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CAMP - Part 1 - Ron Begins His Journey
Chapter 1: Dawn, In More Ways Than One
Ronald Chaffey was 13 when he finally realized he was, shall we say, unique.
Ronald, or Ron to everyone except his mother when she was angry, was a
quiet, unimposing kid. He was by no means ugly, but wasn't really handsome
either. Plain was the best word to describe him. Not a jock, but fit,
because he liked to swim a lot. Not competitively, but just for recreation.
He was somewhat of a bookworm, though nobody ever called him a nerd. He had
black hair, which he kept short, a fit body, and a quick mind. He didn't
have many friends, mainly because he was very shy. He always worried about
other people rejecting him. What he was about to discover didn't help that
impression very much.
Ron had always noticed he was able to get his way with his family and his
few friends very easily all through life. He didn't really think about it
much, it was just the way things were. Ron was the middle child in a family
of three kids. Dawn, his older sister, was 15, and a real looker. She was
tall and slim, with shoulder length dirty blonde hair, a beautiful pair of
tits and a nice ass. She always acted superior, but she looked out for Ron,
and was always willing to give in to him during an argument. His younger
sister, Nikki, was something of a pain. She was always whining about
everything. Nikki was 10, and going through her "me" phase. Actually, to Ron
it seemed as if she had been going through her "me" phase since about age 5,
but nobody cared what he thought about it.
Ron didn't realize that he was not just a normal kid. Ron was a very special
individual: a true psionic, and a rather strong one at that. He had been
manipulating minds since the day he was born, without any effort at all. Of
course, until that one fateful day that happens to all psionics, he knew
nothing of it.
That fateful day finally came while Ron was walking home from school. There
was a gang in his junior high school that took great pleasure in beating the
crap out of smart, unpopular kids. They hadn't gotten around to Ron yet, for
whatever reason. But today was his day.
"Hey Chaffey, where ya goin'?" The biggest one, Dale, strode right up to him
and blocked his path.
"I'm going home, Dale. Could you please get out of my way?"
"Ooh. Big words, tough guy. Why don't you make me?"
Now, Ron was in no way capable of handling Dale. Dale was 16 and still in
9th grade. He was a weight-lifter, and a martial arts student. Ron knew he
either had to find a way to talk himself out of this, or he was going to get
hurt. He really didn't have high hopes for talking, though.
"Look, Dale, I just want to go home. Now get out of my way." As he said
those last words, a funny feeling filled his head, and Dale took on a
peculiar look. For a moment, he feared Dale would deck him, but all of a
sudden, Dale turned to his friends and said, "Ah, let's go. He's not worth
the effort."
His friends followed after him, but Ron could tell from the looks on their
faces that this was not what they had expected Dale to do. Ron walked home
in total confusion. 'Why had he turned away? And what was that feeling I had
just then?'
When Ron got home, he headed for his room. His mother called up to him,
"Ron, honey! Your Dad will be here to pick you up in an hour!"
"Aw, shit." Ron muttered to himself. His dad was the last thing he wanted to
deal with now. His father had divorced his mom when Ron was 10. Over the
past three years his dad had tried to turn him against his mother. His
father was a real jackass, one of those white-supremecist, anti-semitic,
has- the- solution- to- everything assholes who have no clues about reality.
He never understood why his mom had married the guy, and was just as glad he
was gone. The court had given his father, Mike, visitation rights, and Mike
followed them to the letter. Ron headed downstairs to talk with his mom.
"Mom? I'm really not in the mood to deal with Dad this weekend. I've told
you how he is."
"Now, Ron. I know you're not happy with the situation, but the judge gave
him the right to see you."
"Yeah, but what happened to MY rights? Where's my right NOT to see HIM?"
"Ronald, don't you use that tone with me, young man! Now you get ready to go
with your father. Now."
As his mother turned her back, Ron felt that weird feeling in his head
again. He was never sure why he said what he said next, or why he said it
with such confidence. "I am NOT going with Dad today, or any more. You and
he will just have to deal with it."
His mother turned around, hand raised to slap him for his insolence, but as
soon as she saw his eyes, she froze. It wasn't the emotion she saw there,
for there wasn't one. It was simply as if she could not resist what he had
said.
"Okay, Ron." She lowered her arm to her side, "If that's what you want, I'll
tell your father."
"Thanks Mom. I'll be upstairs in my room."
As Ron was about to leave, she called out, "Make sure you do your homework
before you watch TV."
"Okay." Ron headed for his room, more confused now than he was when he got
home. Well, not entirely. He was smart, and he was beginning to see a
pattern.
'Everytime I get the funny feeling, people do what I tell them to. Wait, I'm
missing something: Mom didn't do what I said until she looked at me. Hmm. I
wish I could experiment, but I don't know how to make the funny feeling come
back.' He needn't have worried about that: the funny feeling was only the
use of the power. The power was always there, but he didn't know that yet.
He thought about it for about forty-five minutes, and was starting to
understand some strange events of his life, when he heard yelling from
downstairs.
"Don't you tell ME I can't see my son, you bitch!"
"He doesn't want to see you, Mike. I can't force him to go."
"Then why isn't HE here to tell me that? You're just making this up so..."
He stopped, because he saw Ron at the bottom of the stairs.
"Ron, what the hell is going on? What has this bitch screwed into your
brain?"
"Nothing, MIKE. I have decided that I'm not going to listen to you badmouth
my Mom anymore. Just because you don't like her, that's no reason I should
have to listen to you talk mean about her."
"You listen here, mister! You will refer to me as -"
"Fuck you!" Ron's mother turned white at that, and Ron wasn't sure he looked
much better. He had no idea where this all was coming from. He knew swear
words, of course, but he never used them in front of his parents, for
obvious reasons. Right now, it didn't seem to matter, though. He had that
feeling again. "I've had all of you I'm going to take! I AM NOT going to go
with you, now or EVER again! Leave this house NOW, and don't ever come
back!" Ron finished, and he was sure that if he had been looking in a
mirror, his expression would have cracked it. He was wrong.
Mike looked into his son's face and saw... nothing. There was not the
slightest hint of anger or rage, despite his raised voice. Somehow, he felt
compelled to do exactly as his son... ordered. There was no other word for
it. "Ronny... what are you saying?"
Mike was stronger willed than most; he needed more 'encouraging'. "Leave
this house. NOW! Returning would be a very bad idea." Ron left that
statement hanging, and was gratified to see his Dad hurrying out the door.
He looked at his mom and asked, "What're we having for dinner?" He wasn't
trying to be cool, he was trying to change the subject.
"Um... I don't know yet. Uhhh, Ron? What...."
"What is it, Mom? Are you worried about Dad?"
Ron's mom either figured Ron had no clue as to what was wrong here, or she
didn't want to discuss it. "What would you like to have for dinner?"
"Ummm, hey, we haven't had pizza in a while. And you look like you had a
rough day at work. Why don't we just have a couple of them delivered?"
"A couple? Are you THAT hungry? Or did you forget that neither of your
sisters will be home for supper?"
"Oh, that's right. Sorry, I'd forgot. Why don't I order it, while you go
take your shower and stuff."
"Okay, that's fine. I'll leave the money on the table. Be sure to call me
when it gets here." She started to go upstairs, then she stopped, turned,
and said, "Ron?"
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Thanks for sticking up for me with your father."
"No sweat. You know I never liked him, Mom."
"Okay. Order the pizza now. I'll be in the shower." She continued up the
stairs, but she was still puzzled by the events of the day.
She wasn't the only one. Ron was thoroughly confused now. He ordered the
pizza, then sat down to watch some television. He never even managed to turn
the set on, so engrossed was he in his thoughts.
'Okay, the feeling seems to come when I want it to. Or maybe it comes when
I'm angry? No, that's not right. I wasn't angry at Dale: I was terrified.
Maybe it just needs a strong emotion. Let's see, there are lots of strong
emotions. Hate, Anger, Rage, Happiness, Love, Lust....'
That last thought seemed to come unbidden. So did the picture of Jessica
Simmons that popped into his head. Jessica was in his history class. She was
a slim, brown-haired, green-eyed beauty. She didn't have much in the chest,
but she made up for it with her legs, ass, and face. She was always teasing
Ron. He wanted madly to ask her out, but he knew it was futile. She'd never
say yes if he asked, but, more importantly, he'd never have the courage to
ask. 'But what if I could make her go out with me?'
He let his thoughts wander along this tangent until the pizza arrived. The
only conclusion he'd come to was that he needed to think about it some more.
And maybe practice a bit, if that was possible.
Dinner passed without incident, mainly because neither of them wanted to
talk about... it. After dinner, Ron excused himself up to his room, and his
mother watched some TV.
For the next four hours, Ron's thought pattern went something like this: 'If
I can make people do what I want... But how do I inspire a strong emotion in
myself on command? And why do they only obey, if that's what's happening,
when they look at me? What else am I missing? Who do I try this stuff on?
It's got to be someone who won't talk... Maybe Dawn and Nikki? They might
tell Mom, though. But not if they didn't know what was going on. What could
I make them do? Well, Nikki could be nicer to me... Dawn's okay, but she's
always putting me down... What about Jessica......' At this point, he fell
off into fantasy until he regained himself and started all over again.
Ron's mother went to bed at 11:00. She came in and gave him his usual hug.
Just for the hell of it, he added a kiss on the cheek tonight. Purely
innocent, something she would write off to the unusual day. Neither she nor
Ron knew it was a precursor of things to come.
Ron got back on track to his problem. Though he was an excellent student,
and his best subject was the Sciences, nothing he'd ever read helped him
here. He did remember something from a psychology book, something about
hypnotism.... No, this wasn't the same phenomenon: too quick, and too
forced. At least, he didn't think so. He decided to try some small
experiments when Dawn got home. Nikki was staying over at a friend's house,
so she wouldn't be around to get in their way. It was Friday night, so his
mom didn't really care how late he stayed up.
Dawn got home around 11:30. She'd been out with her girlfriends, to the
movies or somesuch. She stopped in Ron's room, since his door was open.
"Hey, Ron, " she said quietly, "I thought this was your weekend with Dad?"
Ron tried to control his voice. He was still upset about this evening. "I'm
not going with that bastard anymore. I'm tired of listening to him talk
about Mom." As he was saying this, he was concentrating very hard on his
sister. It was dim in the room, with only a small light on, so she couldn't
see him staring. In his head, he was trying to tell her 'place your left
hand on your right shoulder.' This was an important test: he needed to know
whether or not his... power? ... was real, and, if so, could he do it
silently, or did he have to make his commands vocal.
"Good for you, Ron. None of us liked Dad those last years. At least Nikki
and I were lucky enough that he didn't want to see us. I really feel sorry
for you, having to deal with him these last few years." As she was talking,
her left hand idly strayed up to her right shoulder. Not being a totally
unnatural act, she didn't really notice. And she couldn't see the look of
utter astonishment on her brother's face.
"Thanks, Dawn. Well, I guess I should get to bed. How about you?" He didn't
want to press his luck just yet, and he needed to think about his next
moves, so he wanted her out of the room.
"Well, yeah I need sleep, but I've also got a project for school to work on.
I don't suppose I could trouble you for some help tomorrow?" His sister was
the first to admit that her younger brother was far more intelligent than
she was.
"You know the rules, Dawn. I'll be glad to help you. For a price."
"Yeah, OK, OK. What this time?" This was standard procedure. He'd probably
have her doing his chores for a week. It didn't matter: she really needed
the help.
He had other ideas in mind, but he couldn't tell her that. "Well, we'll see,
depending on how much I have to do. Now, go on, Sis. I've gotta get some
sleep. That fight with Dad really wore me out." He knew playing on her
sympathies would work: it always had.
"OK, bro. Talk to you in the morning." She left for her room next door, and
he closed the door. Well, almost. He knew his sister wasn't going to be
asleep for at least another hour. He wasn't sure he'd be getting any sleep
at all.
'I found out three things from that. One, whatever this is, really is. Dawn
never does that motion on her own, or at least I've never seen her do it
before. Two, it works silently. Finally, and most confusing, it worked with
her not looking at me. But Mom didn't react until.... Oh, wait. All the
times this has worked, it's not that they were looking at me, but that I had
a mental image of them. Hey, that's it! But, wait. Is that the right answer?
Damn. I wish I had a way.... Aha!'
Dawn was quietly reading some information for her project. She didn't want
to take advantage of Ron, she just needed his help. Ron was your typical
straight "A" student; he even tutored students five months out of the year
to make extra money. He certainly could help her with this.
Dawn was wearing her nightgown, with a light robe over it. Absently, she
pulled the robe off and set it on the bed. She continued her reading, but
presently she felt the need to go to the bathroom. Normally, she would not
have left her room without her robe; she was very conservative about her
body, but this time, for whatever reason, she chose not to bother with it.
She walked out of her room to the bathroom.
'YES!!!! It works! Calm down, Ron, it could be a coincidence. Never mind
that it is something she's never done before, it could be spontaneous. Well,
maybe, but if phase two works...'
Now Dawn was confused. She finished up in the bathroom, and looked herself
in the mirror. The look she saw on her face was oddly blank. For reasons she
would never be able to verbalize, she pulled off her nightgown. Now she was
completely naked. She took a long look at her body in the mirror on the back
of the door. 5'7", slim, fit, 36C breasts, beautifully sculpted thighs, and
an ass that wouldn't quit. She was proud of her body, but also very
protective of it. She never went around the house without being fully
covered, in at least her robe, or shorts and a T-shirt. Tonight, however,
she opened the door and walked slowly, proudly to her room, carrying her
nightgown over her shoulder.
'Fucking awesome! Damn, she has got one hell of a body. I wonder if I
could... Ooh. she would be so fine. And that would be an ultimate test. If I
can get my sister to fuck me, without telling Mom afterwards, then maybe I
can go after Jessica...'
Dawn made it back to her room, and Ron lay down to make his plans for
tomorrow. His mother had a business meeting, Nikki wouldn't be back till
late Sunday, so it would just be him and Dawn tomorrow. If all went well, he
would exact a high price for helping her with her project. With these
thoughts, Ron finally drifted off to sleep.
Morning came very quickly for Ron. It seemed as if he'd only been asleep for
a few minutes. He took a look at his alarm clock, and he knew his mother was
already gone for the day. He thought over his plans for the day before
getting out of bed, stroking himself all the while. He stopped that quickly,
not wanting to waste anything. He did wonder how he had gone from normal kid
to pervert in less than a day, but then reminded himself that any teenager
with the power he seemed to have would do the same damned thing. That
satisfied him, for now, and so he set his plan in motion.
He headed for the shower, knowing his sister had just finished up with hers.
He stepped into the shower, and let his body warm up to the hot water. Then,
he tilted his head back, and started forming an image....
Dawn was brushing her hair. She was wondering what Ron would want from her
for his help. All of a sudden, Dawn had an image of Ron that she had never
had before: One of him wet, lathering himself in the shower. Next, she saw
his cock, hard as iron, pumping away in her pussy. The call was
irresistible. She thought to herself, 'Maybe he'd be interested in my
services, too...'
Dawn got up and walked to the bathroom, still completely naked from her
shower. She slipped quietly into the bathroom. She could see Ron's shadow
through the shower curtain, and she knew that he tended to space out while
showering, his mind always thinking about something. She stepped to the back
of the tub, lifted the edge of the shower curtain very carefully, and
stepped inside. The air was hot and steamy, but she had a clear view of her
brother's backside. She admired the view for a minute, then, with a
tentative hand, she fondled his asscheek.
Ron knew he had to pretend to be surprised, but his body almost betrayed
him. He faked a jump, half-turned and said, "What are you doing, Dawn?"
"Ron, um... I don't know how to say this. I need your help with my project,
and... well, I thought maybe..." By this time, she had turned Ron all the
way around, without much resistance on his part. As her words trailed off,
her hand reached down and stroked his cock.
"Are you proposing a trade of services, Dawn? Just what are you suggesting?"
He was having fun, now. He realized that she thought this was HER idea. This
was a new twist. He'd have to figure out why later. Right now, his mind
was.... elsewhere.
Dawn had kneeled in front of him, and, without a word, she had started
jacking his cock in her hand. With her other hand, she gently fondled his
balls. When she planted a kiss right on his piss-hole, he shuddered.
"Oh, yeah, Dawn. Suck it, suck it hard."
And so she did. Dawn took as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could,
swirling her tongue around it and sucking for all she was worth. Her cheeks
were caving in from the vacuum, and Ron knew he couldn't take much more of
this, but he really didn't care. A few more moments, and he came, squirting
what felt like buckets of come down her throat. She swallowed all of it, and
kept sucking until she got it all. Then she stood up, pressed herself
against him, and said, "Have we got a deal?"
"Um, yes I think we can come to some sort of agreement, Dawn." It was very
hard for him to talk just then, but somehow he managed. She didn't help any
by giving him a kiss full on the lips, either.
"Well, I'll let you finish your shower now. I'll be downstairs. Tell you
what, I'll make scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast, okay?"
Dawn rarely made breakfast for him, which was too bad, because she was good
at it. He wasn't about to pass up this opportunity. "Alright! Thanks, Dawn.
For... all of it."
She just gave him an impish smile and left, going to her room to get
dressed. In the middle of buttoning her blouse it finally hit her. 'Oh my
God! What the hell did I just do? I just blew my own BROTHER! Shit, what if
he tells Mom? I mean, he didn't stop me, but I nearly raped him in there!
I've got to get him to promise not to tell, no matter what!' She couldn't
know what his price would be, and she wasn't prepared to pay it, but she
really didn't have a choice in the matter. After all, it hadn't been her
idea in the first place.
Breakfast was a strained event. Ron had to at least act like something odd
had just happened. The hard part for him was not dancing down the stairs to
the kitchen. He realized that she thought the whole thing was her idea, but
he had no clue as to why. However, he could tell by the look on her face
that reality had settled firmly back into her head, and she was upset, and
afraid. This could be useful, he thought.
After breakfast, they got to work on her project.
"What's the project for, Sis?"
"It's a biology project, I've got to demonstrate the Crabs cycle, or
whatever." She was horrible with science terms.
"I believe you mean the Kreb's cycle. That shouldn't pose too much of a
problem, though I haven't studied that sort of stuff in a while. Let's see
what the assignment is..."
They worked for hours. It was a complicated assignment, and he knew that,
under normal circumstances, he would have gotten her to do his chores for at
least two weeks for this. However, he had different goals in mind. All day
long, he had been forming images of her completely undressed, screwing him
madly. This kept his sister off balance, unfocused, and got her very horny.
Around 3:00 they wrapped up the project.
"Well, that's about it, Dawn. I think you can handle the final write-up,
don't you?" In his head, he was forming pictures of her throwing him down on
the bed and ripping his clothes off.
"Yeah, I can do that, no prob. Now then, I think you deserve your payment
now..." She moved close to him, placed both hands on his shirt, and ripped.
He was only wearing a thin T-shirt, so it ripped pretty easily, except for
the collar. She tore this off over his head, and pushed him back onto the
bed. He decided to play this one up a bit.
"Wh-what are you doing, Dawn?"
"Quiet, Ron. I'm just fulfilling our bargain." She tore at his jeans until
she got the belt undone and his pants off. He was trying not to cooperate
TOO much, but it was hard. Now that she had him naked except for his
underwear, she started on her own clothes. For this, he "imaged" her taking
her time, trying to turn him on. Not that this was necessary: his cock was
hard as a rock and straining at his briefs as it was. Slowly she peeled off
her T-shirt, leaving her bare-chested. 'Oh, geez, what a view', he thought.
Next went her shorts, and finally her panties. 'Much better than the view
last night.' Now, carefully, she worked his underwear down his legs and off.
She lay on the bed, her head right at his crotch, and again she started
licking his cock.
Ron reached over and fondled his sister's ass. Just the right combination of
soft yet firm. He didn't want to push his luck, but he just HAD to touch her
pussy. Slowly, he reached down and stroked lightly across her lips. Her
reaction was immediate and favorable. He continued this until she sat up.
"Okay, Ron, baby. It's time I paid you for your help." With this, she
straddled his waist and slowly lowered herself onto his dick, guiding it in
with one hand, while her other hand massaged one breast. Her tunnel was
heaven to Ron. All the things that were pleasure were wrapped up in this one
sensation, and God was she Tight!
Slowly, teasingly she lowered herself down until their hips met. Then slowly
she'd raise herself back up until just the very tip of his cock was inside
her. She kept this up for a while, until she had brought herself to a point
where she was about to explode. All of a sudden, her movements grew much
quicker. Ron reached up and started rubbing her tits, paying special
attention to the nipples, which were standing at full attention by now.
Dawn's actions became frantic, until, all of a sudden, her back arched, her
body froze, and her mouth opened in a silent wail of ecstasy. Her pussy
muscles were squeezing and milking Ron's cock for all it was worth, and he
couldn't take any more. His come spilled forth from his dick with the power
of a fire hose, or at least that's what it felt like.
Slowly, they both came down from their climaxes, and cuddled together on the
bed, Ron's shrinking cock still buried in his sister's pussy. His sister was
finally coming back to reality, and Ron saw the look of terror appear on her
face.
"Ohmigod! Ron, what have I done! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." She paused,
because she was confused by the look on his face. "Ron? What is it?"
"Dawn, you've been a very bad girl. What do you think Mom would do if I told
her what you just did?" Ron was enjoying his new power over his sister, and
this part had nothing to do with.... the Power.
"Oh, Geez, Ron, Please NO! I'll do anything, Anything! Just please don't
tell Mom!" Dawn was almosted panicked by now, so Ron thought he'd let her
off the hook.
"Okay, okay, Sis. Calm down. I won't tell Mom, but there is a price. From
now on, you do as I say. You won't put me down anymore, and you'll be a lot
nicer."
"Okay, sure. No problem, Ron."
"I'm not through, Dawn. There's one more thing."
Dawn wasn't sure she wanted to hear the "one more thing". "W-what is it,
Ron?"
"You and I will do this," and he gestured to the bed, "again, and whenever I
want it. Otherwise, I just might have a conscience attack, and tell Mom."
"Ron, NO! You can't..." And then it started to dawn on her [::: author's
note, pardon the pun :::] that he had been in no way surprised by the day's
events. 'But how? I mean, I've been thinking all this stuff. I never said
anything. He's got me. I don't know how, but he's got me.' And, she silently
admitted to herself, it hadn't been half bad. Her brother had let her do it
at her pace, which was a lot better than any of her boyfriends.
"Okay, Ron. You win. But, from now on, we'll need to use protection. You
know, a condom."
That thought had never occured to Ron. He really didn't want to get his
sister pregnant. That involved far too many complications that he was not
prepared in any way to deal with. "Shit. I hadn't thought of that. What
about today?"
"Don't worry about today, there's very little chance. It's the wrong time in
my cycle for it. But there is still a very small chance it could happen. If
we're going to....do it.... more often, we'll need to use protection. I
can't go on the pill without a doctor, and he won't do it without Mom...."
She didn't have to go any further. "So you'll need to wear a condom from now
on."
"Okay, I can live with that. But you have to buy them. That is another part
of our bargain." His sister screwed up her face at that: she didn't want to
be seen buying condoms, but she nodded her assent.
"Good. Now, I've got to go watch MacGyver. Talk to you later."
As Ron left the room, his sister sat thinking about the day. 'I don't know
how he did it, but I've been well and truly had. Oh, well. There could be
worse things...' The memory of their recent coupling still fresh in her
mind.... and other parts.

Chapter 2: School Days - I Wish Mine Had Been Like This
Ron figured to let his sister alone for the rest of the day, at least. His
sister wasn't stupid: he knew she was beginning to suspect what had really
happened. So, he figured he'd let it cool off, at least until he had done
some more, "research".
The next day was Sunday, a traditional day for lounging about the house not
doing much of anything. The Chaffeys were not a religious family, so there
was no bother with church. Ron got up around 9:00 or so, and went down to
have breakfast. As soon as he got there, he saw his mother sitting at the
table having her breakfast. On some strange impulse, he went over and gave
her a kiss on the cheek.
"Morning, Mom. How was your meeting yesterday?" It had been out of town, and
she hadn't gotten back until after he had gone to bed.
"Morning, Ron. It was your usual garbage. Nothing really ever gets
accomplished in a board room, you know. You seem awful chipper this morning.
Have you been picking on your sister again?"
Uh-oh. What does she know? What does she suspect? He tried to play it
casual. "No more than usual, why?"
"Well, she seemed a little upset when she came down. She didn't eat any
breakfast, and she went back to her room."
"She's probably still working on the final write-up for her project." Ron
hoped this was it, otherwise he could have a problem. He was starting to
realize that if anybody found out about his power, he could get into real
trouble.
"Well, maybe so. Still, could you try to be nicer to her for a few days? No
need in stressing the family out. Oh, by the way, I have to go get Nikki at
noon, she wants to come home early, for some reason. While I'm out, could
you pretty please wash the dishes?" His mom always knew how to get to him.
"pretty please" mixed with her tone of voice could make him do just about
anything.
"OK, OK. Sorry, I know I was supposed to do 'em yesterday, but..." He
trailed off, not knowing how to say he was too engrossed with the idea of
fucking his sister.
"Yes, I know, 'other things'. Well, just try to get them done sometime
today, okay? Might as well wait till after lunch, though. " With that, she
got up, put her dishes in the sink, and headed upstairs to get dressed. Ron
watched her go, watching her ass sway underneath her robe. 'I wonder what
she looks like without it.'
Ron was washing the dishes when his mother returned with Nikki. It was
obvious even before he saw her that she was in a bad mood. He could hear her
as soon as she walked in the door.
"...And she shouldn't have said that!" She stormed into the kitchen and
slumped into a chair.
"Now, honey. This isn't really that bad. C'mon, you know that you two will
make up sometime about Wednesday, and you'll have forgotten the whole thing
by next weekend. Why work yourself up like this?"
"Not this time! I'm never speaking to her again!" Nikki got up and ran to
her room.
"What's with her?" Ron asked.
"Oh, Tammy said Nikki's boobs were too big, or something like that, and
Nikki, well, you know Nikki." Nikki was rather overly sensitive about such
remarks. Nikki was better endowed than most 10 year olds, but they weren't
"too big". At least, Ron didn't think so.
"Guess I'll be avoiding her for a while."
"Ron! Now that's not nice."
"Sorry. But she can be a real pain when she gets into one of her moods." 'Of
course,' he thought, 'I could change her mood...' "Anyway, I'm done with the
dishes. Anything else you need me to do?"
"No, that's it. Thanks, Ron."
Ron headed upstairs. He was going to go to his room and play on his
computer, but decided he needed to talk to Dawn. He went past his room, and
knocked softly on her door. "Dawn? Can I come in?"
"I guess so." She didn't sound very enthusiastic. As Ron opened the door,
she was lying on her bed, on her stomach. Ron had a very good look at her
legs and her ass. He wanted to have a serious talk with her, but the hard-on
now raging in his pants was making his mind just a little cloudy.
"What?" She didn't sound at all like she wanted to talk.
"I was just wondering what's eatin' you. Mom said you were upset about
something, and you haven't been out of here all day. What's up?"
"What do you care? You're gonna get what you want, right? Or you'll tell
Mom." 'Ah,' thought Ron, 'so that's what this is about.'
"Look, Sis. You and I made an agreement. I am not going to let you out of
it, but I'm not going to overuse it, either. You are my sister, and I don't
want to hurt you, but I AM a teenager, and I do have... urges... from time
to time." He was working very hard at resisting one of those urges right
then. He wanted very badly to plant his hand right on her ass, but that
would not have helped the situation, and he knew it.
Dawn rolled over onto her back and looked at him. "So, what's it going to
be? Once a day? Twice? How often will I be punished for my mistake?"
'Mistake? Why does she think.... Aha! She really believes this was entirely
her idea! She thinks she finally gave in to a sexual urge of her own. That's
what's bothering her. How do I relieve that without spilling the beans? I
don't want her to become a messed up person.'
"Look, Sis, I know you feel bad about this, but really, I'm not sure you
should be blaming yourself for all this. I'm sure that somehow I am at least
partly responsible. I mean, it's not like I tried to stop you or anything."
Hardly. "I think you're beating yourself up over the whole thing. If you
just relax about it, you might even enjoy it.
"That's the part that worries me, Ron. I might really start to enjoy it."
"Nothing wrong with that." He grinned, "I sure as hell did." He had finally
found the right thing, the words that somehow triggered in her confused
mind. She gave him a beautiful smile. And, something else? An invitation,
just in the eyes. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips. She kissed
back, soft, sensuous. This kiss was the best they had shared, for it was
solely her idea.
It was Sunday, and there was nothing on TV. He had, however, taped some
programs during the week that were on while he was at school. One of them
was Spenser: For Hire. He liked the idea of being a private investigator,
someone who could figure out who did what to whom. This particular episode
was about a guy who had amnesia, and there were bad guys trying to kill him.
He got to thinking.... 'Amnesia, Hmm? I'd never thought of that. I wonder if
I can make somebody forget stuff. I've been able to do almost everything
else I've tried...' He had tried to get a sparrow to land on his hand, but
it had completely ignored him. He figured his power must only work on
people. He thought about how, when, and most importantly, who. Then it came
to him.
'Nikki! She'd had a fight with her best friend, Tammy. Mom was right, they
would probably make up by Wednesday. But what if he could make her forget
the event entirely? Then they might get back together quicker, which would
keep her out of the house more often, which would get her out of his hair...
'Yes, that's something that has very little risk. If it doesn't work, she'll
never know anything happened. If it does work, she'll be gone more often."
He walked down to Nikki's room, and was about to knock. Then he realized
that he really had nothing to say to Nikki, and that just standing there
staring at her would be very odd behavior. He decided to stand outside the
door and try his experiment. He wasn't sure how to visualize this one,
though.
He struggled for five minutes before giving up. He finally realized he was
just going to have to chance it. He knocked on her door.
"What!" She always seem to be saying "Go Away" with that answer. Ron opened
the door and walked in.
"What do you want? She just glared at him from her desk, where she was doing
some homework. He looked her straight in the eye, and she seemed to go a
little blank. Not zombie blank, just a sort of "I'm not really paying
attention" kind of blank.
"Nicole, you will forget that Tammy insulted you. You will forget that you
were offended by her remark. You will not remember what she said to you, nor
why you left her house early. You will think you left early so that you
could finish your homework. You will not remember me telling you any of
this, but you will obey it all." He added the last part from something he
remembered in a story about hypnotism. He thought it might work here. It had
in the story.
Ron looked away, and Nikki blinked. "Well?" she demanded.
"I was just wondering how come you came home early from Tammy's, that's
all."
"Well, if you MUST know, I've got this assignment due tomorrow."
"Mom said you were upset about something Tammy might have said." This was
the acid test. This was as direct a question as he dare ask.
"Huh? No. Nothing of the sort. We just didn't have much to do, and I had
this homework, so I decided to come home early. You must've heard Mom
wrong." She wouldn't dare to blame her mother for the error.
"Okay. I just thought I'd ask." With that, he turned around and walked out,
a huge grin on his face. 'Another test, satisfactorily completed.'

Monday morning, and Ron was in school. All of a sudden, he became very aware
of all of the people around him. Furthermore, he was aware of what he could
make them do. Instead of a feeling of power, however, this scared the shit
out of Ron. 'I can't let ANYONE find out about the power I've got. If anyone
catches me, I'm dead meat.'
As Monday wore on, Ron became more and more aware of his formerly
unthought-of ability to influence people. This was how he had always been:
people just naturally "wanted" to agree with him. But now, after the weekend
he'd just had, it seemed extremely unnatural. But, as of yet, he'd found no
way to turn his power off.
Even more upsetting were the things he thought he was starting to hear. Just
whispers, really, from the people around him. Always about him, like there
was some big secret that he didn't know, and everybody knew he didn't know,
and they were talking behind his back, but when he'd look, no one was
talking at all. 'What in the hell is going on? Am I going crazy now? Is that
what this all was? The beginning of some kind of... what did that book call
them? some kind of "psychosis"?'
Every time Ron heard the whispers, he would try to listen in, but he
couldn't seem to make out the words. As the day wore on, however, he
realized that they were getting clearer. He was actually starting to make
out something other than his name by lunchtime. As he walked through the
cafeteria, he heard the following:
'..... There goes that geek, Ron....'
'.....Why Dale didn't beat Ron up.....'
'....Maybe I could get Ron to help me....'
He paid special attention to that last one. He tried to figure out who it
had come from, or where. It was starting to sink in to Ron's already boggled
brain that what he was hearing weren't conversations, but thoughts. 'Well,
well. So it looks like I can read minds, too. Neat.'
History class came, and he looked over at Jessica Simmons. 'Soon, Jessica,
you and I will have some fun.' Just then, Mrs. Hayes, the history teacher,
walked into the room. Up until now, Ron hadn't paid a lot of attention to
Mrs. Hayes' body, so enamored was he with Jessica, but today's outfit
grabbed his attention. There was no reason for it to, for it was the same
tight-fitting sweater and knee-length skirt combination she wore most days,
but today her outfit was electric blue, and it simply drew his eyes right to
her.
Mrs. Hayes was 5'8" tall, slender, with an ample bust and well-defined legs,
at least what Ron could see of them. Her chest strained her sweater quite a
bit, and Ron wondered for the first time if she wore a bra. Her light brown
hair flowed down to her shoulder blades and framed a beautiful, round face
with big, round eyes, and an open expression. Her lips were small, almost
pouty, and her nose was just a touch too small for her face. Somehow, it all
combined to give her the kind of look that makes men melt. Ron wasn't
melting. As a matter of fact, certain parts of him were doing anything but
melting. He found it very hard to concentrate on her lecture, as his eyes
roamed her body. He even found that he had shut out the "whispers" while his
attention was focused on more tangible things.
Class ended, and everyone filed out. On his way home, he saw his sister
Nikki talking with Tammy outside her school. He walked over, because he
normally walked her home, per his mother's request. Neither of them were
happy about it, but Ron was also unhappy that he was unhappy about it. This
confused even him, but he knew that he loved his sister, it's just that she
was a pain sometimes. 'If Tammy doesn't walk with us, maybe I could change
Nikki a little on the way home.' Just as he finished thinking this, he
arrived where Nikki and Tammy were standing.
"Hey, Nikki. Hi, Tammy. Are you eating with us tonight?"
Nikki found this a perfectly normal question, but Tammy looked at both of
them, confused. "What's with you guys? Nikki storms out of my house
yesterday, and today you guys are asking me to dinner?"
Ron looked at Nikki to see what she would do. Nikki said, "Look, Tammy,
yesterday I just had some homework to do, that's all. Sorry if you thought I
was storming out of the house."
Tammy was clearly very unsure. Ron didn't want to "adjust" her thinking in
so public a situation. "So, are you eating with us, or what?" Ron didn't
really care either way, but he wanted to get home.
"Not today, Ron. Mom is making my favorite for dinner, and it wouldn't be
nice for me to miss it. Maybe tomorrow night."
"Okay, then. You ready to go, Nik?" Nik was Ron's special name for Nikki. He
only used it when he wanted her to know he was in a good mood. It usually
got him a likewise response, but not always.
"Sure, let's go, Ron. See ya tomorrow, Tammy." As they walked off, she told
him, "You're in an awfully good mood for a Monday. How come?"
"I'm not really sure, Nikki. It's just been a pretty good day." They stopped
at an intersection and Ron stood in front of her, quickly checking that no
one was within earshot. He looked straight into her eyes and repeated the
words he'd been practicing for the last five minutes in his head. "Nikki, I
am about to give you some instructions. You will not remember them, but you
will obey them. You will obey all of the instructions I give you until you
hear me snap my fingers twice. Nod if you understand."
Nikki nodded her head slowly, and Ron continued, "We will start walking
again, but you will still obey all of my orders. Nod if you understand and
agree." Nicole nodded again. A lot of this he remembered from his hypnotism
book. They crossed the street and continued walking. By the time they had
gotten home, Ron had made several commands to Nicole, and had repeated them
for emphasis. He was pretty sure she would obey all of them. Some of his
commands were for her to be nicer to him. Others dealt with things she
should ignore if she happened to see them. And a few final commands dealt
with the chores of his that she would now do without being asked. He wasn't
sure how he'd explain this, but he'd figure something out. He snapped his
fingers twice as they walked in the front door. Nikki headed up to her room
to change, and Ron went into the kitchen to get something to drink. He found
a note on the table from his mother:
"Ron: I'll be home late tonight, we have a big project to work on. Please
order in from one of our usual places, ask Nikki and Dawn, and try to make
everyone happy. I won't be home till after midnight. Do your homework, and
go to bed at 11:00. Love, Mom."
Ron had gotten used to his mother leaving these notes for him instead of his
older sister, Dawn. So, it seemed, had Dawn, since she rarely whined about
Mom putting Ron in charge of things. Ron was very mature for his age, and
his mother just trusted him more than his older sister. Ron thought about
Dawn, and immediately began to get a hard-on. 'With Mom out of the house,
and with Nikki ignoring any unusual behavior, all I have to do is convince
Dawn. Maybe while she's in the shower...'
Dawn came home and headed right upstairs. Ron was watching TV, and figured
he'd wait until she was in the shower to go up. After about ten minutes, he
heard the water start. Ron waited a few more minutes, then headed up to the
bathroom. He opened the door quietly, and almost giggled at the
role-reversal from their initial encounter.
As soon as he was in the room, Ron knew something was wrong. Dawn was
definitely not alone. He heard groans from the other side of the shower
curtain, coming from two very distinct voices. 'Dawn and Nikki? how long has
THAT been going on? Maybe this explains some of Dawn's problem.' Ron thought
about what to do, then decided for the direct approach. He walked over to
the shower curtain, and opened it up a ways.
"What are you guys doing?" This was a rhetorical question. Dawn was leaning
against the wall, with Nikki on her knees, lapping at Dawn's pussy. Dawn was
bent slightly, fondling Nikki's breasts. When they heard Ron, they both went
rigid. The look of terror in Nikki's eyes was expected. Ron then looked at
Dawn. The look of fear he saw in her eyes was not expected, and Ron was
unsure of how she was going to react. Then he heard one of those whispers,
this one quite clear.
'Oh, Shit! What will he want to cover this up?'
He knew this thought was Dawn's: He recognized the voice, plus Nicole would
never have thought it. Ron stood back and waited, looking over the two of
them. He belatedly realized that Nicole did, in fact, have a very nice set
of knockers on her, and, although her body was somewhat boyish, she was more
developed than her outfits led one to believe. If his cock had not already
been hard as iron, she would have made it so. Still, he waited for what he
knew was coming.
"Ron.... I didn't want you to find out about this...."
"Dawn- Stop. Just one question. Is this what was bothering you yesterday?
That I might find out about you two?"
"Yes. I don't know what happened between us, Ron. I had almost come to the
conclusion that I was a lesbian."
"A what?" Ron was unfamiliar with that term, though he knew what a 'gay'
meant.
"A lesbian. That's a girl who only likes to have sex with other girls. I
didn't want you to tell Mom. You won't tell her, will you? Please?" Dawn was
begging now, and the pleading look in Nikki's eyes was obvious, too.
"What about you, Nikki? Are you a... a lesbian?"
Nikki found it hard to speak. "I - I - I don't k-know, Ron. I've never h-had
s-sex with a b-boy. Are you gonna tell on us?"
"Well, I don't know. I suppose I should...."
Both girls almost screamed, "No!" Dawn added, "Ron, please. It's not her
fault. I kind of forced her in the start. She's never had any other sex. Mom
would be furious."
Ron thought he had come to a solution. 'Maybe I'll get my first
non-controlled sex here.' "Okay, but, as you know, there is a price for my
keeping your secret."
"What else could you possibly want? " Dawn was afraid she knew, but also
knew it wasn't her choice this time.
"Well, from you, Dawn, I want you to do certain ones of my chores from now
on." That would be all the chores he hadn't given to Nikki. That effectively
removed all duties from him, and gave him much more free time, while
retaining control of the house. "As for you, Nik, well, I don't know how to
say this. Your body is making me horny, and I want to fuck you."
"Ron!!!!" This was Dawn, who was surprised he had been so blunt about it.
Nicole seemed much more subdued, like she was thinking about it. Her
response revealed a level of maturity he hadn't known she'd had.
"If I let you, then you won't tell Mom about us?"
"Right."
"And we can still do this?"
"If you want to."
"Some of the girls at school say that sex hurts."
Ron wasn't sure how to answer this. He looked to Dawn for a little help.
Since she saw that Ron wasn't forcing the issue, Dawn decided to be
encouraging.
"It might hurt some the first time, Nikki. That's because he would have to
bust your cherry. But after that it feels great! And Ron will be gentle,
won't ya, Ron?" She smiled and gave a wink. Ron knew she was cooperating on
her own now, and wondered what that really meant.
"Nik, I'll tell you what I told Dawn. You're my sister, and I don't want to
hurt you. I will be as gentle as I can, but it's still going to hurt this
first time. After that, I think you might really enjoy it."
"Okay, Ron. Why don't you come in here? You're letting all the hot air out."
Ron did just that. He nearly ripped off his clothes, and jumped in the
shower with them. Before anything else happened, though, Dawn had a
disturbing thought. "Ron, what about Mom?"
"She won't be home till late. She left a note."
That was the last barrier that needed to go. Ron was in charge here, and he
had to decide how he wanted to do it.
"Okay, Dawn, I want you to show Nikki how to suck my dick. Nik, watch real
close, so you can learn how."
Dawn kneeled down and began to apply her considerable talents to his
manhood, interrupting occasionally to tell Nikki something. Meanwhile, Ron
was gently fondling one of Nikki's breasts with one hand, and one of Dawn's
with the other. Ron was in absolute heaven. After a few minutes, Ron stopped
Dawn. "If you go any further, I'm gonna blow."
"Go ahead. You're 13, you'll recover pretty quick."
"Okay, if you say so." Dawn resumed her sucking, but was interrupted, this
time by Nikki.
"Can I try, Sis?" This shocked both Dawn and Ron.
"If you like. Why don't you start out just by licking the shaft, like I
showed you?"
Nikki did this, and was joined by Dawn. The sensation on Ron's cock was
starting to be more than he could take. He was thinking of baseball,
algebra, dissecting a frog, but nothing was working. Then, all of a sudden,
a small mouth engulfed about a third of his prick and started sucking, while
her tongue was lashing about the head like a writhing snake. Ron could take
no more. Nikki was a far better cocksucker than her older sister.
"Oh, crap, Nik! I'm gonna cum!" Nikki had been warned about this by Dawn,
but she had decided to swallow it. Nikki kept sucking and licking until Ron
exploded into her mouth, pouring squirt after squirt of come down her little
throat. She licked it all up, and his cock came out clean.
"Was that okay, Ron?" Nikki asked, in her naive way wanting to know if her
brother approved.
"Oh, hell yes, Nik! No offense, Dawn, but she's better than you at that!"
Dawn looked a little hurt, but it didn't really bother her, since she
already knew that: she'd been receiving Nikki's services now for almost a
year and a half.
They fooled around a little more in the shower, and Ron's cock was soon
standing at attention again.
"Looks like you're ready for more, little brother."
Ron was surprised. He'd never gotten a second erection after masturbating.
"Yeah, I guess I am. Why don't we go to my bedroom for the rest, though?
It'll be more comfortable."
They all agreed with that, and, after an abbreviated drying session, they
moved to Ron's room across the hall.
"Dawn, why don't you do to Nikki what she was doing to you when I
interrupted. I need to learn how to do that." Nikki laid on the bed with her
legs bent over the edge. Dawn kneeled down and placed her face at Nikki's
pussy. Ron knelt next to Dawn and observed.
Dawn first ran her tongue up and down Nikki's slit. Then, using her fingers,
she opened up Nikki's pussy and slid her tongue deep inside. Dawn continued
this, again acting the teacher as she would stop for a second to say
something to Ron. Nikki was writhing around on the bed in pure ecstasy by
now.
"Ron, finish this part off. See that little bud? That's her clit, and it's
real sensitive, sort of like the head of your dick. Give it a little kiss."
Dawn moved over, and Ron bent in. He sucked the little nubbin into his mouth
and sucked on it. All of a sudden, Nikki let out a squeal of pleasure, and
went all rigid. Ron continued sucking, flicking his tongue over the little
bud, until Nikki came down from her orgasm.
"That was an orgasm, Ron. Now, I think she's ready to be fucked. Aren't you,
Nikki?"
"I... I guess so." She looked at Ron pleadingly, "Please, Ron, go slow?"
"Okay, Nik." Ron positioned himself at her entrance. He was turned on just
looking at her pussy, completely bereft of any hair. Slowly, as Dawn played
with Nikki's nipples, Ron pressed his cock into her. God, was she Tight.
Finally, he reached her hymen. Slowly, he pulled back out, until he had just
the head of his cock in her. He pushed back in, and out for a few minutes,
until she had loosened up.
"This next part is the part that's going to hurt, Nikki. Once I've done it,
I'll stay still until you tell me your okay. Alright?"
"Uh-huh" There was fear in her voice, but it was hard to hear over the
wanting. Ron had decided the best way would be to plunge in as far as he
could as hard as he could. He pulled his cock out so that just the head was
in, placed his hands on her hips for leverage, and thrust as hard and as
fast as he could. Nikki let out a short scream, and Ron froze, his cock
buried about two-thirds the way in.
"Nikki, are you okay?" He was very concerned that he might actually have
hurt her.
"Yeah, I... I think so. Don't move for a while, okay?"
"I won't move until you say." Well, that wasn't entirely true. His position
was such that he did lean over and suck on one of her nipples. After a
couple of minutes of this, which was only getting her hotter, Nikki said,
"Okay, Ron. I'm ready. But go slow at first."
"Okay, Nik. Here goes." Ron started out with a slow rhythm, until he was
sure Nicole was going to be okay. Then he gradually picked up the pace as
his excitement rose. Dawn had straddled Nikki's face, and Nikki was expertly
eating out her sister. 'Damn! What a view!' Ron could not believe his luck.
'Two women in the same house as me whom I can now screw when I want. I
wonder if I should make it three?' The thought of his mother's ass swaying
beneath her robe yesterday morning, and what it might look like outside of
her robe, sent him over the edge. He came in Nikki with considerable force,
and this sent her over the edge for about the fourth time. Nikki must have
sucked harder on Dawn, because she started coming at almost the same time.
For quite a while, Ron's room was filled with a lot of groaning and moaning.
Finally, they all fell in a pile, limp. Ron made sure to roll off of Nicole,
so as not to hurt her, but he didn't remove his dick. Her pussy was just
such a nice, warm place. They all fell asleep like that.
Tuesday morning, Ron was still apprehensive about school. He was constantly
worried now that he might accidentally make someone do something that would
give him away. He was starting to learn a little control; he was able to
tune out the "whispers" so that he could concentrate on schoolwork, but that
influence he'd always had was still there, ever present. Then Ron finally
realized that, if people suddenly stopped agreeing with him, this too might
be noticed, so he stopped trying to turn this part of him off.
The day was going along smoothly until third period, his English class. As
soon as he walked into the room, he knew he was being watched. Not in the
normal sense that someone looks at you for more than just a glance, but
someone was aware of him as a force to be reckoned with. He took a quick
look around, but he had no idea who or what he was sensing was. This
disturbing feeling followed him throughout the day, and upset him more than
anything else had to this point. He was glad when the school day ended.
He was mildly disappointed to find that Tammy would be eating with them
tonight. 'Then again' he thought, 'Mom will be home, anyway, so there's not
much I could do with my sisters anyhow. How should I deal with Mom? One way
or another, I'm going to have to do something. Sooner or later she's going
to notice that my sisters and I are getting along much better. Do I want to
add her to my collection? I'll have to think about that.'
The night passed without incident, but Ron wasn't sure whether he was glad
for that or not. He did take the opportunity to refine Nikki's orders, now
that she was part of the action. He removed her orders to ignore unusual
activity, and rerouted it to an inability to talk about it with anyone other
than him or Dawn. He realised that both of his sisters were now his willing
sex slaves, but that didn't seem to bother him very much.
When his mother came in to say goodnight and give him his usual hug, and
what had become the usual kiss on the cheek, Ron decided to go one step
further. He stood up and gave her a hug, but instead of kissing her on the
cheek in passing, he leaned back some and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
Nothing that could be denoted as sexual (yet), just a quick peck.
Nevertheless, his mother gave him a very strange look, but she said nothing.
'Interesting reaction' he thought. 'I half expected her to yell at me for
that.' He decided not to worry over this one, but he knew now that he wanted
to add Mom to his group, but in a special way: He wanted her to come to him.
He wasn't sure how to accomplish this, but he knew he was on the right path.
She had allowed him more latitude in the last few days than ever before, and
he was going to push just as far as he could.
Wednesday morning brought a certain dread to Ron. He knew instinctively that
the who or what that had been watching him would still be there today.
'Maybe I should stay home today, have Mom call me in sick. Nah, that won't
achieve anything. Sooner or later, I'm going to have to face whatever it is.
Besides, maybe it's just more power coming out, and it just feels like
someone's watching.' He knew this was wrong, but it felt reassuring to think
it.
As soon as he arrived at school, he knew his reassuring thought was wrong.
Whatever it was, it was external to him. He could feel it, almost tangible
now, pounding on his head like a drum. Then, suddenly, the feeling drew
back, almost ceasing, as if someone realized they were pushing too hard. Ron
was scared now: this ... thing... was acting too much like a person to be
just an "it". He looked around at all the people, but he saw nothing.
The feeling quickly died away into the background as classes begun, but Ron
was unable to concentrate on schoolwork, for he was too busy thinking about
the "watcher" as he had taken to calling that feeling. 'Who is it? And what
do they want?' He would find out soon enough, but he didn't know that.
The feeling disappeared entirely at the end of the day, and Ron was able to
concentrate on other matters. Soon enough, History class came, and when Ron
saw Mrs. Hayes today, he almost fell out of his seat. Her sweater was about
a size and a half too small for her, and he could tell now that she was NOT
wearing a bra. He could see her nipples tenting the material on the front of
her sweater. Her outfit was all black, and her skirt today was quite snug,
ending an inch above her knees, with short slits up the sides to facilitate
walking. Ron gave up on trying to listen to her lecture, and daydreamed
about what he would do if he could ever get her alone. He knew this was
almost impossible, but he was planning for it, anyway. He knew that all the
things that had happened to him over the last week were impossible, too, but
they'd happened.
As the class droned on, Ron started to compare Jessica with all his other
choices, and he realized she really wasn't anything special. He would take
her, but more as a matter of revenge than anything else. She had taunted him
all these months, staying entirely out of reach. Now that he could have her
anytime he wanted, he found her less desirable. He compared her briefly with
Mrs. Hayes, and she lost almost instantly. Her only advantage was
availability, and that wasn't a real big plus.
As the class bell rang ending the school day, Ron was startled when Mrs.
Hayes called his name. "Ron? Jessica? could you two stay for a few minutes?"
Ron had no idea what this was about. He knew he wasn't in any trouble; he
wasn't the sort of kid to do that stuff. Ron and Jessica headed to the front
of the room as the rest of the students filed out.
"Ron, I need to ask a favor of you." Mrs. Hayes began. "I know it's late in
the year, but Jessica has developed some rather serious problems with her
History grades. I was wondering if you would be willing to take her on as
one of your students, and tutor her so that she can get her grades up?"
Ron really didn't want to: he had all the students he needed, and was making
good money already. But, he realized, this would get him an opportunity to
be alone with Jessica, and that was something he looked forward to. "Okay,
Mrs. Hayes. So long as her parents agree with it, I've got no problems. They
do know that all the sessions are at my house?"
"Yes, Ron. They have no problem with that. What night would be best for
you?"
"Well, if her problem is really as serious as you say, she probably needs
more than one night a week. I still have an opening at 8:00 on Thursday and
Friday nights." Ron's tutoring was one hour sessions, and they ended at
9:00, so Jessica would be his last student of the night. That way, anything
he did wouldn't interfere with his other students.
"Okay. I've told them to call you tonight, so you should get a call from
them. Jessica, make sure to tell your parents about Ron's recommendation
before they call, okay?"
"Yes ma'am. I'll let them know as soon as I get home."
"Okay. That's all. You both can go."
Ron was about to leave when he realized he had an opportunity here that he
had just half an hour ago decided was "impossible".
"Mrs. Hayes? can I talk to you for a couple more minutes? I have a couple of
questions about our final projects." This was true, he did have a question,
but it was also a good excuse.
"Sure, Ron. I'll see you tomorrow, Jessica."
"Bye, Mrs. Hayes." She didn't deem Ron worthy of a good-bye, but he was too
busy planning to be upset by that. He was sending all sorts of images to her
now, stuff that he knew would have his sisters climbing all over him. But it
was having no effect. She just sat in her chair and waited.
'What the hell is going on? Have I lost it? Or doesn't it work on adults?
Maybe I should try a different way...'
Ron sent out a command. 'Massage your breasts.'
Slowly, Mrs. Hayes' hands moved up to her breasts and started kneading them.
This was very attractive, but Ron thought something else would be more so.
'Grab the bottom of your sweater and raise it over your head.' Again, she
did as instructed. The view was incredible. While her face was obstructed by
the sweater, he had a clear view of the mounds on her chest. And heavenly
mounds they were. 'You may not move or scream, except as I tell you.' He
hoped this command would work: it was vaguer than most. He carefully reached
out and caressed her tit. She shuddered, but she did not scream. Not being
able to see her face, he wasn't sure whether she was trying to or not. 'Pull
your sweater off.' She did so, and lowered her arms. Ron reached over and
took the sweater out of her hands, and laid it on the desk. He reached over
and stroked her tit again. The look on her face was fire. Her expression
contained all the rage and hatred in the world. Ron actually found that
rather exciting.
'Stand up...Now unsnap your skirt....Push it off your hips... Step out of
it.' Now she was clad only in her stockings, panties, and high-heels. This
was a very alluring view, but Ron wanted more. Then he decided to do a
comparison test. Ron had her sit back down in her chair, but he sat on her
desk right in front of her.
'Kiss the head of my cock....Now lick it up and down the shaft....Now suck
it until I say stop.' She did everything she was told. The experience was
great. Not as good as Nikki, but then he didn't think anybody could beat his
sister at cocksucking. He started to get really excited, and he knew he was
about to come. 'Swallow my come.' When he came, she swallowed all of it, and
kept right on sucking.
After a minute or so for recovery, Ron decided he wanted the rest of her.
Ron stood her up and told her not to move. He moved over to her, and,
standing as tall as he could, gave her a kiss on the lips. She gave no
reaction, except the look in her eyes, which was pretty much a constant now.
'You may respond to my actions, but only in a favorable way.' He kissed her
again. This time, she kissed back, with some force. He felt her tongue
caress his lips, and he opened his mouth to admit it. Her tongue explored
his mouth, and then she sucked his tongue into her mouth. They
tongue-wrestled for a while, but then Ron's legs got tired, and he broke off
the kiss. Kneeling down, Ron took a closer look at her panty-clad pussy. He
could see stray hairs poking out of her panties, and he could no longer
resist getting a better look. He was just going to pull her panties off, but
then he changed his mind. They were flimsy enough that he grabbed hold with
both hands, and tore them off of her. He would take these home as a souvenir
of the experience. Now Ron had an unobstructed view of her pussy. It was
completely covered with hair, and he couldn't see much. Ron cupped her mound
with his hand, and he felt her shiver. He also noticed that she was quite
wet between her legs. He knew enough to realize this meant she was very
excited, and ready for more. He bent in and flicked his tongue across her
pussy lips. A moan escaped her lips, and she spread her legs to allow him
access. Ron ate her out for several minutes, her juices coating his face and
her inner thighs. She shuddered several times, but Ron couldn't tell if
these were orgasms or not. Finally, he grew tired of this, and stood up.
'Mrs. Hayes, bend down and lick my face clean.' This she did, but the look
of hatred in her eyes betrayed her real thoughts. However, her actions were
splendid. Ron's cock was straining to be in something tight and warm right
now. When she had finished her task, Ron bent her over her desk. He had read
about this position in the few copies of Playboy and Penthouse that he'd
been able to get his hands on. Ron didn't waste any time, he thrust his dick
full into her on the first stroke. A long moan ushered from her lips, and
her hips were moving in small circles now. Ron had to hurry, he couldn't be
too late getting home, so he pounded her fast and hard. She came once,
before he did, and then he came deep inside her belly, with a force that
shocked him, so strong was it.
After they both came down, he had her dress and sit at her desk. He gave her
verbal instructions not to remember any of it, not to notice that she didn't
have on panties, and a couple of other commands to help him out in school a
bit. Ron was not unaware of the non-sexual benefits of his power, and he was
putting them to good use. Finished, Ron hurried to pick up his sister at her
school. She would probably be upset that he was late, but, maybe not, given
their recent change in relationship. Ron knew the whole world was changing
for him, and he was starting to understand that, so long as he was careful,
the rest of his life could be very entertaining indeed.

Chapter 3: Ron's Introduction to CAMP
Ron was in a very chipper mood when he picked up Nikki, who actually didn't
seem to mind having to wait for him. "Can we, you know, when we get home?"
she asked. It was so cute the way she wouldn't say it, but she really wanted
to fuck.
"We'll have to see, Nik. I'm not sure when Mom's going to get home tonight.
Plus, Jerry's coming over for tutoring at 7:00."
"Oh, yeah. You and your tutoring. When will we ever..." She let the question
hang there.
"Don't worry about that, Nikki. We'll find the time. I had as much fun
yesterday as you did." 'Probably more, but I didn't realize that I was
turning my sister into a nympho.' He wasn't at all unhappy at her interest
in him: She had a nice body, and a tight, warm pussy for him to fuck, not to
mention her sucking talents. He could get addicted to Nikki real fast. The
only problem was, he had another conquest in mind for the home now. Mom
would be a much tougher case, since he had laid a restraint on himself. She
had to come to him for the final act of sex. He could lead her on and right
up to it, but he wanted her to make the final move on her own, without
his... urging.
As they arrived home, they spotted a man ringing the doorbell at their
house. They walked up quietly, but he turned their way when they were still
thirty feet away.
"Ah, excuse me, children. Do you live here?" The man was polite, but he
seemed to exude an arrogance that Ron wasn't sure he liked.
"Yes, sir, we do. Can I help you?" Ron had been raised to be polite to all
guests, whether he liked them or not.
"I am here to speak with Ronald Chaffey. Is that you?" Ron sensed that this
guy already knew the answer to this question, but was asking out of some
kind of protocol.
"Yes I am, but I don't know you. Who are you, and what do you want?" Ron was
wary now, but still trying to remain polite.
"My name is Michael McGavin. As to what I want, I think it best that you and
I discuss that somewhere other than your front lawn. It has to do with some
recent... changes... you have discovered in yourself."
'Oh, shit!!!! This guy's a fed! He knows about me! I'm dead!'
Apparently, Mr. McGavin could read his mind. "I mean you no harm, Ronald.
Please, if we could go inside and talk for a while?"
Ron didn't see much choice in the matter. He needed to know what this guy
was about. "Okay." They walked into the house, and Ron turned to Nikki.
"Nikki, go up to your room and do your homework." Ron reinforced this with a
mental order, and Nicole reluctantly went upstairs.
"Very well done, Ronald. Nice control, and well disguised."
"Look, who ARE you? And stop calling me Ronald. Everyone calls me Ron."
"Very well, Ron. And I told you, I'm -"
Ron interrupted. "I don't mean your name. I mean, who ARE you?"
"Ah, yes. well, let's start at the beginning. Here's my card."
Mike McGavin
Corporation for the Advancement of
Mental Proficiency
Recruitment Officer
"Well, that doesn't really tell me anything, Mr. McGavin."
"Yes, I know. The company was purposely named that way. It keeps the
dangerously curious away. The Corporation, or CAMP, as it is called, is a
private organization devoted to the development of certain mental skills.
Certain skills that you possess."
"What makes you think so?" Ron tried to bluff, but he knew it wouldn't work.
"Well, first off, you've already demonstrated them to me, but more to the
point, I've already scanned you. You have The Ability."
"The ability to what?"
"You misunderstand. The Ability is what we call what you can do. It is a
much wider phenomenon than what you have discovered so far, but you're
learning. I did only a cursory scan, but I found enough to know that you are
a genuine Talent."
"I'm a little confused." Actually, Ron was a LOT confused, but he was
catching on quick.
"Okay, let me explain. CAMP was formed to help people like yourself to learn
to manipulate The Ability. Many people like yourself in the past never
learned how to use this power, and it sometimes made them go mad. CAMP is
trying to stop that sort of thing by teaching people with The Ability how to
use it."
"Okay, what do you want with me, then?"
"Well, Ron, your power is just emerging. We like to catch Talents at this
stage, so that they can avoid some of the more devastating mistakes. Don't
worry, you haven't even touched upon any of those yet. My scan would have
shown if you had. What I am here to do is to offer you a membership in CAMP.
With your membership will come training, and a large number of people to
help you out if you ever get in a jam. CAMP has but one inviolable rule, and
that is that its' members MUST help each other when help is needed."
"What would the training be like?"
"Well, we would bring you up to one of our facilities for about six to eight
weeks. We could do it over the summer, so that it didn't interfere with your
schooling. We try to make the training as inconspicuous as possible. Just
think, if anyone asks, your mother can tell them you're away at summer camp,
and she'd be telling the absolute truth!" Mike chuckled at this. Ron did
find it funny, but was too far in shock to laugh.
"Well, I assume you have further questions, Ron, so ask away. I'll answer
all the questions I can. There are no secrets regarding The Ability from the
membership. We do have some secrets regarding the organization's operation,
but you probably don't want to know about all that anyway. Go ahead, ask
your questions."
"Okay. Let me think... Oh! Is there somebody following me?"
"You felt that, huh? I told him to be careful. Yes, there was. That was one
of our agents. He was trying to find out if you were ready for contact yet.
He's new in the field, and hasn't had enough experience to be truly covert
yet. Don't worry; there are no government agencies hunting us. We've made
sure of this." Ron understood what Mike meant by "made sure of".
"Why did I end up with this thing?"
"No one knows why, Ron. We haven't really done any extensive medical
testing, because that's not what we're for, but I can tell you that the
demographics, that is, the type of people who get The Ability, aren't
consistently one type of person. We get male, female, white, black, asian,
native american, hispanic, all types."
"Oh! I just thought of something else, but I'm kind of embarrased to bring
it up..."
"Look, Ron. CAMP doesnotjudge. We make no rules concerning lifestyle.
Whatever you want to do with your power, that's your business, except for
one thing, which we'll get to later. Ask your question."
"Well, I was trying to get my teacher to come on to me by sending her
images. This had worked with my sister, but it didn't work with her. Why
not?"
"That was our doing, I'm afraid. We needed to know if you had reached the
point of direct motor control."
"Direct what?"
"Sorry, I'm speaking in jargon again. We needed to know whether or not you
could directly control her movements, without having the cooperation of her
mind. As you noticed, she was very upset throughout the process wasn't she?
Please know, I wasn't observing, but I'm going on past experiences related
to me."
"Yes, she looked like she wanted to kill me. But she did what I told her to
do."
"That was the test. Our field agent had set up a barrier in her mind to your
images, but not to the direct motor control. This is one of the things we
look for before making contact."
"So your agent was watching me while I... um..."
"Not as such. He was aware of the teacher's actions, and whether they were
her motivation or yours. Obviously, he knows what went on, but that really
wasn't his concern. If you had made her go jump off a bridge and kill
herself, I would still be here."
"Geez! Why would I want to make her do THAT!?"
"Just an example. And a reminder: CAMP doesn't judge your activities. We
only instruct, and help build a community of people with The Ability. It
helps them through tougher times if they have a group of people to turn to."
"Does CAMP ever step in to stop someone doing something?"
"Well, yes. If the actions of a member are seen to be destructive to CAMP,
or to the CAMP community as a whole, one of our special Field Operatives
would be sent to deal with the problem. But we have not had to do that very
often. CAMP does make one request of its membership: that you never run for
public office."
"Why?"
"It's too easy to tell. When everybody agrees with you, and you get
everything you want passed, somebody is bound to notice and look into it.
That's the sort of exposure CAMP doesn't want."
"I'm sure I've got lots of questions, but I can't think of them right now."
"Okay, no problem. Let's do this: I need a little info on you, anyway, so
let's get that out of the way. I've got all your vital stats from records,
but what I need to know is, what applications of The Ability have you
managed on your own up to this point? No, first, how long have you been
conscious of The Ability?"
"About a week. No, since last Friday afternoon, actually."
"Okay, and you've managed to do what?" Mike seemed impressed by this
statement, but Ron didn't know why.
"Well, let me think.... I stopped a bully from beating me up, I got both my
Mom and Dad to agree that Dad wouldn't see me anymore, I made my sister take
her clothes off, then I made her have sex with me. Oh yeah. I have a
question about that."
"Shoot."
"Why does she think it was her idea? I mean, I put the image in her head,
but she still thinks it was her idea to have sex."
"It was the way you did it. It is a thing called "mental control". You
changed her thinking to get what you wanted. Eventually, she will realize it
wasn't her idea, but by then, I imagine you will have established something
beyond the original encounter."
"Yeah, I've already done that. Okay, after that... I made my younger sister
be nicer to me and do some of my chores....Then we all had sex... No, wait.
There was no mental thing there, that was blackmail." Ron smiled at that,
remembering yesterday's encounter. "I've also started hearing some thoughts,
mostly about me, and then there was today with Mrs. Hayes, and your, what
did you call it?"
"Direct motor control."
"Yeah, that. One other thing. Mom has been acting kind of funny lately."
"How so?"
"Well, I've kinda been doing stuff she would normally object to, but she
isn't."
"Please be more specific. What have you done?"
"Well," Ron squirmed a bit. He wasn't really comfortable talking about his
plans to seduce his mother. "I started giving her kisses on the cheek, which
I never did before, and last night I gave her a quick kiss on the lips. I
thought she was going to say something last night, but she didn't, she just
looked at me, then left."
"Oh. That is interesting. Not many people get to that level so quickly. What
you are experiencing with your mother is called "Mental Conditioning". It
differs from mental control in that it is more permanent, and affects the
whole of her brain. In the course of time, she will come to accept that your
kisses are the normal way things should be. I am surprised at this. For
someone only consciously using his powers for six days, you have developed
some remarkable skills. You may be one of the most powerful Talents we've
encountered. Really, we need to get you into the program. Are you willing to
accept membership?"
"Well, yeah, but I probably can't afford it. And I know Mom can't afford to
send me to an eight week school."
"You misunderstand. There is no cost on your part. Actually, while at the
school, you will be given a weekly allowance to spend as you please in the
town where CAMP is located. We will, of course, need your mother's approval
to bring you to CAMP, but that is only so that she doesn't call the police
on us."
"In that case-" Just then, Dawn walked in the door.
"Hey, Ron! How are.... who're you?" She stood, staring at Mike.
'Dawn, come give me a kiss.' Dawn walked over to Ron, plopped into his lap,
and gave him a big, open-mouthed kiss. Ron enjoyed this for a while, then
broke it off. "Nikki is upstairs. Why don't you go... shower?"
Dawn got the hint. She whispered, "will you be joining us?"
"No. I need to talk with Mr. McGavin there some more, and Jerry will be over
at 7:00. Do you know when Mom is gonna be home?"
"She'll be home at her normal time tonight. There's nothing special going
on." With that, Dawn bounced off Ron's lap and up the stairs.
"You are actually quite good at mental control, Ron. Well, let me get out
the papers here..." As he was digging, Mrs. Chaffey walked in the front
door.
"Hello, Ron. Well, who is this?"
"Mom this is Mr. McGavin. He's a..."
"I'm a CAMP counselor, ma'am."
"A camp counselor, huh? Well, what kind of camp? Whatever it is, it's
probably expensive."
"No, ma'am. As I was just explaining to Ron, we are interested in him
because of some of his unique abilities. We would like to send him to CAMP
during the summer for some additional training that will help him as he
grows up and enters the adult world to be a more focused and productive
individual. Not that he wouldn't be otherwise, but we believe that people
like Ron, who are already so capable, can benefit from some additional
schooling of a more specific nature. I don't really want to try to explain
it all...."
"That won't be necessary. I probably wouldn't understand it anyway. Ron's
always been big on Science and the higher maths. The best I do is the
business math course I took in college. Well, how much would this camp
cost?"
Mike let her draw her own conclusion about CAMP's training subjects, and, as
expected, she couldn't possibly come up with what it was really all about.
"Well, ma'am, actually, the cost to you would be nothing at all. Our camp is
underwritten by several companies who feel that these special individuals
can become extraordinary citizens of the future, with just a little extra
help. We will even pay for Ron's travel fees to get to and from CAMP, as
well as a weekly stipend for recreational use."
"Well, how long is this camp, and when?"
"The camp is an ongoing program, but we would obviously want to send Ron
during the summer, so as not to interfere with his normal schooling. The
session lasts between six and eight weeks, depending on Ron's progress rate.
The session is on a "set your own pace" basis, so an exact time can't be
given. I'd like to sign Ron up for our June 15th session. That would bring
him back here at the latest by August 20th, and the next school year doesn't
start until the 4th of September."
"Where do I sign?" Mrs. Chaffey was all too happy to help Ron, though she
would miss him during those eight weeks. She knew her son was special: he
was smart, and a hard worker. She hoped he would get something out of this
camp. "I assume, Ron, that you want to go?" This was almost an afterthought.
"Yeah, Mom. I like the camp as he described it to me."
"Okay." Mrs. Chaffey signed the forms and handed them back to Mike.
"Thank you, Mrs. Chaffey. Now then, Ron and I still have just a few things
to go over..." Mike looked at Ron, and Ron got the message. He looked Mom in
the eye and said, "Mom, could you leave us alone for a little while?"
Although it was phrased as a question, it carried the force of an order. She
had no choice but to obey.
"Okay, Ron. Dinner will be ready in an hour."
"What're we having?"
"Lasagna!" His mother loved making Italian.
"Mom makes great lasagna." Mike's mind seemed to be on something other than
food.
"Ron, you are one hell of a lucky guy."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I've seen both your sisters, and your Mom. With all that walking
around, and what you can do...." Mike just let that go, and Ron laughed.
"Ron, I don't normally do this, but I think you're up to it. I want to give
you a challenge."
"Okay, what?"
"You've got about two and a half months until you come up to CAMP. I want
you to try to complete the Mental Conditioning of your mother by then. It'll
be tough, but I think you can do it. What do you say?"
"You don't have to twist my arm!" Ron laughed, and so did Mike. "Hey, Mr.
McGavin, why didn't you just tell my Mom to go away?"
"I'm not allowed to. This is your home, and these people are your family. By
the etiquette of CAMP, which you are not expected at this time to know, I'm
not allowed to influence them in your presence. I may influence them in
minor ways if you're not here, but to do so in your presence is considered
rude."
"Oh. I'll remember that. What if I have questions between now and when I go
to CAMP?"
"Well, if it's not urgent, just write it down so you don't forget it. If
it's an emergency, call the number on the back of the card. You won't get
me, but you'll get somebody who can access your case file, and give you some
good advice. You are now a member of CAMP. We will do all we can to help
you. Thank you for your time, Ron. I'll be going now. See you in June, and I
hope you complete your project."
"I'll sure be working on it." Ron said with a wink. 'This is going to be a
fun summer.'

