The next morning, Brad was awakened by Heather quietly climbing out of bed. He got out with her, and joined her in the shower.
"Good morning, sweetheart. That was quite a show last night," she said.
"Yeah, it was really intense. I never thought I'd be able to be that ... dominant with someone. But Joyce really wanted it, so..." He shrugged.
"You love all of us, Brad. We all know you will do everything you can to make us happy," she said as she began washing his chest.
"Speaking of being happy, are you going to school today?" Brad asked.
"Yeah, we figured it would be best if I finished out the school year and graduated like normal. I guess Sammy is going to alter the school records to show you all finished as well," Heather explained. "She could do the same thing for me, but I'd kinda like to do it. After all, I got Peter to alter my Chemistry grade."
Brad looked a little confused. "I was going to ask you about that; Terri said you normally got really good grades."
She blushed. "I did, but for some reason, that prick Mr. Anderson has failed me on every homework assignment and exam we've taken. I asked him what I was doing wrong, because I'd compared homework assignments with others and they were the same. He just said I wasn't applying myself, and if I sat down and thought it out, I'd figure out what I wasn't doing right."
"If you are doing the same work, and getting the same answers as everyone else in the class, how can you be failing and they aren't?" Brad asked.
She shrugged; "I don't know. I'm still doing every assignment, but I get them back with an F in red on each one. I finally got Peter to make sure my grade was consistent with my performance. I don't actually like the idea of cheating, but I can't figure out what I'm doing wrong, so...
"Since colleges evaluate you based on your academic performance, an F would pretty much wreck your options for a good school. Peter seemed like an acceptable solution at the time." Brad nodded in agreement with her logic. "While you're at school today, call on my abilities and look into Mr. Anderson's mind to see what he thinks you should be doing. If nothing else, you get to know what you did wrong."
"Thanks love, I was going to ask if I could do that," she said.
"Well, don't forget to act normally about anything you hear about us. If you were to suddenly be sympathetic to Terri, it might arouse suspicions. I don't want you in danger," Brad said.
She looked up at him as he held her to his chest. "I don't believe how much in love I am with all of you. Sometimes I feel like I'm about to overflow with love. I'll have a very hard time not being sympathetic toward you guys. But Janie and Tabby would catch on right away."
He chuckled, and she asked him what was so funny. "The Bitches of Lakeside. Are Janie and Tabitha really as shallow and ... well bitchy as they make everyone believe they are?"
"God, I hated that nickname! Janie and Tabby are pretty shallow I guess. Their whole thing is to see who on the football team has the biggest cock, and to gossip about what cheerleaders are lesbians and which ones put out ... and for whom. They firmly believe that we should change the name of the girl's volleyball team to the Lakeside Lesbians. They'll be going off to some Ivy League school to get an MRS degree with some future doctor or lawyer. In reality, Janie sucks her brother off every morning before school, and Tabby is already fucking two doctors and a lawyer. She thinks she can get one of them to leave his wife for her." Heather groaned. "Maybe I don't want to finish the year there."
Brad swatted her naked, wet ass. "Come on, get dressed. You're gonna be late."
"If I wasn't still sore from last night, I'd leave you something to smile about all day," she teased.
Brad chuckled. "Tomorrow morning I'll send you to school bow-legged and freshly fucked, deal?"
"Deal!" she said and kissed him. "Now get out of here, so I can get ready. Breakfast is probably ready down in the dining room."
Grinning, he left the bathroom and slipped on a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt. Tara and Terri were already gone, but Joyce was kneeling next to the bed. The rest were still sleeping or lounging in bed. Smiling, he grabbed the collar and stood behind Joyce. She raised her hair out of the way, and he gently put her new collar on.
Smiling brightly, she turned and looked up at him. "How should I dress, Master?"
Brad chuckled. "Love, I'm very new to this sort of thing, so don't really know how to handle all this. Personally, I'd prefer you to be nude all the time, but that would be bad for working out or going out in public. How about I 'command' you to always dress appropriately for the situation? However, no panties ... and a skirt or dress as often as possible. It'll give me a thrill to know your bare pussy is naked under there."
