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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for
adults in locations in which it is legal.  If it is illegal in your
location, DO NOT read.  This is a copyrighted work.  Reposting or any
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of the copyright holder, except may by posted as part of a  review or
posted to free-access, noncommercial archive sites.

Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter.

Please!  Give me your comments.
 E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com

This is the final chapter of a mind control, multi person romance. 

Please read the author's note at the end. 


MY INHERITANCE

Chapter 52

The End?

or is it 

A New Beginning?


With each passing day, Angie was more happy and positive, which is to
say she was more like her twin. Mary, elated at having her missing
daughter home, was floating on cloud nine. 

Andy, beside herself with joy at having a twin sister, made it her
responsibility to train Angie.  She had done a good job of it, being
both gentle and firm with the woman only eleven minutes younger than
she.  Andy provided physical training, too.  Angie had lost her winter
fat and was the exact size of Andy, or rather, the exact size Andy was
before she got pregnant.  That is a wonderful size, as you remember.

For the first time, Lisa really felt like a full sister and a true
family member.  She was blossoming in Mary's retail business as well
as at home.   She seemed to have the right combination of sweetness,
hard work and guts, to please the customer and make money at it. 

We all four slept at night in the oversized bed in the main bedroom as
we always had, although sleeping was not the thing we did the first
few hours in the bed.  I have told you about that, haven't I?

In addition to my four kittens, I occasionally enjoyed the company of
someone else.  I was slowly working my way through the "Triple A" list
and adding a few of my own as I saw them.    

It had been almost two months since Angie joined us.  Andy was three
months pregnant.  She felt wonderful and her morning sickness was long
gone.  Lisa was in her second month of pregnancy.  Morning sickness
was not a problem for her.  She glowed with good health. And, Angie
was pregnant.  It must have happened the first time I took her based
on the doctor's evaluation of her term.  

Cathy was setting Hollywood on fire.  Abby and Betty were happy and
doing well in school.   Mom and Dad had never enjoyed life and their
sex life so much.  

The stock market was up, so my investments were going great guns.  I
had reproduced the formula, giving me a virtually unlimited amount of
programming chemical. I still had not decided what commercial
applications, if any, I would attempt for the formula, but, I had many
good ideas.

Then, on one particular night, Lisa and I had been in the dungeon for
almost two hours.  Each of the kittens had dungeon sessions every two
weeks or so. This one had been very rigorous.  The doctor had said I
could not take her down there much longer so she wanted a hard session
to "tide her over" as she said.  

"Oh, my, sis.  He really did a number on you," Angie said
sympathetically when she saw Lisa enter the living room.

Her rings had been chained to the wall while I whipped her.  Every
lash of the whip made her jerk and every jerk pulled the rings.  Her
nipples and pussy were swollen and sore.  And, her ass and thighs had
some lovely stripes.

"Yes.  I loved it," Lisa gasped happily.

She lay on her side to avoid pressure on her front or her back as
Angie started to rub her with ointment.  

You know I am not cruel to these kittens.  They are programmed to tell
me what they want.  Most unprogrammed woman would not do that.  She
would never say "Honey, will you whip me tonight?" no matter how much
she might want it.  But, kittens do ask and it improves their sex life
and mine. I will tell you again, communication, verbal and nonverbal,
is essential to good sex.

Mary, reading in an easy chair in the corner, saw me motion to her.
Sensually, she stood and walked to me. She knelt, moved my legs
together, and straddled me, burying my cock in her pussy. 

Andy walked in from the kitchen. If I had known how many pickles she
was going to consume when she was pregnant, I would have bought a
pickle factory rather than stock.  

Andy was already showing, a little paunch to her stomach evidence she
was with child. I wondered how big she would get.  It would be another
month before the doctor could tell if she was having twins.  She
smiled and straddled me.  Slowly, she lowered her pussy to my face.

"I'll eat pickle while you eat pussy," she said, grinding that shaved
delicacy into my mouth.

I felt Mary's pussy tighten hard around my cock as Andy crunched the
pickle.  It was a disorienting and alarming combination of sensations.

"Do you know what would make this perfect, sweetheart?  I wish we were
married."

All motion and sound ceased.  I heard Angie and Lisa move by us.  I
looked up to see them upside down staring at me.  

"What do you think, sweetheart?"

"Murrmmmfffff."

"Was that 'will you marry me'?" she asked, moving back a little so I
could speak.

"I said 'you are dripping pickle juice in my face'."

"Sorry.  But, what do you think?"

