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   Copyright 1998 by E.  Z.  Riter.

   Please!  Give me your comments.

   E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com

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

   MY INHERITANCE

   Chapter 51

   Angie

   The bedroom of our suite smelled like sex, but we had a small orgy in it
and the odor was to be expected.  I was on my back in a deep sleep. 
Someone was curled against my left side, her arm over me, her breasts and
pubis jammed against me, her breath warm on my neck.  Someone was curled
against my right side in the same position and with the same effect. 
Someone was between my legs, sleeping contentedly, using my inner thigh as
her pillow.

   The problem was someone else was pounding on the door of the suite.  I
extricated myself from the pile to the accompaniment of unhappy muttering,
found my trousers, and stumbled toward the door as I put them on.  The
clock read one.

   A beautiful young women stood at my door.  It had to be Angela Anderson
since, at first glance, she was Andrea Mathews, who I knew to be asleep in
my bed.  A second glance showed the differences between the twins.  Where
Andy was tanned and trim, Angie was pale from her winter in Michigan and
carried a little more weight.  Where Andy looked happy with a twinkle in
her eyes, Angela looked mad as hell, almost demented, and on the edge of
mental collapse.

   "I want the bitch who says she is my mother," she said without so much
as a hello.

   She stormed past me to the bedroom and turned on the light as she
entered.  The three kittens came awake with a start.

   "My sister!" Andy said, stumbling out of bed to embrace her twin.

   Angela appeared shocked by Andy's nakedness and incensed by her
approach. She shoved her away.  If she had any feeling of love for Andy, it
was well hidden.  I expected Andy to be hurt, but she turned to me with
fire in her eyes.

   "Get a dose ready.  We are going to program her now," she said.  Then,
she gave me a big, sexy smile and batted her eye lashes in mock submission.
"If that pleases you, Davy."

   I grinned back at her.  I told you there was steel under the softness.

   Angela was standing at the end of the bed, glaring down at Mary and
Lisa, both of whom lay there totally exposed.  Open mouthed, Angela stared
at them, as if trying to comprehend their nakedness and occupying one bed.
I felt sure the nipple and pussy rings surprised her, too.

   Angela knew which one was her mother.  The truth is, except for a few
lines of age on Mary which I found to be sexy and appealing, the three of
them could have been triplets.

   "Why did you abandon me, you goddamned bitch!" Angela screamed.

   "I did not abandon you, baby.  Please!  Let me explain!" Mary replied as
she started to get out of bed.

   "Go to hell!  I hate you for abandoning me!  Never, ever contact me
again!  Stay the hell out of my life!"

   Andy grabbed Angela by the shoulders, but Angela yanked away.

   "Look at me, Angie.  I am your sister.  I am you," she pleaded.

   "I hate you even more then I hate her because you are the one our Mother
chose and I am the one she gave away!  You go to hell, too!"

   Angie's voice was cold as ice, hatred and resentment spewing forth with
every syllable.

   I could understand Angie's anguish from her feeling of abandonment.  It
must be horrible to think your mother is dead, to grow up without her, only
to find she is alive and has never once tried to see you.  As great a
horror as that is, finding out she kept your twin but left you can only
compound your desolation.

   And, I can understand Mary's sorrow.  I prayed I would never experience
anything that devastating.  The loss of a child, particularly when the
child is somewhere in the same country but you cannot see her, must be as
deep a pain as that which was ripping Angie apart.

   Often, this type of deep psychological rift can take years to heal. 
Fortunately, I could do something about it.  I would have acted even if
Andy had not demanded I act.

   As Angela turned to leave, Andy seized her in a full nelson and fell
back on the bed with Angela struggling and screaming on top of her.  Lisa
held Angela's legs and Mary held her head as I poured the chemical down her
throat.  As always, she relaxed and her eyes rolled back in her head when
the chemical hit her system

   I programmed her as follows:

   "Kitten Angela, I am Davy, your man and your master.  You are my slave.
You belong to me.  I call my slave kittens and you are my kitten.  You love
me with all your heart and mind, as you hoped in your wildest dreams you
would some day love a man.  You are loyal, devoted and caring, wishing only
the best for me.  You want me to be happy.  You obey my every command.  You
are docile.

