A Ring Named Ezzie

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

So there is a bit more setup storyline than I originally envisioned. I hope you enjoy and stay tuned for future installments. As always please feel free to reply.

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Hi, my name is Ben. Let me tell you about my absolutely boring average life. It was the summer before my senior year in college. I had been working my ass off academically so my senior year would be complete by Christmas break.

Was that good enough for my Father? NO! I should learn the value of a dollar and a hard days work, so when I became a boss of others I would know what it's like.

My Father's friend runs a big contracting company. There was a planned hi rise going where for the last 200 years had been a block of old brick buildings. While inspecting them for demo they found long lost boarded up basements that stretched under the buildings. A historical society raised a fuss, and now they had to be cleaned, inspected and recorded for historical value.

My Father's friend was the contractor, and guess who got to spend his summer days 30 feet underground in old stinking, dirty basements. My job was to sweep out the different rooms, put a tag on Anything I found, leaving it as close to where I found it as I could, and record it for an expert to come look at.

I made crap, and the work Sucked. I was dirty. I stunk, and I looked like Casper the ghost. From 7AM to 4PM I was underground Monday-Friday.

I opened a door to another room and there was a metal framed bed in the corner. The bed was still made, but covered in decades of dust and dirt. Hanging from the headboard was a necklace with a ring on it.

I picked it up and looked at it. I hold the ring in my hand. It's covered in dirt and grime. I was about to tag it when the thought crossed my mind. "Just put it in my pocket and take it home."

Before I realized what I was doing I was putting the chain and the ring into my pocket. I still had it in my hand and the thought pops into my head. "It's ok no one will know."

I get home and I decide to put the necklace in a parts cleaner mix my Dad has in the garage. I take the necklace and ring in hand and head to the parts cleaner. I don't make it to the back door and I can't help but think this is a very bad idea. I turn instead to the kitchen sink and start to wash it.

As I stand there spraying and brushing it I have a feeling of relief. I am glad I didn't use the acid cleaner. I take the ring off the chain to clean it better. As I hold it in my hand I could have sworn earlier it was smaller, but now it looks like it will fit on my finger.

I slip it on and almost stumble back from the sink. I hear a woman's voice. "Oh thank goodness I have been alone for so long. You can hear me right. I haven't finally lost my mind and imagined this."

WTF!! "Who is there?" I start looking around the kitchen for the voice I heard.

"Don't look around the room. Look at your finger."

Wait, that isn't a voice in the room. It's in my head. I look down at the ring on my finger. The gem seems brighter than before, and it almost looks like there is a swirling mist in it.

"What? No this can't really be happening. I am dreaming. I must be asleep."

"You are not dreaming, Ben. I have been alone for years and years until you came along. Ben, I am The Ring. I have been passed down for generations."

I am freaking out. WTF is happening?? I am just staring at the ring, and listening to the voice in my head.

"The last ring bearer didn't use me wisely and was murdered when people thought he was using magic. They never had children so his wife wore me around her neck on a chain to remember him by. She didn't actually hold the ring or put it on her finger. I was never able to connect with her like I am with you now."

"Wait, what? She never held it or wore it? So what?" I say while staring at the ring on my finger.

"Ben the ring bearer must have a firm hold of the ring, like in a closed fist or be wearing it for me to communicate. When you picked up the ring earlier for a moment I thought I was dreaming. I was alone for so long. It felt like a lifetime."

"I don't believe this. I don't know what's going on but this sounds way too weird." I start to take the ring off.

"PLEASE BEN NO! Please don't leave me alone in silence again. PLEASE!" She pleads.

"Why should I believe you?" I ask.

Just then my Dad walks in the house. He barely glances my way. "If you are going to be yelling on the phone go to your room and close the door."

I can't help but think. "Jesus Dad. Just leave me alone."

I feel a warm tingling feel from the ring on my finger. Her voice in my head says rather happily. "Done."

My Dad turns back and says to me. "I am sorry Ben, I have had a long day. I will leave you alone." He turns and walks upstairs.

I am staring dumbfounded at my Dad as he walks away. "How the fuck did that happen?" I think to myself.

No sooner do I think the thought when I hear her voice in my head. "I did it of course."

"Wait a minute you can make people do things?"

