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Subject: STORY: CAMP - Ron's Journey, Part 2 [0/4]
From: whitestar@psynet.net (WhiteStar)
Date: 30 Jul 1997 06:14:18 GMT
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Hi folks!
Well, for all of you who just read Part 1, and are anxious to read Part 2,
count your blessings! You could have been one of those waiting nearly a month
for it. :)
Here it is, though. Part 2 of Ron's Journey. Here we see Ron going to CAMP,
as well as having some fun along the way. Ron learns lots of new stuff, and
we see a little more about what CAMP is really about.
This is the middle of the story, guys, so it does slow down A LITTLE. Don't
worry; it'll pick back up in Part 3, which will be the conclusion to CAMP -
Ron's Journey. Don't worry; if there's enough interest, I already have some
ideas for CAMP - Genesis of the Organization (otherwise known as CAMP,
book 2).
Hope you enjoy this part. Feel free to send me comments, criticisms,
suggestions, etc.
Thanks,
WhiteStar
Subject: STORY: CAMP - Ron's Journey, Part 2 [1/4] (mc,inc,teen,mf)
From: whitestar@psynet.net (WhiteStar)
Date: 30 Jul 1997 06:16:31 GMT
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If you don't like reading it in this format, or if parts are missing, go to:
http://www.psynet.net/whitestar
There you'll find it in various formats for online and offline reading.
Send all comments to: whitestar@psynet.net
Enjoy!
CAMP - Ron’s Journey
Part 2 : Ron Comes of Age
by WhiteStar
Chapter 1: Multiple Control
Ron was bored. This did not come as a surprise to him, he knew he was
going to be bored at this meeting. It was a week before the end of school,
and Mrs. Hayes had decided that a meeting was needed to discuss Jessica's
progress. Naturally, since he was her tutor, he was expected to be there. On
the other hand, nobody had said much of anything to him since he sat down. He
peeked over at Jess, and found her staring back at him. He leaned over and
whispered to her.
"Bored?"
"Yes. I don't know what all the fuss is about. I mean, you just
finally convinced me I needed to know this... stuff." She placed her hand on
his knee, and he grew instantly hard. There was a look of strong desire in
the girl's face, and Ron's heart mirrored the sentiment. She continued, "I
wish we could have some fun right now..." Her face glossed as she began a
daydream, and Ron started thinking.
'Well, maybe we *can* have some fun. I've never tried controlling two
people at once before, though. I wonder if it will work.' Ron stared at the
two women, chatting away, and concentrated a bit. He sent them both an image,
and he found it was ridiculously easy to do. 'I wonder how many people I can
affect at once?' The image he sent was a simple one, and it caused them to
stop talking immediately. Mary Simmons brought her hand to rest on Mrs.
Hayes', and placed her other hand between her legs. Mrs. Hayes was in a
similar position, both women looking hungrily at the other. At this point,
Jess noticed what was going on, and was about to say something, when Ron
stopped her.
"Jess, shh. You said you wanted to have some fun."
"Well, yeah, but, I mean, what's...." She couldn't even form a
question, so confused was her mind with what she saw. Mrs. Hayes was now
leaning over, massaging Mary's tits. Mary was leaning back in her chair,
moaning.
"Oh, yes, Nancy, that's soooo good." Nancy (Mrs. Hayes) then started
to unbutton Mary's blouse. Meanwhile, Ron had moved Jess onto his lap, and
was undressing her slowly while watching the women.
"What do you think, Jess?" He didn't really care, but he was curious
what her answer would be.
"I dunno, Ron. They shouldn't be doing that, should they?"
"Why not?"
"Well, they're both _girls_!"
'Ah, work to do....' Ron implanted some new suggestions into
Jessica's mind, and then he asked the question again. "What do you think,
Jess?"
"That's hot! I'd never thought of doing it with a girl before."
"Want to?" Ron couldn't resist.
"Yeah!!!"
"Well, let's wait until they're ready." Ron and Jess continued
watching, all the while Ron was softly rubbing Jessica's tits.
By this time, Mary's blouse was on the floor, as was Nancy's sweater.
Mary still had on a bra, but Nancy hadn't been wearing one. Her breasts were
still as lovely as the first time he had seen them, and he longed to massage
them, but he wanted to keep watching.
Mary got up, and laid Nancy across her desk. Mary pulled off Nancy's
skirt, and then undid her own pants. She reached over and started kneading
Nancy's tits, and Nancy started moaning deeply. At this point, Ron figured it
was time for Jess to join the fun.
