MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 43 (the good guys)
Decision
When the Hermit said he wanted Lisa to suck his cock, we all froze, none of us
moving an inch. Even the gentle thrusting of Lisa's hips and her sucking of the
Hermit's thumb stopped. She popped his thumb from her mouth to stare at me.
We all realized where the Hermit was going with his conversation. He would want
all of them. I began to shake as the sweat oozed from my pores. My pulse
accelerated, my head pounded.
While Lisa enjoyed being given to others, it had always been under my orders.
Being ordered to do it released her desire so she could participate in wild sex
without guilt. Mary had been shared for her pleasure and mine, usually to reach
a specific goal rather than just for sex. She enjoyed it but could easily live
without it. But, Andy had always been adamant that she was only for me.
But, what they wanted was not really relevant. What did I want? Did I want the
formula more than I wanted them? Which would you have wanted more?
"How many kittens do you have, Dave?" he asked in a pleasant, business like
tone. But, his eyes were not pleasant. They were glacial pools.
"Three thousand."
"Three thousand. Well, then, you would not miss three. I tell you what. Give
me these three. I mean give them to me permanently. I will give you the
formula and you can leave now."
"Do it!" screamed Diablo in my head and my mouth opened but no sound was
emitted. I was sweating profusely now, with the dry desert air evaporating it
immediately, leaving my skin prickly. The war was being waged in my head for
control, control of me, and through me, of my kittens. I felt slightly nauseous
and my knees were weak.
I saw the faces of my three women: two kittens programmed to obey, and one
slave, a volunteer wanting to belong to me.
In moments of great stress, time seems to stand still, or at least slow to a
snail's pace, so each and every nuance is clearly recorded and analyzed by your
brain. Time slowed now in that way.
Lisa, who was on her knees with her legs spread, dropped the chain attached to
her clit hood with which she had been stimulating herself. Gracefully, she rose
and straightened her clothing while her eyes held mine. Her bell tinkled as it
fell between her calves, swinging from the chain. She had a look of cold
resolve I had not seen from her in a while.
Mary had been kneeling by me. Her face had a sad expression, mouth tight, lips
compressed, as if locked in a deja vu which was painful. I wondered if she had
gone through this hell with Uncle Bert and knew exactly what was inside me as
she always seemed to do. She was slowly shaking her head, telling me not to do
it.
I stood and Andy stood with me. She pressed up against me, straddling my thigh.
I could feel her leg rubbing against my cock and my leg against her pubis. She
put her arms around my waist and buried her head in my shoulder, her golden hair
soft against my chin, her breasts soft on my chest. She squeezed me tightly,
holding on for dear life. The Hermit still had those hard eyes locked on me.
Andy stepped back. She had a worried, intense expression on her face.
"Sweetheart, are you thinking about accepting his offer? I mean, are you
thinking of trading us for the formula?"
Was I thinking about it? Did I so want a formula allowing me to make any women a
kitten, any man a neutered lap cat, that I would trade all three of them, Andy,
Mary, and Lisa, for it? Diablo and the Doc were screaming in my brain, demanding
I take the formula, pushing my own natural self which would have taken the three
of them over the formula in a minute.
I am programmed to think rationally, clearly and deeply. My genes and my
upbringing are not of a power seeking nature, yet, I was considering it. Andy
could read that in my face. I did not need to answer her.
"Oh, Davy. I am your woman, your kitten. Remember that first day we met? I told
you I was going to be with you the rest of your life. I said I would bear your
children. I told you I would make you the happiest man on earth. Remember?"
"Yes."
"I meant it, sweetheart. I am yours. I will do all those things for you, but I
will not be given away."
Her back was straight, chin set, eyes loving but unbendable. Her resolve was
complete. Like so many women, there was steel under the softness. That
strength was showing through now.
"A woman is supposed to help her man, support him, stand by him in times of
troubles like these. I have always stood by you. I am standing by you now even
though you have been very mean to me the last few days. I understand now why
you were mean and I forgive you."
She smiled lovingly and ignored my non responsiveness.
"Sweetheart, may I do something I think will help clear your head?"
The devil dog was screaming for me to say no. I shoved him back toward that dank
corner where he should always be and nodded my head affirmatively.
I have told you a lot about Andy and by now you know her almost as well as I do,
except I have the fun of actually experiencing her. She is a skier, an outdoors
type with a beautiful and strong body. She also has quick reflexes as you might
expect from someone so adept at skiing. I saw her hand move. I saw the tiny
shift of her weight from her heels to her toes.
My face felt like it had been stung by a thousand little ants as I fell back
from the force of her slap. I reached to rub my left cheek as my head rung and
my face throbbed. I saw the loving, caring laughter in her eyes and the wry
smile on her lips.