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Chapter 4: The Education of Jessica Simmons
After Mr. McGavin left, Ron went into the kitchen to find his mother. She
was at the counter, preparing dinner. Ron walked up behind her and gave her
a hug from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist. His mother went stiff
for a second, but then seemed to relax, and leaned back ever so slightly.
"Ron, you shouldn't do that." she said.
"Why not, Mom?"
She hesitated, unsure of what she was thinking, then, as if her mind had
switched tracks, she brightened a bit. "Because I can't make your dinner
with you holding me like this." Ron giggled, and gave a squeeze before
letting go.
"How come your home early tonight, Mom?"
"Well, we finished up at the office, and I wanted to make you guys a special
dinner, so I thought I'd come home early. Anything wrong with that?"
"No, I was just wonderin'. You know I like it when your home." 'Especially
now, with my "project" due in less than three months.' He grinned to
himself, but his thought was interrupted when the phone rang. He went over
and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Is this Ron?"
"Yes. Who am I speaking to?"
"Ron, this is Mrs. Simmons, Jessica's mother. She told us that you would be
willing to tutor her. You also said you wanted to see her twice a week, is
that right?"
"Yes, ma'am. Since it's so late in the year, we're going to have to work a
little harder to catch up."
"Well, I appreciate you taking the time. Mrs. Hayes said your usual rate is
$10 an hour. Since she's going to need so much extra help, may I pay you $15
an hour?"
"That's not really necessary, Mrs. Simmons. As a matter of fact, chances are
that our sessions will run longer than an hour each night. She will be my
last student on both of those nights. I did that so I could use as much time
as I felt we needed. The $10 an hour is fine with me, I don't really think I
need more than that."
"Well. It is unusual for someone to turn down extra pay. Will you at least
allow me to pay you for the extra time you spend?"
Ron wasn't trying to be generous, he was trying to salve his conscience. He
knew that the "extra time" wasn't going to be spent studying, after all.
"There's really no need for that, Mrs. Simmons. I tell you what, if you feel
you need to pay me something extra, let's do this: wait until the end of the
year, and see what Jessica's grade is. If it's high enough, then you can pay
me a bonus for what you think my work was worth, okay?"
"Alright, Ron. That sounds like a good idea. That way, we'll know how much
you helped. You do want to start tomorrow night, correct?"
"Yes, ma'am. And the sessions will be here. Do you have any problems with
that?"
"No. Should I?" she chuckled.
"No, ma'am, but some parents are a little, concerned, about their daughters
with a teenage guy, if you know what I mean."
"Well, I trust you, Ron. Besides, your mother is usually home by then, isn't
she?"
"Yes, ma'am. Usually she is home well before eight."
"OK, then. No problem. We'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay, Mrs. Simmons. Good-bye."
"Who was that, Ron?" his mother asked.
"That was Mrs. Simmons, Mom. I have a new student starting tomorrow night."
"Anyone I know?"
"Um, no I don't think you've ever met Jessica. She's in my History class.
Apparently she's having a lot of trouble with the end of the year material."
"Do try not to overload yourself, dear. That's four students you've got.
That's quite a lot of extra work."
"Don't worry, Mom. I'm keeping up with my schoolwork, no problem. This won't
be any harder than before."
"OK, just make sure you're not overworking yourself."
Just then, Ron remembered that he needed to make sure his mom wouldn't take
any notice of his activities with Jessica tomorrow night. The only way to do
that would be to program her.
"Mom?" He waited for her to turn her head and then he looked directly into
her eyes. "You will not remember what I am about to say, but you will obey
me...."
Thursday was pretty uneventful at school. The "watcher" was gone, and Ron
was getting better at tuning out the "whispers". On the other hand, he found
that, with a little effort, he was beginning to be able to hear thoughts
that were not about him.
When History class rolled around, Ron was a little nervous. he was worried
that his programming of Mrs. Hayes wouldn't hold. She acted in a normal
fashion, however, going about her business as usual. When class ended, Ron
reminded Jessica of their appointment, and walked home. There was a message
on the answering machine when he got there.
"Ron, honey, I've got caught with an assignment here at work. I won't be
able to make it home until eight or nine o'clock. There's some money on my
dresser for dinner, or you can heat up the leftover lasagna, whatever you
guys want to do. Sorry, I'll see you when I get home. Love ya, bye."
'Well, no big deal there.' This happened a lot, since Mrs. Chaffey was a
high level executive in her company. She was often tasked with the important
stuff, and it caused her to be late a lot. Usually, Ron would have been
annoyed at having to take care of dinner. On the other hand, it did allow
him some time for Nikki...
Ron headed upstairs and found Nicole in her room, changing out of her school
clothes. He snuck up behind her as she was pulling her shirt off, and put
his arms around her, massaging her tits with his hands.
"Ooooh, Ron. That feels good."
"You in the mood, Nik?"
"I'm always in the mood for you, big brother! But what about Mom, and Dawn?"
"Dawn will be home shortly, and she's free to join us if she wants. Mom will
be late again."
Ron laid Nikki down on her bed, and slipped her skirt off her hips. She
lifted up to help him, and she slid her panties down, too. Now she was lying
on her back, completely naked. Ron stood up and admired the view for a
second, wondering what he wanted to do. Then he kneeled down and maneuvered
her around so that his mouth was at her pussy. He licked her up and down,
then used his tongue to probe her love tunnel. Nicole was moaning and
writhing around on the bed, and murmuring to herself, "Yes, that's sooo
good, keep it up, Oh, God, that feels great."
Ron flicked his tongue across her clit, and Nikki shuddered and screamed,
"Oh, Yes!" Ron continued lashing her clit until he had Nikki squirming so
hard he almost couldn't keep hold of her. Then he took her clit into his
mouth and began to suck on it. Nikki's body went rigid as she climaxed, and
Ron lapped up all of her juices.
When Nikki came down, Ron sat beside her on the bed and said, "Now it's your
turn."
Nicole was more than willing to reciprocate. Ron had already pulled off his
shirt, and so Nikki went to work on his jeans. With his help she got his
jeans off, and then pulled down his underwear. Eating out his sister had
already gotten Ron quite hard, but he stiffened even further when Nikki
wrapped her little hand around his shaft and started pumping. She continued
this for a few strokes, then started kissing all over his shaft. Ron leaned
back and enjoyed the experience.
Nikki was really enjoying herself. She was good at this, and knew it. She
also knew she was making Ron happy, and after what he'd just done for her,
that was the least she could do for him. She started licking his cock, and
then planted a sloppy, wet kiss on the head of his cock. She felt him
shudder, and figured he was enjoying the experience, which he was. She
sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and started swirling her tongue
around it. She knew from their last encounter that he couldn't take too much
of this, so she began sucking more and more of his shaft into her mouth. She
got almost half in before it hit the back of her throat. She was afraid to
go any further, though her friend Danielle had told her that some girls took
it all the way down their throat. Nicole wasn't sure whether to believe
Danielle or not. Maybe she ought to ask Dawn. Nikki stopped thinking about
that, and concentrated on the cock in her mouth. Ron was really bucking now,
and she figured he was about to come. She started sucking as hard as she
could, swirling her tongue and pumping on the part of his dick not in her
mouth. Ron tensed, and came. And came, and came. And Nikki swallowed it all.
"I see you two just couldn't wait to get started." said Dawn from the
doorway. Their was amusement in her voice.
"Oh... Hi, Dawn" said Ron, gasping just a bit. "Sorry, we... just..."
"Oh, no need to explain. So long as you both saved some for me."
"No problem Dawn. I just got him warmed up." Nikki replied. "Why don't you
have him eat your pussy? He's really good at that."
Dawn got undressed, and Ron laid down fully on the bed. Nikki was rubbing
him back to hardness, and Dawn straddled his face. Ron started licking just
as he felt Nikki shift positions on the bed. He lost his rhythm a bit as he
felt Nikki's hot, tight little pussy engulf his cock, but he quickly
recovered.
Nikki was too hot to start slow. As soon as she'd gotten Ron's cock inside
her, she was bucking up and down on it. She was moving as fast as her body
would carry her, and she was swiftly approaching orgasm. Meanwhile, Ron was
giving Dawn's pussy a good tongue-lashing, and Dawn was enjoying every
minute of it. Ron reached up and fondled Dawn's tits, paying special
attention to her nipples. Watching her brother and sister like this drove
Nikki over the edge, and she came loudly, bucking and screaming, her pussy
squeezing Ron's cock in ways that made him wish she'd never stop.
Eventually she did, and she rolled off of him. Dawn was well lubricated by
this time, and Ron figured she was ready for more.
"You ready for me, Sis?"
"Yeah, Ron, but wait... We need a condom."
"I'll go get it" offered Nikki. "You two keep going." That was more or less
Ron's doing, though Nikki might have done it on her own, given her present
state of mind regarding her siblings. Ron continued to eat out his sister,
paying extra homage to her clit, and Dawn leaned over and started sucking on
his cock to keep it hard.
Nikki returned shortly with the package, and Dawn opened it. Nikki watched
as Dawn slowly rolled it onto Ron's cock, making it part of the sexual
experience. Ron enjoyed this immensely.
Dawn got off of Ron's face and straddled his body. Nikki held his cock while
Dawn lowered herself onto it. A deep moan escaped her lips as her hips made
contact with his. She stayed that way for a moment, making small little
circles with her hips. Then she began pumping. Slowly she increased the
pace, until her movement was almost a blur. She leaned forward to alter the
experience, and Ron bent up and took one nipple into his mouth. Dawn leaned
forward to make his reach easier. They kept this up for several minutes, Ron
alternating tits, and Dawn slamming up and down on his cock. Finally, Ron
felt that urge building up in him.
"I'm about to come, Sis!" Dawn increased her pace and started grinding her
hips, so that her clit was making more contact as she slammed down on his
cock. Just then, Ron lightly nipped one of her nipples with his teeth while
he lightly pinched the other. Dawn went completely rigid, and let out a moan
that might have been heard next door. Her pussy was pulsing on Ron's cock,
and that was more than he could take. He came for the second time in an
hour, and he knew he was spent. He and Dawn lay their in each other's arms
for a few minutes, but then Dawn got up to go take a shower.
"Want to join me, Ron?" She offered.
"No, I don't think I'd survive, Dawn! But Nikki looks like she's ready for
more. Why don't you take her with you?"
"Okay." She came over and gave him one final, deep kiss. "Thanks, little
brother. Come on, Nikki, we both need a shower!"
Nikki and Dawn headed for the shower, and Ron laid on his bed, wondering
whether he'd have anything left for Jessica. Just the thought of her caused
his loins to stir, so he knew he'd be okay in a couple hours.
Jessica arrived promptly at 8:00.
"Hello, Jessica, give me just a second here. Okay, Tom. You think you've got
the hang of it now?"
"Yeah. It's a lot clearer now, Ron. Thanks. You know, I might actually get
something better than a "D" this year!"
"You'd better. My reputation depends on it. Now our time is up, I'll see you
next week."
"OK, Ron. See ya at school."
"Come on in, Jessica. Are you ready?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"You don't sound very enthusiastic." Ron looked deep into her eyes and saw
her face blank. "You will always tell me the absolute truth. You cannot lie
to me. You will forget I said this, but you will obey." Ron looked away, and
Jessica's face cleared.
"Look, Ron. Don't tell my mother, but I'm not really having trouble at
school. I simply don't feel like doing the work." 'Why did I tell him that?
Shit! Now he'll tell Mom and I'll be in deep trouble.'
"Hmmm. I see. Well, what do you expect me to do about this?"
"Forget I said it and pretend I'm learning something here."
"And what will you be doing?"
"I'll be over at my friend Patty's house."
"Well.... No, I don't think that's an acceptable answer. Why don't you just
do the work?"
"Because it's all pointless. Who gives a crap about History anyway?"
"Some famous guy once said 'Those who ignore history are doomed to repeat
it.' Or something like that." Just then, Ron heard a low moan from the room
next door. He glanced at Jessica, but she didn't seem to notice. 'Good. My
suggestions to her are working. She won't notice anything from outside this
room.'
"Look, Ron, I don't really give a shit what some guy said forty zillion
years ago. I'm not interested in learning this crap!"
"Oh, but you will be." At that point he placed his hand on her arm.
"What the hell are... you....do...ing.....?" Ron muted her protest with a
mental control. He wasn't sure if what he was now attempting would work or
not. He was going to see if he could use Mental Conditionig on Jessica. Not
to love him, or anything like that, but since she could understand the
lessons, he wanted to see if he could make her want to understand them, and
do them. He thought that physical contact helped with this, since all the
times he'd affected his Mom, he was touching her.
Jessica's face took on a look of concentration, then relaxed as Ron's mental
"suggestions" took hold. He was turning her into a really good student,
though he couldn't guarantee that she would grasp all the work, she would do
all the work, and he was sure this would improve her grade.
After about five minutes, Ron stopped, and let go of her. She didn't move
for a moment, and Ron got a little worried. Then she shook her head, looked
at him and said, "I've been foolish lately. I really need to get caught up
with this work. Can you help me with it, Ron?"
'Damn! It works! Well, at least it works for now. Let's see if it holds
throughout the night into tomorrow.'
"I won't do your work for you Jessica, but why don't you start on it, and
I'll be here if you have any questions. Go ahead and get started, and I'll
be right back. Would you like something to drink?"
"No thanks." Jessica got busily to work on her History, and Ron stepped out
of his room and down the hall. He peeked into Dawn's room, and found Nikki
and Dawn in a 69, eating each other's pussies like there was no tomorrow.
'Well, at least they're enjoying themselves.' Ron wondered about the change
in them, but wasn't overly concerned. He figured that the fact their secret
was out freed them up just a bit. He headed down to the kitchen to get
himself a Pepsi, and the bottle of honey. He had plans for Jessica, and he
wanted to try something he'd seen in a movie.
When he got back to his room, Jessica had already finished the first
section. It turned out she was a speed reader. 'She could have saved herself
a lot of trouble just by spending ten minutes a day on this. Some people.'
Ron really didn't understand people who didn't want to learn.
"How's it going, Jessica?"
"Oh! Ron. I didn't hear you come back. It's going okay. I'm on section two
now." Ron figured to let her finish section two before he started her "real"
education. She finished it up in about five minutes. Ron looked at his
watch, and realized it was only 8:30. 'That gives me plenty of time.'
"Jessica, why don't you take a break? You don't want to work too hard at
it."
"But I've got so much to catch up on..." She didn't really want to stop, but
it seemed very hard to go against him. "Well.... I guess there is tomorrow
night."
"That's right. No need to push it, you'll forget more if you try to cram it
all in in one night. Why don't you go sit on the bed and relax?" This was a
very unusual request, but again, she couldn't seem to fight it. Ron was, of
course, manipulating her mind with a constant stream of orders and
suggestions.
"Why have you been teasing me all year, Jessica?"
"Because you're such a nerd. All the girls think you're kinda cute, but
you're always reading something, or tutoring, or doing homework. You're just
too smart."
"I see. Do you think that was very nice of you?"
"No."
"What should I do about your behavior, do you think?"
"I don't know, Ron. You'll have to decide that for yourself."
"Do you deserve to be punished?"
"Well..... Maybe just a little, but I don't know how you would punish me."
"Jessica, remove your shirt."
"WHAT?" She didn't realize her hands were already doing as ordered when she
said, "I will NOT!" Then she looked down at her blouse, and blushed. It was
already fully unbuttoned. She stretched her arms and pulled it off.
Ron was sitting across the room admiring the view. Just then, he heard his
mother come in the front door. He wasn't worried about her; he was sure his
commands would hold. They were holding on everyone else. He did, however,
call down to her, more to let the girls know she was home than anything.
"Hi, Mom! We're all upstairs!"
Ron heard her come up the stairs. "Hi, honey. Oh, hello, Jessica. Is
everything going alright up here, Ron?"
"Sure, Mom. I think the girls are in Dawn's room talking. If you'll excuse
us, we have to continue what we were doing." Jessica thought this was
outrageous: surely Ron's mother would not stand by and leave her son in a
room with a girl who didn't have a shirt on. But Mrs. Chaffey left, and Ron
closed the door.
"Thank you, Jessica, for removing your shirt, but your bra is blocking my
view. Remove it, please." An extra command had quieted her down, so that she
wouldn't disturb the rest of the household.
"Ron, don't..." Again, her hands were doing as ordered. Ron was enjoying
this. He was getting better at 'direct motor control'. He also liked
allowing her to talk during the process. It turned him on to hear her beg.
She removed the bra and dropped it on top of her shirt on the floor.
"Very nice." Actually, she wasn't much to look at after what he'd already
seen this week, but he was a teenager, and tits were tits. Ron walked across
the room and began to stroke them, forcing Jessica not to move with a mental
command. He continued this for a while, but then grew bored.
"Stand up and remove your pants and panties."
"Ron, please, stop this..." But of course, there was no way in hell he was
going to stop this now. A whole year of pent up anger was coming to the
surface. He wasn't sadistic: he knew he couldn't hurt her, but humiliate
her? That he would do gladly. As her panties hit the floor and she stepped
out of them, all she had on were her shoes and socks. Ron decided he'd let
her keep these on.
"Sit back on the bed, lean against the wall." She did as she was instructed,
but the look on her face showed the fear she felt.
"Spread you legs." She tried to fight this, but it wouldn't work. Slowly,
inexorably, her legs came open.
"Now then, Jessica, We're going to make a little film." Ron pulled the video
camera out of his closet, and set it up on its' tripod. "And you are going
to be the star." At this point, Ron took mental control of her mind. He
needed her to look as if she was completely into the film. This was just an
insurance policy, in case she ever threatened him, or if his control over
her slipped somehow.
Ron's new commands started to settle into Jessica's mind, and she became
very hot. She needed to touch herself. Her face took on a look of pure lust.
'Masturbate.' With that mental command, Jessica's hands flashed to her
pussy. She rubbed herself up and down to get her juices flowing, and then
started fucking a finger up inside. Her other hand wandered up to her
breast, and she began kneading what little she had. This was really turning
Ron on, and he was having trouble sticking to his plan. After a few moments,
he tossed her the bottle of honey. 'Pour this over yourself, especially on
your pussy.' He'd seen this in 9 1/2 weeks. His mother had the movie hidden
in her closet, but he'd long since explored every nook and cranny of her
bedroom. She used the squeeze bottle to get every bit of honey she could
onto her body. Then she resumed rubbing herself all over. It wasn't long
before she was writhing in orgasm.
At that point, Ron turned off the tape. That was all he needed for insurance
purposes. He stripped off his clothes and walked over to her. As he did, he
released his mental controls, but kept the physical ones in place.
"What the he... My God! What did I do?"
"You did what you are still doing, Jessica. You masturbated on film. Now the
real fun begins."
"What are you going to do?"
"Whatever I want." Ron grabbed her ankles and pulled her into a lying
position, but with her legs still spread wide. He moved to her side, and
started licking at her neck, making sure he got all the honey off of her
body. Despite herself, Jessica's nipples started to harden again from the
feelings he was causing. Ron noticed this and smiled.
He finally worked his way to her tits, and spent quite a bit more time there
than he actually needed to. By the time he moved on, she was squirming as
much as she could with his movement restriction in place.
Ron slowly worked his way down her body, cleaning off all the honey. He
skipped over her pussy, and moved down to her lower legs. He crawled between
her legs, and started to lick his way up. She was really thrashing now, and
moaning unintelligible words, but they sounded like encouragements.
As he approached her mound, she started bucking her hips towards his face,
in an effort to make contact. He teased her, letting his tongue make only
the most feathery touch on her lips. This drove her crazy and increased her
efforts tenfold. Finally, he relented and dove in. He lapped up the mixture
of honey and love juice, enjoying every drop. He ate her out in his best
style, using all he had learned from his sisters. It wasn't even a minute
before she had her second orgasm of the night.
After she calmed down, there was a small look of hope in her eyes. 'Maybe
he's done with me now.' Not a chance. Her education was just starting.
Ron moved up and straddled her chest. He didn't want to fuck her yet. There
was too much pressure in his dick: he would come too quickly. He had learned
that he could last longer the second time.
"You are now going to suck my dick. You will not try to hurt me." This
command, he made sure, carried the force of the Voice of God. He was well
aware of the teeth in her mouth, and he knew it would hurt A LOT if she used
them.
"No, Ron, please, don't make me-" She couldn't talk anymore because Ron had
stuck his dick in her mouth. This was an awkward position. For her, at any
rate. She had to hold her head up to keep his cock in her mouth. He fucked
her face for only a couple minutes before he blew his load down her throat.
A mental order to swallow it took care of any possible mess. He kept her
sucking until he'd gotten hard again, then he pulled out.
"I think you know what's coming next, don't you?"
"Yes. Please, Ron-"
"Shut up." Her pleading had gotten old, but he didn't feel like using his
power to stop her. He crawled down her until he was even with her body, and
poised himself to enter her. Then he realized that he hadn't even kissed her
yet. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers. She responded, and he
could taste his come on her tongue. He wasn't sure whether he liked the
taste or not. As he was kissing her, he pressed his cock to her pussy lips,
trying to find the hole. He managed it on his second try, and he pressed in.
Jessica tensed, but Ron wouldn't break the kiss. He fucked her like that for
some time, then he remembered his plan. Ron had decided that the ultimate
humiliation of Jessica would be something he knew she would resist with all
the strength she could muster. He pulled out of her and stood up.
"What are you doing now?" She knew whatever it was, she wasn't going to like
it.
"Oh, just getting ready for the next part, that's all." He walked over to
his dresser and got the jar of Vaseline. He opened it, and, as he was
applying some to his dick, he said, "Stand up and walk over to the chair."
She did as she was told, a look of dread on her face.
Ron walked over to the chair after he figured he had enough lube, and sat
down. "Turn around." She did so, and Ron was presented with a beautiful view
of her ass. He told her body not to move, and she was frozen in place. Ron
stood back up, bent her over, spread her ass cheeks, and pressed his cock to
her asshole.
"Nooooooooooo." She would have screamed if he had let her, but at this point
she had no way of fighting back. Ron slowly but steadily pushed himself into
her. When he was fully inside, he sat back down, pulling her with him.
"Now, you will fuck me like the slut you are. You had better make me enjoy
it, too." There was absolutely no chance that he wouldn't enjoy it, but he
figured a little threat never hurts.
Jessica started bouncing up and down on his cock, slowly, very slowly at
first, but speeding up as her insides lubed and loosened. There were tears
streaming down her face now, and Ron found that very exciting.
Ron was really enjoying himself. He reached around and grabbed her tits.
They were small enough that they didn't even really bounce with her
movement. On the other hand, she had nice nipples that he could pinch. This
he did, and this seemed to turn her on some. Then he reached down and
started finger-fucking her while he rubbed her clit with his other hand.
With this, she leaned back against him and started moaning. Ron wouldn't let
her slow down her movement, though. He was close to coming, and he wasn't
about to let her stop now. He could feel that tight feeling in his balls,
and then it just let go. he spurted gobs of come up into her ass, and this,
on top of what he was doing with his hands, sent her over the edge for the
third time that night.
Ron pulled out of her as his cock started to go limp. He looked at the
clock. '9:30. Well, I told them I'd be devoting extra time.' He got Jessica
dressed, but he only put on his underwear and a robe.
"You're going to pay for this, Ron Chaffey. The police are going to arrest
you."
"No they're not, Jessica, and do you know why?"
"Why?" She said it with venom in her voice, and stared him straight in the
eye. Which was, of course, precisely what he wanted her to do. Her face
immediately blanked.
"Because you're not going to tell them. You will remember tonight, but you
won't be able to tell anyone what happened. Whenever you are asked, you will
tell them that we were studying the whole time. You will not attempt to give
off subtle clues about what happened. You will act completely normal. Also,
whenever you think of me from now on, you will get turned on. You will
remember all of this, but you will not be able to tell anyone any of it. Nod
if you understand." Jessica nodded, and Ron let out a breath. He just had to
hope it held.
"Now then, Jessica, we're done studying for the night. I'll see you tomorrow
night, and we'll get to the third and fourth sections, at least.
Good-night."
Jessica mumbled "Good-night, Ron." and walked out the door. His commands
wouldn't take full effect until she left his house, so her reaction didn't
surprise him. He wanted her to remember this night, and all the others that
would follow. He wanted her to react to him like she would if she had a
choice in the matter. But only inside his house. In here, he felt secure.
Ron wondered where his Mom had got off to, and went looking for her. He
found her in her bedroom, lying on her bed.
"Rough day, Mom?"
"Yeah, Ron. It seemed like I walked a thousand miles today."
"Do your feet hurt? Want me to rub them?"
"Oh, yes! Would you?" This was normal. Ron was very good at giving massages.
The family was very appreciative of his talents. But Ron had an alterior
motive. He started rubbing her feet, but meanwhile, he was attempting to
make minor adjustments to her attitudes. He made it so she wasn't interested
in dating, but that she would still get horny. He made it so that she would
notice his body. He stopped short of making her want him: that was his
restriction. He was afraid he'd have to break his own restriction in order
to complete the project by June, but he was going to give it a shot. He
continued rubbing her feet until 10:00, and by then his hands were nearly
numb.
"How's that, Mom?"
"Oh, that was just great, honey. Thank you very much."
"Well, I'm gonna go to bed now. It's been a long day." Ron leaned down to
give his Mom a hug, and her kiss. He lingered longer than before today,
wondering what reaction he'd get.
When he broke the kiss, his mother began to say something. "Ronald...."
"Yeah, Mom?" He knew she was arguing with herself, and he wanted to see
which way it would go, so he didn't interfere.
"Good night. Sleep well, dear."
'YES!' "Okay, you too, Mom. Love ya."
"I love you too, Ron."

Chapter 5: The Seduction of Sandra
Sandra Chaffey was confused. Her son's behavior over the last week was
baffling. Even more troubling was that she was beginning to accept it, even
like it. She didn't understand what was going on at all. 'What's happening
to me? I let my son kiss me every night this week, and those last couple
were definitely not platonic!'
Also confusing was how he had managed her ex-husband. She still didn't know
how he had gotten away with it. She knew that if she had ever spoken to Mike
that way, he would have beaten her to a pulp. Not only did he not swing on
Ron, but he actually left! 'I don't understand any of this, but', she
admitted to herself, 'I enjoyed it when Ron stood up for me with Mike. And
his attention hasn't been unpleasant either.'
It was Saturday, and Ron was lounging about, watching TV. Dawn was out with
friends, and Nikki was up in her room doing whatever. His Mom was out in the
back yard pulling weeds, and he was supposed to be doing the dishes, but he
knew Nikki'd get to them eventually. Ron was still working out what the next
step in his mother's conditioning should be, when he was interrupted by the
doorbell. He went to see who it was, and wasn't surprised to see Tammy
standing there.
"Hey, Tammy! Come on in. Nikki's upstairs. You want me to go get her, or do
you want to go up?" Tammy walked in, but Ron realized something was
troubling her. It also appeared she didn't want to talk about it, but felt
she had to ask him something. Ron hadn't learned any fine control on his
telepathy yet, but all of a sudden, he heard '...Maybe I could get Ron to
help me...' Then he knew at least a little bit. 'So, that was Tammy I heard.
And whatever it is, she's been working up to it for a while. Can I find out
anything else?'
He focused on her, but all he got were images of Nikki. 'That's strange. I
wonder what this is all about.'
"Is there something wrong, Tammy?"
"Ron, um, can I talk to you for a minute? In private?"
"Sure, I guess. Mom's outside, so we can talk here. What's up?"
"I don't know how to say this, but I have to tell you a secret, and I want
you to swear never to tell anyone, ever!"
"Well..... okay. So long as it won't get me in trouble."
Tammy hesitated, and Ron knew she was just trying to phrase it properly.
"Tams, just spit it out, whatever it is."
"Ron, I think I'm in love with Nikki."
'What? Rewind..... Yes, she did say what I thought she just said.'
"Tammy, do you even know what you're saying?"
"Yes. I want to.... you know... with her, but I don't know how to ask. Can
you help me?"
"Tammy, don't you like boys?"
"Huh? Oh, well, they're okay, but none of them want to have anything to do
with me."
"Come off it, Tams. Looking like you do, you've got to have guys hanging all
over you." Tammy was a red-headed wonder. She had a gorgeous face, and a
well-developed ass for her age. She didn't have much for tits, but made up
for it with legs that seemed to go on forever. Ron knew in a few years she'd
be a real knockout. Tammy blushed from his attention.
"Nah. I'm just not good around boys. I get all silly. But, Ron, Nikki makes
me feel.... different, ya know?"
Actually, Ron did not know, but he wasn't going to press her on it. 'What do
I do? I know what she's asking, and I can help her, but should I? Maybe....'
"Tammy, have you mentioned any of this to Nikki?"
"No way! I couldn't dare! That's what I need help with. I don't know how to
ask her. Please, Ron, you gotta help me!" The look in her eyes made up his
mind for him. Anyone that needy deserved what she was asking for. Besides,
Ron knew Nikki probably wouldn't object in any way to the relationship,
especially if he asked.
"Wait here, Tammy. I'll go talk to Nikki."
"Ron? Wait! What're you gonna say?"
"Don't worry. Just sit here until I get back." Ron headed upstairs, leaving
Tammy to sit with her worry. He came to Nicole's door and knocked.
"What!" There was that reply again. He really ought to do something about
that.
"Nik? It's me."
"Oh, Ron! C'mon in!" Well, at least her tone changed when she found out it
was him. Ron stepped in and closed the door.
"Nikki? I have a strange question to ask."
"Shoot."
"You like doing it with Dawn, right?"
"You bet, and you too, Ron. Do we have time..." Ron held up his hand.
"Not right now. What I want to know is, have you ever thought about doing it
with... 'other' girls?"
"Um, well, yeah. But I couldn't ask any of them. I don't want it to go
around school that I like girls, ya know? I mean, I really like boys better,
but Dawn's a lot of fun. Why are you asking?"
"Well.... Tammy's downstairs. She just asked me to help her with a little
problem... If you know what I mean."
"No. What?" Nikki could be stunningly naive at times.
Ron groaned. "Look, Nik. Tammy asked me if I knew of any way she could tell
you she wants to make out with you." He figured the direct approach was
going to be the only way she was going to understand.
Comprehension slowly dawned on Nikki's face. "Ohhhhhhhh. I didn't know,
Ron."
"I think that's the point, Nik," Ron chuckled. "Question is: are you
interested?"
"Hell, yeah! Let's go get her!" Nikki started for the door, but Ron stopped
her.
"Nik, Tammy's still a little unsure of herself. You might want to slow down
a little. Tell you what: you wait here and get ready, and I'll bring her up
in, oh, three or four minutes, okay?"
Nikki understood what Ron was saying. "Okay, you want to explain it to her.
How should I 'get ready'?"
"Just... oh, I don't know. Think of something. Just try not to be too
pushy." Ron headed downstairs to talk to Tammy, and Nicole went to look
through her closet.
Ron found Tammy waiting where he left her.
"Well? What did you tell her?"
"Tams, calm down. Me and Nikki, we tell each other lots of things, so I know
her real well. I asked her what she thought of the idea, without telling her
who. As I thought, she's pretty excited about the idea. She's getting ready
now. Tammy, one thing: you can't talk about this with anyone, or we'll all
be in big trouble. I'll take you upstairs, and once you two get going, I'm
going to have to keep Mom occupied. I'm going to do this because I like you,
and because Nikki's my sister, and I want her to be happy. Maybe she'll tell
you some things about us, maybe she won't. That's up to her. Now, are you
ready?"
She'd been fidgeting ever since he'd said she was 'getting ready', but now
she looked almost panicked. She took a few deep breaths and said, "I think
so. Thanks Ron, I couldn't have asked her myself."
"No sweat. Always glad to help out." He knew he would eventually have a
piece of this ass, so he wanted to be nice to her. He led her upstairs to
Nikki's room, and guided her inside. Once there, they both saw Nikki,
wearing a robe that she'd worn two years ago. It wouldn't close, but covered
her breasts, and underneath they could see her underwear.
"Nikki?" Tammy was stunned.
"Nice outfit, Nik. I think you can take it from here?"
"Yeah. Thanks, Ron. Unless...." She was going to continue, but he stopped
her.
"Not this time. This is her first time, and it should always be special.
Maybe later."
Tammy didn't understand word one of this exchange, but she was too focussed
on Nicole's body to care. She started to pull her shirt off as she walked
toward the bed....
At that point, Ron left the room. He knew Tammy would be uncomfortable
enough with the situation without having him watching. He liked Tammy, and
he really liked her body. He headed downstairs, and thought about how to
distract Mom. 'She should still be out back. I wonder what she's doing' Ron
looked out one of the windows, and saw her lying on a lounge chair. Ron
began to get an idea. 'First, I need to know what she's thinking now.' Ron
focussed his attention, and found that his mother was fantasizing. He was
disappointed to find that her fantasy was not about him, but that would
change. Slowly, as she sunk into the images, he replaced the man in her
dream with his own image. It took a great deal of concentration to maintain
this, as everytime she noticed it was his image, she would try to change it.
Sandra was worried. Sandra was also hot. Very hot. She was beginning to
writhe on her lounge chair as the image in her mind massaged her body. She
was worried because her mind insisted on putting her son in the role of the
man. She was also worried because it was turning her on. Slowly the
man...her son... pulled off her clothes, piece by piece. He caressed her
breasts, moved his hands between her thighs...
Sandra sat bolt upright. She looked down, and her hands were buried in her
pants. She pulled them out, and they were covered with her juice. 'What is
happening to me? Am I becoming a slut?' She wiped her hands on the towel she
had handy, and decided she'd better get back to work.
'Well, that was entertaining,' thought Ron. Next, he got a can of Pepsi out
of the fridge, and headed outside. He saw his mother, crouching at the
flower beds. He walked up to her, and he could sense she didn't know he was
there yet. Just then, he thought of something. 'I wonder if I can make
myself invisible to her.' He struggled with this one, but managed to come up
with an image that would work. He sent out the order, but nothing happened.
Not that anything should have, this was just what she should have done:
nothing. Then he tried waving his hand in front of her face. No reaction. It
was as if he weren't there. 'This could be fun.'
Ron set the Pepsi on the ground, and reached out to his mother. He
hesitated, not sure if the effect would be maintained when he touched her.
Then he decided to give it a shot. First, he placed his hands on her
shoulders. She stiffened, and looked around, but apparently saw nothing. She
attempted to go back to work, but just then he started massaging. She
stopped, and relaxed into the feeling. He could feel her confusion, but he
didn't do anything about it. he pulled her back, until she fell onto her
rump. Now he kneeled, so that he could do this for longer without her legs
tensing up. She leaned forward, allowing him access. In her mind, she was
unsure why she did this, since there was no one there. It was just her
normal response to getting a back rub.
Ron continued for about five minutes, then decided to get bold. He widened
the area of his rub, until he was covering all of her upper back, and her
sides. Finally, he gave in to temptation, and began massaging her breasts.
She was wearing a bra, but it still felt good to him.
'What the hell is going on with me? Am I going crazy? I can distinctly feel
hands on my body, but there is no one here! Am I really that horny?'
Sandra let out a moan, and fell backwards. Ron, moving quickly, moved out of
her way, so that she fell onto her back. He was making this up as he went
along, but he felt he'd found the perfect opportunity to move a step closer
to his goal. He picked up the soda can, moved a few paces toward the house,
and removed his invisibility control. He then walked over to his mom,
concern on his face.
"Mom? Are you okay?"
She opened her eyes at him and smiled. "Yes, honey, I'm just fine. Could you
help your mother up, please?" Ron had set the Pepsi over on the table, so he
helped her up with both hands, a little more forcefully than necessary. Her
momentum caused her body to collide with his, and he took full advantage. He
wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her full on the mouth. She
immediately responded, and opened her mouth to let his tongue in. This was
something she hadn't done before, but it wasn't what Ron had in mind. He
knew he had to move in small steps, or she'd figure out too much. Slowly, he
worked his hands down her body, until they came to rest on her ass cheeks.
Then he squeezed. Sandra tensed, but she didn't break the kiss for some
seconds.
"Oh! Ron... we shouldn't be doing this."
"Didn't you like it, Mom?"
"Yes, honey, I did, but that's not the point."
"Maybe it is the point, Mom. Anyway, I brought you a Pepsi. You looked
awfully hot out here."
She sensed he was just changing the subject, but she didn't want to talk
about what she was feeling anyway. "Thank you. That was very thoughtful, and
you're right. It is getting very hot out here. 'And that has very little to
do with the sun, right now.'
Ron looked up at his sister's window. He'd given her a mental command (since
he'd forgotten to give her an oral one) to adjust her blinds when they were
done. Her blinds were as he'd told her, so they must have finished.
"Why don't we go in now? You're almost done out here, anyway."
"Good idea. I could really use a nice, cool shower."
'I'll bet you could. One more step closer. This is lots of fun.'
The next week was heaven for Ron. He'd temporarily lost one partner, since
Nikki and Tammy were going at it hot and heavy almost every day, but he was
okay with that for now. Dawn could keep him satisfied, and of course he was
screwing Jessica twice a week. Jessica was the amusing part of it all. Since
he'd given her instructions to be aroused when she though of him, her mind
had conflicting instructions. She couldn't find a way to resolve her inner
turmoil, and the fact that he treated her in a kind way, even if he was
ordering her about, wasn't helping her one little bit.
Ron was also progressing with his mother. He had continued kissing her, and
grabbing her whenever and wherever he could get away with. She stopped
protesting after a few days, and by now she was actually starting to get
into it. This worried her, but she tried not to think about it too much.
It was Saturday again, and Ron was once again lounging on the couch watching
TV. He was still trying to figure out what had come over Tammy. He knew her
actions weren't 'normal'. Ten year old girls do not make decisions like the
one she had made, and they certainly don't voice them to other people. 'I
wonder if I somehow had a hand in this. Maybe I influenced her without
knowing it. But how could that be? I heard her thought long before I really
realized.... But it could still have been me, couldn't it? I guess I'll have
to ask the people at CAMP.'
That decided, Ron moved on to his favorite topic as of late: his mother.
'What's next? I've got her to kiss me more like a girlfriend than a Mom, I
can grab her ass anytime I like. What do I do next?' The next step was
pretty obvious, to him anyway, and he just wondered how to implement it. His
mother was out in the back yard working again, and he decided to go see what
she was doing.
Ron found his mother pulling weeds in the garden. He had enforced his
invisibility control again, so she couldn't see him. He sat down to watch
her for a while and consider his options. His next goal was something he'd
already touched, but which he now wanted her to agree to. Just then, his
mother finished up, and went and laid on the lounge chair. Ron figured it
was time for another fantasy session.
...Sandra was in a misty room, lying on a very comfortable table. In her
mind, she knew it was a massage table, and she was awaiting the masseure. He
appeared out of the mist, and she was not surprised to see that it was her
son, Ron. She decided to let this fantasy go, to see where it would lead.
She was lying on her stomach, ready to be massaged, ready to have her own
son manipulate her.
And manipulate her, he did. In the real world, Ron was elated at the content
of her fantasy. He knew her acceptance of his image in the dream was a big
step forward. He decided today to alter the content of the fantasy to his
liking, to help him achieve his goals.
...Ron spent much time massaging her back, and her arms. He moved down to
her legs, and it felt oh, so wonderful. She was hoping he would never stop.
Eventually, though, he placed a hand on her shoulder, and, without words,
signalled that he wanted her to turn over. A small voice in her dream said
it was wrong for her to expose herself to her son. Sandra quashed that voice
quickly, and settled back into the fantasy.
Sandra rolled onto her back, exposing herself to her son. He began at her
shoulders, kneading out all the knots of tension and stress. Then he moved
down. She shivered as he began to massage her breasts. Gently, tenderly, he
pushed and pulled in all the right ways until her nipples were hard as
diamond, and standing their full inch away from her tits.
Slowly, Ron moved away from her breasts, down her body. As his hands reached
between her thighs, he whispered, "Let it go, Mom.... let it go......."
Sandra bolted out of the lounge chair. 'What is happening to me? I can't be
thinking these things about my own son!' Then she realized that her pussy
was wet, and throbbing. She had thoroughly enjoyed the fantasy, until she
had come out of it.
Ron watched his mother go back in the house, and he followed her in. She
went to her room and closed the door. Ron really needed some relief now. He
had been as turned on by his Mom's fantasy as she was, but she had at least
gotten some relief. He headed up to his room, only to find Nikki waiting for
him.
"Hey, Nik. What's up?"
"Ron, can I ask a favor?"
"I suppose. Go ahead." He knew what was coming, and it was perfect timing.
He wondered yet again if he'd had something to do with it.
"Well, Tammy's great and all, but, well, I haven't had any time with you
lately. Tammy says she might be interested in boys, but she doesn't have any
way to tell." She was going to continue, but didn't need to.
"Are you asking me if I'll have sex with her?"
"Um.... yeah."
"No sweat, Nikki. She's not exactly ugly, is she?" They both laughed at
that. "Give me a couple minutes here, okay? Then bring her in. Does she want
you to join us?"
"I don't know. I hope so." She gave him a very adult smile for a 10
year-old, and left the room. Ron pulled off his shirt and jeans, and put on
his robe. He laughed to himself when he realized that this was exactly how
Nikki had appeared, although his robe fit properly.
Nikki brought Tammy in a few minutes later, to find Ron lying on his bed.
"Tammy has decided that I can join you two, if I promise not to hog you too
much."
"And you agreed to that?" Ron asked with some amusement.
"It'll be tough, but I think I can do it." Nikki responded in kind.
"Okay." Ron got up and walked over to them. "Nik, close the door, would ya?
Thanks. Okay, Tams, how much has Nikki explained about the first time?"
"I gave her the whole speech. Pain and all. She says she's ready." Ron
looked Tammy in the eye to see if that were true. He saw her face blank.
'Whoops. I've gotta learn to stop doing that.' He looked away and asked
Tammy if that were true. She nodded, but looked hesitant.
"Alright, Tammy, come over here to the bed. Now, I want you to just relax.
Let me and Nikki do all the work." Ron reached out and took hold of her
shirt. Gently, he lifted it over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, and Ron
had a nice view of her chest. He reached down and started kissing her
nipples. Tammy moaned in response, and thrust her chest towards his face.
Meanwhile, Nikki was busily removing her own clothes. When she had completed
that, she started to remove what was left of Tammy's. Ron stopped her when
it got to the panties, though.
"Those are mine, Nik."
"Okay, big brother."
Ron knelt before Tammy and slowly, ever so slowly, worked her panties down
her legs until they fell to the floor. he had her step out of them, and he
examined her private area. No hair, just like Nikki, and the sweetest little
pussy you'd ever see. He bent in and tentatively licked at it. Tammy
squeeled and bucked with the slightest touch. 'God, is she hot! This is
gonna be a helluva ride!'
Ron took Tammy by the hand and laid her on the bed. He spread her legs and
knelt between them. This was something she was familiar with, so he figured
she'd relax a little. As he started to work on her pussy, he felt something
warm encircle his prick. He looked down to see his sister jacking him to
total hardness. Not that he was far from it, but her touch always made his
dick feel like an iron rod. He returned to Tammy's slit, and started licking
and sucking to his heart's content. Tammy was slithering all over the place
in ecstasy, and Ron wasn't far behind her, since Nikki had started sucking
him shortly before. Ron knew he wouldn't last long like this, but he figured
Tammy was close to coming herself. He picked up his pace a bit, taking her
clit into his mouth and sucking on it. Then he very lightly nipped her clit
with his teeth. That was all she could stand. Her body went rigid, and she
let out a strangled scream. Just then, his own body gave up fighting, and he
came in his sister's mouth. She swallowed it all, like the sex-crazed maniac
she was.
Nikki kept sucking till Ron was hard again, and by that time, Tammy had
calmed down. Ron stood up and positioned himself, then turned to his sister.
He motioned her to come over to him, and whispered something in her ear. She
gave him a smile, and a deep, loving kiss. Then she crawled onto the bed
with Tammy. She straddled Tammy's face and lowered herself. Tammy, being
familiar with this position, began eating out Nikki right away. Nikki
reached down and started playing with Tammy's nipples, while Ron rubbed
hers. Then, when Ron figured Tammy was involved enough, he mouthed to his
sister "Keep it up." He placed his dick at the entrance to Tammy's love
hole, and pressed in. Tammy was too excited to tense much, but a low moan
did escape her, muffled as it was by Nicole's pussy.
Ron moved in and out slowly until he felt Tammy was ready. Then, he plunged
in as hard as he could and froze. Tammy had frozen, and Nikki had moved off
of her for the time being. Ron watched Tammy's face for any signs of pain.
He was shocked by the look he did see there: one of pure, wanton lust. Her
words also shocked him.
"Fuck me, Ron. Fuck me hard."
"Okay, you asked for it. Nik, I think you can resume your position." And she
did, quickly. While Tammy ate out Nikki's pussy, Ron started slamming away
at Tammy's box. He reached out and massaged Nikki's tits, which she
thoroughly enjoyed. Nikki climaxed in short time, as she was only on her
first. She moved off to recover, and Tammy looked up at Ron. Her face was a
mess with Nikki's juices, but still he found her beautiful just now. Then he
knew. 'I've always been attracted to you, Tammy. It must have been my
influence that got this going. Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but I
wish that at least I knew what my mind was doing!'
"Ron?"
"Yeah, Tams?"
"Can we do it.... 'Doggie style'?"
"Sure, if you want." He pulled out of her, and helped her roll over onto her
knees. She stuck her ass way in the air, and put her head on one of Ron's
pillows. Ron entered her again and resumed his pounding. He reached around
and fondled her tits. There wasn't much there, he noted. 'About like
Jessica. But Tammy's got more years to grow than Jess does.' He was building
towards his climax when he saw his sister return to the scene. She lay under
Tammy, and reached between her legs to fondle his balls. This was a tricky
maneuver with him moving so much, but Nikki was very good at sex, and
managed it well. Then she reached up between them and started licking at
Tammy's clit. This sensation drove both Tammy and Ron wild. Occasionally,
Nikki would miss, and would lick Ron's cock as a consequence. This was going
to wrap things up in short order, Ron knew, so he quickened the pace.
Tammy was wriggling and writhing now, ready to come. She needed that one
thing to help her over. Ron reached around again and lightly pinched both of
her nipples. This had worked with Dawn a lot, and it worked with Tammy. She
came rather loudly, and Ron thought, 'It's a good thing I've got control of
Mom.' Tammy's pussy was squeezing his cock unmercifully, and the feelings it
was causing overwhelmed what little control he had left. He came in her for
what seemed like hours, until they were all spent. Ron pulled out, hugged
both girls, and they all nestled on the bed for a quick nap.
Now that Ron had access to four girls, and was working on a fifth, he found
that time went remarkably fast. The days of the week almost went by in a
blur. There always seemed to be something to shake him up a little during
the week, though. This week's major event was on Thursday, when Jessica
showed up for their usual "lesson".
"Good evening, Jessica. Are you ready to begin?"
Jessica was smart enough and a fast enough reader and learner that they had
actually finished the year's lessons already. This was possible because it
was so close to the end of the school year, and because he'd spent a couple
of marathon sessions with her, spending two hours on studying, and only a
half hour on sex. It was a sacrifice he felt well worth it.
"Can we talk a minute first?" She wasn't usually so calm, and this disturbed
him. 'Has she managed to break my control?' He knew that mental controls
were temporary, but he'd been reinforcing hers every time he'd seen her, so
he didn't think she could, but still... 'Well, I still have the tape.'
"I suppose. What do you want to talk about?"
"I know what you've been doing to me. I know you know that, but I needed to
say it."
"Okay. Was that it?"
"No. I don't understand this, Ron, but I've come to accept your control over
me. I've even started to like it."
'Where is she going with this? I'm totally at a loss now.' "Okay, great. I
don't see the problem."
"I didn't say there was a problem, I just needed to talk. Can you tell me
how you did it? I mean, did you drug me, or what?"
"How could I have done that? When I asked you if you wanted something to
drink, you said no. No, I didn't drug you, although I don't think I could
really explain what I did. Can we leave it at, I have control of your mind?"
"Okay, if you say so. Maybe that's why I feel the way I do. Ron, school ends
in another month. After that, I'm afraid we won't be seeing each other any
more. I don't want that to happen."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying.... Hell, Ron, I don't know what I'm saying, exactly. Only that
I don't want to be away from you now."
'Well, this is an interesting twist. This all started out with me wanting
her, and now it appears that she is wanting me.'
"Are you saying you want to become my girlfriend, or what?"
"I don't think girlfriend is what I want, really, though that would work at
school. You and I have a stronger relationship than that, don't you think?"
"Well, I guess. What, then?"
"Ron, I don't know why I'm happy about this, but the only term that fits my
relationship to you is.... slave."
'SHIT!!!!! This I never expected! Have I been THAT much of an influence?'
"Um.... Jessica, what brought this on? I mean, why are you telling me this
now?"
"I don't know, Ron. All I know is that, over the weekend, and all this week,
all I've been able to think about is you. And that makes me horny as hell. I
don't really care that you're controlling me. I don't know why I don't care,
but I don't."
"Jessica, wait right here. Don't move." Somehow, he knew she wouldn't, even
though he hadn't used any mental powers on her. He ran up to his room to
find the card. 'Where is it? Ah! here it is. I hope they can help with this
one.'
There answer was not edifying. He was even more confused now than before he
had called them. The counselor's question was straightforward:
"So what's the problem?"
"What d'ya mean, 'What's the problem'! She wants to be my slave, for crying
out loud!"
"That is not an unusual phenomenon. Some women react this way to being
controlled."
"So what do I do?"
"Whatever you like. We are not here to judge you."
"I'm not asking you to judge me, I'm asking for 'advice'!"
"That is advice I am not equipped to give, since I do not know your entire
situation. You must come to that decision yourself. However, if you do
decide to keep her, you will need to bring her with you when you come to
CAMP. Consider that in your decision, but do not let it weigh too heavily.
Mr. McGavin will be in personal contact in a couple of days to help with the
paperwork if necessary. Can I be of any further assistance?"
"No, I guess not."
"Have a good evening, then. Good-bye." 'Click.'
He was right. Jessica hadn't moved an inch since he had left, but he didn't
know what to do with her.
"Jessica, come over here." He was sitting on the couch, and she joined him.
He had learned over the last week more on how to read minds, after using a
few of his fellow students and Mrs. Hayes as subjects, then wiping their
memories. He placed his hands on her temples, not out of any need, but
because it reminded him of Mr. Spock's 'mind meld'. She immediately went
slack, and her mind opened to him. He had learned from Mrs. Hayes how to
recognize the signs of his tampering. They were subtle signals in the brain,
but he could spot them. He delved as deep into Jessica's mind as he could,
looking for his influence. He saw his learning commands, he saw his "gag
order" on her, and his obedience command. Was that it? was his obedience
command too strong? No, it was the same he had applied to several people,
and it wasn't much more than he had done naturally all his life. He saw his
arousal command, and wondered if this was it. Had her arousal caused this
change? 'Well, let's remove it and find out.' He pulled this command off of
her mind, but he was disturbed to find an after-image of it still there.
'But is it an after-image, or her own thoughts? I'll have to ask Mr.
McGavin.'
He pulled out of her mind, and she re-awakened.
"What happened?"
"Don't worry. I just needed to look around your head for a little bit.
Jessica... look, can I call you Jess?"
"I think I'd like that." Which was unusual. She didn't like anyone to call
her anything other than Jessica. She wasn't sure of what was happening to
her, but, unlike Ron, she was willing to accept the new order of things.
"Thank you. I think we need to back of here, Jess. I'm not saying no. What
I'm saying is that, maybe we should take a break. Look, let's do this: Go
home, and we'll call off lessons for this week. Then, if you feel the same
way next week, we'll see what can be done, okay?"
She was hurt, and he could tell. She didn't want to leave, but he had to
know if this would fade without his arousal command.
"Okay, Ron. But what do I tell my Mom?"
"Oh. Just tell her that I felt you have caught up with the class, and that I
thought you needed a break. Of course, there will be no charge for this
week." He smiled at that, and was glad to see she did, too, but this also,
was disturbing.
"Alright. But I don't wanna go." He walked her to the door, and was
surprised again when she kissed him before she left. "Please say yes, Ron.
Good-bye!"
As she walked out of sight, he murmered "Good-bye, Jess. What am I gonna do
about you?"
Ron needed to distract himself from his problem with Jess. He turned to his
mother for some mental relief. He had taken to influencing her fantasies
every day this week, and figured she was ready now for physical contact. He
found his Mom in the kitchen, making herself a snack. He walked up behind
her and gave her a now-familiar reverse hug, with him standing behind her,
arms around her waist. She leaned back into it almost immediately, relaxing
in his arms.
"Don't you have a student now?" she asked in a low voice.
"No. I sent Jessica home. She needed a break or she was going to burn out."
'Well, actually I was going to burn out, but...'
"Oh. Well, I guess you know what's best for your students." She was enjoying
the embrace. She didn't even consider that only a few weeks ago, she would
never have allowed him to do this.
Slowly, Ron reached up and cupped her breasts. He didn't knead or fondle
them, he just held them gently.
"Oh, baby, you shouldn't do that..." She didn't pull his hands away, or jerk
out of his grasp, so he didn't move.
"Why not, Mom? Doesn't it make you feel good?" He knew it did. He could read
her body language as well as her thoughts. He knew her nipples were hard. He
also knew her pussy was wet. He was close, but he knew the last few hurdles
would be the hardest.
"It's not what mothers and sons normally do, honey."
"Well, maybe they ought to, Mom. I mean, you like, and I like it. It's not
like you have a boyfriend or anything."
"I know. It just seems that I'm not interested in other men right now. I
guess your Dad kind of soured me on other men. You're the only person who's
even kissed me since Mike and I got divorced."
"Well, see, Mom? So this isn't so bad after all." He knew it would take
time, but he was really enjoying standing here, holding his mother in his
arms. It was an easy fit: Sandra Chaffey was only 5'2" tall, so she was only
slightly taller than her son. Ron adored her body, everything about it
seemed just right. Her breasts, her legs, her ass, everything seemed to be
in just the right proportions. And her face was a dream. He didn't know how
any man could do what Mike had done so often, hitting his mother the way he
did. He wanted more than anything to kiss that face, not hit it.
"I guess not..... But still....." She was hesitant. Finally, she found a
solution she knew he wouldn't argue with. She turned around in his arms and
gave him a deep, wonderful kiss. A small part of her mind wondered at using
this particular tactic to get him to stop, but she shoved it down with
enough force that the little voice probably wouldn't bother her for some
time.
Finally, they broke off the kiss, and Ron went up to his room. His mother
continued what she had been doing, actually happy to have had the encounter,
feeling that she had made progress, not knowing that they both had.
Ron continued this exercise once or twice a day, each time his mother's
protests were weaker. He also continued influencing her fantasies, gradually
making them more and more explicit. He still found he was hitting a natural
barrier at the idea of having sex. He knew he needed to help her take down
that wall if he was to succeed. It would take time. Well, he still had
almost two months to go. It was going to take most of that time, he knew.
Mr. McGavin showed up on the following Tuesday.
"Howdy, Ron! They tell me you have something of a crisis on your hands. They
didn't elaborate, but I gather it has to do with something you weren't
prepared for. Why don't you fill me in?"
"Okay, come on in to the living room." Once there, they found Tammy and
Nikki necking on the couch. "Guys, could you go upstairs and do that,
please? I need to talk with Mr. McGavin.
Tammy came over and gave him a kiss. "Will you be coming up later?"
"Maybe. You two don't need me to have a good time, though."
"No, but you make it more fun!" They both ran upstairs, and Mike sat down,
amused.
"It looks like you have your hands full, Ron."
"You have no idea, Mr.-"
"Ron, you can call me Mike. We try to remain informal at CAMP."
"Okay, Mike. You have no idea what I've been going through. It's not what I
called about, but can you answer a question for me?"
"Alright, if I can."
"It's about Tammy, the girl who just left. She came to me and asked if I
could.... fix her up with my sister. I think I had something to do with it,
but it all started before I really realized I had this kind of power. Is it
possible for me to have caused it, or is she just, weird?"
Mike had to laugh at that. It was always fun working with new psionics. "No,
she's not 'weird'. Do you find her attractive?"
"Incredibly."
"Well, there's your answer. Ron, the psionic mind is a very funny thing. It
will answer the owner's wishes without him knowing it at all, sometimes, as
it has been doing for you since you were born. On the other hand, sometimes
an untrained psionic can't get it to do anything at all. Please note, I said
untrained, and usually these psionics are really pretty weak. Now then, can
we get to your problem?"
"Oh, yeah. Her name is Jessica."
"Nice name. What's the problem?"
"She wants to be my slave."
"I repeat, what's the problem?" Mike chuckled, but he could tell from Ron's
expression that he really needed help with this one. "Look, Ron, what about
this is really bothering you?"
"I don't know whether I caused her to want to be my slave or not. I mean, I
was controlling her, but I've been controlling others, and they haven't said
they want to be my slaves."
"Maybe they just don't see the need to express it. On the other hand, which
control do you think might have been the culprit?"
"I gave her a command that every time she thought of me, she would get
excited, you know, sexually. When I looked through her mind-"
"Stop. You looked through her head? You can do that?"
"Well, I'm still learning, but, I'm getting pretty good at it, yeah. Why?"
Mike wrote something down, and then went on. "Nothing vital, it's just
unusual. Go ahead with what you were saying."
"Well, anyway, I learned to recognize where my controls were, ya know? Like,
I can see where I've inserted commands."
Mike nodded, and was writing continuously now. "Go on."
"I found the command that I had placed to exciter her when she thought about
me, and I removed it. But, when I did, I saw what looked like a shadow of
the command there. What was that? Do they fade away over time when you
remove them, or what?"
Mike was shocked. No untrained Talent had ever managed what Ron was talking
about. It was a level beyond Mental Conditioning, know as Direct Mental
Reprogramming. It was very difficult for most psionics to learn, and very
few ever mastered it. Mike himself was completely incapable of doing it at
all, and he was one of the strongest psionics in the recruitment force.
"Well, Ron. I'm going to have to go on what I've been told here, because I
can't do what you just described. However, others have, and they've told me
about it. Commands do not 'fade', as you've suggested. They are either
there, or they're not. What you are seeing, therefore, is her own thought.
She has re-created your command on her own. This, of course, can be altered
by a command, but it cannot be removed. She has decided of her own will to
get excited when thinking about you."
"So, it really is her idea to be my slave?"
"It would appear so. Next, the question is, do you want her?"
"YES! I mean, sure, if CAMP is okay with it."
Mike hated having to remind people of this constantly, but, as a recruitment
officer, it came up at least once a day. "Ron, CAMP could care less. On the
whole, most CAMP members have at least one 'slave', as she has chosen to
call it. We prefer the term 'devotee', or 'follower', but you may call her
whatever you wish. We can, however, facilitate some of the details of the
deal. She will need to come with you to CAMP. The reason for this is that
anyone who has linked themselves to you this closely will have trouble being
away from you for that length of time. If you had decided to turn her down,
you would have needed to re-assert your power over her to change her emotion
toward you to something less, overpoweringly devoted."
"Okay. What do we need to do?"
"Well, we need to speak with her parents, or at least one. Can you have them
come here?"
"Sure. Let me call them." Ron called Mrs. Simmons, and asked if she and
Jessica could come over. He told her they needed to talk about Jessica's
schoolwork.
"Okay, they'll be here in a few minutes. They think we're going to talk
about schoolwork, if that helps you any."
"Very good, Ron. You understand already that the mother would not approve of
this if she understood it all. Jessica knows the truth, though, doesn't
she?"
"What do you mean by 'the truth'?"
"About the Ability."
"Not entirely. She just knows that I can control her mind, somehow."
"Ah. Very clever. That is a good strategy, never to let them know exactly
what you're capable of."
Just then, Sandra Chaffey walked in the door. Her outfit was stunning today.
Sandra had light brown hair, vibrant green eyes, and a small mouth that
begged to be kissed. She was wearing a light blue blouse that was thin
enough that one could see the dark spots of her nipples under it. 'She's not
wearing a bra!' Ron tore his eyes away from that sight to continue down her
body. She was wearing a white skirt that hugged her curves in all the right
ways. Ron was instantly hard, and had to try hard not to let his eyes fall
out of his head.
"Hi, hon. Oh, hello again, Mr. -"
"McGavin, ma'am, but you can call me Mike."
"Well, Mike, I hope there's not a problem with Ron's application for CAMP."
"Oh, no. Actually, I'm here to sign up another individual, one of Ron's
students. She has... different... needs and abilities, but we still feel
time at CAMP would be worthwhile. I am using Ron as a contact point, so that
the young lady will feel more comfortable, and so that Ron can help me
convince her."
"Well, that's nice. Well, Ron, we're alone again tonight. What would you
like for dinner?"
"I don't know, Mom. The last time we were alone we had pizza. Did you have a
rough day?"
"Yes, actually. But Mike here doesn't want to hear about all that. If you're
not going to be too long, I'll order the pizza now."
Ron looked over at Mike. Mike was trying very hard not to drool while
staring at his mother. "Um, no, we won't be much longer. As soon as they
arrive, it should only be about ten minutes or so."
"Okay then. I'm going upstairs to change." She walked over and gave Ron a
kiss that turned Mike green with envy. Then she sauntered up the stairs,
with two sets of eyes on her backside.
"I... um... see you've been working on your challenge."
"Yes, I have. I never like to get behind in my work." 'Get behind of my
work, now that's a different story...' "You're going to have to control Mrs.
Simmons, aren't you?"
"No, Ron. You are. I'm not around here enough to make sure it sticks. You'll
have to convince her that whatever you say is what she should do. Given what
I just saw, that should be a piece of cake for you." The doorbell rang then,
and Ron got up to answer it.
"Good evening, Mrs. Simmons, Jess. Come in, please." They all came into the
living room, but Mrs. Simmons and Jess stopped when they saw Mike.
"Ron, I thought we were going to talk about my schoolwork?"
"Jess, do you remember what we spoke of last Thursday?"
Jessica's face brightened. "Yes, of course I do."
"Mike is here to help out with that, if you're still interested."
"I am!"
"Okay. Why don't you go sit by Mike. He might have some questions for you,
or he can explain about some things. I need to talk to your Mom for a
minute."
"Okay." She went and sat by Mike, who quietly began asking her some
questions. Ron went to Mrs. Simmons.
"Mrs. Simmons, can we sit for a moment and talk?"
"Certainly, Ron. What is this about? I thought-"
"Mrs. Simmons, what is your first name?"
"Mary, why?"
They had both sat down on the love seat across the room from the couch. He
took Mary's hand and said quietly. "You are completely relaxed. Open your
mind...."
After about ten minutes, Ron finished up. Mrs. Simmons would now do anything
he asked of her. He brought her back to Mike and Jess.
"Okay, Mike. Have you explained everything to Jess?"
"Yes. How about Mrs. Simmons?"
"Mary? I need you to sign these papers. This is an application for a special
camp this summer. It won't cost you anything, but I am going, and I would
like Jess to come with me. Will you sign the form?"
"Of course, Ron. Anything you need."
"You will need to explain this to your Dad, Jess. If he has any questions,
or if he has a problem with it, tell him to come talk to me, alright?"
"Yeah, no problem." She got up and stood next to him, holding on to his arm.
"Okay. Did the break do you any good, Jess?"
She looked at her mother, and answered carefully. "Sure, Ron." Then she
whispered, "it only made me want you more." He smiled at that, and then
escorted the ladies to the door. "I'll see you at school tomorrow, Jess.
Bye." The pizza guy showed up as they were leaving, so Ron paid for it and
took it to the kitchen. He returned to the living room to see Mike putting
his coat on.
"Well, I see that you have everything under control now. Nice work with Mrs.
Simmons, by the way. How in the hell did you learn to do that so fast?"
"I dunno. I just practiced a few times. I hope I didn't mess anybody up."
"You can fix it later if you did. No change is truly permanent: you can
always alter your own commands at a later time. Well, I'll be going now. It
was nice to see you again. I assume you have more work to do on your
assignment tonight."
"I hope so."
Ron let Mike out, and returned to the kitchen. His mother was there, getting
out plates. Although she said she was going to change, all she did was put
on a looser skirt. It was getting to the point that Ron couldn't walk into
the kitchen without getting aroused, so often had he encountered his mother
here. Tonight would be no different. In a common gesture, he embraced her
from behind. She set down the plates, and relaxed back into him. He knew she
could feel his cock, already hard, pressing into her back. She didn't
comment on it, she never had. Ron moved his hands up to her breasts.
Sandra was waiting for this. She had purposely not worn her bra today, to
see if he would still touch her there. She wanted it, needed it, yet
resisted it. This was her son, dammit! But his touch was so soft, so gentle,
so.... arousing. He was very good at this, and she wondered where he had
gained this skill. She was pressing her tits into his hands know, and his
hands covered her nipples, making very small circles that were exciting her
no end.
Ron was surprised. He had half expected a renewed protest. She was letting
him touch her breasts with only a sheer layer of fabric between them. He
wondered if he might not be making faster progress than he thought, but he
didn't want to push it. Finally, she turned around and embraced him, kissing
him deeply and sensuously. Then she broke it off. "If we don't get to the
pizza now, it's gonna get cold." She smiled, and returned to the plates.
Ron let it go at that, acknowledging that she was not ready for more. He was
wrong.
About an hour after they had finished dinner, Ron was in his room finishing
up a year-end project due for school. It wasn't due for another two weeks,
but why wait? He was writing up the final section when his Mom came to his
room.
"Ron?"
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Could you come give me a backrub, please? I'm all knotted up from today."
"That bad, huh?"
"Oh, it was awful. Clients who couldn't make up their minds, my boss was on
my back, nothing seemed to go right."
"Okay, Mom. I'd be glad to." He saved his file and turned off the computer.
He followed her down to her room on the first floor. She laid down on the
bed, on her stomach. She had on just enough light to see by, but not enough
for the room to be well-lit.
"Close the door, too, would you, Ron? The light from out there is bothering
me." Ron was all too happy to close the door. He wondered if she could read
his mind. Then he thought, 'Geez, I hope not! If she had any idea what I was
thinking right now...' Ron was purposely not interfering with or reading her
thoughts. After this evening, he was afraid he would push too hard. He was
going to have to be careful from now on, he thought.
He began rubbing her shoulders, and on down her back, but the fabric of the
shirt was such that it moved and rubbed in bad ways, and just plain was in
the way.
"Mom? this would be more comfortable if you took the shirt off." He tried to
keep the trembling out of his voice, but it was hard.
"Okay, Ron." She rolled to face away from him, and undid the shirt. She lay
back down and let him pull it the rest of the way off. Now, before his eyes,
was the skin he had longed to touch, to caress, and she was going to let
him. He really got into the massage, trying to do his best to please her.
After some time, he moved down to her legs. As usual, her skirt got in the
way. Normally, he just put up with this. Tonight, he thought, maybe he could
get away with....
"Mom?"
He didn't even have to ask. She undid the zipper and pushed it off of her
hips. "Go ahead and pull it off, honey." Ron did, and feeling her thighs was
a grand experience. He set about massaging her legs, relieving the tension
and knotting there. 'You know, I could always get a job as a masseure
somewhere.' He was engrossed in what he was doing so much that he didn't
even wonder what his mother was thinking then.
'Should I let him? It would feel oh, so wonderful. He would be gentle, I
know he would. Maybe one more test...' She signalled to Ron that he should
stop. He figured this wonderful experience was over. 'Well, chances are
we'll be doing this again, maybe I can get somewhere later.'
"Ron? Could you do me one more favor? Normally I would rub my skin with baby
oil. Can you do it for me? I'm so relaxed now, I don't want to spoil it.
It's over on the dresser."
Ron went and got the baby oil, and was ecstatic. 'I'm going to get to
continue with this? Wow! I wonder how far I can go...' He started rubbing
the baby oil in, just like he had massaged her originally, though not as
hard, this was just a light touch. He eventually reached her feet, and
expected that this was the end. Just then, his mother turned over and said,
"You're not done, yet. You've only gone halfway. Start down there and work
your way up." She was smiling now, thought he wasn't paying much attention
to her face. His eyes were focussed on the gorgeous pair of knockers
presented for his viewing. Even with all he'd seen in the past few weeks,
and all he'd done, he was still in awe of his own mother's body.
Finally, he regained himself, and returned to his work, making sure to be
very thorough. He reached her thighs, and, although she still had on her
panties, he could feel the heat from between her legs, and he could sense
the moisture there. He knew from experience what that meant. 'How far will
this go?' He started rubbing her belly, feeling it's smooth softness. He
deliberately passed over her breasts and worked on her shoulders. He rubbed
her neck, and across her throat. He hesitated at the final contact, but the
look she gave him was encouraging, so he proceeded.
He rubbed her breasts now as he had earlier, though now he could feel her
skin, actually touch her nipples. He was kneading gently, making small
circles on her flesh. She was definitely aroused by this, and getting more
so by the minute. Finally, she could stand no more.
"Ron, honey..."
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Do you know what 'making love' is?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, it's just sex, right?"
"It's sex, yes, but it's sex with someone you love dearly, and it's gentle
and warm and sensual. I want you to make love to me, Ron."
'HOLY SHIT!' He was not expecting this to happen tonight. He did a quick
mental check to make sure he hadn't done something, but, no, it was her own
thoughts. 'Well, I guess I'll just declare success and do what she asks!' He
was smiling to himself now, and answered his mother.
"Mom, I would do anything that would make you happy."
"This will make me very happy, Ron."
Ron continued to massage her breasts, but he moved down her body so that one
hand could reach her panties. He slowly rubbed his hand over her panties,
moving lower and lower until he reached her pussy. It was covered with
cloth, but it was still the best he'd ever touched. He knew his judgment on
this was clouded, but he really didn't care.
"Take them off, Ron." He took hold of them with both hands and, with her
help, slid them down off her legs. He now had his mother, completely nude,
and stretched out before him, asking him to fuck her. He would do as she
asked, he would be gentle, and slow. He had learned some manner of control
in the last three weeks, and besides, he had already come in his pants when
his mother asked him. Ron figured now was as good a time as any to get
undressed. He pulled his clothes off as fast as he could, so he could return
to his mother.
Which he did. He resumed rubbing her pussy, this time directly. He bent down
and started sucking on one of her nipples, taking it into his mouth and
lashing it with his tongue. He stuck one finger deep into her pussy, and
started moving it slowly in and out. His mother was becoming very excited,
and was moving her hips slightly to his touch. He was wondering if he could
bring her to orgasm this way, and decided to try. He quickened the pace of
his finger, and moved to the other breast with his mouth. Then he started to
lick down her stomach, making little flicks here and there. Finally, he
reached her clit. He was sure he could get her off this way. He started
licking her slit as he pumped his finger in and out, and then kissed her
clit. That was all it took, and he had all he could do to hang on for the
ride. She bucked wildly all over the bed, and Ron just kept sucking and
licking, best as he could.
When she finally came down, Ron crawled up and gave her a warm, passionate
kiss. Then she gave him a look he really didn't understand and said, "I want
you in me. Now."
Well, Ron was not one to disobey his mother. He maneuvered himself between
her legs, and pressed himself into her pussy. The feeling was like none of
the others he'd had. She was warm, and wet, and soft, and slippery, and just
electrifying. She wasn't necessarily the best, but she was the most
satisfying. He had labored to produce these results, and they were better
than he could have imagined. Ron started a slow rhythm, which they were both
content with, and Ron realized, it was going to be a very long night....
Nikki and Dawn arrived home from the game at 11:00. They walked in the door,
and the house appeared deserted.
"Where are Mom and Ron?" Nikki asked.
"Well, Mom's door is shut, I guess she's in bed. Ron's probably in his
room."
Just then, they heard a noise from their mother's room.
"What was that?" queried Nicole.
"Shhh. Let's go listen." When they got there, the noises they heard were
unmistakable, especially after the last three weeks. Dawn motioned for them
to walk away from the door.
"Ron and Mom? I didn't know." whispered Nikki.
"Neither did I, Nikki. I think it might be a new thing. Mom's been awfully
lonely lately, and, well, we both know how good Ron is."
"Yeah. I'm getting wet just thinking about it..."
"What say we head upstairs and... take care of some things?" Dawn was
already wet, too, and she needed some relief. Nicole was only too happy to
help.
Eventually, Ron and Sandra wore each other out. But not until long after
Dawn and Nikki had gone to bed. They lay there, sated and happy. Sandra was
wishing she had done this long ago, Ron was glad he had held off.
"You know, Ron, we're going to have to be careful around your sisters."
"What d'ya mean, Mom?" He knew what she meant, but he was setting her up.
"Well, they're not really going to understand this. I mean, mothers and sons
don't normally do this. I'm glad we're different, though. We'll need to make
sure we don't do anything to give ourselves away."
"Ummmm.... Mom, there's something you need to know about our family......"
And with that, Ron knew the best was yet to come, so to speak, and that he
was going to have a great two months before he headed off to CAMP.