   I love you.  You have no doubt as to my love or caring for you.  My love
for you is what you can always rely on.

   You love Mary, Andy and Lisa deeply and fully, for they love you that
way.  The four of you share a deep affinity and caring.

   You fully realize and appreciate how much you are cherished and loved by
the four of us.

   Any resentments you feel toward any of us will be held in by you.  Those
feelings will come out in discussions with all of us after we return to
Colorado.  Then, those resentments will disappear, forever vanquished from
you.

   You will never reveal your programming or your status as my kitten to
anyone, but you will be aware of it.  Being programmed will be natural to
you.  You will understand its benefits and welcome it.  You will protect
and preserve the status and integrity of our relationship.

   I can alter your programming at any time by giving you the command
'Kitten Angela.  Programming adjustment.' Programming will be complete both
this time and in the future when I say, 'Kitten Angela.  Programming
terminated.' You will then follow your new commands.  No other person may
change your programming.

   Any time you wish something, you may come to me and seek it.  Even if it
is buried in your subconscious, you can relate it to me.  You may always
talk to me, asking whatever you wish and you will know I answer you
truthfully.

   You enjoy being owned by me, being a kitten.  You enjoy sex with me and
with anyone else, male or female, I order you to be with.  You take pride
in your body and your sexual skills.

   You are a loving, kind, caring woman who enjoys life, works hard to keep
herself in physical, mental and emotional condition, is very happy to be my
kitten, and, above all, loves, trusts, and wishes to please me.

   I repeat: You obey my every command.  You are docile.

   Kitten Angela, programming terminated."

   Mary hugged me as tears flowed down her face.

   "Thank you, Davy, for thinking of me," she murmured as I hugged her
reassuringly.

   "Help me," Andy grunted as she struggled to get Angie's dead weight off
her.

   I lifted Angie to the head of the bed, propping her up on pillows.  Mary
and Andy sat on each side of her, holding a hand.  Lisa and I sat by her
feet.

   You probably noticed I programmed Angie differently than I programmed
Lisa.  Particularly, I twice told Angie she would obey every command and be
docile.  First, Angie is a different person with different circumstances
than Lisa.  More importantly, I wanted to have a greater control of Angie
than I did the others until her subconscious had an opportunity to
percolate these problems and sort through them.  Mary summarized that for
all of us.

   "Davy, it may be a few days before the programming takes full effect. 
When there is a great conflict and the programming is new, her brain has to
work through the problems."

   "We will give her that time.  It will be okay, Mary."

   "I know, my love," she whispered, squeezing my hand.

   It was three or four minutes before Angie's eyelids fluttered.  She
looked at us, focusing on each in turn.  She looked at each of us again,
this time calling our name as if associating name and face.  Then, she
stared at me.

   "You are Davy?  You are my master?"

   "Yes, Angie.  I am."

   "I am your kitten?"

   "Yes, Angie.  Do you understand what being a kitten means?"

   "Yes.  I am your slave.  I belong to you.  I am to obey every command
and to be docile.  But, you love me, too, and I love you.  I love you more
than I thought imaginable.  It is confusing."

   "It will become clear to you over the next few days.  I have some new
jewelry I want you to wear."

   She lay still as I fastened the necklace, bracelet and anklet on her,
and put the ring on her thumb.  She was exactly Andy's size and the jewelry
fit perfectly.  She stared at the thumb ring.  Then, she stared at me.

   "I do not want to be your slave.  I do not want to obey you." She shook
all over, like a dog when it is chilled.  "What is it you wish me to do,
master?"

   "When I say sleep, you are going to sleep, a deep and very restful
sleep. In the morning, we will gather your belongings at the Caldwell's
house and leave to go home."

   "Home?"

   "To Colorado.  To my home, where you will live."

   "I live here, in Grosse Pointe.  I can't sleep in Colorado.  I can't
sleep here.  I have no nightgown."