You know I had promised Andy on the streets of San Francisco I would
marry her.  She let me off the hook a few days later in LA, but we
both remembered.  I did want to marry her.  But, I did not want to
single her out from the other kittens, giving her something I did not
give them. I would marry her if I could marry them all.

I can hear you women saying now, "Doesn't that sound just like a man.
Saying that when he knows there is no way to do it."

And, you men are saying "why marry her when you already have her
programmed?"  Some of you might even say, "Why buy a cow when the milk
is free?"

All I know is, I meant it.  I would marry all of them, but not one.
And, guys, I don't understand it either.  It just felt right.  

"It would not even have to be a real marriage.  I want to wear a white
dress and march down the aisle," Mary said wistfully.  "I want a photo
album with pictures.  I want memories for my old age." 

"I would rather all of us marry him then just one, even if that one
were me," Angie contributed.  "Could we do that?  Not have a real
wedding, but a pretend wedding where he marries all of us?"

"Not a real marriage?  While I am pregnant?  Oh, my!  That would drive
my mother nuts," Lisa said with a laugh. 

Oh, Lord!  That is an excellent reason not to get married. Lisa's
mother.  I had not even thought of mothers-in-law.  Mary's mother was
dead and had been for many years.  And, Mary was Andy's and Angie's
mother, so she would be my wife and a double mother-in-law.  What a
hoot!  

That left only one mother-in-law, Ethel Phillips, Lisa's mother.
Ethel was mean enough to be four mothers-in-law.  Physically, she was
an attractive women.  Only in her late forties, she was still lean and
athletic, which her daughter inherited. Personality-wise, Ethel was
like the evil stepmother in Cinderella, except the stepmother was
sweeter. 

"Davy, I need to talk to my mother at some time.  She does not even
know I am pregnant."

That will be a conversation.

"Who would give me away?" Andy asked.

"Uncle George would.  He would give us both away."

"My Dad would give me away."

I saw Lisa touch Mary lovingly.

"He would give you away, too, Mary, if you wanted him to do it."  

Mary smiled sweetly and squeezed Lisa's hand.  I relished seeing the
four of them love and care for each other.  We really were a family.

Sex had been forgotten, at least by the kittens.  My hard cock, still
in Mary's pussy, was screaming for attention. The three not riding my
cock I asked to leave the area. I rolled Mary over and got back to
business. Sexy Mary.  She enjoyed it as much as I did.

A call to my attorney the next morning resulted in a call to an
attorney specializing in family law which resulted in a meeting in
Denver.

When we arrived for the meeting, the attorney took a look at the four
of them and asked which one was the bride.  Four hands went up and she
almost fainted.  Zelda, the attorney, was sharp, classy, and dynamic.
When we left her office that day, we had a plan.  We could not marry
unless we moved to a Muslim country which recognized multiple
marriages.  But, we could formalize our relationship in a non legal
ceremony.  

So, we decided to have a non wedding ceremony. We organized and got
after it.   

The guest list would be family and friends.  

Family.  Mary and Andy did not have any family except us.  Angie had
only the Caldwells.  But, Lisa had parents (Peter and Ethel) and Paul,
a brother who was two years younger, and some aunts, uncles and
cousins.  Me.  I had the Wilson legions with a dad, mom, three
sisters, five uncles and five aunts and twenty-six first cousins. And,
that was just Dad's side of the family.  I had two uncles, two aunts
and seven more cousins on Mom's side.  

Friends.  They would be almost everyone we ever met.  I immediately
thought of the Hermit, Mistress Diana, Madame Delilah, Rebecca, Eve,
and several others I wanted to invite.

Since both Lisa's and my parents lived in LA, the two of us hopped a
plane for the coast. As we took off from Denver International, I asked
Lisa, "What would be the most humiliating thing I could do to you?"

"What?" she gasped, her eyes getting that turned on look.

"Think about it."  

I picked up a magazine to read.  After only ten minutes of guessing
and pleading, I told her.  

"I am going to make you strip naked in front of your mother and show
her your rings."

"No!" she screamed.  

In a flash, two stewards and a stewardess were surrounding us,
demanding to know the reason for the scream.  It took a little
convincing before they realized she was not in danger. The attention
was humiliating for Lisa, which made her happy.

"I was teasing," I said in her ear after we were alone.

"Oh," she replied in a disappointed, little girl voice.

We visited my family first, catching up on family happenings before
springing our news on them.   Mom and Dad thought a mock wedding was a
great idea. Knowing my lifestyle, they had given up hopes of a real
wedding for me.  Since I had three sisters, I knew they would have
plenty of real weddings in their future.  