Part 2 : Ron Comes of Age
Chapter 1: Multiple Control
Ron was bored. This did not come as a surprise to him, he knew he was going
to be bored at this meeting. It was a week before the end of school, and
Mrs. Hayes had decided that a meeting was needed to discuss Jessica's
progress. Naturally, since he was her tutor, he was expected to be there. On
the other hand, nobody had said much of anything to him since he sat down.
He peeked over at Jess, and found her staring back at him. He leaned over
and whispered to her.
"Bored?"
"Yes. I don't know what all the fuss is about. I mean, you just finally
convinced me I needed to know this... stuff." She placed her hand on his
knee, and he grew instantly hard. There was a look of strong desire in the
girl's face, and Ron's heart mirrored the sentiment. She continued, "I wish
we could have some fun right now..." Her face glossed as she began a
daydream, and Ron started thinking.
'Well, maybe we can have some fun. I've never tried controlling two people
at once before, though. I wonder if it will work.' Ron stared at the two
women, chatting away, and concentrated a bit. He sent them both an image,
and he found it was ridiculously easy to do. 'I wonder how many people I can
affect at once?' The image he sent was a simple one, and it caused them to
stop talking immediately. Mary Simmons brought her hand to rest on Mrs.
Hayes', and placed her other hand between her legs. Mrs. Hayes was in a
similar position, both women looking hungrily at the other. At this point,
Jess noticed what was going on, and was about to say something, when Ron
stopped her.
"Jess, shh. You said you wanted to have some fun."
"Well, yeah, but, I mean, what's...." She couldn't even form a question, so
confused was her mind with what she saw. Mrs. Hayes was now leaning over,
massaging Mary's tits. Mary was leaning back in her chair, moaning.
"Oh, yes, Nancy, that's soooo good." Nancy (Mrs. Hayes) then started to
unbutton Mary's blouse. Meanwhile, Ron had moved Jess onto his lap, and was
undressing her slowly while watching the women.
"What do you think, Jess?" He didn't really care, but he was curious what
her answer would be.
"I dunno, Ron. They shouldn't be doing that, should they?"
"Why not?"
"Well, they're both girls!"
'Ah, work to do....' Ron implanted some new suggestions into Jessica's mind,
and then he asked the question again. "What do you think, Jess?"
"That's hot! I'd never thought of doing it with a girl before."
"Want to?" Ron couldn't resist.
"Yeah!!!"
"Well, let's wait until they're ready." Ron and Jess continued watching, all
the while Ron was softly rubbing Jessica's tits.
By this time, Mary's blouse was on the floor, as was Nancy's sweater. Mary
still had on a bra, but Nancy hadn't been wearing one. Her breasts were
still as lovely as the first time he had seen them, and he longed to massage
them, but he wanted to keep watching.
Mary got up, and laid Nancy across her desk. Mary pulled off Nancy's skirt,
and then undid her own pants. She reached over and started kneading Nancy's
tits, and Nancy started moaning deeply. At this point, Ron figured it was
time for Jess to join the fun.
"Okay, Jess. Go join in."
Jess finished undressing, and walked over to the other ladies. She was
unsure of what to do, so Ron sent her the same image he'd sent the two
women. Now he was in control of three females, all at once. The very idea of
controlling three people at once was exciting him almost as much as the
scene before him.
Jess had crawled up on the desk and straddled Nancy's face, rubbing her
pussy down into Mrs. Hayes' mouth. Nancy started licking furiously, getting
Jess' cunt all wet. Meanwhile, Mary had removed the rest of her clothing,
and Ron studied her intently for a moment.
Mary Simmons was 5'4" tall, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Her tits
were large, and sagged just slightly. Ron was interested to notice that the
hair around her pussy had been neatly trimmed into a diamond shape. 'I
wonder why she does that?' She had a beautiful ass, and long, shapely legs.
Her body was tanned all over, without tan lines, and Ron trembled just
thinking of her lying out in the hot sun, nude.
Mary started to finger-fuck Nancy, and rubbed her clit with her other hand.
Jess was really starting to writhe, and she reached down to play with
Nancy's tits. The scene was exhilarating for Ron, an absolute dream. Here he
was, three great-looking ladies giving him the sex show of a lifetime. There
was just one problem: it was making Ron unbelievably horny. He decided it
was time for him to join in, but he wasn't sure who he wanted. 'Wait. I
haven't had sex with Mrs. Simmons... I mean Mary, yet. And she is the most
accessible.' That decision made, Ron disrobed quickly and walked up behind
her. By now she was sucking on Nancy's clit, and not aware of anything else
around her. That would soon change.
Ron bent down to look at her pussy. In the past weeks, he had acquired a
real fascination with pussies. He loved everything about them. Seeing them,
touching them, kissing them, licking them, the whole thing turned him on no
end. The fact that the 'women' seemed to enjoy his attentions didn't hurt
matters, either. Ron was, in essence, a nice guy, and he had always liked
making people happy.
His examination over, he reached in and started licking Mary's slit up and
down, slowly, lightly, just enough for her to feel it. Her head shot up in
an instant, to see who was behind her. Upon seeing Ron looking back up at
her, she smiled, and went back to work.
So did Ron. He had gotten her very wet, and he figured she was ready to come
at any moment. He knew he wouldn't last long the first time, so he wanted
her to be close, at least. He stood up, and aligned himself with her hole.
Ron pressed in, slowly at first, to get used to the new sensation. Mary
groaned and pushed back at him, encouraging him with her body.
Ron grabbed her hips, and started pummeling in and out. Mary was doing her
best to keep up her assault on Nancy's pussy, but it was becoming difficult.
Jessica, seeing Mary's dilemma, took over eating out Nancy. Nancy was
sucking on Jess' clit, and teasing her asshole with her thumb.
Ron came quickly, but his hot jism splashing around in her pussy sent Mary
over the edge, and she came, thrashing around hard enough that she almost
sent Ron flying. He held on for the ride, enjoying every second of it, as
her pussy was undulating up and down his cock, squeezing everything he had
out.
As Ron was coming down, he looked over to see Nancy thrashing underneath
Jess, who was in the midst of her own orgasm. Ron slipped out of Mary, who
was exhausted, and stepped over to Jess. He lifted her head up so he could
see her face and said, "Was that enough, or do you want more?"
"I don't think I could handle anymore right now!"
"I could." said Nancy.
"Well, Mrs. Hayes, we want everyone to leave happy. Jess, climb down. I'll
have to handle this myself." Jess got off of Nancy, and Ron helped Nancy up
off the desk. Ron wondered how he should oblige his teacher, and then just
decided to let her decide. "What shall it be, Mrs. Hayes?"
"Buttfuck me, Ron. Do it now." The request surprised Ron, but also made him
hard as iron. Nancy bent over her desk, and Ron had to stifle a giggle. This
was the exact position he had taken her in the first time. Ron placed the
head of his dick at her asshole, and pressed in.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, God that feels good." Nancy was pressing back into Ron,
trying to help the process along. Soon, Ron was fully into her, and then he
started a slow rhythm. 'You know, I can't possibly think of stuff that's as
much fun as these guys come up with by themselves.' As Nancy's rectum
loosened, Ron's pace quickened, and soon he and she were bucking around on
her desk like wild horses. Ron was sure she was ready to come, and, sure
enough, she let out a low scream and tensed her entire body. The pressure
she exerted on Ron's cock was exquisite, but it wasn't quite enough to make
him come. He pulled out of her, and she dropped to the desktop.
"Jess, come here." Jess walked over and stood beside him. He sat down on
Mrs. Hayes' chair and said, "Suck me."
"Ron, you were just in her...." She couldn't bring herself to say it.
Ron understood her feelings, but just then he didn't care. He decided to try
a little experiment, though. Without using any mental power, he exclaimed,
"Suck me, slave!" In his best "master" voice. Immediately, Jess fell to her
knees and started licking his cock. While he expected to see a disgusted
look on her face, what he saw was.... peace. 'Huh? I'll have to look into
that later.'
Meanwhile, her licks and kisses were driving him wild. Then she took his
cock into her mouth and began to suck him in. He felt the back of her
throat, but she didn't stop. She kept going until her lips met his balls.
'How in the hell can she do that?' The sensation was terrific. She began
stroking in and out, taking him the whole length every time. Ron knew it
wouldn't be long before he came this way. Just to give his hands something
to do, he reached down and played with Jess' breasts. He could see that both
of her hands were busy further down her body. Suddenly, he felt the welling
up in his balls that told him he was about to come. He took one hand and
gently but firmly held her head down on his shaft. Then he poured his seed
down her throat. As he was doing so, she began spasming beneath him in her
own orgasm. This sent additional vibrations through his cock that just made
him squirt more. Finally, they finished up, and they were spent.
Ron came down first, and looked up to see two ladies, confused, dazed, and,
after watching what they'd just seen, probably very horny. 'Unfortunately,
there's nothing I can do about that right now. But I do have work to do
here.'
"Mary? Mrs. Hayes? We need to talk."
"Yes, I think we do, Ron." said Mrs. Hayes. "What happened here? And why am
I not really upset with you two?"
"Because I am in control here. I have been controlling you two for quite a
while now. You will not be able to discuss any of this in the presence of
anyone not already aware of my ability to do this. Do you understand?" He
received two nods. "Good. Now then, Mary, was there any trouble with your
husband about sending Jess to CAMP?"
"No, Ron. None at all. As a matter of fact, I think he's looking forward to
having the house for just the two of us, if you know what I mean."
Now, normally, a 13 year old 'wouldn't' know what she meant. But Ron, being
the individual he was, understood perfectly. "Yes, I do. Now then, Mrs.
Hayes, and your name is Nancy, correct?"
"Yes, Ron, but please don't call me that in class."
"I won't, but not 'cause you don't want me to, but because everyone would
wonder why. Anyhow, how is your relationship with your husband?"
"I haven't been married for five years. I kept his name for convenience,
that's all." She struggled to try to not tell him these things, things he
had no right to know, after all, but she just couldn't resist.
Ron, on the other hand, already knew this fact. He was just checking to make
sure that his "walk through her mind" as he called it, had yielded accurate
information. "Good. From now on, you will not date. You will only have sex
with me, and whoever I say. You will do whatever you have to to keep me safe
and out of danger. You will always tell me the truth, and you will keep no
secrets from me...." Ron went on with the litany he'd developed, programming
Nancy with just the basics, except for the part about dating, which he had
added just recently. Next, he turned to Mary, and, with a few modifications
to make sure her husband was looked after, gave her the same instructions.
Ron didn't really know Mr. Simmons, but he didn't figure the guy was too
bad, since both Mary and Jess genuinely had affection for him. So, Ron
wouldn't use Mary much, but he made sure she was always willing and eager
whenever Mr. Simmons was.
These things done, it was time to go home. Jess kissed Ron goodbye, and then
the other ladies followed suit. Ron was really starting to enjoy life. He
walked home whistling a tune.
Ron's rate of learning had slowed somewhat. He wasn't discovering some new
power every other day. Now, it seemed he was learning something new once a
week. Today, he was going to try to refine something he'd picked up on at
yesterday's meeting.
'Well, let's see. I managed to control three people yesterday, but what if I
wanted to control a whole bunch of people? How would I do that?' Ron thought
for a while, and decided to try an experiment. He was in English class, and
the teacher was going over boring information about prepositions. Ron
thought to himself, 'Now, what do I want to make everyone do?' He thought of
having them all undress, but that was too risky. 'Let's see... Oh! I know!'
The air conditioning system in the school had been acting up for days. It
always seemed to be too cold. Ron decided to see if he could make everyone
feel like they were freezing. He focussed his attention, then kind of
"spread" the effect to all corners of the room.
"And all these are prepositions.... My word, it's getting colder in here."
The teacher was the first to say anything, though the girls around him in
skirts were shivering now.
'YES! Now, what else? Oh, yeah, what if someone new comes in? How will they
react?' Ron sent a command to the teacher.
"Donna, go get Mr. MacGruder. Tell him to come in here so he can feel how
cold it is. Quickly." Donna left the room, and Ron wondered if she was
warming up. He could have checked her mind, but he didn't think he could
hold the freeze command if he did.
Donna returned shortly with Mr. MacGruder. As soon as he walked in, he
hugged himself. The temperature had dropped markedly from the hallway
temperature. "Jesus. It IS cold in here. Alright, Mrs. Monagle, you've
convinced me. I'll get the technician out as soon as possible."
Mrs. Monagle was shivering badly now. "Th-that's f-fine, Mr.
M-M-MacG-Gruder, but w-what do I d-do right n-now?"
Ron figured it was time to let the class warm up. He let go of the command.
Nothing happened. 'Uh-oh. Now what do I do? Let's look at this for a sec....
Yep, still there. How come it didn't go away? How do I make it go away?'
Just then, Ron noticed that, in his mind, the command looked like a thin
film, stretched tightly over the real world. He imagined a big pin, and took
the pin and popped his command. Immediately, the room seemed warmer.
"Well, Mrs. Monagle, it seems as though the air has shut off for now. I'll
go turn the system off, and call the repair people right away."
"Thank you Mr. MacGruder."
'Yes, Mr. MacGruder. Thank you. Thank you for not fixing it before I could
run this test.' All sorts of possibilities were popping into Ron's little
mind, and he knew he would indulge at least some of them.
The next night was Friday, and it was the night of the high school dances.
There was the senior prom, the junior prom, and, a new tradition this year,
the Sophomore Hop. While the proms were held at local banquet halls, the
Sophomores had taken over the school gym. Dawn had been instrumental in
getting the Sophomore's their own end-of-year dance, and she was going all
out to look good at the dance. She was going alone, as no one had convinced
her to go with them. Ron felt slightly ashamed of himself, but he was
becoming overly protective of his "family", and he couldn't bear to think of
anyone doing with Dawn what he had been doing. She didn't mind, but only
because Ron told her that she didn't mind. Otherwise, she would have been
bawling her eyes out to be going alone.
Dawn came downstairs after dinner wearing her dress, and Ron stared in
wonder. It was a white gown that came down below her knees with a neckline
that plunged just short of actually showing cleavage. She had done up her
hair, applied just a hint of makeup, and perfumed herself with just a hint
of scent. She was wearing medium-high heels, and a small gold chain
necklace. At the very sight of her, Ron fell in love. Somehow, she looked
more alluring, more sexy, more beautiful to him right now, than she had even
with nothing on. Dawn noticed his attention, and smiled.
"Do you like it, Ron?" His opinion was now very important to her.
"Oh, yeah! You look great, Dawn!"
Dawn blushed. "Thanks, little brother, I-" Just then the phone rang, and
Dawn answered it.
"Hello? Oh, hi, Mr. Peterson.... Oh, no! what're we gonna.... wait a second.
Mr. Peterson? Can you hang on for a minute? Yes, sir. I'll be right back."
Dawn set the phone down, and walked over to Ron, pleading in her eyes. "Ron?
Could you 'please' do me a really big favor?"
"What is it, Dawn?"
"You know Jack, the guy who was supposed to run sound for us tonight? He's
come down with appendicitis. He's in the hospital. Now we don't have anyone
who can run the sound for us. I know you can do it, you used to do it for
that little theater group of Mom's.... would you do it, Ron? For me?
Please?" She was begging, and Ron knew she was utterly sincere. Ron didn't
want to spoil her evening. There were tears in her eyes. Ron reached over
and gently wiped them dry.
"Of course I'll do it, Dawn. I don't want your night to be ruined." He
reached over and gave her a soft kiss. She hugged him fiercely, but then
stood up and went back to the phone.
"Mr. Peterson? Sir, I've got us a replacement.... Do you remember my younger
brother, Ron?... Yes, sir. He's had experience with that sort of equipment
before... I know normally you wouldn't want an eighth grader around... No
sir, I don't think we have much of a choice. Okay. We'll be there a little
early so he can look it over. Thank you, Mr. Peterson. Goodbye." She turned
to Ron. "Mr. Peterson says 'Thank you'. We should get going so you can look
at their sound stuff."
"Okay. Should I change, or something?" Ron didn't know what to wear as sound
man to a dance.
"Nah, no need. Nobody'll see you there anyway. Thanks, Ron. I really
appreciate this."
"No problem, Sis. I'll go let Mom know she'll be taking me, too."
The sound equipment turned out to be no problem. It was almost identical to
what he was already used to. Ron spent the time before the dance wandering
the halls of the high school. 'In another year, this'll be my school, and
Dawn will be a senior. I hope she won't be too hurt to go to the Senior Prom
by herself. I'll have to find a way to make it up to her.' Ron's wanderings
took him past the restrooms. Seeing no one around, he wandered into the
girls' restroom. 'I've never been in here before. Funny, it doesn't look
much different from the boys'. No urinals, but girls don't use those.'
Ron's mind was working overtime as he left the restroom. He felt that this
might be a good place to put his newly discovered talents to good use. Ron
had manipulated every class today, learning the limits of his "broadcast"
ability. He'd learned what commands would and wouldn't work in broadcast
mode. Or, more accurately, what 'types' of commands. He felt he was ready to
try something more risky. Ron still worried about being caught: he knew he
could make people forget things he did, but still, he couldn't overcome 13
years of training that some things you just don't do.
Ron returned to the gym and set up the sound system. Really, he was only
needed for the first part of the gathering, while people were speaking and
some presentations were made. Once the dance started, the sound level would
be set and left. The volume would be dictated by the song. Ron sat through
all the boring garbage, making sure mikes were on and sound levels were
proper. Since he was used to this, everything went flawlessly. Which was a
good thing, since the last thing he wanted was to be embarrassed in front of
a bunch of 15 year olds. One nice thing about his power was that he couldn't
be surprised by changes in the agenda. He knew what they were before the
emcee had a chance to announce them. Ron was on top of it all; the emcee
thought he was a genius.
Once the dance began, Ron wandered around the edge of the room. Looking at
the crowd, Ron saw lots of pretty girls. Girls he wouldn't mind getting to
know better. Of course, some of these pretty girls were dancing with really
big guys, but Ron didn't concern himself with that. They were not a problem
for him. Besides, it was mostly a daydream: something he'd never bother
fulfilling. It was just something to pass the time. He had been briefly
interrupted when his sister had brought Mr. Peterson, the teachers and the
planning committee over to thank him, but mostly he was ignored. As he had
expected, and fervently hoped. Ron slipped out into the hallway, and headed
toward the restroom. Passing by, he heard girls in there, talking. Ron
stepped inside the boys' room, and concentrated. He formed a mental image of
the girls' restroom, then formed his command on top of that. Tonight's
command was similar to one he'd used on his mother, but with a twist. No one
in the room would be able to see, hear, or feel him. He stabilized the
command, and stepped back into the hallway. With a few quick looks to make
sure no one could see him, he hurried into the girls' room.
Inside, two girls were talking and freshening their makeup. They were both
dressed nicely, and they had pretty good bodies, too. Ron lifted both their
skirts, and placed his hand on each one's pussy. This thrilled Ron. Here he
was, touching the pussy of girls that he not only had just met, but didn't
even know! Eventually, those two girls left, and Ron stood around and
waited. By and by, a girl came in, and Ron knew he'd found his target. She
was an asian girl, with typically asian features. With one glaring
exception: she had vivid, deep blue eyes. Ron almost got lost in those eyes,
until she bumped against him to look in the mirror. As she did so, her
breasts rubbed against his arm. He looked down to see an absolutely perfect
set of tits. Just slightly more than a handful, perfectly shaped, and
mouth-watering. Ron knew he had to have this girl.
Ron made a few modifications to his broadcast command, so that no one could
now see or here either of them. Ron removed her from the command's grip, but
before she could do anything, he re-established control over her. He had her
stand motionless while he removed her dress carefully. He didn't want it to
get ripped or anything, that would be too noticeable. He pulled her into a
stall, and hung the dress on the hook on the door. She had not been wearing
a bra, and so was now only clad in panties. Ron delved into her cleavage
with his tongue, lapping up the scent he found there. He twirled each nipple
with his tongue, and she mewled in pleasure. Ron looked up and asked,
"What's your name?" It just seemed absurd to him that he fuck a girl whose
name he didn't know.
"Kumiko. My friends call me Miko."
"Very good, Miko." Ron resumed his sucking until he felt he'd had enough. He
sat on the toilet and looked at her momentarily, absorbing every inch of her
body into his mind. Then he reached out and pulled her panties down. He took
these and placed them in his pocket. Then he pulled her to him. He breathed
in her woman scent, and then tasted her juice. 'Strange, she's already wet.
Usually when I do it this way, I have to work harder. Not that I mind....'
Ron decided to abbreviate his performance, and get right to it.
"Miko, remove my clothes." Ron stood to make her job easier. She slowly
removed each article of clothing, folding it neatly and setting it in a pile
on the floor. Ron returned to his seat, and motioned Miko to sit in his lap.
As she did so, he positioned his cock so that it would penetrate as she sat
down. Now, she was sitting in his lap, his cock buried deep inside her. The
look on her face was one of joy. Ron realized this was going to be a nice,
slow session, but he had one concern.
"Miko, did you come with someone?"
"Yes. His name is Rick. I don't like him, though. He is not gentle."
'Why is she volunteering information? Normally this is like pulling teeth
without a lot of prep work. Oh, well. I'll just go with it, I guess.' He
should have seen the similarity, but his mind was in a bit of a haze at the
time.
Ron found Rick mentally, and gave him a couple commands so that he wouldn't
notice how long Miko was gone, would not act surprised when people asked
about her absence, and would not attempt anything with her after the dance.
If she felt he wasn't gentle, he didn't want the bastard to have any part of
her.
Then he returned to Miko. She had been grinding little circles in his lap
while he was busy, and it was driving him crazy. He had her start raising
her self up and lowering herself on his cock at an almost maddeningly slow
pace. Her pussy was velvety, and hot. Ron was embracing the sensation. He
tried to feel something new with each encounter. It was getting difficult to
do that, but it gave him a goal to shoot for.
Gradually, Miko built up speed until finally, she came with a deep soft
moan, and went limp. This was different from most of his experiences, but he
sat with her in his arms, completely slack. This was a little irritating,
because he really needed to come. He thought about taking direct control of
her body, but just then fortune smiled on him. His sister entered the
bathroom. He quickly lifted Miko off of himself, and rested her on the
toilet. Ron stepped out of the stall and up to his sister. He removed her
from the command, and lifted her dress up. She wasn't wearing any panties.
Ron liked her that way.
"Ron! What are you doing?!" She was startled, but not panicked. She knew he
wouldn't hurt her. She was already wet, just thinking about him doing things
to her.
"Dawn, I really need relief. My last partner quit on me." With that, he
pressed himself into her, having noted her already aroused state. Lacking
any finesse whatsoever at this point, he pounded away at his sister until he
came. She didn't do so, but that wasn't the point, and they both knew it.
Ron was nice enough to help her clean up, however.
"Thank you, Dawn. You've been a big help." She gave him a kiss and a hug to
let him know she hadn't minded, finished her business in the restroom, and
left.
Meanwhile, Ron was cleaning up Miko, who was finally starting to snap to.
Ron had dressed, and had wiped her body clean of fluids. He didn't really
understand why he bothered: He knew he didn't have to, he could have made
her do it, but he just enjoyed it so much, the touching, the caresses. Even
while she was unconscious, he had enjoyed touching her skin. Ron realized he
must just be addicted to women and all their many parts. 'Well, there are
worse addictions....'
The rest of the dance was pretty dull. However, Ron made it up to Dawn after
they got home. She went to bed happy and sated. Ron went to his mother's
room, where he slept now, to find her awake.
"Did you enjoy the dance?" his mother asked.
"It was okay. It had its moments." Did it ever!
"How was Dawn?"
"Oh, I think she's fine. She seemed to be okay most of the night."
"That's good. It's nice that you and your sisters are getting along so much
better now. It makes for a happier house to come home to. With a boss like
mine, that makes work more bearable."
"She getting on you again? Heck, you do most of her work now as it is."
"Well, she just doesn't see it that way. I feel so tense and stressed."
Ron reached up to rub his mother's shoulders, as she was facing away from
him. "I know a cure for that..." His mother smiled as he reached around and
caressed her breasts.
"You still have some left for me, even after Dawn?"
'If you only knew...' "I'm always ready to make you happy, Mom."
And with that, another slow session of love-making began...
The weeks went by and the time approached for Ron to head to CAMP. Only one
troubling event occurred during this time.
"Ron?"
"Yeah Mom?" He'd been reading a book on biology.
"I think we have a problem. Your sister is feeling sick in the mornings."
'Uh-oh.' Even Ron knew what 'morning sickness' meant. 'Pregnant'. "What do
we do, Mom?"
"Well, I've called Dr. Brown. She's my gynecologist. She can see us today.
We need to go now. I suppose you should come too."
"Yes, I think that would be a good idea." Ron thought the doc might need
some programming of her own if she found out who's child it was. 'How could
it have happened? We've always used protection... Oh, shit! Not always. Not
the night of the dance. Neither of us even thought of it.'
They arrived at the doctor's office, and the doctor came in. Upon seeing
Ron, she looked at Sandra and said, "He should wait outside."
"No, doctor. Ron needs to be here. He is helping to keep the family
functional. He needs to know what is said here."
"But, Mrs. Chaffey, I'll need to examine your daughter..."
"She hasn't got anything he hasn't seen already."
The doctor found this hard to believe, but was willing to cooperate for now.
"Okay... Dawn, please remove your clothes."
'Funny. That's how this whole thing started. With Dawn taking off her
clothes.'
The doctor did her exam, and took a blood test. They had a lab on site, and
she had the results of everything back very quickly.
"Well, young lady, it would indeed appear that you are pregnant. Now, you
have to decide if you want to keep it or not."
"She's going to keep it." This was Ron. His answer and his tone evoked a
strong reaction in the doctor.
"Listen here, you little pig. That is her decision to make, not yours. It
was probably some bastard like yourself that got her into this condition.
You have no right to make that judgment for her. You just keep you mouth
shut from -" Ron reached up and slapped her. The doctor staggered back as
Ron stood up. Ron was now as pissed as he had ever been at his father, and
then some.
"Listen to me, you stupid bitch, don't ever say that I don't care about my
sister, or what happens to her. For your information, it happens to be my
baby she's carrying!" The doctor paled at this, but Ron carried on. "As for
making the decision for her, she would have asked me what to do anyway. I
saved her the trouble. Now then..." at this point, Ron looked deep into her
eyes, and her face took on a familiar blank expression. Ron knew he had to
calm himself now: A mistake here could be costly. "You will never reveal any
of what you have learned about our family. You will not disclose the nature
of her pregnancy. You will treat her with respect, and me also. From now on,
you may only refer to me as 'sir' unless I otherwise tell you." Ron carried
on for a bit, entering commands almost as one would type into a computer.
When he was finished, he sat down.
"Well, young lady? Your brother has spoken. Do you agree with him?"
"We'll keep the baby." Dawn looked over at him, a question in her eyes. The
love she saw returned in his was reassuring. She reached out to him, and he
took her hand. They sat that way through the rest of the doctor's visit.
On the ride home, his mother questioned him. "It's your decision, Ron, but
why do you want the baby?"
"It's okay, Mom, he's right, we should-" Ron silenced his sister with a
touch.
"Mom, I don't believe in abortions. I think they're a waste of human life.
It was an accident, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. You and I
haven't been using protection, ya know."
"I know, Ron. Eventually, you will get me pregnant, too. Do you want that?"
"I don't know. But, if it happens, I don't want you to have an abortion."
"Okay, Ron. Dawn, honey, are you sure you're okay?" Dawn had been awfully
quiet during this exchange.
Dawn tried to decide whether she was okay or not. She snuggled closer to
Ron, and he took her hand again. He still had that same look in his eyes,
and then she knew. "Yeah Mom, I'm okay. Ron will take care of things."
Finally, the day had arrived. June 14th, the day Ron was to leave for CAMP.
Mr. McGavin was already there, and now they were waiting on Jessica. Sandra
brought in a tray of hors d'ouevres and set them on a table. This reminded
Mike of something.
"Say, Ron, how'd your project go?"
Without a word, Ron reached out and rested his hand on his mother's ass
cheek. She smiled and turned to him, then sat next to him on the couch. She
kissed him, softly, then sensuously, and finally with much passion. They
broke the kiss, and she whispered to Ron, "I'm going to miss you."
Ron removed his hand from where it rested on her breast and said, "I'm going
to miss you too, Mom. But it'll only be eight weeks." Ron looked over at
Mike, and asked, "Well? What do you think?"
"I think that I'll label that a successful completion. I don't even think I
want to know-" Just then the doorbell rang. Sandra went to get it, and
returned with Jessica and her father. Jessica walked over to Ron and gave
him a hug and a quick kiss, since her father was in the room.
"Hi, Jess." Ron stood up to greet her father. "Hello, Mr. Simmons."
"Hello, Ron. Can you and I speak briefly? In private?"
"I guess. How long do we have, Mike?"
"Take as long as you need. The plane ain't leaving without us. Come on,
Jessica, let's go get your suitcase into my car." While the two of them went
outside, Sandra retreated to the kitchen.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Simmons?"
"Ron, I need to know what happened at that meeting a few weeks ago."
"Which meeting, sir?"
"The one with you and Jessica's teacher and my wife."
'What does he know, and how will he react?'
"I'm not sure I understand, sir."
Up until this point, Mr. Simmons' face had held a dour expression. Now it
broke into a wide grin. "Oh, yes you do. I can see it in your face. You're
not a real good liar, son. Look, I gather something really weird went on at
that meeting, because my wife has...changed. She's more...attentive to
my...needs, do you understand?"
Of course he understood. After all, he'd implanted the darn command.
However, he wanted to see exactly what Mr. Simmons thought had happened.
"Well, I think so, sir, but why do you think something happened at the
meeting?"
"Because it all started then. I can't tell you about it without getting
somewhat vulgar, son, but somehow I think you've heard it all. That night
was the first time we'd made love in six months, and that night we did it
twice! Since then, she has not refused my advances even once. That is very
unusual for her. Normally, she has 'a headache' when I'm interested in...
well, you know. I know you know. Now, you know I know. What I want to know
is, how'd you do it?"
Ron could tell the guy was pleased as punch. He decided to let him have,
just a little of the truth. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Okay, I'll buy that. Tell me this: How long will it last?"
"Forever, or until I change it."
"God, no! Don't change it! How can I keep you from changing it?"
Ron saw a golden opportunity here. "Well, what's it worth to you?"
"Anything! Everything! Whatever you want, I'll get."
"What I want is your daughter."
"What? I don't understand."
"Look, Jess has been.... influenced in some of the same ways that your wife
has. Jess has said that she wants to be my slave."
"What do you mean, slave? You mean a 'do anything you tell her to' slave, or
what?
"That's right. She has agreed to let me run her life. However, the problem
is that most of the time, we are not together. This is a problem, and it
makes her unhappy. I don't want to have an unhappy slave, it makes my life
harder. That is, by the way, why she is going to CAMP with me. It wouldn't
be good for her to be away from me for eight weeks."
"Well, how can we solve that problem?"
"The easiest way is for her to move in here. We could work out the
lawyer-type stuff in a way that makes everyone happy, but she needs to live
with me."
"Well, gee, that would leave the house empty for just Mary and me... Ron, I
think we can come to some sort of arrangement."
"Thank you, Mr. Simmons. I thought you'd see it my way."
"Ron, I think you can call me Bill. You and I are gonna be good friends."
"Thanks, Bill. Well, I've got to go. CAMP is calling."
'Well, there's one problem solved. Now, let's go learn something!'

Chapter 2: Summer CAMP
After a short plane ride, and a ride in a limousine, which both Ron and Jess
found fascinating, they arrived at CAMP. They entered through a large gate
in a 30 foot high cinder-block wall. The wall was more of a big room,
surrounding the complex. It was 20 feet thick, and had guards walking on top
of it. Ron looked questioningly at Mike.
"Don't worry, they're up there to keep people out, not to keep you in. We've
had lots of curious people, usually teenagers, try to break in. We just got
tired of having to deal with them. Now all the signs and warnings around the
complex make us look like a government research facility."
Ron looked around at the compound as they stepped out of the limo. There
were several buildings, scattered all over an area bigger than Ron could
estimate. They got into an electric cart, and Mike began the tour.
"The compound sits on 40 acres of land. That's a quarter mile, square, in
case you're wondering. The main buildings are the dorms, the cafeteria, the
gymnasium, which is where a lot of the physical aspects of your training
will take place, and of course the classrooms. The building you see here is
the main office. You won't have cause to go in there, it's mainly for CAMP
personnel. You'll get a schedule later, but basically, it goes like this:
get up, eat breakfast, classes until lunch, eat lunch, then you have a few
hours off. Another class period until dinner, and a short class period after
dinner. You will have a few out of class assignments, and of course you will
need to practice. Of course, the term 'class' is misleading, since it
implies a large number of students. The likelihood is that there will never
be more than three people in a class, and that only at the beginning. Since
this school is learn-at-your-own-pace, you will lose classmates as you
either excel or fall behind. Of course, I don't expect that you will be
falling behind. Any questions so far?"
"When do I meet my instructors?"
"You don't have instructors, just an instructor. You will meet him shortly.
Tomorrow, you will begin your classes. The only thing scheduled for today is
an orientation with your instructor, and the choosing of your test subject."
"My what?"
"Test subject. You obviously need to have someone to try stuff out on.
Before you say it, yes you could use Jess, but normally we would have you
pick out two subjects. It allows for conflicting commands to be tried, which
would not be possible in a single subject. You may, of course, choose two
subjects today, or you can use Jess as one of your subjects, and only choose
one. That is up to you."
"I see. What is there to do for fun around here?"
"Oh, yes. That's the one building I didn't talk about. It's over there on
the right. The Activity Center is open 24 hours a day. All sorts of
activities go on in there. We have an arcade, a pool hall, a theater, all
sorts of things. You'll just have to explore it in your free time."
"Where are we?"
"I'm afraid I'm not supposed to tell you that. I can tell you that we are
somewhere in the state of New Mexico, but other than that, it's, um...
classified."
"May I ask why?"
"Just a precaution. We want to keep a low profile, and it helps us if nobody
knows where we are."
Ron found this odd, but didn't really care. He was only asking out of
curiosity. He knew that they weren't going to hurt him. If they'd wanted to
do that, they wouldn't have done things in this manner. Mike continued with
his tour, until they arrived in front of the gymnasium.
"Classes start tomorrow for several students, so we've gathered everyone
here in the gym. Come, let's go inside."
They all walked into the gym, and Ron stood, transfixed, at the sight he
saw. There were a couple hundred people, and they were 'everywhere'. Most
were walking around, but the few that drew his attention were sitting down.
'On the ceiling.'
"How.... wh....." Ron couldn't even get out his question.
"Oh, geez. I'm sorry Ron, we just didn't think. Normally, we don't display
parts of The Ability to someone until we try to teach it to them.
Unfortunately, you didn't follow the normal course. Usually, telekinesis is
the first skill learned. Most people learn to manipulate objects first. You,
on the other hand, seem to focus exclusively on people, which is a much
harder skill. You see, sitting on the ceiling is easy for a telekinetic,
it's just not very useful. Those three are just showing off."
Ron absorbed this information as his brain tried to assimilate the idea of
walking up a wall and across the ceiling. He intimated this to Mike, who
corrected Ron on the procedure.
"No, no. That's not how they got there. Here, let me demonstrate. Joseph!
Joe, come on down here, please!" One of the men on the ceiling pushed
himself off and literally swooped down to a soft landing on the ground.
"What can I do for you, sir?"
"Joe, this is Ron. He'll be starting classes tomorrow. Ron hasn't learned
telekinesis yet, and I just wanted him to see one of its... less useful
aspects."
"How do you do that?" asked Ron.
Joe laughed. "Oh, you'll learn. It's a lot easier than it looks, but it's
not really very useful in the real world. I mean, what would people think if
they could see you flying overhead?"
"Why not just make yourself invisible? I mean, it's got to be faster than
driving, right?" Ron thought this was obvious, but he found the other two
people staring at him. "What?"
"Ron, nobody here can make themselves invisible. It's just not..." Mike
stopped, because he realized that Ron had vanished right in front of him. A
disembodied voice said, "You mean you can't do this?"
"How in the hell did you DO that?" Joe exclaimed. Ron reappeared, and
smiled. "Just a little something I picked up along the way." With that, Ron
thought he felt a push at his mind. He looked around to see someone staring
intently at Jessica.
"Excuse me? Can I help you?" Ron inquired. Just then Jessica started walking
toward the stranger. Ron sent her a command, and she stopped, but it was
like a tug-of-war with her mind.
Then the other man fell to the ground. Standing behind him was a man dressed
all in black. He was about 5'8", muscular, with broad shoulders and a narrow
waist. He wore a black jumpsuit and combat buits. He had on a black beret
with an unfamiliar insignia on it. He had just kicked the other man in the
back, and now he was looking very angrily at him. The other man turned over
and looked up, his face now white as a sheet.
"James! Hey, I'm sorry. It'll never..."
"Shut the hell up. You've been warned three times, Tom. I've wasted enough
of my time keeping you in line. This time, it goes before the committee."
James signalled, and two guards, dressed in grey, appeared. "Take him to a
holding cell." They escorted him out, and James came over to greet Ron.
"Sorry about that. Some people just can't follow the rules." James held out
his hand, and then he realized that Ron was staring at him as though he were
Darth Vader. "My name is James. I am in charge of discipline here at CAMP.
May I ask who you are?"
It took Ron forever just to get out a response, so in awe of this man was
he. He was physically imposing, yes, but it was his obvious mental power
that had stunned Ron. "Um... Ron, sir."
"You can drop the 'sir'. Around here, we're pretty informal. Can I see your
sheet?" Mike handed over Ron's paperwork, and James looked up in surprise.
"This is Ron Chaffey?"
"This is him."
"But... they've got David down as his instructor. David isn't qualified for
a 12."
"I don't question the orders, Jim. I just go where they tell me." Ron was
looking on in confusion, so James decided to explain.
"See, Ron, you have already achieved quite a bit of what we would normally
teach here. Most people who come to us are around a 5 or a 6. The number is
simply a scale, that starts at one and goes up indefinitely. You have
achieved a level known as psion-12. This is very high, and actually higher
than the man they chose to instruct you. This is not allowable by the rules
of CAMP. We'll have to find you a new instructor."
Mike interrupted at this point. "But Jim, we don't have any instructors who
are sufficiently above this guy's level."
"You're right. The best we've got is a 14, and that's not good enough. I
think maybe Peter and I should take over this case."
"You? You haven't done case work in a couple years."
"I still know how. Besides, if this kid is this good now, how good will he
be in eight weeks? Do you think any of the Talents could teach him what he's
gonna want to know?"
"No, probably not. Well, it's your decision. I guess I'll take my leave now.
Ron, good luck. James here will teach you everything there is to know. I've
got to get back to my normal job. Good luck, and have fun." Ron shook his
hand, and Mike headed off. Ron turned back to James, and was about to
barrage him with questions, when he started on his own little spiel.
"Okay, let me explain some things to you. You've heard some terms already
that I'm sure you don't understand. Let's go over them one at a time. The
psion level is easy: Your average person on the street is a psion-1. This
indicates no active psionic ability, and very little passive ability. The
levels increase with what you're capable of doing up to a psion-18. Psion-18
means that you can achieve most things from anywhere in the world, affecting
anything else, anywhere in the world. In other words, standing here, a
psion-18 could roll a rock up a hill in Sri Lanka. Anyway, beyond Psion-18,
levels are achieved through friendly competition. Before you ask, I have
achieved psion-46. No Talent has ever achieved anything above psion-16. You
may be the first, your power is strong enough, I think."
"James, what's with everyone calling me a talent?"
"Oh, yeah. There are three groups here at CAMP. We call them Talents, Gifts,
and Skills. Talents is the largest group, composed of people who just
naturally have The Ability. Gifts is a small group, we have about 50 members
who are Gifts. These people were given The Ability by some event in their
life. The most common seems to be being struck by lightning, but we can't
learn anything from that, since it obviously doesn't always happen. Anyway,
the last group, the Skills, is the smallest. As a matter of fact, there are
only three, of which I am one. We are referred to as Skills because we
actually learned how to control the Ability. This group is the strongest,
because, we think, they have a more systematic approach to The Ability. You
are a Talent, but a very strong one."
"How long did it take you to learn?"
"Twenty years. I started learning about it when I started learning martial
arts. I was in a ninjitsu school, and some of what we learned was how to
achieve intimidation of the enemy. This is a basic mind-control technique,
and it can be learned by almost anybody. We don't know yet if there is some
latent ability that allows certain people to learn how to control The
Ability or what, but it is not a common occurrence. Oh, just a second. Pete!
C'mere!" Pete trotted over. He wasn't nearly as impressive as James, dressed
in light brown pants and a T-shirt.
"Yeah, boss, what can I do for ya?"
"Pete, this is Ron Chaffey. We're going to be instructing him together."
Pete looked Ron over, and, for the first time, somebody acknowledged
Jessica's presence.
"Who's she?"
"Oh, sorry. This is Jessica. She's my..... slave." He still had trouble with
the concept, but he was growing more used to it. Pete and James looked at
each other, as if communicating, and, Ron realized, they probably were.
"We hadn't known you'd acquired a follower yet, Ron. Very impressive. Well,
why don't you come with me? Some of the rest of the tour might be kind of
dull for her. Pete, why don't you show the lady to their quarters?"
Jess gripped Ron's arm tighter, but Ron gently released her grip. "Jess, go
with Pete. I'll be with you later. Why don't you unpack our stuff and get
everything organized?"
"Yes, sir." Jess followed Pete out the door, and Ron and James continued
their conversation.
"You were saying something, Ron, before that dimwit interrupted you, about
flying being faster than driving. You're right, but, as I'm sure they told
you, it would be too obvious for people to see you gliding overhead." James
had not been there when Ron had made himself invisible.
"Well, yeah, they said that. But then I asked them why they didn't just make
themselves invisible, and they all looked at me funny." Pretty much as James
was doing now.
"You mean, you can do that?"
"Sure. It's not even that hard. At least, not for me. You mean you can't do
it?"
"Never tried, really. It had never occurred to me. You'll have to explain to
me how you do it. But, we can get to that later." Just then, a group of men
in white suits entered the gym. All the instructors stopped talking until
the men signalled for them to continue.
"Who're they?" Ron asked.
"That's the committee. They are CAMP's board of directors. They make all the
important decisions around here."
"How come they all wear white?"
"It's kind of a color code for the staff. You'll notice that instructors
wear whatever they want. The committee wears all white, the guards wear
grey."
"And you wear black. What are you? I mean, in the company?"
"I am the committee's only Member-At-Large. You see, none of the committee
members ever leaves this compound. It is a decision they made when they
agreed to become a member of the committee. However, the committee realized
that there would be times when it would need to directly influence things
outside the complex. That's where I come in. It is my job to handle any
issues that the committee thinks need to be taken care of. I am their
trouble-shooter, if you understand that term."
"Okay, but if you're a committee member, how come you don't wear white?"
"Ever seen anybody look intimidating wearing white?" James chuckled. "It's
all part of an image. I did it so that I'd be easily recognizable here on
campus, and so that normal people would more easily avoid bothering me.
Mainly I did it because I hate wearing white."
Ron laughed at that. They continued on with their talk and tour, until they
reached another, smaller, building.
"Ron, in here is the holding facility for our test subjects. It is basically
a first-come, first-served situation, but, since you're my student, I'm
gonna let you have first crack at them. Have you decided whether or not you
are going to use Jessica as a test subject?"
"I think she'd feel left out if I didn't. So, I guess I'll just need one
from here, right?"
"That's right. Now, when we go in there, take your time. Make your decision
based mainly on appearance, unless you enjoy changing attitudes of specific
types of people. The final parts of your training will involve turning these
subjects into exactly what you want them to be, so don't worry what they're
like now. Of course, some of the girls in here are real bitches, and, if you
like that sort of thing, you can have a lot of fun messing with their minds
and bodies. But that's all up to you. Let's go in, shall we?"
James opened the door, and, there before them, was a large room full of
women. All were fully clothed, but, also, all of them were beautiful. Ron
didn't know how he was going to choose.
He spent about a half hour, wandering through the room. Finally, he stopped
in front of one girl who was slumped against the wall.
"What's your name?"
"Fuck you."
"That's a strange name. Was your mother unhappy to have you?" Ron was
chuckling, and he could see James smiling out of the corner of his eye. The
girl, on the other hand, placed a look of contempt and pure hatred on her
face, and kept quiet.
"I asked you what your name was." This time, Ron added just a hint of
warning in his voice. Enough that he knew she caught it, and he could see it
in her eyes: the beginnings of fear.
"Megan Watley." The hate dripped from her voice. That made up his mind for
him. Megan was about 5'3" tall, a redhead with light green eyes. Her mouth
would have been pretty if it hadn't been drawn into a scowl. She had ample
breasts, a firm ass, and long legs. She was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt,
and she reminded him of some of his older sister's friends.
"I'll take her" Ron said to James. James got out a clipboard and found her
paperwork.
"Good choice. Let's see: her name, as she said, is Megan. She is 18 years
old. A runaway, we found her on the streets. Her parents have already
presumed her dead. She is free and clear, and at this point has no real
identity. We have reworked her identification papers, and we can rewrite
them however you would like when the time comes. You will see when you get
to your room that, in addition to the master suite, there are two small
bedrooms, one for each of your subjects. We'll go there now, so we can drop
her off. Do you need restraints, or how do you want to handle her? She's
still a little rebellious.
'Heel.' He figured everyone understood the basic command given to a dog to
follow. She did, but was fussing and cursing all the way. 'Shut up. You are
not to speak until spoken to.' She immediately quieted down. James took note
of all of this.
Finally they arrived at his room. Upon entering, he noted that the room had
been nicely furnished, with plush carpeting, a king-size bed, a
comfy-looking couch, and several soft chairs. The couch held particular
interest, as it was the present location of Jessica, who was wearing very
little at the moment. She rose upon seeing the new people, and reached for
her robe, but Ron stopped her.
"Don't bother, Jess. Come here." James was monitoring the mental energies in
the room, and was surprised to find that Ron wasn't using any on Jess. She
had actually become a willing slave. This was very advanced work. A
debriefing was going to be necessary before they could decide what Ron
needed to learn.
"Jess, this is Megan. She is going to be staying here with us. Have you
chosen which of the smaller rooms you want?"
"Won't I be sleeping with you?" she asked, with a pouty expression.
"Sometimes, but not always. You should choose which room you want." Jess
picked one, and Ron directed Megan into the other. He followed her in, and
gave her some instructions so that, other than going to the bathroom and
immediately returning, she could not leave the small room.
When Ron returned, he asked James, "So, what'll I be learning tomorrow?"
"Well, tomorrow will be a debriefing of what you've accomplished before
coming to CAMP. This gives us a basis to judge your level of achievement
when you leave. Then, in the afternoon, we'll begin classes on mental
self-defense."
"What's that?"
"The ability to protect yourself and others from mental attack." James saw
the look of surprise on Ron's face. "Don't worry, almost nobody thinks of it
on their own. It's actually my invention. It is a necessary skill, though,
so that you can protect yourself from the evil psionics out there, and, yes,
there are some. Now then, I'll leave you all alone to get acquainted and
settled in. You know where the cafeteria is, right? Good. I'll pick you up
here tomorrow at nine o'clock. See you then."
Over the next weeks, Ron learned many useful things. He learned about mental
defense, and forms of mental control over his own body, to affect healing,
and repair. Ron always had either Jess or Megan with him during his classes.
On the day he learned about telepathy, Megan happened to be the one who was
with him. Ron hadn't touched Megan yet, it was just more trouble than it was
worth. Jess was always eager to please, and so Ron had settled for her
attentions. Not that he wasn't interested in Megan, just that he felt he
could wait until she was a little more friendly.
Pete was instructing Ron today, saying that James had gone off on an
assignment, and probably wouldn't be back until the end of the week.
Pete set a small crystal on the table in front of Ron, and it seemed to
magically move over to him. "Okay, Ron. I want you to use your mind to push
the crystal back to me. I'm not going to be fighting you on this, it's just
you and the crystal." Ron had read the manual on this, but he hadn't
actually tried it yet. They had warned him not to try a completely new thing
for the first time alone. At least, not while at CAMP, anyway. Ron
concentrated on the crystal, and it began to vibrate. He concentrated
harder, and all of a sudden, the crystal took off across the room and
embedded itself into the wall.
"Geez, Ron! You're using enough psi-power to move a small office building!
You need to ease up, your pushing too hard. Remember, imagine that you have
a third hand that can reach anywhere, then just grab the crystal with it and
move it. Now then, try again." Pete yanked the crystal out of the wall with
his mind and floated it over to the table again.
By the end of the session, Ron was moving around the crystal, the table, and
the chair Ron was sitting on, all at once. He still hadn't figured how to
move himself, but that would come in time, Pete said.
"Now, then, Ron, we're going to have a little fun. According to your file,
you are very interested in sex. Not uncommon for a 13 year-old psionic. It
does, however, give me an interesting opportunity to teach you some of the
subtleties of telekinesis that other interests just don't allow for. I'm
going to leave in a minute, but you have an assignment. Before you leave
this room, I want you to make Megan there have an orgasm. But, the catch is,
you can't touch her with any part of your body. You've got to do it with
telekinesis. And no cheating: I'll be monitoring your thoughts, so don't go
sending any mental control messages. This is a telekinesis lesson, you may
only use telekinesis. You may use physical control to restrict her movement,
but that's all. Good luck." Pete walked out and left the two of them alone.
'Well, might as well get to it. This is going to be fun, if I can manage
it.' "Are you ready?"
"You won't be able to do it, you little shit. There's no way I'm going to
come for you."
"We'll see." Ron slumped in his chair, relaxing as he'd been taught, and
stared at his subject. He started sending her commands.
First, she raised her arms. 'Why can't I stop this little fuck? Well,
there's no way he's gonna make me come.' Slowly, her T-shirt rose up off her
body, off her arms, and fell to the floor. She was wearing a bra, but this,
too, was unhooked and pulled off her arms. 'How can he do that? He hasn't
moved an inch!' Ron wasn't moving at all, but he was thoroughly enjoying the
show. With her arms raised, her tits were pulled up, and stood out even
prouder than usual. It was a thrilling sight, but Ron remembered his
assignment, and so he moved on.
He mentally undid her pants, and pulled them down until they fell to the
floor. He wondered if he should have her step out of them, then got an idea.
Slowly, her feet rose clear of the floor, until she was floating about two
feet above ground level. Next, her shoes and socks flew off her feet. All
that was left were her panties, and they went rather quickly, but Ron didn't
pull them 'off', he pulled them apart. They ripped to shreds, and Megan's
eyes widened as she felt them torn from her body.
One of the things Pete had told Ron was "The extension you imagine doesn't
'have' to be a hand. A hand is useful for moving things, but the extension
can be shaped like anything." Ron imagined his extension was a feather, long
and wavy. This he brushed against her body. The touch was light, ever so
light. He moved it along her breasts, and she shuddered, pushing her tits
out to try to obtain more contact. Of course, Ron wasn't going to allow
that. He pulled back with her every move, being mentally aware of what she
was going to do before she did it. His touch moved down her body, and she
clamped her legs shut. Annoyed, Ron blasted just a little more energy at her
than necessary, and her legs flew open as far as they would go. He continued
his onslaught, now caressing her pussy lips with just the faintest of
touches. She was moaning now, twisting this way and that, trying to make
contact with something solid.
Ron continued this way for a few more minutes, then retracted the feather. A
groan of disappointment escaped Megan's lips, and inwardly she was
mortified. 'This little scum has got me all hot and bothered! I can't
believe he's doing this!'
Ron reformed his extension. Now, it was shaped like a long snake, writhing
and wiggling. He wrapped it around each breast in turn, then both at the
same time, forming a figure eight on her chest, squeezing and massaging. He
left the end to flick at her nipples, back and forth, alternating between
the two. Slowly, he lengthened the extension so that, while it was still
wrapped around her breasts, it could now reach down to her pussy. Her cunt
was dripping by this point, and she let out a loud grunt as she felt the
extension pass over her nether lips. It reached out and flicked across her
clit, and she squealed in pleasure. Finally, Ron figured it was time. He
enlarged the very end of his extension, and pushed it into her pussy. It now
resembled a cock, and he used it as one, plunging in and out of her pussy.
She was moaning constantly know, building in intensity and volume. He
figured it was time to make her come, and he decided to do something that he
simply couldn't do physically. He pulled the extension out of her for a
moment, and the end split into a Y. The second end was thinner than the
first, and headed for her asshole. Both ends plunged back into her at the
same time, and she screamed for all she was worth. Ron set up a killer pace,
and it didn't take long before her body was wracked with the biggest orgasm
of her life. She came and came for minutes, continually.
Finally she descended from her orgasmic high, and Ron gently lowered her to
the floor. Her knees wouldn't hold her, but he caught her in his mind, and
laid her down on the carpeted floor. Ron looked down to see that he had come
when she did. It was one of the hottest sexual encounters he'd ever had, and
he'd never come within five feet of the girl!
'Pete forgot to tell me that you can really feel things with the extension.
What a feeling!'
Another of Ron's important lessons came the following week. James was back,
and he took Ron to a completely secluded room with no windows, and it was
all sound-proofed.
"What are we gonna learn in here?" Ron wanted to know.
"In here we learn one of 'the' most important skills. This one skill is what
enables us to manipulate things at great distance. It's called
'televiewing'. It is the ability to move your point of view out of your
body, and into someplace you're not, without using another person's eyes.
You already learned about seeing through someone else's eyes in the
telepathy class. Now, it is very hard to manipulate the world while looking
through someone else's eyes, because their brain gets in the way of your
abilities. If you can view the scene from a completely disconnected
perspective, nothing can interfere with your powers."
"So, why are we in here?"
"Well, we start out simple. I need you to try to view what is in the next
room. It is an established scene, so I won't have to go check on it to know
if you're right. It is also someplace you've never been, so I know you can't
already know what's in there. Now then, just relax. Remember, concentrating
too hard actually reduces the chances that The Ability will work. Imagine an
eye floating out of your forehead, and flying around the room. Now then, I
want you to see if you can move through the door."
Ron struggled with this for a few minutes, but finally gave up. "I can't do
it, James. I can't get through the door."
"Don't worry. It will come eventually. For now, we'll have to provide you an
opening to get through. And, there's always little openings, even in a
tightly locked house. You've just got to search for them." James reached
over and took the cover off a small hole in the door. "Go through this. The
door to the other room is open. It is the next room down, going to the left
as you leave this room."
Ron maneuvered through the hole and down the hall, turning into the room. It
was a typical small classroom, but empty except for a few distinct objects.
"I see a reflecting telescope, a basketball, an open book, and a beach
towel."
"What page is the book open to?"
Ron moved his eye closer. "206."
"Okay, Ron, now here's a little challenge. Hold your viewing eye in place,
and use telekinesis to close the book. The trick is, instead of causing your
extension to come from your body, make it come from your viewing eye."
Ron worked this around in his head for a minute, then gave it a shot.
Amazingly, it was quite easy to do. His extension reached out and closed the
book.
"Hey!"
"What is it, Ron?"
"This book is titled The Life of Ronald Chaffey!"
"That's right, Ron. The book is all about you. It took a great deal of
effort to compile in such a short time, but, with your permission, this book
will become one of the required texts for CAMP. You have been a unique
student from the beginning, and you are progressing faster than even I
suspected. Go ahead. Grab the book, and bring it back here."
Ron did so, and found that James had opened the door while he wasn't paying
attention. The book now lay on the table in front of him.
"What do you say, Ron? Can we use you as a shining example of the right way
to approach The Ability?"
"Well, sure, I guess. I would be honored" he said formally, remembering the
line from one of his mother's plays.
"Good. Now then, another assignment, to make sure you've got the hang of it.
This one will be a little more difficult, and you might not manage it at
first. What I want you to do is view what is going on right now in your own
home."
"But, how do I do that? I don't know where it is from here, since I don't
know where here is."
"Right. Open the book to the back." Ron did, and there he found a map.
"Focus on the map. Push your mind into the map, right where your home is.
Find that, as you go into the map, details that you hadn't seen before
actually appear on the map. Now, as you approach a specific city, you'll
find that you are then actually in that city. Let me know when you've made
it that far."
"Okay, I'm there."
"Damn, that was fast. Okay, now, if you're in your home town, you should be
able to find your home. Find a way in, and observe what's happening. I've
got to make a pitstop, I'll be back in a while. You let me know what you
see, okay?"
"Okay, James." Ron had found his house, but was trying to figure out a way
in. 'Cockroaches get in, so I can get in. I only need a little dinky hole.'
Ron got lucky. It was a beautiful day in his home town, so Nikki had her
window open. Ron moved through the screen, which is full of holes, of
course, and into her room, which happened to be empty. Ron saw her desk,
neat as usual, and had an idea. 'I wonder if James would mind...' Ron
decided to risk it. He moved over to her desk, and saw her note pad. There
was a pen lying next to it. Now, he formed his extension, and picked up the
pen. He'd never tried writing with the extension, but he figured since it
was his right hand, he should be able to. He brought the pen to paper and
wrote out, "Nikki: I miss you. Love, Ron." He examined the writing, and,
while a little messy, it was legible. He then moved out of the room, after
remembering to set the pen down, and moved down the stairs. His eye
apparently also had ears, because he could hear sounds coming from his
mother's room. They sounded like very entertaining sounds, and he flew in to
investigate. The door was open, so that was no problem.
Once inside, he saw a scene that made him instantly hard. Sandra was lying
on her back, while Dawn straddled her face, her pussy pressed into her
mouth. Sandra was sucking and licking Dawn's cunt, making her squirm.
Meanwhile, Nikki was lapping Sandra's pussy, nibbling on her clit. Tammy was
rubbing Sandra's tits, kneading them with her small hands. Sandra's nipples
were hard as gemstone, standing proud. Nikki pushed two fingers into her
mother's slit, and started fucking them in and out in a frenzy. Dawn reached
down and started rubbing Tammy's slit, so she wouldn't feel left out. They'd
been going at it for quite a while, and everyone was about ready to pop. The
pace quickened rapidly. Dawn pulled Nikki around and started eating her out.
Tammy now had three sets of tits to rub, and was bucking on Dawn's hand. The
whole scene was very erotic, and Ron's dick was straining at his pants.
Suddenly, as if somebody threw a switch, or as if someone was directing and
had just said, "Come!", all four females started orgasming at once. Ron
didn't realize that he had unknowingly installed an urge in each of them to
come with their partner. He'd read the stories, and he believed that this
was the way it was supposed to be the best. Like his original skill at
getting people to agree with him, this was one command he didn't have to
consciously program; it just came naturally.
As the scene settled down, and it looked like they were all spent, Ron
decided it was time to go. But, before he went, he wanted to give them all a
little gift. He didn't want to frighten them, so he had to think a bit. Then
he decided. He formed his extension into something that would feel to them
like a warm wind, and moved it across each of them. Each of them in turn
shivered with the pleasure of it, and then Ron departed.
Ron made his way out of the house the same way he came in, and started back
up out of the map. As he reached city level, however, his mind reeled. Ron
was barraged with a searing pain that consumed his mind. He put up a mental
shield to block it, and that stopped it, but not before the pain had flung
him physically to the floor. Ron pulled out quickly, and opened his eyes to
see James standing over him, concerned.
"Ron! What the hell happened?"
"I-I don't know. I was starting to come out of the map, and then all of a
sudden, it was like my brain was on fire. I threw up a shield, and that
stopped most of the pain, but I could still feel it."
"That's not good news. You'll learn in time how to keep a minimal shield up
at all times. What you felt was the presence of another psionic, and this
one doesn't sound pleasant. Do you feel up to going back in?"
"I think so, why?"
"I need you to guide me. The fact that you felt a psionic's presence could
be troubling news. Whenever you're ready." James helped him up and to a
chair.
"Okay. How do we go together?"
"Just lead the way as if you were going alone. You might want to put up a
shield now, to protect yourself."
Ron did so, and entered into the map, with James right behind. Again, they
got to city level when Ron cried out. It wasn't pain this time, but it would
have been without the shield. James let them remain for a few moments, then
instructed Ron to pull out.
"Ron, this is really bad news. I found the psionic, and, while I can't read
her totally, she is very evil. She's not a member of CAMP, apparently she
turned us down when we offered. Therefore her power isn't tempered by
education, but she is very strong. She is passing herself off as a witch.
She has no demonic power as such, but that is what she is claiming her
psionic ability is. The problem, and most likely why you felt her, is that
her evil is being aimed at your family."
"What? How? Why?"
"Why I cannot know. How right now is simply an exploration of the family.
Who is probably a better question than what. She was most likely hired to do
something to the family. Would anyone want to hurt you or your family?"
Ron didn't have to think for more than an instant. "Dad. That son of a
bitch. James, what can we do?"
"We have a couple of weeks, Ron. I can tell that she isn't ready to move
yet. I don't know why that is, I just know it is. We're going to have to
accelerate your learning, so we can prepare you to deal with this. As a CAMP
official, this does not concern CAMP at all."
"What do you mean? She could hurt my family..."
"I know that, Ron, but listen carefully to my words. 'As a CAMP official', I
can't do anything. Now, remember CAMP's one inviolable rule?"
"Whenever a member asks another member for help, help must be rendered if
possible." He was quoting directly from the manual.
"That's right. You are a CAMP member. I am a CAMP member. As an official of
CAMP, I cannot do anything, as this is not an issue that concerns CAMP
directly."
"But if I ask you for help..."
"I am bound by the same rules you are."
"Will you help me, James?"
"I've got no choice, now. I have to help." James continued, "This is going
to be rough, and I know you're going to have a hard time concentrating, but
the next week or so is critical. You must learn the rest of what I have to
teach you, and you must learn it well."
"Yes, sir." Ron reverted to type when being lectured.
"Very good. I will investigate further, and see what I can find out about
this person. Right now, you should go back to your room. Rest up, but study
as hard as you think you can without hitting overload. We'll beat this,
together. Remember, CAMP members stand together."

Chapter 3: Preparations for Battle
The next week was pure hell for Ron. He knew his family was in trouble. He
knew he couldn't help them where he was. He 'wanted' to be with them, but he
knew he needed to finish learning here, or he might not be able to help
them.
Jess tried to console him, she did her best as his servant to keep his mind
off it, but it just wasn't working. They had just finished making love for
the second time that day, when he rolled onto his back and stared up at the
ceiling.
"Ron? Is there anything I can do?"
"No, I don't think so. Get me my clothes, will ya?"
She jumped up to do as he asked. Ron got dressed and cleaned up, because it
was almost time for his next lesson. Pete showed up right on time.
"Hey, Ron. I heard about your family. Don't worry, man. We'll get you ready
for it. Today, we need you to bring Megan with you. Today's lesson requires
her services."
"Okay. Megan! Come here!" Megan emerged from her room, and walked to Ron's
side. She had mellowed only slightly from the first day, but Ron had placed
controls on her to keep her in line. The three of them left, and walked to
the usual classroom. When they got there, they found James talking to one of
the committee members. Ron sat down and waited quietly until they were ready
to deal with him.
"So, this is he?" The committee member asked.
"Yes. I think he's ready. Today is one of his final lessons."
"Very well. Proceed. I will observe and report."
"Alright." He turned to Ron and said, "Today, we explore one of your last
lessons. You've already had some mild experience with Direct Mental
Programming, but you haven't really used to to overwrite a mind yet. It's
time to take care of Megan. She's been neglected for five weeks, now, and
that's much too long for a nice girl like her." James smirked when he said
it, and Ron caught the joke.
"Okay. I've been studying the lesson. What do you want me to make her into?"
"That's entirely up to you. Just remember, if you make her into something
you don't like, you have to fix it later. Just make it noticeable. I'll scan
her when you're finished to check your work."
"Okey-doke." Ron looked at Megan, and said, "Come here, Megan." Ron saw the
fear in her eyes, and she didn't move. Ron grew irritated. He reached out
mentally, grabbed her around the waist, and dragged her forcibly to him. He
looked her in the eyes, and saw her terror. He'd finally learned how to look
someone in the eyes without blanking them. "Sit down." His voice held a
warning, and Megan sat down quickly. Ron reached out and took her hand. She
jumped, and then froze.
Ron wiggled his way into her mind. He found images of her family, all seemed
to be malicious little bastards. He knew that this was her view of them, but
he didn't figure they were very pleasant people, if they'd raised her like
this. He continued looking, for now just plotting ground, finding things
that needed changing. He knew what he wanted from Megan, and he wanted to
make sure he did it right. Megan was going to become his one true sex slave.
Her only purpose in life would be to serve his body. All of the other people
in his life, Jess included, he had some emotional ties to. Megan he didn't
know from nobody. He needed to release the urge to just completely devastate
someone's will, and he figured she was the best choice available.
After about twenty minutes of plotting, Ron moved to the very center of her
psyche. This was the core, the central theme of her mind. In Megan, this was
a dark place, not at all pleasant. Ron knew of no way to change this place.
So, he ripped it out.
Megan screamed. She howled, she snarled, she sounded very much like a
wounded animal. If not for Ron's physical control over her, she very well
might have hurt herself. James and the committeeman looked on with interest.
They recognized the sign of a dying personality. They looked at each other
and smiled.
Ron now replaced the psyche he had just obliterated. What he replaced it
with was... himself. He had just made himself the center of her entire
world. That complete, he went through and started deleting whole blocks of
memory. This was the wholesale slaughter of her identity. By the time he had
finished, she remembered neither her father nor her mother. She remembered
only Ron. She saw him as provider, protector, comforter, lover, friend. Her
desire was to make him happy. She would do whatever he wanted, whenever he
wanted, wherever he wanted. She had no wishes of her own except to see him
pleased with her.
This process had taken well over an hour, so thorough a job had he done.
When Ron finally pulled out, Megan collapsed onto the table. Ron was
dripping sweat, and slightly winded. The committeeman handed him a soda.
"Drink up. You've lost quite a bit of fluid over the last hour."
As Ron drank up, James did a full scan of Megan. When he was finished, the
committeeman asked, "Well? How'd he do?"
"I think you'd better look for yourself." James looked a little pale, Ron
thought.
"Ron, may I?" It was standard procedure to ask before scanning another
person's followers.
"Sure, go ahead." The man did, and the color drained from his face far more
obviously than James'.
"Did I goof? Is something wrong?" Ron worried that he might have just turned
the girl into a vegetable.
The man turned to James. "I have never seen a rewrite that... complete
before. There isn't anything left, not one shred. Not even the stuff we hid
in there."
"What's he talking about, James?"
James finally explained. "Ron, when we acquired Megan, we did a full mental
map. We also hid a few spurious memories around in her head, in areas that a
normal psionic wasn't likely to find. They're not there anymore. That means
you were able to wipe her entire memory bank and rewrite it with, I must
say, a damned fine list of memories intended to give her a singular goal in
life."
"Is she gonna be okay?"
"Oh, yeah. She'll be fine. And, honestly, she'll probably be a lot happier
now. She should wake up in a few minutes. Wait here until she does. Feel
free to stay here as long as she needs, classes are over for the day. We
have to go to a meeting, so we'll see you later." The committeeman shook
Ron's hand, and they both left.
Ron sat, waiting for Megan to wake up. 'Their reactions were sure strange. I
mean, it really wasn't that hard. Time consuming, yes, but not hard. I wish
she hadn't screamed like that, though. I nearly shit my pants when she did
that. I wonder what she'll be like when she wakes up? She's got to be
friendlier than she was before.'
Just then, Megan began to stir. Ron sat up, and helped her sit up in her
chair. She was shaking her head, like she was trying to clear a buzzing
noise. Ron pushed his soda over to her. "Have a sip. It'll make you feel
better." She opened her eyes and focussed on the can, grabbing it and taking
several drinks from it. Then she set it down and looked at Ron.
Her whole expression changed at that point. What had been a scowl turned
into a beautiful smile. Her eyes lit up, and her face filled with joy.
"Master!" She dropped to her knees at his feet and laid her head in his lap.
"What can I do for you, Master?"
Well, needless to say, this display was making Ron horny as hell. His dick
was already rigid, and he felt he deserved some relief. "Take out my cock
and suck on it."
Megan's hands fairly flew to his zipper. She undid his pants, reached in,
and pulled out his cock. The look on her face was one of pure lust. She
licked his shaft up and down, getting it nice and wet, then she sucked him
in. Her tongue circled around the head of his cock, and then she took him
all the way. As Jess had done, Megan deep-throated him like a porn-star.
Each time, she would waggle her tongue as she came out, driving him closer
and closer to the edge. It wasn't long before he felt the need, and he
grabbed her head and shoved his cock as far in as it would go. He held her
there, and started coming down her throat. He finally came down from his
climax, but he didn't even begin to soften. He pulled out of her mouth, and
she sat back on her heels.
"Stand up and undress. Do it sexy."
Megan stood up. She moved her hands up to her breasts and started to rub
them. She made her hands move in circles, bigger and bigger, until her hands
reached the bottom of her T-shirt. She turned to face away from Ron, and
pulled the shirt off over her head. She was wearing a bra, but she didn't
remove that yet. She sidled over to Ron and placed her hand on the back of
his head. She pulled his face into her tits, and Ron breathed her wonderful
scent. She backed off, and undid her jeans. Slowly, teasingly, she wiggled
them down off her hips, until they fell to the floor. She stepped out of
each leg, taking her shoes and socks off as she did. Now she was clad only
in underwear. She was swaying and moving to some unheard tune, and Ron was
enthralled with her performance. She faced away from him again, and undid
her bra. She slipped it off of her arms, but held the front in place. She
faced him now, and flung the bra off. Her breasts jiggled with the action, a
nd Ron's dick jerked. She was doing her very best to tantalize him, and it
was working. She bent down, and started working her panties off. She turned
around to give him a better view. Her panties hit the ground, and she spread
her legs shoulder width to show Ron her pussy.
Ron could take no more. He stood up, took his pants off, and approached his
prize. She stood up as he touched her, but he moved her to the table and
bent her over. He plowed into her furrow full force, and she let out a
grunt. He started slamming into her as hard as he could: he was actually
moving the table. As she came in a mind-wrenching orgasm, he decided he
wanted all of her. He pulled out of her pussy, and pressed his cock to her
asshole. Her mindset had been so completely altered that, instead of
resisting, she encouraged him.
"Yes, Master! Fuck my ass!" She pushed back at him, and he slowly worked
into her. He set up a rhythm that increased pace. He reached around and
grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples. He pounded her for some time, and
she started to come again. At that point, she reached back and gently
massaged his balls. This was the last straw for him, and he came violently
in her ass. They were both exhausted, and collapsed onto the table.
The following day was supposed to be a day of rest. Ron thought this was a
good idea, since he was pretty wore out. 'Having one slave who wants me all
the time was bad enough. Now I've got two to deal with! Well, It could be
worse...' It had, however, managed to take his mind off of his family
problems for a few hours, and he was grateful for that. Since today was an
off day, he was surprised when there came a knock at the door. Megan
answered it without being asked, and led James back into the room.
"Ron, you need to come with me. No questions."
"What?" That got him a stern look from James, and so he got up and followed
James outside. They got in an electric cart, and headed towards the main
office building. 'What did I do? They haven't told me about any rules I've
broken. What's this all about?' These were all things he would have said to
James, if he'd been allowed to.
They entered the main office building, and headed up to the third floor.
James directed Ron to a waiting room. "Wait here. Do not leave this room
until someone comes for you." Ron sat down, and started... waiting. There
were several objects in the room, and Ron passed the time, and improved his
skill, by flying them around the room.
Ron figured twenty-six and a half minutes had passed since James left. He
had learned how to hold an almost atomically-accurate clock in his head. He
decided he was probably going to be here awhile. 'Might as well work on my
levitation.'
Ron set about working on telekineting himself off the floor, and had
actually managed to raise himself to the ceiling, when the door opened. Ron
almost fell, he was so surprised, but he caught himself, and lowered himself
back to his chair. The person at the door was wearing a maroon jumpsuit, and
a ninja-style hood, so that all that was visible were her eyes. He knew it
was a her from the bumps in the front of her suit. She signalled to him to
follow her, but she didn't speak. He followed her out of the room and down a
hallway. They approached a door with two grey-clad guards in front of it.
The guards opened the doors and stood aside to let them pass. She motioned
Ron into the room, but did not enter herself. The room was very dark, and
Ron wondered what was going on. Then the doors closed behind him, and the
room became pitch black. At this point, Ron put up the strongest mental
shield he could sustain. He stood perfectly still, and listened. He was just
starting to think he could hear breathing, when lights snapped on overhead.
They were spotlights. One focused on him. Ten other lights focussed on the
other people in the room, all dressed in white.
'The Committee! But what do they want with me?'
The one to his extreme left spoke up. "Ronald Chaffey?"
"Yes?"
"We are the Committee. We control all activities here at CAMP."
"I know. I asked James about you."
"We are aware of this. I am sure, you are wondering why we have brought you
here."
"Well, actually..."
"We do not follow the activities, or the studies, of everyone at CAMP. Most
students pass through without any direct contact with us. You, however, we
have followed with great interest. Your skills are finely tuned. James tells
us that you have achieved a level of psion-17. That is most impressive, and
the highest rate any Talent has ever managed. You should be proud, young
Ron."
"Thank you, sir. But you still haven't told me why I'm here."
The man chuckled. "So I haven't. You will recall that one of us observed
your last class session. This was a final evaluation. We have brought you
here today to make you an offer. One that we hope you will accept."
"What is it?"
"We would like you to become an employee of CAMP. Now, you should know that
CAMP does not hire very many employees. We are very selective about whom we
ask. You have been chosen because of your level of ability, your
intelligence, your maturity, and your interest in the sciences."
"Well, what would I be doing?"
"We can discuss exact details later. What you need to know now is that, you
would still live at your home, though you would need to travel a bit. Your
life would not be overly disturbed, except that you would need to do things
for us from time to time. Your real job with us would start when your
education is finished. By that, I mean when you graduate from high-school.
They tell me that you are quite a good computer programmer. Is this true?"
"I'd like to think so, sir." Ron was amazed. 'Work for them? They want ME to
work for them? What can I do that they can't already?'
"Very good. That will be important. Please see that you keep up with that
skill. Now then, do you accept the job? You should know that it pays very
well, though I'm sure you know by now that money will never concern you
again."
"Well, sure, I guess. So long as you don't want me to go around killing
people or something."
"No, nothing like that. We will now let James explain more about CAMP to
you. He has been preparing you for this day since you arrived. We know
you'll feel more comfortable talking with him than us, so he will remain
your contact for now." With that, the ten lights over the Committee snapped
off, leaving just his spotlight. At which point, a door over to Ron's right
opened, and James walked in.
"Okay, Ron! Welcome aboard. I'm sure you've found this whole procedure a
little strange, but it was necessary, let me assure you."
"What's this all about? What do they want me to do?"
"Well, first, let's cover a little background. CAMP is about ten years old
now. We have a total of about 3,000 members, scattered throughout the United
States. So you know, and, by the way you're not allowed to tell anyone this,
you are just outside of a small town in southeastern New Mexico called
Hobbs. CAMP's sole purpose since inception has been to build a membership
base. However, there has always been an underlying goal. That goal is about
to become CAMP's driving force."
"Am I allowed to know what that goal is?"
"Allowed to know? Ron, you're going to help us achieve it! CAMP's influence
in the world has been severely limited by the fact that nobody knows we
exist. We haven't even revealed ourselves in any major way to the government
yet. Unfortunately, with only 3,000 members, we cannot affect enough people
in society to effect any real change. That is where you come in."
"What can I do?"
"Well, let's just say that you have some unique skills and interests, that
make you the perfect person for the job."
"What is the job?"
"We want to influence the mind of every person in America."
"Geez, James! That's over 250 MILLION people! I can't influence all of
them!"
"We don't expect you to do it personally. All of this will be explained
later."
"Okay, but what do you want them all to do?"
"Small changes, really. We need to set up an atmosphere where changing
things in the government won't be noticed, or that will actually be accepted
and welcomed. The changes we want to make, you don't need to know yet. Right
now, you'll simply be acting as a field agent for CAMP, until you graduate.
Then, you'll come back here, and we'll explain the whole plan in greater
detail. At that point, you can decide if you want to continue with us or
not."
"So, how much do I get paid, anyway? And what will I have to do as a 'field
agent'?"
"Field agents handle problems in their local area. We will point you out to
any CAMP members in your immediate area, and tell them to come to you if
they have a problem. As for salary, well, starting salary for a field agent
is about $750,000 a year." Ron nearly fainted at that number. "Don't worry,
CAMP can afford it. You'd be surprised just how many companies are giving us
lots of money to continue our 'research'." James raised his eyebrows, and
Ron understood.
"That's a hell of a lot of money. Just how busy am I going to be as a field
agent?"
"No way to tell. You might never be called upon. Then again, we've had field
agents that got called on once a month. Usually, it only takes a few hours
to straighten out problems. Remember when you called about Jessica?"
"Yes."
"You were calling a regional field agent. We don't have a local agent in
your area, and so we had to send you to the regional agent. He is pretty
overworked, and he needs some relief. There are about 10 members in your
area of responsibility, and approximately 50 latent Talents. Latents are
people who have The Ability, but don't know it yet. Like you were, six
months ago."
'Geez, it was less than six months since I learned I had this thing. Now,
I'm going to work for an organization that deals solely with people that
have it.'
Ron and James talked for the rest of the day. When he returned to his room,
he found his two followers on either side of the room, scowling at each
other. Both women started toward him, then noticed the other doing the same,
and started to glare at each other.
"What is going on here?!" Ron's voice was stern, commanding. Both girls
cowered, neither answered him. Knowing her responses better, he turned to
Jessica. "Jessica? What is the problem?"
"She says she's your slave! I want to be your slave! How can we both be?"
'I don't have the energy to deal with this! Ugh. Am I going to run across
this problem often?' A little voice in his head responded, 'Yeah, probably.'
"Okay, both of you, come stand in front of me, Jessica stand here, Megan
stand here." He directed them to an exact spot, so as to avoid further
fighting. He could tell that the argument had almost come to blows, but that
they had both backed off, fearing it would upset him to find either of them
hurt. He started with Jessica, and started to implant commands. He wasn't
using DMP (Direct Mental Programming), just rearranging a few thoughts with
Mental Conditioning. He hadn't decided which, if either, of them was going
to be his head slave, so he left the issue undecided for now. He turned to
Megan, who was almost quaking before him. 'She's scared shitless. I wonder
why.' A little probing answered that. He was displeased. Her greatest drive
in life now was to please him. She had failed, and she was afraid of his
response. Ron went in and did some fine-tuning of her programming,
reinforcing her feeling of him as protector and friend, and easing off on
her fear of failing to please him, while leaving the need to do so alone.
That completed, Ron felt things would settle down a little. He had removed
the ability for either of them to be jealous of anyone Ron was interested
in. He instilled an absolute need to cooperate with each other to serve the
master. Ron made sure that neither of them had the capability to betray him.
He felt sure he had solved this crisis, though he wondered what the next
crisis would be.
Ron was just about to suggest they all go to bed when there was a knock at
the door. Ron was closest, so he answered it. It was Pete.
"Ron, James says that you should take tomorrow off. You and he will be
returning to your home the day after. He says it's time."
"Okay. Thanks, Pete. For everything." They shook hands, and Pete left.
Ron turned and went back into the room, closing the door and slumping
against it. 'Time? Am I ready? What if I screw up? I can't let that bitch
hurt my family! I need to rest. I need sleep.' Ron was exhausted, both
mentally and physically, but he didn't think he could get to sleep, his mind
was so rattled. He thought of something that just might help.
Ron walked to the bed and undressed down to his undies. Then he laid on the
bed. "Slaves! come here!" Both ladies rushed to his side. "I am very tired.
I need to get some sleep, but I'm very stressed out. I want you both to give
me a rub-down. Make it soothing, not sexy. Do a good job, and we'll have fun
tomorrow."
The girls looked at each other, and, without a word, went to work on him.
With one on each side, they began rubbing him. Jessica started on his
shoulders, while Megan started on his feet. Before they had made it anywhere
near meeting in the middle, Ron was fast asleep.
'Trouble can wait. Right now, I've got to rest......'