   "We sleep naked, Kitten Angie.  I want you to undress."

   "No.  No man has ever seen me naked.  I will not do it."

   As she spoke the words refusing the order, she removed the sweatshirt
she was wearing.  Then, she unzipped her jeans.  She stopped and covered
herself, turning to prevent me from seeing her.  It was as if her body and
her mouth were controlled by two different brains.  She was saying what she
would have said unprogrammed, but following my instructions.

   "I order you to remove your bra and panties," I said.

   "No," she replied, but she removed them slowly.

   Angie was white, softer and a bit heavier than Andy.  But, Andy was a
skier and hiker while Angie was a college kid in Michigan.  She first tried
to cover her nakedness, body curled, arms covering, with her side turned to
me.  But, seeing the other three kittens naked and comfortable with it, she
slowly relaxed until she stood without apparent embarrassment.

   I was glad the living room of the suite had a couch which made into a
double bed.  That king sized bed in the bedroom would not hold all of us
comfortably.  Stiffly, Angie lay down when I ordered her to do it.  Her
face reflected her fear as I looked down at her.  I tucked her in bed and
kissed her cheek.

   "Now.  Kitten Angie, when I say 'sleep', you will fall into a deep,
restful, pleasant sleep.  In that sleep, your subconscious will work on
your programming and on your feelings, coming to realize your programming
is correct and best for you.  You will sleep until you hear me say, 'Wake
up, Angie.' Then, you will awaken happy and fully rested."

   "I am a sex slave.  Why aren't you going to fuck me?" she asked,
shivering again, face devoid of emotion.

   "Sleep, Kitten Angie."

   Her eyes closed and she was asleep.

   "May I sleep with my sister?  It would be like a slumber party," Andy
said, eyes bright and wide.

   "Yes, you may.  However, I order you to sleep as soon as your head hits
the pillow."

   "Spoil sport," she muttered, crawling into bed.  She maneuvered until
she was pressed against Angie.  She was careful not to let the pillow touch
her head.  She smiled at me and winked before laying her head down.  She
was instantly asleep.

   I commanded Lisa to sleep also, leaving only Mary and me awake.  Mary
cuddled up against me.

   "Thank you for everything," she whispered.

   "You're welcome.  Do you want to go to sleep?"

   "What are my alternatives?" she asked as her took my soft cock in her
hand.

   Since I had several alternatives, it was a while before she and I went
to sleep.

   In the morning, I let Angie sleep until the rest if us had showered and
were dressing.  Her spirt was better thanks to a good night's sleep, but it
was still obvious to me that the mental and emotional conflicts were
warring inside her.  I did not expect it to stop overnight.  I knew time
was on my side and patience would prevail.  However, she appeared serene
and calm which was definitely an improvement over last night.

   I instructed Andy, Lisa and Mary to wear jeans and pullover cotton
sweaters.  All four of them wore the kitten bracelets on their left wrists.
They all wore bras since I did not want to blow George's mind with all that
female pulchritude.  It was going to be hard enough (pun intended) for any
male who saw the four of them in their skin tight jeans and revealing
sweaters.

   George, Patty, George Junior and Beth were all eagerly waiting for us
when we arrived at their house.  We had a pleasant but tear racked
breakfast as the Caldwells said goodbye to Angie.  The four of them cried
at losing her, but they understood she wanted to be with her mother and
sisters.  Of course, they did not understand she was programmed that way.

   Angie redressed in her jeans and sweater to match the others.  After
packing some of Angie's things to take with us and preparing the rest for
shipment, we said our goodbyes and headed for the airport.

   We boarded first, which delayed the other passengers since the four
argued about who would sit with whom.  I sat Lisa by Andy and Mary by
Angie, across from each other in the first row of first class.  I had the
left aisle behind them.  I enjoyed watching all the boarding passengers
trying not to stare at my four kittens.  Sitting next to me was a nice guy
in his fifties.  He smiled and said hello before pulling out his laptop.  I
did not hear from him again.