"Okay, Jess. Go join in."
Jess finished undressing, and walked over to the other ladies. She
was unsure of what to do, so Ron sent her the same image he'd sent the two
women. Now he was in control of three females, all at once. The very idea of
controlling three people at once was exciting him almost as much as the scene
before him.
Jess had crawled up on the desk and straddled Nancy's face, rubbing
her pussy down into Mrs. Hayes' mouth. Nancy started licking furiously,
getting Jess' cunt all wet. Meanwhile, Mary had removed the rest of her
clothing, and Ron studied her intently for a moment.
Mary Simmons was 5'4" tall, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Her
tits were large, and sagged just slightly. Ron was interested to notice that
the hair around her pussy had been neatly trimmed into a diamond shape. 'I
wonder why she does that?' She had a beautiful ass, and long, shapely legs.
Her body was tanned all over, without tan lines, and Ron trembled just
thinking of her lying out in the hot sun, nude.
Mary started to finger-fuck Nancy, and rubbed her clit with her other
hand. Jess was really starting to writhe, and she reached down to play with
Nancy's tits. The scene was exhilarating for Ron, an absolute dream. Here he
was, three great-looking ladies giving him the sex show of a lifetime. There
was just one problem: it was making Ron unbelievably horny. He decided it was
time for him to join in, but he wasn't sure who he wanted. 'Wait. I haven't
had sex with Mrs. Simmons... I mean Mary, yet. And she is the most
accessible.' That decision made, Ron disrobed quickly and walked up behind
her. By now she was sucking on Nancy's clit, and not aware of anything else
around her. That would soon change.
Ron bent down to look at her pussy. In the past weeks, he had
acquired a real fascination with pussies. He loved everything about them.
Seeing them, touching them, kissing them, licking them, the whole thing turned
him on no end. The fact that the 'women' seemed to enjoy his attentions
didn't hurt matters, either. Ron was, in essence, a nice guy, and he had
always liked making people happy.
His examination over, he reached in and started licking Mary's slit up
and down, slowly, lightly, just enough for her to feel it. Her head shot up
in an instant, to see who was behind her. Upon seeing Ron looking back up at
her, she smiled, and went back to work.
So did Ron. He had gotten her very wet, and he figured she was ready
to come at any moment. He knew he wouldn't last long the first time, so he
wanted her to be close, at least. He stood up, and aligned himself with her
hole. Ron pressed in, slowly at first, to get used to the new sensation.
Mary groaned and pushed back at him, encouraging him with her body.
Ron grabbed her hips, and started pummeling in and out. Mary was
doing her best to keep up her assault on Nancy's pussy, but it was becoming
difficult. Jessica, seeing Mary's dilemma, took over eating out Nancy. Nancy
was sucking on Jess' clit, and teasing her asshole with her thumb.
Ron came quickly, but his hot jism splashing around in her pussy sent
Mary over the edge, and she came, thrashing around hard enough that she almost
sent Ron flying. He held on for the ride, enjoying every second of it, as her
pussy was undulating up and down his cock, squeezing everything he had out.
As Ron was coming down, he looked over to see Nancy thrashing
underneath Jess, who was in the midst of her own orgasm. Ron slipped out of
Mary, who was exhausted, and stepped over to Jess. He lifted her head up so
he could see her face and said, "Was that enough, or do you want more?"
"I don't think I could handle anymore right now!"
"I could." said Nancy.
"Well, Mrs. Hayes, we want everyone to leave happy. Jess, climb down.
I'll have to handle this myself." Jess got off of Nancy, and Ron helped
Nancy up off the desk. Ron wondered how he should oblige his teacher, and
then just decided to let her decide. "What shall it be, Mrs. Hayes?"
"Buttfuck me, Ron. Do it now." The request surprised Ron, but also
made him hard as iron. Nancy bent over her desk, and Ron had to stifle a
giggle. This was the exact position he had taken her in the first time. Ron
placed the head of his dick at her asshole, and pressed in.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, God that feels good." Nancy was pressing back into
Ron, trying to help the process along. Soon, Ron was fully into her, and then
he started a slow rhythm. 'You know, I can't possibly think of stuff that's
as much fun as these guys come up with by themselves.' As Nancy's rectum
loosened, Ron's pace quickened, and soon he and she were bucking around on her
desk like wild horses. Ron was sure she was ready to come, and, sure enough,
she let out a low scream and tensed her entire body. The pressure she exerted
on Ron's cock was exquisite, but it wasn't quite enough to make him come. He
pulled out of her, and she dropped to the desktop.