Chapter 4: The Ravages of War
The plane ride seemed to take forever. Ron thought it would never end. He
occupied his time trying to teach James to turn himself invisible. The two
girls slept on the couches in the plush private jet.
"Nope, I'm just not getting it. Oh well. I'll figure it out someday. It
takes longer for me to learn a new skill. But then, once I've mastered it,
it's perfect: no flaws. Give me a year, and I'll have this one down."
"Hey, what was with that girl the other day, by the way?"
"Which girl?"
"The one in the maroon jumpsuit, you know, with the ninja mask."
"Oh, her. That's called garnet, not maroon. Anyway, she's a messenger.
You're not supposed to know her identity. She didn't speak to you because
she can't speak to anyone who is not an employee of CAMP. She could speak to
you now, of course."
"What's gonna happen when we get there?" Ron was getting more nervous with
every mile.
"I'm not entirely sure. However, Ron, the important thing is, I won't do
anything until it looks like you're in trouble, okay? Make this a learning
experience, I'm here to back you up if you need it."
"Thanks for being here. What about those two?" He motioned to Megan and
Jess, "will they be safe?"
"They'll be fine, your control over them is total. Not to be cruel, but this
crisis is mostly your own damned fault."
"What'd I do?" Ron sounded, well, like a typical 13 year old.
"What you didn't do, actually. By not establishing full controls over all of
them, you left this bitch an opening. If your control had been established,
I don't think she'd have been able to break it. Learn the lesson: You can
leave their personality intact, but you must make their will your own."
"Okay, I'll remember that. What do we know about this psionic?"
"All I've been able to come up with is this: Her name is Marinda. She passes
herself off as a witch, but she isn't. She doesn't even practice witchcraft
or belong to a coven or anything. I think she just feels people think
witchcraft is less strange than mind-control. Anyway, she is working for
your father, that I learned. Beyond that, I can't say. I can't tell how
strong she is, or what powers she has. You do have an advantage, in that she
has probably not learn to defend her mind. But, beware, her offensive attack
can be a good defense. If you can't fend off her attack, you can't make an
attack of your own, so be careful."
"Gotcha. What about the family?"
"If she's already taken control, which she probably will have, that's no big
deal. Most likely she won't try to use them against you, and I'll
stop-motion them if she tries. Freeing them from her power has to be done by
you. Which is okay, it's a relatively simple process, and you already know
how to remove commands. The likelihood is that she is nowheres near as
strong as you are. I'm coming along mainly as an advisor, but I'll back you
up if I need to."
They chatted for the rest of the flight. There was no way to make plans,
because there was no telling what they were getting into. Ron didn't want to
teleview, because he worried about alerting Marinda.
They arrived at the house to find chaos. There were people standing in
various states of undress on the lawn. He could hear screaming inside the
house, and he knew he had to get in there. And, standing in front of the
door to the house, was a woman that had to be Marinda. She was dressed in
the kind of black dress you see in witch movies. But, contrary to fairy
tale, this woman was a knockout. Her breasts were threatening to tear the
fabric of her dress, her face looked like a covergirl, and she had a mane of
long, flowing black hair that reached well below her ass. She was holding
what appeared to Ron forever like a crystal ball on a stick.
"Stop! Whoever you are! I am in control of this abode!" 'The nerve of the
bitch! I'll show her a thing or two.'
"Like hell you are! This is MY home, Marinda! Leave now, and I won't have to
hurt you." Well, it sounded good, anyway. He knew she wouldn't go for it.
Ron erected his strongest mental shield. He could only hold it for a few
minutes, but he was hoping that was all he would need.
"Who are you, welp? I will crush you!" A surge of mental energy lashed out
at Ron. 'Well, if she wants to make this look like the cartoons...' Ron held
out his hand and cast aside her energies with a flick of his wrist, then
sent a surge of his own.
Pete had once told Ron he was using enough energy to move a small office
building. Peter wasn't exaggerating. Ron sent out enough power in a single
blast to knock her through the back wall of the house. She was able to
withstand a good portion of it, but it still knocked her across the room.
Ron stepped inside.
"Nobody messes with my family and gets away with it."
"I will destroy you, boy!" 'Who IS this kid? And how the hell did he do
that?' Marinda lashed out with a mental control. Ron laughed. He twisted her
control around, and threw it back at her. She dematerialized it before it
hit her, but it was close. Ron was actually enjoying this.
Marinda started telekineting things at him from all corners of the room. Ron
was not impressed. He set up an invisible barrier: the objects would hit,
and then fall to the floor. Just then, he heard his mother scream from her
bedroom. That's when Ron realized he had not seen his father outside. 'That
mother-fucking son of a bitch!' Ron decided it was time to wrap up this
little duel.
Ron formed his extension into a solid wall. He slammed it full force into
Marinda. She was pinned against the wall, and, when he released her and she
fell to the floor, there was actually an impression of her body in the wall.
She was dazed, but Ron wasn't waiting for her to get up. He rammed his
control into her mind. What feeble defenses she had he cast aside as a
tornado tosses cars: violently. He snapped a movement control on her so
harsh that she almost couldn't breathe. "That'll teach you to fuck with my
family!" He didn't figure she was going anywhere. He turned to see James
watching. James nodded in approval. "Keep an eye on her, would ya?"
"Sure. Go take care of your mother."
Ron ran into her room to see his father on top of her, brutally raping her.
He had hit her just as Ron came in, and had his hand raised to hit her
again.
"STOP!" That single word might has well have been a crack of thunder. Ron's
voice sounded like an angered storm god, berating his subjects. Mike lost
his momentum, then looked over at Ron.
"Get out of here, you little shit, or I'll give you some of the same!" His
confidence was high, because he didn't know that his ace in the hole was
lying bleeding on the living room floor.
"Apparently you didn't hear me." These words were uttered in a very soft
voice. They were heard, however. Mike's face grew pale as he felt something
sinch around his waist. It raised him up off of Sandra, held him in mid-air
for a few seconds, then slammed him full force into the opposite wall. Ron
repeated this several times, until his father was almost senseless. Ron
paused, and said, "I told you it would be a bad idea to return. Now you find
out why." And with that, Ron's extension flew him right through the window.
Glass flew everywhere, and Mike just barely missed one of the figures on the
lawn. Ron let go, and Mike slumped to the ground. Ron couldn't yet bare to
look at his mother. He went outside to face Mike, and he found James there.
"Marinda's toast. She won't be able to move unless you let her up."
"What do we do about her? I mean, she's responsible for all of this."
"All I'm allowed to do to punish her is to remove her powers."
"You can do that?"
"Only the Skills. No one else has ever managed it. After that, I'll leave
her punishment in your hands. But, I don't suppose there's any chance you'd
let me have a little fun with her first?"
Ron almost laughed, then he grinned wickedly. "By all means. I suppose I
need to remove my clamp?"
"If you would be so kind."
Ron reached out and removed the mental control. Marinda still did not move,
mainly because she didn't think she could, she was in so much pain. James
entered the house, while Ron moved over to Mike.
"You asshole! I told you not to come back. It's not Mom's fault you're a
jerk!"
"Ron... I-"
"Shut up! Just shut the fuck UP! I don't really care what you have to say! I
should kill you here and now!"
"Ron, please, for God's sake NO! I'll do anything, ANYTHING!"
There was something in the plea. It made Ron pause. He for the life of him
would never understand what made him stop. He decided that before he could
make a proper judgment of punishment, he needed to know more about his Dad.
Ron slipped his way into his Dad's mind....
Meanwhile, in the living room, James was approaching Marinda. She was
stirring now, shaking badly and groaning.
"You can get up now." She looked up in terror.
"You! I've seen you before...." She couldn't place the face.
"Yes, you have. I didn't realize it until I saw you, 'Marinda'. Or should I
call you Diane? You were wise to turn down our offer if this is how you
wanted to live. You have broken almost every rule in the book."
"Go to hell."
"Maybe, but you'll be going first, I'm afraid." With that, he reached down
and yanked her up by the hair. "You have caused one of our members a whole
heap of trouble. But, as you can see, you picked the wrong guy to fuck with.
Actually, you should be happy. He could have cracked your head open with a
single thought, or made you go stand in front of an oncoming train. You
picked the single most powerful Talent that CAMP has ever seen to screw
with. How stupid are you?"
"What is he going to do to me?"
"I don't know, and I don't care. He has only made one request of me, and
since it coincides with my duties to CAMP, I will now fulfill that request.
You will no longer have any abilities to control people or things."
"You can't do that!" She shrieked.
"Oh, yes I can." He had her by the arms, and now he plunged into her mind.
She fought, but she wasn't even a psion-7, and an untrained, undisciplined
psionic is no match for a Skill psion-46. He grabbed hold of her mind and
would not let go. Just to distract her, he also grabbed hold of her tits. He
had backed her against a wall, and she wasn't going anywhere. He pulled down
and away, and her breasts fell free from the confines of the dress. He
mauled her breasts while he penetrated her mind. He searched for that one
little spot, always in a slightly different location, that held The Ability.
As he probed, he tore away more dress, until she was completely nude. She
was panting from the strain, and James took advantage of this. He pressed
his mouth to hers and forced his tongue inside. Meanwhile, one hand strayed
down to her pussy, and he plunged a finger deep inside her cunt. Now she was
squirming, trying to scream, trying to fight back.... and failing,
miserably. Ron removed his other hand from her tit to undo his pants. He
pulled out his cock, and stroked it to complete hardness. Then he removed
his finger from her pussy, and replaced it with his dick. He sunk deep into
her, and she moaned into his mouth. Her legs came up and wrapped around his
waist, and she started bucking, using the wall for support. While he fucked
her body, he ravaged her mind. He found that tiny spot, (very tiny in her
case) And squashed it. He crumpled it like a paper doll, and then he plunked
it into her mental trash can. It would be washed from her mind completely
the next time she slept. There was no way for her to recover it, even with
the help of an expert psionic. This was the one change that could not be
undone.
The pace of their fucking increased until she arched her back and screamed
into his mouth, pouring her juices all over his cock. She hadn't even
noticed her power being taken from her, so enraptured was she in the
feelings of sex. James knew how to make his own job easy, and he took every
opportunity he could get. As she started to come down from her climax, he
thrust even harder into her, and started to twist her nipples. Then he came.
This set her off yet again, and she was on another rollercoaster ride of
pleasure.
When she finally came to, she was lying on a couch, unable to move. 'Oh,
shit. What did I let him do? Why can't I move.... Wait! I can't feel it!
Where is my power? Oh shit......'
Ron finished up his exploration of his father's mind, and was startled to
realize that he sympathized.... with his father. Not that what he'd done was
any less terrible, it was just that there had been an awful lot of
'mitigating circumstances', as the judges on TV called them. His father had
been abused in every way imaginable as a child. He'd suffered through hell
in battles that no one ever knew happened. Ron had not known that his father
was a special-forces operative for the Marine Corps. The stuff he'd done....
well, no wonder he went nuts.
He understood his father better now. He realized that what his father felt
was a complete lack of control in this world. On the battlefield, he'd been
in control: of his unit, of the situation, of himself. Now, back in
civilization, he had no idea what the hell was expected of him. He'd been
retired from the Marine Corps due to an injury, minor in everyday life, but
critical to a soldier. He had never found a place in society.
Ron wasn't sure what to do. He knew he couldn't kill his father now. Ron
knew that what his father needed, short of long-term psychiatric care, was
someone to dominate completely. Someone who would jump at his least command.
Someone who would do whatever shitty things he asked of them, without
hesitating, without resisting, without complaining. And his father had
fixated on... his mother.
But Ron couldn't bring himself to do that. He had developed way too many
levels of feelings for his Mom to turn her over to this slug. He sympathized
with his father, but he still didn't like him.
On the other hand, if he could substitute someone, but who? Just then, he
saw James walk out of the house, and he got an idea.
"Don't you dare move an inch" he said to Mike. Ron stepped over to James.
"Well?"
"No problem. No more powers, gone, bye-bye."
"And CAMP doesn't care what happens to her now?"
"She's a non-entity. No powers, no concern. CAMP will make no judgment
concerning anyone under psion-4."
"So I can do with her whatever I like."
"That's right. What have you got in mind?" James was curious to see how Ron
was going to handle this. He was very surprised to see that the father was
still alive. He was sure the guy needed medical attention, after going
through a closed window at a speed of about 50 miles an hour.
"I'm going to give her to Dad."
"Huh?" Ron had just shocked James into total incomprehension.
"I scanned Dad. I understand more now why he is like he is. I think, if I
can get him to fixate on her instead of my Mom, and reprogram her to be the
slave he wants, he'll be a relatively harmless person to the rest of the
world, including us."
"Well, whatever, Ron. I'm not going to argue with you, it's your family."
"Do you think I'm making a mistake?"
"I don't know. I would have handled it differently, but I have a different
personality, and a different perspective on life. Whose view is right? Beats
the hell out of me. I'm not going to try to sit and judge which way to go.
This time, I'm not even going to try to advise. This has been a unique
situation. Your solution may be the most ethical, for all I know. What
counts, I suppose, is that your decision to kill him was made in anger.
Those kinds of decisions are often the wrong ones, and the ones you usually
regret. Your present course of action has been thought out and reasoned.
Maybe not as satisfying, but probably more productive in the long run.
Anyway, it's your decision. And you don't need me here anymore. I've done
all I can. The problem now consists of two non-entities, and I cannot
interfere. Good luck to you, and keep in touch. Oh, there's some stuff in
that briefcase I gave you that you'll need to read, some case files and
instructions. It's all self-explanatory."
"Okay, thanks a lot, James. Will I see you again?"
"Oh, I'm sure we'll meet again sometime. Maybe in four years, when you come
back to CAMP." With that, James got in the rental car and drove away.
Ron turned and surveyed the mess. His father was lying on the ground, his
sisters were staring at him in their nightgowns, and a young lady he didn't
recognize was staring at them all. He felt a presence at his side, and
looked to see Jess and Megan there.
Megan asked, "Master, what happened here?"
"Someone decided to mess with your master's family."
"What did you do, Master?"
"I protected my family. That's my job, Megan. And remember, you are both
part of my family now." He thought they would both come, with the look on
their faces. Their smiles, however, were gratifying. "Come on, girls, we've
got work to do." He took the girls into the house and set them to cleaning
the place up somewhat. Next, he turned his attention to the naked woman on
the couch. 'Yow! I guess James DID have some fun!' Ron moved over to her and
sat on the coffee table, staring at her.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to kill you."
"What? NO! Please!"
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to kill your body, just your mind." With
that, Ron reached into that central place he had taken so much care to find
with Megan, and tore it out. Then came the scream. Ron didn't think he'd
ever get used to that noise, but he was hoping he wouldn't have to hear it
too often. He figured that only the most stubborn of people would actually
need reprogramming, as opposed to conditioning. It's just that conditioning
was a little slower, and less absolute.
He spent twenty minutes rearranging her mind, taking care to make sure that
all the right pieces were in place in the right order, and so on. He was not
cruel: He removed any knowledge or memory from her that her life had once
been her own. Now she was property. To disobey her owner was to die. He
actually made her believe that. In her mind, disobeying a direct order from
her master would kill her. Ron figured this was just what his father needed:
A perfect slave. Not as finely tuned as Megan, but he didn't figure she
needed to be. Plus, Megan was his, and he had taken special care with his
own property. He didn't want damaged goods.
He had Megan get him a soda, and then he led Marinda outside. She was still
nude, but Ron had cast a "you don't see this" field around the entire house,
so no one in the neighborhood noticed. Ron led her over to his father, and
presented her to him.
"Stand up, Dad." Mike got up off the ground. Ron noticed he was limping
rather badly. "Don't you wish you'd listened to me, now?"
"Yes! Yes, Ron! Please, let me go, and I'll never come back here, I swear!"
"I wish I could believe you. But, if I let you leave like this, I don't
think I can." Mike got a look of terror in his eyes, but Ron just shook his
head. "No, I'm not going to hurt you anymore. But..." Ron reached in and
reorganized a few of his Dad's thoughts, switching his fixation on Sandra to
Marinda.
"I'm going to give you a present, Dad. In return, I want your guarantee that
we will never see you ever again. Move to the other side of the country if
you have to, but if I ever see you again, I will kill you." He wouldn't, but
he wanted his Dad to think he would. He wanted him out of town.
"Okay, sure, Ron. I'll move back home. What's this 'present'?"
"Marinda. She's yours. You can treat her like you were treating Mom. She'll
do what you tell her to." Then Ron threw the phrase he knew would catch him.
"You can 'control' her to your heart's content."
With those words, his father's face took on a serene shine. "Thank you, Ron.
Thank you."
"Now then, I think you'd better go home. Or go to the hospital. Either way,
she needs to get dressed. Now, go away."
Mike had Marinda help him to the car, and they got in, and drove away. Ron
turned to deal with the rest.
Ron moved first to his younger sister, Nicole. She was staring at him,
zombie-like. His control never did this to people. He figured that Marinda
just wasn't very good. She hadn't been very hard to defeat. He almost felt
ashamed of asking for help, but then he remembered that James had removed
her power, and Ron didn't know how to do that. He gently took Nikki's hand,
and led her inside. He sat her down on the couch, and started to probe her
mind. He found all the controls, which were obvious, and not very well
placed, and removed them one by one. In turn, he placed his own controls in
the proper locations to make sure this could never happen again. Nikki would
act the same as she had before: Ron had no need to change her behavior, she
loved him the way she was. When he finished, he prodded her to
consciousness.
"Ron! Am I glad to see you! There was this witch, and Dad was here, and..."
Ron quieted her down with a hug.
"I know, Nik. Everything's okay now. Did you get my note?"
"Yeah. How'd you do that?" He knew curiosity would take her mind off her
problems.
"Don't worry. But, I also saw what you guys were doing that day. I hope you
enjoyed yourselves." Nikki blushed, and Ron gave her a kiss. She was too
exhausted to respond properly, but Ron didn't have time for more anyway.
"Jess!" Jessica hurried into the room. "I want you to take Nikki up to her
room and clean her up. Get her into bed, and let her rest. She is your respo
nsibility until she gets better. Nikki, was Tammy here?"
"Tammy.... Oh, no! Tammy's locked in the garage!"
"Shhhh, shhh. I'll take care of her, Nik. You go with Jess now."
Jess led Nikki upstairs while Ron went to the garage. He unlocked the door,
and there he found Tammy, naked, and shivering. She didn't seem to be under
any control. "Tammy?"
"R-Ron, is that you?"
"Yeah, Tams. C'mon out, everything's okay now." Tammy ran into his arms and
hugged him tightly.
"Ron, I tried, really I tried, but she was too strong, and she locked me in
the garage and-"
"Tammy! It's okay. You couldn't have stopped her anyway. What I don't get is
why she didn't put you under like the rest."
"She tried, but it wouldn't work. I don't know why."
'Bingo. I do. I've been manipulating you since before I even knew it. I'll
bet if I look, I'll find my controls already stuck in your head.... Yep,
sure enough, there they are.'
"Don't worry, Tammy. Nikki is up in her room, Jess is looking after her. Why
don't you go up and help?"
Tammy gave him one final hug, then ran upstairs. Ron went outside to collect
Dawn, and repeated the process he had done with Nikki.
"Ron? How'd you get here? The last thing I remember is a woman waving her
hands at me.... Wait. I seem to recall seeing her flying backwards through
the air... That was you! Ron, how'd you do that?"
"Just something I picked up at CAMP. Don't worry, I've taken care of her,
AND Dad. We won't be seeing either of them again."
"Ron, I love you." She hugged him, and he hugged her back. Gingerly, because
he could see she had suffered from some mistreatment which he hoped she
wouldn't remember.
"I love you too, Dawn. And I'll see to it that nothing like this ever
happens again. Now then, Megan!" Megan came in quickly, ready to serve.
"Dawn, this is Megan. She's going to be living with us from now on. Megan, I
want you to help Dawn up to her room. Clean her up, and get her into bed.
Dawn is your responsibility until she gets better, understood?"
"Yes, Master! I will do my best!" She turned to Dawn, and with genuinely
felt sympathy, she said, "Come on, Dawn, let's go upstairs." Megan's heart
really went out to the girl, and, since this girl was special to the Master,
she would make sure that Dawn was well looked-after.
Ron went back outside for the stranger. As he approached, he realized that
she did indeed look familiar. She was oriental, with long black hair. He
didn't realize who she was until he saw her eyes: the deepest, bluest eyes
he'd ever seen.
"Miko! What the hell are you doing here?" Of course, she didn't answer him.
He took her inside, and erased the evil Marinda's controls. Kumiko
controlled herself, and managed not to embrace Ron in a bearhug.
"Thank you, Ron. It was terrible to be able to see and hear, but not move or
talk."
"Miko, what are you doing here? Forget that, how did you even know who I
was?"
"I didn't. I saw you talking to Dawn. I asked her. She told me who you
were."
"Okay, but why are you here?"
"Because I needed to see you. I need to ask a favor of you."
"What?"
"I have seen that you are in control of all these women. I wish to become
your humble servant as well."
'WHOA! Do I just naturally pick the weird ones? I mean, I've heard the old
cliche about oriental women being eager to please, but this is ridiculous!'
He did a quick sweep of her mind to prove to himself this wasn't his doing,
then he decided he needed to answer his question.
'James, can you hear me?'
'Of course I can, Ron.'
'I have a question....' and Ron went on to explain his question.
'So, you're wondering why this is the second girl who's actually asked to
become your slave, right?'
'Yes, that's right.'
'Well, I did quick scans of everyone there, to make sure they were alright.
I noticed that she had submissive tendencies. You have probably noticed the
same, but ignored them, at least consciously. I can't say for certain, but
probably you are attracted to submissive women. How did you meet her?'
'I was hiding out in the girls' room, and she walked in.'
'And why did you choose her out of all the girls?'
'I don't know.'
'Well, now you do.'
'Yeah, I guess so. Thanks. Bye.'
'Think at ya later, friend.'
"Miko, why do you want to be my servant?"
"I remember the night of the prom. You made me not tell anyone, but I
remember. You were kind then, even though I had no choice, and you could
have been very cruel, you were not. I wish to be away from cruelties. From
the beatings..." As soon as she said that, she wished she could unsay it.
"Who's been beating you?" Ron was almost as angry now as he had been when he
arrived home. To think that anyone would beat this beautiful girl was just
beyond his comprehension.
Just then, Miko's father decided to show up to collect his daughter.
"Miko! You will come with me, Now!" Miko cringed behind Ron, and Ron stood
up between the two.
"Who are you?"
"I am Miko's father."
"So you're the shit that's been beating her."
"How dare you speak to me in that manner...." He found himself flying out
the door he had just come in. "What is this..."
Ron whipped the man around pretty good, until he saw his wife waiting in the
car. "Is that your mother?" Miko shook her head yes. "Has she ever abused
you?" Miko shook her head no. "Very well. Ask her to come over here,
please." Miko went and got her mother, and they both returned to where Ron
was standing.
"Ron, this is my mother, Mrs. Murakami."
"Hello, Ron-" Ron was not in the mood for pleasantries. He set her husband
down next to her, and went charging through both of their heads. He
convinced them to fill out paperwork with their lawyer to turn over custody
of Miko to Ron's mother, and to make up a story about where she was staying.
He sloshed around a few commands to keep him safe, and then sent them on
their way.
"I may stay, then?" Miko was very shy, and Ron found this very attractive.
More so, since he had not instilled her willingness to obey.
"Yes, Miko. You may stay as long as you wish. I will not hurt you. However,
I do wish to look at your bruises. I can tell your hip hurts, because you're
limping slightly."
"It is nothing, Ron, merely a small bruise."
"That may be so. But, the other girls are being attended to, and before I
try to deal with my Mom, I need to know that everyone else is okay, because
she is definitely not. I've got her in a sort of 'suspended animation', so
she can't feel anything right now. That's why I'm taking my time, I know she
isn't suffering. Now, let's go up to my room real quick." Ron led her up the
stairs and into his room. He shut the door for privacy, and turned on a
light. He looked at Miko. She was beautiful. She was an absolute goddess in
Ron's eyes. Maybe it was her personality, maybe it was just that she was
oriental, but Ron loved just looking at her.
"Okay, let's get you undressed, so I can see what I have to deal with." Ron
gently helped her out of her clothes. She had not fared as badly as the
others, since she was not a family member, but she had not escaped Marinda's
attack unscathed. Standing in front of him now, completely nude, Miko bowed
her head.
"Miko, are you ashamed of your body?" She moved her head in a very small
nod. "Well, you shouldn't be. I think you are very pretty. Well, except for
this nasty cut here, and that bruise there." He was teasing, and he got the
smile he was looking for. "That's better. You look 100% better when you're
smiling."
Ron lightly placed his hand on her hip. He could see her wince, but she said
nothing. Ron thought back to his training. He'd read the book on healing,
but almost all of that applied exclusively to his own body. 'Oh, well. When
in doubt, improvise.' Ron simply imagined that her body was really a part of
his own. He could feel now where she hurt. One by one, he eased the pains,
and started her body back to health. When he was done, he opened his eyes,
to see her deep blue eyes looking back at him in wonder, and appreciation.
"You did that?" He nodded. "Thank you." Ron reached over and kissed her
gently. She immediately responded in kind. Ron moved his hand from her hip
to her buttock, and softly pulled her to him. Her firm breasts pressed into
his chest, and his groin rubbed against hers. Her entire body was inviting
him to take her, and he wasn't about to object. They broke the kiss, and he
had her remove his clothes. Now they both stood, naked, and fully aroused.
Ron moved her over to the bed, and laid her down onto it. He had healed the
bruises, but her body was still sore, so he had to be careful. He gently
massaged her shoulders, enjoying the sensuous feel of her skin under his
fingers. He massaged her breasts, heightening her arousal with his touch.
His fingers meandered across her stomach, down to the outside of her legs.
He brushed ever so gently across her hips, so as not to cause pain, and
moved down to her legs. He had always enjoyed giving massages to his family.
Now, he would give them to his extended family. Somehow, he never got quite
as much enjoyment out of getting a massage as he did giving one. Probably
just a strange quirk of his nature. He rubbed her feet, then moved up to
massage her calves. His touches were gentle, his caresses sensuous. Slowly
he moved up her legs, and she parted them to give him access. His hands
stopped just short of her lips, and she moaned in anticipation. Ron leaned
in and gave her a few short licks on her pussy. She was already sopping wet.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, and tongued it. She wriggled in pleasure.
Ron couldn't stand it any longer, he needed to screw this girl. But, that
wasn't right. Miko hadn't been like the others. She was the only one he was
content to go slow with.......
'"Ron, honey..."
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Do you know what 'making love' is?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, it's just sex, right?"
"It's sex, yes, but it's sex with someone you love dearly, and it's gentle
and warm and sensual....'
His mother's words echoed in his head. 'Love? I can't love her, I don't
think I even know what that kind of love is!' But there it was. Ron couldn't
really deny it, he was in love with this girl he'd only met twice, and had
sex with, or was about to, on both occasions.
Ron looked into her eyes, and he saw a warmth he had never known from any
other woman, or girl. She was also wondering why he had stopped.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, Miko. I was just thinking about something." Ron gave her clit another
quick kiss, and then moved up her body. Their lips finally met, and her
tongue urged its way into his mouth. As they kissed, she reached down and
gently guided his tool to her opening. He pressed in gently, and her tunnel
opened up to accept him. They continued to kiss, and they rolled onto their
sides. In this position, they began a slow, easy rhythm. Nobody's arms got
tired, and nobody was getting crushed. It took a little getting used to, but
once he did, Ron loved this position. This was almost an extension of the
massage, except that it was mutual. Ron caressed her bruised back, and she
embraced him. They continued in this way for some time. Finally, Ron broke
it off, and asked her to turn over. He had heard of one other position,
similar to the one they had just been in. A little more difficult, he
entered her from the back. His cock pressed against the front wall of her
pussy this way, allowing for greater friction. He lightly massaged her
breasts, as she pressed back into him, and they rocked back and forth,
enjoying each other's bodies. Gradually, the pace quickened, never reaching
a frenzy, but enough to make the bed squeak. They both came together,
shuddering out their orgasms with quiet moans.
"Thank you, Ron."
"For what?" He wasn't sure what she was thanking him for.
"For letting me stay. For caring for me. For caring for my body..." She
couldn't continue. He pushed himself up on one elbow, and he could see tears
in her eyes. His heart lept to his throat: he didn't want her to be sad.
"Hey, Miko, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay." He kissed away her
tears, and made a silly face. Again, he got the smile he was looking for.
"Now, do you want to help me with Mom, or are you not up to that?"
"No, I will help you. You have already done so much for me." Miko and Ron
got dressed, and headed downstairs.
This was the part Ron was dreading. He knew his mother had taken the brunt
of the attack. Both because she was the ultimate target, and because she
would have tried to defend the family. They stepped into her bedroom, and
Ron almost broke down.
"Oh, God, Mom, I'm sorry..." Miko felt his grief, and rested her hand on his
shoulder to show her support. He rested his hand on hers for a moment, then
straightened up. "Alright, let's get to work. I think we need to clean her
up before I let her feel anything again. Miko, turn on the light please.
Low, so as not to hurt her eyes. " The light just made her look worse, but
Ron had to move past that. Miko, go in the bathroom and wet a washcloth with
warm water. And bring me the first aid kit, it's in there too.
Miko returned with the items to find Ron sitting on the bed holding his
mother's hand, whispering something to her. "Ron? Here are the things you
asked for." Ron took them and thanked her. He started cleaning her bruises,
and her cuts, but he'd never seen a woman bleed from her vagina before. At
least, not in this manner. "I don't know how to fix this."
"Ron? Could you not help her the same way you helped me?"
"I can try, Miko. While I'm doing that, could you see if you can clean her
up down there?" Miko set to work, while Ron rested his hand on his Mom's
arm. It didn't matter where he touched her, just so that he made contact. He
saw the damage, and he healed it as much as was possible. She would be very
uncomfortable for several days, but she would be okay. He didn't have the
energy left to deal with her other wounds, but these were all minor. He and
Miko bandaged them up before he woke her up.
Finally, there was no more point in delaying. Ron hesitated, and Miko
mistook his intent. "I should leave."
"No! I mean, no, Miko. I'm just not sure I can face her, after what I let
happen here. I really need you to help me through this." Miko returned to
his side, and placed her hand on his arm.
"I will stay. So long as you want me, I will stay."
Ron nudged his mother's mind to consciousness. He hadn't yet fixed all of
what Marinda had done. He had removed the majority of her controls, but he
wanted to apologize first, before continuing. She came out of it, slowly,
and the first words out of her mouth wrent his heart in two.
"Oh, God, this hurts." Then she saw them sitting there, and, while she
didn't remember the girl, or recognize her, she did recognize her son.
"Ron." She tried to sit up, but Ron held her down.
"Don't move around, Mom. You're pretty banged up. Oh, geez, Mom, I'm
sorry..." He couldn't even get the rest out. He broke down, and buried his
face in her shoulder.
"It wasn't your fault, Ron. There's nothing you could have done."
"But there WAS! I did fix the problem, Mom, just not in time." His words
were muffled, but she understood him.
"Well, there's no point in fussing over it now. I'm not dead, just bruised.
Bruises heal." She patted her son's head as he calmed down. She looked to
the girl. "Do I know you?"
"I'm Miko, ma'am. I came just before the evil one arrived. I'm afraid I
wasn't of much aid either."
"You're a friend of Ron's?"
Sandra understood the look she saw in the young girl's eyes far better than
Ron. 'Oh, yes, she is a friend of Ron's alright. Well, she looks like a very
nice girl.' Then Miko answered. "Yes, ma'am, I guess I am. Ron has agreed to
allow me to stay with him."
"Hmmm? Oh. I see. You asked to stay?"
"Yes, he is much kinder than my family. He and I met at the dance. He was
very nice to me then. That is why I am here now." Miko was very careful to
leave out any description of what they had done, since she did not know to
what extent his mother had been influenced.
"I see. Did you enjoy his... attentions?" Sandra managed to convey an entire
array of messages with this question. 'I know what you did. I am not upset.
I have been there, too. Welcome to the family.'
Miko blushed, but she murmured, "Yes, ma'am, very much."
Ron finally sat back up and said, "You know, it's not nice to talk about me
like I'm not here."
Miko refocussed her attention fully on Ron. Sandra took note of this and
smiled. Then she said, "Ron, honey. Maybe you could have stopped him, but
the important thing is that you got here before he really hurt someone bad.
Where is he?" She expected him to either say 'dead' or 'in jail'.
"I don't know. I don't care. He won't be coming back here anymore."
"And the woman?"
"She's with Dad. She just has... a few minor modifications to her attitude."
Sandra smiled at that, realizing that she herself had undergone a few of his
'minor modifications'. She had finally understood, while he was gone, that
Ron had somehow been manipulating the whole family. She was sure she should
be upset, but she found it impossible to be angry with him. So, she just
accepted it. Besides, he was a gentle lover, a good kid, smart, and would
probably land a good job when the time came. She felt she could do a lot
worse. Little did she know he'd already landed a job a hell of a lot better
than any she'd imagined.
"Well, I need to go to the restroom. Could one of you help me up?" Ron and
Miko helped her out of bed, and Miko took her to the restroom. Though Ron
had seen his mother's body, there were just some aspects of girl anatomy he
had no interest in, and how they go to the bathroom was one of them.
When his mother was finished, they got her dressed in a robe, so that she
could go see the rest of the family. The living room was a total disaster.
"It looks like a battle took place in here" His mother said.
"One did. The little witch thought she could beat me." replied Ron.
"Are you hurt at all? Did she hit you with anything?" Ron could see his Mom
still didn't quite get it.
"It wasn't a physical battle, Mom. It was a mental battle, and, no, she
didn't manage to hurt me at all. I think you should rest here, Mom. Have a
seat on the couch. I'll get the rest of the family. Miko, would you stay
with her, please, and get her whatever she needs?"
"Yes, Ron." Ron nodded his thanks, and headed upstairs.
Sandra turned to Miko. "Do you love him?"
Miko was not surprised. "Yes, I think I do."
"Well then, welcome to the family. He'll make you happy. He takes good care
of all of us."
"We should make sure to take good care of him. There are many of us, and
only one of him."
"Many? Has he added some I don't know about?"
"Possibly. I am new here."
"Well, we'll take good care of him. After all, we all love him in one way or
another."
Upstairs, Ron went into each room. Nobody was sleeping. He asked each of his
sisters if they felt well enough to come down. They both did, again thanking
him for his help with a hug and a kiss. The whole troop marched downstairs
for a big family meeting. Ron took a look around, and realized for the first
time how big his family had become. There were the originals: Mom, Nikki,
Dawn. Then there was Jess, Megan, Tammy, and Miko. He marveled at how his
family had grown in such a short time.
Both Nikki and Dawn went over and sat beside Sandra. Miko discreetly backed
off, and Ron motioned her to come sit by him.
"It's good to have you back, Ron. I see you've brought a couple new friends.
Well, you called this meeting. Go ahead."
"Thank you, Mom. First off, I want to apologize to all of you. I wish I
could have gotten here sooner, to stop Marinda before she got started."
Everyone acknowledged this in their own way, each in turn forgiving him for
his error. "Further, I want you to know that neither Dad nor Marinda will
ever come bother us again." There was general relief at that announcement.
"Now then... Tammy, when was the last time you went home?"
"Oh, about a week ago." He knew she'd been spending a lot of time over here,
even before he left.
"Well, I guess you're as much a part of the family now as anyone. As you can
see, there are now eight of us. I can't say whether or not there will be
more of us in the future...." Just then, he looked over at Dawn, and noticed
the slight bulge in her stomach. He thought it made her look very sexy. He
smiled at her, and got one in return. "Actually, I guess I can guarantee
there will be at least one more." Everyone laughed. It was just what was
needed to break the mood.
"Ron, where are we all going to sleep?"
"Well, tonight we'll just have to make do, but tomorrow, I'm going to find
us a new place to live."
"We can't afford a new place to live, honey. I'm barely making it as it is."
"Don't worry about that, Mom. I've got a job working for CAMP. You can quit
your job and stay home. My job pays way better than yours."
"Well. I can't argue with that."
"Other business that needs tending to....."
And he carried on with the new orders of business, in the new Chaffey
household.

Part 3: Field Agent Ronald Chaffey

Chapter 1: New Home for the Chaffeys
The next morning, Ron was the first to wake up. However, in trying to get
out of bed, he woke up everyone else. It went something like this: In order
to get out of bed, he had to roll Megan off his one side. This woke her up,
but not before she bumped Jess, who in turn jostled Nikki, who accidentally
elbowed Tammy, who then banged up against Sandra. It was a good thing it was
a king-size bed, but it was still crowded. Not that it had mattered last
night.
The only part that had disturbed Ron, and was still bothering him, was
Miko's absence. He would have to talk to her about that. He also needed to
make plans about a new dwelling. It would take too long to patch up this
house to make it livable. Ron had set up a barrier so that no one could
enter the house, but that was very draining on his system. He woke up almost
as tired as when he'd gone to bed.
He went into the kitchen and got himself some breakfast. Just then his
mother came into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Ron!"
"Hey, Mom. You're awful cheery today. How are you feeling, really?" Ron
studied her face for signs of pain, but didn't see any. He was too wore out
to bother with a scan.
"I'm okay, really, Ron. I'm sore, in a lot of places, but no major pains
anywhere. You did a fine job patching me up. Ron? Can we talk about some
things?"
"Sure, Mom. What do you want to talk about?"
"Well, I've come to understand that somehow you're in control of everything.
I mean, I don't think I could go against your wishes if I wanted to, not
that I've wanted to lately. What's going on?"
Ron wasn't sure how much to tell her, but then he realized that she couldn't
tell anyone anyway, so he decided to lay it all out for her. "Well, Mom,
it's like this. Remember the day I told Dad off?"
"Yes."
"Well, that was the first day I realized I had this neato power. I could
make people do whatever I wanted them to. Ever since then, I've kinda been
controlling the whole household."
"So, your sisters, and me, we've all been 'under your spell'?"
"Well, sort of. It's not quite like a spell, but that's an easy enough
analogy. There's lots of different ways of doing it."
"And camp was about what, really?"
"CAMP was to teach me how to use my abilities to their fullest extent." Ron
was quoting the manual again.
"Okay, now, why am I not angry about all of this?" She felt she ought to be,
but couldn't bring herself to it.
"I'm not entirely sure on all aspects of it, but I think I sort of changed
the way you think, so that you're happy with life as it is."
"Oh. Okay." Ron was surprised to find that she was entirely satisfied with
this answer. "So, I guess you're the man of the house now. What do we do
now? I don't have the money to get the house fixed up, and we can't afford
to move."
"I told you last night, Mom. I've got a job with CAMP, and they pay way
better than your job does. I'll find us a new house today, and we can move
in before school starts."
"So, you will be going back to school?" Sandra queried.
"Oh, yeah. It's very important that I finish my schooling. It's part of my
agreement with CAMP."
"Now, what about all these girls running around?"
Ron could tell his mother had pretty much been out of it last night. He had
covered all of this in the family meeting. He didn't mind going over it
again for Sandra though. "Well, of course, Tammy is Nikki's friend. Megan is
 my.... slave. I picked her up at CAMP. Jessica is also my slave, if you
remember, she was my student at the end of last school year."
"Oh, yes. Now I remember." Ron wondered if there were still some lingering
effects from Marinda. He had cleared out all the commands, but maybe all the
pathways hadn't reasserted themselves yet.
"Anyway, Miko is my.... well, she'll tell you she's my slave, too, but I
prefer to think of her as my girlfriend." Ron wasn't really sure what he
felt about Miko, just that he didn't want to be without her. "Speaking of
Miko, I really need to have a talk with her. Did you want to know anything
else?"
"No, I should really get ready for work now. I'm already late." Sandra
started to get up, but Ron stopped her.
"No, Mom. Call in sick today. I don't want you going out in your condition.
I'm going to call Dr. Brown, and have her come over to look at you later."
"Okay, Ron. I'll just rest here, then." She picked up the phone, and sat
down to make her call.
"I'll be up in my room with Miko if you need anything."
"Alright, honey.... Yes, this is Sandra Chaffey, may I speak..."
Ron headed up to his room. Out of habit, he knocked before entering. Then he
realized how silly that was, given it was his bedroom. He quietly opened the
door, and walked in.
Miko was sleeping soundly curled up on Ron's bed. She made quiet little
snore noises that Ron found absolutely adorable. He sat down in the chair
beside his bed, and just stared at her for a while. She was wearing one of
Dawn's nightshirts, but he could clearly remember the body beneath from last
night. He watched her chest rise and fall with her breath. Her face looked
angelic in the peaceful rest of sleep. He hesitated to wake her, but knew
the rest of the family would be up very shortly, and would disturb her rest
anyway. He reached his hand out toward her shoulder, but when he got about
six inches from her, she awoke, and reflexively jumped away from him. She
did not retreat farther after she realized who it was, but she was still
trembling.
Ron felt a load of anger boil up in him again at the thought of what she
must have gone through to put that kind of terror into her. He forced it
back down, knowing it did no good, and might frighten Miko even further.
"Miko? Are you okay?" Ron was very concerned that the girl was emotionally
quite fragile.
"Yes, Master Ron. I am sorry I moved away from you. I am ready to be
punished."
'Punished? For that? I don't think so!' Ron moved over and sat on the edge
of the bed. Miko was still quaking. Ron reached over and rested his hand on
her arm. "Miko, I am not going to punish you for something you couldn't
control anyway. You don't need to be afraid of me, I'm not going to hurt
you. I just wanted to talk to you, if you feel up to it."
Miko settled some at Ron's words, and she made a great effort to compose
herself. And succeeded, for the most part. "Yes, Master. What would you like
to talk about?"
"Well, for starters, I was curious as to why you didn't join us last night
when we went to bed."
"That was a family gathering, Master. I am not a member of the family."
"Miko, you are as much a member of the family as Megan, or Tammy, or Jess
is. You are now a member of my family. You will be treated just like all of
the others here. I will protect you just like I protect them. Do you
understand?"
Miko nodded meekly. Ron tried to hug her, but she was so curled up, he
couldn't really get his arms around her. "Miko, would you please stand up?"
She did as requested, but kept her face to the floor. "Is there something
wrong?"
She mumbled something, but Ron couldn't make it out. He wasn't even sure it
was English. "Excuse me? What?"
"I am not worthy of your protection, Master. I have displeased you. You may
send me away now."
'This girl has some serious problems in her head. I could easily remove
those memories.... No. Not unless she agrees to it.'
"Miko, I am 'not' unhappy with you. You have not 'displeased' me at all. I
am not angry, upset, or even mildly annoyed. I am happy that you have
decided to stay."
"Then why do you still call me Miko?"
"Huh?" Ron was totally lost now.
"If you are my Master, and I am your servant, why do you not use my proper
name?"
"Well, you told me to call you Miko...."
"Master, I said my friends call me Miko. It is not proper for you to demean
yourself in that manner."
"I don't understand. What should I call you, then?"
"It is appropriate that you refer to your possession by her proper name,
Kumiko."
"Is this what has been troubling you?"
"It is one thing, yes, Master."
"Well, Kumiko, I'm sorry I worried you. I wasn't aware that I should have
been using your full name. What else is bothering you?"
"I am not worthy to serve the Master."
"Kumiko, you are as worthy as anyone else who lives here, except me, of
course." Ron added that only because he knew it was what she expected him to
say. He was starting to catch on, but he'd need to read up on Japanese
customs if he was going to keep up with this girl.
"You are truly satisfied with me, Master?" She desperately needed to believe
that he accepted her.
"Kumiko, I am more than satisfied with you. I am overjoyed with you. Now
then, how are you really feeling this morning? I mean, do you hurt
anywhere?"
"No, Master. I am sore where I had the bruises, but you have taken care of
me well. Thank you again." She bowed, very formally, low enough that he
could actually see the back of her neck.
'This is going to take some getting used to.' He could have ordered her not
to do it, but he decided he kind of liked it. He wouldn't want to have all
the women going around bowing like that, but for one, it was kind of cool.
"Kumiko, please stand still." She did so, and Ron did a quick, but gentle,
inspection of her body and its' many bruises. The hip still seemed to be
tender. He stood behind her to inspect her legs, and as he rose from his
crouch, he embraced her from behind. It was gentle, as everything he did
with Kumiko was gentle. He hugged her to him, in a way that stated beyond
any doubt that he thought of her as 'his', to be protected, cared for, and
loved. Tears formed in her eyes, but she said nothing. Ron noticed them, but
realized these were not tears of sadness, but joy. He also knew this was not
a time for talking. He held her, rocking very slightly back and forth, for a
long time. She was somewhat shorter than Ron, so she leaned her head back
against his shoulder, with a small, peaceful smile of contentment on her
face.
Eventually, the real world had to intrude on their Paradise. Ron heard the
commotion downstairs. It was just the normal noise of six people sitting at
a table yakking, but it was enough to destroy the mood. "Are you ready to
have breakfast yet, Kumiko?"
"Yes, Master. But, what shall I wear?"
He was tempted to say, "Nothing", but he realized the house presently had no
front door. "Stay here a moment." He walked to Dawn's room, and looked in
her closet. He found something he'd forgotten she had. One year, his sister
had been in a play as a Japanese lady. She'd had to wear a wig, since most
Japanese are not blonde, but she had done well. The kimono she had used as a
costume was hanging in the closet. Ron immediately thought that this was
appropriate dress for Kumiko. She would, of course, agree, since it was her
Master's opinion. He returned to his room.
"Here, you can wear this. It should fit you."
"Oh, Master! It is beautiful. Thank you very much." She put it on, and it
was an almost perfect fit. It covered her body fully, but Ron's imagination
still filled in the hidden details.
"Okay, let's go to breakfast!" They headed downstairs to the kitchen. The
talking stopped as they entered, and everyone saw Kumiko. Her hair was a
mess, and what makeup she had been wearing had smeared, but she was still
beautiful.
"Well, Good Morning!" piped Megan. "Glad to see you're up and about."
"Thank you." replied Kumiko, in an almost-whisper. "May I sit down?"
"Of course, Miko. You're a member of the family now. Do what you want, so
long as Ron thinks it's okay." Dawn's reply was perfect: it stated the
position of the entire family, and then included Kumiko in that group.
Everyone was treating her like just another member of the family. Ron was
pleased.
After breakfast, Ron needed to deal with a new home. He thought he knew how
to get one.
"Hello, Mr. Simmons' office."
"Hello. This is Ronald Chaffey. I need to speak with Mr. Simmons, please."
"Look, son, Mr. Simmons is a very busy man-"
"Just ask him if he'll take the call." Ron was in no mood to deal with a
whiney-ass secretary.
"Hold, Please." Ron listened to some Muzak for about ten seconds.
"Ron! Hey, buddy, what can I do for you?"
"Mr. Simmons-"
"Bill, remember?"
"Okay, Bill. I need a little help, and I have a proposition for you. Can we
meet for lunch or something? I'd rather not discuss it on the phone." He
wasn't worried about security, but he still wasn't sure of his long-distance
controls, and he thought he might need to adjust Bill somewhat, though he
didn't think so.
"Alright. I'll pick you up at noon, maybe ten after. We'll go to The
Remington. Should I bring a briefcase, or anything?"
"No, I don't think you'll need it for this."
"Alrighty, then. I'll see you 'round noon."
The Remington was a very upscale place. Ron had put on the best clothes he
had for this meeting. He felt wholly uncomfortable, but he knew that
business was always conducted in as uncomfortable an outfit as you could
manage. He never understood why, that's just the way it was.
They made idle chat until the main course arrived, then Bill settled down to
get the meat of the discussion out in the open. "So, Ron. You say you've got
a proposition? Anything I can do to help my buddy. Shoot."
"Well," Ron started, "you know what I did for your wife, right?"
"Oh, yes! I'd like to thank you again for that. It has been absolutely
wonderful the last eight weeks."
"Good, I'm glad to hear it. Here's my problem: My family needs a new home."
In response to the look on Bill's face, Ron hastened to add, "Don't worry,
I'm not asking you to provide one. But, I'm sure you have contacts to people
who could get us into a home pretty cheap, don't you?"
"Well, yeah, Ron, I do. But, I mean, I don't have the kind of clout to pull
that kind of favor out of thin air. I mean, they'd basically be tossing
money away."
"Do any of these people you know happen to have wives?"
"Of course they do....." And the light started to dawn.
"Well, you were willing to pay me almost anything to keep your wife the way
she is. My family needs a new home. We need one quickly. If one of your
friends might be willing to trade my service for a really good deal on a
large home, I'd be very grateful."
"How big of a home do you need, Ron?"
"As big as I can get. There are eight of us right now, but there'll be nine
of us in about seven months. I don't know what the number will end up
being."
"Okay. I know of a couple of really large houses out in the country that
aren't selling. I think I can talk one of my friends into selling it to you,
maybe even in trade. His wife is a real, pardon me, bitch. She's always
nagging on him. He married her for her looks, before he realized what a
shrew she was. She married him for the money. If you could tame her, he
might even give you the damned house!"
"That sounds real good. Can you call him after lunch, and see if he'd be
okay with that?"
"Sure, but, Ron? He's not gonna believe it."
"Tell him he'll have his results before he gives us the house."
"Great, but that'll take a couple days, won't it?"
"Your wife took about half an hour."
"Really? Shit! I didn't realize it was that fast. Wait. How's he gonna get
his wife to go see an, excuse me, thirteen year-old kid?"
"Hmmm. Well, what's she into? I mean, what're her hobbies?"
"Mainly, money. She likes art, though."
"That works. Tell her that I have some artwork she really should see. It's
worth lots more than I'm selling it for, and like that."
"Do you actually have any?"
"No, but that's not important. All I need is to get within a few feet of
her."
"Okay! I'll drop you off home, and then I'll go see what I can do. Hey, Ron?
Are you looking to maybe make a business out of this?"
"You think it would sell? We'd have to keep it real quiet."
"Oh, it'll sell alright!"
"Tell you what, other than this deal, which we'll call payback for your
wife, anyone you find, you send my way, and I'll give you part of whatever I
make."
"That sounds cool to me. Like a 'finder's fee'."
"Yeah. Like that."
The rest of lunch was more chit-chat, and then Bill dropped Ron off home.
Ron spent some time cleaning things up, getting them ready to be packed.
When the phone rang, Kumiko answered it.
"Hello, Ron Chaffey's residence....May I ask who's calling, sir?....Wait a
moment, please." She set the phone down, and turned to Ron. "Master? It is
someone named Bill. Do you wish to take the call?"
"Yes, Kumiko, and very nice way to answer the phone, too." Kumiko beamed,
and handed Ron the phone. He reached over and squeezed her ass gently by way
of a thank-you.
"Bill? Ron here."
"Who, may I ask, was that?"
"Oh, that was just Kumiko. She's a.... permanent house guest."
"I see. Is she as pretty as she sounds?"
"More so. Anyway, what's up?"
"Well, Mr. Tannon will be dropping by with his wife later this evening, if
that's okay with you. He has a three story, 10 bedroom house in the country
with an attic and a basement, swimming pool, and 6 acres of land. He says if
you can make his wife shut up, you can have the place free and clear. He's
willing to eat the loss to get his wife to stop nagging."
"Sounds good to me. But, Bill? Remember that I said some strange things
happened with your wife?"
"Yeah, so?"
"I need to be alone with her. I don't want anyone to see what I'm actually
doing. It would probably just freak them out, anyway."
"Okay, I'll pass that along. How 'bout he just drops her off, then comes
back later?"
"Let's do this. Drop her off at say, seven. I'll call him when I'm done. I
don't know exactly how long it will take, it's different for each person."
He was temporizing now. If she was really pretty, he would probably want to
have some fun with her, and there was no telling how long that would take.
"Works fine for me. I'll give you his number. It's 555-4891. That way,
whenever you're done... doing whatever, you can call him. I'll have him drop
her by around sevenish."
"Okay, thanks a lot, Bill. Talk to you later. Bye." Ron hung up, and made
his plans for the evening.
Ron spent his afternoon at the library, looking up some books on Japanese
culture, the better to understand his new follower, Kumiko. She was
certainly beautiful, and very devoted, but she was also slightly odd. Of
course, this may have been one of the things that attracted Ron to her. He
could easily live with her eccentricities. She was becoming his favorite,
probably because she had never, from the beginning, ever questioned him on
anything, except whether or not she was acceptable. After a couple of hours
poking around books about Japanese society, and locating a couple of items
on the Japanese language, Ron headed home to prepare for his guest.
He had everything set up in the den. The den was a seldom-used room in the
house, mainly because, for some reason, no one had ever bothered to install
heating or air conditioning into the room. Ron didn't figure it would matter
all that much for the evening. Since it was rather warm, it might even be an
asset.
The car dropped the woman off promptly at 7:00. Ron watched her come up the
walk, and his prick hardened almost instantly. This lady might be a bitch,
but she was also gorgeous! he was beginning to learn that lots of pretty
women were bitches. 'Too bad. Of course, they're not bitches around me.' He
drew himself up, and presented himself to her. "Hello, Mrs. Tannon. My name
is Ronald Chaffey." He used his full name to sound important. "Please excuse
the mess, we are... having some remodeling done, and it's in the early
stages." This sounded plausible, but he figured she'd see right through it.
More or less, she ignored it. "Where is the painting?"
'Geez, she is a tight-assed bitch, ain't she.' "Right this way, ma'am." Ron
led her back to the den. He had already instructed the entire family to stay
out of the way for the evening. This was work, and he didn't want anything
to interfere with how he performed his job.
They entered the room. What Callie Tannon saw was an easel, with something
on it, covered in a black cloth. A traditional way to present artwork, it
was also a complete fabrication. There was nothing there, Ron had formed an
illusion for her to see. Mrs. Tannon walked over to remove the cloth, no
preliminary niceties at all. Of course, when she got there, Ron vanished the
painting into thin air. The lady spun on her heel to face the boy.
"What is going on here?" She was more angry than frightened. Well, she had
no reason to be afraid of a thirteen year-old boy.
"Sit down, Mrs. Tannon." Callie Tannon moved slowly over to the couch, and,
like a rusted machine, slowly sank to the couch. She was fighting it every
step of the way, but Ron knew what he was doing by now.
"What are you doing to me?"
"Just making you more pleasant, that's all. Now, no more talking." Talking
interfered with his concentration, and he wanted to get this job right. The
house sounded like a very nice place, and so Ron didn't want to screw this
up.
For the next twenty minutes, Ron fiddled with Callie Tannon's mind. Removing
thoughts here, re-organizing ideas there, he turned her into the perfect
wife. With one, glaring exception. She would be entirely faithful to her
husband, unless Ron wanted her. He installed in her brain an ultimate
override command. She would obey him above all others. Ron thought this
might be useful at a later date.
When she finally started to come out of her "sleep", Ron handed her a soda.
"Drink up, you're probably thirsty." He knew he was, he'd already drank an
entire can of Pepsi. Callie drank her soda carefully, taking small sips
until it was all gone.
"Why am I here?" She asked.
"To have a little fun, that's all." Ron replied. He took her glass from her.
"Please stand up, and put your arms at your sides." Ron admired the
statuesque figure before him. She was 5'10" tall, beautiful, flowing blonde
hair that reached below her shoulders, exquisite, green eyes set in a
cultured face, with high cheekbones and a perfect nose. Her outfit
accentuated a wonderful pair of tits. Her 4" heels highlighted her long
legs, and showed them off to good measure. Her dress stopped just above her
knee, and so covered all the parts of her that Ron really wanted to see. He
hadn't had sex all day, and that was a long time for him as of late.
"Just relax. We're going to have some fun."
"Okay. Whatever you say." Ron told her to raise her arms above her head,
which she did. This forced her breasts to move up even further, and accented
them wonderfully. The dress she was wearing was tight, and he didn't want to
ruin it. He used a little telekinesis to gently swish it over her head and
off her body. What he found underneath was, nothing. No clothing, that is.
She was now completely nude. She had worn neither bra, which he'd expected
given her dress, nor panties, which surprised him. He examined the heavenly
form before him. Her nipples were standing erect, either from the sudden
air, or arousal. Her body took on a very light sheen of sweat, certainly
from the heat of the moment.
"Spread your legs for me." This she did, without hesitation, Ron noted. He
reached out with his mind, and brushed across her chest. Her entire body
shivered, and she let out a low moan. Ron did it again, only across her
abdomen. Again, a shiver and a moan. Now, Ron brushed across her pussy lips
and her clit, with just the tenderest of touches. Her body jerked, and she
let loose a loud, guttural moan of want and need.
"What do you want from me, Callie?" Ron loved teasing his subjects.
"I want you inside me, Ron. I want you to fuck me silly." Exactly as he had
programmed her, when aroused, she became a complete slut, for either him or
her husband, but no one else.
Ron walked over to her, and caressed her ass with his hand. It was firm and
well toned. 'She must work out a lot.' Ron ran his hand around her hip,
until he was facing her in front. Given both her present position, and her
height, Ron was staring right above her tits. He pulled one of her breasts
into his mouth and sucked on them. She pressed herself into him, trying to
rub her body up against his. Ron switched breasts, and continued the
wonderful torture. Callie was writhing in ecstasy now. Ron reformed his
extension, and brushed it against her pussy some more. Her writhing and
moaning increased. Ron kept this up, moving faster and sucking harder until
finally she hit her edge. With an ear-shattering scream, she came,
shuddering and bucking. If it hadn't been for Ron's telekinesis, she would
have collapsed on the floor. But, Ron wasn't finished yet, so he couldn't
let her go just now.
Ron moved over to the couch, pulled off his clothes, and sat down. "Come on
over, Callie." Callie Tannon glided swiftly over to him. "Kneel... Now, suck
my cock."
Callie Tannon, bitchy housewife, one who never did anything so disgusting as
suck a man's cock before tonight, now gladly did as ordered. She took Ron's
tool in hand, and began slathering it with kisses. She worked her way all
the way down to his balls. She took them into her mouth, one at a time, and
sucked on them gently. Ron's cock grew to it's full hardness, and then she
took it into her mouth. At first, she just took the head, lashing it with
her tongue, and sucking on it hard enough to vacuum the cum right out of it.
Eventually, she started taking more and more of it into her mouth, pumping
with her hand what was left. She kept this up, sucking, and pumping, and
licking, until Ron couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her head and
held it in place. He poured his come down her throat, and she swallowed
every drop.
When he was done cumming, she continued her blowjob, to make sure he was
fully hard for the next round. When she had him fully erect, Ron had her
stand up. Ron moved over to a chair, better suited for what he had in mind.
"Come sit on my cock, facing me." He hadn't tried this with a person facing
him yet. She strode over, and slowly lowered herself onto his cock. She let
out a low hiss as his rod impaled her body. When she finally had him fully
inside her, he had her stop. Now, Ron formed his extension again. He formed
it into a thin penis, and moved it into her asshole. She tensed, then, as it
pushed in, she started wiggling in his lap.
"Oh, yesssssss! That feels soooooo goood!" She purred into his ear. Once he
had the extension fully into her, he locked it into place. Now, as she began
to ride up and down on his cock, the extension would move in and out of her
just as his cock did. She tried to start slow, but her body betrayed her.
She was simply too stimulated to be patient. She started bucking in his lap.
Ron had all he could do to hold onto her. He applied some extra telekinetic
energy to the situation, and floated them both up in the air. This
eliminated the worry that they would fall off the chair. He simulated a
chair under him, to keep the position right. Meanwhile, Callie's pace was
increasing. her tits were flouncing up and down in a very attractive manner,
and Ron grabbed one into his mouth and started sucking on it again. This
drove Callie wild, and caused her to move even faster, if that was possible.
Finally, with a pinch and a nip to each nipple, Ron brought her over the
edge. She shuddered, then froze in an ultimate spasm of ecstasy. Then, she
went limp.
Unfortunately, Ron had, again, not come with his partner. Then, he saw Megan
standing at the door.
"Is there a problem, Megan?"
"No, sir. I heard the noise, I wanted to make sure everything was alright.
I'm sorry to interrupt."
"Don't worry about it. Just get out of those clothes and get over here!" Ron
needed relief, and Megan's entry was certainly fortuitous. He wondered if he
had anything to do with it, but didn't really care.
Megan fairly tore off her clothes, popping buttons off of her shirt to get
it off. Her breasts burst free, and Ron grabbed for them. He had lowered
Mrs. Tannon to the ground, but he was still floating. He raised Megan up off
the floor, and yanked her pants down and off, letting them fall to the
floor. She wasn't wearing panties, as instructed by her Master. He briefly
paused at her pussy to drink in some of her juices, but it was her ass he
was after.
Megan's ass was the tightest hole in the entire house. He spun her around
and pressed in. This would have been extraordinarily painful for Megan, but
Ron had learned how to use his healing powers in other ways. When he touched
Megan, he both loosened her anus, and lubed her rectum from the inside. He
pressed into her at almost full speed. Megan let forth a grunt, but showed
no signs of pain. Ron was really beyond caring anyway. He pumped into her
furiously. He reached around, and, with one hand fondled a tit, while the
other hand rubbed her pussy. 'Floating in air makes this stuff so easy. No
worrying about falling, or painful positions. It's so COOL!'
Ron kept up his maddening pace for only a couple minutes. He came in what
felt like buckets into Megan's ass. Just as he came, she reached her own
orgasm from his manual stimulation. Again the den was filled with moans and
wails of pure joy and pleasure.
Ron brought them both down to rest on the couch. Ron's cock softened, and
withdrew from Megan's ass. She turned, and embraced Ron. They kissed,
deeply, sensuously, their tongues fighting a delicious battle in each
other's mouths. She broke the kiss finally, and just lay her head on his
shoulder, resting.
"You did good, Megan. Very good." It was exactly what she needed to hear, as
his sex slave, it was what she craved: to know he was happy with her
performance.
After a few minutes, Mrs. Tannon began to wake up. Ron thought about moving
Megan, but he was enjoying her where she was, so he didn't.
"Wow! That was wonderful! Ron, baby, you're fantastic!" Callie gushed over
him.
"Mrs. Tannon, I think you'll find that your husband is just as good." It
didn't really matter whether his technique was as good as Ron's or not. It
was programmed into her that she would like them both equally well. "Would
you hand me the phone, please, Callie?"
"Certainly." She handed over the phone. Ron dialed the number Bill had given
him.
"Mr. Tannon? Yes sir, this is Ron. Yes, sir. You can come get your wife now.
No, she didn't want the painting, but I think she'll have a surprise for you
when you get home, anyway. Yes sir. See you soon." Ron hung up the phone and
handed it back to Callie. "You should get dressed now." Megan started to get
up, but Ron held her in place. "Not you. You stay put." Megan lay back down,
with a huge, serene smile on her face.
Eventually, Ron did have to let Megan up, so he could get dressed to greet
Mr. Tannon.
"Hello, Ron! It's nice to finally meet you."
"Hello, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you, too."
"So, how went the experiment?"
"It wasn't an experiment, sir. And it went perfectly, as I thought it
would." Callie was off in the restroom, fixing her hair or somesuch
bullshit. "So, sir, when you confirm that your wife has indeed been
changed..."
"The papers are already drawn up, my young friend. Bill trusts you, so I
trust you. But, how do you know you can trust me? I mean, I could take my
wife and run."
"No, you couldn't. First off, there's nowhere you could go I can't find you.
And second, once I found you, I can make her worse than she was before."
"Oh, Dear Lord, don't do that! Very well. If you want to move your family
into the house tonight, it's fine with me. The electric and water are still
on. We can handle the paperwork tomorrow."
"Thank you sir. We'll need a key..." Mr. Tannon provided two. "Thanks again.
We'll move in tonight. We're sort of missing a front door here."
"So I'd noticed. What happened?"
"Just a minor battle, that's all. You have a good night, sir."
Callie Tannon was hanging off of his arm now, which was something she never
did before. Mr. Tannon gave Ron a big grin. "Oh, I think I'm gonna. Good
night, young man." And with that, the Tannons left.
Sandra came up and gave Ron a hug just then. "Well, hon, you said you'd find
us a house today..." She left the question hang.
"Here's the keys, Mom. " Mr. Tannon had also provided explicit directions
with the keys. "Let's get some stuff together and go over there for the
night."
"Okay, Ron. I'll call the girls together."

