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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for
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Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter.

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This is a mind control, multi person romance with a planned fifty plus
chapters.


MY INHERITANCE

Chapter 46

Jewelry

The big Suburban hummed north on Interstate 25, heading for Denver
where we would pick up I-70 west to Vail. Mary was driving with Lisa
riding shotgun.  Andy was curled in my lap, her crying spent and the
tears of joy drying on her face.

"I can't believe you threw my birth control pills away like that.  Are
you sure, Davy?"

"Very sure, Andy."

"You know that makes me the happiest woman in the world, don't you?"

What gentle, loving eyes.  What a soft, feeling touch was her hand on
my cheek. How could a woman express love more than Andy was at that
moment?

"I hope so.  It makes me the happiest man,"  I answered, taking her
hand to gently kiss her palm.

She started to squirm, drawing her arm up and slipping it out of the
arm of the T-shirt she wore.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting undressed.  I want to be fucked.  I am ready to start on that
baby."

"You could get out of my lap.  It would be easier."

"It is more fun this way," she whispered.

It was more fun.  Each movement as she squirmed to undress caused her
to rub some delightful part of her delightful body against some part
of my body which always liked rubbing against her. She squirmed and
twisted and the skirt moved down her legs. Naked now, she finished
unbuttoning my shirt with one hand as the other held my neck so she
could nibble on my lips and chin. As always, I had programmed my cock
to let him do his own thinking.  He was screaming for release from my
trousers.

Lisa had turned around to watch us. She had that needy look,
indicating her own desire to be fucked. Mary would glance at us
occasionally in the rear view mirror.

"There are trucks on this highway that will be able to see you two,"
Mary said.

Nobody answered her. I lifted my hips as Andy tugged my jeans over my
hips and down my legs.

"Let's start this way," Andy murmured and slipped to the floor to take
my cock in her mouth. Lisa and I groaned simultaneously.

Mary clicked on the radio.  I had thought we were going to have a
little fucking music but she had turned on the CB radio where all the
truckers talk.

"And, so I plan to stop down here a ways and fill up, Belle. Care to
stop with me."

"Negative, Red Ace. I."

"Breaker, breaker.  Jesus Christ! There is a red Suburban heading
north and some blonde is naked and blowing a guy in the back seat.
Holy shit, what a body!"

"Where are you?"

"Eight miles north of Pueblo, heading north. Damn! They are driving
right beside me.  I think they want me to see. Jesus! She is deep
throating him!  Oh, no. They are speeding off."

"Was that you, Reno Bob?"

"Roger."

"I am just a mile ahead of you. I can see them coming now. They are
flying."

"Get your glasses clean. You won't believe this."

"They are slowing down. Bob, you were right. That blonde is something.
She is bent over him with her head in his lap. What an ass! Damn,
there they go again."

Mary, Lisa and I were all giggling from the conversation of the
truckers over the CB.  Andy was in her own world, enjoying the feel of
my cock in her.

"Kitten Lisa, slut mode," I said.

"Texas Slim here. They are beside me now.  The blonde is pushing his
legs together. She is lowering herself on his cock. No. Heading toward
you, Bubba."

"This is Bubba.  Here they come!  Almost along side. Almost. Dammit,
come on. They are right beside me now. The guy has rolled the blonde
over. Her legs are spread with her feet on the overhead. He is fucking
the shit out of her. I can see her face.  Guys, she looks like an
angel but she damn sure ain't acting like no angel.  Damn, he is
fucking her. I wish I was him and he had a feather stuck up his ass.
We both would be tickled to death."

"Bubba, quit the cornball jokes and."

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph.  Did you guys see the brunette in front? She
has taken her T-shirt off. She is leaning out the window, holding her
tits up to me, with a big fuck-me smile on her face.  Nice tits! Her
nipples got rings in them. She is twisting the nipple rings. Oh, I
think I can hear her moaning. Christ almighty, I am hard as a rock and
I don't get back to my old lady for five more days. No.  Goddamn.
They sped off. They are coming your way, Fresno."

We could here the trucker breathing into his microphone as he waited
for us to catch up to him, like some demented phone caller.

"I'm looking for them."

"Man.  You should have seen that sight."

"Here they are. Slowing down right by me.  The blonde is on top again.
Shit! She waved at me. All of them waved and that slut brunette blew
me a kiss.   The guy's cock is still in the blonde. I can see her slit
with his cock in it. Damn! There they go."