"Jess, come here." Jess walked over and stood beside him. He sat
down on Mrs. Hayes' chair and said, "Suck me."
"Ron, you were just in her...." She couldn't bring herself to say it.
Ron understood her feelings, but just then he didn't care. He decided
to try a little experiment, though. Without using any mental power, he
exclaimed, "Suck me, slave!" In his best "master" voice. Immediately, Jess
fell to her knees and started licking his cock. While he expected to see a
disgusted look on her face, what he saw was.... peace. 'Huh? I'll have to
look into that later.'
Meanwhile, her licks and kisses were driving him wild. Then she took
his cock into her mouth and began to suck him in. He felt the back of her
throat, but she didn't stop. She kept going until her lips met his balls.
'How in the hell can she *do* that?' The sensation was terrific. She began
stroking in and out, taking him the whole length every time. Ron knew it
wouldn't be long before he came this way. Just to give his hands something to
do, he reached down and played with Jess' breasts. He could see that both of
her hands were busy further down her body. Suddenly, he felt the welling up
in his balls that told him he was about to come. He took one hand and gently
but firmly held her head down on his shaft. Then he poured his seed down her
throat. As he was doing so, she began spasming beneath him in her own orgasm.
This sent additional vibrations through his cock that just made him squirt
more. Finally, they finished up, and they were spent.
Ron came down first, and looked up to see two ladies, confused, dazed,
and, after watching what they'd just seen, probably very horny.
'Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do about that right now. But I do have
work to do here.'
"Mary? Mrs. Hayes? We need to talk."
"Yes, I think we do, Ron." said Mrs. Hayes. "What happened here? And
why am I not really upset with you two?"
"Because I am in control here. I have been controlling you two for
quite a while now. You will not be able to discuss any of this in the
presence of anyone not already aware of my ability to do this. Do you
understand?" He received two nods. "Good. Now then, Mary, was there any
trouble with your husband about sending Jess to CAMP?"
"No, Ron. None at all. As a matter of fact, I think he's looking
forward to having the house for just the two of us, if you know what I mean."
Now, normally, a 13 year old 'wouldn't' know what she meant. But Ron,
being the individual he was, understood perfectly. "Yes, I do. Now then,
Mrs. Hayes, and your name is Nancy, correct?"
"Yes, Ron, but please don't call me that in class."
"I won't, but not 'cause you don't want me to, but because everyone
would wonder why. Anyhow, how is your relationship with your husband?"
"I haven't been married for five years. I kept his name for
convenience, that's all." She struggled to try to not tell him these things,
things he had no right to know, after all, but she just couldn't resist.
Ron, on the other hand, already knew this fact. He was just checking
to make sure that his "walk through her mind" as he called it, had yielded
accurate information. "Good. From now on, you will not date. You will only
have sex with me, and whoever I say. You will do whatever you have to to keep
me safe and out of danger. You will always tell me the truth, and you will
keep no secrets from me...." Ron went on with the litany he'd developed,
programming Nancy with just the basics, except for the part about dating,
which he had added just recently. Next, he turned to Mary, and, with a few
modifications to make sure her husband was looked after, gave her the same
instructions. Ron didn't really know Mr. Simmons, but he didn't figure the
guy was too bad, since both Mary and Jess genuinely had affection for him.
So, Ron wouldn't use Mary much, but he made sure she was always willing and
eager whenever Mr. Simmons was.
These things done, it was time to go home. Jess kissed Ron goodbye,
and then the other ladies followed suit. Ron was *really* starting to enjoy
life. He walked home whistling a tune.
Ron's rate of learning had slowed somewhat. He wasn't discovering
some new power every other day. Now, it seemed he was learning something new
once a week. Today, he was going to try to refine something he'd picked up on
at yesterday's meeting.
'Well, let's see. I managed to control three people yesterday, but
what if I wanted to control a whole bunch of people? How would I do that?'
Ron thought for a while, and decided to try an experiment. He was in English
class, and the teacher was going over boring information about prepositions.
Ron thought to himself, 'Now, what do I want to make everyone do?' He thought
of having them all undress, but that was too risky. 'Let's see... Oh! I
know!'
The air conditioning system in the school had been acting up for days.
It always seemed to be too cold. Ron decided to see if he could make
everyone feel like they were freezing. He focussed his attention, then kind
of "spread" the effect to all corners of the room.
"And all these are prepositions.... My word, it's getting colder in
here." The teacher was the first to say anything, though the girls around him
in skirts were shivering now.
