Part 4: Ron Begins The Program _Chapter 1: A Change in Job Description_ Ron and Michelle walked back into the house, only to find a furious debate going on. Before they got involved, Ron asked Michelle to go do a favor for him, 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." " Wonderful, I get to spend my 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.