
Of course I had some second thoughts and I
was a little afraid too... nothing that
could've stopped me.
DAY I
That sence of empowerment came again upon me
when I stood the following morning before the
gates leading to the garden. It was a
beautiful and terrifying sight...
The garden was way too large for anything
I had seen 'til then, and the gates
resembled a kind of hostility I had
not perceived ever before.
I did not know at the time, that my residence
there will be kinda short... but that is
a point to be made later. At that point
in time I was more interested for a lookaround.
It took not too long and I was through the
wilderness and at the large doors to the mansion.
And it was large! That thing would have cast
a mighty shadow on me, if it would've not
been cloudy that day. But especially the grey
sky could
empower something else in that image of a tower
looming great about.
When I entered the already unlocked - to my
suprise - door to the
palace therein, I could only hope to wake
some shadows of the hallways.
The first thing I saw were the valuable vases,
and exotic plants, but there I saw something else:
two looming stone sculptures, forming women depicted
in their nudity, protected the twin stairs leading up to
the second and third floor -north and -south corridors
harboring the sleeping chambers for the guests.
For I already knew the grand plan of the mansion,
only the fine details then were still unavailable.
I lost myself in thought then, for I had never seen
so large of a collection. After a while I got
interested in the statue standing in the middle
of the room, and I cautiously approached it.
The statue was not mere grey but it was colorized.
It had blond hair, some color on the skin and eyes
- though I was not sure because of the dark lighting -
and it held an envelope... quite a fun artwork to make
it must've been, I said to myself, and so intruiging to
look at... I felt in it a very good resemblence of a
human and I thought highly of that statues
creator for the moment.
After standing there awhile, I thought to myself that
it was very funny that this statue looked down...
and it was also dressed in a traditional maiden dress.
I started caressing it at its neck and slowly going down
as my interest in the workings of its female parts grew
ever so slightly stronger...
After I spent a while pointing my finger at its soft skin
I began wondering what material it was, for it felt
just right in a certain way... it did bunch a little.
I thought of the little movements as my own and slowly,
made my way through the cloth to its left-side nipple.
Reaching it:
it felt soft... - I was thinking about the sort
of material one must've had to use, and that it would
probably cost too - After my investigation of these parts
were complete I was inclined to move downwards.
First I wanted to feel the belly button touching the cloth.
And then I began touching between its legs...
then directly on my left ear a whisper occured
*
Master, your servant mercifully begs of you,
would you like to read the letter she presents?
I was paralized... my hands stopped their interrogation
of that part immediatly and I had to step back a little.
A minute would pass without one of us doing anything...
then another.
As time went by, my heart stopped beating as hard,
and I was again reasonably secure, except for the
fact my heart just made a race against
deaths
soothing grip.
For I had not ever had so much fear.
The girl made me believe that she was a rock.
A horrible taste... then I already had enough
of the mansion. And for worse: I had to continue
conversation somehow... because I still lived.
It did need its while 'til I could speak again,
and when I did so, only in very robotic fashion.
*
The... envelope... you... are who... ?
She did not reply and it made me a chill up my spine.
It was horrible, talking to a stone-girl or a ghost
or a monster... I did not know then what it was.
I had to take all my courage: to take that envelope
from her, to distract myself... at least for the
moment. She let her both hands which held
the letter and her arms fall without halt,
as if they belonged to somebody dead.
Some eternity later, after recovering from my
next shock, I began reading.
The letter contained the handwriting of King Dave
as I came to call the mansions last "dungeon-lord" later.
In it he stated, that he came to live for a glorified
experiment in which he saved works of many people,
both in this mansion's library and in his private
laboratory. I became his "victim" because
in his mind, I was still "naive" and "young".
I was part of this bigger experiment.
That was his sole reason for choosing me,
because I did not know him and
it would hit me as hard as it did.
I felt a tad broken. The girl standing in front of me
and the letter of King Dave had taken a great tall
on me...
Moments passed.
Then more moments.
After an eternity of silence, the girl in front
asked, if all was well. She called me master again.
I stumbled on some words...
*
Who are you? Why are you here?