'YES! Now, what else? Oh, yeah, what if someone new comes in? How
will they react?' Ron sent a command to the teacher.
"Donna, go get Mr. MacGruder. Tell him to come in here so he can feel
how cold it is. Quickly." Donna left the room, and Ron wondered if she was
warming up. He could have checked her mind, but he didn't think he could hold
the freeze command if he did.
Donna returned shortly with Mr. MacGruder. As soon as he walked in,
he hugged himself. The temperature had dropped markedly from the hallway
temperature. "Jesus. It IS cold in here. Alright, Mrs. Monagle, you've
convinced me. I'll get the technician out as soon as possible."
Mrs. Monagle was shivering badly now. "Th-that's f-fine, Mr.
M-M-MacG-Gruder, but w-what do I d-do right n-now?"
Ron figured it was time to let the class warm up. He let go of the
command. Nothing happened. 'Uh-oh. Now what do I do? Let's look at this
for a sec.... Yep, still there. How come it didn't go away? How do I *make*
it go away?' Just then, Ron noticed that, in his mind, the command looked
like a thin film, stretched tightly over the real world. He imagined a big
pin, and took the pin and popped his command. Immediately, the room seemed
warmer.
"Well, Mrs. Monagle, it seems as though the air has shut off for now.
I'll go turn the system off, and call the repair people right away."
"Thank you Mr. MacGruder."
'Yes, Mr. MacGruder. Thank you. Thank you for not fixing it before I
could run this test.' All sorts of possibilities were popping into Ron's
little mind, and he knew he would indulge at least some of them.
The next night was Friday, and it was the night of the high school
dances. There was the senior prom, the junior prom, and, a new tradition this
year, the Sophomore Hop. While the proms were held at local banquet halls,
the Sophomores had taken over the school gym. Dawn had been instrumental in
getting the Sophomore's their own end-of-year dance, and she was going all out
to look good at the dance. She was going alone, as no one had convinced her
to go with them. Ron felt slightly ashamed of himself, but he was becoming
overly protective of his "family", and he couldn't bear to think of anyone
doing with Dawn what he had been doing. She didn't mind, but only because Ron
told her that she didn't mind. Otherwise, she would have been bawling her
eyes out to be going alone.
Dawn came downstairs after dinner wearing her dress, and Ron stared in
wonder. It was a white gown that came down below her knees with a neckline
that plunged just short of actually showing cleavage. She had done up her
hair, applied just a hint of makeup, and perfumed herself with just a hint of
scent. She was wearing medium-high heels, and a small gold chain necklace.
At the very sight of her, Ron fell in love. Somehow, she looked more
alluring, more sexy, more *beautiful* to him right now, than she had even with
nothing on. Dawn noticed his attention, and smiled.
"Do you like it, Ron?" His opinion was now very important to her.
"Oh, yeah! You look great, Dawn!"
Dawn blushed. "Thanks, little brother, I-" Just then the phone rang,
and Dawn answered it.
"Hello? Oh, hi, Mr. Peterson.... Oh, no! what're we gonna.... wait
a second. Mr. Peterson? Can you hang on for a minute? Yes, sir. I'll be
right back." Dawn set the phone down, and walked over to Ron, pleading in her
eyes. "Ron? Could you 'please' do me a really big favor?"
"What is it, Dawn?"
"You know Jack, the guy who was supposed to run sound for us tonight?
He's come down with appendicitis. He's in the hospital. Now we don't have
anyone who can run the sound for us. I know you can do it, you used to do it
for that little theater group of Mom's.... would you do it, Ron? For me?
Please?" She was begging, and Ron knew she was utterly sincere. Ron didn't
want to spoil her evening. There were tears in her eyes. Ron reached over
and gently wiped them dry.
"Of course I'll do it, Dawn. I don't want your night to be ruined."
He reached over and gave her a soft kiss. She hugged him fiercely, but then
stood up and went back to the phone.
"Mr. Peterson? Sir, I've got us a replacement.... Do you remember my
younger brother, Ron?... Yes, sir. He's had experience with that sort of
equipment before... I know normally you wouldn't want an eighth grader
around... No sir, I don't think we have much of a choice. Okay. We'll be
there a little early so he can look it over. Thank you, Mr. Peterson.
Goodbye." She turned to Ron. "Mr. Peterson says 'Thank you'. We should get
going so you can look at their sound stuff."
"Okay. Should I change, or something?" Ron didn't know what to wear
as sound man to a dance.
"Nah, no need. Nobody'll see you there anyway. Thanks, Ron. I
really appreciate this."