"Yes Ben I can. All you have to do is ask, and I can make them do it. Well some things I can't. I can't make them kill or physically hurt themselves

"Wait, I have to test this. Is this thing really reading my mind?" I think while trying to think how to test it.

She laughs. "Of course I am reading your mind. You hear my voice in your head. I hear your thoughts too."

"Well I think I know the perfect test. Who was the last ringbearer, and when did he die? I want to check this out." I think.

"His name was George Stec. He came to America from Poland in 1851 as a child. He and his wife owned and lived in their tailor shop. He was killed in 1875."

My mind goes blank. 1851! 1875!

She senses my surprise. "Ben, what year is it?"

I am so blown away. I say out loud. "I gotta go!" I pull the ring off and drop it on the counter. I stare at it in awe. I watch the gem dim and the swirls disappear. I get paranoid. I pick up the ring and chain with a kitchen towel and head to my room.

It takes a little digging and time but I find one clue. That leads to a bigger clue, and another after that. Two plus hours later.

George and Mary Stec owned Stec's Tailoring Shop. Yes, George was killed in 1875. She died almost 50 years later in 1928. The Great Depression was happening then and I am guessing the shop got boarded up.

The historical society that started this mess has mention of a bookstore in the spot the Stec's shop was in from the mid 1930s until the early 2000s.

Jesus! Could this all be true? If it is. Was that thing really alone for 100 years, or did it just sleep? Wouldn't being alone for that long make you go nuts?

I pick up the ring and put it on. "Ben, I am so glad you came back. I am sorry if I upset you with my question earlier."

"You didn't upset me. I was concerned I would upset you with the answer." She interrupts me.

"Oh my. It 2021."

"Wait, did you read my mind?" I ask.

"Yes and no. We are linked. You think of something, and I see it if you will."

"NO Way!" I think.

It sounds like she giggles. "Yes it is true Ben. Think of anything." She pauses for a moment. I can't help but think of a Karen, a neighborhood girl. "Oh she has quite the figure and pretty hair."

"No way you see her?"

"Just as you see her in your mind. I see her. I sense your wants too."

"What No!"

Ben, you can not lie to me. When you wear me we are one. Did you know I can make her want you too?"

"WHAT? No way!"

"Ben, I can make Anyone do almost Anything for you. They will think it was their idea, and will want to do it for you."

"Anything?" I ask in awe.

"With a few exceptions. I can't make someone kill themselves or others if there is a strong moral compass within them. Some people aren't averse to killing. Those people I can make kill."

"JESUS NO! I don't want anyone killed. I was actually just thinking about Karen."

"She giggles again. Yes I see. All that and more I can have her be happy to do anything for you."

"Oh wow! Can I ask you something?"

"Certainly."

"Do you have a name?" I ask

Her voice seems to cheer up. "Yes I do, it's Esmeralda."

"That seems very formal. Can I call you Ezzie?" I ask.

She seems very happy. "That would be nice."

"Esmeralda is an old name. Can I ask how old you are?"

"It will shock you, are you sure you want to know?"

"Now I have to know." I laugh.

"In 1276 I was a sickly child. My heart was weak. My Mother the queen was heartbroken. A Gypsie witch came to her one day and promised she could make it so my Mother would always be able to talk with me. She could hear my voice whenever she wanted to. She told my Mother what she would need to do this, and what she wanted to do this."

Ezzie pauses. "The witch wasn't honest with my Mother. My Mother assumed the witch wanted some of her life force only, but she took all of mine, and most of my Mother's. My Mother was a beautiful woman, and in the span of minutes she became an old lady, and I died."

"Wait! Almost 750 years ago!!" I say out loud in shock.

Through our link I can hear Ezzie sigh heavily. "It was later through my Mothers memories I watched myself die, and the witch get younger. She wasn't happy with the little life force in me, and she took some of my Mothers. I felt my Mother get weak and watched the witch become a young woman. The witch removed the old cloak she was wearing. She had a servant's dress on under it and she walked out of the room. Leaving my Mother crying over my dead body."

I can hear the emotions in her voice. "God it has been many many years since I have thought of that. It was after that I found out I can influence others for the bearer. My Mother started believing she was hearing my voice because she was going crazy."

"The doctors would come in and bleed her to remove the evil spirits. I could feel it just making her weaker. One day I just screamed out. "Leave Us Alone!" No doctors came back after that. A few months later my Mother passed away believing she was crazy and had caused my death."

