As your Great Aunt's lawyer, I am here to witness the delivery of her most prized possession." My Uncle Rene spoke with only a slight French accent in a deep predatory voice I had originally thought was sexy.

The bright fluorescent lights of the bank vault glared down on me, much like my French relatives. I had been the only American to inherit and I had never even met my Great Aunt. My heretofore, unknown family had glared their resentment at me in his lawyer's office.

"Tell me again, Josephine, how long have you been psychically sensitive?"

"Since I was a child," I answered absently. I had no idea why he continued to badger me on the subject of my ability to pick up other people's auras and personal vibrations from objects. "I've been working with the police and the FBI for the past seven years using objects to find missing persons and criminals," I added in annoyance. "As a matter of fact," I continued with a speculative glance aimed his way, "to come to the bequest, I left right in the middle of a case dealing with a rapist."

Uncle Rene's eyes narrowed and he scowled.

'Hmm,' I thought to myself, 'guilty conscious?' I didn't bother to hide my smile as I turned back to the long bank box in my hand. My mental alarms were ringing off the hook. 'Booby-trap' was screaming across my senses, but I couldn't tell if it was coming from the box in my hand or my Uncle standing only a few feet away.

I did not like my Uncle Rene. He reminded me strongly of a hungry vampire waiting to pounce. He was a very handsome, well-built man. He was also an evil, manipulative, selfish man, but very striking physically. His black eyes were hard and cold under his finely arched brows as he watched me handle the locked silver box. His black hair was slicked back in a tight tail, emphasizing the sharpness of his widow's peak. He stood very still, watching me, in his expensive suit and sugary cologne like over-sweet candy.

The moment I had touched his hand in greeting, I knew through my empathic abilities, that he was a textbook control-freak. The mental backwash I had received from him had shown me he liked his women very submissive and preferably bound by rope or chain. Not my kind of guy.

Unfortunately, I was physically, exactly his kind of girl. That message had also come through loud and clear on initial contact. He liked his women round and full-figured with green eyes and long red hair, just like me.

I turned my shoulder to him as I worked the tiny key in the lock. My high heels clicking on the marble floor of the vault, I balanced the box on the counter's edge. The hinged top opened and I pulled out a heavy, over-sized, manila envelope yellowed with age.

A blazing flash of empathic imagery made me realize that whoever had tucked that envelope in the box decades ago, had just finished a tumultuous orgasm. They had fucked right here in this vault. Waves of sexual heat hit me in a freight train of psychic memory, just from touching the paper. My pulse raced and I could feel a warm flush creep up my throat. A thrumming began low in my belly as unbearable excitement flooded through me. My panties became damp.

I regretted leaving my leather gloves back at the hotel. The soft kidskin would have protected me, somewhat, from the sexual, psychic miasma that was oozing from the envelope. Something in there had a powerful sexual imprint and it was profoundly affecting me. Something I did not want to touch with my bare skin.

I glanced over my shoulder at Uncle Rene who was watching me very closely. He was up to something. He licked his full lips in anticipation and I suddenly felt far too under-dressed in my black silk suit. His eyes traveled down and I felt him assessing the plunge of my neckline and the snug fit of the jacket across the fullness of my breasts. At least he couldn't tell my nipples had hardened under the sensory assault.

I watched his brows rise and his smile grow feral as his eyes traveled lower. I felt his gaze skim the narrowness of my nipped-in waist. Like intrusive fingers, his black eyes measured the length of my red hair swinging at my hips, against the shortness of my skirt's hemline. My black seamed stocking had obviously been a mistake.

"Do you mind?" I asked with a sharp look directed at him. He glanced up at me with a calculating lascivious smile. I strongly suspected Uncle Rene knew exactly what kind of an arousing effect the package was having on me. "I'll just take this back to the hotel and open it there," I said to him.

"I'm afraid, the will stipulates it must be opened and examined here, in front of me, your Great Aunt's lawyer," Uncle Rene intoned in his best professional manner. "If you choose not to open the envelope I'm afraid, the contents must go to one of your cousins."