"This is Woolly Bugger.  I see them coming. They're with me.  Oh, man.
The blonde has her eyes closed.  Her back is arched.  What a smile.
Lord, lord, lord.  The brunette has her feet up on the dash.  She is
fingering herself.  That hot little bitch is grinning at me as she
plays with herself."

"You rubes are so pathetic."

"Belle, you old dyke, you know good and goddamned well you like to
watch as much as we do."

"Red Ace, if that old rig you are driving can get up here, I will stop
and whip your ass."

"You two can bitch at each other later.  Where are they?"

"This is Woolly Bugger.  They are heading toward you, Belle."

"Here they come.  They are slowing down right beside me. They."

There was a long silence on the air.

"Belle?  Come back, Belle."

"What the hell happened to Belle?"

"Shit, Bubba.  You don't think she ran off the road, do you?"

"Belle?  God dammit, talk, woman!"

"Belle here."

Her voice sounded empty and far away, as if she had been stunned.

"What happened, Belle?"

"They came along side.  The blonde was riding his cock and the
brunette riding his face.  The girls were kissing and playing with
each other. Then, they started cumming. The two gals and the guy, all
cumming at once.  I could see their faces.  I could see everything.  I
am going to stop up here at the rest stop if anybody wants to join
me."

"Count me in, Belle," Bubba said.

"Me, too," one of the other truckers chorused.

The CB went dead, silent except for bursts of static.  The three of us
must have been too much for them to think about.  I wondered how many
of them were going to stop with Belle.  I wished we could stop and
watch Belle take on the guys.  I wondered what she looked like and how
she looked when she was getting fucked.  Too bad we could not stop
with them.  I guess I would just have to imagine them.

My kittens were giggling and happy.  Only Mary had missed out on an
orgasm.  Since she was driving, I was glad she did not have one.  That
really would be sex to die from.

Mary clicked off the CB and turned on the FM.  Andy had already put on
her T-shirt and skirt.  As I lay naked in the big storage area in the
Suburban, she pushed me on my back, crawled over me, and guided me
into her again. She scissored her legs together, trapping my cock,
buried her head in my shoulder and sighed happily.  Lisa crawled back
beside us, one hand on my leg, the other up Andy's skirt playing with
her.

We rolled into the southern outskirts of Denver later in the day to
fill up with gas and burgers. Needless to say, the truck stop where we
ate was buzzing about the red Suburban and its occupants.  We got a
lot of looks, but no one said a word to us. Of course, since all three
kittens were wearing T-shirts and short skirts, without bras or
panties, we would have gotten a lot of looks if we had eaten at a
monastery.

I noticed Andy acted embarrassed to be seen that way, still
demonstrating her delightful contradiction of emotions. Lisa flashed
several guys before I remembered she was still in slut mode.  Even
after I ordered her to "act normal", she was wild as she could be.
Mary was Mary, very sexual but not aggressive.

When we left the truck stop, I got in the driver's seat again. Mary
curled up in back to rest.  When Lisa started to get in the front seat
beside me, Andy stopped her.  Not a word was said but a pecking order
was established at the two of them stared at each other.  Lisa got in
back.  Andy set by me.

We arrived in Vail late.  Andy and Lisa unloaded the truck as Mary and
I went directly to the dungeon to see Cathy.

Cathy had been without a bath or sunlight or conversation for three
days and looked a fright.  She was very glad to see us. After my
experience with Lisa, I did not offer to let Cathy drink the chemical
voluntarily.  We bound her arms and legs to the wall in an X. Mary
held her nose and chin as I poured the formula down her.

I will not repeat her programming word for word.  Like Lisa, she was
programmed to love and care for me, to know she was loved by me, to
keep her programming secret, to respond to her commands, to belong to
me, and, to let me change her commands by voice rather than by
chemical.

I dealt with her ability to project her great sexuality and to "ping"
men, in what I thought was a novel and appropriate way. After
programming her to never again use her pinging on me or any kitten, I
programmed her to be an actress and to "ping" the camera. Think about
that.  All that sex power coming across through the camera.  That is
what Hollywood is all about. I had no doubt she would become a bigger
Hollywood star than Monroe or Taylor or Moore or any of the sexy
sirens of the silver screen. I also programmed her to be on the watch
for potential kittens and to notify me if she found any good
prospects.