That's what I would have liked to ask, and
something along the line was said... though
the question in being as useless as it was
must have irritated her enough, that for the
first time she lifted her head:
And what I saw was an emotionless face
in a cloudy morning's light.
With a scream I fell right on my butt.
The hall amplified the screams effect,
making me even more afraid.
She immediately came to me...
and she excused herself a lot in the
process, begging for master's mercy.
In a kind of defence I resisted her,
because I was afraid -very afraid of her.
In an instant she wept, crying about
how she did not mean it and how
she will remedy master's discontent.
But what she did was what mattered most
to me back then, she unclothed herself
and started taking my hand to her chest
and all. Trying to comfort me with her
body it seemed, showing no shame in
doing so. But I hated the sight of
her teary eyes... it were the eyes
of horror. And not me was the culprit
of their existance, but something else,
that resided here in this citadel...
It made me quiver... even still when she
was completely naked, and caressed me dearly.
It was all some lowly cowardsplay,
and I was the lamb on the banquette.
I pleaded her to stop, and when she
stopped I pleaded her to continue the
hugs and the strokes...
It was weired, really weired to live
through it back then.
After an hour or so of her soft
caressing, the sun got through...
and after so much time
perplexed and surprised, I felt wavered.
I stood up... and she looked not as
intimidating anymore on that floor...
her face looked up and I could say
it was more lively now...
I felt no weired thing had happened between
us two, and that indeed the last moments
were more horrible than looking or feeling the
mere body
of a woman for the very first time...
She asked me something.
1* She
How can I serve you, master?
2* Me
Don't call me... master...
1*
But...
2*
...
2*
master is fine... master is pretty okay.
She approved by a short lowering of her head.
It wouldn't have kept me the worries of
the ghosts anyway... and the castle made me
afraid and... something about "master"
made me stronger,.. more resilient.
A moments notice passed on.
Then came out a shadow behind some corner of
a rather dull statue. I shrieked.
The girl on the floor got up and caressed me,
while saying to the shadow:
*
Sis, do not disturb our master!
It sounded like a harsh wording, and for
what I took, she treated it like some
invader... and it made me worry. But
out the shadows came only a little girl
dressed not in maiden dresses but in
ragged cloth. I was in a carnival...
I asked then
*
What is she? Sorry, Who is she?
2* Girl holding me
She is my sister, we are your servants.
3* Little girl
Good morning, Master.
*
How old are you...
3*
12 years, master.
nearly 12 years now,
still 11 years.
Just three months,
and I will be 12 years.
The time passed on.
And as I stood still,
being caressed by the
naked girl on my side,
her little sister is
speaking as if nothing
matters...
as if caressing me, a stranger,
is the most normal thing
in the world.
It took time...
And I couldn't reach my parents then.
We had no smartphone or telephone.
We wrote letters by hand,
which was quite nice.
Remember, lad of the keyboard,
when did you last write your
own letter by hand?
Now were was I...
yes.
It took time.
And the sisters had to plead
me more than once, to eat with
them. And no: no normal eating
together or anything.
They vehemently disagreed
on their vow to never eat
together with their master...
And when forcing them on my table
did not work, I wanted to eat their food.
But they would not give it to me.
And not only the elder sister would
argue with me, no plead me.
The younger sister too was doing
all the same, trying on her size
to make me happy, kissing me on places
where ever she saw oppurtunity...
It make me feel dirty.
And the day was far from over
with both of them...
I demanded a tour of the mansion,
with both of them at my side.
That at last would bring some quiet.
The elder sister would show me
a lot of bedrooms.
Then the great mansion library,
some dusty attics, a workshop,
the storage room, my own automobile...
some of the garden area and
before the end, the basement,
containing the servants
rooms and a torture-chamber,
in
which they both took an
immense degree of freedom
to show me how I could use
them in those... utilities.
If I wished so at least.
One thing got me uneasy.
The chamber had dozen prison
cells, way too many for my
liking... so I had to ask
if they had any other prisoners.
2* Elder Sister
Servants to the Master. Yes.
I had known enough.
I wanted to inform the police.
Somehow the girls took my offering
as a threat, and they klinged to me.
Both sobbing in tears, for they told
me then, how the police would not
treat them better then the Master,
maybe even worse.