"No problem, Sis. I'll go let Mom know she'll be taking me, too."
The sound equipment turned out to be no problem. It was almost
identical to what he was already used to. Ron spent the time before the dance
wandering the halls of the high school. 'In another year, this'll be my
school, and Dawn will be a senior. I hope she won't be too hurt to go to the
Senior Prom by herself. I'll have to find a way to make it up to her.' Ron's
wanderings took him past the restrooms. Seeing no one around, he wandered
into the girls' restroom. 'I've never been in here before. Funny, it doesn't
look much different from the boys'. No urinals, but girls don't use those.'
Ron's mind was working overtime as he left the restroom. He felt that
this might be a good place to put his newly discovered talents to good use.
Ron had manipulated every class today, learning the limits of his "broadcast"
ability. He'd learned what commands would and wouldn't work in broadcast
mode. Or, more accurately, what 'types' of commands. He felt he was ready to
try something more risky. Ron still worried about being caught: he knew he
could make people forget things he did, but still, he couldn't overcome 13
years of training that some things you just don't do.
Ron returned to the gym and set up the sound system. Really, he was
only needed for the first part of the gathering, while people were speaking
and some presentations were made. Once the dance started, the sound level
would be set and left. The volume would be dictated by the song. Ron sat
through all the boring garbage, making sure mikes were on and sound levels
were proper. Since he was used to this, everything went flawlessly. Which
was a good thing, since the last thing he wanted was to be embarrassed in
front of a bunch of 15 year olds. One nice thing about his power was that he
couldn't be surprised by changes in the agenda. He knew what they were before
the emcee had a chance to announce them. Ron was on top of it all; the emcee
thought he was a genius.
Once the dance began, Ron wandered around the edge of the room.
Looking at the crowd, Ron saw lots of pretty girls. Girls he wouldn't mind
getting to know better. Of course, some of these pretty girls were dancing
with really big guys, but Ron didn't concern himself with that. They were not
a problem for him. Besides, it was mostly a daydream: something he'd never
bother fulfilling. It was just something to pass the time. He had been
briefly interrupted when his sister had brought Mr. Peterson, the teachers and
the planning committee over to thank him, but mostly he was ignored. As he
had expected, and fervently hoped. Ron slipped out into the hallway, and
headed toward the restroom. Passing by, he heard girls in there, talking.
Ron stepped inside the boys' room, and concentrated. He formed a mental image
of the girls' restroom, then formed his command on top of that. Tonight's
command was similar to one he'd used on his mother, but with a twist. No one
in the room would be able to see, hear, or *feel* him. He stabilized the
command, and stepped back into the hallway. With a few quick looks to make
sure no one could see him, he hurried into the girls' room.
Inside, two girls were talking and freshening their makeup. They were
both dressed nicely, and they had pretty good bodies, too. Ron lifted both
their skirts, and placed his hand on each one's pussy. This thrilled Ron.
Here he was, touching the pussy of girls that he not only had just met, but
didn't even know! Eventually, those two girls left, and Ron stood around and
waited. By and by, a girl came in, and Ron knew he'd found his target. She
was an asian girl, with typically asian features. With one glaring exception:
she had vivid, deep *blue* eyes. Ron almost got lost in those eyes, until she
bumped against him to look in the mirror. As she did so, her breasts rubbed
against his arm. He looked down to see an absolutely perfect set of tits.
Just slightly more than a handful, perfectly shaped, and mouth-watering. Ron
knew he had to have this girl.
Ron made a few modifications to his broadcast command, so that no one
could now see or here either of them. Ron removed her from the command's
grip, but before she could do anything, he re-established control over her.
He had her stand motionless while he removed her dress carefully. He didn't
want it to get ripped or anything, that would be too noticeable. He pulled
her into a stall, and hung the dress on the hook on the door. She had not
been wearing a bra, and so was now only clad in panties. Ron delved into her
cleavage with his tongue, lapping up the scent he found there. He twirled
each nipple with his tongue, and she mewled in pleasure. Ron looked up and
asked, "What's your name?" It just seemed absurd to him that he fuck a girl
whose name he didn't know.
"Kumiko. My friends call me Miko."
"Very good, Miko." Ron resumed his sucking until he felt he'd had
enough. He sat on the toilet and looked at her momentarily, absorbing every
inch of her body into his mind. Then he reached out and pulled her panties
down. He took these and placed them in his pocket. Then he pulled her to
him. He breathed in her woman scent, and then tasted her juice. 'Strange,
she's already wet. Usually when I do it this way, I have to work harder. Not
that I mind....' Ron decided to abbreviate his performance, and get right to
it.