She blushed and felt her pussy twitch in excitement. "You're doing great so far, Master. I will do as you command." Quickly, she rose and pulled on a pair of tight shorts, and a sports bra to contain her perky breasts.
"I think when the excitement dies down a bit; I might like to get your nipples pierced," Brad commented in an off-handed way.
Joyce shuddered as a small orgasm hit her unexpectedly at his words. "If ... if you wish, Master," she whispered.
Brad could see a growing wet spot on her skintight shorts, and smiled. "Well, let's go down and get started on the day, shall we?"
"Master? Don't you think I should change my shorts?" she asked, pointing to the wet spot.
"Nope, we're late as it is. Let's go." He grinned as she blushed a deep red and moved to the door.
Brad looked at the rest of his sleeping beauties. He kissed them all, and went downstairs and out to the back yard. There he found not only his missing ladies, but Carrie and Hal as well.
"Good Morning! How's Frank?" Brad asked.
"Randy as an old billy goat!" Hal said grinning. "You'd think your wife gave him a massive dose of Viagra."
Chuckling, Carrie bent to kiss Brad on the cheek in welcome. "He's doing better then he has in months. He says his head doesn't hurt anymore."
"Great! So how many questions are you guys going to make me answer about my new slave?" Brad asked while Joyce blushed deep red, but her breathing deepened in arousal.
Carrie looked at the shorter blushing woman and grinned at Brad. "Let me know how she takes to the collar, I might like to get one. She doesn't have any sisters does she?"
Brad knew talking about her like this was turning Joyce on, so he stepped it up a notch. "No, I'm afraid not; however, if she takes her training well, I might loan her to you for an evening."
Joyce shuddered and her breath caught as she had a small orgasm. Would he really loan her to this tall goddess for a night?
Carrie gently caressed one of Joyce's breasts through her top. "Hmm, I think I might like that. It's been awhile since I've had a female to serve me."
"Excellent," Brad smiled. "Shall we begin?"
About one in the afternoon, Brad felt Heather draw on his ability. A few minutes later, he felt her getting really pissed off.
Brad: "What's wrong, love?"
Heather: "Asshole Anderson was trying to get me into a position were I'd have to fuck him to pass his class. He knows about the whole college angle and he's using it to blackmail four other girls into having sex with him."
Vanessa: "So turn his ass in! Rat the bastard out!"
Heather: "It wouldn't work; two of the other girls already tried that. They ended up having to give Principal Connors a blow job to keep from getting suspended for 'spreading malicious lies'."
Joyce: "Master, I could make sure Anderson is found at a hotel with his cock buried up this Connors ass."
Stephanie: "While I do like the mental images that created, none of us can be seen outside yet. Why doesn't Sammy 'arrange' for some child porn to be found on their home computers?"
Samantha: "What's to arrange? It's already there. Actually, it's on their work computers too. I just checked. I just need to make sure it's found by the appropriate people and ... there. It should get exciting there pretty soon, Heather."
Heather: "You people scare me sometimes. I'm really glad you love me."
Samantha: "You're one of us, love. No one fucks with one of us when we can do something about it."
Heather: "Still, thank you."
Samantha: "Uh, sorry to bring this up, but Anderson has several pictures on his computer of up-skirt shots of girl's panties. A couple of them aren't wearing any and he got a good picture of their pussies."
Heather: "Oh god! Any of them mine?"
Samantha: "Yeah, how often do you wear a skirt without panties? He seems to have a lot of them from you."
Heather: "Whenever I wear a skirt, I usually don't wear panties. I like the naughty feeling it gives me. I never thought this creep was getting pictures of me. The skirts weren't that short."
Samantha: "Well, the authorities are already acting on it. His system has been 'flagged'; so has Mr. Connors'. Which means the authorities are in route — they don't want to take a chance their marker will be found and removed before they get there to prove what they found."