Chapter 2: New Year, New School, New Strategy
The home was a dream. With ten bedrooms, each person could have their own,
though Nikki and Tammy chose to sleep in the same room, as did Megan and
Jess. Not that they had any kind of relationship, but they saw themselves as
servants of Ron, and he had programmed them specifically to work with each
other.
Ron took the Master Suite, and his Mom took the room next to it. The house
was beautifully furnished, if somewhat too elegant for Ron's tastes. He'd
fix that later. For now, what he wanted was just to settle in.
Over the next few days, the Chaffey family removed the items from their old
home into their new, luxurious mansion. By the time the move was complete,
it was time for school to start back up. School, unfortunately, started on
Ron's fourteenth birthday. 'What a birthday present.' Ron didn't like school
all that much, though he liked learning. 'Then again, I can probably make
this year lots of fun.' He was entering the same high school as his sister,
which was a four-year school, unlike some parts of the country.
On Ron's first day of school, his main objective was finding Targets. He had
basically given up Mrs. Hayes, since he wouldn't see her much anymore.
Though, he could still use her, since the junior high wasn't very far from
the high school. Actually, he turned out to be incorrect, as he found upon
entering his American History class. He sat down just as he noticed a very
familiar face.
"Good morning, class. My name is Mrs. Hayes. Your teacher, Mr. Baker, has
been promoted to administration, and so I'll be your teacher this year." She
looked over at Ron and gave a smile. 'Well, this is going to be a fun
class!'
Ron had spotted other potential targets throughout the day. He saw a couple
of the cheerleading squad he recognized from junior high. They had always
scorned him before. Now he saw them in a new light. He could have them
whenever he wanted them. Ron was thinking along these lines when someone
shoved him from behind.
"What you lookin' at, Chaffey?" It was Dale. Apparently, he'd finally gotten
out of 9th grade, and made it into 10th, which made him a bigshot on campus,
Ron guessed, instead of the pipsqueak he'd been before. That's why he'd
always picked on junior high kids, because everyone at the high school knew
he was a joke. "That's my girl you were ogling there." Ron didn't think so,
but didn't bother saying it. He was trying to decide how best to deal with
Dale, and one word came to mind. 'Violently.'
"Fuck off, Dale." He knew he had the power to back this phrase up now.
"Ooh, big words, little man." With that, Dale took a swing at Ron. Ron was
fast enough to duck out of the way. Now, he had to make the next part look
good. He formed his telekinetic extension, and timed it precisely with his
fist. He connected soundly on Dale's jaw. The punch alone would have done
very little, but getting hit with Ron's extension was like getting hit by a
small freight train. Dale staggered back, and fell to the ground. The rest
of the group gaped at Ron, and then took off running.
"Cowards!" Dale screamed. "You got lucky, you little shit. Now I'm gonna
pound ya!" Ron looked around. Nobody was looking their way.
"Dale, stop." Dale froze in place. Ron pointed to a large elm standing in
the school yard. "I want you to run as fast as you possibly can, headlong
into that tree. Do not slow down, do not stop until you hit the tree. Then,
if you're still conscious," which Ron doubted he would be, "I want you to
get up and do it again, until you can't get up anymore. Then, when you wake
up, you will remember my order, but you won't be able to tell anyone what
happened. You'll just tell them you snapped. You've got some loose wiring in
your head, or whatever. Now, go."
With that, Dale started barreling toward the tree. It was a good fifty yards
away, and Dale had a full head of steam up when he connected. Ron had long
since stopped watching. He didn't much care for the sight of blood. What he
wanted was for Dale to be utterly terrified of him. Word would get around.
"Leave Ron alone, man, he's scary." That's the reputation he wanted. He
didn't want to be popular, or well-liked. He didn't really give a shit about
becoming Student Body President or such crap. He really just wanted to be
left alone, and the easiest way to accomplish that was if everyone was
afraid of him. He heard the 'smack!' as Dale met the elm tree, but he didn't
look. Ron headed to his next class, thinking already about Geometry.
His last class of the day was a tutoring position in a remedial math class.
He walked into class and heard someone saying "Did you hear what happened to
Dale?"
"No, what?"
"He ran into the old elm tree, full force!"
"Is he okay? What happened?"
"Nobody knows. They took him to the hospital, they think he just snapped.
Must've blown a gasket."
Ron just smiled, and walked to the front of the class. There he found a note
for him:
Ron:
I'll be late for class. Try to get them settled down. Introduce yourself,
and start with review, if you can get them to listen to you. Sorry to put
you through this, it couldn't be avoided.
Thanks,
Ms. Ford
'Wonderful. Just fucking wonderful. Well, let's see: Do I do this the easy
way, or the normal way? The normal way won't accomplish much. The easy way
will make the teacher think I'm a miracle worker. I like the easy way.' Ron
smiled to himself, and formed his command. He broadcast it to the entire
room. It was an obedience layer, so that they would do what he told them to.
The bell hadn't rung yet, so he let them yak still. He observed the class as
he did so. 'There are a couple of really fine bodies in this class. I wonder
if they might need some 'personalized service'?'
Just then the bell rung, and, though everyone was now in their seats, they
hadn't settled down yet.
"Okay, everybody, let's chill out, okay?" He started out polite, as he was
raised. This had little effect other than a few snide remarks from the
upperclassmen in the room. Ron figured it was time to exert some power.
"Sit down, Shut up, and Listen Good!" The room dropped dead silent. Everyone
faced forward, being very attentive. "That's better. Hello, my name is Ron
Chaffey. I am, obviously, not your teacher. Ms. Ford will be here at some
point during the period. She asked me to handle things until she got here. I
am here as a math tutor. I understand that most of you are studying basic
arithmetic, and as high as pre-algebra. I am presently taking Geometry and
Algebra II. I am an Honors student, and my job is to help you any way I can
so that you can learn this stuff which I'm sure all of you hate, otherwise
you probably wouldn't be here. Are there any questions?"
One girl raised her hand, unsure whether to speak in front of everyone. Ron
acknowledged her. "I want to learn this stuff, but I'm just not getting it.
My teachers say I should have a tutor for this. Can you recommend someone?"
Now, the questioner just happened to be one of the girls Ron had noticed
earlier. She was about Ron's height, slender, with nice tits and curly
blonde hair. She had brown eyes set in an open face. Her body was just
spectacular.
"Yes, I can recommend someone. Me. In addition to tutoring here, I have
always provided private tutoring at my home for those students who really
need it." He saw no reason to change his policy now, though the money he'd
make now sure wouldn't mean much. He'd probably only be taking female
students, now. "If your parents feel you need a tutor, have them give me a
call." He wrote his new phone number on the board. "If I'm not home, someone
will be there, just leave a message."
"Now then, Ms. Ford would like us to do a sort of review, to see where each
of you stands...."
About halfway through the class, A young woman walked into the room. She was
mildly attractive, about 5'4" tall, dark brown hair, nice tits, and an
all-around nice figure. Ron was leaning over, helping a guy with a
multiplication of fractions problem. She waited until he was finished. When
he saw her, he straightened up.
"You must be Ms. Ford."
"Yes, I am. You're Ronald?"
"Ron, ma'am. Yes, that's me."
"You've done an incredible job here. I didn't think you'd be able to get
them to listen to you."
Ron looked around at the students. They were all looking at him, waiting for
his answer. "Well, basically they're good kids, Ms. Ford. I just had to get
their attention, that's all."
"Well, I must say that I am impressed. Is that your phone number on the
board?"
"Yes, ma'am. I wrote it there in case anyone needed private tutoring. I do
that, too."
"Well, class, it seems like you have two teachers this year. Lucky you. And
lucky me." She smiled at Ron, in kind of a strange way. 'Yep, it's gonna be
a fun year.'
School was going along just fine. It had been a couple of weeks since school
started. He hadn't started tutoring yet, since it was his policy to wait and
see where the student's real problems were. He was moving slowly, not out of
caution, but simply because he knew he had time.
Dale was assiduously avoiding him since he had returned to school, and
already word was spreading, "Don't mess with Ron." 'Good, maybe now I won't
have to worry about those clowns anymore.'

It was the middle of gym class, when the call came in.
"Chaffey! Phone call for you, at the office!" The gym instructor bellowed.
"Yes, sir!" He headed on down to the office, where he saw Mrs. Wimberly, a
pleasant older lady, who liked almost everyone, and saw that returned. "Hi,
Mrs. Wimberly. Coach Russell said I had a call?"
"Yes, Ron. It's on line 3. Don't be too long, now."
"No, ma'am. Hello?"
"Ron?"
"Hey, James! What's up?"
"We've got, or should I say You've got trouble."
"What?"
Well, it turned out that Gillian Anderson's new series, "Tales of the
Unkown" was being filmed in the local area. It also seemed that a rogue
psionic had taken over the set. One stage hand had already been sent to the
hospital.
"I thought we didn't get involved in this stuff, James."
"CAMP members would be more discreet. This guy turned down our membership.
We judge them rather more harshly than we judge ourselves. Besides, this
guy's hurting people for no real reason. Non-entities or not, they deserve
some protection. Get on it, immediately."
"Understood. I'll leave now." Ron hung up, and turned to Mrs. Wimberly.
"Ma'am, there's an emergency at home. I have to leave now."
"You know I can't let you go, Ron. You have to talk to Mr. Whitehead." She
called him out into the office.
"What is it, Mr. Chaffey?"
Ron exerted some powers, to get his way, and got the hell out of there. Then
he wondered, 'How in the world do I get there?' Then he remembered his
comment at CAMP: '"Why don't you just make yourselves invisible? It's got to
be faster than driving."'
'Of course! I'll fly there!' Ron concentrated a little, and turned himself
invisible. Next, he floated himself up into the air. This was a new
sensation, Ron hadn't really done much flying before.
Ron set off for the woods near town, where they were presently filming.
Despite a few minor mishaps and one almost-catastrophe involving a large
moving vehicle, Ron made it there in record time. He set himself down in the
woods, so no one would see him appear. Then, he walked out into plain sight,
to see the carnage.
Gillian Anderson was tied to a stake, completely nude. The sight was not
unattractive to Ron. Her body shone with a light layer of sweat. Next to her
were two other women, whose names Ron didn't know. Ron decided it would be
best to leave them tied up for now, figuring the psionic wouldn't bother
them if he didn't think them a threat.
He found the psionic tossing the director against a wall. Ron knew the force
of the blow could kill the guy. He projected a nice soft cushion against the
wall, so the director just slumped to the ground.
"Who are you!" The other psionic screamed.
"Field Agent Ron Chaffey, who are you?"
"I am Penndragon, mighty psionic!"
"We'll see about that." Ron raised his barriers, and got ready for a tough
fight.
Penndragon formed a wall of energy and threw it at Ron. It flowed right
around Ron, as if he weren't even there. Ron plunged a mental attack back at
him, but he managed to deflect it with another attack of his own. As James
had warned him, even someone who hasn't learned the mental defenses can
defend themselves. If they can attack often enough, hard enough, your
attacks never get through.
Ron formed his extension into a bird. This was something he hadn't tried
before, but he was confident enough in his shield to try some new things. He
detached his extension from his body, and sent it off. Penndragon, also a
psionic, saw this, and followed it with his eyes. Ron swooped it around
behind Penndragon, who foolishly turned to watch. At that point, Ron slammed
a mental control into Penndragon's head. The man had no time to block, no
time to fight. He was thrown to his knees, quivering in pain. Ron knew the
pain would last until he stopped it.
Now, Ron turned his attention to the women tied up. They had all seen the
battle, so there wasn't much point in trying to hide his ability from them,
he'd simply have to keep them from talking about it. He undid their bonds,
all at once. The two lesser ladies ran to him and gave him a hug, but Ms.
Anderson walked over to her chair and had a cigarette.
Ron was enjoying the attention of the two ladies. He was feeling them up
rather obviously. He found out they were named Susan and Janine. He looked
over at Gillian, who had covered herself up with a blanket.
"That's a filthy habit, ma'am." Ron said to her.
"Go to hell. What, do you people play these games for fun?"
"'You people', ma'am? He and I are not associated. Furthermore, I would
never dream of hurting people the way he did, for no good reason."
"But you would hurt people, hmm?"
"Yes, ma'am, in order to defend myself, or my family, or to get even for
things done to me in the past. Now, Ms. Anderson, I have to make all of you
forget you ever saw any of this."
"Like that's gonna happen!" She eyed him suspiciously, but then she blanked,
as he worked into her mind. On top of the mental block about today's
happenings, he added a few extra commands. Like, she wouldn't want to smoke
anymore. And some other things.
He went around, adjusting everyone, with the two ladies hanging off of
either arm. Finally, they were the only two left.
"Well, ladies, it's your turn."
"Awww." Susan pouted, "Can't we have some fun first?"
"What do you mean?" Ron asked knowingly.
"Well, we can't let you go without thanking you for rescuing us, can we?"
Janine agreed with Susan, and Ron was not willing to argue the point.
"What did you have in mind?" Like he didn't already know. Neither girl was
probably over 19, both seemed to be nymphomaniacs, and the fact that he had
just probably saved their lives made him a very attractive partner, indeed.
They headed over to a trailer normally used for makeup. Once inside, they
worked together to remove Ron's clothes. Soon, all three were nude. Susan
started kissing Ron, sucking his tongue into her mouth, and wrestling it
with her own. She rubbed his chest with her hands, and generally worked to
get him excited.
Janine dropped to her knees and worshiped his cock. "Oooh. Such a nice one."
She kissed the very tip, and used her tongue to lick his cock into her
mouth. Her technique was dazzling. Ron was going into overload, but these
two weren't about to let up. Susan continued massaging his chest, and Janine
began to fondle his balls, as she took his cock into her throat. Ron's knees
were starting to give, and so they worked their way slowly over to a couch,
where he could sit down. Susan sat down with him, and then he leaned over to
suck on her tit. She leaned her head back and moaned. He reached down and
massaged her clit, sometimes inserting a finger into her hole, and then
gliding it along her clit as he withdrew. She was shuddering with pleasure
as he changed the angle of his stroke each time.
Janine was still working on his cock, and she had him close to coming. "Oh,
yeah, girl. Suck it harder." He kept fingering Susan, but his body was
jerking too much to keep sucking on her tits. Suddenly he felt the head of
his cock swell, then he erupted into Janine's mouth. She swallowed it all.
When he was done, she sat back with a smile on her face. Then Susan got down
and started sucking again. She wanted him hard, and hard now. Ron finger
fucked her pussy until he had his finger nice and lubed, then he poked it up
her ass. She stiffened for a moment, then moaned and relaxed.
He motioned to Janine, who came and sat next to him. He kissed her for
awhile, while fondling her breast with his free hand. Then, seeing he was
hard enough, Susan ceased her sucking. "Fuck me. Do it now."
Ron got up, and Susan got onto all fours on the couch. Ron got behind her,
and pressed in. Susan let out a growl as he sank deep into her cunt. "YES!
Oh that feels so good. fuck me hard!"
Ron obliged the young lady, hammering into her hard and fast.
"Yes, oh, yes, baby. Fuck Susan, Fuck me!"
Ron reached around and grabbed her tits. Meanwhile, Janine had positioned
her pussy in front of Susan's mouth, so that she could get some pleasure of
her own. Ron grabbed Susan's nipples, and twisted lightly. Susan let out a
squeal, and increased the pace. She stopped eating out Janine long enough to
say, "Yes, baby! Oh, that feels so good! Pinch my nipples, hard! Go for it!"
Finally, she came. Big Time. Janine backed off, but Ron kept riding her for
all he was worth. She barely stayed on the couch. She writhed and bucked and
squirmed for minutes, until she was finally exhausted, and collapsed on the
couch. Ron was still hard, and really needed more. He pulled out of Susan,
and walked over to Janine, who seemed to be in just as much need as he was.
When he got there, she said only one thing.
"Fuck me, baby."
She wrapped her arms around him and french-kissed him in a manner designed
to suck all the fillings out of his teeth. If he hadn't already been hard,
he would have been after that. He moved her up against the wall, and reached
down to position his cock. Once he got it into her, she used the wall and
her strength to wrap her legs around his waist. Lucky for Ron she wasn't
very big, or he might have dropped her. They started a rhythm, slow at
first, but building quickly to a feverish pace. They stopped momentarily to
drop to the floor, but then went back at it with the same fervor. Janine was
mewling and squealing with pleasure, and Ron was grunting out his enjoyment.
Finally, she peaked, and squeezed his cock for all it was worth with her
pussy muscles. She arched her back and screamed, and her pussy rippled up
and down his cock. This was all he could take, and he shot his load up into
her, feeling her with his come.
Ron pulled out, but neither Janine nor Susan would be moving anytime soon.
He gently covered both of them, re-organized a few of their thoughts, then
left. After ripping some information out of the other psionic's head in
preparation for a visit from James, he released him and flew back to school
to finish out his day. He knew the other guy would take a couple days to
recover from the kind of assault he'd just been through. At least, that's
what the manual said.
When Ron arrived home, to his new house, Dr. Brown was there, to see Sandra
and Dawn. It was the first time he'd actually been around during one of her
home visits. When he walked in, Dawn was crying. Ron went immediately to her
side.
"Dawn, what's wrong?"
"It's the kids at school. They were ragging on me for being pregnant. Oh,
Ron! I know you want the baby, but, it's so hard for me!" She wrapped her
arms around him and cried into his shoulder. He held her until she settled
down, then laid her back in the chair.
"I hope you're happy with yourself." This was Dr. Brown, watching from the
doorway. "You've managed to mess up a perfectly normal family. And what you
did to your mother-"
"I did NOT do that to my mother, you stupid cow! My Father did. Now, unless
you have something important to say, shut the hell up."
"Actually, I do. Due to the... nature of the pregnancy, I ran genetic tests
on the fetus. He will have serious problems when he is born." She continued,
listing the problems and their effects. Dawn was crying quietly now. "My
recommendation is an abortion."
"Dr. Brown, would you leave the room, please?" It wasn't really a question,
and she left as ordered. "Dawn? I don't know what to do about the kids at
school yet, but this, I can fix. Okay?" Dawn nodded.
Ron placed his hands on her abdomen. He imagined he was part of her, and
then part of the baby. He worked his way into the cells. He could actually
see the defects. They showed up like red marks on his school papers. Ron
knew he'd be here all day redoing each of millions of cells. So, he
improvised. He formed his extension into a genetic reprogrammer. The device
would find these bad spots, and redo them. It would run "In the background"
as programmers say. It would use his brain power, but not run consciously.
He would need to stay near her, but not actually in physical contact. Not
that he was going to leave her anytime soon, anyway.
"You know I love you, don't you, Dawn?" Again, she nodded. She gave him a
little smile. Just then, Ron spotted Kumiko. "Kumiko, come here please."
Kumiko entered the room and walked over to Ron. "Yes, Master?"
"Get me a pillow, and a can of soda." Kumiko went to retrieve the requested
articles. When she returned, Ron placed the pillow behind Dawn, for support.
He drank the soda himself. It had been a long day, and looked to be only
half over. Kumiko remained by his side, not willing to leave unless he
needed her to fetch something. Dawn was actually dozing now, the tension
having wore her out.
"How was your day, Kumiko?"
"Master, I changed your room the way you asked me to. I have also attempted
to help your mother rearrange the house more to your tastes. She is still
not well, but I think she is doing better."
"Thank you. You have done very well. I'm sure I will be happy with the work
you have done." Kumiko smiled, and bowed, though a little less this time,
since she was kneeling.
"How are you feeling today?"
"I am well, Master. My bruises have all healed."
"Yes, now you're as pretty as the first time I saw you. Not that I thought
you were any less pretty before." Kumiko blushed.
"Master, I..."
"Kumiko, do you know what your name means?"
"Well, Master, I am very rusty with my Japanese. Mother and Father did not
speak it very much at home, because they wanted to become true Americans.
No, I do not know what my name means."
"Kumiko means 'Girl Forever Beautiful'. It is an accurate description of
you. You have always been beautiful to me, and you always will be." Kumiko
blushed again, and averted her gaze. Ron gently stroked her cheek, but then
he felt something tug at his mind.
He focussed on it. 'Oh, it's just the processor, telling me that it's done.'
"Kumiko, would you go get the doctor, please?" She left to do so, and Ron
looked at Dawn. 'I'll find a way to handle the kids, Dawn. At least we know
this crisis is over."
Dr. Brown came back in. "Yes? What is it?"
"Did you double-check the results of your test?"
"No, I did not." She seemed offended at the concept.
"I would like you to do so."
"Listen here, young man, I don't take orders-"
"Just DO IT." He was getting irritated with the lady, then decided to get
even. Obviously she didn't like him. He wasn't really interested in her,
either, given her attitude. He didn't want to mess with so visible a person,
since it would be easily noticed. But, he did have ways...
As she was preparing the test, she stared at Ron. All of a sudden, she felt
a chill run down her spine. Then, she felt her pussy twinge. 'What's
happening here?' Her breasts began to tingle, and her body started to heat
up. 'I am NOT excited by this, this pig. Never!' But the signs were
unmistakable. Her hands were trembling, and she had to steady them to
perform the test. By now, her love juices were flowing down her leg.
"I'll... go get this analyzed." She quickly left the room, not understanding
either her body, or the smile on Ron's face.
The doctor called back a few days later to say that the second test showed
no defects at all. She would need to run another test to be sure. She was
very uncomfortable, but she apologized for her error.
Ron had enjoyed taking that call. 'The ass deserved what she got.' Now, Ron
was in his last class for the day, Math Tutoring 101. He had been helping
lots of the kids today, they were dealing with common denominators, and they
were all having trouble getting it.
Near the end of class, one of the girls, Michelle, asked him, "Ron, I think
I'm really gonna need special tutoring on this one. Can you tutor me after
school?"
"Sure, Michelle. Just have your Mom or Dad give me a call, after six or so."
When the bell rang, Ms. Ford asked Ron if he could stay a few moments. They
waited for the rest of the class to file out, then she shut the door and
locked it.
"Ron, you've been doing a spectacular job with the kids. It's really been
great having you here. I think a lot of these kids might be able to make it
out of here this year, thanks to you."
"Thank you, Ms. Ford. It's a little early in the year to tell, though."
"Well, I can see the beginnings of comprehension in them, Ron. You've
sparked some interest in this class." She had moved over to her desk and sat
on the corner, crossing her legs. Today, she had worn a very nice skirt and
blouse combination in pale yellow. Her hair had been nicely done up, so that
Ron had figured she had a date after school. He hadn't known it was with
him.
"Well, Ms. Ford -"
"Please, when we're alone, you can call me Linda."
"Okay, Linda, thank you for the compliment. I'm just glad I can help." Which
was the truth; Ron had always enjoyed helping people in need.
"Good people like you usually say that giving is its own reward. I think you
deserve more than that." With that, she got down off the desk and walked
over to him. She was just barely taller than him, since he had grown over
the summer. She pulled him to her, and kissed him on the lips. He was
pleasantly surprised, but not enough so not to return the kiss. He placed
his hands on her ass, and squeezed. She was madly pulling at his shirt,
undoing the buttons as fast as she could without breaking their kiss. He had
pulled her skirt up, and now had his hands insider her panties on her ass,
kneading it in big circles.
She got his shirt off, and started to work on her own. He almost stopped
what he was doing to help, but sensed she didn't want him to. He was curious
why she was doing this with him. A little probing showed her insecurity
around men, along with a driving need to make love. 'Well, who am I to
object?' So, he rolled with it. She managed to get off her blouse and bra,
and now he felt her bare tits press into his chest. It was a wonderful
feeling, her nipples were hot points burning into him. She worked furiously
at his jeans, getting them undone, and pushing them down. She did the same
with his briefs, so that his cock sprang up and out. She ground her body
against his, so that his cock was trapped between them. He unsnapped her
skirt, and it fell off, leaving only her panties. These, as was his custom,
were ripped off her body. Now they were naked, and still kissing madly. They
hobbled over to her desk, where he laid her down. She had cleared it off
during class time, probably for this eventuality. He poised his cock at her
opening.
She broke the kiss long enough to say, "Do it, Ron. Make me scream with wild
passion. Make my eyes spin. Fuck me." Ron was happy to oblige. He plunged
into her hole with all the energy of a buck in rut. He massaged her breasts,
twisting her nipples and pinching them lightly. She writhed under him,
wrapping her legs around his back in order to pull him deeper into her.
Ron broke the kiss, so he could fuck harder. She kept up a steady stream of
encouragement. "Yes, Ron, honey. Fuck me harder! Yes, oh yes...God that's so
good.....Oh, Yes, YES, YES!... Do it to me... make me cum... Make your
teacher CUMMMMMM!" Her body was wracked with spasms. She grunted once,
twice, and then went completely rigid. Her pussy was milking his cock, and
finally it was just too much. He spurted his come deep into her womb, and
that sent her off on a whole new series of spasms. She writhed around under
him, until she finally came down from her high. She was panting now,
completely out of breath. She smiled up at him.
"Oh, God, Ron! I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself anymore. I haven't had
sex in so long, and you were just so helpful, so mature...." She didn't have
the words.
"Glad I could help, Linda. Anytime you need my 'help', you just let me
know." He smiled down at her, in a way that let her know it was "okay".
"We'll have to keep this our secret." She said.
"No problem. I wouldn't want to spoil a good thing."
"See you tomorrow, then?" She had gently pushed him off her, and was sitting
up now.
"Yes, I'll be here." Ron got dressed, and left.
A week or so later, Ron encountered Dawn during a lunch break. She was being
taunted by other girls about her pregnancy.
"Everyone knows only easy girls get knocked up."
"Who's the pop? Or don't you know?" And comments of that sort. It was taking
its' toll on Dawn, and Ron had just about all he could take of that crap. He
strolled over to his sister and gave her a hug.
"Is this really necessary, girls?"
"Oh, look, it's little brother to the rescue."
That was it. The last straw. He knew these girls for what they were:
vindictive spiteful little tramps who didn't deserve to walk the earth with
his sister. He drew them in a little closer with a look, and whispered to
them. "Girls, you're messing with my sister. Unless you want to end up
looking like Dale Jessup, I'd advise you to stop it, right now. My sister is
off limits, forbidden territory. Spread the word. If I have to deal with
this problem, somebody is going to get hurt." His tone of voice, and the
matter-of-fact expression on his face said volumes. He was not kidding, nor
was he bluffing. They believed not only that he 'could', but that he 'would'
hurt anyone who crossed him.
"Sure, Ron, sure." They all echoed the sentiment, and quickly moved off. Ron
turned to his sister, who was looking at him.
"What did you tell them?" She wanted to know.
"I told them not to mess with you. That, if they did, they would have to
deal with me, and that would be unpleasant for them. You're my sister, Dawn.
I love you, and I'll always protect you. Promise." They hugged, and he went
on his way after making sure she was okay. Another crisis, handled
peacefully. Fear was an effective weapon. He had absolutely no interest in
those girls at all. They were attractive, sure, but they were also all
airheads. He wasn't even sure they had the capability for rational thought.
Anyway, it was time for class.
When he got home that night, there was a message on the machine. "Hi, this
is Mrs. Donalli, Michelle's mother. I'm calling for Ron Chaffey. If he could
call me back when it is convenient, I'd appreciate it..." and she gave a
number. Ron picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hello, Jasper and Jasper publishing."
"Yes, I'm returning a call from Mrs. Donalli." Ron had learned that no one
took kids seriously. He figured if he was "returning a call", they might not
ignore him. It worked.
"May I ask who is calling?"
"Ron Chaffey."
"One moment, Mr. Chaffey." 'Mister. Wow.'
A moment later: "Ronald?"
"Please call me Ron, ma'am. You are Michelle's mother?"
"Yes. She insisted I call you and arrange for tutoring. She says you have
been very helpful in class, but that you cannot devote enough time to her
individually."
"Yes, ma'am. I regret that, but I do have 20 kids to deal with in class."
"Well, some personal tutoring should be just the thing, then. How much do
you charge?"
"My normal fee is $10 an hour. Usually, I only take students for an hour at
a time. However, I have decided on a new structure this year, to see how it
will work. I'm charging $15 for a two hour session."
"That sounds just fine. One more thing: do you work at our house, or yours?"
"Mine, ma'am. It allows me to set up a better study atmosphere. Plus, it
removes familiar distractions."
"That makes good sense. Very well, then. When can you start?"
"Well, tomorrow is Wednesday. That's a good night for me, if it's alright
with you. Say, 7 o'clock?"
"Yes, that will work nicely."
Ron gave her the address, and said goodbye. He would need to choose a good
study room, and get it ready. Michelle was hot, and he knew he was going to
have some fun.
The following day in school, he met up with a little trouble. Well, maybe
little isn't the right word, since it consisted of roughly a quarter of the
football team.
"Those were our girls you insulted yesterday."
"Insulted? I didn't insult anyone, guys. I told them to leave my sister
alone."
"No one tells my girl what to do."
"Just what are you going to do about it, Biff?" Biff wasn't his name, but he
looked like a Biff.
On the other hand, the guy didn't like being called Biff. He swung on Ron,
who had already erected a 'kinetic shield. His hand appeared to hit Ron,
when actually it stopped about half an inch short. The guy must have thought
he hit a brick wall, or a sheet of iron. He recoiled, holding his hand. It
was very possible he had several broken bones.
"Don't mess with me, guys, or someone's going to the hospital, and it won't
be me. You know what happened to Dale Jessup, right?" He let the implication
that it was his doing just kind of hang there.
One of the other players stepped up, but before he could do anything, Ron
posed a palm-strike to the chin. It looked good, Ron positioned his
extension perfectly. The player landed about eight feet away. "Are y'all
sure you want to continue this? Or should we stop now?" Ron was in total
control. Normals, he realized, were a piece of cake. It was psionics he had
to watch for.
By now, the players had enough. They left in a hurry, the leader still
holding his hand. 'Well, at least he's not our quarterback.'
Math Tutoring class was interesting to say the least. He was getting strange
looks from Michelle and Ms. Ford. He understood the look from Linda, but he
wasn't sure what Michelle was up to. He'd find out soon enough.
When class ended, he hung back just a bit, so he was the last student to
leave the room. Ms. Ford was standing by the door, and, as he was about to
leave, she grabbed, him, embraced him, and gave him a deep, blood-warming
kiss. "That was for making my life easier. Thanks, Ron. See you tomorrow."
Somehow, he managed not to weave down the hallway after that.
It seemed as if 7:00 would never come. He had been ready for the past
half-hour. At five minutes of seven, she arrived. Her mother brought her up
the walk, and they rang the bell. Ron had banished the rest of the household
to non-visible rooms in the house, essentially the upstairs. He tried not to
run to the door.
"Hello, Mrs. Donalli, Michelle. Please, come in."
They entered a large foyer. Mrs. Donalli was fairly impressed with the
house. "What does your mother do, again?"
"Well, my mother is an executive with a small company. Most of the family
income is generated by me."
"Tutoring pays this well?" She was joking, of course.
"No, ma'am. I tutor because I enjoy it. I have a part time job consulting
for a national organization on computer matters, and some other items."
Which was, essentially true. CAMP had told him to keep up with his computer
programming. The 'other matters' of course, covered a multitude of sins.
"I see. Well, is your mother home? I would feel better if an adult were
around."
Ron had expected this. His mother was standing discreetly in a doorway.
"Mom?" She walked over. "Mrs. Donalli, this is my mother, Sandra Chaffey.
Mom, this is Mrs. Donalli, Michelle's mother."
"How are you?"
"I'm fine. I just wanted to know that their was supervision in the house."
Michelle looked both embarrassed and impatient. He thought he understood
both of those. He was wrong.
"Well, I'll be here pretty much all the time. Besides, you can trust Ron.
Your daughter is in good hands."
The adults yakked for a couple more minutes, then Mrs. Donalli left. Ron
showed Michelle into the study room, and his mother went back upstairs.
"Sorry about my Mom. She's a little over-protective."
"No problem. So, shall we get down to work?"
"Yes, let's" Just then, Ron felt a tug at his mind. He grabbed it,
deciphered it, and then almost blew it. He almost smiled, but that would not
have been right. For this command had come from Michelle. 'A psionic! But
she's not on the list. Let's run with this, and see where it takes me.' Ron
followed along. Her suggestions weren't actually working, but since he could
read them, he followed them. He kept his face neutral, and started removing
articles of clothing. She had him down to his underwear, and still he had
not revealed himself. Finally, she wanted him to remove those, but she was
still fully clothed. He figured it was time to get even. Not maliciously,
but forcefully even so, he grabbed control of her mind.
She almost panicked. 'What's happening to me? Why can't I move? Why can't I
scream? I don't understand!!!' By the time she'd managed those thoughts, he
already had her down to her underwear, using 'kinesis. He decided to let her
off the hook now.
"Not much fun when the target fights back, is it?" He was smiling cheerily,
not viciously. She grinned, then looked down and covered her mouth with her
hand. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say now.
"You're not on my list." Ron still didn't know why that was. "Are you new to
the area?"
"Yes. We moved in just before school started." She didn't know what 'list'
he was talking about, but he seemed to be calm about the whole thing.
"Okay, that would explain it. So, how long have you known?"
"Known what?"
"About your ability."
"A couple of years. It's just starting to get to where I can make people do
things, though. At first, it was just moving objects, ya know? And I hid
that from people, 'cause I didn't want them to think I was weird. And then,
I started to realize that people would do what I asked them to, without
arguing like they used to."
"And I was to be your experiment for.... what?"
"I wanted to know if it would work outside the family." She was embarrassed
at being caught, but also interested in what he might be able to tell her.
"Well, it would have, if you hadn't been dealing with another psionic. Damn,
I am not cleared for recruitment. Hell, I don't even know if you're good
enough yet." Ron was talking to himself, and Michelle didn't understand a
word of it.
"Huh?"
"Oh! Don't worry, I was thinking out loud. Bad habit of mine. Anyway, what's
the biggest object you've ever moved?"
"My bed. It's a waterbed, if that's important."
'Heavy. She can do it.' "Ever tried to fly?"
"What?" She didn't think she'd heard him right.
"Fly. You know, move yourself. Like this." Suddenly he was floating in
mid-air, doing little aerobatics. Michelle struggled with it a bit, and
managed to lift herself off the ground about a foot.
"Great! See, it's not that hard. Really pretty cool. Say, just what were you
going to do to me tonight?" Ron tried to sound stern, but his smile gave him
away.
"Well.... I was gonna, you know, make you...." She couldn't say it, so she
whispered it in his ear. Girls were so funny about that. He was the only one
in the room, and still she wouldn't say it out loud. "I mean, when I first
saw you in class, I thought I wanted to get to know you better, and the
tutoring thing was just a really good opportunity, if I could get rid of
your mother..."
"Mom has orders not to come downstairs until you leave."
"Well, yeah, but I didn't know that, did I?" She smiled. Apparently, her
model for flying affected a zero-g room, because her breasts were actually
floating. Michelle was beautiful. She had curly auburn hair and brown eyes.
Her face was a nice round shape, with an innocent expression. Her breasts
looked just right on her frame, and her legs continued from here to
eternity. She was about his height, maybe just a fraction shorter. Not that
it matters when both of you are floating three feet off the floor.
"So, you wanted to screw me, huh?" She just blushed and nodded. "Well, no
reason to stop now, is there?" She just stared at him. He took things in
hand, as he removed her last garments, and his own. He brought them both
down to earth. "Wait here a second." Ron went over to the couch and pulled a
soft down bed from under it. The bed was about a double-bed size, covered
with fake fur. It was meant as something to, well, to "do" things on. He
motioned her over to him, as he was sitting on the mat. She stood over him,
a little unsure of herself.
"Is this your first time?"
"No, but my first time went by in sort of a blur, and I wasn't really given
much of a choice."
"Well, we can stop now, if you'd like." She shook her head, and took his
offered hand. He pulled her to him, but not down. His eyes were now at
pussy-level, and he enjoyed what he saw. He reached out and softly kissed
her on her mound, right above where her clit was. She purred softly, and
rested her hands on his shoulders. As he pulled back, he saw her tits
hanging down before him, begging for suction. He obeyed the call, and took
one into his mouth. He tongued the nipple until it was hard, and sucked the
tit until she moaned. Then he moved over to the other one, and repeated the
process. When he let go, she sank down beside him on the cushion. He kissed
her for the first time on the lips. If her first time had been ugly for her,
he wanted this to be better. He was soft, coaxing.
For her part, Michelle was really getting into it. Her first time had been
at the hands of a former boyfriend who basically didn't know what "no"
meant. She hadn't put up much of a struggle, because she wasn't even sure
she meant no. Which was also why she never told anyone about it. Ron, on the
other hand, was taking it nice and easy. 'This is the way it's supposed to
be.' She kissed him back, progressing from soft to urgent. She pushed him
back onto the cushion, and continued kissing him, while she rubbed his
chest. Ron didn't resist: he liked it when the women took the lead
sometimes. He figured she needed to do this her way, to make it good for
her.
Michelle moved her kisses down to his chest. She kissed each nipple, nipping
lightly at them with her teeth. She continued down, across his stomach,
until she reached the head of his cock. Here, she hesitated. This was
something she had been told about, and read about, but hadn't actually done.
She thought it was kind of yucky, but she wanted to give Ron a present for
being nice to her. She lightly kissed the tip of his cock. Some clear liquid
stuck to her lips. She licked her lip and tasted it. Not great, but it
didn't make her sick. She continued kissing the head of his cock, noticing
that occasionally it jerked. She moved her kisses down the shaft and back
up, down and up. Finally, she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.
She wasn't sure of exactly what to do, but then she started receiving
images. Not orders, more like instructions. She glanced sideways at Ron, and
he just smiled back.
She licked around the head of his cock, and then started pulling more of him
in. She got about halfway or so before he hit the back of her throat. Then
she started a rhythm. She held the base of his cock with her hand, and
sucked him faster and faster. His groans grew louder and louder. Suddenly,
she heard in her head, 'I'm gonna cum!' She decided to swallow, to see what
it was like. She kept sucking until, suddenly, loads of white semen poured
into her mouth. The taste was salty, but, she found to her surprise, she
liked it. She swallowed every bit of it, and licked around the head of his
cock to make sure she got it all. She looked up at Ron, and smiled. "Did I
do good?"
"Oh, hell yes! And I think I should return the favor. Lie down." She wasn't
sure what he had in mind, but she lay down next to him. He gently spread her
legs, and maneuvered himself into place. Then he bent in to lick her slit.
Up and down, in slow, tortuous strokes. She was shuddering with each pass,
and purring quietly from deep in her throat.
Ron flicked across her clit with his tongue. Her back arched, and she
grunted. 'Not the typical reaction, hmmm.' He did it again, and she grunted
again. 'Must be more sensitive than most.' Ron took great advantage of this.
He took her clit into his mouth and started sucking on it, as he whipped it
back and forth with his tongue. Ron had Michelle bucking wildly in just a
few moments.
"Oh, shit, yes! Yes, Ron. Oh, damn! I want you, Ron, I want you bad! Put it
inside me Ron, now, do it now!"
He was tempted, but he knew women, unlike men, can actually get more aroused
from an orgasm. He continued his torture, occasionally letting up to lick up
and down her slit again, but always returning to her clit. Finally she gave
in, and came in a horrendous, screaming climax. Her body went stiff, back
arched, arms and legs splayed. She stayed that way for over a minute.
When she came down, she looked at Ron with a look of pure, wanton lust.
"Fuck me." This command would brook no argument, not that Ron was giving
one. He spread her legs to allow him access, and pressed himself into her.
Ron was hot enough that he had trouble controlling his pace, but he wanted
her to enjoy this as long as he could make it last. He leaned in and kissed
her again. This time, their tongues met, and fought a fierce battle,
eventually declaring a draw, but not giving in. Ron pumped into her,
alternating fast, hard thrusts with long, slow, languorous strokes, bringing
her right to the edge, then backing off again. She started to plead with
him.
"Come on, baby. Bring me off. You can do it, Pump me harder! Faster!
Faster!" Finally, Ron felt the urge building in him, so he caved in to her
wishes. He stroked harder, faster, deeper with each thrust. Ultimately, he
gave in first. With a grunt and a sigh, he came, pouring his juice into her.
At the first spurt, she came in a mind-shattering, ear-splitting,
spine-tingling orgasm that threatened to shatter windows. They both were out
of their senses for a moment.
When they both came down, they were lying side by side on the cushion.
Michelle rolled onto her side to look at Ron. "Thank you. Thank you for
making at least the second time, special." She leaned down and gave him a
soft, slow kiss. When she broke off, Ron looked at the time.
"Um, I think we should get dressed now."
"Why?"
"Well, your Mom's gonna be here in about a half hour, and we haven't even
opened the books yet."
They spent the next half-hour trying to focus on the books. It was
difficult, since they had trouble keeping their hands off each other.
It was a couple weeks later, when Mike showed up.
"Ron, I believe you know Michelle here." She grinned at him coyly.
"Oh, yes. We've been formally introduced, and not-so-formally."
Mike got all sorts of information from that. "I see. Well, I'm glad you two
get along, because you're going to have to pay her a lot of attention. Like
we did with you, we don't want to interrupt her schooling, so she can't come
to CAMP until next summer. This is a really bad time for us all, because we
can't do things we need to do without becoming obvious. Anyway, she says
she's okay with you being her guide. Take care, though. Don't show her stuff
she's not ready for."
"No problem, Mike. Hey, I handled my other project pretty well, didn't I?"
Mike had to admit that, yes, Ron had done damned well on that one. Mike
shook hands with both of them, and left for his car. Michelle was carrying
some sheets of paper.
"What're those?"
"Oh. Mike said to give you these. They're instructions for what you can and
can't tell me."
"Okay. Let me see them." She handed them over. "Come on in, we've got some
things to talk about."
"My Mom thinks I'm on a sleepover with girlfriends. She won't expect me back
until late Sunday."
"Good. Then we have a busy weekend ahead...."

Chapter 3: New Students, New Games, New Troubles
Life fell into a somewhat normal pattern for the next few months. Being in
the new house finally started to feel normal. 'At least,' Ron thought, 'Now
I can go swimming whenever I like.'
Michelle was progressing nicely. She was developing slower than Ron had, but
that was to be expected, or so James and Mike had both told him. She was
still experimenting on her family, with the odd outing on a weekend with
Ron. She'd mastered her defenses, which was good. Ron began wondering if it
might not be a good idea to recommend to CAMP that their field reps do this
kind of initial training as a matter of course. When she went to CAMP,
Michelle would be much better prepared than he had been.
Of course, Michelle had only been a passing love interest. While he and she
had gotten together a couple of times since their initial encounter, he was
trying to encourage her to establish relationships with "normal" people.
Besides, he wasn't ready for a "normal" relationship just now. He was having
too much fun being the boss.
At school, things fell into a pattern, also. A typical day saw him gliding
through his subjects, never really paying attention, but absorbing the
information even so. Every so often, Linda would wish for some
"extracurricular activity", which he was happy to provide. He had already
added her to his "roving follower" collection: not making any serious
changes, just enough to protect her from other psionics. Why mess with a
good thing?
Today, however, marked the return of trouble. Apparently, over time, the
football team had grown less afraid of him. Today, they wanted revenge. They
weren't so cocky, however, that they didn't bring nearly the entire team.
This time, though, they had made a rather major error. They had taken
prisoners.
Ron was confronted as he walked home from school. In the midst of the crowd,
he saw both his sister, and Michelle. Apparently, she was too flustered to
perform any useful tactics.
"You may have beat us once, Chaffey, but now we're gonna turn you into mush.
And then, we're gonna have some fun with your chickeys." This was Biff.
Ron didn't back up, he didn't flinch, he just stared. "I'm going to give you
guys only one chance at this. Let them both go, and leave me alone, or
you're going to wish you ended up like Dale Jessup." The crowd laughed at
that.
"Take your best shot, shithead." Said one of the boys in the back. The group
pressed in.
"Time's up." And with that, they heard a heavy 'snap!', and one of the boys
in back screamed in agony as he fell to the ground.
"My knees! My knees! Oh, God! It hurts! My knees!" The group turned around
as Ron spoke again, his voice had turned to ice.
"Who wants to be next?" Just then another one fell to the ground, holding
his stomach in pain. "He'll need a doctor soon. He has appendicitis." Then
another fell backward, as if struck by a 2x4. "He has cracked ribs, and if
he moves too much, maybe a punctured lung." There wasn't a cloud in the sky,
but for these kids, the day had grown very dark, indeed. "I told you not to
mess with me. I warned you to leave my sister alone. You didn't want to
listen. You thought I was bluffing. Learn something here: I don't bluff, I
gave you a warning. And this is the last one you're going to get. Mess with
me, my family, or any of my friends again, and somebody will be scooping
your brains up off the sidewalk after they've leaked out your nose." He
thought this a little overdone, but a couple of the kids went pale, which
was what he was hoping for. His eyes bored in on Biff. Biff was scared. Biff
was scared shitless. But not pissless, as Ron was about to prove. "I know
you think I'm bullshit, Biff, so here's something to remember me by." And
then a stain spread across the front of Biff's jeans, and started running
down one leg. Biff looked down, and realized what was happening, and worse,
that he couldn't stop it.
"You little shit! I'm gonna get you!"
"Biff, if you even take one step forward, you will be the first to die. Who
do you think would believe you, or anyone here? 'That kid broke our legs and
made Biff's brains fly out his nose!' Who's gonna buy that? Not to mention,
you'll never be able to tell anyone, anyway." A quick command made sure.
"Don't mess with me. You aren't even in the same game. If you can't play
with the big boys, get off the field." With that, Ron motioned Dawn and
Michelle to him. Both ran over and gave him a big hug.
"I'm sorry, Ron, I just couldn't-"
"Thank you, oh thank you little brother."
"It's okay now, girls. Let's go home. Can we walk you home, Michelle?"
The event passed, and the whole school knew something was up. Whenever Ron
entered a room, the football players would step as far aside as they could
to get away from him. Word was out: stay away from Ron if you're gonna cause
trouble.
'Just as planned. Now, I can worry about more important things, like Lisa
Fiori over there.' Lisa Fiori was a cheerleader. She'd made fun of Ron in
junior high. He was sitting in the gym, watching the cheerleaders practice.
It was after school, but he'd had a science project to finish after Tutoring
class, and now it was raining, and he didn't want to get wet. So, he decided
to watch the cheerleaders until it stopped raining.
He focussed in on Lisa as they tumbled around. She wasn't your typical
cheerleader, she was actually on the pudgy side. Not fat, but not as skinny
as the other girls. Her body was just generally bigger all around. Bone
structure, breasts, the whole lot. And her appearance was turning Ron on no
end. She had short black hair, and green eyes that twinkled most of the
time, like she was always telling herself a joke. She was short, about 5'
even, and had a nice overall appearance. She was in shape, so Ron figured
her pudginess might be glandular or metabolic. It actually made her look
pretty cute, watching her big tits bounce around in her cheerleader outfit.
Practice finished up, but it was still raining. Ron decided to have a little
fun. He turned himself invisible (he'd learned how to do that "locally",
meaning anywhere he went, he was invisible. It wasn't that they weren't
seeing him now, it was that they couldn't see him. He was actually bending
light around his body. It was a neat trick that had actually taken two weeks
to perfect. He couldn't even see himself if he looked in a mirror.). Then he
headed into the locker room after the girls.
This has to be every boy's fantasy, watching cheerleaders undress and
shower. All sorts of nude girl flesh walking about, getting soaped up, and
steamed. Ron was hard as iron watching all these girls. He decided he wanted
more.
Ron formed an "everything-is-normal-here" command, and spread it over the
room, then reappeared into visibility. The girls glanced his way, but didn't
scream or anything, so the command was working. He had one girl, whose name
was Darla, come over and jack him off. She wrapped her soft hand around his
cock and gently rubbed up and down. Ron reached around and fondled her tit.
He was really enjoying this, but he wanted more. He had another girl, named
Mandy, start to suck his cock, while Darla kept jacking up and down. Then he
had a nice black girl, Shauna, french-kiss him. He was starting to get
overstimulated, but he was having a lot of fun. Finally, he came in Mandy's
mouth, and he had her swallow it all. Just then, he spotted Lisa. She was
coming out of the shower, naked and wet. 'God, what a sight!' Her breasts
must have been at least a C cup, which is pretty big on a 14 year old. She
didn't have rolls of fat, just sort of a layer of it all over her body, that
made her entire figure smooth and curvy. He had her come over to him and
give him a deep kiss. He reached over and kneaded her tits. They were soft,
almost spongy. After all this attention, he needed a little relief. He had
Lisa bend over and put her hands on the bench. This placed her ass in the
air very invitingly. Ron commanded her to suck off Shauna, who had been so
nice to him. Then, he intruded into her pussy with his cock. He moved
slowly, while he enjoyed the sights. Shauna was very pretty, about 5'2"
tall, with light brown skin, and dark eyes. Her full lips were in an almost
pout most of the time. Her breasts were small, but she had gorgeous nipples,
that stood proud from her chest. He reached over and lightly twisted those
nipples, eliciting a moan from the girl.
He increased his pace into Lisa, while Lisa increased her pace on Shauna.
Shauna, in turn, leaned over to kiss Ron. He tongue-wrestled with her for a
few moments, until he felt the familiar tingle in his balls. He broke off
the kiss, and gave her nipples one last twist. He pumped hard into Lisa, and
came hard, shooting his wad into her.
Unusually, she had not come. Neither had Shauna. He'd given them no real
instructions to, so they had acted normally. They were both quite aroused,
however. Ron gave them orders to go back in the shower, and not to come out
until they had given each other at least two orgasms apiece. They headed off
with a gleam in their eyes, and Ron got dressed. He removed himself from the
locker room, then removed his commands. The rain had finally stopped, and
Ron went home.
The family had settled out any real differences among themselves, and Ron
now had a wonderful family of eight, including himself. There were, of
course, the "roving followers"; Mrs. Hayes, Ms. Ford, the businessmen's
wives, and others he had used only once, or maybe twice, but could use again
at a moment's notice.
Christmas was approaching, and Ron was trying to decide what to get
everyone. He had oodles of income, so he knew he could get them really nice
stuff. He had to go to the library for some school research, but decided to
go shopping afterwards.
While at the library, Ron came across a rather unusual book. Titled
"Channeling the Mind", it seemed to be a manual of sorts. Ron sat down to
read it. It was very dusty, as it looked ancient. About halfway through the
book, something finally hit Ron, and he took a closer look at the book.
'Hey! This thing doesn't have a Dewey Decimal Tag on it! And there's no
little metal thing to make the detector go off! This book doesn't belong to
the library!' He leafed through it, looking for identifying marks, but found
none. Figuring he'd worry about it later, he continued reading. He was
skimming, really, until he came to a particular section, titled,
"Transference of Mental Energy through the Mental Lens" A big title for such
a short chapter. It was mainly a description of a gemstone, cut in a
specific manner, set in a particular way, and used by a qualified
professional. Ron stuck the book in his bag, and grabbed the books he needed
for his report. It was time for some shopping.
Ron took a taxi to the mall. He wandered through stores, looking for
presents. He had lots of small things, wrapped by the store, delivered to
the house. He was looking for one big item for each lady.
For his Mom, he bought a brand new notebook computer, with all the bells and
whistles. She'd been complaining about her old one for a while now. This was
a brand new 786 300Mhz with 4Gig drive, and the best in active matrix color
technology. He figured she'd love it.
For Dawn, along with lots of baby stuff and maternity clothes, he stopped in
at the car dealership in the mall. She was of driving age now, and he
figured it was time she drove herself (and him) wherever they needed to go.
Jess and Megan were very difficult. As his slaves, they really wanted
nothing for Christmas. He had bought them each lots of new lingerie he
couldn't wait to see them in. He decided his gift to each of them would have
to be the fulfillment of a wish of theirs. 'Might be difficult on Megan's
part; I rewrote her whole psyche.' But, he figured she'd seen and heard
enough stuff since then, that she would come up with something.
Nikki and Tammy had both been hounding Mom about a puppy lately. Ron stopped
in the pet shop, and looked at the dogs. He had them set two aside for him,
a black lab and a german shepherd. He made arrangements to get them
delivered, and moved on to his hardest task.
Kumiko. 'What do I get Kumiko?' For reasons he still couldn't explain, he
vitally needed her to be happy with her present. He spent three hours
looking up and down the mall before finding the right gift. That done, he
had only one store left to visit.
"Hello, and welcome to Zales. Can I help you, young man?" The clerk was
proper, as she should be, but a little condescending. As was normal, she
didn't figure he had much money to spend.
"Yes, ma'am. Is there a master jeweler here I can speak with? I need to have
several necklaces made."
Her attitude changed at that, she was quite taken aback. "Can you afford
that sort of thing, son?"
"Oh, don't worry about me, ma'am. I've already spent about $40,000 today. A
little more won't kill me." He smiled at her, and she hurried off to get the
jeweler.
"Can I help you, sir?" He was an elderly man, but not so old that he looked
incompetent.
"Yes sir. I'd like to have some necklaces made, to rather precise
specifications. I was wondering how long it would take...."
Ron got home around eight o'clock. It was Friday, so he had no students.
He'd missed dinner, but that was okay, since he'd eaten at the mall. He'd
never bothered to fiddle with the family's schedule about eating whenever
the majority got hungry. It just didn't bug him that much. Ron headed
upstairs to his room and changed into comfortable clothes. He stepped into
his mother's room to see how she was doing. He found Kumiko already there.
"Hi, Mom. Hey, Kumiko." They both nodded acknowledgement. "Anything
happening?"
"Ron, I think you should go see Dawn. She seemed a little depressed when she
came home, but she doesn't want to talk to us about it."
"Alright. Anything wrong in here?"
"No, just girltalk." 'Probably plotting how to get me to rub their backs
tonight.' He smiled to himself until he thought about Dawn. 'It's been a
rough few months for her. I haven't been paying her enough attention lately.
I hope she'll be okay.'
Ron walked to her door and knocked.
"Who is it?"
"Dawn? It's me." A slight pause followed, then the door opened. Ron walked
into the room, and Dawn closed the door. Then she turned around, took a step
to him, put her arms around him, and started sobbing into his shoulder.
This startled Ron a bit, but he knew she was on an emotional roller coaster
due to the pregnancy.
"What's wrong, Dawn?"
"Ron, I'm.... I'm UGLY! I'm fat, and disfigured, and...and..." She trailed
off, sobbing. Ron maneuvered her over to the bed, and got her to sit down.
"Sis, you're not ugly. I think you're one of the most beautiful girls in the
world." He wasn't lying, or even exaggerating slightly. he still had a
picture of her in his mind from the night of her Sophomore Hop, in her white
dress.
"Oh yeah? Then how come you haven't touched me in over a month!" She replied
accusingly.
"I'm sorry, Dawn. I hadn't realized it'd been that long. I wasn't avoiding
you, really I wasn't. I was trying to let you alone, because of the baby. I
didn't want you to hurt yourself or something."
Dawn had stopped sobbing, and was just sniffling now. She knew her brother
wasn't lying to her. He had never lied to her, even before.... She was just
so confused about everything.
"Really? You mean it?"
"Absolutely. I think you're the best sister a guy could hope for, and you're
sweet, and pretty, and..." His words were cut off when she kissed him. It
was soft, and gentle, like he remembered she could be.
They laid down on the bed and kissed for what seemed like hours. Ron wrapped
his arms around his sister and cradled her gently against him. He was almost
as tall as her now, since she hadn't grown much over the past few months.
Ron had just finished a serious growth spurt, with a few mental pushes. Now
he stood 5'5" tall, and was quite fit.
"Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you make love to me? Tonight?" He could see the pleading in her eyes.
"Anything you want, Sis." He gingerly removed her dress, to find that she
still didn't wear anything under it. Now, she removed his clothes, though
not quite as gently as he had hers. Soon, she had him down to nothing at
all, and his cock was standing proud. He was very gently massaging her
breasts, since they would sometimes be sore. She moaned softly, and sank
into his touch.
She straddled his waist. Guiding his cock with one hand, she sank herself
slowly down onto him. She hummed softly as his prick tunneled in. When she
reached bottom, she rested for a few moments. Ron took advantage of this,
and stretched his reach to her shoulders. He massaged away some of the
tension there, and caressed her neck. Like everything else on her, Dawn's
neck was a source of beauty to Ron. It gracefully curved into her shoulders,
and was just the right length. He stroked her neck lightly, and then moved
back down to her breasts.
Now, Dawn began her rhythm. In a slow, sensual movement, she rose and fell.
She was enjoying this. For the first time in weeks, she felt like a woman,
rather than a bloated bag of water. Her brother made her feel wanted, loved,
special. She continued her strokes, fondling Ron's chest as she went. She
wanted to give to him, be there for him. As much as she had originally
resisted the situation, she wouldn't want to have changed this for the world
now.
Smoothly, gently, they continued to make love. As Dawn tired, her legs began
to cramp. Then Ron remembered a position he and Kumiko had used from time to
time. He had her lie on her side, and he lay behind her. He entered her from
behind.
Again, the pace was slow, calm, sensual. They both wanted it to last, and
each wanted the other to get the maximum amount of enjoyment. Ron nuzzled
her neck, and placed wet kisses there, and up to her ear. He nibbled lightly
on her ear, which made her giggle. This night was like many nights before
the pregnancy, and Dawn was in heaven.
Ron was also in heaven, but mainly because he realized how sexy he thought
his sister looked. Sure, you had to make allowances to have sex this way,
but it was worth it when your girl looked as good as this!
Finally, they both started ascending that ultimate ladder of passion. Still
keeping it gentle, but increasing the pace, both neared their summit. Dawn
began to moan lightly, and pushed back at him with more urgency. Ron was
panting, and stroking into her faster and faster. Soon, they came together,
in a confluence of moans, and tangled limbs. Both fell asleep for a short
while.
When he awoke, Dawn was looking at him. "Thank you, little brother. You made
me feel like a real woman tonight." She'd never said anything like that to
him before. She embraced him, and they kissed again, gently. They held each
other for some time. Dawn eventually fell asleep, and Ron disengaged himself
from the scene.
Kumiko was waiting in his room. "Is Dawn well, Master?"
"Yes, Kumiko. She was just a little depressed, and she thought I didn't like
her anymore. Just a misunderstanding. She is much better now."
"Please, Master, come over here, that I may give you a back rub?"
This was new. Usually, he was the one giving rubs. He didn't mind, he
actually enjoyed caressing beautiful girl-flesh. But, he was pretty tight
right now, with all the walking, and holding Dawn and all.
"Okay, Kumiko, you talked me into it." He was asleep long before she
stopped.
It was the last day before Christmas break. The jeweler had managed a minor
miracle, getting the necklaces finished in time for him to give one to his
very special teacher friend.
As class broke up, he walked up to Mrs. Hayes' desk. He was a little
apprehensive. He didn't know whether she would accept the gift or not. Its'
cost really wasn't the issue, it was simply a symbol of his... love,
protection, well-wishing, friendship, and all those gushy things he didn't
think much about, but felt anyway.
"Mrs. Hayes?" He laid the box on her desk.
"What's this?"
"Just a Christmas present for you. Go ahead, open it."
Rather than having the box wrapped, he had simply chosen a very festive box
to put it in. She lifted the lid off the box, to find a velvet covered one
inside. This she opened slowly, and her breath caught in her throat.
It was a 24 karat gold band necklace, with small diamond chips embedded in
the front. At the very front, it dipped into a sort of "v" shape, and set at
the vertex of the vee was a stunning emerald of the deepest green. When she
looked up, there were tears in her eyes.
"Oh, Ron! This is beautiful! But, it must have cost a fortune, I can't-"
"Yes, you can. I can't take it back, anyway. It was custom designed for you.
Go ahead, put it on."
She pulled it out of the box and slipped it around her neck. It fit almost
as if she had been fitted for it. It clung to her in the way only custom
jewelry can.
"But, how..."
"Let's just say I have a really good memory. I hope you like it."
Nancy stood up and came around her desk. She gave Ron a big hug, but not a
kiss, as other students were starting to wander in.
"Yes, Ron, I like it very much. Thank you. Have a Merry Christmas."
Ron left happy, knowing she really liked it, and that she would wear it all
the time.
Later, in Tutoring, he saw Michelle, and gave her a gift. Not a necklace
this time, as they had a special meaning. This was a small pin, not
overdone, in a symbol she didn't recognize.
"Thank you, Ron, but what's it mean?"
It was a trio of concentric circles, with four lines radiating out from
center. The pin was created using rubies, sapphires, and diamonds, for that
red-white-and-blue effect.
"You'll find out, eventually. I just thought you might like it."
She gave him a hug, and then he had to take the good-natured razzing from
the rest of the class.
When everything had settled in and the students had gotten down to work, Ron
and Linda had a chance to talk quietly. She had seen Michelle's gift, and
had felt a severe twinge of envy. She decided to twist Ron's tail a bit.
"So, where's my gift, lover?" She said with a twinkle in her eye, but
quietly enough that no one heard her.
"Well, I have it with me, but I'd prefer not to give it to you."
"How come?"
"I'd rather give it to you Christmas morning. Can you come to my house for
Christmas? We'll have a nice, quiet morning, and then we can open gifts, and
eat..." He stopped, because he saw a tear in her eye. 'How come everybody's
crying around me?' "What's wrong?"
"Oh, Ron, it's just that it's been so long since anyone cared what I did on
Christmas. I'd be happy to join you and your family." She grabbed his hand
and squeezed, and he rested his hand on top of hers, all hidden from the
class by his body, since his back was to them.
Christmas morning came, and of course, Nikki and Tammy were the first up.
They'd already woken up Mom, now they came in to wake up Ron. He had slept
alone that night, expecting he'd need what little sleep he'd gotten.
They both started jumping up and down on his bed excitedly, doing their
absolute best to make sure he was awake. That is, until Nikki jumped a
little too close, and he quickly reached up and snatched her into a
ferocious hug. Tammy joined in, and they all shared a wonderful Christmas
embrace.
The entire family headed downstairs, to see a whole new wonderland. Ron had
spent a good portion of the night arranging gifts under the tree, and hiding
clues for Dawn. Her new car was in the garage, had been for a couple of
days, but no one ever went in the garage, by his instructions. Sandra turned
to him when she saw the spread.
"Ron! What happened down here?"
"Santa was busy, I guess." He replied with a mischievous grin. He was
thoroughly enjoying playing Santa this year. His family never had enough
around Christmas, and they'd always had to 'make due'. This year was
different. He'd gotten them all wonderful gifts, had given each an allowance
to spend on presents themselves, and he'd set everything up beautifully.
A wonderful smell arose from the kitchen. "What is that?" asked Megan.
"Let's go see" answered Ron. As they reached the bottom of the stairs,
Kumiko came out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of pastries.
"It's a special, family recipe." She explained. "Ron asked me to have
breakfast ready for the family. I was honored." She set the plate down on
the table, and went to give Ron a hug. "Thank you, Master. You have honored
your servant by allowing her to participate."
The smaller gifts were opened right after breakfast. Ron had told everyone
there would be two waves of gifts from him. Megan and Jess blushed at some
of their gifts, but their eyes twinkled with ideas. Sandra was overjoyed at
some of the outfits he had gotten her. 'Girls are so easy to buy for. Get
them clothes, and they gush all over you. Ick.'
The girls had all worked very hard on buying him presents. He had
consciously not bought himself all the neat stuff he wanted, so they could
have fun buying it for him. He got a new telescope, a radio-control truck, a
couple of model airplanes, and generally stuff that a fourteen year-old kid
likes.
Everyone had settled into a mid-morning lull, when the doorbell rang.
"I wonder who would show up on Christmas morning?" Sandra asked.
"A guest of mine, probably. I'll get it." Ron walked to the front door. Upon
opening it, he found Linda, decked out in a beautiful red and green ensemble
that, rather than looking tacky, as Ron thought most did, this one looked
wonderfully festive, and hugged her body in all the right ways.
"Merry Christmas, Ron! Am I early?"
"No. Actually, I expected you a half hour ago, but no worry, we waited for
you. C'mon in." He took her coat and hung it in the closet, then brought her
into the living room and introduced her around.
"Welcome to our home." Sandra offered.
"Thank you, Mrs. Chaffey." Linda sat down on the couch with her, so that
they could chat.
"Please, call me Sandra."
"Okay, everybody! Now that our guest is here, we can proceed with the
remainder of the gift-giving."
"You mean there's more?" Sandra asked. Even though he'd told her, she really
hadn't believed him until now.
"Of course there's more! You didn't think I'd let you guys get me all this
neat stuff, and leave you all with clothes, did you?" Ron laughed, and he
asked Kumiko and Megan to help him. He went to the closet, and they pulled
out additional gifts for the family.
"Now, it is important the order in which these are opened, so we'll do them
one at a time. First, Mom."
Sandra fairly tore into her package, to find a new computer carry-case.
"Thank you, honey! It's great!"
Ron rolled his eyes a bit. "Mom. Open it."
"Huh?" She opened the case up to see her new computer. "Oh! Ron, it's just
what I needed!" She reached over and gave him a hug. He glanced at Linda,
and she winked at him.
"Okay, now, Megan and Jess, you may open yours." Both were small boxes.
Inside each was a card. On the card were the words: "I grant you one wish.
You may tell me later what it is you wish for." They both thanked him for
their gifts, and whispered to each other something Ron couldn't hear.
"Nikki? Tammy? Here's yours." Kumiko, who was his co-conspirator in all
this, had left the room shortly before. Both little girls opened their small
boxes. Inside each box was a card. On this card were the words: "Turn
around." It's really hard to put a puppy in a box. Both girls turned around
as Kumiko set the dogs on the floor. The dogs scampered over to their new
owners, who proceeded to hug and cuddle them. Ron really liked being Santa.
Dawn was sitting quietly in a chair by the window. Ron walked over and
handed her an envelope. "Sis, you're the oldest of us Chaffey kids, so you
have to work a little harder for your gift."
"Hmm? What do you mean?" She opened the envelope and read: "This begins your
journey. On the back of this card is a clue. There are a series of these
clues throughout the house. You may ask for help from any family member. On
the other hand, this family member may exact a price for their help. You may
only ask for help from Ron twice. He WILL exact a price for his help. Good
luck!"
With that, Dawn set about a forty-five minute search, running back and forth
throughout the house, finding clues, and asking for help now and again. He,
Sandra, and Linda stayed in the living room, chatting amicably while the
rest of the children ran around with Dawn. Finally, they all came back in to
the living room.
"Ron, I found what I guess is the last clue, but I'm not sure what it
means."
"Read it to me."
"'From a place you've never been,
To a place you shouldn't be...
Enter in through forbidden doors,
And your present you shall see.' I don't get it."
"Are you asking for my help?" Ron asked jovially.
"No! Not yet, anyway."
"Okay, I'll give you some sideways help. Where did you just come from?"
"The attic."
"Have you ever been there before?"
"No."
"So, you were in 'a place you've never been', right?"
"Yeah..."
"Where's the only place I've asked y'all not to go?"
"The garage!" And everyone got up to go to the garage. They stopped at the
door, marked "Do Not Enter", and a small sign, under that, newly added,
marked "Forbidden". "How'd I miss that?" She pushed open the door, and
flipped on the light. And there sat a brand new shiny black Ford Explorer.
Dawn nearly wept for joy. She hugged Ron furiously, and went to check out
her new wheels. Linda leaned over to whisper in Ron's ear.
"Nice touch, guy." Ron nodded, and his mother gave him a kiss.
After a few minutes of watching everyone pore over the new truck, Ron
cleared his throat. "Is everyone forgetting something?"
They all stared at each other, unclear what it was he wanted. Was he looking
for a thank you? What? Nikki spoke for the group. "What is it, big brother?"
"Kumiko has not yet received her gift. If we could all return to the living
room..." And, after a second, everyone laughed, Kumiko included. In all the
excitement, she had completely forgotten herself.
The family reassembled in the living room. Ron presented Kumiko with a
rather large box. She carefully opened it, to reveal a large, elaborate,
wooden music box. It was made from many kinds of wood, and entirely
hand-crafted. Even the mechanisms inside had been hand-tooled and assembled.
Inside, when the box was opened, was a beautiful oriental figure sitting in
a garden. The music was a favorite Japanese tune of Kumiko's.
"When I saw it, it made me think of you." Ron explained.
Kumiko gently set it down on the coffee table, and, uncharacteristically,
threw herself at him and embraced him with all her might. There were no
words, no way she could express the love she felt at this moment for this
man. Ron took it in stride. He hadn't known what to expect, and was
pleasantly surprised by this reaction.
Eventually, they separated, and Ron had everyone sit down again.
"Now, each of you has one final gift coming." This caused a mild stir, but
Ron motioned for calm. "Not all of us are named Chaffey, and not everyone
knows what we're all about. But, I consider everyone in this room a member
of my Family." He looked to Linda, who was blushing slightly. "As such, I
wanted to give each of you something that would in some way identify you as
a member of my Family. So..." He handed out eight small boxes, one to each
lady. "Please open them all at the same time."
Eight boxes opened, and eight females took a breath. Even the younger ones
had enough appreciation of fine work to admire the beauty and craftsmanship
in their necklaces. Theirs were, for obvious reasons, smaller and simpler
than the rest, but still very special, and made specifically for them.
Linda was flabbergasted. She had expected some small token. Her necklace was
similar to Mrs. Hayes', but contained a ruby at the vee instead of an
emerald. The rest of the family had a slightly different style, less ornate.
Theirs each contained a large gemstone, right above the vee, and a letter
pendent, covered with diamonds, below the vee. The letter was their first
initial. Tammy and Nikki both had a smaller jewel, a citrine, with their
initial in basic gold with silver accents. There was no plating on these
necklaces: this was the real thing. Dawn had a gorgeous deep sapphire. Megan
and Jess both had an emerald so pure it almost seemed to glow against their
skin. Sandra had a diamond of excellent purity.
Kumiko's was the oddest of all. Hers had been the most elaborate, yet the
most subdued at the same time. Hers did not contain a letter pendant,
instead, it was lined with small diamonds, down to the vee, from which was
suspended a jewel that resembled a diamond, but which was so perfectly
clear, it almost acted like a magnifying glass. Kumiko, unconcerned about
the value of the gem, slipped it around her neck carefully. Immediately, she
felt a strange sense of warmth, of security. She gave Ron a curious look,
and he noticed and walked over to her.
He whispered in her ear. "I'll explain later. Don't worry about it now." She
seemed to accept that, and everyone carried on with the celebration, which
could now get into full swing.
Later, as the day flowed on, Kumiko and Ron had a chance to talk alone.
"Master, what is happening to me?" She described what she felt, and Ron
compared it to what he had read. 'Good. It's working.'
"Kumiko, for a long time, I've known that the Family needed a leader."
"You are our leader, Master."
"Well, yes, but I mean, a leader among the rest, so that, when I am not
here, decisions can be made in an emergency. I thought about Mom, but she's
not always here either, since she's chosen to keep working, plus she's still
not fully recovered psychologically from Marinda's attack." Ron had done
what he could, but without messing up her personality, which he refused to
do, he couldn't figure a way to clear that issue out. "Anyway, I have
decided that you will be the leader of the girls. You will have some new
responsibilities, and in order to help out with that, I have given you that
necklace."
"I do not understand."
'How to explain this to someone who knows nothing of psionic powers?' "Look
at it this way. You know I have powers, right?"
"Yes, Master. The entire Family has spoken of them."
"Well, that necklace allows you to access a very limited amount of my
powers. It allows you to do two important things. Number one, it will let
you call me with your mind, if the Family is ever in trouble or needs help.
Second, it will let you use my mental energy to fight off an attack by
another one who has powers like mine." Ron sensed somehow that this would
become necessary sooner rather than later.
"I'm still not sure I understand, Master, but it will be as you say." Kumiko
was willing to accept whatever he told her. He was tempted to tell her the
sky was green and the moon was made of cow manure, just to see how she'd
react, but he didn't.
As the day wore on, it started to get dark. Linda and Ron had time for a
warm discussion of their relationship, which both fervently hoped would
continue. Then, around seven o'clock, they heard sirens outside.
"I wonder what that's about?" She said.
"Let's go see." Ron's new home sat on the front edge of their property, as
did all the houses in this area, so the house across the street was pretty
close. That was where the cars had gone.
Sandra, Linda, and Ron stepped out to see what was going on. They saw the
policemen dragging a young girl, somewhere between Nikki's and Ron's ages,
out of the house, kicking and screaming. Linda stormed across the street.
"How dare you treat a young child in that manner! Release her immediately."
One of the officers raised his baton to strike her down, then froze stiff.
The other saw this, and let go of the child to pull his gun. He never got it
out of the holster. Ron walked across the street.
The child was clinging to Linda now, staring back at the two officers. So
was Linda. The men were still struggling; they weren't dead, they just
couldn't move.
"How do, officers? I don't seem to remember from the books I've read
anything about trying to harm civilians who question your procedures." Ron
deliberately talked himself up to these men, though he thought he might have
just gone over their heads, given the dimwitted looks on their faces. Ron
had respect for most officers, but these two were scum. He could tell. "You
will not harm this woman, or the child. What is the issue here?" He released
them carefully. Both moved hesitantly, as if they weren't sure they were
supposed to be able to move now.
"Just look, you little cretin! The one pointed to a bloody body lying on the
ground some sixty feet away. Linda gasped, and Ron figured it to be the
young girl's father.
"Yeah, so? Do you think she" he motioned to the girl, "did it? Are you that
stupid?"
"She's the only one in the house. Her mother's dead too." The girl didn't
shudder, didn't flinch at the mention of her parents' demise. However, the
bruises were evident on her face. "I suppose she punched herself, then? Or
did you put those there?"
"Why, you little mother-" The man began to swing the baton, then found
himself lying on the concrete, thirty feet away. He felt like he'd just been
run over by a very angry truck. "Ohhhhhhh. Aw shit. What the hell happened?"
He was dazed, but the other cop wasn't. He finished pulling his gun.
"Drop the gun, officer, or I will crush your skull." The man felt the
pressure start to build at his temples. "You can't kill me fast enough to
survive. The girl is not a threat. You have caused enough trouble here. The
young lady can stay with us across the street for the night, until Social
Services can come by tomorrow. Go, file your report. You will not make any
mention of me or my activities. Oh, and one more thing." The man had turned
to go, and now turned back with a questioning look. "If you ever mess with
my Family again, I'll find something to do to you that will be worse than
death." The cop staggered over to his friend, and they both got in the car.
Ron knew they couldn't leave, but that wasn't important. Ron and Linda
guided the girl over to the Chaffey house. She hadn't said a word yet. Ron
knew something was up.
"What's your name?" Linda asked. No response. Linda looked to Ron.
"Suggestions?"
Ron began a mind probe of the girl. Her name was Karen, and she had just
killed both of her parents. Why? Well, they had been beating and raping her
for the last two years. 'Sounds like a good reason to me.' He knew she
really had killed them, but he wanted to know how. He kept searching her
memories, then found a bright, glowing orb isolated from everything else.
'What in the hell.... Wait a minute! '... it will resemble a bright, glowing
ball of energy. Do not approach, or you may be harmed by an automatic
internal defense.' Her Ability Sphere! She's a psionic! How many of us are
there in this area? Well, I'm not about to test that line about internal
defenses...' Ron pulled out, and asked Linda if she could get him a glass of
water. She had watched in awe for the last five minutes, not having the
faintest idea what was going on, but knowing the two of them were
communicating somehow, because their movements had exactly synced.
"Karen?" She tried to focus on him, but didn't quite make it. He knew it was
just the shock of the event. "Karen? C'mon. Time to wake up now." Just
talking to her was helping her out of it. Linda came back with the water. He
took a sip, then continued. "Hey, Karen. I've got some nice cool water here
for you. Wake up, girl. Wake up, Karen." Ron continued like this for another
minute or so. Finally, she started to come around.
"C'mon Kar.... ah, there we go." She had finally managed to focus on his
face. She didn't smile. Not that he'd expected her to, but it would have
been nice to see, anyway. She was a wreck. Her dirty blonde hair was tangled
and matted with blood and stuff he didn't need to guess at. Her face had a
massive bruise on the one side, and her lip was cut. There were bruises on
her arms where he could see, and he supposed there were more where he
couldn't.
"Who...who're you?" It wasn't an accusation, and there was no fear in the
question. It was just a question.
"My name is Ron Chaffey. I live across the street from you. You are in my
house right now. You are safe here." He made that last pronouncement with
some degree of force, to make sure she believed it.
"I... I killed my Mom and Dad. They were..."
"I know. Don't worry about it."
"I... felt... you. In my head. Are you... like me?"
"Yes, Karen. I am a lot like you. And I will help you all I can. If you'll
let me. You can stay here tonight, if you like."
She reached out, and hugged him. She squeezed tight enough that he struggled
to breath a little. He realized that she was crying quietly now.
"Linda, go get Kumiko, please?" Linda departed, and returned with Kumiko at
her side. Kumiko gasped at the sight of the little girl. "Kumiko, see if you
can find something that will fit her. She will be staying the night." Ron
was, even now, probing her body for injuries. He fixed what was there.
Luckily, there was nothing serious, this time, but he found plenty of
evidence of previous mistreatments. 'Well, at least those two got what they
deserved.'
Kumiko returned with a kimono that she no longer wore. It was big on her,
but not overly so, since Kumiko was a small person, and Karen was big for
her age.
"What shall we do, Master?" Kumiko asked.
"I don't know, Kumiko. I don't know." Meanwhile, Karen slept in his arms.


