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Subject: The Ring ch.1, all 3 parts. (mc, inc, pd, mast, f)
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Right.  DreamMaker's disclaimer:

If you're underage, or don't like the idea of sex with: young children, 
members of the same family, or people under mental control, don't read this.

If you want to offer criticism or comments, email me, I'll respond as 
soon as possible. (Not usually more than two weeks later. ;)

Flames will be hurled into the abyss from wence they came.

This story is mine, so don't go putting your name on it... on the other 
hand, feel free to pass it around to anybody you feel like or include it 
in archives... doesn't much matter to me.

Small note:  Although I may take suggestions from readers, I have a 
pretty good idea of where I'm going with this, so don't get too hopeful. ;)

Right.  Well, on with the show!



                            The Ring
                               By
                           DreamMaker

                        Chapter I: Silver

Part I:Pure Luck.

     Terry Richards was an average 14-year old boy.  That is to
say, he was a sea of hormones, and as horny as any other
adolescent.  He lived in a 4-bedroom house in a typical suburb
with his single mother and three sisters.  His father had passed
away five years ago in a car accident.  The insurance and the
money from the subsequent lawsuit had left the Richards' fairly
well-off, as the driver at fault in the accident had been not
only drunk, but extremely wealthy.

     Being the only boy in the family, Terry had a room to
himself in the basement.  His 17-year old older sister Laura had
a room to herself as well, on the second floor.  His 8 and 12-
year old sisters, Tara and Linda, shared a room next to his
mother's room on the ground floor.

     All of Terry's sisters were quite attractive.  Laura had
inherited their father's blond hair and green eyes, and had a
very fit body from cheerleading.  Linda wore her brown hair quite
short, and had a sprinkling of very cute freckles on her face. 
Her body was just beginning to develop, and Terry was very aware
of the soft curves which were beginning to appear.  Tara, his
adorable youngest sister, although she had not reached puberty
yet, was still incredibly sexy in Terry's almost constantly
aroused mind.

     Terry himself was not unattractive.  He kept himself in good
shape, working out mostly to keep his mind off of his sisters. 
However, when talking to any girl he was not related to, his
tongue would tend to tie itself in knots, ruining whatever
chances he might have had for a relationship.

     Terry would probably have gone for several years without any
relief from his situation, if he had not had an incredible stroke
of luck.

     One day, about the middle of July, Terry was distracting
himself by exploring the abandoned shell of an old hotel, an
eyesore just a few blocks away from his home.  It was easy enough
to break into, since the boards on the windows were mostly rotted
through anyway.  The hotel had been sitting here empty for almost
ten years, since the previous owner had been shot and killed in
his office.  The murderer had never been caught, and in fact, no
suspects had ever been found.

     Terry had spent most of the day searching through the
various rooms, and had found nothing much beyond dust, cobwebs,
and yellowing bibles in each room.  He was getting tired and
hungry, and had decided to head home, when he noticed that the
door to the owner's office was still slightly open.  Getting a
slight thrill from the idea, he pushed open the door to examine
the old murder scene.

     The chalk outline was still on the floor, as nobody had
cleaned the place up in ten years.  There was an old, dried
bloodstain on the floor as well, and the wall behind the desk was
slightly spattered as well.  Luckily, the body had long since
been carted away, and there was no odor left.

     Letting his curiosity get the better of him, Terry slipped
into the room and opened a few drawers in the former owner's
desk.  There was very little left that hadn't rotted or rusted
away in ten years of disuse.  Terry was about to give up when he
heard a rattle from the direction of the front door.  He jumped
in surprise, and accidentally pulled the drawer he was opening
completely out of the desk.  It fell to the ground with a crash,
and the bottom of the drawer sprang open, revealing a space
underneath, and a small metal box.  Still spooked, Terry grabbed
the box and ran for the back door.  Just as he crawled out
through the gap in the boards, he heard the front door burst
open, and he ran all the way home.

     When he got home, supper was about to start, so Terry slid
the box under his bed and went up to eat.  After supper, he
helped with the washing up, then headed back to his room in the
basement.  He read for several hours, until he was fairly sure
that everyone in his family had headed to their rooms for the
night.  Grabbing the box, he snuck out the back door of the
house, and climbed up into the treehouse he had built in the
backyard the summer before, as another distraction.