"Does that help clear the cobwebs, sweetheart, or should I slap you again? I
will do it if I think you need it."
"Not again," I replied, still rubbing my face.
"Please, one more. You do deserve it."
I did deserve it but one was quite sufficient. It helped me lock the devil dog
in his cell in the back of my mind. For the first time in days, I saw what I
had. I had treasures beyond the formula, treasures beyond what any other man
had. I smiled at them. Lisa smiled back at me.
"I am not programmed. I am here by choice. I will not be given away," she said
softly.
"I am programmed but I have some free will. I will not be given away either,"
Mary said.
"What is your answer, Davy?" the Hermit barked.
I could not remember the last time I had a thought without Doc or Diablo
intervening. The raw compulsion for power had been eating at me and driving me.
Oh, I still needed the formula to rescue Cathy but I would not let that need be
an excuse to obtain the formula for other purposes. That would be the power
controlling me. I took a deep breath, a long, deep breath of fresh, clean desert
air. I could feel the anxiety of the struggle flowing out of me like water from
a leaky bucket.
They all three came to me, surrounding me, bodies against mine, arms around me,
hands stroking and reassuring me, their warmth and softness engulfing me.
I felt my own ego reasserting itself, shoving aside the dark side of my being to
take control again. I was reenergized as the weight of the power struggle
lifted away. But, the removal of that weight made me almost giddy.
I began to cry and they cried with me. I felt their bodies shaking. Their
tears wet my shirt as mine wet their hair. Who says guys should not cry? This
was a good cry, a cleansing cry, reflecting the making of a decision and the
relief from stress and tension that decision afforded.
When my tears finally ceased to flow, Andy gently stroked my cheek where she had
slapped me. She took the end of her golden hair and dabbed away my tears,
drying my face with her hair. I kissed her long and slowly. Then, I kissed
Mary and Lisa in the same way. I had not felt this good in weeks.
I had almost lost it. I had been so close to doing the wrong thing. You know
the elation you feel after some very difficult task in finished or difficult
decision is reached, and you feel so damn good about it and about yourself, you
could pop? That is the way I felt at that moment.
No wonder Uncle Bert had been emphatic in cautioning me. I gained new respect
for him for having overcome his own devil dog. I pulled Mary's head back to look
into her tear streaked face. She was reading me and I could tell she believed it
was going to be okay now, that the good side of Dave Wilson had defeated the
bad. That alone gave me renewed confidence and vigor.
The Hermit was watching us quietly but the ice in his eyes had melted.
"Well, Davy. Do we have a trade?"
"Hermit," I said. "Why don't you take the formula and shove it up your ass."
The pint sized old codger threw back his head and laughed, a deep, braying
sound. All of us stared at him as he doubled up in laughter. Wiping tears from
his eyes, he shook my hand as he grinned up at me.
"Bert was right. You are a good boy, but, perhaps, I should say a good man. Why
don't you ask your ladies to wait inside? We need to talk, Dave."
"We can talk in front of them. They have been programmed never to reveal
anything."
"Lisa is unprogrammed you said."
I looked down at her and she blushed hotly but did not look away. A slutty,
happy smile crossed her face.
"I would not mind being programmed if I will be like Mary. Can I always stay
with you? Will you still give me to other guys some times?"
"If you like."
"I like," she said, reaching up to be kissed.
"You people wait here. I will be right back," the Hermit said, walking away
from us.
He walked past his hut and toward a cut in the rock wall behind the corral. He
returned in two minutes, struggling to drag a small steel safe. I helped him
drag it to the grass area where the kittens waited. It had a combination lock
like any other safe.
"Well?" I asked.
"Hell, I don't know the damn combination. I thought you did," the Hermit
growled.
"No, I don't. Mary?" I asked looking at her. She shook her head 'no.'
Andy slipped off her T-shirt, then unzipped her skirt and let if flutter to the
ground, leaving herself naked. Slowly, sexily, she turned clockwise letting us
see all of her body. This kitten who was embarrassed to be seen scantily
dressed was now showing herself off undressed all the way.
"Hot damn, that is some woman," the Hermit muttered under his breath.
I had to agree. Andy was something. She turned back counterclockwise, then
clockwise again. She redressed as quickly as she had undressed.
"Why did you do that, Andy?"
"Do what, sweetheart?" she replied innocently.
Bingo. But, you probably figured it out before I did. Leave it to an old tom
cat like Uncle Bert to devise a combination based on his favorite numbers. I
turned the dial on the safe. Thirty-five right. Twenty-three left. Thirty-six
right. I clicked the handle. The safe door swung open.