Chapter 4: New Friends, Old Friends, and Trouble on the Horizon

The next few days were more hectic than Ron would have preferred for his
Christmas holiday. The next day, Social Services showed up to claim the
girl.
"Hello, my name is Heidi Gallagher. I am here to pick up little Karen."
"Please, come in. Karen is with Ron in the living room." Sandra led her in,
and introduced her. Sandra sat down in a chair, but Ms. Gallagher seemed to
be in a hurry.
"Come, Karen. We need to go." Karen, startled, backed up behind Ron, who had
risen upon Heidi's entrance. "Come now, we have no time for this."
"Ms. Gallagher," Ron interjected, "You have all the manners of a barbarian,
and no interpersonal skills at all." Ron was re-reading some of his
psychology, and had picked up quite a bit of the lingo.
"Excuse me, young man, but I am a very busy woman. I don't have time for
this childish nonsense." She huffed.
"But, ma'am, she is a child. And it isn't nonsense to her. She's terrified
of you." Ron replied reasonably.
"I won't go with her!" Karen screamed.
"Oh, you don't have a choice, young lady."
"Yes, she does." Karen moved in what would have been an agressive motion,
but Ron stopped her. 'Let me handle this. I will protect you.' Karen nodded.
Ron turned to the woman. "What would you do with her? Stick her in an
orphanage?"
"That is where she belongs." Heidi snapped.
"No, I don't think so." Ron engaged the woman's eyes. "You will draw up and
bring back here the papers to put her in our custody. You will handle any
necessary court details." Ron released her, and, without a word, she left.
Ron turned to Karen, who nearly strangled him with a hug.
"Thank you!"
"Honey? I know we've got the room and all, but do we really want to take on
another person?" Sandra asked.
"It's our duty, Mom. We don't have a choice. I interfered with the police,
so that makes her my responsibility. If I wasn't going to make sure she was
okay, I never should have stepped in to begin with." This sounded reasonable
enough to everyone, and the matter was dropped.
Over the next few days, a small army of people came to interview the family
in the house. Ron had to make adjustments to just about everyone, but, in
the end, the paperwork was signed and filed. Karen Pritchart, newly
orphaned, was now a ward of the Chaffey extended family. Ron had just one
more issue to handle.
Mike showed up on January 3.
"You said you had a minor emergency, Ron. I can't imagine much that you
couldn't handle alone." Then they entered the living room, where Karen was
sitting. "Oh. Hello, I don't think we've met." Mike introduced himself, and
Karen nodded sheepishly. "So, what's up?"
Ron answered, "Well, it's Karen here. She's a psionic."
"Oh? New to the area?"
"No, she's been living in the house across the street for the past four
years now."
"Curious. I'll have to check and see who surveyed this area last. So, I
guess we'll need to sign her up for CAMP, hmm?"
"Well, that is up to her. I have only vaguely discussed it with her, since
I'm not cleared for recruitment procedures. I'll leave you two to it, I've
got something to look after." Ron went to leave the room, and as he did so,
noticed the worry on Karen's face. "Don't worry, I'm not leaving. I'll be in
the kitchen, or upstairs. I'll be back before he leaves. He won't bite.
Much." He said the last with a grin, and at least got a small one in return.
After checking in on family members, handling some personal things that
others couldn't do for him, and getting himself something to eat, he
re-entered the living room.
"No."
"So, you don't want to be a member of CAMP?"
"That's not what I said."
Mike threw up his hands in exasperation.
"What's up?" Ron asked.
"She won't go to CAMP, but she won't refuse membership, either. We've never
had anyone this... stubborn."
'What's the problem, Karen?'
'I don't trust him, or the guys he's talking about.'
'But, Karen, I am one of the guys he's talking about.'
'You're different. You saved me. Why can't you teach me?'
"No."
"What?" Mike, not being the rude type, hadn't been following along on the
mental conversation that just went on.
"Why not?" Karen wanted to know.
"I'm not qualified."
"You're teaching Michelle." She had stopped by a couple of days ago, and so
the three had a little get-together of the minds.
"Karen, I'm teaching Michelle like, really basic stuff. I can't teach the
big, important stuff."
"Why not?" This was from Mike, who had finally caught on, and couldn't
resist a perfect opportunity to get Ron involved in something he was
perfectly suited for, but would resist strongly.
"C'mon, Mike! I'm still learning this stuff myself. I'm no teacher."
"We're all still learning, kiddo. And you're as good as any instructor we've
got at CAMP. If she's willing to learn at your hand, that's just fine by us.
Just use the handbook."
Karen was satisfied. Mike was satisfied. Ron was terrified.
"What if I screw up?"
"What if you do? We all do, sooner or later. It's just like teaching any
other subject. The really important stuff, you won't slip up on. The rest,
if you don't explain it right, well, it just won't work, that's all. Then
you can explain it again, and then maybe you'll get it right."
"Ron? Please?" Karen was pleading with him. She was 12, and she was really
good at pleading. Ron had been good at pleading at that age, too. He hated
it when girls pleaded with him, because he could never say no.
"Oh, okay. But I'm gonna regret this."
"Nah. No worries, Ron. Okay, if we can just get her parents to sign these
forms....then...we........what?" Ron and Karen were looking at him with one
of those expressions.
"She doesn't have any parents."
"What happened to them?"
"Well, let's say they took an early departure into the hereafter."
"I killed them!" Karen was rather more direct. Mike just sat, stunned.
"Ron?" He was looking for an explanation. Ron took pity on him.
"Her parents were abusive, and so she finally took matters into her own
hands. Probably what awakened The Ability so early. The police were, shall
we say, more interested in closing the case than her safety, and so I had to
come to her defense."
"I see. Well, then, who is guardian?"
"My mother, officially."
"In other words, you."
"You could say that."
"Sign here." Mike indicated all the places. It wasn't legally binding, as
such, because Ron was underage. However, CAMP rules forbade allowing the
follower of a member to sign binding forms. "Well, that takes care of that.
What about her schooling?"
"She goes to the junior high. She will continue to do so."
"Very good. No problem there. Good day, and good luck to you both." With
that, Mike trotted off to his car.
"Thank you."
"I'm going to regret this..." Ron knew he wasn't going to like this
arrangement. He was wrong.
Weeks went by, and Karen's skills started to improve. As did both her
appearance, and her confidence. They had taken her shopping to get her new
clothes, and had gotten her all those nice things that girls like. Ron did
not accompany them on that trip: he couldn't bear the thought of watching
women wading through clothing. But, she put on a fashion show of sorts when
they got back, and he couldn't say he disapproved of their tastes.
Finally, in mid-February, The Day arrived. It was time for Dawn to lose a
little weight, and Ron and Sandra took her to the hospital. It wasn't a long
labor, only about 45 minutes or so. Amazingly easy for a first, his mother
said.
Ron and his Mom stepped in after the birth to see them both. It was a brand
new baby boy. His eyes were a startling blue: he realized that they were the
color of Kumiko's eyes. Most babies are born with blue eyes, of course, but
Kumiko apparently had never lost that brilliance in hers.
"Ron? We never talked about what to name him." Ron thought for a second.
"What would you like to name him?" He asked.
"I don't know. Mom?"
"I really hadn't thought about it, Dawn. I assumed you two had discussed
it."
They hadn't, but Ron came up with a name quickly. "Nathan Conrad."
"That's pretty. Why those two, Ron?" Dawn inquired.
"That names him after each of our grandfathers."
"Oh. I didn't know what Grandpa Miller's name was. Nathan Conrad Chaffey."
And so, a new life emerged into the world.
'I wonder if he'll have my gift? Better for him if he doesn't. It puts an
awful lot of responsibility on you.' Ron didn't know the half of it, yet.
One of Ron's jobs, as field agent, was to routinely scan the latents in his
area, to see if any were ready for contact by Mr. McGavin. He had yet to
find one, but he really didn't expect them to be springing up like they were
already.
He was on the trail of one now. He was a 19 year old college student. Ron
looked older than his age, but there was no way he was passing for a college
student. He meandered about campus, trying to look inconspicuous, and
working to locate his target. He thought he'd found him, when a little
trouble arose.
"Get off our campus, kid." This was some jock. 'Probably here on a football
sholarship.' He was big, mean, and ugly.
"What?"
"I said get off our campus. No squirts or pipsqueaks allowed."
Just then, a clean-cut boy with black hair walked up. He was 5'6" tall,
thin, not muscular, pretty much a bookworm type. "What's up, Bruce?"
"Stay out of this, dickweed. I'm gonna pound this little dude."
Just then, Bruce found himself lying on his back. 'Huh? Wait, I didn't do
anything...' He realized that Bruce must have been knocked down by the other
guy.
Ron did a very quick scan. 'Okay, this is my target. Right name, address,
there's the Ability Sphere, and it's ready for contact.' Ron mumbled a
"Thanks," and quickly got out of there.
'Geez. What is this world coming to? I can't even walk along quietly on a
college campus anymore!'
It was April, and life was good. Dawn and her baby were coming along nicely.
Ron didn't pay all that much attention to the infant, not really feeling
much in the way of a paternal instinct kicking in. He played with the little
guy, but not much else. He left the less pleasant jobs to more qualified,
and, less powerful, individuals, like Megan, Jess, and Dawn. He had taken
some sympathy on his sister, by assigning Jess to infant duty during the
night. That way, Dawn could at least get some sleep.
Ron was wandering the halls after school one day, when he heard a familiar
voice coming from an office.
"Oh, yes. He's a wonderful student, too." That was Mrs. Hayes voice, he was
sure of it.
"Well, he makes a splendid tutor." And that was Linda! Ron couldn't pass up
the opportunity to find out what they were talking about. He walked in
through the open doorway.
"I couldn't help but notice you were chatting about me. Is there some
reason?" He asked in a playful tone that both ladies recognized.
"Well, I just happened to notice that Mrs. Hayes there has a beautiful
necklace that seemed, well, rather similar to mine."
"It ought to. They're identical except for the stone."
"Yes, so I see. We were about to, um... compare notes, in a way."
Ron stepped over and closed the door. "Go ahead." He smiled, and winked. "I
don't mind."
Nancy gave in first. "I don't think just talking will do. How about you,
Linda?"
"No, not at all. I think a visual display would be best." The ladies
advanced on him, both already unbuttoning their blouses.
Ron feigned fright. "Now, ladies, please... I'm fragile, I might break."
Linda ran her hand across his crotch. "Oooh. No. You're hard, but I don't
think you're fragile." She pulled his shirt off over his head. Nancy bent
down to work at his jeans. She got them off, then let Linda take over while
she removed the rest of her clothes.
Linda pulled down his briefs, revealing his hard, throbbing dick. She licked
her lips at the very sight of it. "Oh, it's been a few weeks since I've
played with this." She wrapped her fingers softly around his prick, and
started jacking as she sucked the head into her mouth.
Nancy had undressed fully now, and was massaging Ron's chest as she kissed
him passionately. Both women seemed on fire. Ron wondered if he ought not to
have them over for a weekend sometime. 'I'm not sure I could survive both
for that long!'
Ron rearranged people a little. He laid Nancy across the desk, and dove
right into her muff, licking and sucking with wild abandon. Linda returned
to his cock, taking more of it into her mouth now. Nancy was moaning from
the attention.
Ron was close to coming, he knew that. There was no stopping it. He
increased his pace on Nancy's pussy. She started the little shudders he'd
come to recognize as a small orgasm, just then he came himself, pouring his
seed down Linda's throat. She took it all, and sucked him hard again.
It was only fair that Linda get some attention now, as she was the only one
who hadn't come yet. Ron bent her over the desk, just over Nancy. Linda
started eating out Nancy, and Ron pushed his rod into Linda from behind. She
gave a deep moan, and pushed back. Ron pulled out so that just his head was
in, then plunged back in. Slowly, in and out, in and out. He worked as slow
a pace as he could handle. Linda was eating Nancy's pussy, licking up and
down the slit, then taking her clit into her mouth and lightly nipping it
with her teeth.
Nancy was shuddering constantly now, and the spasms were becoming more and
more violent. Linda was fucking back at Ron with some force, and Ron was
pushing into Linda faster and faster. Just then, Linda went rigid, and let
out a yelp. She strangled it as much as she could, for there were other
people in the building. Her orgasm lasted for almost a minute. Ron pulled
out of her, and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her softly, gently,
sensuously.
"It was good for me, too." She responded breathlessly.
Ron gently helped her into a chair. She had always been kind of out of it
after good sex. But he still had to please Nancy.
Nancy reached out and took his cock in hand. He had softened just slightly,
so she sucked him until he was good and hard again.
"Now I want you inside me, lover. Make me come!"
Ron plunged into her now well-lubricated hole. She wasn't interested in slow
today. She wanted it hot and fast. She wrapped her legs around his ass and
pulled him into her as far and as fast as she could manage. Ron started
massaging her wonderful tits. He squeezed and twisted the nipples, and she
mewled in pleasure. She loved it.
Quickly she started to climb to her orgasm. She pummelled him into her
faster and faster. Then, as she was about to come, she pulled him down to
her and kissed him. As she climaxed, she screamed into his mouth, still
wrestling with his tongue.
They remained like that for some minutes, both of them coming down from one
of their better performances.
"Oh... Damn...that was....just wonderful!" Nancy said.
Ron felt a soft body behind him, that embraced him in a glorious hug. "We
were also talking about something else, Ron."
"Oh? I don't think I'm up to any more today!"
"No, not that. Both of us are single. Both of us live in a fairly expensive
apartment. Both of us wish we could spend more time with you...." She
trailed off, hoping Nancy would continue, but Ron picked up for her.
"So, you were wondering if there was room at the Chaffey house for you two?"
Both women nodded. "Well, we do have two bedrooms left, but I did want to
have a guest room..." He was teasing. They knew it, but they also worried
that, just maybe, he wasn't.
"We'll share a room!" insisted Nancy. "That's not a problem. Neither of us
has much stuff!" Linda agreed.
Ron just shook his head. "Ladies, you're impossible. Of course you're
welcome in my home, so long as you live by the rules, and you understand
who's in charge."
"Why, you are, Ron." Nancy said. Linda nodded agreement.
"See? You know the most important rule already. You can move in over the
weekend, if you like."
'Well, if I don't survive, at least I'll go out happy!'
It was late May, school was out, and life was fine. Little Nathan was a
healthy, growing boy. Dr. Brown was out to see him every couple weeks. She
didn't normally do house calls, but Ron hadn't given her a choice in the
matter. He was still torturing her unmercifully, making her wet and excited
anytime she was near him. She couldn't understand it, she wasn't attracted
to him at all. On Ron's part, it was just a fun diversion.
Karen's skills were really coming along well. He had gotten her to master
all of the defense techniques early on, and they practiced on each other
regularly, and on Michelle, whenever she would stop by. Right now Karen was
mastering the art of telekinesis, moving all sorts of things around the
house. The rest of the family had gotten used to these lessons, and no
longer complained that their stuff wasn't where they'd left it. One morning,
Ron was teaching Karen about levitation, when he got a strange sensation, as
if he were being watched. He knew that was impossible; there were at present
three telepaths in the house, since Michelle was visiting, and any
telepathic communication, send or receive, would have been instantly noted.
Still, the feeling was there.
"Hang on a second, Kar. I need to check on something." Ron went upstairs to
his room. He had made some modifications to the window in his room that
allowed him to look out, without anyone outside being able to tell. 'I
really ought to just install cameras. It'd be easier.' Sure enough, across
the street, was a tall man dressed in a black trenchcoat. 'Trenchcoat? In
May? Talk about conspicuous.' He knew the man was not scanning him, but,
since he did not know if the man was a psionic or not, he wouldn't risk a
scan of his own. He studied the man for a few minutes, until he moved off.
Ron filed the incident in the back of his mind. 'Strange. Very strange.'
Over the summer, this event was repeated many times. Ron began to wonder if
someone were watching him because they knew, or suspected, what he was. 'Or,
maybe' he thought, 'it's an inspector from Social Services. No, that's nuts.
Why would they bother doing it like that?' Finally, in early July, an event
occured that solved the matter for him.
It was late morning, around eleven, when the doorbell rang. Nikki went to
answer the door, and nearly bolted back into the living room, where Ron was
reading.
"What's up, Nik? Who's at the door?" Then he saw past Nikki to.... 'No, I
must be seeing things. I can't possibly be seeing who I'm seeing.' But he
was. Standing in the doorway, in clothes that hung from her body, torn and
even bloody, stood Marinda.
"Ronnn....." Was all she managed, before collapsing to the floor.
"Shit. Okay, Nikki, go get Kumiko, Mom, and Linda." Nikki ran to do as she
was instructed. Ron walked over and closed the front door. Then he examined
Marinda without touching her. She moaned, but refused to wake up when he
shook her. His 'counseling team', as he'd taken to calling them, came in
just then. They all gasped at the sight of her, but neither Kumiko nor
Sandra would approach.
"Get her out of here, Ron!" screamed Sandra.
"Chill out, Mom. She can't hurt you. Heck, I can't even get her to wake up.
Help me move her into the spare bedroom." He finally convinced them to come
over and move her. "Kumiko, I'm going to put you in charge of caring for
her." He continued in a whisper to her, "Use the necklace if there's
trouble, and send someone to get me when she wakes up." Kumiko nodded, Ron
told Linda to stay with her, and then he took his Mom out of the room.
"I don't like it, Ron. She could be trouble."
"Mom, you don't understand. James got rid of her powers. She can't hurt you
anymore. And, even if she did still have her powers, James told me before
that it was my fault she could get to you, because of some things I hadn't
done. Well, I've done all those things now. It'll be fine, but I need to
know why she came here, even after I ordered them not to."
Sandra didn't argue, but was not happy about things. Ron could tell, but
there was nothing he could do. He needed to know what Marinda knew. "So,
what's for lunch?"
She was being chased. They were getting closer, closer, reaching out for
her. She turned to fight them off, only to find she had no hands. She opened
her mouth to scream, but emitted only a whisper.
"You might as well give in. You're powerless... powerless..."
Marinda bolted upright in bed, startling the others in the room. Quickly she
looked about. Three feet from her was a familiar face, though she couldn't
put a name to it.
It was late afternoon when Marinda awoke. Kumiko was still at her post, but
Megan was sitting in with her now. Marinda sat upright and scanned the room.
Kumiko was uncomfortable to be this close to the woman, but she had her
orders. Even this woman deserved some sympathy, or so Ron had decided.
"Please be still. You will not be harmed here." She hoped she wasn't lying,
but really didn't know. "Master Ron has told me to look after you. Megan,
please go get Master Ron." Megan left the room to go find Ron. "Would you
like some icewater?"
"Yes, please." Marinda croaked. Her throat was parched, and she had some
difficulty swallowing. By the time she had finished the glass, Ron had
entered the room.
"Good evening. Megan, you can go now." He motioned Kumiko to a seat away
from the bed. "I am going to assume you have a good reason for coming here.
Your condition would seem to indicate you have been in some sort of fight.
Are you feeling up to telling me what is going on?"
"May I use a restroom, first?" Ron nodded, and Kumiko showed her the way,
then brought her back. She sat down on the bed, and began.
"First of all, I do remember what you are. I know you are far stronger than
I ever was. I have come to terms with what my life has become.
Unfortunately, I have a problem that I don't know how to resolve, and their
is something that you need to know. Actually, two somethings."
"Okay, what are they?"
"First off, your father, my Master, is dead." Ron nodded, and Kumiko bowed
her head. "Secondly, you are right. I was in a fight that got your father
killed. Two psionics came and broke into our house. I'm still not sure if
they were after him or me, but, without my powers, there was nothing I could
do."
"Who were they?"
"I don't know, but they weren't speaking English."
"Did you recognize the language?"
"No."
"May I scan you?" This was not unexpected. She knew he didn't trust her. She
figured he wanted to make sure she wasn't lying to him."
"Yes."
Five minutes later, he looked over at Kumiko. "Russian."
"How do you know?" Marinda asked.
"You may not recognize it, but you still remember it. I've heard enough
languages to be able to recognize regions, at least. That one is definitely
Russian."
"What does it mean, Master?" Kumiko queried.
"I don't know. Marinda, you will remain in this room. You may use the
restroom. Until I decide what to do with you, you will be our... guest is
the polite term, but prisoner will do. I don't trust you yet." Ron knew that
scans could be faked, but only by a real expert. He would do a really
in-depth scan on her after dinner. Nobody could fake that.
His further scan confirmed that Marinda was, indeed, telling the truth. She
had come to Ron because she quite simply didn't know where else to go.
The death of his father didn't upset him any. The man was a shit, and
everyone knew it. The scan showed his theory to be at least somewhat
accurate, in that his father had finally managed to hold a job for more than
a month and a half at a time. He had been a security guard at a bank when he
died.
"So, what happens to me now?" Marinda asked of Ron. They were alone in the
guest bedroom. "I have no skills, I can't get a job. What do I do now?" It
was awkward. She was fully aware that she had no real cognitive ability.
Unlike most stupid people, who are blessed with ignorance of their
ignorance, she was quite aware that she was no longer capable of living in
the real world.
"Don't worry about that for now. I'll think of something. Now, I need to
look you over, and make sure there are no serious injuries. Sit still." Ron
ran his hands lightly over her body. She shivered at his very touch, still
aware of the Power that ran through the person examining her. She was also
becoming highly aroused by his caresses, though they were much softer than
what she had grown accustomed to at his father's hands. Ron took note of her
state.
"Feel good?" He asked mischievously. He hadn't had a shot at Marinda that
night, leaving her to James. And, besides, her body wasn't exactly ugly.
"Yes, it does, sir. Very good."
"Would you like me to continue?"
"YES.... uh, please, sir." Apparently her father either hadn't thought of or
didn't like 'Master'.
"Very well. Stand up." She did as requested. Ron held her gently for a
moment, letting his eyes rove her body. She was wearing what remained of a
very nice outfit, a light yellow blouse and a tan skirt. It reminded him of
some outfits he'd seen Linda wear. Their wasn't much left of it now,
however. He gently undid the fasteners and removed her outer garments, so
that now she wore only underwear. He embraced her to remove her bra. She
seemed to like that a lot. While he was there, he gave her a kiss. He had
meant it to be quick, but it lingered, neither of them really wanting to let
go. But, alas, the bra came loose and Ron pulled back, dragging the
confining lingerie off her shoulders and down off her arms.
Marinda was in ecstasy. She had not felt pleasant caresses such as these for
a very long time. Ron's father had been a brutal man, and he'd treated her
like shit. Her life forced her to accept it, but it did not make her like
it. She could still remember fragments, mere tidbits, of what she'd been
once, and you never lose the memory that once you were a powerful
individual, one with The Ability. Knowing that was gone was the hardest
thing for her to take. Mike's beatings hadn't made things any better,
though. She was aware that Ron was directly responsible for her losing The
Ability, but there was nothing she could do, even if she'd wanted to. 'At
least he's gentle.'
Ron had removed her panties and stockings, so that she was totally nude now.
He stood back to examine her form once more. He could see the discolorations
of faded bruises, as well as the fresh black and blue splotches. 'Why is
it,' he wondered, 'that I seem to see a lot of women this way. There's got
to be some way to stop maniacs from doing this shit.' Ron moved back in, and
gave her another quick kiss, this time keeping it short.
He moved behind her, and noticed the striped welts from a severe belt
beating. 'Damn, what did I sentence this poor woman to?' Then he recalled
what she had done to his family. 'Well, maybe she got what she deserved, and
then again, maybe she's paid enough.' He decided to talk it over with the
Family later, but he was feeling sympathy for her now.
He reached out and massaged her shoulders. They were tight, tense with the
day's activity. She relaxed into his grip, letting tension drip off her
body. He couldn't effectively do more than this with her standing, so he had
her lay down on the double bed in the room. He spread his ministrations out,
expanding to cover her back, and eventually her ass and legs. He spent a
considerable amount of time just relaxing her body.
Eventually, she turned over to face him. He had been doing some healing work
while he was rubbing, and she was feeling a lot better now. She thanked him
with her eyes, but with her mouth, she said. "You will hurt me, just like
your father did."
"No, I won't. I may pass you to someone who might, but I will not personally
cause you any physical pain." He made himself very specific on that. He
wasn't into sadism, and didn't understand how anyone could do that crap.
"Look, I punished you for what you did to my family. At the time, I swore if
I ever saw you again, I would kill you. Now, I've scanned you, and I know
what you've been through in the last year. Maybe you've paid enough. I'll
have to talk to the rest of the Family to see what we'll do about you."
Marinda wasn't sure whether or not to believe him. She wanted to so badly,
but the last year had taken most of her hope and stomped on it. "What will
you do to me, then?"
"I think, for right now, I'm going to screw you." Ron said matter-of-factly,
and started to undress himself. This surprised and pleased Marinda, for she
figured if he wanted sex, he wouldn't beat her up first. Mike never had. She
couldn't understand that Ron wouldn't do any of the things to her that Mike
regularly did, so destroyed was her mind and spirit.
Ron lay down on the bed, and had her start sucking him. She licked around
the head, teasing with light, swift strokes of her tongue. Then she ran her
tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the tip. Finally, she
brought his prick into her mouth and started sucking.
Ron enjoyed this, but it left him with little to do. He formed his extension
into its snake-like shape, and started to rub it across her tits. She froze
for a moment, then realized it must have been him doing it, and sank into
the wonderful sensation it was causing in her. She resumed her sucking,
vowing to make him come first. A few minutes later, she knew it was going to
be a close one. He moved his extension down to start rubbing across her
clit. She was sopping wet down there, and steamy hot. She was writhing on
the bed, having a hard time focussing on the task at hand. Finally, she gave
in, humming on his cock as her pussy contracted repeatedly, sending shivers
up and down her spine.
Her humming, however, sent shivers up and down Ron's cock. He'd been doing
okay till then, but her humming was just like a vibrator. He couldn't hold
back any longer, and gushed a load of sperm down her throat. She swallowed
it all, an amazing feat considering the orgasm she was still in the middle
of, and kept sucking.
When he was hard again, he retracted his extension, and she sat up. Ron
indicated to her that he wanted her on all fours. She complied, lifting her
ass way into the air and laying her head on a pillow. Ron pushed into her,
marveling at how hot she was. He established a steady pace, not too fast,
but enough to keep them both breathing a little heavy. He reached around and
fondled her breasts. They were big, and soft, with very large nipples.
He tired of this position, and had her roll onto her back. The tricky part
was that he didn't pull out of her, and barely stopped fucking her long
enough for her to do so. He renewed his thrusts, even faster now. Marinda
was thrashing about in the midst of another orgasm below him, but he refused
to slow the pace. He kept up his thrusting until she came once more, and
then changed positions again. This time, she was lying on her side, with him
behind her, holding up one of her legs to help with access. Similar to the
position he used with Dawn, but more aggressive, he wasn't slowing down for
nobody now. Finally, he felt he was nearing a time when he would be ready to
come. He decided he wanted her ass. He rolled her onto her stomach, and he
pulled her up to her knees. He aimed his cock at her rosebud, and pushed.
She grunted loudly in protest as his cock entered her ass.
"AAArrggh! Oh, shit that...." She stopped, because she could no longer
determine whether it hurt really bad, or felt really good. Ron didn't care,
either way. He inserted himself all the way in, then set up a slow stroking.
As her bowels loosened up, he increased the tempo. Soon, Marinda was
grunting and moaning continuously, murmuring things that he mostly couldn't
make out. Occassionally, he'd hear, "Oh, yes! More! please More!" and he'd
increase the pace just a little more. He felt his own climax approaching. He
reached down and played with her clit as he fucked her ass. She screamed in
orgasm and slammed back into him, squeezing his cock with her ass.
That set Ron off, and he shot his load deep into her bowels. He continued
his thrusting until he was completely spent. Slowly, his cock started to
shrink inside of her. He bent over and embraced her. "I don't know what
we're going to do about you, Marinda, but that sure was fun."
Ron climbed down off the bed, and started to dress. Marinda had rolled to
her side, but otherwise wasn't moving.
"Diane."
"Hmm?" Ron replied.
"My name. Marinda was something I made up. My real name is Diane. Of course,
if you'd prefer to call me Marinda, sir..."
"No, I'd prefer Diane. It's shorter. Very well. You may use the bathroom,
and the small lounge next door. There's a TV there, and some books. Someone
will be here with you all the time, until I decide what to do. Don't worry,
at worst, I'll simply have you leave the house, in the company of someone
who can appreciate your talents. I'll see you in the morning. Good-night,
Diane."
"Good-night, sir."
Ron called for a Family meeting the next morning. Megan, not having any say
in the matter at all, was excused to keep an eye on Diane.
Arranged around the room were all Ron's girls, Kumiko, Sandra, Dawn holding
little Nathan, Nikki, Tammy, Jessica, Linda and Nancy. Ron sat for a moment
and stared. 'You know, as much as I sometimes hate having to deal with
everything that comes up, to look around and see all these girls, and they
all answer to me! That's gotta be worth the trouble.'
"Okay, I've called this meeting for the obvious reason. We have a new guest
in the house, one who has, in the past, been a danger to this Family. I need
to decide what to do about her, and I'm looking for opinions. Feel free to
voice yours now."
Sandra immediately spoke up. "I don't want her here. She's a danger to us
all. What if she still has her powers? What if James didn't do his job
right?" James would have had a coronary at that thought.
"Mom, I've scanned her, okay? She's not dangerous anymore. Most importantly,
she cannot live on her own. We either keep her here, or I find someone who
wants her."
"Ron, as much as she isn't physically dangerous anymore, I think she may
still have a strong emotional hold on those who were here during the
attack." Linda was speaking like her teacher-self now. She continued, "I
wasn't here, thankfully, when the Family was attacked. My life in this house
has been very pleasant. I'm not sure that would continue to be the case if
this lady were allowed to remain." There seemed to be a general consensus of
opinion.
"Alright. I'll accept that the Family doesn't want her here. That only makes
me ask another question: What do I do with her?"
Nobody seemed to have an answer to that one. A couple of ideas were bandied
about, but nothing sensible or practical. Killing her was out of the
question, and he couldn't just release her like a wild animal, either. Then
Ron remembered something he had seen once, when Bill had taken him to
dinner. He had seen an older man sitting with a beautiful young woman, in
her mid or early twenties.
'"Who is that guy, Bill?"
"That's a big oil-man. Why?"
"Great looking wife." Bill laughed. "What's so funny?"
"That's not his wife. That's his mistress. She hangs around him because he's
got money."
"Doesn't his wife object?"
"Not if she knows what's good for her. That guy's divorced three other wives
because they complained too much about his affairs."'
'I wonder... I'll have to call Bill in on this one.'
"Okay, I have an idea, but I'm not sure it will work. I will find a way to
remove her from the house within the next few days. Thank you all for your
help. Dismissed." As the group broke up, Ron had Jessica tell Megan to bring
Diane down. He waited in the living room.
Diane and Megan entered together. Diane looked much better now than she had
yesterday. "Thank you Megan, that will be all. Please, sit down, Diane."
Diane sat quietly on the sofa, wondering what would become of her. "We have
just held a Family meeting. As you might expect, the rest of the Family
doesn't want you around."
"I understand, sir. What will you do to me?"
"I haven't figured that out yet. I'm going to talk to a friend of mine later
today. He may be able to find you a good home. Please return to your room,
and wait for me there." Diane nodded and left. Ron walked to the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Chaffey to speak with Mr. Simmons, please.... Regarding? A
business arrangement.... Yes, I'll hold." Ron tapped his foot to the music
for a total of about 5 seconds.
"Ron, boy! How the hell have you been!"
"Just fine, Bill, just fine. How are you and your wife?"
"Great, great! Hey, I just got one question for you."
"Shoot."
"I don't suppose there's anything you can do to make her get her tubes tied,
huh? I mean, I don't want them snipping around on me, and we don't want any
more kids, but she won't get it done. I don't guess there's anything you can
do, is there?"
"Maybe I can, Bill. Look, Bill, there's another matter I need to discuss
with you, but not on the phone. Are you free for lunch today?"
"For you, anytime. Where is it this time? The Remington again, or..."
"No, I need you to come out to the house. It won't be a waste of your time."
Ron promised. Bill had never been disappointed yet.
"Okay, no trouble. What time?"
"Whatever's good for you."
"Around one?"
"That's fine, I'll see you then."
Bill showed up right on time, as usual.
"Please come this way, Mr. Simmons." Kumiko escorted him into the formal
dining room, where a meal had been prepared by Nancy and Sandra.
"Boy, this looks good!" Bill sat down, and Ron joined him. Kumiko and Megan
provided service to the two men. "Ron, you are living a charmed life,
m'boy!"
Ron accepted the compliment, and both men started on their appetizers. "You
said you were having trouble with your wife, not wanting to 'get fixed'."
"Kind of a cruel term for it, but, yeah, that's the idea. I don't suppose
you could make her?"
"Bring her by this evening, I think I can do better." Bill, surprised,
readily agreed to that. "Now then, have we had any dissatisfied customers?"
Bill was basically managing Ron's "reorientation" business for him.
"Nary a one. Everyone's just pleased as punch." Bill tended to speak in
cliches, and it was annoying, but Ron lived with it. "So, what's cooking
today?"
Kumiko served them their main dish, a Chicken Cordon Bleu. "Thank you,
Kumiko. You are excused." Ron watched her go. So did Bill.
"Man, what I wouldn't give to have someone like that walking around the
house."
"Exactly my point, though I hadn't intended to make it that way." Said Ron,
"What would you give?"
"Huh?"
"To have something like that walking around your house, doing what you told
her, being there whenever you wanted her?"
"What're you gettin' at, Ron?"
"Megan, please go get Diane." Megan left to do as she was told. "I'm talking
about having...um,.... a pet. Just one that walks on two legs." Diane and
Megan entered the room just then. "Bill, this is Diane. Diane, please greet
Bill."
Upon hearing the key phrase, Diane went over, sat in his lap, and wrapped
her arms around him. "Hello, sir." She said in a husky voice. Bill was
having a very difficult time breathing. The outfit Ron had chosen for Diane
wasn't concealing very much, and Bill was getting an eyeful.
"Wow! Ron, just what is going on here?"
"Well, see Bill, it's like this. Some time ago, Diane there tried to hurt my
Family. So, similar to what I've been doing in our business, I made some
modifications to Diane's personality. Now, she is a completely submissive
slave to whomever is designated as her owner. Nice idea, but, you see, I
already have enough, and the Family doesn't want her around, she brings back
bad memories and such."
"Well. I don't think Mary would much care for me bringing a brand new pet
female home with me..."
"That could be fixed, no problem, or, do you know someone you'd like to owe
us a favor? Or someone who might be willing to pay the kind of money Diane
is so obviously worth?"
"You mean... you want to... Sell her?"
"Whatever works. It's not like anything we've done together has been,
strictly speaking, legal, Bill."
"Good point. Can I make some phone calls?"
"Absolutely. Diane, let the man up." Diane removed herself, and Kumiko led
Bill to the telephone.
"How'd it go?" questioned Sandra, after Bill had left.
"I think OK. He's making some calls now."
In the end, it turned out Bill did have a friend who was looking for a
'faithful companion' who didn't talk back.
"He's willing to pay $2 million for her."
'Geez! 2 mil' for a woman I don't really like anyway! This could be a really
profitable business.' "Sold. When will he be able to pick her up?"
"First thing this evening, when he gets off work. He wanted to know how he
should pay you."
"However he likes. I still pay taxes, just like everyone else. No need to
tell them WHY he paid me, though."
"Good show. Alright, just one other thing: what does she have to bring with
her?"
"Just a few sets of clothes, nothing else. He'll have to provide whatever
else he wants her to have. Oh, and there is one rule I didn't mention
before. She is still my responsibility so, if he beats her hard enough that
she needs medical attention, I will reclaim her, without any form of
refund."
"Understood. I don't think he's that type anyway, but I'll tell him."
Ron and Bill shook hands, and Bill went back to work.
Sandra, Nancy, and Linda were sitting in the kitchen having coffee together.
"Well," said Ron as he walked in, "That's taken care of. Now, we just have
to worry about dealing with whatever it is that's coming on the horizon."
"What do you mean, Ron?" asked Linda.
"What Diane has told me leads me to believe that there is trouble for our
Family, but I don't know when it's coming, or from where. We need to be
ready."
"How do we get ready?" queried Nancy.
"I'm not sure, but we'll have to think of something."

Chapter 5: New Losses, New Threats
For the next several months, Ron was focussed on finding a way to protect
his Family. He knew time was not on his side. Sooner or later, the men that
he saw, more and more frequently now, would attack his home. 'If they do,
they die.' Ron didn't even bother tutoring in his Sophomore year, so intent
on preparing for the upcoming fight was he.
However, as time wore on, it became less evident that there was a danger.
Ron knew that they might be waiting for him to drop his guard. 'But, I can't
stay alert like this forever, can I?' So, about the middle of Spring, Ron
decided to pick back up on some of his business ventures.
"Bill?" Ron had called him at home this time.
"Ron? Is that you?"
"Yeah. Sorry we haven't spoken in a while. I'm just calling to let you know
I'll be accepting business again."
"Great! How soon do you want to start? I've got a list here waiting."
"Oh, send one over to me tomorrow night. That'll give me time to get ready."
"No problem. Great to hear from you, guy. I was starting to worry."
"Thanks, Bill. We'll have to get together for lunch sometime. See ya." And
Ron hung up. 'It has been a while. Ever since Diane left, I really have
focussed heavily on training me and the Family. Karen is good; I'd guess
she's at a psion-5 or -6 already. Michelle is good at defense, and pretty
good with other stuff, I'd bet she's a psion-7 by now. Kumiko is finally
getting the hang of her necklace. I hadn't realized how draining that would
be. I hope we won't need it, but it's good to remember it's there.'
The rest of the Family had similarly adapted to the situation. Nathan was
growing up to be a very healthy young boy, already a year old, and smart as
a whip. Dawn doted over him more or less constantly while she was home, and
Megan looked after her during the day, while the others were at school.
Sometimes Ron wondered why he made the others continue in school, but then
decided he didn't want stupid slaves. Nikki and Tammy were damn near
inseparable, and Ron thought that a good thing, since it meant they always
had each other for protection. Jessica and Megan took everything in stride,
doing as their master wished. Kumiko was... well, Kumiko. Nothing seemed to
affect her, though Ron knew differently. He had chosen well the leader of
his Family. Kumiko was thoughtful and considerate. Never jumping to a
conclusion, and always willing to listen, she handled most of the disputes
in the Family now, so that Ron didn't have to bother with them. Life had
settled into a comfortable rut, with the slight edge that Ron kept on it
with his paranoia. 'But even paranoids have enemies.'
Ron's newest subject arrived at 7:00, as was the usual time for this sort of
appointment. Ron had dropped the subterfuge, and now all his customers
simply told their wives they were going to see a counselor. Women seemed
more ready to accept the idea of a counselor than Ron himself would have
been. It was Bill's idea, and a good one.
This lady was attractive, but not overly so. Standing 5'4" tall, with curly
dark blonde hair and green eyes, she had a nice, if not abundant, chest, and
slender legs. She was trim and fit, but obviously not an athlete. She was
sort of the "average healthy American woman" idea. It made her look pretty
good.
"Please, Mrs. Rector, come on in. The doc will be with you shortly." Ron's
addition to the cover was that he was simply an office assistant, since he
was far too young to be the doctor. He escorted the woman to the room he
used as an 'office', and asked her to sit down. He made to busy himself at
the desk arranging a folder, presumably hers, but was really beginning his
job.
This one, though, was a problem. She was a psionic. Or, more correctly, a
latent psionic. 'This late in life, I doubt she'll ever find it.' But, it
was a problem. He couldn't seem to make the modifications he wanted to in
her. The manual said messing with latents was okay, so long as you didn't
prematurely awaken their ability. 'Nothing premature about this one.' Ron
dug deeper into her mind.
After about five minutes, she started to fidget. She wasn't blanked out like
most people. 'I've got to find a way to get her completely under.' Then he
realized that it was her Ability Sphere that was interfering with the
process. 'Isn't there some way I can get rid of that thing? I don't know how
to remove it.... I wonder if I can block it?'
Ron made a couple of abortive attempts, envisioning blankets, or bags.
Finally, he created a hollow black sphere that he clamped around her Ability
Sphere. This effectively blocked out her Sphere from the rest of her brain.
She gave a jolt, and, on further inspection, Ron could tell she was now
'under'. Now Ron could set about his business. Five minutes later, the
mental part of the procedure was complete.
It took the woman a few extra minutes to recover. Ron wondered if she would
notice her missing Ability Sphere. She had never made use of it, but it was
a part of her, and it was now, well, not missing, but certainly clouded.
"Okay, Mrs. Rector, just relax. We're almost through here. Now, I want you
to stand up and remove all your clothes."
Mrs. Rector stood and reached up to her blouse. She unbuttoned it without a
word, staring right at Ron the whole time. As she reached the last button,
she licked her lips. 'She's already hot! What did I do.... Oh! hmm... that
could be a problem.' The lady had reached behind her, and removed her bra.
Her breasts jiggled slightly as they were freed from their confines.
Mrs. Rector, whose first name was Carol, then moved her hands from her
breasts slowly down her sides until she reached her waist. She undid the
fasteners on her skirt, and let it drop to the floor. She bent down to
remove her heels, and Ron watched as her tits swung free with the movement.
Carol was wearing panties over pantyhose, but not for long. She quickly
pulled her panties down and off. For the pantyhose, she turned her back to
Ron. She rolled them down past her waist, then slowly worked them down to
her knees, bending over and giving Ron a pretty nice view.
Next, she sat back down in the chair to finish removing them. She rolled
them down each leg, slowly, seductively, enticing Ron to her. 'Not yet,
Carol. Not yet.' Finally, she pulled the hose the final way off. She stood
back up, and turned around fully to show her body to Ron.
"Okay, very nice Carol. Now, come on over here, and start removing my
clothes." Carol was happy to oblige. She sauntered over to Ron, and first
gave him a very nice kiss, which he returned. She was rubbing his chest, and
then started slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt. He was wearing his
good clothes, to appear more like the assistant he was supposed to be. She
worked her way down, kissing flesh as it appeared. When she'd gotten it
fully unbuttoned, she kissed her way back up, and plunged her tongue into
his mouth as she pulled it off of his arms. She continued the kiss as she
undid his belt and his pants.
They broke the kiss as she knelt to pull his pants down. She removed his
shoes, socks, and his pants then. All that was left were his briefs, and
these were soon removed as well. The woman needed no further instruction, as
she sucked his entire length into her mouth. 'Oh, shit! Damn that feels
good!'
Carol went to town on his shaft, sucking and slurping away as she used her
tongue to massage his cock as it moved in and out. Ron played with her
breasts as she brought him closer and closer to coming. Soon, he let out a
grunt, and a load of sperm splashed down her throat. She continued sucking
until she had every last drop of his come. Then she sucked him some more,
until he was fully hard again. It didn't take long, she'd gotten him horny
enough.
Ron pulled her up, and laid her onto the desk. He placed her legs on his
shoulders, and his dick at her entrance. He thrust into her, full length on
the first stroke. She was already more than moist enough to take it, and let
out only a moan of pleasure. Ron kept up a frantic pace, thrusting into her
as fast as he could. It wasn't but a minute or so before she had her first
orgasm, thrashing her head from side to side and growling like an animal.
Ron kept up his plunging, trying to go even faster. Carol had orgasm after
orgasm, building in intensity. Soon, Ron wasn't sure if he could keep her on
the desk.
During one of her relative lulls, he grabbed her up into his arms, and
brought her down to the floor. Not quite as comfortable as the desk, Carol
didn't even notice. She began uttering little encouragements to Ron. "Fuck
me! Make me cum! Come on, stud, screw your whore!"
Ron was happy to do as she asked. He renewed his thrusting, now with a
different angle into her pussy. It wasn't long before she was orgasming yet
again. One after another, it seemed she would never stop.
Ron started to feel his own climax building, and so figured it was time to
make her have "The Big One", if he could figure out how with this lady. He
pummelled into her as fast as he could, then reached down with one hand and
twisted her nipple. She groaned in ecstasy, but she wasn't there yet. He
moved that hand down and started frigging her clit back and forth. That got
her going, she was trembling all over, and bucking back onto his cock with
all her strength. All of a sudden, her body froze, back arched, and she let
out a long, "OOhhhhhhhhh, YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!".
Her pussy was clamped down on his prick hard enough to squeeze the life out
of it, but it was definitely pleasant enough to send him over the edge. He
pushed in as far as he could go and held it, grunting out his own orgasm.
Later, while Carol was getting dressed, Ron called Mr. Rector.
"Mr. Rector? Ron Chaffey. Your wife's treatment is complete, but there was a
complication. No, sir, your wife is... fine, I think I'll have to explain
when you get here. Yes sir. Thank you."
Mr. Rector arrived twenty minutes later. It was all Ron could do to keep
Carol's hands off himself.
"So, what's the problem, Ron?" Mr. Rector wanted to know.
"Well, sir..." Carol had attached herself to her husband, and was openly
rubbing his crotch. Mr. Rector looked at her in some surprise, then at Ron
for an explanation.
"This is the problem, sir. Normally this doesn't happen. Your wife is a
special case, and some unusual measures were necessary. I can change her
back..."
"You do, and I'll ruin your reputation in this town!" Mr. Rector said with a
laugh. "I don't see a problem, Ron!"
"Well, sir, she's probably going to be like this 'all of the time.'"
"So? Can you make it so that she won't whine and bitch when I don't want
to?"
"Already done, sir. That's part of the normal treatment."
"Then, I don't see a problem, so long as I can make her go away when I need
to do business."
"Also part of the normal treatment. Well, if you're happy with things as
they are, Mr. Rector, then I don't guess we have a problem. But, if at any
time in the future, you wish me to make some modifications to make her...
more.... controlled, just let Bill know, and there won't be any additional
charge."
"That's right nice of you Ron. I'll keep that in mind. This kind of makes me
wish I had TWO wives!" Mr. Rector shook his hand, and left, taking Carol
with him, thank God. 'Two wives? Hmmm. Let's think about that plan for a
little bit more...'
As spring progressed into summer, Ron sensed a feeling of unease building
around the Family, but he couldn't seem to put a finger on the problem. He
tried to ignore it, and devote himself to his studies.
Near the end of the school year, Ron attended his own Sophomore Hop, and, as
surprised no one, ran the sound system. He had learned many things since
that first time, and now he could anticipate problems before they even
started to arise. He wasn't much of a dancer, and he'd come alone anyway, so
he just hung around the periphery of the dance floor.
A slow dance came up, but Ron was looking out the door at the forming
thunderclouds. They were building up to a mighty storm. Ron couldn't help
feeling the same thing was happening all around him. Then he felt a hand on
his arm. He turned to see Michelle.
"Hi, Michelle. You look great!"
"Hey, Ron. You haven't moved from this spot for the last half hour."
"You're supposed to be paying attention to your date, not timing my
movements." Ron chided.
"I don't have a date. So, you want to dance?"
Now, dancing was really the last thing Ron wanted to do, but he didn't want
to hurt her feelings. "Okay, but I'm not really any good. I've got three
left feet."
"That's okay, it's a slow dance. You don't have to do much more than sway
back and forth." She took his hand and led him out to the middle of the
floor. She turned to face him, and laid her head on his shoulder, wrapping
her arms around his neck. He placed his arms around her, and they started to
dance, more of a meandering, cumbersome walk than anything. It was more
enjoyable than Ron would have guessed, just being close to someone, holding
them and moving in time to the music.
"Why didn't you come with a boyfriend?" Ron asked her.
"Nobody interested me. Not that way, anyhow. You know, Ron, you're the
closest thing I've ever had to a boyfriend."
That made Ron blush. "Michelle, we've never even been out on a proper date,
let alone done any of that other boy-girl stuff." Not that it might not be
nice, mind you...
"Well, we could fix that, couldn't we?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not much for dances, either. I came because my Mom expected me to. Why
don't we ditch this place, and you take me on a walk by the lake?"
"Alright." It sounded fine to Ron. He cordially despised social functions of
most kinds, and had come only because he had to run the sound for them.
The two teenagers exited the building and walked into the woods behind the
school. It was only a short distance to the lake, for which the school had
been named. No one else was around. 'I guess it's too early for that yet.'
The lake was a favored spot for making out after dances and such, but the
kids would normally wait until the dance was almost over. Just now, it was
very peaceful here. Out of some kind of instinct, Ron took Michelle's hand.
They walked for a long time, talking about a lot of things, but avoiding the
really personal questions they both wanted to ask. Finally, they walked on
in silence. Ultimately, Michelle couldn't stand the silence.
"Ron, what do you feel toward me?" This was the kind of question they had
been studiously avoiding all evening.
"I don't know, Michelle. I'm really rather confused about the whole thing.
Why do you ask?"
"Well, I mean, you have all those women at your house. And you once told me
that you loved Kumiko. How can you love them all?"
"That's not hard. I love them all differently. Of course, for some, it isn't
love. I don't love Jessica, for instance, or Megan. I care for them a lot,
but I don't love them. Of course, Mom, and my sisters, that's different."
"But what about Kumiko?"
"Well, I used to think I loved her, and she used to think the same about me,
but... I don't know. I guess it was just a passing infatuation or something.
I mean, I still love her, I guess, but not the same way as I thought. Now,
she's really just the headmistress of the house. That keeps her real busy,
and I trust her to do it right, but we don't really talk much anymore. I've
said more to you tonight than I've said to Kumiko all week." Ron didn't
understand why Michelle squeezed his hand tighter just then.
"And Karen?"
"Karen is just a student. She and I have never gotten together at all. She
doesn't even seem to be interested in sex, even with as much of it as goes
on at my house."
"What about Mrs. Hayes and Ms. Ford?"
"Well, they're.... different. Again, I don't think I love either of them. I
turn to them when I need advice, or some sort of help. They're wonderful,
both of them, but I could do without them if I had to. Not that I want to,
but...." He trailed off, and turned to Michelle. "Why the third degree,
Michelle?"
She stared off into space for a moment. 'What is she thinking? Damn, I wish
I could scan her.' Protocol wouldn't allow him to do that without asking. In
time, she turned to face him. "Ron, in another four weeks, I'll be leaving
for CAMP, just like you did two years ago. When I come back, I'll have
slaves of my own, so you've said. That's fine, for the sex and all, but what
about the emotional part?"
"I don't understand."
"My family doesn't know anything about my Ability. They wouldn't get it, and
I'm not skilled enough to make them act like your family does. You have a
beautiful life. You're satisfied in all areas, physical and emotional. I
guess I'm just jealous." She turned her head away before her voice broke.
Ron could see the tears glinting in the moonlight. He pulled her to him, and
wrapped his arms around her.
"What are you trying to ask me, Mickey?" He'd never called her that before,
as much as he'd wanted to, because he'd thought it made her sound too much
like a little girl (or a mouse). Now it just rolled naturally off his
tongue. She hugged him back when she heard it.
"I need you, Ron. You're the only one I've been able to come to for help,
for advice. Not just about this Thing inside my head. You've always been
willing to listen to me ramble on about my problems at school, at home, or
whatever."
"But I've never been very helpful at finding solutions..."
"You didn't have to be. You helped just by listening. Promise me that I can
always come to you?" She was weeping openly now.
"Of course, you can, Mickey. I'll always be here for you." She looked into
his eyes, and saw the truth there. He brought his mouth onto hers, and they
kissed.
"Hello, may I ask who you are?" Kumiko was answered with a rough shove
backwards.
"Where is Nathan Chaffey?" The man demanded.
"Who?" In her confusion, the name did not register with Kumiko.
"Nathan Conrad Chaffey, you stupid bitch!"
"What do you want with my son?" Dawn demanded from across the room. She felt
herself flying against the wall, pushing over lamps and furniture as she
flew. Each jolt bruised her, hurt her, but the man didn't care. She impacted
the wall, breaking her arm in the process. She slumped to the floor,
unconscious.
Kumiko, having recovered from the initial invasion, fell back on the
procedure her Master had taught her. First job, contact him. She hoped it
would work. 'Master, this is Kumiko. Come quickly, there is trouble.' That
was all she needed to say. Kumiko never left the house unless in the company
of her Master, so he knew where she was.
Next job was to look after the child. Nathan's life was more important than
her own. She summoned what abilities she could from the necklace, and formed
a barrier around herself. Then she ran for the stairs.
The man saw her running, and sent an extension after her, but it floated
around her as if she weren't there. 'What the hell? She's not a psionic!
Bozhe moy!' The second man joined him from out front. They spoke in Russian.
"The man is not here yet."
"He will come. He must be aware the family is in danger. We must kill the
child before he arrives."
"Da, tovarishch."
They made their way up the stairs, where the entire family was now huddled.
They were in a layered defense, as Ron had taught them. Unfortunately, this
put the weakest of them, his younger sister and Tammy, first on the list.
They had both had a good deal of self-defense training in the last year, but
Karate is no match for a psion-13 Talent with a mission. When they reached
the top of the stairs, Tammy managed to knock one down with a roundhouse
kick to the stomach, but Nikki missed with hers.
The man still standing grabbed Nicole and threw her against the wall. He
used his extension to throw Tammy down the stairs. She was knocked
unconscious by the impact. Blood flowed from abrasions on her face and arms.
Nikki was still conscious, and she tried another attack, but this, too, was
warded off with 'kinesis. She was sent flying through a closed door, and she
lay motionless on the floor of her bedroom.
Jessica and Megan were the next line of defense, but they would fare no
better than their predecessors. Megan wielded a large knife, but got
nowheres near her target. Not being able to control the subject, one of the
men controlled the knife, and attempted to plunge it into her stomach. She
had enough strength to fight it off, but not before it slashed her rather
badly across the abdomen. Bleeding heavily, she fainted from lack of blood.
Jessica wasn't that lucky. She was carrying a baseball bat, and managed to
connect, but the man had up a kinetic shield, and it bounced off him with
little effect. He swung his arm and backhanded her, breaking through another
door with her body. The baseball bat had stung enough to make him angry. His
extension picked her up, and flung her through the outside window,
shattering glass and splintering wood along the way. She was in critical
condition long before she hit the ground, some 15 feet below.
Sandra, Nancy, and Linda knew that their stance was useless. There was
nothing they could do to stop these men. They were only buying 'time',
hoping that Ron would arrive soon. Similar to their friends, the ladies fell
to the power of these two men. Soon they were standing outside the door to
little Nathan's room. Inside stood his last line of defense: Kumiko, with
her necklace, and Karen. The K-team, they had taken to calling themselves.
They feared they were not strong enough to win the day.
The door splintered before the men. Karen and Kumiko prepared to do battle,
and Nathan started crying. The bigger man forced a wall of pure energy at
them. Kumiko and Karen were able to protect Nathan, but not the wall behind
them. It fragmented into billions of tiny pieces, raining down into the
yard. In the distance, thunder rolled.
Ron was sitting against a tree, Michelle in his arms. They had made love
here, quietly, sweetly. In a way he had known, and forgotten, the tenderness
of that emotion, 'love', added unfathomable depth to the act. They were
watching the storm roll in when it hit Ron. It nearly knocked him over, so
strong was the message. Michelle, startled, sat up and then leaned over him.
"Ron? Are you alright? Ron!" His face had grown pale, she couldn't tell with
fright or anger, and she was almost afraid to know which. "What's wrong?!"
Ron spoke quietly. "I have to go now. The Family needs me."
"I'll go with you." She offered.
"That will put you in greater danger than you need be in now, Mickey."
"Let me worry about that, okay? If they're gonna come after me sooner or
later, well, at least this way I get to pick the day."
"Okay, thank you. Get dressed, we'll have to fly there."
Michelle got dressed, and they lifted off. Michelle couldn't make herself
invisible, but Ron grabbed her hand, and then they were both invisible.
Flying in formation was difficult, but they managed. They arrived from
behind the house, to see a missing wall, and at least one person lying on
the ground.
"Oh, my God..." Michelle had no words for the moment, but Ron did.
"Bastards. They're going to pay for this."
Karen and Kumiko had fended off the first couple of attacks, but both their
strengths were failing, and they just weren't up to facing two psionics of
this level. Kumiko feared that she would draw down too much on Ron's power,
and so she was not as much help as she could have been. Karen was good, but
she just wasn't up to the exercise. Slowly, inexorably, they were pushed
toward the edge. With one mighty shove, they were over, and falling. One of
the men swooped, and grabbed, and had the child.
Just then, lightning flashed, and thunder rolled, but... did it? It seemed
awfully close. They were standing on the grass, looking at the three people
lying there on the ground.
"Kill the baby, now, Comrade!"
"Let that child go now, or I will pulverize your skull!" The voice was the
sound of thunder, but it emanated from... everywhere.
"Who speaks? What is this!"
The one not holding the child flew back, and smashed into the outside wall
of the house. The facade, even in back, was brick, and very painful to get
smashed into. The man staggered forward, in obvious pain. The other man
released the child, who started wailing and running in no particular
direction.
In front of the child appeared two people. He was scared at first, until he
realized they were his Uncle Ron, and Miss Michelle. Michelle bent down, and
Nathan ran to her. The man, remembering his mission, sent waves of energy at
her, but Michelle was fresh, and better than Karen, and royally pissed off.
She flicked his energy off like rain drops. "Go to hell, you bastard!"
Ron, not having moved from where he had appeared, walked over to where the
K-team was lying. Both looked up at him, wounded, but okay, or so they said
with their eyes. He next walked over to Jessica, who wasn't moving. He bent
down to look, and saw a large piece of glass run through her neck. 'NO!' Ron
screamed internally, but that wasn't good enough. What came out his mouth
was the kind of blood-curdling howl that horror film directors only dream
about. The utter hatred and anger that bubbled out of Ron became a physical
entity, rising up from his body, it took the form of a dragon, some fifteen
feet tall. Ethereal, with no real substance, it could not be harmed.
However, it could do fearsome damage to its enemies.
"How dare you harm my Family, you cocksucking bastards!"
"Yob tvoyu m'aht!" Screamed one of the Russians.
"Fuck your own mother, asshole!" replied Ron, and the dragon advanced on the
two men. Pure, hostile energy cannot be stopped, nor can you defend against
it. The first man, the man who had already been slammed against the wall,
felt Ron's wrath first. The dragon grabbed him up, and pulled him inside.
The very furnaces of hell could not have been worse except for their
longevity, for this man's life was not long for this world. After seconds
his body burst into flames, and was consumed in a matter of moments, until
not even ash remained.
The remaining man, seeing this, was terrified. Ron advanced on him. "You are
the one who did this!" He indicated the dead form of Jessica on the ground.
The fear in the man's eyes was his answer. "Now you play the game with the
big boys, asswipe!" With that, a terrible snapping was heard.
That sound was immediately followed by the Russian's shriek of utter pain
and holy terror, as Ron began to break every bone in the man's body,
starting with his feet and hands, and working toward the center. The man's
cries continued and grew in intensity as Ron cracked each vertebrae, without
severing the spinal cord, since that would allow for an easement of the
man's suffering. "I know you can hear me!" Ron shouted, speaking not to the
man, but to whomever sent him. "Your men have failed! I will win this
battle! If you can't play with the big boys, get off the goddamned field!"
And, with that pronouncement, the man's skull shattered, fragmenting into
pieces small enough that a microscope would be needed to see them. Lifeless,
what remained of his body slumped to the ground. The dragon, as terrifying
as it had been, dissipated instantly. The trouble gone, now was not the time
for rage, but the time for concern. His Family needed him now.
It was several weeks later, and school was out. The eerie feeling still
surrounded his Family. He couldn't place it, just couldn't figure it out.
Then, one day, the question answered itself.
Kumiko knocked on his office door. "Master? Are you busy?"
"Not really, Kumiko. What is it?"
She came fully into the room, followed by Dawn. Dawn was a little the worse
for wear. She still had her arm in a cast, and some of the bruises were
still visible, though they were fading. She sat down in the chair, lifeless
and limp. She hadn't been the same since that night. Nobody had, and it
pissed Ron off that he couldn't fix this.
"What's up, guys?"
There was no easy way to say what needed saying, and so, Dawn couldn't bring
herself to say anything at all. Kumiko stood besider her, trying to give her
encouragement and strength. Finally, she muttered something, but Ron
couldn't make it out.
"What? I can't hear you. Dawn, what the hell is the matter?" Ron was still a
bit testy, as he had yet to come to terms with his losses in the battle.
Jessica was a devastating blow, but she was not the only casualty. Nancy was
still in the hospital, not yet recovered from the damage done. Megan had
almost died from lack of blood, had she not gotten to a hospital when she
did, she would have died most surely. Not a single Family member except him
had escaped unscathed from this battle, and he was still angry that he had,
'again', failed to protect them.
Dawn shook her head, and apparently came to a decision. She straightened her
shoulders and said, "Ron, I want to leave."
"Huh? You came in here-"
"Not the room. I want to leave this house. I want to leave the family. It's
time for me to move out on my own. I can't live like this, not knowing
what's going to happen to Nathan from day to day. The people who are after
you are dangerous, Ron. They almost killed my son! I don't want to raise him
in this atmosphere."
Ron sat in stunned silence. He'd already lost one Family member, with one
more still in the hospital, and here were two more trying to run away from
him.
"No." That was all he could utter. Dawn stiffened, but Kumiko, wise young
woman that she was, had been expecting this.
"Master, may I speak?" Ron nodded, and she did, for almost a half hour,
which was the longest she had ever spoken in one setting. In the end, it was
her love of the family that won out.
"Very well, I know you're right Kumiko, but that doesn't make it any easier.
Dawn, you may leave, and you can take Nathan with you BUT..." Dawn stiffened
again, not knowing what was coming. "You may NOT tell him about his uncle
until he is at least fourteen. If you choose to leave now, there will be no
personal contact between you and the rest of the Family, ever." He hoped
this would dissuade her, because he really didn't want her to go.
She sat for perhaps a minute, maybe more, and then nodded her head. "Very
well, Ron. If that's how you want it. I'm sorry, I just can't live here
anymore."
"I will find you an apartment, and I will pay the bills for a year. After
that, you're on your own. You're a high-school graduate, and you could
probably go to college if you so chose. If you do, I will pay for it.
Otherwise, I'd advise you to get a job. Good-bye, Dawn. Never forget that
your brother loves you." He came around and gave her a kiss, and a hug. He
whispered some instructions to Kumiko, and then he left.
He found Michelle out in the woods behind his house. He had been looking for
her for about twenty minutes.
"Here you are." Ron slumped down beside her.
"Looking for me?" She asked. She wasn't feeling wonderful about herself,
either. 'Lot of good I did for my friend.' Ron had never blamed her, but
that only made it worse.
"Dawn's leaving." That brought her around a bit.
"What? Where's she going?"
"I don't know. She says she can't stay here anymore. She's taking Nathan
with her."
"Oh, Ron, I'm so sorry." And she was. She reached out to him, and he hugged
her tightly. Then her own tears started, for her own ills and fears, and in
sympathy for a friend who was hurting. They wept together for some time,
until, as if their tears were washing away the hurt, there just wasn't any
emotion left. But nature abhors a vacuum, and such a void must be filled
with something.
Ron looked into Michelle's eyes, and then kissed her warmly. She responded,
and then he laid her back onto the ground. The ground here was covered with
pine needles, and so made a fairly soft thicket. Ron continued his kisses,
while he moved his hand to caress her breasts. Tenderly he massaged them,
kneading first one and then the other, back and forth for a long time.
Michelle was massaging his back, rubbing her hands up and down. Then they
each started pulling at the other's shirt. Soon, they were both barechested.
Still kissing, but with more passion, they were working at each other's
jeans. In their heat, they managed to get them off without tearing them
apart. Ron sat up, and pulled her to him. She was sitting in his lap, his
cock nestled between them. She ground her pubes in tight circles to arouse
him further.
Sensing his readiness, and her own, she lifted herself up, and he positioned
his cock at her entrance. Slowly she lowered herself down onto his shaft. It
was a wonderful feeling, being filled by his hard, throbbing manhood, the
cock of a man she could trust. It is a unique feeling, the one of complete
and utter trust in another human being, and rare. She trusted Ron, and so
the feeling was intensified. She rode his cock for all she was worth. As her
legs tired, they switched positions, so he was on top. He pushed into her at
a feverish pace. They were both in heaven. The emotions they had both tied
up inside were releasing themselves. They had poured out their hearts to
each other, and now they were giving of their bodies. Their forms melded
together as if they became one organic unit, undulating back and forth.
Soon, they both started to reach their peak. Their bodies were so in tune
with each other that their breathing and heart rate had synced. Ron pushed,
and Michelle pushed, Ron moaned, and Michelle mewled. Ron grunted, and
Michelle shrieked. Faster, faster, higher, higher they went, until finally,
in utter pleasure, they both came, grunting and moaning and panting and
sweating and spasming, until they were both completely exhausted. There they
lay, in each other's arms, and slept.