"I am sorry Ezzie. I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't, Ben. It was a long long time ago." I hear her say in my head.

"How do you do it, Ezzie? I mean year after year?"

"Sometimes Ben it is a distasteful person that has the ring, and I do what I must. If I don't do as is asked of me. I can feel myself getting weaker. Other times a nice person comes along and I get joy out of doing for them."

I feel a warmth inside me. "Ezzie, did you give me that feeling."

"I guess so. We are connected. We feel each other's emotions. I am very happy you found me. I think you are a good person and I think I will enjoy being with you."

"Aaww thank you Ezzie." I say.

I can hear the humor in her voice. "So who is Karen?" I can't help but think of her. Lots of memories float through my head. "Wow you have longed for her for a long time."

"Yes I have." I say quietly.

"Where is she? Let's go see her. Let me make your wishes come true."

"Wait a minute. Just like that. We walk up to her. You see her, and you make her want to have sex with me?" I ask.

"As I said Ben I can make anyone do almost anything. If you want to bed this girl I will make it happen."

"I am having trouble wrapping my head around this, but I like her and would like her to like me. I have always just wanted a chance with her. We have been friends for many years, but the last few years I have seen her differently." I say.

"Aww that's cute. I can do that too. How about we start slow. Take me to her. Let me feel her out, and see what she thinks of you."

I shake my head in disbelief. I can't believe I am talking to a ring in my head. And I am believing it can make people do as I want. Am I crazy?

Softly in my head I hear. "Trust me Ben."

I drive to the mall and walk to the food court where Karen works. I see her at the coffee shop. She is standing there her long black hair loose over her shoulders. Talking to a customer.

"Oh wow Ben she is pretty. So you want to test me?" I can hear some humor in her voice. "Tell me what you would like to drink and eat. Do not tell her. Just walk over and sit at a table."

"Seriously?" I say.

"Is it such a grand thing to ask? Let me prove to you I can do as I say." Ezzie says.

"Ok you are on." I sit and look up. Karen sees me smiles and waves. I just wave back. A couple of minutes later Karen walks over.

She is standing beside me. "Hi Ben. I thought you might like a coffee and a bear claw. We are out of bear claws so I brought you over a coffee roll. It's on the house of course for my hard working neighbor." She smiles. Touches my hand and walks back to the counter to help other people.

I hear a bit of a smug voice. "Hhmmpphh. Test me!"

I almost laugh out loud. Thank god I caught myself. I don't want to look like a loon. "Ok ok so you make a great waitress." I think laughing

"A Waitress! I am an actual Princess!" She laughs. "Benjamin, if I could I would slap you. Do you know she thinks you are cute, but she is a little shy. I am going to fix that I think."

"Wait! What are you fixing." I ask.

I hear giggling in my head. "Oh I think you will like it."

I look up and Karen isn't anywhere in sight. I keep asking Ezzie what she did but she just tells me to wait for it. I see Karen come out from around the corner. Something is different I can't quite tell.

Karen bends over at the waist. She looks up at me with a big smile. "Can I join you on my break?"

"Oh Fuck!" She has all the buttons open on her polo, and no bra on. I can see her boobs hanging down as she smiles at me and giggles.

There is someone screaming in my head. "SAY YES!"

"Yes please Karen." I stumble but catch myself thanks to Ezzie.

"Thank her for the coffee."

"Um thank you so much for the coffee and pastry." I say.

"No problem. I just had a feeling you were a regular coffee guy and you would like a snack." Karen is leaning back a bit in the chair. Her shirt is stretched across her chest. Oh my god I am staring.

Again a giggling in my head. "Yes you are. Look in her eyes." I look up into her eyes and she is smiling at me. "Repeat after me. Karen let me take you out to dinner Friday night."

"Karen, could I take you out to dinner?"

Louder in my head. "Tell her. She wants you to take charge!"

"No scratch that. I am taking you out to dinner Friday night." I say with some confidence.

Karen smiles and looks down. "Ok I think I would like that."

I smile at her. "I know I will."

She stands back up and bends over. Again I am looking at her boobs. I catch a glimpse of one hard nipple that has been straining against her shirt while she talked to me. She looks up at me with a huge smile and sparkling eyes. "I have to get back in proper uniform before I go back on the counter. I have to go. Text me later."