After programming her, I released Cathy.  She was so exuberant at
being finally free of her imprisonment, she was almost hysterical. She
ran screaming through the house before I cornered her again and calmed
her down.

"Davy, I want a shower. Then, I want to be fucked," she exclaimed.

Fortunately, the shower in my bedroom was huge.  I showered with all
four of them. Now, that is something.

Just close your eyes and picture what was in that shower with me.
Four, wet, soapy, beautiful, fun, positive, wildly sexual women.  Just
think about that. Two blondes, a brunette and a brownette.  Four
pierced nipples and four unpierced. Two ringed clit hoods and two
natural. Four hot pussies. Four soapy bodies.  For some reason, they
all wanted to wash my cock.  My cock had never been that clean. Or,
that hard.

I fucked Cathy first.  My little sister really was a hot woman. In
fact, I was sorry she was my sister.  I did not program her to be a
kitten I would keep, one of my harem kittens so to speak, because she
was my sister.  I wanted all of my kittens to bear my children.  But,
her being my sister didn't mean I could not fuck her until she did not
want any more.

Then, I fucked Lisa.  Andy was third.  I saved Mary for last.  I liked
my Rolls and I enjoyed the smooth, comfortable and delightful ride.
As I let myself come deep in Mary's pussy, my cock head against her
cervix, I wondered if she or her daughter would deliver my child
first.

Cathy mounted my face, letting me eat her wonderful pussy as Lisa
slipped between Mary's legs to retrieve what I had left.  Andy licked
my cock clean as I dozed off.

I felt the bed move but I ignored the movement and the daylight
pouring in through the open curtains in the bedroom.  Then, the bed
moved again and I heard the padding of feet on the carpet.  In a few
minutes, I smelled coffee. Andy was kneeling beside the bed with a mug
in her hands.  I heard singing coming from the kitchen and the smell
of bacon.  Thank God, things were getting back to normal. The five of
us ate in the kitchen.  It was a huge breakfast with delightful
conversation.

Mary needed to check on her shops and asked for permission to go to
Glenwood Springs and Aspen for the day.  I sent Lisa with her.  Since
Lisa was going to be with us full time and since she was now a kitten,
we needed to work her into the routine.  She was smart as a whip and
could be a real help to Mary.  One of the things I needed to decide
was if I was going to let Mary keep her three retail shops, and, if I
was, how they were going to be staffed.

You remember Eve, don't you?  The actress who was one of Uncle Bert's
kittens. I phoned her in Brentwood, awakening her.  I told her I
wanted her to take Cathy under her wing and introduce her to the key
producers of her show. She readily agreed, but she had no choice since
I phrased everything as an order.

Andy and I drove Cathy to Denver where we put her on a plane to LA.  I
had called Mom and Dad to tell them she was on her way. Mom sounded
all teary knowing her baby was fine.  All Moms are that way, I
suspect.  Before she left, Cathy gave me a big kiss and thanked me
profusely for programming her the way I did.  I was happy to make any
kitten happy, particularly a kitten who was also a sister.

"Where to now, sweetheart?" Andy asked as we left Denver
International.

"I want to stop by the jewelers.  I ordered some jewelry for you
kittens and I want to pick it up."

"Locking jewelry, I presume," she said with a smirk.

"No.  Not really," I replied.

How do you identify a kitten?  Or, any woman for that matter. How do
you mark her so the world knows she is yours?  Or, do you mark her at
all?

Don't think that marking is all for the man.  The woman loves it.  It
makes her feel protected, feminine, as it shouts her belonging to her
man.

In a normal boy-girl relationship, we would marry and she would wear a
ring, perhaps two rings, on the third finger of her left hand, the
ring finger. Those rings would symbolize our relationship. But, this
was different.  I was not marrying anyone and there would be more than
one.

I considered tattooing, which is becoming commonplace for a girl to
wear for her man. Wouldn't they all look wonderful with a lovely,
tattooed kitten in multicolors on the soft underside of their necks
where only the highest collar would hide it?  I would put it on the
left side in front where everyone could see it.   Perhaps my initials
tattooed on the back of their hands or on the soft flesh beside their
pussies would be appropriate.

