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Subject: [ASS] STORY: CAMP - Ron's Journey, Part 4, Chapter 1 (mc,mild nc,mf)
From: firebird@gte.net (WhiteStar)
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Date: 22 Nov 1997 08:25:17 GMT
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Hello again.
I'M BACK!
It took me 3 months, but I have finally finished Part 4!
Here it is, chapter by chapter. If you want it in one
big file, or If you don't like ASCII files, go to my website:
http://www.psynet.net/whitestar
There you'll find the HTML version, as well as other
offline formats.
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The story listed herein deals with sex. If sex offends
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incest, sex with minors, mind control, and PLOT. If any of
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CAMP - Ron's Journey
Part 4: Ron Begins The Program
by WhiteStar
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 <life> 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 <not> 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. <The Committee! What do they want? And what are they doing out of the
compound?> "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 <is> 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.
<Wonder why all these guys are wearing white? Hey, there's Mike.
Wonder what's up?> 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. <My God! What a hunk! Those eyes, that
face, that body! He makes my knees weak just to look at him!> 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.
<Strange girl.>
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.
<Women! I'll never figure out their emotional side!> "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, <Remember my warning. Spanking is one thing, beating is
another. Have fun, but don't be cruel.> 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.
<God, she is gorgeous! No wonder Ron didn't want to give her up.> 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. <Oh, well. Teaching was getting boring anyway. Maybe
I should become a used car salesman?> He chuckled to himself at the thought.
<Or maybe a real estate agent.>
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.
End Chapter 1
CAMP - Ron's Journey
by WhiteStar
(C) 1997
Subject: [ASS] STORY: CAMP - Ron's Journey, Part 4, Chapter 2 (mc,mf,teen)
From: firebird@gte.net (WhiteStar)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Date: 22 Nov 1997 08:27:00 GMT
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Hello again.
I'M BACK!
It took me 3 months, but I have finally finished Part 4!
Here it is, chapter by chapter. If you want it in one
big file, or If you don't like ASCII files, go to my website:
http://www.psynet.net/whitestar
There you'll find the HTML version, as well as other
offline formats.
Warnings and Disclaimers:
The story listed herein deals with sex. If sex offends
you, why are you reading this newsgroup? If you are under
legal age in your area, GO AWAY! This story deals with
incest, sex with minors, mind control, and PLOT. If any of
this is objectionable to you, please do not read.
COPYRIGHT NOTICE:
This story is (C) Copyright 1997 by WhiteStar.
I hereby give the right for this story to be distributed
and archived, so long as:
1. NO CHARGE is made for access to the story, and
2. The author, WhiteStar, is notified when a story is
archived or reposted.
No commercial use may be made of this story without the
express written consent of the author.
That said, Enjoy!
CAMP - Ron's Journey
Part 4: Ron Begins the Program
by WhiteStar
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." <And am
still doing,> 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. <Let me do this part, please? I've got an idea.>
Ron didn't know what she had in mind, but it sounded good. <Okay,
babe. Go for it.> 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. <Mickey? How's it going?>
<No problem here, Ron. She's good to go. She does want to know how
much she gets paid, though.>
<$100. When can she do it?>
<Whenever. She skips class half the time, anyway. Or so she says.>
They were avoiding the use of their power, to make sure the experiment worked,
and not them.
<Alright. Hang tight, I'll see when this guy can do it.>
"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.
<What a fucking annoying noise.> 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.
<If I wasn't getting paid for this, there is no damned way I would sit here
and listen to this crap next to this geek.>
Kyle, on the other hand, was intrigued. <Well, the noise is certainly
not intended to be pleasing to the ear, although I suppose I could get used to
it.> 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. <Damn, I get
paid money, just to sit and listen to this?>
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. <You know, he's not that
bad after all.... What am I saying?! Well, he is sort of cute... Shit! What
the hell is happening to me?> Anna was starting to wonder about her sanity.
<Maybe being cooped up in this little room is starting to get to me.> She
wasn't bright enough to know about brainwashing, or even subliminal science.
Kyle, on the other hand, had noticed her glances. <Hmmm. I wonder what this
experiment is really all about. She wouldn't even deign to look at my shoes
before. Now she's looking at me every ten seconds.>
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."
<Standard answer, very good. Just about what I'd have expected. Now,
a test.>
"413? Who is the most important person in the free world?"
"412." <What? What did I just say! He's not.... well, yeah, I
guess... What's happening to me?>
"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.