   The flight was uneventful, as was the drive from Denver to Vail.  During
that time, Mary, Andy and Lisa took turns visiting with Angie.  Angie spoke
little and then usually in response to a question from someone else.

   When we arrived in Vail, I sent Andy and Angie on a short tour of the
town and the grocery store.  While they were gone, I asked Mary if anything
interesting had occurred in their conversations.  She replied in the
negative.

   As always, dinner was excellent and relaxed.  We visited after dinner as
usual.  When it was bedtime, I sent Angie into the second bedroom to sleep,
once again instructing her subconscious to work on the issues.  I crawled
into my bed with my three kittens.

   The next morning was a blah, with all three kittens in a blue mood.  The
day did not get better.  Angie was lethargic and uncommunicative.  I could
not understand why she was not responding properly to her programming.

   That night I left them to talk and hit a bar.  Things got better there
when I found a women I remembered as being on the "Triple A" list.  Luck
was with me and her husband was out of town.  So, I shacked up, which is
something I had not done in a long time.

   When I sneaked into my bedroom about two, there were four kittens in my
bed.  They were stretched out side by side.  It was a beautiful sight to
see not only for the physical beauty but because it meant some progress was
being made by Angie.  I quietly slipped out and crashed in the bedroom
Angie had been using.  In a few minutes, I heard the patter of feet.

   She pulled back the bedcovers and slipped in by me.  I felt her mouth
around my cock, sucking gently.  When he got hard, she eased him into her
pussy and sighed, putting her head on my shoulder.

   "I love you," she whispered.

   "I love you, too," I answered, as I rolled her over.

   She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her, groaning as I
fucked her long and hard.  She came at least three times before I let
myself cum in her.

   "Don't pull out.  Stay on top of me," she murmured in my ear, her legs
locked to hold me in her.

   We fell asleep that way.

   I awakened with Lisa kneeling on my bed with a mug of hot coffee.  She
let me have half of it before taking it for a refill.  Mary returned with
the coffee this time.  As she knelt by me, I slipped my finger through her
pussy ring and tugged.

   "Unless you plan to fuck me, don't do that," she said with a grin.

   "I would love to fuck you."

   "You are a horny tom cat.  Twice last night wasn't enough?"

   "How did you know about the other one?"

   "I tasted her on your cock.  Who was she?"

   "Brenda."

   "Oh.  Charlie must be out of town again.  Bert used to love to fuck
her."

   "Well, do I get fucked?"

   "Of course, my love."

   I turned to put my mug on the side table.  When I looked back, Andy and
Angie were standing there.

   "Good morning, kittens."

   When they answered, it hit me.  Andy's voice was positive, with a
musical lilt.  Angie's was passive, a monotone again.  I had programmed her
incorrectly.  I had programmed her to be docile.  As much as I liked
fucking Mary (or any of them), it was time to begin the dialogue with Angie
to exorcize her demons.

   We began after breakfast, all five of us sitting in a circle in the
living room.  I changed Angie's programming, removing the docile command.

   It took all day, with food being brought in and short restroom breaks.
The tears and crying were severe.  The hugs and touching were greater,
however.  By the end, I felt Angie, Mary and Andy had worked out the family
problems well enough that future problems would be bumps, not hills.

   Part of what came out that day was Angie's sexual history, which I found
to be very interesting.

   Think about it.  They were identical twins but raised completely apart
without knowledge of each other.  One was raised by a mother, the other by
a father.  One in a rural setting, one urban.  What would you expect
Angie's history to be?

   I knew what I expected.  Since Mary was so open sexually and Andy was
sucking cocks at thirteen, I expected Angie to be a wild and wanton little
slut.  Remember, Andy might have been if she had not been programmed by
Uncle Bert.

   Angie was a virgin.  Once, she had sucked a boy's cock, but she was in
college before she did that.  She had been making love with Elizabeth, her
cousin, for two years.  It began as curiosity, expanded to mutual
masturbation and ended as girl-to-girl sex.  While Donald had been very
puritanical with her, and the Caldwells were, as George had, conservative
sociologically, neither must have extended their sex prohibitions to same
sex activity.