"Miko, remove my clothes." Ron stood to make her job easier. She
slowly removed each article of clothing, folding it neatly and setting it in a
pile on the floor. Ron returned to his seat, and motioned Miko to sit in his
lap. As she did so, he positioned his cock so that it would penetrate as she
sat down. Now, she was sitting in his lap, his cock buried deep inside her.
The look on her face was one of joy. Ron realized this was going to be a
nice, slow session, but he had one concern.
"Miko, did you come with someone?"
"Yes. His name is Rick. I don't like him, though. He is not
gentle."
'Why is she volunteering information? Normally this is like pulling
teeth without a lot of prep work. Oh, well. I'll just go with it, I guess.'
He should have seen the similarity, but his mind was in a bit of a haze at the
time.
Ron found Rick mentally, and gave him a couple commands so that he
wouldn't notice how long Miko was gone, would not act surprised when people
asked about her absence, and would not attempt anything with her after the
dance. If she felt he wasn't gentle, he didn't want the bastard to have any
part of her.
Then he returned to Miko. She had been grinding little circles in his
lap while he was busy, and it was driving him crazy. He had her start raising
her self up and lowering herself on his cock at an almost maddeningly slow
pace. Her pussy was velvety, and hot. Ron was embracing the sensation. He
tried to feel something new with each encounter. It was getting difficult to
do that, but it gave him a goal to shoot for.
Gradually, Miko built up speed until finally, she came with a deep
soft moan, and went limp. This was different from most of his experiences,
but he sat with her in his arms, completely slack. This was a little
irritating, because he really needed to come. He thought about taking direct
control of her body, but just then fortune smiled on him. His sister entered
the bathroom. He quickly lifted Miko off of himself, and rested her on the
toilet. Ron stepped out of the stall and up to his sister. He removed her
from the command, and lifted her dress up. She wasn't wearing any panties.
Ron liked her that way.
"Ron! What are you doing?!" She was startled, but not panicked. She
knew he wouldn't hurt her. She was already wet, just thinking about him doing
things to her.
"Dawn, I really need relief. My last partner quit on me." With that,
he pressed himself into her, having noted her already aroused state. Lacking
any finesse whatsoever at this point, he pounded away at his sister until he
came. She didn't do so, but that wasn't the point, and they both knew it.
Ron was nice enough to help her clean up, however.
"Thank you, Dawn. You've been a big help." She gave him a kiss and a
hug to let him know she hadn't minded, finished her business in the restroom,
and left.
Meanwhile, Ron was cleaning up Miko, who was finally starting to snap
to. Ron had dressed, and had wiped her body clean of fluids. He didn't
really understand why he bothered: He knew he didn't have to, he could have
made *her* do it, but he just enjoyed it so much, the touching, the caresses.
Even while she was unconscious, he had enjoyed touching her skin. Ron
realized he must just be addicted to women and all their many parts. 'Well,
there are _worse_ addictions....'
The rest of the dance was pretty dull. However, Ron made it up to
Dawn after they got home. She went to bed happy and sated. Ron went to his
mother's room, where he slept now, to find her awake.
"Did you enjoy the dance?" his mother asked.
"It was okay. It had its moments." Did it ever!
"How was Dawn?"
"Oh, I think she's fine. She seemed to be okay most of the night."
"That's good. It's nice that you and your sisters are getting along
so much better now. It makes for a happier house to come home to. With a
boss like mine, that makes work more bearable."
"She getting on you again? Heck, you do most of her work now as it
is."
"Well, she just doesn't see it that way. I feel so tense and
stressed."
Ron reached up to rub his mother's shoulders, as she was facing away
from him. "I know a cure for that..." His mother smiled as he reached around
and caressed her breasts.
"You still have some left for me, even after Dawn?"
'If you only knew...' "I'm always ready to make you happy, Mom."
And with that, another slow session of love-making began...
The weeks went by and the time approached for Ron to head to CAMP.
Only one troubling event occurred during this time.
"Ron?"
"Yeah Mom?" He'd been reading a book on biology.
"I think we have a problem. Your sister is feeling sick in the
mornings."
'Uh-oh.' Even Ron knew what 'morning sickness' meant. 'Pregnant'.
"What do we do, Mom?"
"Well, I've called Dr. Brown. She's my gynecologist. She can see us
today. We need to go now. I suppose you should come too."