<My man?!? He's just a... a... a... Master, to be served! A controller! A
hunk! I must have him!> 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. <Looks like I can keep going...>
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. <Ron, honey? Take me in my ass, please?>
<Whatever you want, babe.> 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.
End Chapter 2
CAMP - Ron's Journey
by WhiteStar
(C) 1997
Subject: [ASS] STORY: CAMP - Ron's Journey, Part 4, Chapter 3 (mc,mf,teen)
From: firebird@gte.net (WhiteStar)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Date: 22 Nov 1997 08:28:44 GMT
--------
Hello again.
I'M BACK!
It took me 3 months, but I have finally finished Part 4!
Here it is, chapter by chapter. If you want it in one
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There you'll find the HTML version, as well as other
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Warnings and Disclaimers:
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CAMP - Ron's Journey
Part 4: Ron Begins the Program
by WhiteStar
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. <I just
can't understand it. I don't find him attractive, and this lifestyle he
leads! It's positively repulsive!>
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 and 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. <What the fuck is going on here?>
"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. <I'll have to check in with the school. Maybe she's
just not living at home anymore.> 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.
<Shit. Michelle's been gone for a week. Well, she IS a CAMP member,
so I guess I should call in the cavalry on this one. I've got work to do at
home, anyway.>
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. <I wonder who they are?> A quick scan gave him the
answer. <Hired thugs. Leg breakers. I wonder just what my neighbor is
involved with, and how can I use it to get my plans rolling?> 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. <Bitch.> 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. <Perfect. Just wonderful timing.>
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. <What am I doing here?> 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. <What the hell is going on here?>
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?"
End Chapter Three
CAMP - Ron's Journey
by WhiteStar
(C) 1997
Subject: [ASS] STORY: CAMP - Ron's Journey, Part 4, Chapter 4 (mc,mf,inc,teen)
From: firebird@gte.net (WhiteStar)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Date: 22 Nov 1997 08:30:35 GMT
--------
Hello again.
I'M BACK!
It took me 3 months, but I have finally finished Part 4!
Here it is, chapter by chapter. If you want it in one
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There you'll find the HTML version, as well as other
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Warnings and Disclaimers:
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CAMP - Ron's Journey
Part 4: Ron Begins the Program
by WhiteStar
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.... <I don't know if I
want to be a part of this or not. On the other hand, what choice do I have at
this point? How do I deal with this?> 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 <steal> 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.
<Oh my God, that feels so wonderful!> 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". <More
likely, a good lay> 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. <Ahhhh. An opening.>
"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,
<The kid deserves at least a look-see, I suppose. Not by me, but Kath
deserves some extra work for her cold attitude toward me these last few
weeks.> "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. <Mr. Franz should love the new Kathleen.> 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. <So, the kid's invented a television hypnosis device.
Interesting. And, I think, tonight will be most enjoyable indeed.>
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. <This is going to be fun.> 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. <Maybe that Chaffey kid could work
something out...>
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. <I've gotta get
that Chaffey kid back in to the office.>
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. <Wasn't that? I think it was! She couldn't be.... Nah.> He
turned and followed her discreetly. <Damn! She is! That... kid is about to
screw->
"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"
<Hmm. Very good. Her training has taken hold quite well."
Ron went to check his phone. It was the type that had a built in
answering system, and it had several messages on it. He listened to them all,
and wrote down times and names. He collected his tapes, and packed them into
his briefcase. Then he gave Taylor a call.
The first place he visited was, of course, Industrial Light and Magic.
Lee Franz personally greeted him at the door. Miss Malloy smiled at him
sweetly, but Mr. Franz rushed him into the office and locked the door.
"I was afraid when you didn't return my first call that I had upset
you."
"No, I was just busy. So, did you enjoy my present?"
"Hell yes! Too bad it was temporary, though. I don't suppose there's
any way to make it permanent?"
"I'm not at liberty to discuss more permanent means of suggestion. I
am here to talk about my visual effect."
"You don't expect me to put THAT on the [air], do you?" Lee
exclaimed.
"Not hardly. The effect I put Ms. DeMarco through was not the exact
effect that we wish you to use. It is the same basic principle, but not the
same message."
"Am I allowed to ask what message you <are> sending?"
"No."
"Hmmm. Well, no matter. Is there any way at all that I could get
another go at Ms. DeMarco? Or maybe Miss Malloy out there? She acts sweet,
but she's cold as a fish to me."