     Terry glanced out of the treehouse through the knotholes on
the side, strategically placed to let him see into his sisters'
rooms, if they ever left the blinds open.  Seeing the lights on,
but the blinds closed, he grabbed a flashlight from a shelf, and
took a good look at the box.

     It was a little smaller than a paperback, and had a tiny
keyhole.  Reaching behind him, into the toolbox he had never
gotten around to putting back in his room, Terry managed to find
a claw hammer.  Using the claw, he managed to pry the box open
with very little effort.  Inside was a tiny packet made of paper.

Terry opened it, and dumped the contents into his palm.  Inside
was a silver ring, a simple band of shiny metal.  Peering at it
in the dim light, Terry could make out a complex pattern etched
into the band.  It looked a little like some kind of reptile
biting its own tail.  The ring looked pretty nice, so Terry
slipped it onto his index finger.

     The ring fit pretty well, even though he was only 14 and his
hands weren't very big.  Terry yawned slightly, and took a look
out the knotholes again.  The light had gone out in his younger
sisters' room, but Laura's light was still on.  Staring out at
the window, Terry thought to himself, 'Damn.. I wish she'd open
those blinds for a change.. is just once too much to ask for?'

     To Terry's amazement, a few moments later, the blinds slid
open, and he could clearly see his older sister standing at the
window in a nightie.  His cock went instantly hard, and he eased
it out of his pants as he watched his sister standing at the
window.  'Oh man...', he thought to himself, 'if she only slept
without that stupid nightie...'

     He was already rubbing his hand along his shaft, but when
his sister reached down and pulled her nightie up over her head,
he started to beat at a furious pace.  Laura dropped the nightie
to the ground, her beautiful breasts exposed for him to see, then
stood there, looking out at the backyard.  Terry moaned softly as
he saw his older sister's tits naked for the first time.  She
still wore a small pair of pink panties, and as Terry grew closer
to climax, he thought, 'Take the panties off too, Laura.. come
on...'

     To his growing amazement, his older sister slid her hands
down her body to her panties, and pushed them off of her hips,
letting them slide to the floor.  She was now completely naked,
the blond curls of her pussy visible to anyone who happened to
look up at her bedroom window.  Terry was too turned on to even
notice that his older sister was moving stiffly, almost zombie-
like.  Terry groaned loudly, and shot a jet of come against the
wall of his treefort, looking at his gorgeous, and completely
naked sister.  He grabbed some kleenex from the shelf, and by the
time he had cleaned himself up and looked back, Laura's blinds
were closed again, and her lights were out.  Terry climbed down
out of the treehouse, heading for bed.  As he took the ring off
of his finger and placed it on his bedside table, he could swear
it was glowing slightly...


Part II:First Steps.

     Terry opened his eyes.  He was in a strange place, filled
with some kind of gray mist.  He couldn't move at all, just
float.. he could just barely make out the sound of someone's
voice.. calling him.. calling him..

     "Terry!  Get up, it's past noon already!  There's plenty of
work to do around the house!"

     Terry opened his eyes and yawned sleepily.  His mother stood
in the doorway to his room, wearing an old t-shirt and shorts. 
Sarah Richards was nearly forty, but running after four kids and
holding down a job as well had kept her in good shape.  The daily
aerobics hadn't hurt, either.  Terry wondered for a moment,
through the sleepy haze, what she looked like underneath her
clothes..  Then shook his head and managed to croak out, "Whaa? 
Okay, okay.. I'm getting up.."

     "If you hurry, you might actually get some lunch.  Must be
nice to be able to sleep all day long."  Terry's mom shut the
door on the way out, leaving him to crawl slowly out of bed.

     As he sat on the edge of his bed, wiping the sleep from his
eyes, Terry noticed the silver ring he had found the night
before, still lying on the bedside table.  He picked it up and
looked it over carefully.  Under the brighter lights of his
bedroom, the reptile was very clearly a dragon.  Terry could also
make out some kind of odd inscription on the inside of the ring,
a single word in some kind of squiggly script.