   Interesting, isn't it?  All three of my kittens enjoyed sex with other
women.  And, it was the only kind of sex Angie had experienced.  I wondered
if all females were naturally bisexual, or if circumstances had created
these situations.  Were these situations anomalies?  Or, did they occur all
the time?  How about us men?  Are we naturally bisexual?  Like I said. 
Interesting.

   That night, I lined my kittens up to be kissed.  All were naked except
Angie.  I received my standard eager, deep tongue kisses from the three. 
Angie kissed me like I was a Dutch uncle.

   "Davy, if you like, I will teach her how to kiss," Andy said with the
devil in her eyes.

   "I can handle it, but thank you."

   "One more night alone, Angie.  Tomorrow night you will be in my bed," I
said.

   She blushed, but her eyes were hot.  She started to say something, but
stopped, turning even redder.  The programming was really kicking in now
that the block of the other problems was out of the way.

   "As you sleep, think about what will happen tomorrow, Angie.  Think and
dream," I said, kissing her again.

   In the morning, I was awakened to whispers and the smell of coffee.  Two
kittens were kneeling on my bed.

   "This is the way we awaken him.  If he in near the edge of the bed, we
kneel on the floor.  If he is in the middle of the bed, we kneel next to
him.  Like this, with your leg against his.  Keep your knees apart so he
can play with your pussy if he wants to."

   "Does he want to a lot?"

   "Oh, yes.  Now, say 'Good morning, sweetheart.  Here is your coffee.'
After you hand him the mug, kiss him on the lips.  Be sure to let your
nipples drag across his chest.  He likes that.  Ready to try it?"

   "I guess so."

   "That was not very positive."

   "Sure.  I am ready."

   I felt movement as Angie maneuvered closer to me.

   "Good morning, sweetheart.  Here is your coffee."

   I opened my eyes.  Can you imagine any sight in this world you would
rather wake up to than Andy and Angie naked and kneeling on your bed?

   As I took the mug from her, Angie was a bright red.  She leaned over and
kissed my lips.  For an instant, a nipple touched me.

   "No.  Drag them.  Do it again."

   Andy pushed down on Angie's back as Angie kissed me again.  This time
her nipples dug furrows in my chest because they were hard as diamonds.

   "Better.  Now, sit without speaking and await his pleasure."

   As I sipped the hot coffee, I slipped a hand between Angie's legs.  I
let my fingertips tantalize her thigh from knee to crotch before I stroked
her pussy lips with one finger.  Her lips were already swelling with
desire, which pleased me greatly.

   "Andy, he is doing it.  Oh."

   "Feels good, doesn't it?"

   "Yes.  Oh, Andy, Andy.  His, finger, is, is, going, in, me."

   "Tilt your pussy towards him, not away.  Make it available to him."

   Andy was pushing on Angie's ass to direct her pelvis in the direction
she wanted.  I slipped my finger out of her and held it up.

   "What does he want?"

   "Lick his finger clean.  Not like a popsicle.  Take it in your mouth
like it was cock and suck and tongue it.  That's right."

   The first half mug had wound its way to my stomach and I was able to
talk.

   "How are you this morning, Kitten Andy?"

   "Wonderful, Davy.  How are you?"

   "Fine, thank you.  And, how are you, Kitten Angie?"

   "Wonderful, too, Davy."

   "What would you like to do today, Angie?"

   She turned a beet red and glanced at Andy, who smiled at her.  Angie
looked back at me.

   "I would like to become a real kitten," she replied with a sensual grin.


   "Good.  It is time."

   "It was time last night," jumped from her lips.  "Oh, sorry, master."

   I was so pleased she was eager.

   "Have you told your mother?"

   "No.  Why?"

   "Go tell her.  And, get me another cup, please."

   Do you remember how you lost your virginity?  I remember losing mine. 
In fact, I told you about the Stevens sisters.  Remember?

   Losing your virginity is something everyone remembers.  Angie will be
able to remember more easily than most.  We made videos.

