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MY INHERITANCE

Chapter 44

Hen Party

I read over the note from Uncle Bert again as the others waited patiently.  Then, I reviewed the
formula in depth.  I was very pleased I was so close to having the answer myself. If I had
continued working on it, I probably would have achieved the result in less than a month. I put the
note and the formula back in their envelope and in the safe.

"Mary. Andy.  Uncle Bert says to tell you he loves you. Hermit, Bert says hello."

The kittens smiled sadly.

"A hello from a dead man.  Don't that beat all?  Now, what are you going to do?"

"I want to program Lisa before we start back.  I would like to do it here, if you don't mind."

"Hell, no.  Go ahead.  If you don't need me, I am going to see Gladys.  All these half naked
women you brought with you have me as horny as a two peckered goat."

The Hermit showed us how to use his few appliances and told us to make ourselves at home.  The
sun was low on the horizon but his batteries were fully charged and we could cook as we wanted. 
We followed him to the cut behind his hut where he had a well hidden cave.  In it were supplies,
equipment, and a big Harley.  He pushed the Harley out, started it and bid us goodbye.

After watching him guide it through the cut by which we originally entered, I led the ladies back
into the hut.  Mary distributed soft drinks and we sat on the rug in the center of the room.

"Kittens, Uncle Bert suggested before I program anyone that I learn about the effects of
programming from Mary and Andy. So, why don't we have a discussion to help me before I
program Lisa."

"What are you talking about, Davy?"  Andy asked.

"You will see."

"Do you want me to leave?"  Lisa asked.

"No.  This will give you a chance to input your ideas on your programming before I do it."

She squeezed my hand and smiled at me.

"Thanks, Davy. Or, do I have to call you master?"

"No, kitten-to-be.  Just Davy. Now, let's get naked."

In a flash, all four of us were naked.  I removed the chain from Lisa to stop the tinkling of the bell.

"Andy, I want to fuck you first."

"What if I don't want to fuck you?  Oh, don't look so hurt.  I was teasing.  Come on."

She took my hand, pulling me on top of her, spreading her legs around me. She guided my cock to
her entrance.

"Slowly, sweetheart.  I am still a little sore."

Mary and Lisa were watching with smiles on their faces. They recognized the contradiction as well
as I did.  She was very modest, except when I asked for her.  Then, she was totally open and
willing.  Not a bad situation, eh?

As I slipped into her, I whispered, "Quiet, little kitten."  She immediately began to purr as she
moved under me. I whispered in her ear again.

"Andy, programming access to full knowledge levels. Discussion mode. Begin."

She stopped moving.  She had a blank expression on her face.  I pulled out and set back down,
letting my cock soften.  We were all watching Andy. She just lay there, not moving except for her
eyelids which were blinking rapidly. Finally, she set up, sitting crossed legged.

"I am a programmed sex slave?"

"Yes, honey," Mary answered.

"But, I love Davy.  Don't I?  Or, am I programmed that way?"

"You love me. And, I love you."

She nodded but it was clear her mind was reeling from all this new knowledge. The rest of us
waited as Andy tried to digest the information the change in her programming opened to her.
Finally, she shook her head as if trying to clear it.

"Why was I programmed?"

"Maybe I better start at the beginning," Mary said, patting Andy's leg motherly. "You were thirteen
when Bert came into our lives.  I was working as a clerk at the department store when he came in
to buy a new coat. There was something about him.  The moment I saw him I knew I would fuck
him if he asked.  And, if he did not ask, I would ask him."

Mary laughed self-consciously and looked away.  I noticed Andy and Lisa were becoming
entranced by the story. I moved out of the circle inconspicuously and the three of them moved
closer together.

"Andy, I was worried sick about you.  You were as sexy a young girl as I had ever seen."

"Me?  How?"

"Oh, baby, you were delicious.  Already you had thirty-four inch hips with that jutting ass of
yours.  Your breasts were B-cups and growing. It was more than that. You dressed sexily.  You
walked sexily. Everything about you yelled 'fuck me'.  I had already caught you playing sixty-nine
with Jean.  Remember her?  And, it was not just Jean. More than once, you came home with girly
juices on your face."

"Wow.  I did not remember before, but now that you mention it."  Andy got a sexy smile
remembering.  I could tell she had enjoyed Jean.  I had wondered if Andy's sex with other women
was for my benefit or hers.  I just found out.

"The boys followed you around like love sick puppies.  But, the boys did not frighten me.  It was
the men. I knew it would not be long until one of them took you. Then, I caught you with Matt. 
You were sucking his cock.  When I told you to stop and come home, he threatened me."

"He threatened you?  The bastard!  What happened then?"