I sighed and got a tentative grip on my racing libido. Carefully I opened the age-darkened manila. I pulled out a folded letter, some bank notes, and a ring of oversized iron keys… Oh, so that was what had made the package so heavy. I then dug out what appeared to be a deed and then a small wooden box.

Violent, sexual force coiled around the tiny red lacquered box like a bomb waiting to go off. My legs shook as my body contracted with voracious carnal urgency. I hissed as heat roared in my belly. I had found the source of the carnal onslaught and it sat in my unprotected, bare palm.

"You must open the box, Josephine," Uncle Rene whispered from right behind me.

I turned around and saw he had taken his jacket off and thrown it on the floor. I froze, staring in fascinated alarm as he pulled the tie from his collar and dropped it on his jacket. His broad shoulders flexed under the fine silk of his shirt as he moved. He unhooked his cufflinks showing tanned and muscular forearms. He then unbuttoned his shirt to his waist. His chest was broad and strongly developed. His waist was narrow and his stomach flat from regular exercise. My eyes dropped lower and I saw that Uncle Rene had a pronounced and impressive erection, pressing against the seam of his trousers.

Under the devastating influence of the box, my body jolted hard with lust. I could feel moisture slithering past my panties and wetting my inner thighs. My body wanted to get fucked and it didn't care who fucked it. It was more than willing to take the first available hard cock. Apparently Uncle Rene was fully aware of this, if not counting on it. I licked my lips.

I stood riveted in place as Uncle Rene took two steps nearer, merely inches away and far too close. He plucked the forgotten envelope from my fingers then pried the tiny red box on my palm open for me. Inside on a nest of black velvet was a simple silver finger ring whose only ornament was a tiny, exquisitely crafted slave ring.

"Your Great Aunt O wanted this to go to her sensitive grand-niece, whom she knew would truly appreciate what this ring represented," Uncle Rene whispered in my ear and I shuddered. Heat from his body washed against me and I involuntarily took a deep breath of the musky scent of his arousal. He captured my hand then slid the slave ring on my finger. I moaned out loud as decades of sexual desire and gratification came slamming through me in a psychic tidal wave of exquisite torment.

Uncle Rene caught me as my legs gave way. His arm captured my shoulders in a punishing grip. I whimpered under the onslaught of howling physical need even as my mind shrieked in horror. His hand tangled in my hair in a fierce grip, pulling my head back and bearing my throat. His lips covered mine and his tongue swept in to take triumphant possession. And I didn't care.

My jacket was torn from my shoulders, as he violently kissed me. Buttons popped and scattered on the marble floor. My charcoal silk blouse followed and Uncle Rene's hand slid into my lace bra. He molded then squeezed my breast, pinching my hard nipple.

Shamelessly I clung to his arms and pressed my hungry mons against the rigid length of his erection, enslaved by psychic carnal fury. My body did not care that he was using me. It did not care that he was my Uncle. It was single-mindedly focused on its own gaping mouth to feed and his hard cock to fill it.

Roughly I was lifted off my feet then Uncle Rene lowered me to the floor. My back was pressed to the marble atop his jacket with his weight crushing down on me. His knees forced my stocking clad thighs wide to make room for his hips. He growled as he nestled his heated length against my damp panties, my skirt sliding up to my waist.

I felt his hand slide up my stockings then past the lace tops where my suspenders were fastened under my skirt. His fingers explored the sensitive skin above the stockings then he brushed the damp silk covering my shaven mound. My flesh trembled as he slid a finger under my panties then grasped them.

"You will never, ever wear these again," he hissed in my ear as he tore the fragile silk from my thighs. Then his fingers slid deep into my damp heat. My hips rose in wanton welcome to encourage him deeper. I clearly heard the rasp of a zipper being drawn. I felt him withdraw his fingers slicked with my excitement, and then his hand seized my ass, lifting me. The blunt heat of his cock head pressed against my wet flesh.