I had no point in denying that...
For I knew some movies, which illuminated
the fact quite clearly... a hefty time
with no direct information exchange,
but the knowledge of the past.
And I watched too many of the ghost movies...
(yes, only 1 or 2, but that is way too many for my tastes)
But I had to live with it nevertheless!
I promised to help the two girls.
They took that offer way to directly
though,
instantly
tried unclothing and pleasuring me, but...
After a short while they showed me
the two upper floors, mainly bedrooms
and the Master's bed, in which both
of them already spent nights together
with King Dave, former Master of
the Mansion.
I saw some scars on the younger one,
not so many on the older one...
I asked them, and the answer came
from the younger of both:
3* Younger Sister
Sis says, Dave did this to me,
because I still smiled and laughed
way too often to his likes!
Also, I am stur- and empty- headed.
And I don't understand the nature
of demonic influence all too much.
The older sister nods with her
usual "calm" (or as I would say "empty")
look on her face...
The day passed...
as we ate the evening meal,
and as the younger one told
me much about alcoholic liquor,
things of which I didn't even
know until then.
as the older played wonderful
piano, and violin...
as the younger kissed me in my face...
as the older sat nakedly beside me...
as we were per my "order" outside
to watch the sun set and
the stars come forth.
The wind that day
reassured me a bit,
of all the things.
It was a wonderful
sunset.
Not that orange,
but wonderful.
I let the servants
sleep with me...
they refused to
not sleep with me
if not sleeping for
their torment in the
tormenting chamber...
I could not bear the
thought of it, I not.
and to be honest with you Guys...
I was already comforted to
the thought of touching
their bodies... they
reassured me...
made me steadfast.
in a way... at least.
Yes... I knew that a 12 year
old is normally not what you
consider "self-speaking" but...
I had the constant feeling that
the 12 year old, the younger one
outgrew the other one in structural
integrity by far... even after
gaining so many bruises and scars.
She indeed helped her older sister
keep sanity.
Did I have errections?
Yes... but I didn't use them.
I never used them as a
sorry excuse, for being
rude to these friendly souls,
inhabiting this grotesk
castle of remembered times...
Did I touch their butts
and tits? well... Yes.
Wherever their bodies were,
they comforted me, be they
belly, butt, tit... whatever
I did not care...
not there,
not anymore.
DAY II
I waked up deep in the night.
The girls slept at my side...
I was wet. Not wet, like in the game "wet" sense.
Not wet because my penis ejaculated...
no.
I was wet of nightmare,
I was really wet
and really sorry to have gotten
into this mess.
I was afraid, and I did every
little
thing,
like
grabbing that arse
and
those tits of that older one
so that I may find
another second
another second of
calmness
and sleep.
And I would say to her:
"ssssh".
And I would lay my finger onto her lip,
so that she does not speak,
and I would stroke her soothing hair.
Not because I wanted to harm her,
no.
Just because I was afraid!
I was afraid,
because King Dave came to me
in my nightmare,
and he said
4* King Dave
Boy, you seem mighty desperate.
And he is right...
How am I ever going to
do this?
not understand it!
I don't want to understand more
of it than I have to!
no.
How to make this.
How to save myself.
How to not make myself disappointed,
because I let some police
make those girls sad?
How to please myself?
How to find,
peace.
Chapter II: Searching for Peace
After awakening, I found myself
in a comical situation...
I as the master who should punish
the girls, am punishing myself...
It was very ironic...
I grabbed onto the older one's intimacy
for a short period... what she does
is not of interest for me,
it's just venting at this point.
She actually shows no reaction to my
touch, I try it again... this time
a little longer and a little more
there, but she still shows no signs
of any sound. I see the reason lying
between us, having ensnared me...
The little girl is still sleeping
soundly.
It is not of interest what I do now,
all that matters is that little thing,
and though it is in ragged cloth,
it looks all the more cute to me.
I left behind the intimacy of that
other lady altogether, because
actually she was doing the same thing
with my intimacy now... except it
had an obvious effect... or was
my touch on her intimacy also
actively stimulating but ignorable
just like mine now?
Maybe we are not that different
like I used to learn back in my
younger days...