"Yes, I think that would be a good idea." Ron thought the doc might
need some programming of her own if she found out who's child it was. 'How
could it have happened? We've always used protection... Oh, shit! Not
always. Not the night of the dance. Neither of us even thought of it.'
They arrived at the doctor's office, and the doctor came in. Upon
seeing Ron, she looked at Sandra and said, "He should wait outside."
"No, doctor. Ron needs to be here. He is helping to keep the family
functional. He needs to know what is said here."
"But, Mrs. Chaffey, I'll need to examine your daughter..."
"She hasn't got anything he hasn't seen already."
The doctor found this hard to believe, but was willing to cooperate
for now. "Okay... Dawn, please remove your clothes."
'Funny. That's how this whole thing started. With Dawn taking off
her clothes.'
The doctor did her exam, and took a blood test. They had a lab on
site, and she had the results of everything back very quickly.
"Well, young lady, it would indeed appear that you are pregnant. Now,
you have to decide if you want to keep it or not."
"She's going to keep it." This was Ron. His answer and his tone
evoked a strong reaction in the doctor.
"Listen here, you little pig. That is her decision to make, not
yours. It was probably some bastard like yourself that got her into this
condition. You have no right to make that judgment for her. You just keep
you mouth shut from -" Ron reached up and slapped her. The doctor staggered
back as Ron stood up. Ron was now as pissed as he had ever been at his
father, and then some.
"Listen to me, you stupid bitch, don't ever say that I don't care
about my sister, or what happens to her. For your information, it happens to
be _my_ baby she's carrying!" The doctor paled at this, but Ron carried on.
"As for making the decision for her, she would have asked me what to do
anyway. I saved her the trouble. Now then..." at this point, Ron looked deep
into her eyes, and her face took on a familiar blank expression. Ron knew he
had to calm himself now: A mistake here could be costly. "You will never
reveal any of what you have learned about our family. You will not disclose
the nature of her pregnancy. You will treat her with respect, and me also.
From now on, you may only refer to me as 'sir' unless I otherwise tell you."
Ron carried on for a bit, entering commands almost as one would type into a
computer. When he was finished, he sat down.
"Well, young lady? Your brother has spoken. Do you agree with him?"
"We'll keep the baby." Dawn looked over at him, a question in her
eyes. The love she saw returned in his was reassuring. She reached out to
him, and he took her hand. They sat that way through the rest of the doctor's
visit.
On the ride home, his mother questioned him. "It's your decision,
Ron, but why do you want the baby?"
"It's okay, Mom, he's right, we should-" Ron silenced his sister with
a touch.
"Mom, I don't believe in abortions. I think they're a waste of human
life. It was an accident, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. You
and I haven't been using protection, ya know."
"I know, Ron. Eventually, you will get me pregnant, too. Do you want
that?"
"I don't know. But, if it happens, I don't want you to have an
abortion."
"Okay, Ron. Dawn, honey, are you sure you're okay?" Dawn had been
awfully quiet during this exchange.
Dawn tried to decide whether she was okay or not. She snuggled closer
to Ron, and he took her hand again. He still had that same look in his eyes,
and then she knew. "Yeah Mom, I'm okay. Ron will take care of things."
Finally, the day had arrived. June 14th, the day Ron was to leave for
CAMP. Mr. McGavin was already there, and now they were waiting on Jessica.
Sandra brought in a tray of hors d'ouevres and set them on a table. This
reminded Mike of something.
"Say, Ron, how'd your project go?"
Without a word, Ron reached out and rested his hand on his mother's
ass cheek. She smiled and turned to him, then sat next to him on the couch.
She kissed him, softly, then sensuously, and finally with much passion. They
broke the kiss, and she whispered to Ron, "I'm going to miss you."
Ron removed his hand from where it rested on her breast and said, "I'm
going to miss you too, Mom. But it'll only be eight weeks." Ron looked over
at Mike, and asked, "Well? What do you think?"
"I think that I'll label that a successful completion. I don't even
think I want to know-" Just then the doorbell rang. Sandra went to get it,
and returned with Jessica and her father. Jessica walked over to Ron and gave
him a hug and a quick kiss, since her father was in the room.
"Hi, Jess." Ron stood up to greet her father. "Hello, Mr. Simmons."
"Hello, Ron. Can you and I speak briefly? In private?"
"I guess. How long do we have, Mike?"
"Take as long as you need. The plane ain't leaving without us. Come
on, Jessica, let's go get your suitcase into my car." While the two of them
went outside, Sandra retreated to the kitchen.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Simmons?"