Brad: "Heather, has anyone said anything about us this morning?"
Heather: "Oh yeah! There are these scary looking men running around here that are supposed to be from 'Homeland Security' asking questions and searching your lockers. They are pulling students into the office for questioning. I've been waiting for them to call me in."
Brad: "Why would they call you in? You hated Terri, everyone knows that."
Heather: "Just feeling guilty I guess. Janie and Tabby are fit to burst with gossip about you guys. Tabby's Dad is head of security out at Ecogen, and she says they've issued a shoot on sight order for you guys."
Stephanie: "Did they say what we were to have supposed to have stolen?"
Heather: "It varies from some vague genetic research to a really lethal bio-weapon. What I don't understand is no one even doubts your guilt. You're guilty, that's all there is to it. Most of these people have known you guys all their lives and they totally accept the accusation that you did all these things. It's scary."
Brad: "It's like your Dad said; people hear the word terrorist, and they stop listening and just get mad. They don't even stop to realize the person that's being talked about might not be guilty."
Heather: "Well we're supposed to be reading an article right now, so I better get back to it. I'll talk to you guys more when I get home. I love you!"
Emotions were sent to the poor girl, but Brad could feel she was a lot happier now.
When Heather got home that evening, she was bursting with news. "The cops and the FBI busted in on the interviews with the kids because Principal Connors was in there with them. When they tried to arrest him, the Homeland Security guys got bent out of shape and started a huge pissing contest. From what I heard Connors was happy that the HS guys were defending him, until he found out they just wanted the credit for making the bust since this was a high profile case.
"Anyway, Connors, Anderson and Coach Freeman were arrested for possession of child pornography, and conspiracy to distribute child pornography. It seems Coach Freeman had web cams set up in both the girls and boys shower and locker rooms. Ms. Miller resigned, and rumor has it that she was arrested a short time later, since some of the movies on Freeman's computer featured her fucking three of the girls from the volleyball team.
"The Vice Principal closed school for the rest of the day, but the HS guys had her keep us all in the auditorium until they got to question the rest of the people they wanted to talk to. By the time we got out of the Gym, the rumor mill had all of you as partners with the child pornographers, and had set up most of us so Freeman could get naked pictures of us."
"Damn, what a mess," Brad said.
"Yeah, I'll bet a hundred dollars that you'll all be on the news again tonight as being implicated in the 'child pornography ring' at the school," Frank said.
Sammy, who was sitting at the table drinking a soda and listening, started chuckling. The chuckles grew into guffaws, and finally into full blow laughter. She rose and trotted out of the room without telling anyone what was so funny about being branded child pornographers.
Sure enough, that night on the news, the impartial press was full of speculations linking the Rogers family to the child porn ring in the school. One reporter even said they had a signed confession from one of the accused implicating Brad and Terri in their exploits.
Again, Samantha just giggled with glee when she heard the report, but refused to tell anyone what was going on. "I'll tell you all after the meeting tomorrow. It'll take that long to finish getting all the pieces in place anyway."
The next morning Heather asked to stay home from school, but was over-ruled by her father and her mates. "Sweety, you have to continue to act as though nothing is wrong; at least for the rest of the week," Samantha told her cryptically after pulling her aside. "I promise, by this time next week, you'll be able to do just about anything you want."
"Sammy, please, what are you up too? It's killing me to have to listen to all those people blaming you guys for so much," Heather begged.
Sammy swore the girl to secrecy and then told her everything she had planned and had put into place. Shortly, Heather left for school smiling like it was her birthday.
Promptly at eleven, Sammy received a message that only contained an address. She quickly printed it out, then ran for Frank's study, where Brad and Frank were waiting for her to get the message.