"You finished sucking him, letting him cum in your mouth and swallowing it like a pro.  It was as
sensual a blow job as I had ever seen.  You obviously enjoyed it very much.  You told Matt to . . .
"

"I remember.  I told him to come over that night and I would fuck him while you watched.  Gosh,
Mom, that was really arrogant of me."

"You were very arrogant sexually.  You knew you were something very, very special and you
planned to use it just as you wanted."

"I don't remember Matt coming over. What happened?"

"I will get to that. Bert was at our house when we got home.  I fell into his arms, crying about what
you were doing.  He told me to let him handle it. He programmed you then, right on the spot. He
programmed you to be innocent and forget about sex until he brought it up again. He also
programmed you to study very hard, to avoid drugs, to be positive and happy and sweet."

There were tears in Mary's eyes and an angelic expression on her face as she related Andy's tale to
her.  Lisa's expression was maternal as she patted Mary on the leg lovingly.  Andy and Lisa were
holding hands.

"Would it have been so bad if Matt had fucked me?"

"Oh, Andy.  You were thirteen.  Matt was thirty-two and a drug dealer."

"He was?"

"Yes.  He would have addicted you to drugs.  You would have ended up as a cocaine whore
somewhere. Honey, you were my little girl.  I wanted to protect you.  I wanted the best for you."

"What happened then?" Lisa interjected, totally wrapped up in the story.

"When Matt came over, he was intent on fucking Andy if he had to kill me to do it. By then, Andy
was programmed so she would do exactly what Bert said. Before Matt arrived, Bert had us both
strip and kneel on the floor with our hands tied behind us. Matt could not believe his eyes when he
saw us there bound and ready.  Bert told Matt he was fucking us both and offered us to him."

"But?"

"Let me finish. 'Real men relish these times, Matt.  Let's have a drink and a cigar while these two
sluts wait on us to fuck them,' Bert said.  Of course, the programming chemical was in the drink
Bert gave him.  You asked what happened to Matt, Andy.  He turned state's evidence.  It was the
biggest drug bust ever in the Rocky Mountains.  In return for his testimony, he got no jail time, but
Bert's programming had taken care of that.  Matt is a monk at a monastery in Oregon, pledged to
vows of chastity, poverty and silence."

"Matt? A monk?  He must have been programmed.  But, Mom, were you programmed?"

"No, not then. Bert and I had been dating only about three weeks.  He had fucked me that first
night I met him and regularly since then.  Andy, I knew I was desperately in love with him.  I
would have done anything for him. Then, I saw what he had done for you, to protect you and
keep you from harm's way. That made me love him even more.  That night, the night you were
programmed, Bert finished with Matt and sent him into Denver to turn himself over to the
authorities.  You were sound asleep in your bed.  I asked Bert about it.

He told me about his discovery of the chemical.  He already had more than a thousand women
programmed to be his kittens.  'Do you plan to program me,' I asked?  'Yes, and I want to do it
now'."

"Did you let him?"

"I loved him so much I would have done anything. But, I wanted to be programmed by him.  I
wanted to belong to him. I was not programmed like you.  That first night he just programmed me
so I could never betray him.  He also programmed me to know exactly how and when I was
programmed and to be programmed on voice command rather than taking the chemical."

"If I was programmed to not think about or have sex, how did I end up with him.  I remember him
taking me."

"He changed your programming several times, to allow for changing conditions, such as sex and
Davy."

"The first time Bert took me, in your bed with you there beside me, did you mind him taking me?"

"No. Well, not eventually.  At first, I resisted.  But, Andy, you were almost seventeen and so
sexually attractive, I could not really blame him. The man had waited four years and it was not
easy waiting. Sometimes you would wander into our bedroom wearing your little baby doll
pajamas...."

Andy giggled, remembering the effect that had on Uncle Bert.

".... and, I enjoyed sex so much, I wanted you to be able to enjoy it, too. Before he took you, we
discussed it and he gave me time to get you on the pill.  Bert was a very caring man."

The three of them were all cross legged on the floor, knees touching knees, hands often reaching
to stroke another's arm or leg reassuringly. They had forgotten I was there. I was an unknown
voyeur listening to three women talk about sex.

"So, you enjoy sex, huh, Mom. How much do you enjoy it?" Andy said with a leer.

Mary blushed, the red starting on her stomach and spreading over her breasts to her face.

"A whole lots.  Before Bert, I."

"Come on, Mom."

"Before Bert, I fucked any man any time I wanted.  And, I wanted a lot."

"Not you!"

"Yes, Andy.  Me.  Oh, that is not bad.  But, I was always very careful and discrete."

"But, I only want one man, Davy.  Is that me or my programming?"

"Both.  Bert programmed you to belong to Davy, to be his happy, positive sex slave.  That was not
changing your personality.  It was directing it toward Davy.  But, honey, after I met Bert, I only
really wanted one man.  Bert was all I needed."

"Did you have anyone else after you met Bert?"