   Mary, as you recall, had been lying next to Andy when Uncle Bert took
her virginity almost three years ago.  Either programming or some quirk in
the human brain made her forget they videoed it until Angie losing her
virginity was imminent.  I would not let Mary show Andy's video.  I wanted
today to be Angie's day.

   Lisa manned the camera.  Mary and Andy were on either side of us.  Angie
was on her back, legs open, feet firmly planted on the mattress.  She was
shaking she was so nervous.  Or, was it excitement?

   I had been kissing and playing with her, whispering sweet nothings in
her ear.  I could tell she was very eager for this to occur.

   "Its okay, honey," Mary said solicitously, stroking back Angie's hair.

   "She will be fine, Mom, won't you, sis?" Andy chimed in, bright as a
chipmunk.

   "The camera is ready, Davy, whenever you are."

   "Go ahead, Davy.  Fuck her!  Let her know how good you are!"

   "You will love this, baby.  Just relax."

   "Should I start filming now?"

   I felt like a porn star in a really cheap production with three
directors.  I must admit I was comfortable being watched during sex since I
fuck a kitten with the others watching, but Angie was not use to it and I
did want her first time to be wonderful.

   Andy grabbed my cock and pulled me toward Angie.

   "Unhand me, kitten!  Now, the next one who speaks or touches or
interferes has to leave the room.  Understand!"

   I received three recalcitrant "yes, sirs" and blessed peace.

   I moved over Angie, feeling the tip of my cock bump between her legs. 
She was smiling up at me radiantly.  She slowly took in my face in both her
hands and gave me a sweet, long kiss.

   "I guess it is my programming, but this seems so right.  I never
envisioned it this way.  A man I call my master.  My family watching me as
I lose my virginity."

   Her hands slid down my body towards my crotch.  I felt her take my cock
in her fingertips to guide him into her.

   "A woman dreams of her first man.  She imagines a knight on a white
horse or a movie star.  You exceed my dreams, Davy.  Is that the
programming, too?  Whatever it is, I want to belong to you.  I want to be
your kitten."

   I kissed her again as she tilted her hips a fraction, lodging my cock in
the entrance to her love tunnel.  She raised her legs, knees bent, until
her knees almost touched her breasts.

   Slowly, letting her adjust to me, I pushed.  Her hymen had been long
lost, probably to Elizabeth and a vibrator.  I felt her pussy spasm around
my cock as she took me in.  I trapped her knees under my arms, her biceps
in my hands as anchors.  Her eyes were glazed and watering as she groaned.
I began to fuck my new kitten.

   I felt the sweat start, saw in her face that instant when she was so
sexually electrified being fucked was the only thing which mattered to her.


   "More, Davy.  Faster," she whimpered, arms locked around me.

   "Now, Davy.  OH SHIT!  FUCK ME, YOU STUD!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!  RAM MY
PUSSY WITH YOUR COCK!  HARDER.  OH GOD!  OH GOD!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!  I'M
CUMMINGGGGG!"

   Yes, she was Andy's identical twin.  Both of them screamed like banshees
when they orgasmed.  I knew I would program her to be a kitten or a dove or
a lady, just like Uncle Bert had programmed her sister.

   And, like her sister, Angie wanted to be fucked until she could not
stand anymore.  She sweated, she moaned and whimpered and raved.  She
fucked back as hard as she got.  What a fuck she was!  Natural talent like
her mother and sister.

   When I was ready to cum, I slipped my arms behind her knees and lifted,
raising her so my cock was straight down with the head on her cervix.  I
pumped her full of cum.  She knew what I was doing and why I was doing it.

   "I can feel your seed in me.  Make me pregnant, Davy.  Give me your
baby!"

   It was Andy who made sure none of that seed in her went to waste and
Lisa who did the same for my cock.

   So, now we were five.  In alphabetical order, Kittens Andy, Angie, Lisa
and Mary.  And one always horny and happy tom cat named Davy.

   To be concluded . . .

   Please!  Give me your comments.

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