"Look, here's the deal: You start using our visual effect exclusively
where it will fit, and that means any time you need a plasma effect, or a
transporter-style effect, or anything like that. In return, I will give you
the tape I used on Ms. DeMarco."
"And, now that she knows about it, how do I get her to watch it?"
"Just start playing it. Once she sees the screen, she won't be able
to turn away, or even move. It lasts about six minutes."
"I see. Well, I've gotta have that tape. Do you have a contract or
something I need to sign? I mean, I don't have one ready from our lawyers or
anything, but I don't suppose you want them involved, do you?" It wasn't
really a question.
"No contracts. I was never here. You have never met Ronald Chaffey,
and there is no tape. All I need you to do..." Ron pulled a videocassette
out of his briefcase. "Is watch this tape." Seeing the look on Franz's face,
he added, "Don't worry, this tape won't turn you into my slave. Yuck. No,
this tape ensures me that you can never talk about this with anybody, and that
you will adhere to our agreement. Now, sit back and relax." Ron began the
tape, and Lee stared at it in total absorption.
When it was finished, Ron ejected it and returned it to his briefcase.
Then, Ron handed over the four tapes of the effect to Franz.
"Why four?"
"They're labelled by date. Use effect number one first, starting now.
Starting on the date of tape 2, use that effect, and so on. The message
changes slightly on each tape. I WILL know if you are not doing your part in
this. If you cross me, I will be back, and you don't want to see me when I'm
angry."
"No problem. I'll hold up my end." They shook hands, and Ron left
the office. As he was walking into the hall, he heard behind him: "Miss
Malloy, could you come in here for a minute?" Ron just smiled and boarded the
elevator.
The next two days were just like that. Men and women executives
pleading with him to get their hands on his tapes. By the end of the week, he
was sure that no matter what network shows you watched, you were going to see
the effect sooner or later. It was time to move on to other things.
Taylor was again driving him. He was heading back to LAX.
"So, man, where you headed now? Back home, I guess."
"No. I'm headed north. I have to visit a little place called
Microsoft."
"Damn." Taylor concluded.
End Chapter 4
CAMP - Ron's Journey
by WhiteStar
(C) 1997
Subject: [ASS] STORY: CAMP - Ron's Journey, Part 4, Chapter 5
(mc,mf,inc,teen,preg,mild nc)
From: firebird@gte.net (WhiteStar)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Date: 22 Nov 1997 08:32:17 GMT
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Hello again.
I'M BACK!
It took me 3 months, but I have finally finished Part 4!
Here it is, chapter by chapter. If you want it in one
big file, or If you don't like ASCII files, go to my website:
http://www.psynet.net/whitestar
There you'll find the HTML version, as well as other
offline formats.
Warnings and Disclaimers:
The story listed herein deals with sex. If sex offends
you, why are you reading this newsgroup? If you are under
legal age in your area, GO AWAY! This story deals with
incest, sex with minors, mind control, and PLOT. If any of
this is objectionable to you, please do not read.
COPYRIGHT NOTICE:
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That said, Enjoy!
CAMP - Ron's Journey
Part 4: Ron Begins the Program
by WhiteStar
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 <real> 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. <Oh, what the hell!> "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.
<Megan, meet me in my room.>
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. <Besides,> she thought, <he might
just be able to make things better.>
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, <Miss> 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." <True, absolutely true. She'd rather not say.
But she's gonna.>
"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!
<What's going on? Why are they kidnapping us? We've got to find a way to
escape. These guys are going to rape us for sure.>
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. <A new
life? What kind of crap are they talking here? What, are they going to send
us off to finishing school? Or maybe they want to make better people out of
us by planting microchips in our head. I don't want any part of whatever this
is.> 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. <Surely he mean 'doctor'.>
The door opened, and a very young woman... no, there was no way around
it, a <girl> 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 <now>. 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. <Are these people aliens?>
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. <Someday,
I'll have to tell him thank you. But just saying it doesn't really mean
anything. I'll have to think of something better.>
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 <Where is my master? And why am I being kept from him?>
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. <How does she do that?>
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.
<Back then? It was, what? Two years ago! Seems like a lifetime!>
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. <At least I'll
have entertainment while I wait.>
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 <sorry>, I mean her cunt... <no, NO>, 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 <know> 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 <die>? 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 <the
baby>. 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."
End Chapter 5
End Part 4
CAMP - Ron's Journey
by WhiteStar
(C) 1997
-- CJ
I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter.
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