Dad agreed to be the moderator, as we were calling the person who
would conduct the ceremony.   If we had a minister or judge, it would
be a legal ceremony, which, for us, was an illegal ceremony.

All my sisters were thrilled. Abby and Betty asked if they could bring
their boyfriends. Cathy asked if she could bring some of her co-stars
and maybe a professional model or two. We agreed and suggested she
bring males as well as females.  

As we drove toward Lisa's house, our tension level increased, hers
from thinking about stripping in front of her parents, mine from being
with her parents. We turned onto Lisa's street only a few blocks from
her house.

"Looking forward to being stripped in front of your parents?"

"No, but I am a sex slave.  I have to do what you tell me to do."

That was Lisa shorthand, meaning yes she wanted it, but would never
admit it, not even to me.  I know the limits. Thinking about it was
all the fun she was going to have. 

Pete and Ethel were elated to see their only daughter and cordial to
me.  We sat in their den passing family pleasantries until Pete asked
the cogent question.

"Why are you here?"

Lisa turned red and gave me a pleading look seeking help.  I squeezed
her hand.

"Mom. Dad. I am pregnant."

One day I would know what that would feel like. To be a parent.  To
hear those words.  I suspect I will have many daughters since I have
four kittens to bear them.  And, from my sons and daughters, I
anticipate many grandchildren.  But, today I could only observe the
feelings they revealed. 
 I had expected a reaction equal to a small nuclear device from Ethel.
She surprised me.

"Honey, is that what you want?" she asked very softly and with much
feeling.

"Yes, Mom.  It is.  I am very happy about it."

Gracefully, Ethel moved to sit by us on the couch, taking Lisa's hands
in hers, touching her daughter's leg with her own.  Her face was
loving and supportive.

"Then, we are very happy for you.  Thank you for sharing with us." 

"I was afraid you would be angry with me."

"We know Davy is your man, even if we are unsure of your relationship
with him. We were afraid you would lock us out of your life and not
share your happiness with us. Don't ever lock us out, baby."

A tear formed silently, sliding to fall on her breast when she looked
down.  She shook, releasing a sob.  Pete sat by her, pulling her to
him, patting her shoulder tenderly, whispering a reassurance in her
ear. 

I promised myself I would remember the depth of parental love, the
need to be a part of their childrens' lives and the value of their
support, when dealing with my own children.  I did not change my
opinion of Ethel, however.  We had not told them about the faux
wedding.

When we told Pete and Ethel our wedding plans and explained to them
the five of us lived together and slept in one bed, they surprised me
again.  Pete was very non-committal.  Ethel looked at me as though she
wanted to strip off my clothes and rape me. But, they offered no real
resistance to the idea.  Lisa and I were very relieved.

The invitation to our ceremony read:

Mr. David Bertram Wilson cordially invites you to attend a ceremony
recognizing his relationships with Miss Mary Mathews, Miss Andrea
Mathews, Miss Angela Anderson and Miss Lisa Phillips, to be held . . . 

It was held in the ballroom of a lodge.  Knowing working to build
something together is a bonding experience in itself, we had all the
guests participate in the decoration the day of the ceremony.   There
was plenty of food and drink to go around, with non alcoholic
champagne and pickles for those on a special diet.

"We are not on diets, Davy," Angie said.  

"We are eating for two," Lisa chimed in.

"Or, more," Andy giggled.

Dad, as moderator, was standing at the front.  I stood in the
traditional place of the groom with cousins and friends lined up
behind me as groomsmen.  Cathy, Abby, Betty, and Elizabeth Caldwell
served as maids of honor.  I know a wedding normally has only one maid
of honor but this was not a wedding.  Anyway, with four brides you
need four maids of honor. 

The kittens wore identical dresses, with adjustments for fit, of
course.  That part was a particular problem since one of the brides
was showing. The dresses were floor length in an empire style, with
long veils.

All of them were stunning.  But, every bride is stunning on her
wedding day, isn't she?

To traditional music, George Caldwell and Pete Phillips escorted two
kittens each down the extra wide center aisle.

We exchanged vows and Dad read the ceremony the five of us had
written.

I had given each of them identical diamond solitaire engagement rings
for the third finger of their left hands after we had decided to do
the ceremony.  Now, in front of God and everyone, I removed the simple
gold band on each one's thumb and replaced it with a diamond wedding
band on the same thumb.  

I kissed my nonbrides.

After the five of us walked down the aisle to the back and the
groomsmen and maids of honor had followed, the attendees quickly moved
all the chairs out of the way and the band set up. 