I considered branding, using a hot iron on them somewhere.  I
envisioned a brand like a rancher would place on his cattle.  I could
put it on their ass.  Maybe, like the Gor series, a single initial
burned into their thigh in front, below the hem line of short skirts
so every one could tell they were my slaves. But, burns look ugly most
of the time and it might get infected before it healed.  A tattoo
could always be removed but a brand was forever.

I considered chains of various kinds on various parts of their bodies
to identify them as mine. Chains have a lot of possibilities because
they come in all different sizes and materials. I am including leather
collars or wristlets in the chain group. 

Once, I pictured all of them in thick wide leather collars with a
Master lock at the nape of their necks holding it in place and a big
O-ring in front so I could attach a leash or chain them together. How
about a heavy, dog collar chain around their necks, the padlock at the
nape of their necks? Or, a chain around their waists with rings so I
could attach their arms to restraint them?

Chastity belts were another idea. If they wore slacks or jeans, I
could get them a decorative belt of painted and enameled brass to be
worn outside their clothes.  It would fit tightly around their waists,
its brass shield between their legs, its lock in front.  Everyone
could see they were unavailable to any man except the man with the
key. That is me.

Or, all of the above.  

Picture them.  

Twenty women, all naked, all lined up for your use when you so
desired.  Each woman would have a chastity belt around her waist, its
plate between her legs, keeping her from being penetrated or even from
masturbating. Heavy leather wristlets would be attached to each wrist.
The D-ring on the wristlet would be attached to the metal belt with
her wrists behind her, thrusting out her firm, ripe breasts with their
nipple rings attached by a golden chain.  

Each head would be lowered demurely, submissively. You would walk down
the line, stopping at each one, feeling the brand on her hip as you
traced the indentation with your fingers.  She would gasp from your
touch, as you both knew that brand evidenced your ownership of her and
her desire to belong to you. 

With the tips of your fingers under her beautiful chin, you would
raise her head. The multicolored kitten tattooed on her neck would
seem to come alive as it moved. Sexily, she would raise her eyes to
you.  They would be begging eyes, wanting eyes, as her lust for you
shot forth from them.

"Pick me, master," she would whimper. Or, "I need your cock in me,
master."

You might say nothing.  Or, you might let your hand slide down her
soft, yielding flesh, perhaps stopping at her breast to twist the ring
until she moaned her desire. Or, you might lean down to kiss her lips,
feeling her eagerness, letting your tongue play over the brads in her
tongue, brads placed there for your pleasure. 

Your toughest decision all day would be deciding which ones to fuck.

But, while I loved that fantasy and could play it any time I wished,
in reality I like the fact my kittens are different, each a unique and
wonderful woman.  That is the reason Mary and Lisa have different
piercings and Andy is not pierced at all. I personally do not want
twenty identical slaves, no matter how appealing.  I want twenty
different women. 

So, I decided on chains and rings, specifically, chains, for neck,
wrist and ankle, and, a ring for their hand.  All the kittens would
have identical jewelry.

Each kitten would get two rings, both wedding-style bands three-eights
of an inch wide.  One was twenty-one karat yellow gold and the other
sterling silver. They would wear one or the other on the thumb of
their left hand.  Their names are engraved on the inside of the band.
There was no decoration on the visible exterior of the band.  Of
course, as you know, thumb rings have been worn since pre-Roman times
to identify slaves.  In today's USA they seem to be popular again.  I
never see a woman with a thumb ring without wondering about her
relationship with her man.

The chains are really a necklace, a bracelet and an anklet. They have
one set made of 21 karat yellow gold and another of sterling silver.
The bracelet and anklet are designed to be slightly loose, so they
move, but not so loose as to allow them to come off accidentally.

Each necklace will fit snugly around their necks but could not be
considered a choker because it lay like a normal necklace. The clasp
was a screw clasp which is secure but does not lock.

Each chain has a charm of matching metal. For the necklace, it is a
one inch tall kitten which is sitting with its tail up behind it.  The
gold kitten has diamond chips for its eyes and a ruby chip over its
heart. The silver necklace has emerald chips for its eyes and a
sapphire chip over its heart.  The charms for the bracelets and
anklets, both gold and silver, are a three-quarter inch kittens with a
single diamond over its heart.

