Chapter 43: Decision

When the Hermit said he wanted Lisa to suck his cock, we all froze, none of us moving an inch. Even the gentle thrusting of Lisa’s hips and her sucking of the Hermit’s thumb stopped. She popped his thumb from her mouth to stare at me.

We all realized where the Hermit was going with his conversation. He would want all of them. I began to shake as the sweat oozed from my pores. My pulse accelerated, my head pounded.

While Lisa enjoyed being given to others, it had always been under my orders. Being ordered to do it released her desire so she could participate in wild sex without guilt. Mary had been shared for her pleasure and mine, usually to reach a specific goal rather than just for sex. She enjoyed it but could easily live without it. But, Andy had always been adamant that she was only for me.

But, what they wanted was not really relevant. What did I want? Did I want the formula more than I wanted them? Which would you have wanted more?

“How many kittens do you have, Dave?” he asked in a pleasant, business like tone. But, his eyes were not pleasant. They were glacial pools.

“Three thousand.”

“Three thousand. Well, then, you would not miss three. I tell you what. Give me these three. I mean give them to me permanently. I will give you the formula and you can leave now.”

“Do it!” screamed Diablo in my head and my mouth opened but no sound was emitted. I was sweating profusely now, with the dry desert air evaporating it immediately, leaving my skin prickly. The war was being waged in my head for control, control of me, and through me, of my kittens. I felt slightly nauseous and my knees were weak.

I saw the faces of my three women: two kittens programmed to obey, and one slave, a volunteer wanting to belong to me.

In moments of great stress, time seems to stand still, or at least slow to a snail’s pace, so each and every nuance is clearly recorded and analyzed by your brain. Time slowed now in that way.

Lisa, who was on her knees with her legs spread, dropped the chain attached to her clit hood with which she had been stimulating herself. Gracefully, she rose and straightened her clothing while her eyes held mine. Her bell tinkled as it fell between her calves, swinging from the chain. She had a look of cold resolve I had not seen from her in a while.

Mary had been kneeling by me. Her face had a sad expression, mouth tight, lips compressed, as if locked in a deja vu which was painful. I wondered if she had gone through this hell with Uncle Bert and knew exactly what was inside me as she always seemed to do. She was slowly shaking her head, telling me not to do it.

I stood and Andy stood with me. She pressed up against me, straddling my thigh. I could feel her leg rubbing against my cock and my leg against her pubis. She put her arms around my waist and buried her head in my shoulder, her golden hair soft against my chin, her breasts soft on my chest. She squeezed me tightly, holding on for dear life. The Hermit still had those hard eyes locked on me.

Andy stepped back. She had a worried, intense expression on her face.

“Sweetheart, are you thinking about accepting his offer? I mean, are you thinking of trading us for the formula?”

Was I thinking about it? Did I so want a formula allowing me to make any women a kitten, any man a neutered lap cat, that I would trade all three of them, Andy, Mary, and Lisa, for it? Diablo and the Doc were screaming in my brain, demanding I take the formula, pushing my own natural self which would have taken the three of them over the formula in a minute.

I am programmed to think rationally, clearly and deeply. My genes and my upbringing are not of a power seeking nature, yet, I was considering it. Andy could read that in my face. I did not need to answer her.

“Oh, Davy. I am your woman, your kitten. Remember that first day we met? I told you I was going to be with you the rest of your life. I said I would bear your children. I told you I would make you the happiest man on earth. Remember?”

“Yes.”

“I meant it, sweetheart. I am yours. I will do all those things for you, but I will not be given away.”

Her back was straight, chin set, eyes loving but unbendable. Her resolve was complete. Like so many women, there was steel under the softness. That strength was showing through now.

“A woman is supposed to help her man, support him, stand by him in times of troubles like these. I have always stood by you. I am standing by you now even though you have been very mean to me the last few days. I understand now why you were mean and I forgive you.”

She smiled lovingly and ignored my non responsiveness.

“Sweetheart, may I do something I think will help clear your head?”

The devil dog was screaming for me to say no. I shoved him back toward that dank corner where he should always be and nodded my head affirmatively.

I have told you a lot about Andy and by now you know her almost as well as I do, except I have the fun of actually experiencing her. She is a skier, an outdoors type with a beautiful and strong body. She also has quick reflexes as you might expect from someone so adept at skiing. I saw her hand move. I saw the tiny shift of her weight from her heels to her toes.

My face felt like it had been stung by a thousand little ants as I fell back from the force of her slap. I reached to rub my left cheek as my head rung and my face throbbed. I saw the loving, caring laughter in her eyes and the wry smile on her lips.

“Does that help clear the cobwebs, sweetheart, or should I slap you again? I will do it if I think you need it.”

“Not again,” I replied, still rubbing my face.

“Please, one more. You do deserve it.”

I did deserve it but one was quite sufficient. It helped me lock the devil dog in his cell in the back of my mind. For the first time in days, I saw what I had. I had treasures beyond the formula, treasures beyond what any other man had. I smiled at them. Lisa smiled back at me.

“I am not programmed. I am here by choice. I will not be given away,” she said softly.

“I am programmed but I have some free will. I will not be given away either,” Mary said.

“What is your answer, Davy?” the Hermit barked.

I could not remember the last time I had a thought without Doc or Diablo intervening. The raw compulsion for power had been eating at me and driving me. Oh, I still needed the formula to rescue Cathy but I would not let that need be an excuse to obtain the formula for other purposes. That would be the power controlling me. I took a deep breath, a long, deep breath of fresh, clean desert air. I could feel the anxiety of the struggle flowing out of me like water from a leaky bucket.

They all three came to me, surrounding me, bodies against mine, arms around me, hands stroking and reassuring me, their warmth and softness engulfing me.

I felt my own ego reasserting itself, shoving aside the dark side of my being to take control again. I was reenergized as the weight of the power struggle lifted away. But, the removal of that weight made me almost giddy.

I began to cry and they cried with me. I felt their bodies shaking. Their tears wet my shirt as mine wet their hair. Who says guys should not cry? This was a good cry, a cleansing cry, reflecting the making of a decision and the relief from stress and tension that decision afforded.

When my tears finally ceased to flow, Andy gently stroked my cheek where she had slapped me. She took the end of her golden hair and dabbed away my tears, drying my face with her hair. I kissed her long and slowly. Then, I kissed Mary and Lisa in the same way. I had not felt this good in weeks.

I had almost lost it. I had been so close to doing the wrong thing. You know the elation you feel after some very difficult task in finished or difficult decision is reached, and you feel so damn good about it and about yourself, you could pop? That is the way I felt at that moment.

No wonder Uncle Bert had been emphatic in cautioning me. I gained new respect for him for having overcome his own devil dog. I pulled Mary’s head back to look into her tear streaked face. She was reading me and I could tell she believed it was going to be okay now, that the good side of Dave Wilson had defeated the bad. That alone gave me renewed confidence and vigor.