And maybe all we do here in this cosy bed
is really just some good old nagging,
really not jerky sex-jokes... like
how I used to think...
I'm a man now, and a man needs to
accomodate for his young child's wishes.
He needs to make his child dreams come true,
except if he wants to make his childhood sad.
I don't want to get my finger all pointy...
And I won't. The reader may object.
Is this what stands here really so intimate?
Is my diary really the pinacle of privacy?
No. I think not.
Chapter III: Little Nuisance
After the little girl awakened I got to learn their
names, and they got to learn my name.
My name is not important for this book.
The older one was named by her creator: Anna.
And the younger one was called: Eve, I call her Oz now,
because she reminds me of the gleamful wonder of me
children days
when she shy s not away from our nudity.
A child without burdeons.
When I slowly got up from my bed,
I recall a part of the game itself,
I take a book out of the shelf, in it
King Dave describes his all dear
servant daughters... I read a little.
I must in the process remind the
two servants on the bed to remain
on the bed for further notice...
Yes, I have to: else they would roam
about and do random things, that would
be most troublesome.
I regain knowledge on the fact, that
King Dave bought most of his servants
with alot of money for his always
hard cock. Yes... that sounds like him,
I'd say. I read the contents out loudly.
He also writes, that they serve him for
an experiment he conducts. He tests
for the existance of vengeance properties.
For this he would need as much hatred energy
as was requiered for his task,
and also a brave hero: who, by an
unexpected turn of events, shows up,
and defeats his master-plan: confirming
by that fact the existance of vengeance forces.
I have no clue, as to what exactly
he meant by all this...
Maybe a greater evil is at play,
the populus. But then again
I'd have to fear many more
than only a harmless King Dave...
Vengeance properties exclude me by
the presence I am doing here,
researching his books.
So; only one other factor remains.
If called by name, but unable
to do anything, it submits quietly.
If called by name, and able
to do anything, it crushes its opposition.
Both things are unacceptable, because
the populus has in both scenarios
not gained any understanding
of the situation at hand.
Only they profit of the information,
but I have it... never-theless.
It would rather see me drown
in my lies, than accept its fate
as harbinger. -so it would seems.
When I say populace, I don't mean
any person in it actually, as surprising
as it may be for You!
But the apparatus populus has one
job, to harbor people (that's where
that ugly name comes from: Harbinger).
Populace however got to deny its
current assignment of harboring,
and instead it wished to be
a person. (just like me, or You!)
Dr. King got a laboratory in the game,
where he studied for the existance
of a cure... for his first beloved
slave. Though he seemed quite fond
of her, she had a bone-weakness problem,
and that's what he tried to solve.
He was a genius, but one thing
took me aside then, the laboratory
I encountered did not resemble in
any way the neutral white hygiene
which one had to use for that task...
The room I was in more looked like
a saloon but with blood stains all
over the walls, with all sorts of
empty and full bottles, both of
artistic and chemical interest.
It seemed like, the only thing he
kept doing in that room, was to
change up peoples body parts,
make them shorter or bigger,
giving them birth-control devices,
making their hair red (like with Eve there),
mixing all sorts of probably illegal
recipes from "normal" ingredients
like lavender leafs... I didn't believe it!
And it seemes like, he also got
the hang from being just a little
student boy, meeting the eyes of a
dangerous man over a pretty girl...
getting her as his slave, to being
a man of word, who punishes for fun
and does laborous work all by himself,
so noone could see how incredibly
sad he now was...
So many girls, and not even that
first
did him any good.
Well, that is what folks say at least.
Chapter IV: 3 Times the charm
The days passed on, this second day I wanted
to cool a bit of vent, so I figured I'd
learn to drive on the gravel driveway
round the entrance fountain in the sunlit garden.
It was a sight to behold, and calm was it...
When I drove pretty safely round and about,
I took the two girls to the city, where
we shopped a little things from King Dave's
generous donation he made in his safe...
Oh forgot to tell: the little one and the
big one both had to change their clothes,
because people would think... well... their
part. And they were protesting, I'd sell you,
because it's not in the masters interest...
I got to tell them, that I have no plan
on changing their appeal, just that the
people would be making master trouble...