Carrie, Hal, Brad, Sammy and Frank all drove to an abandoned warehouse near one of the local iron ore docks. The warehouse was huge, and was surrounded by flat open ground. Hal pulled up to one of the big truck doors as it opened. After he drove through, Brad noticed a ragged looking kid of maybe fourteen, with bright orange hair and ripped up blue jeans, pulling the door closed. Hal stopped the SUV and everyone got out. The kid that opened the door walked up and looked each of them over, stopping before Sammy. "Hercules and Xena have to stay here. They'll only talk to the three of you."
Frank told Carrie and Hal to stay with the truck. Hal looked ready to object, but Frank asked him to please just stay at the truck, Brad and Sammy would watch out for him.
Hal still looked pissed, but Carrie looked at Brad and slowly nodded her head. Brad gave her a wink, and followed the kid through a door. They entered the main room of the big warehouse. It was easily thousands of square feet in size and totally empty except for the tables set up and a group of people in the middle. The kid pointed to the middle of the floor. "Go ahead. They're waiting for you."
Brad led the way to the middle of the huge room and pulled out a chair for Sammy, who pulled out her laptop and set it up.
"You must be Arial," one of the kids at the other table said. "We picked this place for a reason; it's a stone. No electronic signals in or out." The others at the tables chuckled.
"Duh! I could see that coming in. I'm setting up so I can take notes, or get info I have stored. You can tell Nero over there not to try to hack in anymore too, I'm monitoring all the system processes," Sammy replied.
"Fair enough. Nero! Knock it off," the kid said.
The kid called Nero turned and nodded to Sammy. "They're clean; no guns, bugs, or recorders."
"Good. None of us here are very comfortable with this meeting, but we could see no other way to do this. So, if it's okay with you, we'd like to use our online names. I'm Paladin," the boy at the table said.
Brad looked at Frank who nodded to him. "We're okay with that, but my friend and I don't have online names, but I imagine you already know more about us than we know about ourselves. I'm Brad, and this is Frank. You already know my ... mate, Arial," Brad indicated Sammy.
Paladin raised one eyebrow. "Mate huh? None of our business I guess. Has she told you our main problem?"
Brad nodded; "I think so; she said you know there's a problem, but don't know how to fix it. She said there were other issues, but that was the major one."
"Yeah, that's the major one. All we can see are the effects of the main problem. We think we have an idea what the main problem is, but fixing it would really fuck everything up. We need someone to help us, point out places in the system were we can do our thing without bringing the whole system down. We also need a little financial help. Some of our equipment isn't up to the task. However, we can make some suggestions that your money might like," Paladin nodded to Frank.
"Uh, Paladin, please don't take offense, but I don't speak your language very well. I don't understand what you mean," Frank said.
"That's cool. We got some ideas for bitchin' systems that you could sell and some we don't really want anyone to know about. We got a system that can replace all your TVs, stereo systems and telephones. We got true VR and a terradrive full of suppressed tech."
"Sammy?" Frank asked.
"He said they've designed a computer system that can replace an existing home theater and telephone system and include video phones. They've designed some systems that no one but a hacker should use, and they've developed true virtual reality, and have hundreds of thousands of pages of suppressed technology," Sammy explained.
"How..." Frank looked stunned.
"We're hackers, Frank. This is what we do," Sammy said.
"God, someone could destroy the economy of the planet with all this information," Frank said awed.
Sammy smiled. "You're beginning to see why they want help. They don't want to crash the system, but it needs to be fixed. They also don't want to put a crazy man in power."
"Then they really do understand the magnitude of the problem. I'll do everything I can to help them, but where do we start?" Frank asked.
Brad looked back at Paladin. "How about we set Arial as a liaison, so we know what you need. We'll work to get it for you. Once we get you set up, we can begin to fix the problem. When it comes to making a strike, you seven will know why and the predicted result of the action. Agreed?"
Paladin looked at the others who each nodded. When he looked back up he said, "Nero, give the Pandora drives to Arial. From now on, Arial will be our contact with you. I doubt we'll need to meet again, but if we do, we'll try to make better arrangements. We'll be watching to make sure you don't bolt with the info."