"Yes, but only with his knowledge and permission. Bert and I would go to orgies, or swap partners
occasionally. I enjoyed it because it was good sex. You see, if Bert and I agreed I would have
another man or woman, it was not cheating.  Had I cheated on Bert, I could not have enjoyed it no
matter how good the man was."

"I understand that," Lisa contributed.  "I love Davy giving me to other guys.  If I was doing it on
my own, it would not be any fun."

"Why not?"

"Guilt, I guess. Having to do it because your man orders you to is so delightful."

"Is it more fun than fucking your man?"

"Different kind of fun," Mary said.

"When your man gives you to another man, it is like pleasing both of them and yourself," Lisa
said.

"I am programmed to belong to Davy.  I wonder what I would have done it on my own?"

"The same thing," Mary replied without hesitation.

"What makes you so sure?"

"First, I know you, programmed and unprogrammed.  Second, Bert left a window in your
programming, a way I could talk to you about men or other important things.  You told me you
loved him."

I could see Andy's brow wrinkle in concentration.

"I remember now. The key phrase is 'Andy.  It is time for a mother-daughter chat'.  And, I
remember telling you I loved Davy. Know what, Mom?  Bert programmed me to tell him, too. I
did it, on our San Francisco trip.  It must be true that I love him."

Andy was introspective, her eyes seeing things in her head. She looked happy and I hoped that
happiness was thinking about how she loved me.  Then, she got that mischievous smile again.

"Mom, how many men have you fucked?"

"Andy!"

"Well, we are being open here, aren't we?"

"Yes, Mary, how many men have you fucked?"  Lisa asked.

"Oh, my.  I have lost count. Three hundred maybe and as many women."

"Six hundred! I feel like I have missed something.  I have had two men and just a few women. 
How about you, Lisa?"

"I had four guys before Davy.  And, you were my first woman, Andy."

"But, you have been making up for lost time."

"Yes.  And, it had been wonderful."

"Maybe I should ask Davy to give me to someone else?"

"It isn't that wonderful.  What you have with him is very special and having another man would
destroy it, particularly if you asked for sex with someone else.  He would always wonder.  I know
Bert did, as much as we loved each other."

Mary's response seemed to please Andy, as if it confirmed what she believed, said what she
wanted to hear.

"Lisa, if you were dating Davy, why did you have sex with someone else?"

Thank you, Mary, I thought, for asking that question.

"I wanted him to demand of me, to do, well, to do what he has been doing.  He was so sweet.  I
knew I needed something more compelling, more demanding.  When I found a guy who was
rough, controlling, I went to bed with him."

"I like his sweetness.  I find it very sexy."

"Me, too, Andy, but I get what I need from him now.  I like being a slave."

Lisa sighed.

"Do you like a man who is rough, Mom?"

"Occasionally, but if I wanted it full time, I would have stayed with your father."

"My father?  You never talk about him."

"Well, it was not pleasant.  He was handsome, with a nice sized cock and he could fuck all night. 
But, he was boorish and rude.  And, he was abusive, Andy."

"Oh, Mom, I am so sorry for you."

"Don't be.  I got you from him.  I never have to see him again and I do not want to think about
him."

"Who was the best lover you ever had, Mary?"

"Bert. And, Davy.  They are a lot alike, you know. For me, there was something special about
Bert.  Love, I guess.  But, I love Davy, too, in a different way."

"I love him all the way.  I could not imagine a more thrilling man."

Oh, yes, my ego soared with that comment.

"Davy is my favorite, too."

Thank you, Lisa.  They all waited in silence but their hands were touching each other in a caring
and non-sexual way.  I must admit all this sex talk between three beautiful and naked women had
sex in the forefront of my mind. Lisa brought the subject back to what I was waiting to hear.

"Mary, if you were I, would you let yourself be programmed?"

"Yes.  I told you I wanted to be programmed."

"Would you change it in anyway?"

"No."

"How about you, Andy?"

"Well, I just learned tonight I was programmed.  But, what would I change? I love him.  I love my
life.  I will admit I am enjoying knowing my history and filling in all the blanks that were in my
memory for those years.  I might ask him to leave me like this."

"Do you think he will program me so let me enjoy what I have been enjoying?  I mean, other
guys?"

"I think so, Lisa," Mary responded.  "Just ask him."

"It is frightening, isn't it?  To know that by tomorrow I will be a programmed slave, my sexuality
controlled by someone else, even though my master will be the man I would have chosen for
myself. It is like jumping into a deep canyon when you cannot even see the bottom."

"It is worth it, Lisa.  Believe me," Mary said, stroking Lisa's cheek.

I had been thinking about how I was going to structure my life and how I was going to program
my kittens.  I even thought about whom else I wanted as a kitten.

I knew what I was going to do, how I was going to program Lisa.

What would you do?


To be continued . . .

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