My plan was that each kitten could wear which of her six chains she
chose each day, allowing her to accessorize as she pleased. I
anticipated a ring and at least one chain, in matching metal, would be
worn.

Why not lock them in the necklace, you ask?  Why lock them in, I would
reply.  They were programmed.  They would fight anyone who tried to
remove that necklace, unless it was me, of course.  Believe me, I have
corsets and body harnesses and locking collars and restraints for when
we play those games which each of us so enjoy. 

As to clothing, I had decided to set no rules. Sometimes bra and
panties.  Sometimes not.  Sometime dresses, sometime jeans. After all,
variety is the spice of  life.  And, these kittens know how to dress
sexily. Since they wished to please their man, ketting them dress to
please me added variety and color.  

If someday, I wished them to all wear the same thing, they would just
to please me. In fact, I had decided to get each of them several
ensembles, like uniforms. Then, I could have them dress identically if
I chose. For example, I might get all of them to wear matching
T-shirts and skirts, without bras and panties, as these three had done
on this trip. 

As I pointed the Suburban toward home, Andy put on her jewelry. She
wore the gold ring, bracelet and anklet on her left side and the
silver on her right.  She fastened both necklaces around her neck.
Then, she twisted in her seat to look at me.

"How do I look?" she asked.

"Sexy as hell," I replied.  She gave me a warm smile.

"Have you given any thought as to who will be the other harem
kittens?"

"Some.  Have you?"

"You really are a wonderful man and a wonderful master.  Thank you for
asking."

"I mean it.  I want your input."

"Well, you have Lisa, Mom and me.  That is three.  Have you met any
other women who interested you enough to have them around full time?"

Isn't it interesting how she put that?  Having them around full time.
Uncle Bert's method did have one advantage.  You could fuck them and
forget them.  You did not have to live with them. Living with them
will have bitter as well as sweet times, unhappiness as well as
happiness. I loved Abby and Betty, but I would not want them around
all the time.  Seeing them at holidays was enough for me.  And, like
Cathy, they were my sisters.

I liked these three women I had chosen to be my first harem kittens. I
liked them as women and people as well as kittens.  I wanted to be
around them all the time, to share all their lives, not just the time
in bed.  To me, that is what it is all about.

"I want to see who the 3,000 are.  There might be someone there. But,
as of today, the only two I can think of are Eve and Rebecca.  Cathy
is going to do some scouting for me in LA."

"Eve is beautiful and sexy but she is too well known.  You would have
paparazzi around and all that confusion and notoriety.  But, Rebecca
is an excellent choice.  I liked her.  And, she is Mom's age.  I bet
they would be friends."

"You would not mind Rebecca?"

"Sweetheart, how often do I have to tell you part of the joy of being
a kitten is to help her man find other women to enjoy."

Andy had a warm, teasing expression on her face.  She leaned over,
jingling as she did from all her jewelry, and kissed my cheek.

"Do you plan for all of us to have your children?"

"Yes."

"That should be interesting. You know, I might have been your
stepsister."

"What do you mean?"

"Mom always wanted to marry Bert.  After his heart attack, Bert told
Mom all about his investments and how much money he had.  Then, he
proposed.  Mom said no.  She did not want him to think she was
marrying him for his money.  But, if she had accepted, I would be your
stepsister."

"It will be interesting enough as it is," I replied.

"I know. Let's say Mom and I both have sons.  What would we name
them?"

"Call them Arthur and Brent."

"Okay. Now, forget the half and step and all that stuff.  Since you
will be the father of both, Arthur and Brent are brothers.  And, since
Arthur and I have the same mother, we are brother and sister. But,
since Mom is my Mom and Brent's grandmother, Arthur is Brent's uncle.
Could it get more complicated?"

"Sure.  If Bert had married Mary, you and I would be brother and
sister.  Then, if I married Mary, you would be my daughter and my
sister.  I would be Brent's grandfather and his father and his uncle.
You would be Arthur's sister and, if I married you, his mother."

"Poor Brent.  He would lose out on all those birthday presents."

"We will make it up to him."

She moved toward me. Her hand slipped down my side to my crotch.  She
began to play with my cock through my trousers.

"What are we going to do when we get home?"

"I don't know. Any suggestions."

"Yes, master.  I want to be tied to the bed and fucked all night."

Of course, I was going to do it.  I could not turn down Andy.  Could
you?


To be continued . . .

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