Brad nodded in agreement. "Once this gets going, we might need a few good hackers here just to control information."
Paladin grinned at Sammy; "We're already working on that. We'll be ready."
Once the meeting broke up, and they were back in the SUV, Sammy asked to order more computer equipment.
Frank chuckled, "Just give Walter a list of what you want and he can pick it up. Unless you think there is something you need that you can't get locally."
"Well, I'd do it myself, but I can't wait until next week to get it." Sammy said on purpose.
"Okay, brat, spill it. What's going to happen?" Brad asked.
"I'll tell you, but can we wait until we get home so I only have to go over this once?" She asked.
"Okay, but Carrie is going to sit on you once we get there so you don't run off and hide," Frank said, still chuckling.
"I would much rather she hold me on her lap instead. It's easier to snuggle like that," Sammy said as Carrie grinned.
"Damn, you're a flirt," Brad said. "I can't take you anywhere."
She stuck her tongue out at him, and he winked at her.
They walked through the door right behind Heather, who had only had a half day due to the turmoil of the arrests. Sammy made a playful try for the stair, but found herself cradled in the strong arms of Carrie. "You promised me a snuggle."
Carrie sat on the couch with Sammy firmly snuggled into her lap. Gradually, everyone, including household staff, had gathered for the long awaited explanation.
Sammy sat up, and began. "Phase one of this plan started about three hours ago. A web site proudly proclaiming to have the captured movies from the 'Lakeside pedophiles' opened for business on the net. It sent loads of still images to about a hundred separate newsgroups.
"Phase two should be starting up any time but we won't hear anything about it. The child pornography task force should be raiding the Ecogen computer center as we speak. It seems the web site that went on the net this morning originated there.
"For the last couple of days, myself and a few others have been rampaging through their entire network grabbing data and manipulating images to show every type of sexual kink known to man, to include snuff. I'm sickened to say that we didn't have to do anything to produce those images. Films of researchers and guards sexually abusing and then killing..." She took a deep breath. "Those people were our brothers and sisters. All of them were created in the genetics lab just like we were.
"After we set it up to appear that Ecogen were providing these movies to select individuals, we restructured more data and created inter-office memos to prove to any court of law that Ecogen was the largest illegal drug lab in the United States, and funded by the government as well. We left enough video and other evidence to implicate them in white slavery too.
"Finally, a good portion of this data was emailed to all the major networks along with a memo from the chairman of the company ordering our deaths, and detailing how it should be made to look. It does clearly say that Anderson, Connors and Freeman were working for Ecogen covertly to 'acquire' new material." She sighed before continuing. "Finally, the Ecogen mainframe will begin to download its entire database onto the internet. By the end of this week, Ecogen will be gone, and we should be free."
Silence filled the room as the full impact of what little Samantha did to those people registered on the listeners. Very few of them would ever make it to trial. The government couldn't afford to let those people talk to anyone. Most of the research done at Ecogen had been illegal since it dealt with manipulating genes and cloning.
"Well, except the people who give Ecogen their orders. They've got to know we're here," Stephanie said.
"Remember how I said Ecogen was distributing snuff movies to a certain select few?" Sammy said. "Every one of them are deep in the intelligence services of our government. Enough evidence will be found on their machines to make sure they can't claim it was a set up by a rival agency."
Faintly, everyone felt the house shake, and a distant explosion could be heard even inside the house. "Oh my god, I didn't even consider..." Sammy leapt from Carrie's arms and ran to a window. It had a bad angle and she couldn't see in the direction of Ecogen, which was over a hill and a few miles away. She turned and ran back into the living room where she turned on the TV. As the screen came up, it already had the 'special report' on it. Shortly the local news commentator appeared.
"We interrupt our regularly scheduled program for this breaking news. There has been a large explosion at Ecogen Labs in the Airpark Industrial center. Our camera crew is still en-route but initial reports from the scene tell us most of the park has been destroyed..."