We learned later we were not the only one who made plans for the
evening.  Cathy had decided an orgy would be appropriate.  

The crew she brought with her from LA was three gals and four guys,
all of whom you would recognize, and all of whom were beautiful and
horny.  Cathy's plan was to start slowly and build.   But, when one of
her friends, a male model with the face and body of a Greek god,
stripped off his shirt, Elizabeth Caldwell lost her cool and her
virginity as hundreds chanted "go, go."  That got things started with
a bang.

I was told later the young studs decided to have a cock size
comparison contest which ended abruptly when the Hermit pulled out a
whopper.  That led to Cathy and another girl latching onto him.  

I do know my Dad spent the night with Rebecca and George Caldwell
spent the night with Madame Delilah.  Mom ended up with the Hermit
after he had fucked Cathy and her friend into delirium.  I thought
that was ironic since she was Uncle Bert's favorite and he was Uncle
Bert's best friend. I wondered if Uncle Bert had shared Mom with the
Hermit while he was alive, so I asked the Hermit.   He blushed and
stammered, but did not answer.

I am not sure what happened to Patty Caldwell, but she showed up the
next day very embarrassed, with swollen lips and more stains on her
dress than a White House intern.  George, Jr. worked his way through
the girls, including his sister and two of mine.  Paul, Lisa's younger
brother, after announcing he was bisexual, had a mano-mano with the
Greek god.  Elizabeth decided she wanted in, so they sandwiched her,
meaning Elizabeth lost two virgin holes in one night. That seemed to
greatly please her.

Ethel, Lisa's mom, spent the night with Mistress Diana in a makeshift
dungeon Diana assembled for the occasion. Ethel liked it so much she
went with Diana back to New York for a month.

I did not recognize Ethel when she got back from New York a month
later.  Neither did Lisa.   Ethel had lost weight and toned up even
more.  She was wearing only locked six inch heels with thigh high
black stockings and an arm binder.  Diana led her by a leash attached
to a wide and tight leather collar.  But, the reason we did not
recognize her was the leather helmet covering her entire head. She
only stayed a few hours before she and Diana left for the west coast.
Pete was anxious to see his new pet.

I guess most guys hate visits from their mother-in-law.  Let me tell
you about the first time Ethel visited us. It was about three months
after the ceremony.  Lisa and I picked Ethel up at the Denver airport.
The three of us ate at an expensive restaurant and had a lovely,
family visit. Lisa was five months along then and showing nicely. 

When we got to Vail, I put Ethel's things in the back bedroom.  She
handed me the small suitcase she had brought with her, blushing and
looking away as she did.  When I opened it I found a note from Pete
telling me to put her to work.  I also found a maid's uniform.  The
uniform was rubber and fit from the the top of her neck to mid thigh.
It laced very tightly up the back, particularly around the mid
section.  In essence, it was a full length rubber corset. 

I put her to work.  When she left a week later, our house had never
been as clean.  Of course,  Ethel never slept in the bedroom.  She
spent her nights in bondage in the basement where the rest of us
visited her for our amusement and her delight.

I like having a mother-in-law like Ethel.  When she left, I asked her
to come visit any time.  She promised she would.

The five of us did not directly participate in the sex at the wedding
reception except as voyeurs.   Some others did not participate either.
The band was great and many people danced their legs off.  I did make
Lisa pull up her wedding dress and show her father and mother her
pierced pussy to their mutual delight.  

Hours later, happy from the day and exhausted from the activities, we
rode to our house hanging off  the sides of a pumper fire truck
courtesy of the Vail Volunteer Fire Department.  The fireman hit the
siren and sounded the horn as he wound through the streets.

Our living room had been stocked with munchies and mock champagne.
The mink rugs from all three houses had been brought to Vail to cover
the floor, making a soft bed for us.  Scented candles provided our
only light. 

The kittens excused themselves.  In a moment, they returned.  As you
know, normally we are naked in our house, whether sleeping or
visiting.  Tonight, my kitten-brides wore matching, floor length sheer
nightgowns in white, which rustled suggestively as they knelt around
me.

Sometimes being clothed in more sexy than being naked. I had never
seen four more sexy women in my life as they knelt demurely, legs
together, hands folded in their laps, eager and happy faces turned to
me. 

I extended my hand to Angie.  

Angie.  My newest kitten.  The only one to came to me a virgin. The
one still learning and growing as a sexual creature and in her kitten
skills.  The one most shy, although I knew she would one day be as
open and eager as her sisters.  When she stood, I picked her up and
carried her into my bed.   I took her slowly and gently as she purred
like a kitten and responded in a heated and energetic desire. I took
my time with her, slowly teasing and tantalizing until we consummated
the ceremony.   When she was spent, I carried her again to the living
room.