     Terry slipped the ring onto his finger, got dressed
groggily, and made his way upstairs for lunch.  It wasn't really
anything special, just Alpha-Getti, but he wolfed it down
hungrily, trying to get out of the kitchen before his mother
could ask him to do any work.

     Just as he was rinsing the bowl out to put in the
dishwasher, his mother walked in from outside.  "Terry?  The lawn
could really use mowing.  Your room's a bit of a mess, too, and
I'd appreciate it if you'd clean it up.  There's some vacuuming
to be done too, and..."

     'Oh, stop it!  I don't want to do any work today!', Terry
thought, turning to face his mother.

     Much to his amazement, she did stop.  In fact, she
completely stopped moving, and stood in the doorway a little like
a zombie.

     "Mom?  Are you all right?"  Terry took a step forward, and
suddenly his mother started up again, as though she had never
stopped.

     "I'd like you to take some of those old boxes out of the
garage and help me sort through them.  Okay?"

     Terry was a little stunned, and just managed to stutter out,
"Y..yeah.. sure, no problem, mom.. Are you feeling okay, mom?"

     Sarah Richards looked at her son with a puzzled expression. 
"Yes.. yes, I'm feeling just fine.  Why?"

     "Umm.. no reason.  Nevermind.."

     Terry's mom shrugged, and headed back outside.  Terry
noticed suddenly that his right index finger was getting quite
warm.  Looking down, he saw that the silver ring was, in fact,
glowing.  'What the heck...', Terry thought, 'What is this thing,
anyway?  Did _it_ do that to mom?  It was glowing last night,
too... maybe that's why Laura stripped like that... I gotta try
this thing out...'

     Terry moved quickly through his chores, rushing to get them
done so he could test out his new-found toy.  Unfortunately, all
of his sisters had managed to find things to do outside of the
house today, and his mother was still out working in the garden. 
Finally, he got to the end of the list, and dragged the heavy
boxes out of the garage.  The junk inside had been piling up for
more than two years now, and he didn't really look forward to
sorting the stuff out.

     "Mom?  You wanna go through this stuff now?"  Terry yelled
around the corner of the house.

     "Yes!  I'll be there in just a minute, Terry!  Go ahead and
start, I'll just be a few moments!"

     Terry grumbled a bit to himself, and started pulling things
out.  Just about everything that didn't have another place to go
had been thrown into these boxes over the years, and there was
everything from his old, broken toys, to a set of wrenches that
had never found its way back into a toolbox.

     Terry was pulling an old, leaky battery out of the box as
his mom came out the front door.  "How's it coming along so far,
Terry?  Careful with that, you don't want to get battery acid on
yourself."

     Terry nodded, and dropped the battery onto the driveway
beside him.  "It's going pretty well, but I could really use some
help.  There's a lot of junk in these boxes."

     The two of them working together managed to finish off two
of the three boxes in an hour.  As he dumped the remainder of the
second box into a trashcan, Terry decided he'd give the ring a
trial run right now.  Looking over at his mother, he thought,
'Finish the third box without me.'

     As he had hoped, his mother's eyes glazed over, and she
began to move in a zombie-like way, sorting through the last box
stiffly and mechanically.  Terry watched this for about ten
minutes, then decided to try something else.  'Mom, scratch your
nose, and keep your finger there while you work.'

     Her finger rose up and scratched, staying at her nose as
though it had been glued there.  Terry grinned.  Glancing around
to see if anyone was around in their neighbour's yards, he
decided to try going slightly farther.  'Mom.. take your shirt
off for me.'

     His mother's hands dropped down to the bottom of her t-
shirt, and she pulled the bottom out of her shorts.  She began to
pull it up, slowly, then stopped just as her navel was revealed. 
She blinked a couple of times, and shook her head.  Looking down
at her hands, she looked slightly confused about what they were
doing, then seemed to figure it out as she tied the bottom into a
knot, leaving her midriff visible.  She looked over at Terry,
still standing by the trashcans.  "Hey, you!  Get over here and
help!"

     Terry was more than a little confused.  It had worked.. so
why did it suddenly stop?  Looking more carefully at his mother,
he noticed that she was slightly flushed, and that he could
actually make out her nipples through her shirt and bra.. he
hadn't been able to see them earlier.. that was strange.

