There was an (un-) fortunate complication/Discovery:

With the sealed document in your hand you wanted nothing more than to get out of this sex trap.

Your crotch still tingling from the experience with the dildo wall. Hitting that one button with your dick felt like a huge trap. Truthfully you're not sure how you managed to just do it once. Your body felt tingly from the whole ordeal. As you you press the button on the door, you expect some other complications.

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But instead with a hiss the door out of the basement swings wide-open. And you're still naked self doesn't waste a moment leaving. Your heart hammered in your chest as your dick was still hard as steel and your balls feel like a stray breeze will set you off. You take a moment to calm down. A quick search of the kitchen got you a small glass of water.

It didn't matter if such a situation wasn't exactly The correct social norm. After the dick wall you think that you could be forgiven with your own faux Pa.

You even decided to not even care that you were still currently naked in the house. After all judging by everything you seen, the previous owner was probably naked all the time here. Absentmindedly you even noticed how comfortable the temperature of the place was, probably for the exact same reason.

As you tiredly sat down on the desk chair, you jumped a little in your seat. As the seat came alive buzzing, moving, and heating up as the newly discovered massage chair started quickly melting your much accumulated tension.

You let out a groan as the bumps in the chair spun slowly, digging into knots in your shoulder blades, The small of your back, your hips, there was even a set practically kneading your ass. As you sit there just enjoying the massage the computer turned on showing A dark green screen with a light green grid design, and a light green dotted line across the center, as the dots fluctuate alongside the voice you've been hearing in this place.

"I must say I am impressed Sissy. By all probabilities, you should still be in the basement having a grand old time getting face fucked by the mannequin. Of course if that had happened I would've needed to call The second paralegal that we have on retainer and have them send somebody over. Now of course if they were a better candidate then you would be unclear."

You would've tensed if the massage chair wasn't still doing such a wonderful job digging into the kinks in your body.

"What... what was the point of this? Jack Hewitt had another paralegal in retainer? What was going to happen to me after you called the second one?"

The The dotted lines seem to curved as if the voice synthesizer was also smiling.

"You would've been forcefully indoctrinated, into loving all things sucking fucking and feminine. Of course that's still a possibility. But it would be a decision on your part and not a forcibly done. As for to other guy that would be sent? They would go through the same thing you would. And would either find themselves right next to you learning to be a good slut. Or they could very well be your new husband"

You shake your head as you break yourself out of the nice warm haze the massage chair was giving you, deciding that it was all too weird. And you were ready to leave with the will in hand.

"Well this has been... interesting but I think I'm going to go now. You are going to let me leave right?"

The 'smile' fluctuated as it gave a slight laugh.

"Oh absolutely you are free to leave whenever you want. But you may not want to in a moment or have you forgotten about a certain feature of that chair?"

You tilted your head to the side in confusion at this question, but then you remembered. When you were initially looking for the code to the basement you saw this very chair, and it had a dildo in the seat.

Before you could react the massager on your ass moved to the sides slightly and something long, thick, slimy, and buzzing shot up your parted cheeks and entered your ass with no problem.

"GaspAaoooooooOOooOoHa ~<3"

A girly moan left your lips as the dildo started fucking your hard. Your virgin hole taking it like this was a normal thing for you. Your brain functioning just enough for you to think that it must be the lube on it before everything goes white as you cum harder then you ever have in your life. Your body was already on a hair trigger before after all. You could feel each spurt leave your cock it was so intense. As your mind started working again, you were thinking about the huge mess you most likely just made under the desk, that you would absolutely have to clean up before you left. The voice of the computer pierced through the pleasant haze.

A sufficient genetic sample has been secured. Congratulations are in order. Thanks to the stipulations of The will, both The physical one in your hand and the digital version documented by two paralegal companies. You are now the owner of this entire estate as well as its holdings worth 28 Billion dollars. And yes good sissy sir, the B in that billion is capitalized.

The words stated took a few seconds for you to fully register. As you spare a glance under the desk were you expected a huge mess of cum but instead you see a black cup with wires leading from it, specifically placed to catch seed when the person sitting there cums.

'So instead of a fingerprint reader Jack Hewitt had a cum reader set up for his computer?'

Then The implication finally hit you. You own this place?

It's all yours?

28 Billion is yours?

You could finally tell your boss to shove a bowling ball up his ass and quit. Hell with him possibly still being on retainer in this estate you could say that and he would probably just smile and ask if there was anything else.

(he was always a kiss ass to highrollers.)

But...

If you stayed, your pretty sure you would need to get used to crossdressing. Among other things.

But is it worth it though?

"Well Sissy sir. Do you still wish to leave?

I could always call the second paralegal and see if their candidate would be able to sustain their masculinity in here."

So what do you do?