That, they understood very fine I might add.
The little one was not very interested in people
and shopping. As was the elder one not that enthusiastic,
more securing herself from strangers... It's
weired, they did not know me at the time
and only me being the heir to their master
made them
believe...
in their duty to me.
So we made another trip together, into the
forest near the mansion... She
communicated
with animals
somehow, and it was nice to see.
The older one hugged, gropped and licked me at
times, not that
I disliked it
though... she remained
professional at it...
I forgot to have fear looking into her face,
and she forgot to make such a stone face...
must've been not That bad, how King treated
them... it's weired when I come to think about it.
He made them into his tools, but they were
always an integral part of his identity, his plan.
Whereas: the society I live in makes us bicker
and falter, it tells us every day, that we don't
fit into their profile. That we think weired,
that out outfit is weired, out whole appearance...
I talk film and theatre here. They get to say
what's normal and what's not. And what about
religion: is it really the priests and bishops
or is it not their lousy followers who do
all the hatred and trouble by calling onto
god and saying lewd things from him...
If you call
a catholic priest by his name, and tell him
honestly what you think,
-describing your problem
I think not that
he will be too harsh; whatever it is that
you say: given the fact, that you ARE honest
with him...
I think not that a religion which believes in
the order of things does war just because.
Maybe they know of another thing, a threat
they perceive in the folk they send to war...
And in war they hope, that the people will learn,
that they will gain an understanding for themselves,
instead of blindly accusing.
-or to fall into the abyssal, to rest.
Later after may long stetching thoughts,
they taught me how to be their rightful
master... of course by the means of pain.
I did not dislike it anymore... so
I tried it out, they did admit after I
was done with them, that I'd been so
mild, it couldn't have been a sencere punishment.
I wondered, and finally told them that they
did a fine job at teaching me, and that
I did not deserve them the requested punishment,
and that this shall be their punishment.
They both agreed, drifting in thoughts with me til
the evening,
whereas we played cards and doing theatre, drawing
things... funny things... I got to ask them of
their dirty past and they were trained to answer
in the most gruesome manner.
I was a little shocked
at their disgraceful precision...
how well they portraied me their
dirtiest secrets
and experiences.
We got to speak about their friends and
places they were assigned once.
So again ended that day...
with an evening glare
finding its way.
And this time the new moon
did shine.
DAY III
They made me breakfast in bed because
I was sleeping like the protected
child of a bear mother that day.
Our thoughts stranded about their meaning as servants
and how they will fare in the future, when
we leave this mansion together...
and I will be living at my parents again,
a week by foot away.
I decided to collect the pages from King Dave
about his slave girls, most of which, except the
2 remaining my servants, were packed up by a
group of elitary men the day following King
Dave's passing.
They both seemed to despise the idea though...
having no means of place or destiny awaiting
the both of them elsewhere. I knew what they
meant by it... they were indeed weired, and
not really what you'd call easy company by
standards of the working hour.
Though again... they were highly productive
and could be used for many laborous tasks
as they were too very skilled in what they
did... but they would only do one thing
in a working society, not all the things
they did here.
I understood and formed a new plan,
continuing the workings in this manor and
doing King's name the full honor...
The day passed on... and I thought to myself
weired at the time, how fast the time began
to flow all around me, like I was in trance
back in my
sorrowless childhood years.
I figured that King had as much a pleasure...
in that regard. And soon I shall too forget
what made me a social man... soon I will
enjoy like a little child again the taste
of exploration. Trying to play with nature
and its works.
Soon too I shall make myself a name
in that same business the King himself
made himself a name in... like his forebearer
made himself a name in...
and the one before him.
Bon voyage, my fellow pirates of the sea!
We may have a rum-made thing, and some tooths
missing in our grotesque grin. But we are funny lads
sailing ever on, on on the mighty sea.
my present to the persian prince Adel,
behold the tellings of Bakibo the cat.
Se wyda masch'yyn
e'parale nezn lybe sen'zyi.
Si s tu de h'ta ha'mazan?
Si s tu we h lam. Ahg en ah.
Ta' gche' bofe' gen.
Ahg en ahk.