     Later that night, Terry snuck back out to the treehouse
again, and watched out his peepholes, hoping to repeat the
previous night's performance.  Looking up at Laura's room, he
thought, 'Open the blinds.'  As had happened the night before,
they opened, and Terry could see his older sister standing there,
framed by the window.  Apparently she had just been changing,
because she was topless, and had a pair of denim cut-offs still
on.

     Terry smiled to himself.  'Take off the shorts.. and
whatever else is under them.'  His sister's hands moved to the
front of her shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping them, and sliding
them down.  Underneath, she was wearing a pair of black panties,
which she also slid off.  Unlike the night before, Terry noticed
the stiffness in his sister's movement, and knew that it was him
causing her to do these things..

     He wanted to see how far he could make her go, so he tried
some more commands.  'Laura, pull a chair up to the window.  Sit
in it, and put your legs up on the arms.'

     She complied, spreading her legs wide towards the window,
giving Terry a great view of his sister's cunt.  It was quite
red, and he could see that she was very wet.  'Touch yourself,
Laura.. masturbate for me..' Terry sent another thought out
across the backyard, pulling his cock out of his pants and
stroking away for the second night in a row, watching his
incredibly beautiful and completely nude sister.

     Laura's hands moved slowly and mechanically, one reaching
for her breasts, and one down to her cunt.  Terry watched in
ecstasy as his sister rubbed herself, her finger moving up and
down across her clit.  Her window was partly open, since it was
the middle of summer, and Terry could hear his sister moan
softly.  The moan sounded as zombie-like as Laura's motions,
almost as though it had been meant to sound faked..

     Terry didn't much care, though.  His sister was sitting not
twenty feet away, fingering herself!  One hand was squeezing her
breasts, and Terry watched as she twisted her nipples, groaning
in obvious, if fake-sounding, pleasure.  Her fingers in her twat
moved faster and faster, and as he watched, Laura began to thrust
her hips, almost bouncing up and down in the chair.

     A few moments later, Laura let out a loud, high-pitched
moan, and thumped down hard in the chair, her fingers moving in a
blur.  Terry groaned loudly as well, coming a few moments later
against the wall of his treehouse.  He turned to grab some
kleenex, and once again, by the time he looked back, Laura's
blinds were shut and her lights were out.

     Satisfied for the moment, he climbed back down out of the
tree, and headed off for bed.



Part III:Mentas

     Terry opened his eyes.  He was in a strange place, filled
with some kind of gray mist.  He couldn't move at all, just
float..  Then the mist began to clear away, and Terry was
standing in a large room.  The walls and ceiling were hidden in
the mist, but the floor went on for a long distance.  Suddenly, a
voice boomed in Terry's head, 'I AM MENTAS, DRAGON OF THE RING OF
THE MIND!'

     Terry spun around, startled, and stared up at a huge stone
dragon that gazed down at him, unmoving, its mouth open, its huge
fangs bared.. then the voice spoke in his mind again, quieter
this time, 'Ahem!  That's a statue.. I'm down here.'  Terry felt
a tap on his knee.

     Surprised again, Terry looked down.. at a dragon about the
size of a small dog.  It looked like a standard oriental dragon,
but.. much smaller.  'I apologise for shouting, Terry, owner of
my ring.  It has been ten years since anyone has worn the ring at
all.'

     Terry blinked in astonishment at the tiny dragon.  "So...
you're the one who's been doing those... things?  Controlling my
sister and my mom?"

     Mentas shook his head.  'No, Terry.  You did those things..
I merely give you the power, through the ring.  My power is
merely to teach _you_ to make your mind as like me as possible..
swift and focused.'

     "I think I'm getting the hang of it... so, you're sort of my
servant?"

     'Nothing so simple as that.  I am your teacher in the ways
of the mind.  I do not follow your orders, nor do I give you
orders.  I instruct.'

     "All right.. what do you get in return?"

     'The payment I receive is something you cannot comprehend,
young human.  I am payed in a form that only another dragon could
truly appreciate.'

     Terry looked around the room again.  "Where are we, anyway? 
I'm dreaming, right?"