Part 4: Ron Begins The Program
Chapter 1: A Change in Job Description
Ron and Michelle walked back into the house, only to find a furious debate
going on. Before they got involved, Ron asked Michelle to go do a favor for
him, so to keep her out of the strife. Then Ron entered the scene, but stood
quietly against a wall, waiting for the right time to interject his
presence.
"You can't do this!"
"Come off it, Dawn, this is crazy!"
"Why are you shutting us out?"
"I'm not shutting you out, guys. Look, I just need to get away from here. I
want to get on with my life. Ron is great, but I want a husband, a family of
my own, a of my own. I can't have that here."
"What if they come after you?" It was an astute question, posed by her
younger sibling. Dawn didn't have an answer. Just then, Michelle appeared in
a doorway and nodded to Ron.
"That won't be a problem." Ron said. Everyone looked at him. "Dawn, for the
life of me I still don't know why you want to leave. However, it is your
choice to do so, and I accept that, now. I had Kumiko make some calls, and
Michelle has confirmed a few things for me. You may leave this house, but
you are going alone."
"What do you mean? Of course, I'm taking Nathan..."
"That's not what I'm talking about. You're afraid that I am attracting too
many people who want to hurt the Family. I am placing you in the care of
another person like myself." Dawn began to protest, but Ron raised a hand.
"Don't even bother. There will be no discussion of this issue, at all. You
may leave this house, but you are not going out there alone, it is too
dangerous. What we've seen lately is only a beginning. This thing is going
to get worse, and I can't keep protecting you from long distances. So, you
will be put in the care of an individual I trust. He will allow you to live
as you choose, but he will be there, close by, to keep you out of harm's
way."
Ron walked out of the room, effectively quelling any argument that might
have been raised. If there had been any doubt at all in the family's mind
before, it was now crystal clear who the master of this domain was. Dawn,
unwilling to just let the issue drop, wanted to follow after Ron, but Kumiko
blocked her way, and simply shook her head. Dawn knew then that the whole
thing had been pre-arranged, and that this was the only way she was getting
out of the house.
"Why, Miko?" Dawn pleaded.
"Master Ron decided a long time ago that none of us could be allowed to live
unprotected anymore. He honored me by discussing possible options with me
some months ago, for just this eventuality."
"You set me up." Dawn was furious.
"Please, Miss Dawn, do not look at it that way. What I have done is to
provide you with the only way to get what you want. This was the only plan
that would allow you to leave. Each of us, if we decide to leave this home,
will have a 'protector', a bodyguard. Someone whom Master Ron trusts. Do not
fight it, Miss Dawn, or you will find that your request will be denied.
Master Ron has treated you kindly, and you are showing him great disrespect
in return. Do not make him use his ultimate authority here, I pray you."
With that, there was nothing more to be said. Dawn did have one question
more, though.
"Why did you spend a half hour pleading my case in there, then?"
"Miss Dawn, you are getting what you requested, which is, out of this home.
It took me that long to convince the Master just to let you leave. Do not be
fooled; he is not happy or content with the situation. He has yielded to
your wishes out of courtesy to you, and some familial connection. Do not
make him dishonor himself by forcing him to go against his decision."
"Very well. Wonderful, I get to spend life with a babysitter." Dawn stomped
off to her room, muttering under her breath.
Megan had taken over the job of answering the door from Kumiko, who found
she would tremble slightly ever since the attack. Therefore, it was Megan
who greeted an entire troop of people, just a couple hours after the "family
discussion" of Dawn's departure.
"Hello, may I help you?" She asked, politely.
"Hi, Megan. My name is Mike McGavin, and we're here to see Ron. Is he
available?"
"Oh, yes. He's expecting you. Please come in." Megan led them to the living
room, and left them there to go find Ron.
"Are you sure he's ready, Mr. McGavin?" asked one of the others in the room.
"It don't much matter now, does it? We can't wait on this one, we've got to
run with what we've got."
Ron entered the room, and stopped dead in his tracks. Arrayed in a
semicircle in the room were ten men, all dressed in white, along with Pete
and Mike. "Good afternoon, sirs. Welcome to my home, please have a seat, if
there are enough...." There was general laughter as everyone but Pete took a
seat, and he stood off against the wall. "Well, what can I do for you all?"
Mike spoke for the group. "Ron, we've got a problem. We still can't get any
details about your attackers."
"What more do you need? They're Russian, they're part of the organized crime
world in Russia, and they don't know who hired them to pull the job. I told
you all of this weeks ago."
One of the committee members spoke up, "But what we really need to know is
who they were working for. Couldn't you weasel that info out of them?"
"I'm telepathic, not clairvoyant. I can't pull out of their heads something
they don't know. They didn't know who hired them. They only knew where to go
to collect their money. I was monitoring that location, but since their job
was a failure, no one showed up to pay them."
There was a general consensus that Ron had done what he could that night,
given the circumstances.
"So, what can I do for you all, given this little crisis?"
"It's not a little crisis anymore, Ron. We've lost six psionics in the last
four weeks. This is looking like a concerted attack on CAMP. The attack on
Marinda, um, Diane, and your son would appear to suggest that CAMP members
are not the only ones under attack."
"I've got a question about that: Why didn't they attack me? I mean, I'm the
psionic here, why did they pretty much avoid me until they didn't have any
options?"
"We really don't know." responded another committee member, "But my guess
would be that they have some spies, and they are aware of your level of
ability. They may be trying to formulate a plan for dealing with you. It may
be that they hoped by killing your son, later they could steal the body, and
learn something from it. This of course makes the assumption that your
ability was passed on, but maybe the Russians know something we don't.
They've been sinking more money into research than we have."
"Uh-huh. Well, you still haven't told me why you're here."
"We need to move up the schedule on your job description, Ron." Mike began.
"This situation has all the makings of a real catastrophe if we're not ready
for it whenever whatever is going to happen, happens. We'd like you to begin
work for us now."
"But what about my high school diploma? I mean, I got the impression that my
job is going to take up all of my time, leaving no time for study and
homework."
"That is correct, it probably will. A lot of what you will be doing is basic
research, but focussed on a specific goal. How have your programming skills
progressed?" inquired a third member.
"Well, I'm proficient in C++, C, and Java, and I have passing knowledge of
Perl, Pascal, Fortran, TCL, and Ada. Just exactly what are you going to
need?"
"Well, mostly we'll have to let you decide that. You'll need to figure out
how to do what it is we need to do. It may be impossible, and we are
preparing for that contingency. While we will give you all the time we can,
we must inform you that time of the essence in this operation. We can get
you your high school diploma without a problem. Let's face it, you and I
both know you're smarter than most of the seniors in the school already, if
not all of them."
Ron had to admit that, yeah, he probably was. "Alright, when do I start, and
where do we go from here?" The conversation proceeded for another two hours,
covering details, schedules, and materiel needs. Somewhere along the line,
Dawn wandered into the room.
Just then some movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention,
and her eyes fell on Pete. Her entire body began to tingle, and she started
to get wet. Pete noticed the attention, and was puzzled by her reaction. He
wasn't using any controls on her, and so therefore he found it strange that
she was so awestruck with him. He smiled politely at her, and he thought she
was going to faint.
As the meeting wrapped up, Ron noticed Dawn. "Hey, sis. How long you been
here?" Ron noticed her obvious distraction, and it took her a while to
acknowledge him.
"Hmm? What? Oh, just a few minutes. Who is this?" She indicated Pete.
"This is Pete, you're new protector." Ron was hoping her obvious attraction
to him would make this easier. It didn't. Dawn's face paled, then went beet
red. She hauled back and smacked Pete as hard as she could. The slap
silenced all sounds in the room.
"You bastard! You slimey scum-maggot! How dare you!" Dawn ran out of the
room and up the stairs.
"What was that about, Ron?" Pete would have been rubbing his face, if he
hadn't seen the slap coming and put up a shield in the nick of time.
"Pete, we need to talk...." Ron led him out of the living room, and they
ended up in the den.
"Look, Ron, I'm not a bodyguard."
"Pete, I'm asking you for a favor. Not as a CAMP member, but as a friend.
She refuses to stay here. I've tried everything short of reprogramming her,
which I won't do. If she really wants to leave, then I want her out of here.
But, I'm not letting her go unprotected. If you won't do it, I'll just have
to find someone else who will."
"Hey, chill out. I didn't say I wouldn't do it, but I mean, what do I get
out of it?"
"The standard here would be for me to let you have your way with her,
right?"
"Well, I suppose, if there were a standard." Pete grinned.
"Well, all right. BUT, hear this good, Pete. If you hurt her, if you beat
her, if you get violent, there will be hell to pay. Do you understand?"
"Ron, I think you're forgetting that I'm a higher ranked psionic than you
are."
"Don't make me put that to the test, Pete." Ron's voice clearly indicated
that he wasn't bluffing, wasn't exaggerating, and definitely wasn't kidding.
"Okay, okay. Gee, take away all a guy's fun...." Ron led Pete up to Dawn's
room. Without knocking, they walked in.
Dawn was sitting, curled up, on her bed. She crouched, as if to pounce, when
she saw them.
"You just stay put, sister dear." Ron commanded. "I think your behavior has
been completely inappropriate. This man has agreed to take his time to
protect your ass, and you repay him by physical violence? I think you owe
him one very big apology."
Dawn lowered her head for a moment, then mumbled, "I'm sorry."
Ron nudged Pete a little and said, "Does that satisfy you?"
Pete took the hint. "I don't think she really means it, Ron."
Ron sighed audibly. Pete thought he was overdoing it, but kept his peace.
"Very well, Sis. If you don't want to do it the easy way, I think you're
going to have to have a spanking." Dawn gaped at him, wide-eyed.
"You wouldn't dare!" She gasped.
"Oh, I would, but I'm not the one who's going to give it to you. You didn't
insult me. You insulted Pete. Have at it, Pete." Ron turned to leave, and
sent the message, Pete nodded, and Ron left the room.
Pete turned his eyes on Dawn, evaluating her assets. He could see the fear
in her eyes, and it was exciting him.
"Well, young lady, come over here." Pete sat on the edge of her bed. Dawn
reluctantly got up and walked over to him. She was getting mixed signals
from herself now. She found this guy incredibly attractive, but she also
considered the entire idea of a permanent babysitter an offense to her
maturity. Further, the mere thought that he was actually going to spank her
revolted her. She stood before him, with a look of contempt. "Lay over my
lap, young lady. You need to be taught some manners." Dawn hesitated, and
Pete grabbed her hand, and yanked her down over his lap. Luckily for Pete,
she was wearing a skirt today. He pulled it up over her waist, and, to his
delight, found that she wasn't wearing any panties. "My, my, my. What a
shameful woman you are." Dawn turned red.
Dawn never really thought he'd do it. She figured it was all for show, a way
of initiating her into his group. She changed her mind rather quickly. The
first blow was a revelation. Their parents had never spanked them to
discipline, and so she had never felt the sting of a bare hand on her ass.
First it was almost numb, then the pain kicked in, followed rapidly by a
burning sensation. Pete kept up the blows, steadily, until he reached
twenty. By that time, there were tears pouring from Dawn's eyes. Though she
tried to keep them closed, her legs had fallen open during the onslaught.
Pete ventured his hand between her legs to find, as he had half-expected,
that she was indeed wet from this experience. Pete continued to rub her ass,
running repeatedly over the red marks his hand had left. His hand stung as
well, but he figured, not as much as her behind did. He ventured again
between her legs. He pressed his hand into her pussy mound. She jerked, and
then she moaned.
"You are mine now, Miss." Pete said. Dawn tried to struggle away from his
hand, but Pete wouldn't let her. He clamped his other hand firmly on her
backside, and continued his motions. He inserted his middle finger deep into
her cunt, and wiggled it around. He was enjoying this, without any controls
at all. Dawn was sopping wet by now, and Pete's cock was straining at his
jeans. He figured it was time to let it out and have some fun. He took his
hand out of her pussy, and tossed her onto the bed. She froze for a moment,
and that was all the time he needed. He slammed a movement control on her,
and moved above her. He reached down and tore the dress from her body.
He then undressed himself. His cock was already fully hard, and he needed
this one bad. Pete was done forcing her, and so he wiggled his way into her
head, implementing some mental control of his own, so she would participate
a little more willingly. Ron had made this possible a few hours before,
rearranging Dawn's controls a little. Suddenly, she was hot for Pete. She
was feeling him up all over. She massaged his balls and stroked his dick.
"Please, put it in me. I need it now." She said. Pete was quite ready to
oblige. He plunged his dick all the way into her cunt on the first stroke.
He forewent the foreplay, and pounded into her like a jackhammer. Dawn was
reeling beneath him, from an intense orgasm that hit her almost as soon as
he had entered her. This continued for minutes, Pete pounding away, Dawn
writhing and moaning. Finally, Pete pulled out of her and flipped her over.
Dawn was not prepared for the rude intrusion into her ass, and screamed when
he entered. Pete didn't let that worry him, he pushed into her quickly, and
pulled out almost as quickly. Ron's basic controls allowed her to lube up
quickly, but she was still quite uncomfortable. Ron had never been this
rough with her. Pete picked up the pace as soon as she loosened, and was
plunging in and out of her ass at an alarming rate. He reached down and
kneaded her tits, pinching her nipples and rolling them between his fingers.
Dawn had three more orgasms this way, and was thoroughly exhausted. Pete
continued pushing into her. Finally, he pulled out, and spun her around.
"Suck me off, girl." Dawn looked at his cock in distaste, knowing where it
had just been. Peter, unhappy with her hesitation, simply said, "Now!"
Dawn went to work on his dick. The taste almost made her sick, but another
of Ron's controls took care of that, and her stomach eased. She sucked him
down into her throat, and then pulled him almost all the way out. She
continued this process until her throat began to get sore. She took him back
into her mouth, using her tongue to lash around his cock.
Peter was finally reaching his climax. He grabbed the back of her head and
shoved his cock in right up to his balls. She gagged momentarily, but then
she was okay. Pete poured spurt after spurt of his seed down her throat,
coming for what seemed like ages. When he was finished, he had her clean off
his cock.
"You and I are gonna have a lot of fun together, little girl." Pete said as
he got dressed. Then he went downstairs, leaving Dawn with her thoughts.
"You were a little rough with her."
"Sorry."
"I can live with it. I don't like it, but I can live with it. But don't get
any worse." Ron walked off, leaving Pete to contemplate his new follower. It
was unusual for CAMP members to make bargains like this, but it was obvious
that Ron didn't really much care about traditional methods as much as he
wanted results. He chuckled to himself at the thought.
Later that day, as everyone was getting ready to leave, and Dawn was saying
her final good-byes to the family, Michelle showed up with her suitcase.
"I guess I go with you guys, huh?" Everyone looked at her, and then at Ron,
waiting for him to explain to her.
"No, Mickey. You won't be going to CAMP. Since some things have changed,
it's been decided that it would be best if you stayed here, and I continued
to teach you." Michelle brightened at that, and gave Ron a big hug and a
kiss.
"Fine with me!" She let him go, but stayed right by him.
Ron stepped over to his sister. "Well, Dawn, I know you're upset, and I know
you think I'm being mean. I can only hope that someday you'll understand why
it has to be this way." They embraced one final time, and then everyone
left. Ron and Michelle stood there, watching them go. Silently, Ron took
Michelle's hand, and they continued to stand there, until the cars could no
longer be seen.
"My Mom thinks I'm going to be gone for eight weeks." Michelle reminded Ron.
"Well, you're always welcome here, of course. Besides, it will make your
training easier." He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss, and then they
headed back into the house.

Chapter 2: Research
For the next few weeks, Ron devoted his time to teaching Michelle, and to a
lesser extent, Karen, the "tricks of the trade" of psionics. Michelle
progressed rapidly, finishing up most of her work in five weeks. Karen took
longer, but did eventually catch on. Michelle achieved the level of
psion-11. Karen's present level was only psion-8, but that would improve as
she matured. Finally, it was time to get down to some real work.
"So, am I going to get to help you with your project, or are you through
with me?" Michelle asked, after Ron had presented her with her "graduation"
certificate.
"Mickey, you can stick around as long as you like. And I would appreciate
some help with this project. I have no idea where to begin."
"Well, what do we have to do?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just be able to control the minds of everyone in the
United States." Sarcasm was dripping from Ron's voice.
"How?" Michelle inquired.
"If I knew that, I'd already be working on it. We have two basic options:
audio and video. Audio is easier to work with, so we'll start there."
"Whatever you say, Boss." She replied with a smirk. Ron was caught short,
then saw the look on her face.
"Not now, Mickey, we've got work to do." Her face fell until he added,
"Maybe later, after we get some stuff done here." And, with that, they set
about doing some research into audio technology and the effects of sound on
the brain.
Three weeks later, and there first experiment was ready to run. Of course,
it was hard to get work finished, what with all the interruptions for...
extracurricular events, but somehow they managed.
"Okay, Mickey, it's ready. Or, at least, I [think] it's ready. Who do we
test it on?"
"Why not try it on me? I trust you." That was reassuring to know, Ron
thought.
"It won't work. I already tried it on myself. Whatever it is in our heads,
they block out this kind of subconscious signalling. I'm hoping that doesn't
mean it won't work on regular people."
"What about the family members?"
"Well, what if it screws up their heads? I don't want to lose any more
family." Ron was still upset at Dawn's leaving. His last report from Peter
said that Dawn was doing well at FSU, and that she had some very strange
notions about their relationship. Ron didn't know what that meant, but he
couldn't worry too much about it. He pulled himself back to their
conversation, as he realized that Michelle had said something that he
missed.
"I'm sorry. My mind wandered for a second. What did you ask?"
"Ron, you need to stop worrying about Dawn. You think no one else here
cares? Hey, it was her decision. You've done all you can." Michelle reached
over and embraced him, but then pulled back. "What I asked was why we didn't
just use a high-school student?"
It was almost like smacking him in the face. "Damn! Why didn't I think of
that? Mickey, that's a perfect idea. What would I do without you?"
"Flounder like a fish out of water, but that's okay. I'll collect payment
later." The smile on her face said she would enjoy collecting, very much.
"Let's go, I think I.... oh, shit. It's not time for school yet. Wait! What
about college kids? They're still in summer session over at the Community
College."
"C'mon! How are we gonna get college kids to work with us?"
"Money. Something we have, and they want. It'll work, for sure. Let's go."
There were many to choose from on campus. They discussed alternate ways of
approaching them, and deciding which ones to use.
"Hello again." Said a familiar voice, from behind them. They both turned,
and Ron recognized the young man. A quick scan showed that this guy was
ready for contact. Unfortunately, Ron really didn't have the time for this.
On the other hand....
"Hi there, Jeff! Michelle, this is Jeff Durant. He's a student here. What is
it, third semester?"
Jeff was taken a little by surprise. He didn't remember giving this kid his
name. "Starting my third shortly. Excuse me, but I don't seem to..."
Ron interrupted. "Not here, Jeff. Is there someplace private we can talk?"
Michelle looked quizzically at Ron, so he leaned over to whisper in her ear.
"He's another psionic, and he's ready for contact. I think we can use his
help to pick our subjects." Michelle smiled and nodded.
"Well, I suppose the cafe is pretty empty about now." Jeff responded.
"That'll do, if we can speak quietly for a moment, I think some things will
become clear to you." Jeff led them over to the Student Union building, and
they took up a seat in an empty snack bar.
"The lunch crowd won't be in for another half hour. I hope you don't need
more time than that?"
"I shouldn't, though you and I are going to need to talk a lot from now on.
My name is Ron Chaffey. This is my associate, Michelle. You are Jeff Durant,
and you have an unusual talent that we need to talk about." Ron saw his face
go white, and was afraid the guy was going to bolt on him. "Relax. I'm not
here to judge your activities. Whatever you've done couldn't have possibly
been any more perverted than the shit I started with." Ron added to himself
with a smile.
"Who ARE you? What do you want with me?"
"Chill out, Jeff. Look, I represent an agency that deals with people like
us. People with The Ability. Lately, you've come to understand that you
can... do things, that you couldn't do before."
"Yeah...." Jeff responded hesitantly.
"You're just now hitting the tip of a very large iceberg. What you've
discovered is just the bacon bits on the salad." Even Ron thought that was
corny, but it got his point across. "The agency I represent was formed to
help you learn to control The Ability, and to live with its consequences."
"What is this agency called? Are they feds?"
"Everyone worries about that. No, the federal government doesn't even know
of CAMP's existence, beyond its tax forms. For rather obvious reasons, CAMP
has never been audited." Ron smiled, and Jeff returned it. "CAMP, which
stands for the Corporation for the Advancement of Mental Proficiency, is a
community of people with The Ability, people we call psionics. We are hoping
you will be interested in becoming a member of this community."
For the next twenty-five minutes, Ron and Jeff talked and discussed. As they
were finishing up talking about CAMP, the lunch crowd started to arrive.
"Do you have some time now, Jeff?" Michelle asked, finally speaking. Jeff
seemed startled at her question.
"She doesn't say much, but listen when she does," said Ron.
"Well, I don't have any more classes today. What did you have in mind?"
"Not what you're thinking!" She added a smile to ease the wound. "We need a
little help with an experiment, and we were hoping you'd be willing to help
out."
"Hey, I ain't nobody's guinea pig."
"You misunderstand," replied Ron. "All we want from you is information. Our
experiment wouldn't work on you, anyway. We need a... oh, for lack of a
better term, a 'normal'."
"Oh. Well, in that case, sure, no problem. What do ya need?"
"We need two subjects, male and female. They should either not be
acquainted, or they should dislike each other." Michelle laid out the
guidelines.
Ron didn't know what she had in mind, but it sounded good. Ron wasn't sure
if she'd be offended at that particular term of endearment, but it didn't
seem to phase her any.
They sat there through lunch, and Jeff pointed out two subjects. One was a
nerdy type, clumsy, and obviously unpopular. The other was one of the
cheerleaders for the college.
"Cheerleaders? At a community college?" Ron asked.
"Well, we do have a rugby team, and a ladies basketball team. They're real
small leagues, but we are active."
Having decided on their targets, Ron and Michelle went to work. Ron let
Michelle handle the cheerleader, so as not to seem threatening, or, worse
yet, like he was trying to hit on someone three years his senior. He headed
for the nerd.
"Excuse me, sir? May I speak to you for a moment?"
The young man looked up, surprised to see such a young person in front of
him. Rather than the annoyed response Ron was expecting, the guy was rather
pleasant.
"Sure. What can I do for you? Have a seat."
"Well, my name is Ron. As I'm sure you can tell, I'm not quite old enough to
be going here yet."
"Yeah, that was pretty obvious. So why are you here?"
"I'm doing a science project for a national competition. I need a subject
who is willing to help me out. I can't use any of my classmates, because I
don't want anyone to find out what I'm working on. I expect to win first
place."
"What's the project about?"
"Oh, it has to do with human response to aural stimulus." Ron had learned
lots of big words relating to auditory science in the last few weeks. "Did I
forget to mention that the volunteers would be paid?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, you did." His eyes really lit up at that thought.
"How much?"
"Well, I'll need help for about four hours or so, and I figured to pay each
person $100. How does that sound?"
"That's quite a lot of money. How do you have that much?" The guy was a
little suspicious, but $100 was enough to feed him for the month, so he was
definitely interested.
"Oh, my family is quite wealthy. Besides, if I win the contest, I get like
$10,000, so it's no big deal, I'm borrowing the money from my old man. He
says if I don't win, he's gonna cut my allowance in half until I pay it
back, but I'm sure I can win."
"Okay, just one more question. Why'd you pick me?"
"An honest question. You looked like the smartest guy in the room, and one
who would understand scientific discovery." Play on the man's vanity, and
you'll get what you want. This, Ron had learned from his mother, who had
done it to him often enough.
"That's cool. When do you want to do it?"
Ron motioned him to wait a second.
<$100. When can she do it?>
They were avoiding the use of their power, to make sure the experiment
worked, and not them.
"Okay... hey, what's your name, anyhow?"
"I was wondering when you'd roll around to that. It's Kyle."
"Okay, Kyle. What time is good for you?"
"Anytime after 2:00. My last class ends then."
"Okay, I want you to go to this address at 3:00, today. We should finish by
7:00 at the latest. Please, do not be late."
"I won't." Ron got up, and they shook hands. He headed over to where
Michelle was sitting with the cheerleader. He avoided looking at her in
anything more than a cursory way, to prevent her thinking he was sizing her
up, and then turned to Michelle.
"Everything okay here?"
"Yeah, no sweat. When do you want to run the experiment?"
Ron turned to look at the girl. "Is 3:00 okay for you?"
"Yeah, fine. Look, how long is this gonna take? I got a date at 9:00."
"You'll be through by then. We shouldn't go any later than 7:00." Ron handed
her a slip of paper. "Please do not be late. There are instructions on the
paper how to get to the address." The girl got up and left.
"She doesn't seem very pleasant, Mickey."
"She isn't. That's exactly what I wanted."
"Just what do you have in mind?"
"You'll see."
Both participants showed up promptly at 3:00. Michelle led them into the
room they were using as a lab. It had been converted, with a two way mirror,
and audio-visual equipment all over the place.
"Okay, if you will both sit down, I'll need to ask some questions of you.
Some of these questions are kind of personal, but let me assure you that
none of the results will be released using names of any kind. You will each
be identified as a number. Turning to Kyle, she said, "Your number is 412."
To the girl, "And yours is 413. You will each get a copy of the final
report, before actual publication. That ensures that no one is displeased
with the way their data was handled. Do you both understand?" After getting
nods from both, she proceeded with the questioning. After the obvious of
height, weight, age, etc., Michelle moved on to the more interesting
questions.
"Now, these next questions are critical to the experiment. I need an honest
answer from both of you on all counts. I understand these things may be
embarrassing, but remember we are doing science here. Now then, 412, have
you ever previously had sexual intercourse?"
Michelle could see the guy was not comfortable answering the question. He
looked furtively over at the girl, and blushed.
"I need an answer, 412," Michelle prodded.
"No." He responded quietly.
"Very well. 413?"
"Of course I have. I'm no damned virgin." Her look of contempt showed what
she thought of 412.
"I see. Okay, 413, at what stage are you in your monthly cycle?"
"What the fuck has that got to do with anything?"
"Just answer the question please."
"Presently, four days past the end of my period."
"Thank you. Okay, one final question to both of you: do you find anyone else
in this room sexually stimulating? 412?"
"Yes," he replied quietly.
"Who?" Michelle was relentless.
"Both of you," was the response. Michelle found this surprising only
slightly. She admitted she had a good body, but was surprised to get a
reaction out of a college student.
"Thank you very much, 412. 413?"
"Not in the least." She gave 412 a look of revulsion. Michelle was having to
restrain herself from hauling off and whacking 413. She had never understood
the attitude of superiority of some women. Michelle was a genuinely helpful
person, and liked to make everyone around her cooperate, and generally treat
each other with respect. She found 413's attitude to be in non-compliance
with her outlook on life, and that was why she had chosen her for the
experiment.
"Please wait here. Ron will be in shortly to explain the experiment to you."
Michelle left the two of them alone. No conversation was exchanged
whatsoever.
"What was all that about, Mickey?"
"I just wanted to see what they were like, that's all. They fit my plan
perfectly."
"Okay, fine. You want to enter your commands to them now?"
"Yeah, let me do that while you go explain the experiment to them. I need to
only say things once, right?"
"That's right. The computers will take care of the rest of it."
"Okay, thanks." She gave him a quick kiss, and then ducked into the sound
room.
The atmosphere back in the lab was chilly at best when Ron walked in. "Well,
folks, we're almost ready to start the test. What's about to happen is
pretty straightforward. We want you both to sit comfortably, and stare at
this wall in front of you. I suppose stare is the wrong word. You can close
your eyes if you choose, we'd just like to cut down on as much visual input
as possible, so don't look around. Then, we'll play some sounds. It'll take
about fifteen minutes for this first one, and then I'll come in and ask for
your reactions to it. I realize this may seem strange to you now. My
questions later will make things clearer. Please, just sit back and relax,
and enjoy the session." Ron made sure they were both comfortable, and headed
out of the room to the sound booth.
"Everything ready in here, babe?"
"Sure is. Come on in, we can watch from here."
"Wait a second. You mind telling me what you've got programmed in there?"
"Well, the guy is just going to become a little less shy, and much less
inhibited. The girl is about to find this guy completely irresistible. Kind
of like I find you...." There was a familiar twinkle in her eye.
"Not now, damn it! We've got to see if this works." Meanwhile, Ron mentally
prodded the pleasure center in her brain. She shuddered from the endorphin
rush.
"I love it when you do that," she cooed. More seriously, she continued,
"Okay, we're ready to give it a shot, if you approve."
"Hey, why not? Let's run with it." Into the PA system, he said, "All right,
guys, here goes. Like I said, just relax." He nodded to Michelle, who
started the computer program.
Inside the room, all that was heard was a low grade buzzing.
Thought 413, whose real name was Anna. Anna was 5'8" tall, with wavy black
hair that fell down to the middle of her back. She had aristocratic
features, and the body to go with them. Her breasts were ample, and they
were nicely outlined by her sweater. Her legs were supple and tanned. Her
whole body gave the impression of a cat, ready to pounce. She was fit and
agile. She was also of the belief that she was the most important person in
the world, better than everyone around her.
Kyle, on the other hand, was intrigued. Kyle was a skinny guy, underweight
because he kept forgetting, in his studies, to eat. He had moppy blonde
hair, green eyes, and pale skin that freckled in the sun. He was 5'4" tall,
and gangly. He was not by any standards handsome, though he wasn't truly
ugly, just sort of, [there]. The kind of person you sort of glossed over and
didn't really see.
The first series was just the precursor set. It was, assuming it worked,
supposed to prepare the mind for any future messages. It opened up certain
pathways in the mind to allow the real commands easier access to the
subconscious pathways in the brain. After fifteen minutes, the noise
stopped, and Ron went back into the lab.
"Okay, guys. I know, that noise is pretty annoying. The next one will be
more pleasant. But, what I need to know now is, relative to how you felt
when you came in, are you more tense, or more relaxed?"
Both parties responded that they were more relaxed. "Very good. Now, beyond
that, did either of you have any... oh,... 'visualizations' while you were
listening? In other words, did your mind conjure up any specific imagery?"
Neither of them could point to anything specific.
"One last question: Do either of you, at this point in time, feel
significantly different, besides the things you have mentioned, than when
you walked in here?" Neither of them did. "Okay. During the second sound,
feel free to let your eyes wander wherever. Visual input will not greatly
affect response on the next sound, we've already proven that. So, sit back
and let your mind roam. Have fun."
Ron went back to the sound booth, and Michelle began the second program. The
second program focussed much more on the personality programming Michelle
had decided upon. Though the full treatment would require two doses of
fifteen minutes each.
In the lab, Kyle was staring blatantly at Anna. Anna was studiously ignoring
him, and focussed on her fingernails. At least, at first. As the time wore
on, she began to briefly glance at him. Anna was starting to wonder about
her sanity. She wasn't bright enough to know about brainwashing, or even
subliminal science. Kyle, on the other hand, had noticed her glances.
The sound, which was reminiscent of falling water, but more musical,
continued, and Anna continued to doubt her sanity. The more she looked at
Kyle, however, the more she felt he was really cute. Beyond cute, he was
starting to make her hot. She felt glad when the sound kicked off. Kyle was
just starting to hope for some headway, and was disappointed at the abrupt
cessation of the noise. However, he did notice that she still kept looking
at him. Just then, Ron re-entered the room.
"So, did everyone enjoy that noise more?" Kyle answered in the affirmative,
but Anna just sort of nodded. She was having trouble taking her eyes off
Kyle.
"Good. Now, I'm going to ask you pretty much the same questions, with just
some minor alterations. Do both of you feel more relaxed now than after the
last sound, or not?" Both responded that they felt about the same.
"That's to be expected, given the program of sounds we're using. Alright,
did either of you have any visualizations this time?" Receiving a negative
reply, he continued. "Do either of you feel significantly different now than
after the last sound?" Kyle said no, but Anna was unclear.
"It's a fairly straightforward question, 413. Do you now feel different from
what you felt fifteen minutes ago?"
"Yes, I do. But I really can't explain it."
"Explanations aren't necessary at this time. The fact that you feel
different is answer enough. One final question, and then we'll move on to
the next sound. 412, who do you feel is the most important person in the
free world?"
"Well, I suppose I would have to say, the President of the United States,
whoever that happens to be at any point in time."
"413? Who is the most important person in the free world?"
"412."
"Interesting response. Very well. The next sound should be fairly
invigorating, so feel free to move around and do whatever comes to mind."
Ron chanced a look at Kyle, who was now eyeing up Anna quite liberally.
Anna, no longer her bitchy superior self, now stared back.
The third and final program was the key sequence. It allowed for specific
command entry, and emotional imprinting. This process actually took twenty
minutes, but neither Michelle nor Ron figured the participants would mind
very much.
"How long you figure it'll take, Mickey?"
"Oh, maybe ten minutes, given her present state of mind."
"Something like that. You are a devious one. Remind me not to get on your
bad side." He gave her a squeeze, and then entered the command for the final
sequence into the computer. "It should be an interesting show."
In the lab, both participants were heating up. Kyle had gotten up and
started pacing around the room, his energy level peaking. This was part of
the programming, it allowed him to fully participate in what was coming.
Anna was now becoming extremely aroused by seeing her man strutting before
her. As the last of her barriers was torn down, she stood up from her chair
and went to him.
"What is your name?" She asked.
"Kyle. And yours?"
"I am Anna. Do you find me attractive?"
"Yes. Very much so." An hour ago, Kyle would not have been able to speak
with her this close. The programming had allowed him the freedom to voice
his feelings.
"Would you like to see more of me?"
"Absolutely."
Anna proceeded to remove her sweater. Underneath, she was wearing only a
bra. Kyle reached out tentatively to cup one of her tits. Anna pressed into
his hand when he made contact, and moaned huskily. Kyle reached around, and
unfastened her bra. He pulled it off her arms, exposing her breasts to his
view. They were magnificent and firm, sagging not at all. The nipples each
were like pencil erasers, standing proudly from small, tight aureoles. Kyle
cupped her breasts again, kneading them, pinching the nipples. With each
touch, Anna became more aroused. She pushed her skirt down off her legs,
leaving her clad only in panties and her shoes and socks.
Kyle's hands were now roaming all over her body. When they finally ventured
between her thighs, Anna orgasmed on the spot. Kyle was dumbstruck, never
having seen a woman naked, let alone one who was orgasming, he was unsure of
what to do. Luckily for him, Anna knew what she was doing.
Anna pushed her shoes off her feet, and then pushed her panties down off her
hips. Kyle got the idea, and finished removing them. She moved over to the
table and lay down on it, holding her legs spread, so that her pussy was
wide open to see. "Take me, Master. I am yours!"
Kyle was completely turned on by this. He fairly tore his clothes off. When
he finally stood before her naked, his rod was already fully rigid. And the
surprise for everyone was, it was the only thing on him that [wasn't]
skinny! His cock was slightly longer than average, and quite thick. Anna
nearly swooned when she saw it.
"Put it in me, Master! Please!"
Kyle was only too happy to comply. He placed his cockhead at the obscenely
spread opening to her pussy, and pushed forward. He slid into her easily,
enjoying the utter ecstasy of her warmth. Kyle let out a fervent grunt upon
reaching his full depth, his balls resting against her ass cheeks. He didn't
rest for long, though. He started a pounding rhythm into her that would have
moved the table across the room, had it not been bolted in place. (The room
had been designed with this sort of activity in mind.) With each thrust,
Anna was grunting and moaning and uttering encouragement to her lover.
"Yes! Oh yes, fuck me, Master! Oh that is so wonderful!" And the like were
filling the room. Kyle was silent, his head locked back, staring at the
ceiling. His furious pace continued, until he shot his load deep into her
womb. Feeling his cum inside her, Anna immediately had the most intense
orgasm of her life. Surprisingly, to Kyle, he was not going limp, but had
only lost a bit of his rigidity. He began stroking again, and found himself
coming back to full hardness.
In the sound booth, very little of this was noticed. Ron and Michelle had
watched until they were certain of the outcome, but then their own lusts
took over.
Ron moved over to Michelle, and took her face in his hands. He kissed her
deeply, warmly, sensuosly. Her tongue darted into his mouth, and a brief
battle was fought, resulting in a draw.
Ron moved his hands down her back until he reached her ass. He picked her up
off her stool, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her
over against the wall, still kissing her. He proceeded, with difficulty, to
remove her blouse and bra. He massaged her breasts, focussing on her
nipples.
Ron sent continuous waves of pleasure through Michelle's enraptured mind,
heightening her experience and driving her towards climax. He stepped back,
and she remained, floating in air for him, so that he could remove her
jeans. He unfastened them and pulled them off her legs, revealing her
sinuous, well-defined lower limbs, and driving him crazy with desire for
her.
Quickly, he removed her panties, leaving her completely nude. She floated
over to him, and they embraced. Michelle, lacking Ron's finesse, but making
up for it with enthusiasm, sent a flood of positive feelings into his mind.
They were both very quickly enveloped in their emotions, lurching ever
onward toward an exquisite peak of pleasure.
Slowly, Ron entered her. Letting out a soft hiss of pleasure, she sank, inch
by inch, down onto his engorged member. Her pussy undulated on his cock,
giving him intensely pleasant feelings. As soon as she reached bottom, she
lifted herself slowly back up, not increasing the pace at all. She
continued, down and back up, over and over, at the same torturously slow
pace. She was driving him wild, and she knew it.
As a regular consequence of their lovemaking, they were floating several
feet off the floor by now. They rolled to the horizontal, and Ron moved
himself so that Michelle was on top. Assuming a traditional position, She
started to ride his cock faster, her tits bouncing freely, until he embraced
them with his hands, massaging them and tweaking her nipples. He knew this
would drive her crazy with desire.
Soon, their action became more frenetic. They bounced off the ceiling and
two walls, and were rapidly heading toward a third. At this point, Ron had
moved to her side, raising her leg to allow him access. She enjoyed this
position immensely, and he knew he could get her off this way.
As they reached the wall with the window in it, Michelle took them both
closer to the floor.
They both came to their feet on the floor, and Michelle placed her hands on
the two way mirror. In the lab, Anna and Kyle were still going at it, but
neither Ron nor Michelle gave a damn at this point.
Ron pressed his organ against her asshole, and slowly pushed it into her
bowels. Gently, he eased his way into her until his dick was fully inside
her. He pulled out, and eased back in, repeating the process until Michelle
loosened up.
Then Ron picked the pace back up. The respite allowed them both to ease down
from their earlier level, and prolong the enjoyment. As Ron increased speed,
he grabbed her hips for leverage. Michelle reached down to tease her clit
with one hand, while keeping the other on the window for support.
Soon they were approaching their peak again. Ron was pumping in and out of
her ass furiously, and she was writhing on his dick in ecstasy. Finally, she
straightened up, and leaned back into Ron. He reached around her and fondled
her tits, still pumping into her. Just as they were both about to come, they
each sent another wave of pleasure through the other's mind. As they came
together, Michelle turned her head towards Ron, and they locked their lips
into a feverish kiss. They stayed like that for some minutes, unaware and
uncaring of their surroundings.
Some time later, when Anna and Kyle had finished their gyrations and cleaned
themselves up, Ron met them back in the lab. Anna was very subdued and
quiet. She deferred to Kyle whenever a question was asked.
"So, 412, do you feel more relaxed or more tense than after the second
sound?" Both Ron and Kyle had trouble keeping a straight face. Kyle decided
to play along.
"Oh, I feel much more relaxed now." Ron made a great show of writing this
down.
"413?"
"I feel.... just fine," she responded.
"Uh-huh, I'll bet." Ron smirked. "Okay, no visualizations? Good. Do you feel
different now from after the second sound?" Both heads nodded in the
affirmative. "Perfect. Well, that concludes our test. Are there any
questions?" Kyle obviously had questions, but was hesitant to ask in front
of Anna. "Anna, would you please go outside and wait with my associate,
Michelle? Thank you." They waited until she closed the door behind her.
"What in the hell was this really all about?" Kyle wanted to know.
"I can't really say. Do you object to the results?"
"Hell, no! But, you're not just some high school kid, are you?"
"Not hardly. I've validated part of my research. That's all I needed to do."
"What do I do with her now? I mean, what's with this 'Master' bit?"
"That is her sexual personna. If you don't like it, you can order her to
change it. When not sexually aroused, she will act, well, normal for a
submissive girl. She will defer to you all important decisions."
"What about her boyfriend, and her other friends? How do I explain this to
anybody?"
"You'll think of something, or let her do it. She's probably not as stupid
as she acts. As for the boyfriend though, I'd have her meet him tonight and
break up with him. It'll still be rough on you, especially since he's
probably a jock, but he'll get over it. Anyway, for now she's yours. This
treatment doesn't wear off, but if you want to get rid of her, just command
her to no longer be interested in you, and to find another target for her
affection."
"That'll work?"
"It's part of the.... effect." Ron had almost said 'programming', but that
would have revealed too much.
"Well, thanks."
"No problem. I got almost as much out of it as you did." They shook hands,
and walked out to where the ladies were waiting.

Chapter 3 - Development
They had another week together, working on the audio program, before
Michelle had to return to high school. She wasn't ready to skip through
those grades, and Ron didn't want her to be shortchanged on her education,
so they both said their good-byes. Although they would see each other on
weekends, they would both probably be too busy during the week for any
encounters.
Before she left, they had gotten the timing for the audio program down to a
fifteen minute total. Ron spent much time on his own trying to figure how to
reduce it even futher. Eventually, after about six weeks, Ron got it down to
four one-minute segments. He was quite pleased with himself, for almost a
whole day. Then the world came crashing down on his project.
Reality sunk in when Ron tried to broadcast his signals to a neighboring
house. The signals he sent should have been quite obvious, and should have
resulted in a rather spectacular sight for Ron. However, the young lady next
door listening to the radio wasn't affected at all. Two more experiments
with different people confirmed that it wasn't the individual. The signal
didn't work if it didn't have the proper audio equipment to transmit it.
Ron was wandering through the house, mumbling to himself one afternoon, when
he came upon an argument in progress.
"You just stay away from him, Tammy!" shouted Nicole.
"Why should I? Just because you say so?" retorted Tammy.
"Hey, I saw him first!"
"Big deal! He likes me better than you!"
Kumiko tried to intervene. "Come on, girls. Let's not fight over such
trivial things as boys. You don't want Master Ron to hear you, do you?"
"Screw Ron! This is about Kevin!" pouted Nicole.
"While it sounds like a fun idea, Nikki, I don't think I'm up to it right
now." Ron startled all of them; they had not noticed his presence in the
room. "Who's Kevin?"
"He's only like THE cutest boy in school. And Tammy's trying to steal him
from me!" The look in her eyes pleaded with him to do something.
"Hey! Not fair getting your brother involved!" whined Tammy.
"Enough. I don't have time for this shit. Get this worked out amongst
yourselves. Don't make me have to deal with this, because you won't like
it." With that, he motioned Kumiko out of the room, and left. They could
hear the argument resume behind them.
"Yes, Master? What may I do for you today?"
"Kumiko, are you feeling alright? You look very pale."
"Actually, Master Ron, I have not been feeling well lately. I've been sick
to my stomach a lot, and I can't seem to get any energy."
"Well, call Dr. Brown and have her come out and look at you. If you're not
comfortable talking to her, have Mom call. Okay?" She nodded, and he gave
her a peck on the cheek before moving off, returning to his mumblings about
audio circuits and speaker fidelity.
Dr. Brown showed Ron her usual disdain for him, until he got within ten feet
of her. Then, the programming he had placed in her mind kicked in.
Instantly, her body was tingling. She had trouble concentrating on her
duties, so aroused was her entire nervous system. Seeing this, Ron left the
room to leave her to her work.
She began a basic examination of Kumiko. Meanwhile, she pondered to herself
why she seemed to go ballistic every time Ron was near her.
When she had finished the exam, she called Ron back into the room, as
requested. "The young lady is pregnant. I assume that you will be deciding
whether or not to keep this one, as well?" Loathing dripped from her voice.
Ron looked over at Kumiko. She simply bowed her head for a moment, and then
nodded to Ron.
"We'll keep this child, yes, Doctor." Ron crossed the room over to her. She
backed away in disgust, until he reached out, grabbed her, and gave her a
kiss full on the mouth. Immediately, her body was wracked with a
mind-bending orgasm that made her so weak in the knees, she nearly fell.
When Ron broke the kiss, she was short for breath.
"All further visits will be in your office, Doctor." Ron kicked in his
mental powers for the next part. "Every time you see Kumiko, it will remind
you of the feelings you just had. It will make you very horny. You will not
be able to touch Kumiko, but you will have sexual relations with the patient
you see right after Kumiko. If that patient is accompanied by a companion,
you will invite them to join in as well. Do you understand these
instructions?" She nodded. "Very good. You may go now."
As Dr. Brown was leaving, Ron went over and embraced Kumiko. "You're going
to be a Mom, Kumiko. I'm very happy." Kumiko beamed.
Ron really needed to talk to somebody. It was eleven o'clock at night, and
most of the family was asleep already. He wandered the house until he found
a light on. Linda was in the library, reading a book. She was wearing a thin
nightshirt, light blue in color and lacy. She had her legs tucked under her,
and her hair pulled into a pony tail. All together, the image was very sexy.
Ron walked in and sat across from her. Then he waited for her to put her
book down.
"Something the matter, Ron?" she asked.
"You could say that. You know I've been working on this project for a long
time now."
"Yes. Although I don't know what it's about, I know you have put a lot of
time and effort into it. Enough so that some family members have grumbled
about a lack of attention." She smiled at him in that special way she had.
He moved over next to her and laid his head on her shoulder.
"It won't work. In the lab, it works fine, but it won't work in the real
world. I've wasted a couple of months worth of effort."
"Oh, Ron. I'm sorry. I sense that the project is important. I wish there was
something I could do, but I don't know anything about that technical junk."
"Well, my problems don't stop there."
"What do you mean?"
"Kumiko's pregnant."
"Well! Congratulations, Pop!"
"I don't know, Linda. It doesn't feel right."
"What do you mean? Do you think the child isn't yours?"
"No, nothing like that. There's just something about the situation that
doesn't seem.... I don't even know how to describe it. It's all very
confusing. Really, I just wish I could stop thinking about it for awhile."
"I think we can manage that," she replied. She pulled his face up to hers,
and kissed him full on the lips. He responded with growing eagerness, as she
pulled his shirt off of him. They broke the kiss to remove her nightshirt,
leaving her completely naked. Ron rose to remove the rest of his clothing,
and then pulled her up to him. They embraced warmly, and he kissed her face,
and then her neck. In the library was a fake fur rug, very soft and plush.
He set her down on it on her back, and stood back to admire her body.
"You are a very beautiful woman, Linda. I just thought I should tell you
that."
"Thank you. Now come here and hold me." Ron fell to her side, and wrapped
his arm around her waist. She turned her face towards him, and they
continued their kissing. Ron slowly moved his hand up to one of her breasts.
He gently kneaded it, caressing its entire surface. He paid special
attention to her nipple, making it stand up in arousal. He moved over to the
other breast and repeated the procedure. Ron broke their kiss, and began
moving down her body, kissing and licking as he went.
Ron suckled longingly at her tits, pulling them into his mouth as if he were
a child. Before leaving them and moving onward, he gave each nipple a light
nip, causing squeals of pleasure from Linda. Ron continued down her body,
stopping off at her navel to run his tongue around the depression.
Ron skipped over the rest of her body, and moved down to her feet. He first
massaged each foot, getting Linda to relax, and making her body more supple.
He kissed and sucked on her toes, taking each one into his mouth and running
his tongue around it. He moved up to her ankle, kissing as he went. He
massaged and kissed his way up her legs, switching legs often to get equal
coverage. Linda was moaning softly throughout the process, living in pure
heaven.
Finally, he approached her pussy. Ron hesitated, teasing her, and then
lightly brushed his tongue against her labia. She jumped, arching her back a
nd thrusting her cunt down towards him. He moved back, not allowing any more
contact. This was real torture, but he knew she loved it. He continued to
use just a feather's touch, backing away when she spasmed, for several
minutes. When he knew she could take little more, he sucked her clit into
his mouth and began lashing it with his tongue. Immediately, she came with
an intense orgasm, writhing and thrashing on the floor. Her screams were
strangled, as she was trying not to wake the rest of the family. Ron
continued his onslaught throughout her orgasm. Linda nearly passed out from
the enjoyment of it. Finally, her body, after repeated orgasms, pulled back
from the brink. Ron pulled his mouth off her clit, but was still gently
running his fingers up and down her slit.
"Oh, please, Ron! I need to be fucked silly after all that!"
Ron considered her request for maybe a microsecond before deciding that she
had, indeed, had enough torture and deserved a reward. Ron climbed up
between her legs, and kissed her gingerly on the lips. As they parted from
the kiss, he pressed his cock into her. She let a low growl escape her
throat. He pressed all the way into her, until his pelvis met hers. They
remained like that for a long time, enjoying the intimacy of the moment.
Finally, upon mutual agreement, they began a slow, sensual rhythm. Neither
of them was in a hurry now; they wanted it to last as long as they could. As
they stroked back and forth, they massaged each other, occasionally rolling
over to let one or the other rest. Ron spent much time easing the tension in
her legs, her neck, her back.
As Ron sensed that Linda was ready, he began picking up the pace. Meanwhile,
he stimulated a few nerve endings, and helped her make the climb towards
climax. As they increased their thrashings, they both became more vocal. Her
earlier cries would have been nothing compared to the combined din they were
now creating. As they reached orgasm, both of them moaned loudly.
After coming down, they laid side by side, still entwined, embracing each
other tenderly.
"Thank you, Linda. I really needed someone to lean on tonight."
"I'll always be here for you, Ron. I'm just glad I could help."
Ron pulled out of her, but they remained on the rug, embracing. They fell
asleep, tired, but very satisfied.
Several weeks passed by before Ron had established a new plan. So engrossed
was he in his studies that it had not occurred to him lately that he had not
seen Michelle in some weeks. He vowed to look in on her at his earliest
convenience, but that would be some time in coming.
The new plan involved the visible spectrum rather than auditory stimulus.
Many of the things he had figured out over the course of his research
actually made the job simpler than it had been using strictly an audio
signal. Ron spent many days writing, verifying, and debugging his source
code. Finally, after a hundred straight hours of work, Nicole found him at
his desk, asleep. She reached across him to turn off his computer, but he
awoke abruptly.
"Don't touch that!" he snapped.
Nicole, startled, jumped back. "Sorry, Ron. You need to get some sleep,
though. You look like shit."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right, Nikki. Sorry for hollering at you." He
reached over and gave her a hug. "Did you need something in specific?"
"No, Mom just wondered where you were. You've been spending an awful lot of
time in here, ya know."
"This work is important. It's almost finished, I hope. I'll have to test it
out, but, I think I'll get some more sleep first."
Ron had every intention of testing out his program on his new neighbor, but
he had to straighten out some other issues first.
"Hello? May I help.... Oh, Ron! Hello! We haven't spoken in some time." Mrs.
Donalli gestured for him to come in.
"Hello, Mrs. Donalli. I'm looking for Michelle. Is she here?"
"Well, of course not, dear. Why would she be here?"
"This is her house, isn't it?"
"Yes, of course it is."
"Well? Doesn't it seem natural for her to be in her house?"
Mrs. Donalli's expression was confused, for a moment, but then she
brightened. "Not at this time, no."
Ron groaned to himself. "Look, do you know where she is?"
"Not the slightest clue," Mrs. Donalli replied merrily.
"Doesn't that worry you?"
"No."
Without breaking protocol, Ron was not able to scan her. However, even his
basic senses could tell that this woman was not behaving normally. He
conducted a basic medscan, which was allowed, and proved to himself that she
was not drugged.
"Well, Mrs. Donalli, if you see Michelle, would you please tell her that I
am looking for her, and ask her to contact me?"
"I'd be happy to, Ron, but I don't think I'll be seeing her anytime soon. I
will post a note for her in her room, though. Please have a nice day." She
escorted him out, and shut the door behind him.
An intense scan of the house proved that Michelle was not present, or hiding
nearby. Obviously, Michelle had gone, but Ron didn't know whether it was
voluntarily or not. Just now, however, he had a promise to keep with his
little sister. There was a sale at the mall, and he had promised to take her
up there after band practice. He drove his new Ford Expedition over to the
school.
"Why don't you just get the hell away from us, Kelly?" screamed Nicole.
"Yeah!" echoed Tammy.
"I'm gonna rip you both a new asshole for this!" Kelly and her gang of
friends advanced on the two.
Ron was rounding the corner just as the fight started. Mostly, he was
irritated with his sister for getting into trouble. However, since she was
outnumbered six to one, he felt he ought to intervene on her behalf. As it
turned out, he didn't have time.
Kelly, the leader, had knocked Nicole down, and was kicking her in her side.
Two other girls were holding Tammy back, and a third was punching her in the
gut. "This'll teach you to try to make it with guys we've picked for
ourselves. You were warned. Now you pay the price."
Ron had stepped out of his truck just as Kelly was hauling back for a
heftier kick. Then, out of nowhere, came the loudest roar Ron had ever
heard. Everyone froze, stunned by the noise. Ron turned to his left, and
what he saw nearly made him faint. Standing not more than ten feet from him,
and less than six feet from his sister, was the largest damned mountain lion
he'd ever seen. But this one was white. Not albino, for it had green eyes,
but its fur was purest white. It was staring rather hungrily at the girl
Kelly.
As the puma approached the group, they all tried to move back. Nicole, in
pain and rolling on the ground, couldn't get away. Unfortunately, the cat
was between her and Ron. The cat stood over Nicole, looking down at her for
a moment. Then, turning toward the group, the cat crouched. It pulled back
its lips and let out a blood curdling snarl, right before launching itself
at the girls still holding Tammy. With this, the girls broke free and ran as
fast as they could. Tammy slumped to her knees, unable to remain standing.
The puma padded over to her and rubbed up against her, like a big house cat.
Ron approached carefully, but the cat showed no sign of aggression. It sat
down quietly between the two girls, and stared at him. Something about the
cat's posture was somehow familiar to him, something so
recognizable.........
"Where am I?" Looking around, Ron saw not the schoolyard, but a misty venue,
bathed in a soft pink light. In the distance stood a figure. No, it was
walking toward him: soon it was upon him. It was...
"Jessica!"
"Hello, Master Ron. I hope my actions have pleased you."
"Your.... actions? You mean, bringing me here? Of course I'm glad to see
you."
"I am glad you are happy to see me, Master, but those were not the actions
of which I spoke. I was referring to my intervention on Miss Nikki's
behalf."
"You mean...[you're] the mountain lion?" Ron was dumbstruck.
"Yes, Master. I felt that you would want me to protect your sister. I hope I
have not acted out of turn."
"No! No, that's fine, Jess, but, um, where are we?"
"This is my existence, Master. You are now on the plane of The Watchers."
"I don't understand."
"In this realm reside those of us who have passed from humanity, who, for
one reason or another, cannot continue our journey until certain events come
to pass. We can choose to explore the physical universe, or watch our loved
ones back on Earth. I have chosen to spend my time watching you, Master."
"You say you can't continue your journey. What's holding you up?"
"My life is not my own, Master. I willingly gave my destiny over to you. As
such, I am bound by the laws of the realm to wait for you. We will all be
evaluated together."
"Are you saying that whatever I do now, even after you're dead, could cause
you to suffer punishment?"
"No, Master, you misunderstand. The realm we reside in does not judge
activities. We have been linked permanently by my actions. As such, upon
your passing from the physical plane, we will be evaluated to see where we
might best be utilized in the future. Your family will remain together, even
after the passing."
"Well, I guess that's good news. I mean, I don't really understand all this,
Jess."
"You need not understand it all, Master. It is. It will be. That is the way
of things in this realm."
"You said you were in the realm of The Watchers?"
"The plane of The Watchers, Master. Please don't confuse the terms."
"Sorry. Anyway, if they're just watchers, how come you intervened back on
Earth?"
"It is a rare case that allows for physical manifestation back on the
physical plane. However, they have decided that, due to circumstances about
which I know nothing, my presence would be a help to you. As it is part of
their purpose to see to it that Earth progresses in positive directions,
they have allowed for this intervention."
"Can you stay with me? I mean, will you be there when I go back?"
"I cannot return to Earth in human form. The lioness is the representation
of my being. She will remain with you for as long as she is needed. You can
speak to me, here, at any time she is with you. I cannot, however,
communicate with you if my manifestation is not physically near you."
Ron approached the girl before him. "Thank you, Jess. You can't know how
much I've missed you." He reached out to her, but she stopped him with a
gesture.
"You could not face the reality of this manifestation. I will be there when
you need me. Go now, and be well."
Ron blinked, and he was again back in the schoolyard. The lioness was still
there, staring at him. Now, he recognized the posture. It was distinctly
Jessica, the way she would cock her head to the left and just stare right
through him.
Remembering his duty, he moved to Nikki's side. "Nikki! Are you all right?"
Nicole moaned and rolled over onto her back. She smiled weakly up at her
brother. "Yeah, I guess so, Ron. Geez, I feel like I got run over by a
truck." Suddenly, her eyes fell on the big cat, and she got frightened.
Ron tried to comfort her. "Shhh. Don't worry, she won't hurt you. She saved
your butt back there. C'mon, let's get you into the truck." Ron picked her
up and carried her to the vehicle, while the lioness remained at Tammy's
side. Ron returned to look Tammy over. As he bent down, he rubbed his hand
alongside the puma's face. She rubbed up and down against his palm, uttering
a deep, soft purr.
"Tammy? You okay?" Ron gave her a mild shake, and she began to stir. "Wake
up, Tammy, we gotta go."
"Ron? Where am I? The last thing I remember was this big..." Just then she
saw the cat, and screamed. The puma didn't move, but Ron grabbed Tammy so
she wouldn't bolt.
"Tammy! Stop! The cat saved your ass back there. She's not a problem, she
won't hurt you. Now let's get you back to the house. Can you walk?" She
responded in the affirmative, so he helped her to her feet. He walked her to
the truck, with the puma following close behind them. He helped Tammy into
the back seat, and then wondered how to deal with the puma.
He bent down to rub its face again, and look into its eyes. "I sense that
I'm not supposed to tell the others who you really are, so I have to treat
you like an animal. Is the back of the truck okay with you?" In response,
the cat walked past him, rubbing her body against his, and stood at the back
of the truck, waiting to be let in. "I'll take that as a yes." He opened up
the back of the truck, and she jumped in and lay down on the soft carpeting.
Ron got in and headed for home.
The large cat was well accepted in the Chaffey household, largely because
Ron made it clear that she was not leaving, period.
"What do we call her, Ron?" asked Nicole.
"Well, she reminds me so much of Jessica, I think I'd like to name her
Jess." No one objected, and so the puma became another part of a very
strange family.
The next day, Ron headed over to the high school to search for Michelle. The
easiest thing for him to do was to head to the office. Upon entering the
office, he paused, reminiscing over pleasant memories in this building. He
took time to look around, enjoying his remembrances, until the secretary was
finished with whatever she had been doing.
"May I... Ron! Hey, great to see you! I hear you graduated early. Way to go.
Are you attending the community college now?"
"Hi, Ms. Mitchell. No, I got a job right out of school. A national company,
I'm there computer specialist in public relations." This was, technically,
true, and it sounded good.
"Glad to hear it! So, what can we do for you today?"
"I'm looking for a friend of mine, and she doesn't seem to be around
anywhere. I was wondering if you could tell me what her class schedule is."
"Now, Ron. You know that information is confidential. I can't just give that
out to...." Ms. Mitchell was distracted by one of the young students who
walked by, and into the back offices. Apparently, he was a student assistant
to the principal, and quite clearly had no interest in Ms. Mitchell.
"Now, Ms. Mitchell. I think I could make it worth your while." She caught
the glimmer in his eyes, and guessed its meaning.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked in a whisper.
Ron responded in kind. "I saw how you looked at that guy. You've got the
hots for him big time. But he probably doesn't know you exist, right?" She
blushed a deep crimson, but said nothing. Not that words were needed. "I can
get him to do anything to you that you want him to. Just give me the info I
want, and he's all yours."
Ms. Mitchell considered the proposition, but her libido won the argument.
"Okay, what is this student's name?"
"Michelle Donalli." He spelled it for her, and obtained her class schedule.
"Records indicate, though, that she has not been in class for the last week
and a half. Attempts to reach her parents have failed. Probably they moved
away without telling us. Sorry, Ron, looks like you got dumped." Ms.
Mitchell was sympathetic, but also getting very horny. Her eyes continued to
dart towards the back room.
"Oh, well. Life sucks for me. Oh, I guess I'd better live up to my part of
the bargain. What's that guy's name?"
"Darren."
Ron headed into the back room, and had a few words with Darren. When he came
out, he motioned Ms. Mitchell into the back room. She headed back, but
stopped upon opening the door. She turned around and smiled at Ron. He
looked past her to see Darren standing, completely nude, ready and waiting
for her.
"Have fun, Ms. Mitchell!" Ron called. She winked and gave a wave before
darting into the room and closing the door.
Ron might have been more concerned about Michelle's whereabouts given the
recent rash of psionic deaths, but his intuition was telling him that
something about Michelle was not kosher. He couldn't yet put a finger on it,
but he had a strong feeling that she was not in any danger. Still and all,
she needed to be found, but he could leave that up to the specialists at
CAMP. He had a project to finish, and a new target to acquire.
Ron returned home to a quiet house. Neither of his teacher friends were home
from the high school yet, and Nikki and Tammy were also in class. Sandra was
at work, though Ron still didn't understand why she insisted on working.
Megan was up in her room, reading a book. She greeted him cordially, but she
could tell he was not presently interested in her services, so she went back
to her book.
He found Kumiko and Jessica playing together in the back yard. He stood back
and watched as Kumiko tossed a frisbee, and Jess ran after it, catching it
in her mouth just like a dog. It seemed strange to see a mountain lion
playing catch, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. Without disturbing
them, he returned to his lab to work on refining his project. He had been on
the verge of a new breakthrough when he had been interrupted by real life.
Now he set back to it with a vengeance.
Four hours later, and he had verified it. He had built the most
sophisticated psychological weapon known to man. If the military only
knew.... Thinking along those lines brought Ron to an inevitable conclusion
about what CAMP might wish to do with his new program. Thinking that he
might want a little insurance policy, he transferred this new program over
to a Versatile Optical Disc(VOD). Having done that, he put the VOD in a
secure location. CAMP wasn't going to get their hands on this program. It
was way beyond what they had asked of him. As usual, Ron always delivered
just a little extra. In this case, the "little extra" was terrifying, even
to him.
Having secured away his special program, Ron booted up the CAMP program into
his notebook computer. It was just about time for the high school kids to be
getting out, and so Ron went up to the second floor balcony to await the
arrival of his target, one Clarissa J. Deneuve.
Miss Deneuve lived next door to the Chaffeys, which was some way down the
block. Ron had set up a small spotting scope to watch her driveway. Of
course, he could have just televiewed, but he found that tiring. While he
waited for Clarissa, he went over his own plans in his mind. CAMP's
reticence in telling him all he wanted to know about their present project
concerned him a lot. He felt he needed to be ready with a backup plan, in
case it turned out that CAMP's motives were not as clean as he had been led
to believe.
Ron had been watching for about ten minutes when a car pulled up to his
neighbor's house. A man, whom Ron assumed to be Mr. Deneuve, walked briskly
out of the house to meet the two surly looking gentlemen who had exited the
vehicle. A quick scan gave him the answer. Ron's backup plan required
someone with contacts that he just didn't have. It required people who
weren't worried about morality so long as there was money in it. It
required.... crooks.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he almost missed Clarissa's arrival
home on the bus. He had completely missed the conversation between her
father and the thugs, so he still didn't know what it was all about. He
decided it could wait, though. He studied Clarissa as she walked to her
house, head held high, and her walk was more of a strut. Ron's first
impression of her was that she felt she was too good for him, or just about
anyone. He'd remedy that, real soon. He headed down to the lab to get his
equipment.
One of the things Ron had done as soon as he knew who his next target was
going to be, was to install some special equipment on their cable line. It
wouldn't normally affect transmission, until he needed their attention. Then
it allowed him to transmit his signal over every TV in their house. Ron
reached out with his mind to find out where Clarissa was in her house. By
now she had changed into more comfortable clothes, and was settling in to
watch some television.
Ron had long ago worked up the program he wanted to test. He ran a self-test
first on the program, and then remotely on his in-line equipment. Everything
checked out. One final check to make sure she was still watching, and....
"Here we go!"
Clarissa was watching a rerun of 90210 when all of a sudden her screen went
blank. "Aw, shit. Come on!" She reached for the remote, but then the screen
was filled with a pattern of shifting colors, swirling, almost...hypnotic.
Ten minutes later, she found herself standing outside the home of her next
door neighbor. She'd met Ron once, and found him to be an intolerable bore.
Apparently, she had already rung the doorbell, since the door was now
opening. There in the doorway was Ron, with a very strange expression on his
face.
"Come in." He invited.
"What am I-" she began, but Ron interrupted her.
"You are not to speak in my presence, slave!" Her immediate reaction was to
slap him, but she couldn't raise a hand to him. Nor, she realized, could she
now speak.
Ron led the girl through the house and down into his private area. This part
of the house was off-limits to everyone else. Only Kumiko had ever ventured
here, and she had been soundly punished for it. The duo walked into a large
bedroom, filled with soft mats all over the floor. There was a single
armchair, plush and comfortable.
Ron walked over and sat in the chair, and admired Clarissa. She was a bit on
the short side at 5'2" tall, but her body was perfectly proportioned, and
her auburn hair fell nearly to her ass. Her brown eyes were piercing, though
now they held a look of utter confusion. Her lips begged for contact, and
Ron was soon going to give it to them.
"Come here." She walked over to him in her usual stride. "Stop. From now on,
in my presence you will walk with your hands folded in front of you, your
eyes cast down, and you will take smaller steps." She proceeded toward him
in this manner until she reached his side.
"Strip." Clarissa pulled her T-shirt off over her head. Then she undid her
jeans. She slipped them down off her legs and stepped out of them, taking
her shoes and socks off at the same time. She reached behind her and
unclasped her bra. There was a moment's hesitation, and Ron began to worry,
but then she continued, dropping the bra on the floor with the rest of her
clothes. Her panties followed suit, and then she was completely nude.
Ron now admired how well defined her muscles were, how fit she appeared. He
ran his hand along her hip, eliciting a shiver from her. "Kneel." She knelt
down at his side, awaiting his next order. He brought her face to his, and
kissed her. According to her programming, she returned the kiss with vigor.
Eventually, Ron broke off the kiss, and stood to remove his own clothes. Now
bereft of apparel, he sat back in the chair, and motioned Clarissa to move
between his legs. "Suck my dick." Her eyes gave a momentary flare of anger,
but were then extinguished by the programming. She reached out her hand to
take his semi-erect penis, and began stroking lightly, while her other hand
fondled his balls. Soon Ron was fully hard, and she brought her mouth to the
tip of his cock. She kissed the head of his cock softly, and then sucked him
into her mouth. Slowly, she worked herself down his shaft, until he hit the
back of her throat. She drew herself back, allowing his cock nearly to slip
from her mouth, and then pulled him back in. She did not increase pace, only
maintaining this maddeningly slow rhythm. It was working, though, because
Ron was quickly ready to come. He grabbed her head, and pushed his cock in
as far as she would take it. He came in her mouth, and she swallowed every
drop.
When he was finished, he let her go. She immediately resumed her sucking, as
she had not been given any other instructions. Ron let her continue until he
had rehardened, and then had her stop. "Get down on all fours, bitch. I'm
going to fuck you like the bitch you are." Clarissa dropped to her hands and
knees. Ron led her over to a soft mat, and placed a pillow under her head,
and a cushion under her stomach. This raised her ass high in the air, making
it a very inviting target. Ron moved behind her, and placed his dick at the
entrance to her pussy. Just then, he had a thought, and he let go of his
dick. It remained where it was while he pulled his hand back and up. Then he
brought it down, hard, on her ass. It made a loud smack! noise, and brought
some brief pains to his hand. Obviously, it hurt her for far longer, because
the red mark on her ass remained. He repeated this, over and over, until she
was crying openly. Then, he plunged his cock deep into her. He met little
resistance, as her programming had prepared her for fucking. Ron maintained
a steady pace, ramming into her while she would grunt and moan.
Occasionally, he'd give her another smack, and then the room would be
pierced with another wail of pain. She was not used to such treatment; she
had been a spoiled little brat, and this was a very rude introduction to the
world of discipline.
For half an hour, Ron pounded into her. Finally, as he was ready to explode,
he pulled out and rolled her onto her back. He straddled her chest and
grabbed her tits, wrapping them around his cock. They weren't quite big
enough to fully engulf him, but they gave ample stimulation. He thrust
himself in between her tits, gathering speed, until his cum spurted forth
from his dick. Her face was covered with jism, and it ran into her ears as
she lay there.
Totally spent, Ron rolled off her and moved slowly to his feet. He headed
off to the bathroom to clean himself up. He came back to get dressed, and
found her still lying on the floor.
"Get up, go to the bathroom, and clean yourself off. Get dressed, but do not
put your panties back on. Return here when you are finished." Ron waited for
her and pondered what to do about her father, and how he might get himself
introduced to whomever had sent the thugs. When she returned, she appeared
wholly presentable, and ready to return home. Ron led her out of the bedroom
and out the house, picking up his computer, and a special disc, along the
way.
When they walked into the Deneuve home, it was immediately obvious that Mrs.
Deneuve was not what one would call a meticulous housekeeper. Not that the
place was filthy, but it was far from tidy. Mrs. Deneuve spotted Ron almost
immediately.
"Who are you? Guests are not allowed in this home without warning. You know
that, Clarissa-"
"Shut up." Ron interrupted her with both a verbal and mental command. He saw
Mr. Deneuve standing in the doorway to what appeared to be a den. He took on
a very surprised look when, not only did Mrs. Deneuve not slap Ron, but she
actually did as she was told.
"Mr. Deneuve? You and I need to have a talk."
"Very well, Mr.-?" He indicated that he did not know who Ron was.
"Ron Chaffey, sir, your next door neighbor."
"Ah. All right, Ron, come on in to the study."
Mr. Deneuve led Ron into the study, and offered Ron a seat. He took it, and
Mr. Deneuve sat across from him.
"So, Ron, what is it that we need to discuss? I'd offer you something to
drink, but I don't think Anne is going to be willing to get you something
now."
"I'm not thirsty anyway. Let me be very blunt sir: you have something I
need, and I can provide you with something you want. I'm proposing a trade
of services."
Mr. Deneuve was taken quite aback by this forthright, though somewhat
precocious gentleman. "Well," he chuckled, "Put that way, how can I refuse?"
"I'm quite serious. Let me ask you a question. I saw some hoods here today.
Who were they?" As soon as he'd asked the question, he knew he'd come to the
right man. Aside from his facial expressions, the man's thoughts were nearly
telegraphing themselves. Mr. Deneuve declined to answer the question.
"Mr. Deneuve, look: I know you must be in some kind of trouble, otherwise
you wouldn't be getting visits from guys named Guido who have broken noses.
My guess is that you owe someone money. I am in a position to help. Now, do
you want to talk to me, or should I find someone else who has what I need?"
Over the last couple of years, Ron had gained a great deal of confidence in
himself and his ability to deal with things. Thus, he was much more
effective in dealing with Mr. Deneuve than he had been in dealing with Mr.
Simmons.
"All right. You're right, I owe money, big time. But I don't see how you can
help."
"Why don't you tell me about it?"
"I own a small women's fashions outlet in the mall. It's been going strong
for twelve years. Except for the last two, that is. Lately, I just haven't
been able to make the profits that I used to. And well, Anne is, shall we
say, somewhat demanding about her 'needs'. There was no way I could tell her
that we had to sell the house, and so, I went to a loan shark."
"How much are you into them for?"
"Two hundred grand."
"Damn! Is that all? I thought it was serious. Who is this loan shark? Is he
affiliated with any big syndicate?"
"The organization he belongs to runs this whole area, for a hundred miles
all around."
"Okay, here's the deal. What I need from you is a meeting with the big boss,
or his representative. It's about business, profitable for everyone
involved."
"And what do I get in return?"
"Two things: number one, I'll clear your debt with them. Number two, how
would you like your wife to be a little bit nicer?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, she seems like a real bitch. How'd you like your own personal
little playtoy? Or," Ron paused, considering the daughter, "maybe two?"