I extended my hand to Lisa.  

Lisa.  My different one: dark haired, green eyed, with her leaner
body.  The one who desperately needed to be submissive, to be
humiliated occasionally. The one who so easily could become a world
class slut, fucking every thing with a cock, but who was very happy
with me.  The one who came to me as a willing slave, accepting my
commands and my weight although not programmed.  After carrying her to
my bed, I bound her arms and legs to the headboard, spreading her
wide, with her bloated and pierced pussy fully displayed.  I took some
photos of her that way as I called her a slut.  After making her beg
to be fucked, I consummated my union roughly.  She cried in her joy,
tears still on her face as I returned her to the living room.

I extended my hand to Mary. 

Mary.  My oldest kitten, the mother of Andy and Angie.  My kitten
leader. My rock. My stoic one.   My Rolls Royce, with whom sex was
smooth and dynamic. The one who most truly accepted without question
and was comfortable with her position as a sex slave, happily doing
whatever I asked of her.  The one who would never seek or want another
man, but would fuck an army if I asked, enjoying it as much as they
did. The one who still seemed to be able to see my thoughts. I carried
her to the bed and lay beside her. She snuggled against me as my hand
slipped down to raise the hem of her gown.

"Davy, before we make love, may I say something, two things really."

"Of course, kitten."

"I said I loved you but Bert was my great love.  Remember? At the
Hermits.  I just wanted you to know I don't feel that way any more.
It is not that I love Bert any less.  It is that I love you more."

She brushed away a tear that somehow was on my cheek, then kissed me
with a passion and depth which melted my soul. 

"And, Davy, please cum in me tonight. I am ovulating.  I do want your
baby."

"I planned to do that.  I can read the calendar, too," I said with a
smile.

When I carried Mary back into the living room, the others were all
asleep, in a little, warm pile as kittens sleep.  As I lay Mary beside
them, she wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear.

"I am pregnant.  I could tell immediately with the girls and I can
tell now.  Oh, Davy, I am so happy."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I just can feel it.  You watch.  I will be throwing up in the
morning."

That left but one with which to celebrate our ceremony. 

Andy.   

Sweet, delicious, delightful Andy.  The first.  Yes, the dearest.  If
I had only one to choose, it would be Andy.  She knew that as well as
I.  But, we both tried to make sure the others did not know it.  Andy.
My Porsche, hot, flashy, fun.  The one who loved me completely,
totally, as only a few blessed men are loved by a woman.  The one who
would die before she let another man touch her.  The one who was
modest unless it was with me, then her sexuality exploded without
bounds or restraints. My imp.  My soulmate.  My true love.

She was apparently asleep, on her side with her five month pregnant
belly resting against Angie's back.  Gently, I slipped my arms under
her to carry her to my bed. 

"Not tonight, dear. I have a headache."

"What?" I asked in astonishment.

"Kittens can't say that, but wives can.  I may say that a lot."

I laughed as she rolled over to face me.  She wrinkled her nose and
giggled.  Her hands slipped around me, pulling me down on her as her
eyes flared with heat and love.  She crushed her mouth into mine with
a wild and dynamic kiss. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I carried
her into the bedroom.

When I placed her on the bed, she set up and yanked her nightgown off,
throwing it to the floor.   She lay back with her legs spread. When I
lay beside her, she began stroking my back. I put my ear to her
stomach to listen to the life growing in her.

"What are we going to name them?"

"I am still working on the names' list."

"Well, hurry up! I want to start calling them by name."

"Anything else you want, little mother?"

"I want a pickle."

I moved to stand, but her fingers wrapped tightly around my cock.  She
had that sweet but hot, innocent but devilish, and always sexy smile I
loved so much. 

"Sweetheart, this is the pickle I want."


THE END


Dear Readers,

I have received many e-mails from many readers.  From a small group, I
have received multiple e- mails.

I wish to thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for contacting
me and for your words of support.  It has meant a great deal.  Without
it, I would not have expanded and significantly rewritten this piece
which is a work I did last year.

I encourage all readers to write an author if they like what he or she
is doing (or, even if you don't like it).  Such feedback is
appreciated more than many readers realize.

Even now that My Inheritance is finished, I would appreciate hearing
from you, positive or negative.

Thank you again for following the adventures of Davy, Andy, Mary,
Lisa, Angie and the other kittens and characters.  I hope you enjoyed
it.

Best wishes,

E. Z. Riter

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