     The small grey dragon nodded.  'Yes, you are.  But as long
as you own the ring, you can travel to this place in your dreams.

It is the place where the ring was created.  It exists only in
imagination, but it is as real to a dragon as your world...
perhaps more so.'

     "Right.. I think I get the idea.. So, you're kind of a
teacher.. so maybe you could tell me why I couldn't force my mom
to take her shirt off today?"

     'Unfortunately, Terry, you have no natural abilities of
control.  If you had, your control of the power of the ring would
have been much greater.  Currently, you can force people to do
things that are fairly close to something they would do anyway. 
You can force someone to open their blinds, since they would in
the morning anyway.. you can even make them undress in front of
an open window, if they would have done so in front of a closed
one.  Your sister's masturbation is probably as far as you could
force someone, unless they were naturally inclined to want to be
with you.  Your mother certainly isn't inclined to remove her
clothing outdoors.'

     Terry smiled at the small dragon. "But.. I could convince
her to undress in her room, right?  Or even.. masturbate?"

     'Yes.  That much would be possible.  The only thing you
would have to do is convince her that she was alone.  As you use
the ring, it should become clearer exactly what you are doing,
and you should gain more control.  With your lack of natural
ability, though, the movements will always be zombielike.'

     "Great.  One more thing.. how do I leave this place if I
want to?"

     Mentas smiled a toothy grin.  'Just open your eyes, Terry.'

     Terry raised an eyebrow.  "Open my eyes?  But I've got them
open already!  If I try to open them..."

     Terry opened his eyes, and saw the inside of his bedroom. 
He yawned, then checked the clock.  It was 9 o'clock.  That was
incredibly early for him to be up during the summer... but he
didn't really feel tired.  There could be some very interesting
entertainment for him this morning, assuming that dream hadn't
been just a dream.

     Terry could hear the shower running as he climbed the
stairs, slipping the silver ring onto his finger.  He smiled as
he knocked on the bathroom door.  From inside, he heard his
mother's voice, shouting, "I'll be done in a few minutes, Laura! 
Wait your turn!"

     'I could just go in and watch her.. she'd never even realize
I was there.', thought Terry.  He had a better idea, though, if
Mentas was right.. and there was no reason he shouldn't be. 
Terry walked past his younger sisters' room, and into his
mother's bedroom.  He took a chair from her desk, and sat down
beside the bed to wait.

     A few minutes later, the shower quit, and Terry could hear
the sound of his older sister knocking on the bathroom door.  He
was glad he had his own bathroom.. less hassles from his family. 
The bedroom door swung open again, and his mother stepped in,
wearing a bathrobe, with a towel wrapped around her head and
hair.  She opened her mouth to say something, but Terry
concentrated hard...

     Suddenly he could see his mother's thoughts..  Or more
precisely, he could feel them.. it wasn't like seeing at all. 
Terry found the right spot, and sent his mother the message, 'You
are alone in the room.'  This time, he could feel the power
channeling into him from the ring.  It felt like a fairly weak,
but very precise power.

     Sarah's eyes clowded over, and she walked into the room as
though she was in a trance.  Turning, she closed the door.  Terry
sent another command, and she locked the door as well.  He
watched as his mother walked into the room, lifting her hands to
the towel, and drying her hair.  It was a little strange,
watching his mother moving in such a zombie-like manner, but
Terry didn't care.. what was coming next would be too good.

     Terry's mother dropped the towel on the floor, and walked
over to the bed, standing right beside Terry's chair.  Terry
watched from just a foot away as she undid her bathrobe and
dropped it to the floor as well.

     Terry's boxers hit the floor just moments later, as he
looked at his mother's body for the first time this close up. 
She had gorgeous breasts, not huge, but certainly larger than
average.  The nipples were stiff and hard.. wasn't that a sign
that she was sexually excited?  He'd have to ask Mentas about
that tonight.  Terry's gaze wandered down his mother's body, past
her belly, which wasn't quite flat, but impressively close after
four children.

     Further down from that, Terry gazed in awe at his mother's
hair-covered sex.  He'd never seen a woman's cunt this close up
before.  The patch of brown hair fascinated him, but the hint of
a slit sitting underneath him interested him even more, and he
sent his mother another command.

