The entities demand payment, become demanders and ask to be fed through a ritual
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 more and more frequently, and once again the voices echoed in my head, 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 services these entities expected.
My mother had gone out in the morning 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 part, I couldn’t keep working. I shut down all the computers, peripherals, etc., and started pacing around the house. Enriqueta continued with her chores; on any other occasion I would probably have taken advantage of her, but this time my mind was elsewhere. What was going to happen? 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 room to the other.
“Calm down a bit, Carlos. You’ll see everything turns out fine. It’s just a matter of knowing what we have to do.”
“I don’t have that much confidence. Who knows what they’ll demand in exchange for the power they’ve given us.”
“We’ll find out very soon.”
At that moment 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 boss. An arrogant, macho idiot who thinks women should thank him just for speaking to them. His only 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 center of the room, I have to say he really did have more than appreciable genitals. You could also tell he spent many hours at the gym: very worked-out body, flat abdomen with a perfect six-pack, sculpted arms, thighs and legs that looked like an anatomy chart. His face was pleasant and he had green eyes that contrasted with his tanned skin.
He took it for granted (according to what the women told me) that women should fall at his feet. The problem was that whatever he had in excess in appearance, he lacked in intelligence and willpower. Completely useless at work, he also used to shift blame onto all his employees. He never took responsibility for his bad decisions and inevitably one of his subordinates 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 vengeful personality. Surely working with this character had been much harder than I had supposed. But why hadn’t she told me anything? A simple greeting, a handshake, and I could have intervened to change some of his behavior.
“Let’s all go up to the attic,” Marta ordered.
Once we arrived, I saw that the attic had been somewhat transformed: a white line outlined a five-pointed star. At each point a red candle burned. The entire design 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 mystical 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 dimensions, I will be the most exposed to being possessed or controlled by them.”
“And us?”
“Nothing will happen to you. I can assure you of that.”
“And what role does Santiago play in all this?”
“He is basically the altar. He will be in the center of the pentacle with me.”
“Now we all have to undress,” she ordered.
We all proceeded to strip 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 invocation:
“Deorum, obsecro te ipsum inducere et robora dolor ut scire possunt, et eorum vota tua servi potest implere eos.”
Nothing.
She repeated it twice more.
At that moment I felt movement behind me. One of the dolls was rising from its shelf and slowly walking toward us. With each step it grew larger. 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 expressionless, but its breasts began to grow, its nipples became visible and prominent. The crotch gained depth, forming labia, clitoris and vagina with absolute precision. Finally, it positioned itself at the empty point of the pentacle.
“We heard your call,” the doll said. Strangely, it didn’t move its lips; it simply opened its mouth and the sounds came out.
“Tell me what you desire? How can we pay for the gifts you have given us?”
“Pleasure.”
“Pleasure? What does that mean?”
“We feed on the energy you release during orgasm. In exchange for the gifts we have given you, we want you to feed us.”
“And how can we do that?”
“I will show you.”
Immediately, two more dolls came to life on the shelf. They approached us and underwent the same transformation as the first one—except that in this case one of them acquired male proportions.
The first doll went toward Laura, who was to her right. The second approached Elena, and finally the male one embraced Enriqueta.
The situation couldn’t have been more bizarre. The three figures had an extremely lifelike appearance, but the illusion vanished upon touch—you could feel the artificial texture of plastic and latex. The male figure took Enriqueta’s head and said:
“Kiss me.”
Enriqueta knelt down and, obeying, began to lick an exquisitely detailed penis.
The first doll, now with Laura, lay on the floor and positioned my wife so her vagina was directly over its mouth.
Meanwhile, the second doll had placed Elena on all fours 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, who responded with an enormous erection. She simply said to me:
“Come here, son.”
I entered the circle of protection. When I reached the center, she told me:
“The gods want Santiago to have an orgasm.”
“Well, sure—keep doing what you’re doing.”
“Not me. They want a gesture of devotion from you.”
“You know I’m bisexual, that’s no secret, but this situation is very strange. I’m not really convinced.”
“I’m not asking you. Just do it to show them your devotion. You’ll see—you will be rewarded.”
As she said this, she took my head and gently pushed it until my lips touched Santiago’s penis. Gods or not, I didn’t believe such a 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 hand on the back of my neck again, I began to take it in.
“The gods will help you take it completely,” was her only comment.
She was right. Almost without realizing it, I suddenly felt his testicles hitting my chin and I began to move back and forth. Another thing that happened was that all my previous inhibitions vanished. Now I only felt an excitement like never before in my life. I wanted Santiago to ejaculate, to do it in my mouth, I wanted to swallow all his semen and offer it to the gods.
Meanwhile, somehow I perceived the scene around me (I think this was a gift from the gods that allowed me to see what was happening). The male doll was standing, holding Enriqueta by the buttocks while penetrating her. She was completely naked, chest totally flat, chastity device in place, legs wrapped around her partner’s waist, an expression of pleasure on her face.
Then I saw that the doll licking Elena’s anus had developed a tongue at least 20 or 30 centimeters long, moving at will. It inserted it completely inside Elena, then withdrew it, bringing excrement from the woman’s intestines.
“Delicious,” it exclaimed each time it retracted the tongue.
Finally, I saw that the doll with Laura had developed a similar tongue, inserting it into my wife’s vagina. Laura moaned with pleasure like I had never heard before. At the moment of orgasm, she urinated and the doll captured all her fluids.
It was like watching the scene from a camera positioned on the attic ceiling: me swallowing Santiago’s penis, my mother standing beside me furiously fingering herself, Enriqueta being penetrated, and the two women giving their fluids to the dolls.
At that moment Santiago had his orgasm and filled my mouth with semen. I pulled back and stepped out of the pentacle. The first doll—the one that had been with Laura—approached me and, without moving her lips, said:
“You have served us well. We have sealed the pact. Now all the energy from their orgasms will be sent to us.”
She continued approaching, embraced me, and I heard a voice say:
“We must give him his reward.”
The doll kissed me. I felt that tongue exploring inside me, the plastic and latex brushing against my lips. Then she pulled back and something happened that I still cannot 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 back of my head.
Her mouth 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.
“Nothing will happen to him,” said the male doll. “Right now he is receiving the teachings of our greater gods.”
After ten minutes, the doll rolled onto her side, opened her mouth again, and the tentacles that had been her tongue took me and deposited me beside her.
The three dolls 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 detail. I was receiving teachings from the masters and I received new powers. How long was I gone?”
For me it had been several months. I looked at my other hand and a new tattoo had appeared there: *“Forma servum tuum”*
“New powers?” my mother asked. “What can you do?”
“I can change my form and the form of my servants. Watch.”
I approached Enriqueta, removed her wig, placed my hand on her head, and she began to take the shape I had imagined for her. Her hair grew to her shoulders, her breasts became prominent with marked nipples, her hips widened, her waist narrowed, and suddenly the chastity device fell to the floor—her penis had been replaced by a vagina.
I placed my hand on Elena’s head. Her breasts grew to a double-D size. Her crotch began to bulge until it formed a penis 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 physique he had worked so hard for at the gym. His penis shrank to almost nothing—erect it barely measured two centimeters.
“You will serve Laura. She will be your mistress and you will fulfill all her desires.”
“Yes, Master,” was his only response.
Then came my mother’s turn. All I did was turn back her age—from a 55-year-old woman into an exemplary 30-year-old.
“Thank you, Master,” 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 naked, they embraced my legs. My retinue was complete. Now I only had to decide what I would do with them.
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