Chapter 4: Mass Distribution
"Look, I need to know all four steps. And I have to know them [now]. I can't
wait until later, because I will have to present this as a cohesive package
to the distributors, and also, the program builds on itself, so your concept
of four separate installments just won't work."
"I see," replied the committee member. "Very well. Here is what we need the
American people to believe at the end of the programming..."
When the man left, Ron was stunned. The plan was utterly simple, yet
devilishly tricky to pull off. And the ramifications.... Ron had just
decided to postpone his deliberation for another time, when he heard a
ruckus raised in another room. He went to investigate.
What he saw were his two girls, Nikki and Tammy, rolling around on the floor
fighting. Other family members were staring, unsure of what to do. No one in
the family had caused this kind of trouble before.
"ENOUGH!!" Ron's voice bellowed across the room, freezing everyone in their
tracks. Nikki and Tammy both bolted to their feet, and cowered slightly as
he approached. Kumiko, who would normally have intervened on their behalf,
was cringing on the other side of the room. Nobody expected Linda to step up
to bat for them.
Linda moved quickly in front of Ron. "Ron, wait. Don't deal with this while
you're angry. You might do something that you normally wouldn't, something
you'll regret doing when you think back on it. Please, just take a moment to
calm down. For me?" She gave him a pleading look that stopped him in his
tracks.
Ron considered for a second her request, and realized she was right. He took
a few deep breaths and closed his eyes. When he felt relaxed enough, he
opened his eyes, and gave Linda a kiss. "Thank you." Then he moved past her
to the girls. "What is going on?"
They both started talking at once, then stopped. They started again, and
then they just glared at each other. Ron was having a hard time not
laughing. Linda had broken the tension for him, if not for anyone else. He
found this exchange utterly funny, but he knew nobody else would understand
him laughing just now.
"Nikki? You first."
"Ron, she's just become impossible. She steals my boyfriend, gets me kicked
off the debate team, and intentionally makes me look bad in front of my
teachers. Today, she stole my homework and I got an 'F' on my assignment!"
Nikki looked ready to go back at it.
"Tammy? Care to comment?"
"I didn't her boyfriend, he chose to go out with me. As to the other stuff,
I won't even dignify it with a comment."
"I see. Well, is there any chance that you two are going to resolve this on
your own?" Ron got no response. "Does anyone else have anything to add?"
Sandra stepped forward. "Ron, honey, this fight has been going on now for a
month. We've tried not to bother you with it."
"A month, huh? Well, that certainly does imply they aren't going to get over
it. So, you two, what do I do about this?" Neither of them had an answer.
"If I force you two to make up, it won't make any real difference, will it?"
He received reluctant shakes of the head. "Fine. Then you'll just have to be
separated."
Nobody really knew what he meant by that, and they were all waiting for him
to explain. Tammy was the first to get up the courage to ask. "What do you
mean, Ron?"
"I mean, Tammy, that it is time for you to go home. I allowed you to stay
here as Nikki's friend and companion. If you can no longer fill that role,
it is time for you to leave. Your old room is waiting for you, and,
according to my last phone conversation with your parents they would be
happy to have you back. Of course, that was a couple of months ago. Megan
will help you pack your stuff, and I'll go call your parents. Get moving."
Tammy and Megan headed upstairs, and Nikki walked over and embraced Ron.
"Thank you, big brother. I knew you'd be on my side."
"You're my sister, Nikki. Tammy's just an acquaintance. She wasn't even a
slave like Kumiko and Megan. She was just your friend. If you don't want her
here anymore, then she goes. You should have said something to me a long
time ago." Ron bent down and kissed his sister. "Remember that I love you,
Sis." Ron turned to Linda, and said, "I want to thank you again for stopping
me back there. I was pretty upset. I'm glad you chose to stay here." He
embraced her, and then left the room.
Sandra looked at Linda and said, "At least he listens to someone around
here."
"What do you mean?" She replied.
"Ron hasn't taken orders from me in years." Sandra's voice betrayed no
bitterness, just a wistful sadness. "I'm really not much of a mother,
anymore."
"This is an unusual family, Sandy. I don't know why I feel comfortable here,
but I certainly do seem to fit right in."
"We're all glad you're here, ya know." interjected Nicole.
"I'm glad to hear that, Nikki, because I really don't want to leave."
Ron had returned to his workshop to call the O'Rourkes. "Yes, ma'am. No,
problem, she'll be wating when you get here.... You do know how to get here,
right?....That...that's right. Okay, then.... Good-bye." Ron hung up the
phone, and turned to see his sister standing in the doorway. "Hey, Nik.
What's up?"
She walked over to him, and sat on the edge of his workbench. "I don't get
it, Ron. I really expected you to be all pissed off about this. I mean, you
really like Tammy, and you and I haven't.... you know, in a long time. I was
worried you'd take her side about this whole deal."
Ron took her hand, and pulled her to him. "Yes, I like Tammy. I'd have been
okay with it if you two had remained friends and stayed here until you were
grown. But I've got a lot on my mind now. CAMP has got a lot of work for me
to do, and I'm still struggling with some stuff that I'd just as soon not
bother the family about. To make a long story short, I don't have time to
try to work this out. You guys can't make it work on your own, so this seems
like an ideal solution. Besides, you seem more interested in guys now than
girls." With that, he pulled his sister down into his lap.
Nikki automatically placed her arms around her brother's neck. She leaned
her head on his shoulder, and they sat like that for some time. Ron rubbed
his sister's back, relaxing her out of her tension. He began to kiss her
neck where he had access. Certainly she could feel his dick pressing against
her leg through both their pants. She sat up, and gave him her best come on
look.
"Are you trying to make out with me, big brother?"
"Is it working?" He asked.
"Absolutely." She pressed her lips to his, and they kissed. He unbuttoned
her blouse, and pulled it off her. In turn, she removed his shirt. Without
breaking the kiss, they both stood and began to undo each others' pants.
Soon, they were both completely disrobed.
Nikki finally broke the kiss, and dropped to her knees. "Remember this,
Ron?" she asked as her lips engulfed his cock. It had been a long time since
Ron and Nikki had last made love, and he had allowed himself to forget how
talented she was.
Nikki's lips played up and down his shaft, sending shivers up and down his
body. Her tongue writhed along the underside of his dick, twisting and
licking as she sucked for all she was worth. It wasn't long before Ron felt
the familiar tingles that meant he was ready to burst. He gently took her
head in his hands, and pushed his cock down her throat. She continued her
sucking as best she could, and that sent him over the edge. He poured wad
after creamy wad of cum down her throat, until at last he had no more to
give. He released her, but she continued sucking. Soon she had him back to
hardness.
She rose to her feet, and hopped up onto the workbench. She spread her legs
wide, and gave her brother a sluttish look. "Your turn." Ron complied, and
dropped his mouth onto her pussy. He began licking her slit up and down in
long, languorous strokes. Occasionally, he'd flick his tongue over her clit,
and she would shiver uncontrollably. He worked a single finger into her cunt
while he was sucking, moving it slowly in and out. Once he had it well
lubed, he pressed his finger into her ass. Nikki moaned, at first in pain,
then in lust. Ron took her clit into his mouth and applied heavy suction.
Meanwhile, his finger had worked itself fully into her bowels, and was now
moving in and out at a steady pace. She was thrashing all over the
workbench, and Ron knew she was close. He bit down lightly on her clit, and
she screamed out her orgasm. She was flying high, completely oblivious to
the world in her orgasmic haze. For minutes, she rolled her head and her
body spasmed. Finally, she came down, but what she wanted was... more.
"I need you inside me, Ron. Fuck me. Screw my brains out!"
Ron was ready for this, and rose quickly to place his cock at her opening.
He teased her briefly, rubbing his cock across her slit, but resisting all
attempts to get it inside her. Finally, he placed his cock at her hole, and
pressed in. In one long, slow, glorious stroke, he slid his cock in her to
the hilt. He bent over and kissed his sister, letting his tongue roam her
mouth. He tweaked her nipple and massaged her breast, and then began to fuck
her. He began slow, but it didn't stay that way. Soon, it escalated into a
mad frenzy of thrashing body parts.
Ron grabbed Nikki up, and they both tumbled to the floor. Ron rolled on top,
and continued pummeling into her. Nikki's moans were continuous now, her
hips thrusting back up at Ron to match each of his own. Higher and higher
they rode, climbing what seemed an endless slope of ecstasy.
Ron, knowing what his sister truly loved, reached out with his extension and
formed it into a cock. This, he slid home into her ass. Nikki, not expecting
the intrusion, was jolted as if by an electric shock. Soon her face took on
the smile of a woman happy with the world. It was the most serene expression
he had ever seen, and it warmed his heart to know he had made her that way.
He continued ramming into her, pulling his dick out as he pushed his
extension in. Her cries grew louder and louder, until finally they both
climaxed in a glorious orgasm of pleasure. Neither of them could think for
several moments, until the drew down from their heights of enjoyment.
"That was absolutely wonderful, Nikki." Ron kissed her tenderly on the lips.
"I missed you, big brother. Let's do this more often, okay?" She kissed him
this time, letting him know she was his, now, and always.
Ron was looking down at the passing countryside from 35,000 feet. His first
class seat was very comfortable, and there was no one sitting next to him to
be a bother. Had Ron been a less cautious individual than he was, he might
have decided to have some fun with the stewardess, who was very cute. He
busied himself trying to work together a sales pitch for his new program. He
was afraid that mind control was becoming too prevalent a part of his
tactics. He felt that they should be used in less obtrusive ways, as he had
done with his Family. Forcibly changing wills so abruptly seemed to him to
be a dangerous thing to do, though he could no more point to an actual
hazard than he could shake the feeling that there was something wrong in
this whole scheme.
Ron had decided to go along with CAMP's mission, after long internal debates
and a very roundabout discussion with Linda. She refused to be let in on any
of the specifics, insisting it wasn't "her place" to know about important
details of his work. He had finally come to the conclusion that the Russians
would probably make similar changes to his parent society, but would be much
more abrupt in the process. Also was the nontrivial possibility that they
would turn his country into one big slave state. That would not be allowed
to happen so long as Ron breathed.
Ron got off the plane in Los Angeles, and was greeted by a man named Taylor.
"James sent me as a guide for you. I am completely familiar with the Los
Angeles area, and most of Southern California."
"That's cool. Let's drop off my bags, and then we can get to work."
After checking him into his hotel, Taylor showed Ron some sights on their
way to their first appointment.
"So, Taylor, who do I meet first?"
"Lee Franz, the head of visual effects at ILM."
"That's cool. Anything in particular I should know about this guy before I
go into his office?"
"Not that I know of, but I'm not on the "inside track", if you know what I
mean. Hollywood isn't my normal territory."
"Not a problem. I've learned to think on my feet."
"So I've been told. You've become something of a legend in the organization.
Your bio was very enlightening."
"Glad you enjoyed it. Wish I'd had a hand in writing it, though. They tended
to attribute the wrong motives to people's actions. This the place?"
"Sure is. Industrial Light and Magic: the dream factory. You need a special
effect done, these guys can do it. Franz's office is on the fourth floor.
They're expecting you in about 15 minutes. I'll be waiting here when you get
out."
Ron thanked Taylor and headed in the building. On the elevator ride up to
the fourth floor, he could feel the butterflies dancing in his stomach.
"Jitters?" Ron was startled out of his reverie by the young woman standing
next to him.
"Excuse me?"
"I asked if you had the jitters. Going in to see the boss?"
"I don't work here, but, yes, I'm going to see Mr. Franz. And yes, I do have
the jitters."
"Don't worry. I'm his secretary. He's a nice guy. He'll treat you fair. Hey,
are you Mr..... um.... Chaney? No, that's not right... Chaffey! Are you Mr.
Chaffey?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, the boss has been talking about you all day. Not sure what to make of
you. 'There are no really new effects out there,' he says. 'Only new twists
on old stuff.'"
"I hope that I can convince him otherwise."
"You'll do great. Come on." She led him down a corridor and into a plush
waiting room. "He's ready for you now, so go ahead and go in. Good luck!"
Ron thanked the nice lady, and walked through a set of wooden double doors.
In the room were a man and a woman. The man he assumed to be Mr. Franz. He
scanned the woman. She was his "executive assistant". Ron thought. He was
surprised to find that he was wrong. Mr. Franz had not gotten into this
young woman's pants, though further scanning revealed that he desperately
wanted to.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Franz. I'm Ron Chaffey." Ron reached out to shake.
Franz took his hand, and then introduced Kathleen DeMarco, his executive
assistant. Ron politely acknowledged her, and then they got down to
business.
"So, Mr. Chaffey, just what is it you have that's so great? Some new
stop-motion techique? Or a new twist on Go-Motion? What are we going to look
at?"
"Well, sir, this falls into the realm of CGI, and it's not a scene-maker in
and of itself. It's more a sort of visual effect that could be useful in
many of todays science fiction films. The tape I brought along with me
really doesn't do the effect justice...." Conversation proceeded for about
twenty minutes, at which point Ron could tell he was not getting through to
his audience.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Chaffey, but this just doesn't sound like something that ILM
could use at this time."
"How can you tell without having seen it, sir?"
"I'm a professional son."
"I understand that, sir. And I know that your time is limited. If I could,
perhaps, show it to Ms. DeMarco, and she could let you know if it is worth
looking into? Then you could move on to other business."
Ms. DeMarco didn't see a problem with that, and, Franz was thinking, "All
right, head over to her office, and show her the tape. I'll get a report
from her later."
Ron and Kathleen headed over to her office. "Don't expect me to be any
easier to convince than he is, kid. I don't even like sci-fi crap."
"Not a problem, ma'am. You'll love this. If you could just make yourself
comfortable.... Oh, I see you don't have a VOD player here. Mind if I just
hook this up through my computer to your TV?"
"If it won't take forev-" Ron was finished before she got the sentence out.
He'd done it too many times for it to take long. "Very well, proceed."
For the next ten minutes, the woman stared at the most breathtaking effect
she had ever seen. She was drawn into it, became a part of it. When he was
finished, Ron turned off the TV, and removed the new commands from his
computer program. Ron walked over to her desk, and jotted down a note. She
was awaiting commands from Ron, as per the programming he had just shown
her. He stepped in front of her to deliver his message.
"When I leave this room, you will awaken. You will act normally, and you
will forget about this tape, until Mr. Franz calls you to talk about it.
When he does, you will go to his office, give him this note, and then follow
the instructions already given to you. Do you understand, Kathleen?"
Kathleen slowly nodded comprehension, and Ron gathered up his belongings,
and left.
Down in the car, Taylor asked, "How did it go?"
"Don't know yet. We'll have to see what comes about tomorrow. Now then,
should we head over to Paramount, or Universal?"
The rest of the day was spent in a like manner. Nobody wanted to deal with a
snotty, pushy young punk. He had a solution to this, of course.
Franz had pretty much forgotten the ambitious youngster who'd tried to sell
him on a new effect, until Miss Malloy, his secretary, reminded him that Ron
had left his card. "What shall I do with it, sir?"
"Throw it- no, wait. I suppose I should talk to Ms. DeMarco first. After
all, the kid might be onto something." He dialed up Kathleen's extension,
and, when she picked up, he said, "Kathleen, what did you think of that
kid's 'great new effect'?" He didn't understand why he heard silence at the
other end of the line. "Kathleen? Ms. DeMarco!"
Kathleen DeMarco strolled into Franz's office at that moment. Seeing the
look on her face, Miss Malloy made a hasty exit.
"What the hell? I didn't need you to come all the way over here to give me
an answer." Silently, she handed him a note. He grabbed his glasses, and
unfolded the note.
"Mr. Franz: what is about to happen to you is a minor result of the special
effect I tried to show you today. Obviously, you need first hand knowledge
of how saleable it could be. I wish for you to think it over very carefully.
That is, after you're done. Regards, Ron Chaffey"
"Now what the devil is that supposed to mean, 'when I'm done?" At that
moment, he looked up to see Kathleen DeMarco standing in her bra and
panties, giving a sultry look that begged him to throw her down and screw
her brains out. "Ms. DeMarco, what the...." He realized that she would
never, under her own free will, choose to come into his office and stand in
front of him half naked.
Lee got up and moved around his desk. Kathleen didn't move. He ran his hand
up her arm, and across her shoulders as he walked around her. He ended up
standing in front of her, staring her straight in the eye. "Why are you
doint this, Kathleen?"
"I am here to do as you wish, Mr. Franz."
"What if I ask you to do something you don't like?"
"My likes and dislikes are irrelevant. Your wishes are my only concern."
Lee reached out and ran his hand over her bra-clad chest. She shivered, but
did not object. He reached behind him and hit the electronic lock for the
door. The room was well soundproofed, so no one outside would hear them. He
stepped behind her and undid her bra. He pushed it off of her arms, and it
dropped to her feet. He walked back in front of her to admire the view. Her
breasts were large, about a 36C, with large nipples, jutting out from her
tits, hardened either by the sudden chill, or arousal. Lee could have cared
less why, but the sight was awe-inspiring. He reached out and grasped her
left tit in his hand. He squeezed and pulled it, watching her reaction. She
was definitely becoming aroused by the attention, and her involuntary
shudder as he pinched her nipple was interesting. He moved in closer,
rubbing his body up against hers.
"How long will these effects last, or do you know?"
"The effects of the visual stimulus are permanent, but what you are seeing
now is a special program. Once today is over, I will return to my normal
disposition, though I have been ordered to be nicer to you." This was
recited almost like a recording.
"In that case, I'm going to enjoy myself while I can." He brought his lips
to hers and kissed her. She returned the kiss with vigor, embracing him and
pressing her body into his. Her tongue darted into his mouth, moving,
grazing, coaxing his tongue into her mouth, and back again. Lee mauled her
breasts, kneading and twisting them. Soon he wanted better contact, and
nearly tore off his shirt and trousers, flinging his shoes across the room
in his haste.
He plastered his body against Kathleen's, resuming their kissing, and now
groping all over. Lee was squeezing Kathleen's ass, and she was rubbing his
back. He reached further down, between her ass cheeks, and felt the wetness
of her pussy through her panties. He knew he had to get at that, but first,
he wanted her to demean herself, just a little.
"On your knees." She complied immediately, which Lee liked. "Now, take out
my cock and suck it." She reached her hands up and pulled down his briefs.
His cock popped out, standing fully erect. Gently, she took him into her
hands, rubbing them up and down the shaft, while she placed soft feather
kisses on his cock head. She ran her tongue slowly from the base of his
cock, wiggling it back and forth over the veined surface, until she reached
the very tip, where she slid it over his pisshole repeatedly. Then she slid
back down, only this time she was engulfing his cock in her mouth. She
tongued him as she sucked, fucking him with her mouth. Her cheeks caved in
and returned with the force of her suction. Lee was in ecstasy. "Oh, God,
yes, that feels good!"
Kathleen continued this action for some minutes. Lee, who was holding out
only by sheer force of will, finally caved in, and came in an explosive
orgasm. "YES!" Kathleen sucked up every drop of his come and swallowed it.
She continued sucking until he was completely dry. Dry, but now very much
stiff again.
"Okay, get up." She rose to her feet, and stood at the ready. "Will you
remember this day when it is over?"
"Yes, though I will not be able to talk about it except with you." This was
not entirely accurate, but she wasn't allowed to tell him about Ron's
special orders.
"Good. Take off your panties, and hand them to me." She bent down and pulled
her panties off her legs. She straightened, and handed them to Lee. "I'm
going to keep these in my desk drawer. Maybe, when you get bitchy on me,
I'll take them out and remind you of the position you once held. That is,
the proper position for you, bitch. Get down on your hands and knees like
the bitch you are."
Kathleen complied with her orders. Had she not been under the influence of
programming, she would have been terrified. Of course, had she not been
under the influence of programming, she wouldn't have been there.
Lee examined her pussy. It was wet, and warm, and inviting. It seemed to be
inviting him to pound it raw, and so that's what he was going to do. He
kneeled behind her and put his cock at the entrance to her cunt. He pushed
the head in, and then paused. He leaned over her, placing his hands on her
shoulders, and started rutting. He rammed into her fast and hard. Even as
lubricated as she was, this was not all that pleasant for Kathleen. He was
pounding up against her pelvis with each stroke, and jabbing at her insides.
Soon she was grunting with each stroke. "That's right, bitch. Bark like the
dog you are!"
Tiring of this, Lee pulled out. Kathleen was grateful for the respite, but
it wasn't a long one. Lee stroked his cock a couple of times in hand, then
aimed for her rosebud. Kathleen had never been taken anally, and so was
unprepared for the rude awakening. Lee pressed in unceasingly, not wavering
in his pressure. The pain drove Kathleen to emit a long, low howl. This
drove him on even more, and he pressed in harder. Finally, he was fully
inside her. He took a moment's breather, and then pulled back out. As she
loosened, he increased the tempo. Soon, she was grunting again, as he
pummelled her backside with his hips. Lee was thoroughly enjoying himself,
and wished he could do this more often.
As he thought this, he thought of all the other women in the building he'd
just love to get out of their clothes. As his mind roamed over the
possibilities, he imagined his secretary, naked and begging for his
attentions. With that image in his head, his cock exploded forth in the most
massive climax he had ever had.
They rested for a half hour, Kathleen cleaning him up thoroughly with her
tongue, and then they continued. It was well into the night before they both
headed home, one of them, at least, fully satisfied.
Ron had a very busy two days, visiting all the studios and effects houses in
the Hollywood area. In only one case was he able to show his effect. The
rest of his meetings required, "encouragement". He was fully expecting
another two days of meetings, with all of those same people.
"Damn, I haven't worked this hard since I started with CAMP." Taylor was
sitting with Ron in his hotel room. "So, anyway, how are all those people
going to reach you, anyway? Did you give them the hotel number or
something?"
Ron was presently digging something out of his suitcase. When he
straightened up, he replied, "Nah. I use my satellite cellular for all my
business. I can go anywhere in the world with that baby, and they can reach
me." Ron began setting things on the bed. The particular items in question
made Taylor a little nervous.
"What are you up to, man?" Taylor saw handcuffs, and a blindfold so far. He
didn't want to know what else might be coming.
"This stuff ain't for you. I'm not into guys. I am expecting company." Ron
continued pulling a few more items out of his suitcase, then closed it back
up, and went about arranging things.
"How can you be expecting company? When have you had time to get a date
here?"
"This meeting was arranged a very long time ago."
"So, who's coming?"
Just as Ron was about to say something, there was a knock at the door. He
went to open it. It was the concierge from the hotel. "Sir, you requested
these items?" He indicated a feather duster, a small gold chain, and a pair
of earrings.
"Yes, thank you. Place the cost of the items on my bill, please." Ron tipped
the man, who nodded politely and left. Ron added the new items to what was
already lying on the bed. "Now then, where was I?"
"You were about to tell me who's coming."
"Oh, yeah. Well, I'm not sure I should tell you. I mean, it's not nice to
kiss and tell." Ron thought for a moment. "Or, I suppose in this case, to
tell and kiss."
"Well, fine then. Be that way. I've gotta get going, or I'm gonna be late
for my own damn date." Taylor headed out the door after giving Ron a contact
number. As he was walking towards the elevator, a beautiful redhead passed
him. He turned and followed her discreetly.
"Hello, Gillian." Ron stood aside and let her enter the room. She was
wearing a long overcoat, which must have been rather warm, given the time of
year. Ron closed and locked the door as she removed her coat. He realized
then that she probably hadn't been overly warm after all. She was wearing a
black lace teddy, with matching stockings, garter belt, and panties. The
outfit was very alluring, especially with her bright red lipstick, and her
hair flowing over her shoulders.
"How have you been, Gillian?"
"Very well, thank you. I must thank you, Master, for stopping me from
smoking. My health has improved since our last meeting."
"That's very good. I can't have sick slaves. Come here and kiss me." Gillian
slid over to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and drew him to her.
Their lips locked, and Ron felt her tongue caress his lip. He opened his
mouth to permit it in, and they french-kissed for several minutes, while
Ron's hands roamed her wonderful body.
When they broke the kiss, Gillian said, "That was wonderful. I hope I am not
late, sir. I came as soon as I knew you were in town."
"Your timing is perfect, Gillian. I assume you remember what it is that is
expected of you?"
"Of course, sir."
"You do understand, I will be taping all of this?"
"As you wish, Master. I am yours to command."
"Very well. I am going to go take a shower now. When I get out, I expect you
to have performed all of the necessary tasks." Ron headed off to the shower,
making sure to take a long one. He knew that, if she performed her duties
properly, she would not be all that comfortable. That thought turned him on.
After he emerged from the shower, he dried himself off and put on a robe. He
exited the bathroom to inspect his slave's handiwork. As ordered, she was on
the bed, with a gag in her mouth. Her feet were chained to either side of
the foot of the bed, spreading her legs wide, and her hands were handcuffed
to the headboard, which was a brass affair with bars well suited to the
task. She was still wearing her garments, though Ron didn't figure that
would last much longer. He looked at his monitor to check the view. He had
calculated all the right angles so that his face would never be visible on
the video tape. He wasn't using this as insurance, but more for the benefit
of his buddies on the internet. So far as he knew there were not many (if
any) actual nude photos of Gillian Anderson out there. There would certainly
be some now! There was, of course, another reason for this. One of the other
developments he had made allowed him to implant a directive into a still
photograph. The technique was tricky, and he could only plant simple
commands, but that was enough. It was this multi-layered approach that would
ensure nationwide coverage of the CAMP message.
After Ron had verified that all of the equipment was properly set up, he
moved over to the bed.He ran his hand up one of her legs. He had disabled
sound on the camera, so whatever he said wouldn't be recorded. "You weren't
very nice to me in our first meeting, you know." She acknowledged him with a
nod, and a fearful look in her eyes. That is why you are being punished in
this way. May it be a lesson to you that you should be nice to everyone,
since you never know when they might decide to, well, repay your
unkindness." By now his hand had moved up to her stomach, and was resting
just below her breasts. He reached up and took hold of the top of her teddy.
Knowing that the fabric was stronger than it appeared, he used his extension
to aid him, and he ripped the garment off her body. Her tits rolled to the
sides of her chest, but they were still imposing mounds of beautiful
woman-flesh.
"Very nice." He moved back down her body, and ripped all of the other
articles of clothing off her. He walked over and dropped the torn panties
into his suitcase, as a souvenir. He pulled out his camera, and snapped some
stills of her. These would come out better on a scan than freeze-frames from
the camcorder. When he was finished, he replaced that, and moved back to the
bed.
At this point, Gillian was truly scared of what he was going to do to her.
There was, however, not a thing she could do about it. By her own free will,
and he had video coverage to prove it, she had placed the gag in her own
mouth, and chained herself to the bed. He hadn't even been in the room at
the time. She was nervous, but she had no choice but to obey her master. He
touched her again, and her fears faded. His touch was soft, gentle, and very
arousing. He ran his fingertips over her breasts, lightly caressing them.
Ron reached over to the nightstand, and grabbed the blindfold, placing it
over her eyes. This made her truly nervous, and she wiggled about on the bed
in her tension.
Suddenly, she felt something. Or had she? It was the softest of feelings, or
did she imagine it? No, there it was again. A soft, whispy touch, barely
enough to feel, but definitely there. It was running over her breasts,
sliding between the two, and up and around. It reached the nipple of one,
which immediately stood proud of her tit. He danced it across to the other
tit, and repeated his motions. He moved his feather-light torture down to
her abdomen. He was dancing the feather around on her skin, allowing just
enough contact to let her know it was there. He moved the feather down
between her legs, not allowing it to touch her pussy, but dancing ever
closer to it.
Gillian was getting hot by now. Her wiggling had turned to writhing, and it
wasn't because of tension. As he drifted closer and closer to her cunt, she
tried every gyration she could think of to make it contact her pussy in some
meaningful way.
When Ron finally allowed it to touch her pussy, it was not satisfying. At
least, not to Gillian. The touch was so light, so insubstantial, the feeling
was driving her wild with pent up energy. She was bucking towards the
feather, trying to get some real contact, but every time she moved toward
it, it would bend and flit away. Ron kept this up until her torment was
fully obvious on her face. He continued with the feather, but reached over
to the nightstand with one hand. He had calculated his timing well. He knew
that normally, what he was about to do probably wouldn't be climax enducing,
but right now, he figured he could blow across her clit and get her to come.
He took an ice cube from a cup, and held it in his hand. He pulled the
feather gently away from her, watching her body push itself after it. He
took the ice cube, cupped his hand, and rubbed it vigorously against her
clit. As expected, she immediately arched her back and screamed into her
gag. Her body quaked and shivered for a full minute before she started to
come down from that mind-wrenching orgasm.
Ron returned what was left of the ice cube (which wasn't much) back to the
cup, and he moved over to the dresser. He picked up an eight inch vibrating
dildo, and walked over to her. He pressed the dildo into her cunt, and her
eyes grew wide as he kept pushing. Finally, it was fully inside her. Then he
turned it on. Her body was immediately wracked with another intense climax.
He allowed her to calm down a bit from this one before removing her gag.
"Don't speak."
He removed his robe, to reveal his raging hardon. Ron presented it to her
lips, and didn't even have to say a word. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth
and licked the tip of it, removing a drop of precum on the end. She
continued licking it for a few moments, and then sucked it into her mouth.
She wasn't in a good position for deep penetration, but her sucking talents
were first rate. She licked the underside of his shaft while she tried to
suck the cum from his balls. She moved in and out slightly, occasionally
dragging her teeth lightly across his cock. The sensation was wonderful, and
soon Ron was on the verge of exploding. He remembered that porn videos
usually show cum shots, so he pulled out of her mouth. He beat his meat in
front of her face, and started cumming. Gillian opened her mouth to catch as
much of it as she could, but it still plastered her cheeks and nose, and
some hit her chin. When Ron was done, he placed his cock back in her mouth,
and she cleaned him off.
Before continuing, Ron used his fingers to scoop up his semen on her face.
He had her lick his fingers clean with each swipe. Once her face was
completely cleaned off, he bent down to kiss her, making sure his face was
turned away from both of the cameras he had set up. He could taste his cum
in her mouth, but he didn't find it unpleasant. He figured it was time for
the grand finale.
Gillian was still shivering and writhing from the dildo in her pussy. Ron
pulled it out, and it made a happy slurp noise when it fell from her cunt.
He tossed it on the floor, and prepared to replace it with his dick. While
not quite as big as the dildo, he would be a little more active in his
penetration. He looked to make sure both cameras had a good view.
Ron slid his cock right into her pussy, full to the hilt. The dildo had
lubed her up pretty well, and she was ready to go. Her box was warm, wet,
and slippery, just perfect for fucking. He grabbed hold of her hips for
leverage, and began pounding away. He played with her tits, kneading them
and rolling them around on her chest. Ron had been fantasizing about Gillian
Anderson ever since the X-Files first aired, but it was only since he had
first seen her nude that he knew he had to have her at least once. The
Ability made it possible, and the experience was almost living up to his
dreams.
He rammed into her for a long time, until he got ready to come. Pulling out,
he started jacking himself again, remembering the cameras. His cum sprayed
all over her tits and abdomen, coating them well. Then, he had her lick him
clean again. He was spent.
Ron turned off the camcorders, and let her loose. He removed her blindfold,
and she gave him a hug. They both needed a shower, and so they took one
together. Ron allowed her to suck him off once more while in the shower,
allowing the water to run down his body, enjoying the sensations.
After their shower, Ron dried her off, and had her pose for some more still
shots. By the time he was finished with her, it was two in the morning.
"Gillian, I want you to know you did a very good job tonight. Now, I have
another task for you to perform, between now and the time we next meet. I do
not know when that will be, so it would be best if you acted quickly."
"Very well, Master. What is the task?"
Ron handed her a video cassette. "I want you to show this to as many
important people as you can. That means producers, actors, actresses,
directors, anyone who has any influence in your industry. If you meet other
important people, like mayors and such, you can show it to them as well. DO
NOT attempt to show it to anyone in the federal government. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Very good. Now, I think we both need some rest. You may stay here if you
like, or I can have someone take you home." She thought for a fraction of a
second, then walked over and lay down on the bed. "Well, I guess that
decides that. Glad I changed the sheets." Ron walked over and lay down
beside her. Within minutes, they were both fast asleep.
In the morning when he awoke, he was alone. Gillian had left him a note:
"Master Ron: I am sorry I could not be here when you awoke. Your
instructions require me to act normally, and it would not have been normal
for me to show up late to the set. I hope you will forgive me for my
actions. I will carry out the instructions you gave me last night. All my
love, Gillian"
Chapter 5: Personal (and Personnel) Distribution
Ron returned home from his trip fully satisfied. His visual effects would be
seen in every new sci-fi flick, every sci-fi TV show, would air in
commercial runs, would be used as sparkle effects in network promos, and
would also be seen in the world's leading operating system software. The new
logo for Windows was far cooler than that stodgy old stale "flying window"
thing. Of course, the new screen saver was the kicker. It all added up to
tons of the populace. There were, however, people who didn't use Windows,
and people who (gasp!) didn't watch TV. These people tended to be
executives, or highly important people. The nice thing about such people is
that they also tended to be highly corruptible. Which worked out rather
nicely for Ron. It was about to make him some serious dough.
But first, he had to actually [get] a meeting with the... shady businessmen
who had the contacts. He had been told by Mr. Deneuve that it would take a
while before they would agree to see him. He hadn't realized that it was
going to take two months.
On the other hand, he did have some projects to work on while he was
waiting. He scanned in and posted all his nice pics of Ms. Anderson, adding
his own special digital touch to them. The command he inserted in them
simply told them to go to his web site. At the web site was another picture
that had the command to download his new screen saver. The screen saver
carried the actual message, and worked just like the TV effect. Of course,
he became an instant hero for actually posting images of Gillian, and not
some fake trumped up trash.
There was also the issue of designing a new system for the audio delivery of
the message. Ron had realized that he could make the system work if he
allowed for a special type of speaker. Not just any speaker would work for
the audio signal, but the new high-fidelity piezo-electric speakers were
capable of producing the right sounds. Nice thing about them was that they
were also small enough to be encased in something that would look like
jewelry. His design took him two weeks to get it right. The next problem was
getting it mass produced. That problem was about to be solved... by yet
another problem.
One day as he was wandering through the house, not having much to do, he
noticed his mother sitting out on the back porch, and she appeared to be
crying. He immediately went to her side.
"Mom? Mom, what's wrong?" He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and
pulled her to him, comforting her, and letting her sobs quiet down.
"Oh, Ron. It's my boss at work. She's becoming worse every day. Ever since I
got the promotion to head of shipping and receiving, it seems like nothing I
do is ever good enough for her."
"Why don't you just quit? I still don't get why you're still working."
"What would I do around here all day? I stopped being a mother to this
family a long time ago. I'm not much use to anyone, lately."
"Hey! What kind of talk is that? You're still our Mom. You're just.... more
fun than other mom's, that's all." He gave her a squeeze, and she smiled.
She reached over and kissed him.
"Why don't we go inside, Ron, so you can show me just how much more fun I
am?"
Ron didn't have to be asked twice. He got to his feet, and helped his mother
up. They walked hand in hand to her bedroom.
Ron closed the door, and moved slowly to his mom. He wanted to cheer her up,
and he remembered something she liked. His thoughts went out, and the CD
player kicked on, playing a soft melody that she loved.
"May I have this dance, Mom?"
Sandra, shocked, didn't know what to say at first. Her son stood there,
waiting politely for a response. "Absolutely, dear." She put her hand in
his, and wrapped her other arm around his neck. He placed his hand on her
waist, and pulled her to him. They moved silently around the room, enjoying
the music. She laid her head on his shoulder, and they continued to dance.
As their dancing continued, Ron psionically looked through her CD
collection. He started choosing slightly faster melodies as they danced.
When he felt it was time, he started choosing music that would allow for
more modern dance, that would put them in more of a mood.
After one particularly arousing melody, they moved toward the bed. Ron
already had a predetermined list of songs ready for this in his head, and he
set that portion of his mind loose to handle it. Now he focussed his full
attention on his beautiful mother, now lying on the bed, awaiting him. He
sat down beside her, taking in her beauty. He reached his hand out to her
face, and caressed her soft cheek, sliding his hand down along her neck and
shoulder. Sandra was relaxing into the game, forgetting about her job, her
lack of any direction in her life, her lack of control in her own house. All
she was thinking of was how good it felt to be caressed, to be loved, and
wanted.
Ron continued his caressing, moving softly down her arms, then her sides,
and eventually her legs. Neither of them had yet removed any clothing,
though his mother's skirt was riding a little high on her legs. Ron leaned
in to his mom, and kissed her gently on the lips. He broke the kiss before
it could become passionate, for that was not what he had in mind today. He
continued, kissing her face, her cheeks, then her neck. He moved down slowly
towards her chest. As her reached the first button on her blouse, he undid
it and kept kissing, lower and lower. As was standard for Sandra anymore,
she was not wearing a bra. By the time Ron reached the bottom of her
abdomen, she was moaning softly, and her motions on the bed had exposed
nearly all of her breasts. Ron gently laid back the fabric of her blouse,
exposing her bust fully to his view. He kissed and licked his way around
both of her breasts, at first avoiding the nipples, but then focussing on
them.
Ron knew what his mother liked. This treatment was driving her wild with
desire. Her squirming increased until at last Ron knew she was ready to
continue. He moved down to her knees, and began kissing his way up her legs.
He unzipped her skirt and laid it aside, exposing her naked pussy. Ron
didn't like his women to wear underwear, and so no one in the family wore it
except when absolutely necessary.
Ron continued his kissing until he reached her pussy. He kissed his way all
around it, teasing and tempting, until her excitement had reached a fever
pitch. Finally, Ron plunged his tongue deep into her slit. Sandra let forth
a gutteral moan that filled the room. Ron kept his tongue rigid, moving it
in and out of her like a cock. Sandra was going crazy.
Ron began licking up and down her slit, still avoiding her clit.
Occasionally, he'd plunge his tongue back into her cunt, raising her slowly
ever closer to her climax. When Ron felt she was almost there, he took her
clit into his mouth and sucked on it hard while he lashed it with his
tongue. Sandra arched her back, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her body
went rigid with her orgasm, except for little ripples in her muscles running
up and down her body. Sandra was in heaven. Ron continued to suck on her
clit, keeping her in her orgasmic bliss for minutes. As soon as she would
start to come down from one orgasm, he'd work a little harder, and she'd be
off again.
Eventually, she had to descend from the peak. Sheer exhaustion caught up
with her. "Oh, God, Ron. That was the best anyone has ever eaten me out."
She reached over and gave her son a kiss. Ron knew his mother was spent, and
so he let her go, and she fell quickly asleep. Ron, however, still needed
some relief.
Ron arrived at his room, only to find Megan already there, naked and
waiting. Words were completely unnecessary at this point, as it was obvious
what they both wanted. Ron made some gestures towards foreplay, but his
heart really wasn't in it. Finally, Megan couldn't stand it anymore.
"Master, just fuck me!"
Ron, not being the type to be contrarian, readily agreed. He pushed her down
on to the bed, and fell on top of her. He placed his cock at the entrance of
her pussy and pressed in. As his rod plunged into her, she let out a hiss
that sounded like steam. They set out at a furious pace, her hips bucking
back just as hard as he plunged into her. Their grunts and moans of pleasure
filled the room. Ron could feel her pussy clinging to his cock as he pulled
out, and it felt so warm when he pushed back in. Megan's cunt was meant for
just one thing, and that was hard, long screwing.
They continued for a long time this way, sometimes changing position so they
didn't tire. At one point Megan was on top, riding Ron's cock for all she
was worth. Ron played with her tits as she rode, squeezing them and molding
them with his hands, pinching the nipples from time to time.
As they both were reaching their peak, they shared a look that told each
other what they wanted. Megan got on all fours, pushing her ass high into
the air. Ron pressed his cock into her asshole. Megan relaxed her muscles,
allowing Ron easier access to her back door.
Ron pushed in more quickly than he would with anyone else, because he knew
Megan loved this. He started riding her ass faster and faster, achieving
almost the same pace as he had in her pussy. Very shortly they were both on
the verge of orgasm. Ron reached around and stuck his finger up her cunt,
while massaging her clit. That was all it took for Megan, who screamed out
her joy for all to hear. Her ass muscles clenched down on Ron's cock, and
that sent him over the edge, his sperm filling up her bowels.
When they came down, Ron bent down and gave Megan a kiss. "Thanks, Meg. I
can always count on you to help me out." She smiled up at him, and kissed
him back.
"Any time Ron, any time."
When his mother awoke, she found Ron sitting on the edge of the bed gazing
at her. She smiled up at him in remembrance of their experience. "You are a
wonderful son, Ron. But, I'm sorry that I couldn't finish my part."
"That's okay, Mom. Megan was glad to help out. I'm gonna go to work with you
tomorrow. Your boss and I need to have a little talk. It's not right that
she treats you that way."
"Thank you, dear." She wasn't sure what he had in mind, but she knew there
was little point in arguing with him. she thought,
Ron drove his mother to work, and she gave him a tour of the facility. She
worked at a large electronics plant which manufactured all types of gizmos
and gadgets for the consumer electronics market.
"Ms. Chaffey, what in the hell are you doing?" This was Ms. Molinov,
Sandra's boss.
"I'm showing my son around the plant, Ms.-"
"Is this your lunch break?"
"No, ma'am."
"Then you should be doing your work, not goofing off."
Ron couldn't hold his tongue any longer. "What is your problem, bitch?"
Ms. Molinov, shocked, whirled around at him. "How dare-" The look on Ron's
face froze her in her tracks. It was a look she had reserved for her own
use, the look of ultimate power and authority.
"You and I need to talk. Mom, I'll see you back in your office later, okay?"
Sandra nodded, and headed off. "Now, what is your name?"
"Mizz Molinov, and what right-" Ron wasn't letting her get a word in.
"I meant your first name, Molinov?"
"I don't wish for you to address me by my first name."
"Your wishes are irrelevant." Ron's voice hardened, but he didn't raise it,
because he didn't wish to draw attention. "What is your name?"
"Tanya," she replied meekly. She was being cowed by a young boy, and she
didn't like it.
"Fine, Tanya. Let's go to your office." She led off towards the back of the
plant. The further away from the main area of the plant they got, the worse
she felt. She had no way of knowing that Ron was already messing with her
head.
By the time they arrived at her office, she was thoroughly afraid of Ron.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"That is not yet your concern. Sit down." She sat in her chair, and Ron
moved around the room, looking at her office equipment, her computer, and
generally being nosy. "What is your position here at the plant?"
"I am the vice president in charge of production of this particular plant."
Stating her importance made her feel better, but only momentarily.
"Hmmm. Strange that they should put such a weak woman in such a position of
power. Is that why you hate my mother? Do you see her as a threat?"
"I do not hate your-" she could no longer speak.
"You cannot lie to me. As a matter of fact, I think that, for the rest of
the week, you will not be able to lie to anybody." Ron pushed a few switches
in her head, and poof! went her ability to dissimulate. "Now then, why do
you hate my mother?"
"She has advanced through sheer competency. She has not had to degrade
herself in the manner that I have had to do to get where I am. She threatens
my job with her skill level. I fully intend to fire her at the first
available opportunity."
"I see. Just how did you have to degrade yourself?" Ron was enjoying this
little game. It was unimportant to his ultimate objective, but he had time
to kill, and he liked watching her squirm.
"I'd rather not say."
"I didn't ask you if you wanted to. Answer the question."
"I have slept with every supervisor I have ever had. I am presently having
an affair with the CEO of the corporation."
"And you find that degrading?"
"Yes!" Didn't this kid know anything?
"Why? Don't you enjoy sex?"
"I prefer to choose my partners. Further, those men think they own me. Like
I'm some kind of toy for their amusement."
"You are. And you will continue to be. As a matter of fact, I think that you
should be played with by more people than your supervisors..." Ron made some
adjustments in her head. This was all he really ever had to do, but he
enjoyed making her squirm under his scrutiny. "My mother is not to be
treated with disrespect ever again. If I find that you have done so, the
treatment you are about to receive will seem mild in comparison to what I
will do to you. Is there a section of the plant where only a few people are
working?"
"Yes, in quality control. It is an isolated, quieter section of the plant."
"Very good. Now then, who is in charge of the manufacturing process? In
other words, if I wanted to change what was being made in the factory right
now, who would I talk to?"
"Me, first. You'd need an authorization, then you'd need to talk to Kevin in
the computer room."
"Sign my authorization. Then, I want you to follow the mental instructions I
have given you." Ron watched her sign the form, leaving the rest of it
blank, and then she moved off in the direction of the quality control
division. Ron filled in the form, and headed off to the computer room.
Kevin was a helpful soul. It took them no time at all to get Ron's design up
an running in the computer. Then the manufacturing process began.
Meanwhile, Tanya had made it to the quality control section. Per her
instructions, she stripped herself down. Then, she laid herself on the
conveyor belt, which moved her quickly into view of all the men working in
this section. There were four of them here, all surprised to see a naked
woman coming down their line. It was even more of a shock to find that it
was the head honcho of the plant.
"Well, I'll be damned!" one of them exclaimed.
"Looks like it's time for a break," said another.
"Now wait a minute, guys," said the senior worker. "This is quality control.
Now we need to make sure she lives up to our standards." There was general
enthusiasm at the idea, and all four of them quickly had their pants off. By
this time, Tanya had rolled off the conveyor belt onto their work table. She
was mortified to find four very stiff pricks pointing at her. Her
programming didn't allow her to show her revulsion, didn't allow her to
object. It forced her to accept the cocks offered to her mouth. Those two
men took turns fucking their stiff rods down her throat. She would
alternate, sucking one while jerking off the other.
The other two went to work on the rest of her body. One started mauling her
tits, grabbing them and squeezing roughly. He tweaked her nipples, pinching
and twisting them until they stood out rigidly from her chest. The fourth
man was pushing his finger up into her cunt and licking her clit, trying to
get her wet. Despite her disgust at what she was doing, the attention was
starting to work on her, and her juices started flowing.
As soon as she was wet enough, the man at her cunt jumped up on the table,
and shoved his cock roughly into her. She might have screamed, but the cock
filling her mouth prevented it. After a short time, the man in her cunt was
asked to move aside by the man at her breasts.
"No way, man! I nned this bad!"
"Aw, come on! We all should get a turn!"
The leader, who was getting his cock sucked at the moment, suggested
something. "Larry, why don't you fuck her in the ass, so that John can get
some pussy?" Larry was amenable to this idea, and so pulled out of her cunt.
Tanya was mortified at the idea of someone fucking her ass. This was one
thing she had never allowed. At this point, however, there was no way for
her to stop them. The lifted her up so that Larry could lie beneath her. He
inserted his cock into her ass, and the pain was intense. He kept pushing
until he was all the way inside her, filling her ass with his cock. John
quickly climbed between her legs, and pushed his rod into her now dripping
cunt. They both started fucking her, alternating John pushing in, then Larry
pushing in as John pulled out. The sensation, as much as she hated it, was
getting her very hot. With Larry under her, there was nothing to support her
head, and it was bent back until it again rested on the table. This allowed
for excellent access to her throat and Will, the leader, took advantage. He
plunged his cock all the way down her throat, nearly making her gag. He
started fucking her hard that way. The fourth man, Bob, contented himself
with fondling her tits for the moment.
Will soon came, filling her throat with his seed. She tried to swallow it
all, but some ran out of her mouth and down her face. Will pulled out to be
immediately replaced by Bob. Her throat was beginning to get sore.
Meanwhile, Larry and John were still fucking madly in and out of her. Larry
gave in first, pumping her ass full of his spunk. John wasn't far behind
him, giving some final deep thrusts before spewing his load inside her cunt.
The men pulled out and climbed off her, lying her on the table as they got
dressed. As she got up to leave, John called after her.
"When you coming back?"
Reluctantly, unwillingly, she said, "Next week, same time."
The men looked at each other. This job had just gotten a hell of a lot more
fun.
When they went home that night, Ron and his mother had to unpack five
thousand small audio units from the back of his expedition. Each one
weighing about an ounce, they were the state of the art in miniaturization.
Kevin, assuming it was a project for the company, had refined Ron's design
using smaller, more sophisticated components. The speaker, of course, could
not be touched. Ron was adamant about that. He didn't want to have 5000
units of junk. He packed them away in the lab, and went to check on the new
construction outside.
Ron had been preparing for this new venture for a while. He had plans drawn
up for a fairly large addition to the house. He walked outside to survey the
day's work. It was very nearly finished, the siding had gone on today to
match the rest of the house, the roof was fully done. Since the interior of
the building was very simple, it should be finished in less than two weeks,
he was assured.
By a strange coincidence, the new addition was completed on the day Ron was
scheduled to meet one Vincenzi Balcore. This man was the head of the area's
biggest criminal outfit. Not the mafia as such, they did have associations
with such organizations. The Balcore organization controlled almost
everything in the area. The meeting was to happen at Mr. Deneuve's house.
Mrs. Deneuve and Clarissa were both wearing very skimpy maid outfits, and
catered to everyone's wishes.
Mr. Balcore, who had dealt with the Deneuve family in the past, was somewhat
perplexed at the Deneuve women's behavior. "Hey, Brian, what's up with the
ladies?"
Ron answered for him. "Mr. Balcore, if you'll allow me, this will all be
explained once we get started."
"All right, then. Let's get down to business." Everyone sat around the table
except Ron, who thought better standing up. "So, what's this big deal you've
got for us? This better not be a waste of my time."
"I understand you are a busy man, sir. In order to absolutely guarantee that
you leave happy..." Ron pulled a briefcase from under the table, and passed
it over to the man, "This is the money that is owed you by Mr. Deneuve here.
Plus interest, of course." There was $300,000 in the case. Balcore was
impressed.
"Okay, at least we got our money, now you said you had a deal for us?"
"Yes. Let me ask you: I know, from talking to Mr. Deneuve, that you have...
a lot of interests in the area. What is your organization's stand on
prostitution?"
"We've never considered it a lucrative enough business to deal with its
inherent instability. The revenue is great, but your employees have a
tendency to do weird shit like get diseases and die. It's a hassle all the
way around, so we never bothered with it. Is that what this is all about?"
"No, not exactly. I just wanted to make sure that the plan I am proposing
didn't step on anyone's toes."
"All right, then, let's have it."
"Sir, what I'm proposing, involves the collection and redistribution of...
citizens who are, shall we say, less than productive."
"Collection and redistribution? What the hell are you talking about,
paisan?"
"Boss, I think he's talking about selling them. Right? You talking about
slavery, man?"
"It could be looked at that way, yes. However, by the time I'm done with
them, the ladies will want nothing more than to be bought."
"Lay it all out for me. What's the plan, the profits, the whole bit."
"Okay, it goes like this: I need you to do two things for the plan to work:
Provide me with clients, and to... collect the merchandise from off the
street."
"Sounds like we're doing all the work." The junior man said.
"Not really. You are both aware of the Deneuve's previous temperaments?" Ron
indicated the two females, and Balcore nodded. "They have both been through
a simplified version of what I will do to our merchandise. These women still
have some level of free will, so they can act on their own. When I get done
with our product, they will be whatever our customer wants them to be. I am
not asking for an exorbitant amount of the profits. You will be taking a
large portion of the risk, yes. But you will also be taking the lion's share
of the profits."
"How does it work? I mean, what is the order of events?" Balcore wanted to
know.
"It goes like this: You find a girl on the street. A prostitute, or a
runaway. We don't want anyone that the police are going to spend time
looking for. You apprehend them, and bring them to me. I will give them some
initial programming to keep them... tame. You then direct your clients to
me. They will choose the woman they want, and tell me how they wish her to
act. I will then take two days to prep the female for delivery. The client
will also select wardrobe for their new toys. This will be purchased from
Mr. Deneuve's shop, and included in the cost of purchase."
"Sounds good. What kind of clients are we looking for?"
"Influential ones. Rich ones. People with enough influence and power to be
able to appreciate having such a fine servant."
"Hey, I got a question, though. Mosta those kinds of people got wives, ya
know? How they gonna get around that?" Balcore agreed with his junior that
this was, indeed, a problem.
"No problem. For an extra fee, that will go mostly to me, I will... alter
their wives' personality to accept the presence of another woman. This is
easy, very straightforward. I've been doing that for years."
"What stops us from cutting you out of the loop?" Balcore wanted to know.
"You don't know how to do the reprogramming, and I will never show it to
you. Nobody else knows how it's done. And, before you ask, what keeps me
from cutting you out is that I cannot do the legwork, nor do I have the
contacts, to make this plan go."
"What about cost?"
"My costs are minimal. Your costs are fairly minimal as well, just some gas,
and the cost of your men. The men we are dealing with are wealthy. My best
guess would be in excess of $250 thousand dollars."
Balcore whistled. "That's a lot of dough for a little work. What if we get a
sick one, or something?"
"Let me worry about that sort of problem, okay? I have ways of dealing with
it."
The details of the deal were worked out over the next few hours. By the end
of the session, everyone, including Mr. Deneuve, were fully satisfied with
the plan.
"Damn. I never expected I'd be doing business with a kid," Balcore commented
as he was getting ready to leave. "You've certainly got cajones, kid. You
better be able to pull this off."
"I'm not worried about me, Mr. Balcore. So long as you can send me clients,
we've got it made."
Balcore and his man left, leaving Ron with the Deneuves.
"You never told me about the part where I get lots more business."
"Yeah, well. I like giving people surprises. Thanks for setting this up."
"You really think you can do it?" Brian wanted to know.
"I fixed your family, didn't I?" Ron shook Brian's hand, and headed for
home.
Victoria Andrews was walking along a dark street, cold, wet, and hungry. Her
parents had kicked her out of their house when she told them she was not
going to accept their control over her life. She was [not] going to Vasser,
damnit! She wanted to see the world, be with people.
Victoria did not notice the black van that had been following her, its
engine hardly idling. The van pulled up beside her, and, faster than she
could react, its side door was flung open, and she was yanked roughly
inside. She was bound and gagged before she had time to resist, and tossed
into the back of the van. She thanked the heavens that she landed on
something soft, until that something kicked her, and she realized it was
another girl!
They rode around in the back, and picked up two more girls, before it was so
crowded it was hard to breathe. One of the men said, "Okay, we've got
enough." Then they started driving. Victoria couldn't tell where they were
going, but it was out of the city, because the street lights were much
further apart here. They continued driving for some time. Finally, they
turned off the road onto what she hoped was a driveway. Her backside was
getting sore from all the bouncing on the hard van floor.
The back doors were opened, but what she saw nearly made her faint. Five
individuals were there, dressed all in black, with hoods on to obscure their
faces. Their attire was calculated to intimidate, and it was working. There
were no weapons in evidence, but their stance told the women that they were
probably there. Each man stepped forward, grabbed a girl, and flung her over
his shoulder. When all five were out of the van, the doors were closed and
it moved off. The girls were carried into a large building. They were put in
a large room. Their gags were removed, but they were told not to talk. The
men arrayed themselves around the room, observing the women, but not being
actively hostile.
The door opened. The bright light from the hallway made them all squint. The
door closed, and their eyes readjusted to the dim light in the room. The man
before them was dressed in casual attire, jeans and a T-shirt. Over these,
he wore a lab coat. His hair was cut neatly, over the ears. His eyes were
piercing; Victoria didn't like his gaze. He was carrying a clipboard, on
which he was writing information. He would stop in front of one girl, write
something down, and move on to the next. When he was finished, he handed the
clipboard to one of his assistants in black. He gestured to another, who
brought the lights up slowly, until they could see him easily.
"Hello. Please do not be alarmed. We are not here to physically abuse you,
rape you, or in any way cause you undue mental or physical stress. I dare
say that your life after leaving here will be far happier than it was when
you came in. You may not believe me now, and I'm sure you don't trust me.
How could you possibly, when you've been, to use your term for it, abducted
off the streets and brought to this strange place?
"I am the head administrator of this facility. I am also its chief
scientist. Okay, I'm it's [only] scientist. You and I will be interacting on
a constant basis while you are here. You will remain in this facility for a
minimum of four days. I cannot tell you how long you will be here exactly,
it depends on... other factors.
"The rules are very simple: do what you are told. Do not do anything that
you are told not to do. If something is ambiguous, in other words, if you
aren't sure whether or not you should do it, [don't]. When in doubt, your
safest course of action is none at all. If you obey the rules, you will be
treated kindly, and you may even enjoy your stay here. It is unlikely that
any of you will be disobedient for long, but I'd prefer to avoid such
unpleasantness. I will now allow exactly two minutes for questions."
"What are you going to do to us?" One girl asked.
"We are conducting an experiment. There is an old question about environment
versus genetics. Which decides how you will behave? If it's genetics, then
there is nothing we can do to change your lot in life. We, however, believe
it is environment. We are here to prepare you to enter a wholly new
environment from the one you have known. It is our hope that your new life
will prove to be more productive and useful. Now then, that uses up all of
the two minutes. You will very shortly be taken for a physical exam. You
will be taken one at a time, and the examiner, to make you feel better, is a
woman. Please cooperate with her, I don't want to have to discipline anyone
the first night out."
Ron left the room, and the door closed. Victoria was stunned. Not that she
had a choice, mind you, but her resolve was strong for the moment.
Another person came in, this one dressed in grey. He pointed to Victoria,
and one of the black-clad guards untied her. "Stand up, please." She rose as
requested, a little unsteady on her feet. The man in grey was nice enough to
wait for her to get her legs back. "Please come with me."
They walked down a short hallway to an examining room. "In there. Remove
your clothing and lie down on the table. The technician will be with you
shortly."
Victoria did as requested, puzzling only slightly at the man's choice of
words.
The door opened, and a very young woman... no, there was no way around it, a
walked in. "Hello. My name is Karen. Let me explain what is about to happen
to you. I'm sure, when our administrator said 'medical exam', you were
expecting to see a doctor. There will be no probes, no x-rays, nothing you
would classify as a test. I will be placing my hands on various parts of
your body. Some of the time, you may be uncomfortable. For that, I apologize
now, but there is no way around it. You will most likely not understand what
is happening, and I am not allowed to explain it to you. Please lie still,
and I will begin the exam."
Victoria lay back, and Karen placed her hands on either side of Victoria's
head. Her hands moved down to her cheeks, then pressed on her shoulders.
Victoria jumped when Karen pressed her hands into her tits, but there was no
sexual content there. She moved on to the abdomen, and then the pelvis.
Victoria didn't know what could possibly be obtained by this sort of
probing, but it wasn't a very thorough way of checking health. Soon, Karen
was finished and asked Victoria to sit up.
"For the record, what is your first name?"
"Victoria."
"When did you break your leg?"
"What?"
"Your left femur. When did you break it?"
"Six years ago. But how did you-"
"You are aware that you are a borderline diabetic?"
"Well, my doctor says I can deal with it through diet. I want to-"
"And, is it your father or your mother who has Valervan's syndrome?"
"My mother. How can you know about something that only shows on a DNA test?"
"I told you I'm not allowed to explain the methods of our examination
process. We will take care of your diabetes, and we'll repair the Valervan
gene loop before the project is complete. We want you to leave here healthy.
I'm scheduling two sessions for you in the next two days. Don't worry, the
procedures are very straightforward. Please get dressed."
Victoria dressed herself, but then a though struck her. "Are you telling me
that you can CURE Valervan's?"
"Yes. Quite easily, it's only a genetic defect. Harder to do when someone
actually has it, but you are just a carrier. You would never have developed
the disease, but you could have passed it on to any children you may have.
We will remove the problem, so that your children will be perfectly healthy,
or at least have every chance at it."
The man in grey came back. Karen said to him, "Room 12. Clean bill." The man
motioned for Victoria to follow him. He led her down a longer hallway, lined
with doors. He went to one marked "12", and opened it. Inside, Victoria saw
many cots , bunked three high, lining the walls. In the middle of the room
were couches and a table. There were six other girls in the room.
"Ladies, this is your newest roomie. Let's not misbehave now." He turned to
Victoria. "You will be called over the PA system when you are needed. At
those times, you will step outside the room, close the door, and [wait]. Do
not move from the square outside the door until someone arrives to escort
you. Unauthorized walks outside this room will not be tolerated. Do you
understand?" Victoria nodded, and the man left.
For the next two days, Victoria spent the bulk of her time in room 12. Their
meals were brought in, the bathroom was connected to the room, and any
activities they engaged in were among themselves only. Victoria never saw
any of the other four women brought in with her that night.
Twice in those two days, Victoria's name was called, and she went out in the
hall to stand in the square. The grey man, as she'd taken to calling him,
led her down the hallway to a medical facility. Well, she knew that's what
it was . Then, it had looked like a laminar room with an examining table in
it. Both of the "operations" had been performed quickly, quietly, and with
little fuss. She was informed, after each operation, that it had been a
success, and that, in each case, she might feel slightly ill for the next
few hours. She didn't feel bad at all, really. It didn't seem as though
anything had been done. What could three people standing over her naked body
and touching her do? It was the silence that was creepy. None of them ever
spoke to each other, only to her. It was as if they could communicate with
their minds.
It was in her third day that her programming started. Again her name was
called, but this time the grey man did not come to lead her. A woman,
dressed in a maroon jumpsuit and wearing a matching hood, approached her.
She motioned to the girl, and Victoria followed her down the hallway. She
was directed to sit in a high-backed swivel chair, much like an office
chair, in a small white room. In front of the chair was a large television
set. The screen had to be 52".
Ron entered the room where Victoria was seated. "Good morning, Miss. Today,
we start the learning process off. Now, I don't want you to be frightened or
anything. All I am asking you to do is sit there and look at the screen. I'm
not trying to hypnotize you or anything like that. I won't even be in the
room until the entire sequence has played itself out. Do you have any
questions before we begin?"
"Yes. What are you getting out of all of this?"
"I am a scientist, young lady. I am doing research. The information gathered
from you and your associates will advance psychological science far ahead.
Now, just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show." Ron walked out, closing the
door behind him. The lights in the room dimmed, and the TV set came on. At
first it was blank, and then the colors started.....
"Perfect. Just like all the others. I've not encountered a person yet that
could resist this new program."
"What's it doing to them, Ron?" asked Karen. Karen was Ron's new assistant.
He felt it would make the ladies more comfortable to be examined by a
female. Though Karen wasn't as strong a psionic as Ron, she had learned the
medical portion of her psionic training very well. Besides, Ron knew she was
bright, and she didn't trust CAMP. Someday, he'd have to ask her what had
tipped her off.
"It's basically doing to them what we would do. It's removing their will,
and replacing it, right now, with a simple need to behave and follow the
rules. Their second programming session, when they've been purchased, will
turn them into whatever kind of being the client wants."
"I don't have a problem with it, but isn't this sort of immoral?" Karen was
a good one for asking questions like that.
"Well, I suppose it could be looked at that way, but I look at it like this:
these girls were all out on the streets. So, they weren't constructive
citizens anyhow. They were degrading the 'moral fabric' of our fair city.
All we've really done, is to take away their free will. As psionics, we tend
to do that to everyone we meet anyway." That answer satisfied Karen, who, as
she said, didn't really have a problem with it anyhow. To her, the ends had
always justified the means. She had never regretted killing her parents, and
she was forever grateful to Ron for having stopped the police, and taking
her in like he did. She'd never really thanked him properly for that.
Victoria's life became very boring for the next week. She assumed that the
"learning" would continue. She didn't feel any different, though she now no
longer considered escape. She didn't want to cause her captors... no, the
word that came to her mind was "benefactors", any trouble. A week after her
session, the door to room 12 opened. She figured they were getting a new
roommate, but that wasn't it.
"Now these women here, are all ready for.... further education. They are
healthy, and ready to go." The administrator was talking to another
gentleman, well-dressed and handsome. He looked very wealthy. Ron had
explained to him already that the women did not understand why they were
there, and that he should watch what he said.
"I see. So, you want me to make a decision on who continues on in the
program at this time?"
"That's right. I realize appearance is not a good judge of temperament,
intelligence, or skill, but we feel that you can decide based on their
actions toward you."
The man wandered around the room, looking at each girl. They all looked into
his eyes as he passed. This was part of their programming. He stopped in
front of Victoria. "You are a very pretty young lady."
"Thank you, sir."
The man turned to the administrator. "I think, her."
"Very good, sir. A good choice. We can discuss other details in my office.
Karen, see to it that Victoria is prepared for further education."
"Yes sir," Karen replied. "Victoria, come with me, please." Victoria
followed Karen down a hallway. They stopped at another door. This one was
room 35. They went in.
Inside was a complete suite, with a soft bed, a private bath, and even a TV
set. "For the next portion of your training, you will sleep here. We aren't
punishing you by the isolation, but what you are learning might be...
upsetting to the other girls. So, you will stay here while you are in this
phase."
"I understand."
"All of the rules are the same. When you are called, you will stand in the
square outside the door. We get cable here, so enjoy." Karen left Victoria
to make herself comfortable.
The very next day, Victoria was called. She was again taken to the small
room. On her way down the hall, she passed the nice-looking gentleman who
had chosen her yesterday. She sat in the same chair, facing the same TV
screen.
The gentleman was with Ron in the control booth. "What, exactly, happens in
that room?"
"I'm not allowed to tell you that. Now then, you've filled out the forms?"
"Yes." He handed over the personality desires sheet that told Ron how to
program the lady. "One other question: you said you could accomodate almost
any request?"
"That is correct."
"Does that include physical?"
"That depends on the request."
"Can you give her jet black hair?"
"That.... yes, we can do that. And, since you are mentioning hair, would you
like us to make her.... maintenance free?"
The man chuckled at the term. "What exactly do you mean?"
"We can, so long as we're messing with her anyway, cause her not to grow any
hair on her body below the neck."
"Not even on her... you know, her privates?"
"Correct. Or, with a little extra effort, we can leave hair there, but not
on her arms or legs."
"Wow! I didn't know medical science had advanced that far."
"Let's just say it hasn't passed through the FDA yet." Ron smiled, knowing
the man would never believe the truth.
"Understood. So, when does she get programmed?"
"It is happening right now. Given the extra requests you've made, we'll need
one extra day to deliver her to you. She will be ready for receipt the day
after tomorrow. I assume there's no problem with that?"
"No, not at all. Thank you so much. You've made a longstanding dream come
true." Ron led the man out of the control room, and out of the facility.
"Bring your wife by whenever, and we'll... readjust her way of thinking.
That, of course, is an extra fee." The man agreed, thanked Ron again, and
drove away.
Victoria was back in her room. Only, she wasn't herself anymore. Of course,
she didn't know that. The one thought that kept running through her mind is
Again, her name was called. She stood outside, waiting. The grey man came
and led her to the medical facility. Again she stripped. Again, they placed
their hands on her body.
At the end of this procedure, she was told by Karen. "This procedure was a
request of your master. Your hair will change color. Also, you will notice
that some of the hairs on your body are going to fall out. Please do not be
alarmed by this; it is also at the request of your master. Do you
understand?"
"Yes. Please, where is my master?"
"You will see your master when we are sure that our procedures have been
successful. Probably one more day. Please be patient."
Victoria, who now knew herself as Becky, stood in the square outside her
room, awaiting her guide. The administrator walked up to her.
"Good morning, Becky, and how are we today?"
"Fine, sir. Will I see my master today?"
"If everything here in the chart checks out, yes."
Becky prayed that everything would be fine. She had never before been away
from her master for so long. At least, that's what she thought.
"Well, Becky, everything here looks perfect. Did you notice any hair loss?"
"Yes sir. All the hair on my arms and legs fell out, and even some around
my...my...down there, sir."
"I see. Well, as you were told, that was the request of your master. So,
let's go see him, shall we?" Becky beamed as Ron led her down the hall and
into the reception area of the facility. She saw her master standing near
the entrance waiting. She had to restrain herself from running to him, but
she had not yet been given permission.
"Go ahead, Becky. You're free to go." She bolted to her master's side. She
grabbed his arm and looked up at him longingly.
"How much longer will my wife take?" He asked.
"She should be done any time now." Ron turned to Megan, who was the
receptionist at the facility. "Has he squared away payment?"
"Yes, sir. Payment received in full."
"Very good. Ah, here comes your wife now." The woman came in with a wide
smile on her face.
"Ah, there you are! I missed you!" She gave him a kiss, and then looked at
'Becky'. Who is this?"
"This, Yolanda, is my new toy. Her name is Becky. She will be sharing our
bed often, and supplanting you in it from time to time."
"I see. Well, if that's the way you want it, then I suppose that's the way
it will be. Can we go home now?"
"Yes. Thank you again, sir. I don't know how to thank you."
"That's easy. Tell your friends about us. But, let's keep it quiet, shall
we?" They both had a good laugh. The trio left, and Ron went back to work.
That night, just before bedtime, there was a call for Becky. The caller said
only, "Begin program one." Then he hung up. In accord with her instructions,
she returned to the bedroom, took her watch off, and turned it face down,
revealing a small electronic device attached to the watch. She tapped the
button on it once, and an LED flashed twice. Knowing that it was doing its
job, she climbed back into bed next to her master, whom she spent the rest
of the night satisfying. Ron's program, phase one, was under way.
Just as life was settling down to a new routine, something had to go and
upset the apple cart. This time, it came from an unexpected direction.
It had taken the workers time to get used to a large white mountain lion
roaming the halls of the reprogramming facility. Jessica had authority to
enter anyplace she desired. Normally, she followed Ron, unless he asked her
not to. This he did occasionally, so as not to scare the patients. He was
not surprised, then, to find her waiting for him in her office. He was
shocked, however, when he found himself in the realm of the Watchers.
"Jess? What's up? You don't normally bring me here."
"Ron, there's a serious problem. It's about Miko. Take her to the doctor, as
soon as possible. If the doctor verifies that her blood chemistry is going
haywire, I'll explain more. Just get her to the doc, soon."
"Is tomorrow soon enough? She has a scheduled appointment at 11:30."
"That'll do. It would be unseemly to upset a doctor's schedule, as much fun
as it might be fore you."
"What should the doc be looking for?"
"Tell her to run a blood test just to check her blood chemistry. If she
doesn't find anything unusual, then the info I'm getting here is wrong.
Otherwise, you've got a hell of a problem. I'll explain later if necessary."
Ron abruptly found himself back in the real world. He wondered why she had
been so curt with him, but then he realized one of his staff was entering
the room.
Doctor Brown was not at all comfortable with Ron in the examining room. Her
body was giving all sorts of crazy signals. If Ron had not been so concerned
about Kumiko, he would have been thoroughly amused. He had checked the
schedule on entering the office. He knew that the next people in to see the
doctor would be a very young couple. As a matter of fact, the young man had
just graduated high school the past year. He was sure that the two would
have a wonderful time.
"Are you trying to tell me how to do my job, young man?"
"Just shut the fuck up and do it, lady. I haven't got the time nor the
inclination to sit here and argue with you."
The doctor went out in a huff, saying that a technician would be in shortly.
"Why are you insisting on the blood test, Master? I am feeling okay, I
guess, for a pregnant woman."
"Just bear with me, okay, Miko? Excuse me, Kumiko." More often lately, he
had been slipping and calling her Miko. He still remembered their first
meeting in the girls' restroom of the high school, and he wished his life
were still that simple. He also wished Kumiko were still that same girl, but
she wasn't. Life in Ron's family had been no picnic for her, and it had not
been good for her. With Ron's "assistance", she had been able to bear it,
but she was no longer the sweet, naive girl he had fallen for back then.
The technician came in, and drew the blood. When Ron asked her how long the
test would take, she told him about an hour. As she was leaving, Ron saw the
young couple being led back to the next exam room.
In the next room, Dr. Brown was having trouble focussing on her job. Her
pussy was wet, her vision was blurred, and all she could think about was
tearing her clothes off and climbing up on this young woman and eating her
pussy out. For now she was fighting the urge, but she was losing, and she
knew it.
"Doctor, are you okay?" The young man, whose name was Fred, asked.
"What? Yes, yes, I'm fine. Okay, now I have to stick this instrument up your
wife's pussy... I'm , I mean her cunt... , I mean her [vagina], to make sure
everything up there is... is... all lubed and wet and hot and really needs a
good sucking and... and... oh my God!" Dr. Brown had no more words. She bent
down and began licking the lady's pussy. The woman, named Mary, was shocked,
but couldn't sit up. Fred was frozen, unable to move in his awe.
Mary wasn't long before she started moaning and twisting on the table. Dr.
Brown started removing her own clothes. When she had pulled them all off,
she looked over at Fred. "Would you care to enjoy mine?" That was all she
had to say, and Fred was galvanized into action. While Dr. Brown returned to
Mary's cunt, Fred knelt down, and started lapping at Dr. Brown's.
As they continued, both Dr. Brown and Mary came, but Fred never did. Dr.
Brown realized this, and she felt the problem needed to be rectified.
"Ah-hem. As part of the doctor-patient experience, it is sometimes necessary
for me to witness certain acts. Right now, Fred, I would like you to screw
Mary silly while I watch. Mary, while Fred is screwing you silly, I'd like
you to eat out my pussy."
Mary had little time to object as her mouth was suddenly filled with the
doctor's cunt. Her own cunt was soon filled with something very long and
hard, and attached to her husband. Fred was pumping furiously inside her. He
ran his hands over her taught abdomen, and all of a sudden, he felt the baby
move. He wasn't sure whether he felt it first with his hands or his cock,
but it was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. He started ramming
furiously into her, while the doctor played with her enlarged tits,
squeezing them, actually milking them. She lapped up the milk that oozed out
of them, and kept squeezing. Fred continued to run his hands over her
stomach, occasionally feeling the baby twitch or kick. His wife's moans,
muffled as they were by the doctor's muff, still permeated the room. The
doctor's moans were probably audible in the waiting room, as loud as she
was. Fred himself was grunting with each hard thrust into his wife. He was
wondering now if there was any way to get one of these exam tables with the
stirrups for his bedroom. He found the whole situation absolutely fantastic.
The doctor reached down and started playing with his balls. This was all
Fred could handle, and he gushed forth into his wife. Mary, feeling his
sperm, climaxed herself, and sucked harder on the doctor. Dr. Brown came
from the sheer excitement and naughtiness of the act.
After all the orgasms had subsided, Dr. Brown climbed down off her patient.
Fred had pulled out of Mary, and was cleaning himself up with tissues. The
doctor was extremely embarassed, and mumbled something about letting the
nurse take over from here.
After the doctor left, Fred looked over at Mary, who was smiling serenely.
"If all your visits are like this, I want to come more often!" They both had
a good laugh at that.
Shortly thereafter, Dr. Brown returned to Kumiko and Ron, with a perplexed
look on her face. Even Kumiko could tell there was a problem.
"Dr. Brown? Is something wrong?"
"Kumiko.... I don't know how to say this. Your blood chemistry is... it's
all wrong. Nothing here makes any sense. The numbers all read either way
high or dangerously low. It doesn't fit any known disease in the books. I'd
like to take another sample for verification. You say you're feeling fine?"
"Other than a little fatigue, yes. I'd assumed that was due to the
pregnancy."
"It probably is. I don't know why you are not feeling extremely ill. Please,
after I get the new sample, go home and get lots of rest." She turned to
Ron. "I don't know what tipped you off, but you were right. I don't know
what her normal duties are to you, but she can't do them in this condition."
"Right now, she doesn't have any duties. She'll be on bedrest until you say
otherwise."
"Very good. Now, let's get that other blood sample."
Later, at home, Ron led Jessica into his private area. As soon as they were
alone, Ron found himself back in the Watchers' realm.
"Okay, Jess. What the hell is going on? Miko's blood chemistry was all over
the place. What's wrong with her?"
"Miko has been possessed."
"What? Come on, Jess, get real."
"Ron? Does this look 'real' to you? I'm beyond the concept of mortality. I
demons exist. I've seen them, I've fought them. It's part of my job up here
to keep them away from you and your Family. This particular demon is very
nasty."
"What does he want?"
"His name is Mordreon. What he wants... is for Miko to die."
"So why doesn't he just kill her? I mean, what's going on?"
"Mordreon's power is specific. He will kill her, but he wants her to suffer
first. Her, and everyone around her. The job that demons perform is to
disrupt the existence of humans. The more chaos they can cause, the more
damage they can do, the more they like it."
"So, how do I stop him?"
"You don't. Mordreon's power is of short range, but immense power. In other
words, if you get close enough to fight him, you have no chance of winning.
No human does. The psionic power of a demon, well, the scale you use on the
physical plane just doesn't even allow for the concept of this much power."
"So you're telling me I've just got to let her ? I'll be damned if I'm just
going to stand by and watch!"
"You don't have a choice. Once Mordreon finds a way into a body, the only
way to get him out is to kill the body. You should have read the book more
carefully, Ron."
"What are you talking about?"
"Mordreon's way into Kumiko was through the mental lens. When not used
constantly as a defense, it becomes a gateway for the psionically
proficient. The same magnifying influence it had on your power, allowed
Mordreon to magnify his power enough to take over. That, and the fact that
she is pregnant. See, he's actually not inside [her]. He's inside . That's
why you haven't noticed any personality changes yet. That won't last long,
though. Soon, she will become dangerous. To herself, and to everyone around
her. I'm sorry, Ron, there's nothing that can be done."
"Like hell there isn't! Watch me."