Obsessed with the need to fuck, I embraced him, welcoming his invasion. I dug into his arms and back with my long nails. He flexed and grunted, sliding his heavy cock into my hungry sheath. Uncle Rene moaned as my inner muscles clamped down ravenously drawing him deeper.

I felt something powerful shift in the depths of my soul. My thoughts and desires were abruptly shoved into the passenger seat of my mind as something welled up and took over the driving of my body. I was no longer in control. A force was moving under my skin possessing me utterly.

I felt a grim smile spreading across my face. Then suddenly, I expertly flexed and flipped him over onto his back with me riding atop him in a move I had never, ever executed before. I locked his wrists to the floor at his neck with an inhuman strength. Uncle Rene gasped in surprise then struggled, his heels drumming on the floor in a futile attempt to throw me from my seat, but my thighs held him trapped.

I lunged up and slammed down on him, his balls rasping against my ass, exciting me further. Uncle Rene cried out, helpless in the clutches of pleasure as my cunt gripped him like a fist. Rising and falling, squeezing and flexing, I took from him what he had sought to take from me. He shuddered beneath me, writhing, ensnared by the rampant pleasure I was forcing on him.

I leaned forward, grinding my clit against him as my body clawed its way to carnal gratification. I felt the pressing need to hurry, hurry. My own breath gasped as I felt the first wave of impending ecstasy. Pleasure boiled up from me in a heated pulsing surge and I howled in exquisite joy then sighed in languorous bliss.

I took a deep breath, looked around and felt a second consciousness peering through my eyes at my struggling Uncle with amusement. He was still iron hard within my body. He had yet to cum.

"Rene," said a warm and sibilant voice that was not mine. "You have forgotten what have I taught you," it purred from my mouth. My body shifted forward, just a little, sliding on the cream generated from my climax. I rose very slowly then fell on Uncle Rene's cock, stirring him and keeping him hard, but too slow to encourage his cumming.

"Madam!" Uncle Rene gasped in recognition, his mouth wide open in shock as I continued to hold him to the floor.

'Madam?' I thought to myself. 'Madam who?' Who the hell was driving my body as though I was a sports car they were test-driving?

"It seems that you have been a very naughty boy," my mouth whispered in a husky voice.

"Please, Madam," Uncle Rene's soft needy whimpers threaded through his gasps of building rapture. He stiffened beneath me, incited to the breaking edge of his climax.

"Yes, I do believe it is time to resume your lessons, Rene, beginning now." I abruptly dismounted and his hard cock, slathered with my dripping honey, slapped against his belly. I stood and the power possessing my body stretched luxuriously then turned and strode away from my Uncle.

"No!" he cried out in frustration. He grabbed his cock as his cum exploded into the air in long white strings, falling to spatter the floor and his chest.

"Now," sighed the voice as I retrieved the fallen envelope. "I see that the deed to the Chateau is here along with the keys and I'm sure my account is in order?"

"Yes, Madam," Uncle Rene whispered, panting. I looked at him in surprise. He had risen to sit in a kneeling position his shirt still hanging open. He looked submissively at the floor and trembled.

"You will address us as Madam Jo," the voice said almost absently as I examined the documents. "Get dressed and call the car," said the voice of the Madam. "I believe it is time to open the Chateau once again, Rene." I let out a pleasure-laced sigh.

I felt my balance shift and I nearly fell as my body abruptly came back under my control. I hurried to retrieve my clothes from the floor before Uncle Rene returned.

"Dearest Grand Niece Jo," whispered through my mind and I jerked to a startled halt. "I hope you will enjoy your inheritance. There are great adventures full of undreamed delights just ahead."

"Thank you, Great Aunt O, I'm sure it will be my pleasure, " I answered her, still riding on a wave of shock and spent desire. I could feel her essence softly retreating from my thoughts.

"Indeed, it will be our mutual pleasure," whispered my Great Aunt. "Oh, and do not forget to leave your panties off and pull up your skirt to sit on the seat bare-bottomed. We have a long road ahead of us to Roissy and I have a lot of catching up to do." There was a breath of sensual laughter through my thoughts and I shivered as my nipples hardened in reaction.