     With no more willpower than a robot, Sarah Richards lay
herself down on the bed, and started moving her hands over her
body.  Terry watched in awe, stroking himself slowly, as his
mother cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples.  She closed
her eyes as her hands traveled further down her body, towards the
treasure they sought.  Her legs spread slightly, and Terry
shifted himself so he could watch closely as his own mother slid
a finger along her slit.  Her entire body shivered slightly, as
she slowly slipped the finger inside herself.  Her cunt looked
swollen and red, and Terry could smell his mother's juices.. she
looked incredibly wet..

     Terry watched with his mouth hanging open, his hand pumping
his cock as his mother pushed first one finger, then two, then
three, into her cunt.  Her fingers began to thrust in and out of
her cunt, and she gave out an emotionless moan.  Terry was loving
every second, but felt vaguely disappointed at the lack of any
real human feeling behind his mother's movements or sounds.. he
wished there was some way to control her without losing her
personality..

     Sarah's hand moved faster and faster into her cunt as Terry
watched, her fingers becoming more and more coated with her
juices with every passing moment.  To his surprise, she slowly
turned herself over as she sped up, until she was lying on her
face with her ass in the air.  Terry watched in awe as his
mother, still thrusting three fingers of her right hand into her
cunt, began to press a finger of her left hand into her exposed
anus.  He could hear her whispering to herself, in a flat,
expressionless voice, "Oh yeah... fuck my ass, baby... fuck me
good... god, yesssss..."

     Terry yanked faster at his shaft as he watched the woman who
had raised him from a baby slowly sliding a finger into her own
ass!  Her moans began to rise in pitch as she finger-fucked both
of her holes.  Cunt juice was visibly sliding down his mother's
legs as she masturbated herself feverishly, approaching her
climax.  Sarah Richard's entire body shook as she reached it, and
she screamed down into the bed as she buried her fingers in her
cunt and asshole up to the second knuckle.  This was too much for
Terry, and he groaned loudly as his cock let fly, spraying come
all over the cover of his mother's bed.

     Terry quickly snuck out of his mother's room, leaving her
with one last command, 'Put the covers through the laundry.'

     The day passed quickly enough, although Terry kept thinking
about the things he was going to do that night, and every night
from now on.. He could get into the girls locker room at school..
he could watch his sisters masturbating.. he could even walk
right into a bank and take money right out of the vault!  Of
course, he didn't know how many people he could affect with this
new power.  He'd have to ask Mentas about that, too..

     Night came, and Terry snuck up to his treehouse again, and
looked over at his sisters' windows.  His older sister had
apparently gone to sleep early, but his younger sisters still had
their light on. It was simple enough to..

     Suddenly, Terry heard someone else climbing up the ladder to
his treehouse.  He spun around to face the entrance, and was
greeted by a grinning bearded face.  The stranger, standing on
the ladder of Terry's treehouse, smiled and said, "Give me your
ring, kid."

     Terry suddenly found that he was completely unable to
control his own limbs!  One hand was moving slowly towards the
ring on the other!  In a panic, he sent out a quick command,
'Take a step backwards.'

     The man on the ladder's eyes glazed over, and he stiffly
took a step backwards.  There was a short yell of surprise, and a
thud as he hit the ground.  Terry was down the ladder in a flash,
and standing over the unconscious man.  The first thing he
noticed was a silver ring on the man's hand, glowing faintly in
the darkness.  Terry slipped it off, and examined it carefully. 
The writing inside of the ring was different, but aside from that
it was the same as the one he wore.

     Terry slipped the ring on just as the stranger began to
stir.  'Run away!'  he commanded the man, 'You're in a strange
place and you've been found out!'

     The man was on his feet, and running, zombie-like but still
quickly, within a few moments.  A little shaken by the incident,
Terry decided to forget about his sisters for the moment, and
went inside the house, being sure to lock the door behind
himself.

     As he took the rings off to sleep, Terry stopped, rather
shocked, and stared at what was on his finger.  Instead of two
seperate rings, there was now a single gold ring, slightly
thicker than his original one.  Now, there were two dragons, side
by side, each biting their own tails...