Inside was a wooden, hay lined box, the kind used to ship the most expensive
wine. It contained a one liter bottle of a clear liquid. There was also a
typewritten note. It read:
"Davy,
Congratulations. You are at the end of your search. By now, you have wrestled
with the moral and ethical ramifications of the formula, which to me is much
more difficult than the chemistry. I hope you have a great deal more respect
for power, any power but particularly this power, then you did before I sent you
on this treasure hunt.
I know you are in control of your own desires for power or you would not be
reading this. I had built into the Hermit, Mary and Andy safeguards which would
have kept you from your goal had you not won that fight. I did not tell you
about that additional programming, did I? Well, sue me.
One of those safeguards was the Hermit offering to trade the formula for Mary
and Andy. This was a test he and I agreed to give you. Obviously, you passed.
Understand! The fight is not over! You have won for now but the devil dog will
be back and you will need to fight him again and again. It gets easier each
time, believe me. Having two loving and wonderful women close to you will be a
great help, I assure you.
You cannot program yourself to avoid the devil dog. Do not even try. You must
control power and to do that you must be unprogrammed in regards to it. Realize
you must have and use power to maintain the kittens and your lifestyle. While
'absolute power corrupts absolutely' is a true maxim, it is also true that
'power abhors a vacuum'. If you do not use your power to direct and manage
yourself, your kittens and your estate, someone else will step in to control
them and you. How do you think dictatorships get started?
I programmed Andy to slap you for shock effect if she thought you needed it. If
she did, blame it on me. No. Blame it on yourself because you deserved it.
I programmed Mary with the possible ramifications of your behavior throughout
the treasure hunt so she could help you reach my goal for you by predicting your
decisions and actions. She was unaware of this programming, of course. She
probably thought she could read your mind and you may have thought the same
thing.
By the way, I have experimented with mind reading from the programming but
without success. I have had small success directing an unprogrammed person by
concentrating my thoughts on them, which is mind control of a different kind. I
do not know how well this would work ultimately.
Son, as I write this, I am a little blue. When you read it, you will be enjoying
all those delicious kittens and I will dead as a mackerel with the worms eating
my bones. The power did not extend my life one minute. Stop reading this now.
Take Mary in your arms and give her a big, strong kiss. Play with her ass as you
do. She likes that. Tell her it is from me."
Mary looked surprised when I pulled her into my arms. She responded quickly, her
arms around my neck as she hungrily returned the kiss. I took one of her
wonderful ass cheeks in each hand, kneading them as we raped each other's mouth.
When I told her it was from Uncle Bert, she burst into tears. Lisa and Andy
began to cry with her, tears of sympathy running down their faces. Even the
Hermit shed a tear, although the tough, old, boot turned away, hoping we would
not see him. I did not return to the note until Mary had been comforted and
quieted.
"God, I love that woman. But, I loved a lot of them, didn't I? I did love
them, you know. And, you must love them, too.
Now, the rest of the formula is on the attached sheet. The bottle contains one
liter of the formula. Since a dose is fifty cubic centimeters, you have enough
to program twenty people. That should tide you over until you can digest the
formula, assemble the components and replicate the chemical.
Since you have never programmed anyone, I suggest you have a long talk with Mary
and Andy about it. As you know, Mary is aware of her programming, was present
when I programmed some of the other kittens, and can discuss it freely.
Andy, however, is unaware. She is programmed to go into a trance during which
she remembers nothing when programming is discussed in her presence. To change
that, perform the following steps. With your cock in her, program her to purr
like a kitten. As she is purring say 'Andy, programming access to full knowledge
levels. Discussion mode. Begin.' She will be aware she had been programmed and
of the impact of the programming on her. She will be able to discuss it freely,
just as Mary is. At this point, her programming will appear to be the same as
Mary's but it will not be. Mary has free will. Andy does not. She will just be
aware of everything resulting from her programming and be able to discuss it.
She will remain in this mode, that is aware of her programming and that of
others, until you cancel it. That command follows. Again, while you are fucking
her and she is purring, say 'Andy, programming access. Terminate discussion
mode. Return to normal programming. Terminate now.'
The Hermit is not programmed but he does not need to be. You can trust him with
your life.
Well, I guess that is just about everything. I wish I was there with you. Do me
a favor, will you? Some time you will have children. Have a lot of them! I
hope Andy bears some of them for you. I think that adorable little kitten will
have beautiful little kittens of her own. Anyway, the favor. Tell them about me,
about their grandfather. Tell them he wanted to be there to see them grow but
it was not in God's plan.
Say hello to the Hermit for me and tell Mary and Andy I love them. I love you,
too, son. May God bless and keep you. Dad."
To be continued . . .
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