Karen leans in and kisses my cheek. She turns and walks away. I just sit there in shock, watching her butt and thighs in her yoga pants as she leaves. Then I have the thought.

"Ezzie, did you make her do that?" I think in my head while sipping my coffee.

"Do what Ben?" I hear, even in my head, fake innocence.

I laugh in my head. Ok, let's see Yes or No questions. "Did you make her come over here?"

"Did I make her? No. She likes you. She just needed a nudge."

"Did you make her take off her bra and unbutton her shirt?"

"Um well maybe."

"EZZIE!" I think firmly while biting my coffee roll to keep from talking. "What did you do?"

"It was uncomfortable for her. It's old and too small. I might have nudged her to take it off, but once it was off it was all her flaunting her stuff. She thought it was very naughty and mean, but she enjoyed it."

"Ezzie, I am worse off now than when I was walking in here."

"How are you....oh I see. I um. I am sorry Ben. I had forgotten about That." I feel something in my head. "Oh wow you really are."

"Oh Jesus Christ." I moan.

"Finish your roll and let's take a walk."

"Why?" I ask.

"You need to get some relief."

"Oh dear god no. I can handle it."

Ezzie giggles. "You are not handling it. Let's take a walk and look at the pretty girls."

I have walked about half the mall. Now for a minute imagine the entire time you are walking and looking at different women. Admiring their looks and figures there is a woman in your head hearing your every thought. Saying it's annoying as all hell is being kind. Ezzie and I are discussing it, and how I don't need a comment every time I see a pretty girl. When I almost walk into a friend of my Mom's walking out of a woman's boutique.

The moment she realizes it's me she grabs me in a big hug. "BENNY!"

Oh my God, my Mom's friend Barbara. She has always done it for me. She was always tall growing up probably around 5'10". Now that I am 6'2" she doesn't seem so tall. Her brown hair is down to her shoulder blades, and her tits and ass are to die for. On top of all that, she has always been touchie feelie and hugging me. This just makes things worse because she smells terrific. The minute she hugs me tight, her tits are pressed against me, her head is on my shoulder, and her perfume goes straight to my dick.

All this flashes through my head in a split second, and not a second after that I hear Ezzie in my head. "Oh she is definitely the one."

"Ezzie, she is my Mom's friend." I scream in my head while trying to control certain body parts as I hold Barbara, or more to the point she still holds me.

Barbara breaks the hug, and puts her hand on my chest. "Oh my god Benny you have grown. I haven't seen you in two years. You are a handsome young man."

"She thinks you are hot, and is wondering if you are any good."

I actually cough with that one. While I am coughing I hear "Done. You are going to her house tonight. She will be all alone, and will do Anything for you." This only makes me cough harder. Barbara starts rubbing and patting my back.

"Are you ok Benny?" Barbara asks concerned.

"Yes I am sorry. Something went down the wrong pipe." I say.

Barbara keeps rubbing my back. Again Ezzie chimes in. "She is looking at your ass. She likes it. She is imagining holding your ass in her hands while sucking on your manhood. Now she is wondering if your manhood is as impressive as your ass."

Barbara, gives my back a final pat and stands back in front of me. We are just talking small talk when Ezzie speaks up. "She is wondering what you would be like in the back door? What is that? Oh I get it. She likes it up her bum."

Barbara finally walks away. I watch her ass sway as she walks. Ezzi speaks up. "She knows you are watching her and she likes it."

"Oh dear god." I moan. I walk back to my car. I don't want to say we are bickering as we go, but we are. I am afraid to do this. I mean it's Barbara. If something goes wrong, she tells my Mom, etc etc.

I get in the car and close the door. When Ezzie yells in my head. "Benjamin Reilly you stop this instant. You have thought of her a lot." Different sexy images of Barbara float through my mind. "And she Really likes you. You are doing this and no one will ever know. She walked away from you thinking of rubbing herself tonight thinking of you. She doesn't know it, but she will leave the back door open for you. She will be laying on her bed naked waiting. She will remember the Entire Night as a dream. She will never know otherwise. Do I need to take over your body and take you there myself?"

"Wait? What? You can do that? You can take over my body?" I ask shocked.

"Maybe, maybe not! Do you really want to find out?" Ezzie asks.

"Ok. Ok. I give up. I guess I am having sex with Barbara tonight." I grumble as I put the car in drive and pull away.