"Ron, I need to know what happened at that meeting a few weeks ago."
"Which meeting, sir?"
"The one with you and Jessica's teacher and my wife."
'What does he know, and how will he react?'
"I'm not sure I understand, sir."
Up until this point, Mr. Simmons' face had held a dour expression.
Now it broke into a wide grin. "Oh, yes you do. I can see it in your face.
You're not a real good liar, son. Look, I gather something really weird went
on at that meeting, because my wife has...changed. She's more...attentive to
my...needs, do you understand?"
Of course he understood. After all, he'd implanted the darn command.
However, he wanted to see exactly what Mr. Simmons thought had happened.
"Well, I think so, sir, but why do you think something happened at the
meeting?"
"Because it all started then. I can't tell you about it without
getting somewhat vulgar, son, but somehow I think you've heard it all. That
night was the first time we'd made love in six months, and that night we did
it *twice*! Since then, she has not refused my advances even once. That is
very unusual for her. Normally, she has 'a headache' when I'm interested
in... well, you know. I *know* you know. Now, you know *I* know. What I
want to know is, how'd you do it?"
Ron could tell the guy was pleased as punch. He decided to let him
have, just a little of the truth. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Okay, I'll buy that. Tell me this: How long will it last?"
"Forever, or until I change it."
"God, no! Don't change it! How can I keep you from changing it?"
Ron saw a golden opportunity here. "Well, what's it worth to you?"
"Anything! Everything! Whatever you want, I'll get."
"What I want is your daughter."
"What? I don't understand."
"Look, Jess has been.... influenced in some of the same ways that your
wife has. Jess has said that she wants to be my slave."
"What do you mean, slave? You mean a 'do anything you tell her to'
slave, or what?
"That's right. She has agreed to let me run her life. However, the
problem is that most of the time, we are not together. This is a problem, and
it makes her unhappy. I don't want to have an unhappy slave, it makes my life
harder. That is, by the way, why she is going to CAMP with me. It wouldn't
be good for her to be away from me for eight weeks."
"Well, how can we solve that problem?"
"The easiest way is for her to move in here. We could work out the
lawyer-type stuff in a way that makes everyone happy, but she needs to live
with me."
"Well, gee, that would leave the house empty for just Mary and me...
Ron, I think we can come to some sort of arrangement."
"Thank you, Mr. Simmons. I thought you'd see it my way."
"Ron, I think you can call me Bill. You and I are gonna be good
friends."
"Thanks, Bill. Well, I've got to go. CAMP is calling."
'Well, there's one problem solved. Now, let's go learn something!'
End Chapter 1
Subject: STORY: CAMP - Ron's Journey, Part 2 [2/4] (mc,teen,mf,ff)
From: whitestar@psynet.net (WhiteStar)
Date: 30 Jul 1997 06:18:55 GMT
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CAMP - Ron’s Journey
Part 2 : Ron Comes of Age
by WhiteStar
Chapter 2: Summer CAMP
After a short plane ride, and a ride in a limousine, which both Ron
and Jess found fascinating, they arrived at CAMP. They entered through a
large gate in a 30 foot high cinder-block wall. The wall was more of a big
room, surrounding the complex. It was 20 feet thick, and had guards walking
on top of it. Ron looked questioningly at Mike.
"Don't worry, they're up there to keep people _out_, not to keep you
in. We've had lots of curious people, usually teenagers, try to break in. We
just got tired of having to deal with them. Now all the signs and warnings
around the complex make us look like a government research facility."
Ron looked around at the compound as they stepped out of the limo.
There were several buildings, scattered all over an area bigger than Ron could
estimate. They got into an electric cart, and Mike began the tour.
"The compound sits on 40 acres of land. That's a quarter mile,
square, in case you're wondering. The main buildings are the dorms, the
cafeteria, the gymnasium, which is where a lot of the physical aspects of your
training will take place, and of course the classrooms. The building you see
here is the main office. You won't have cause to go in there, it's mainly for
CAMP personnel. You'll get a schedule later, but basically, it goes like
this: get up, eat breakfast, classes until lunch, eat lunch, then you have a
few hours off. Another class period until dinner, and a short class period
after dinner. You will have a few out of class assignments, and of course you
will need to practice. Of course, the term 'class' is misleading, since it
implies a large number of students. The likelihood is that there will never
be more than three people in a class, and that only at the beginning. Since
this school is learn-at-your-own-pace, you will lose classmates as you either
excel or fall behind. Of course, I don't expect that you will be falling
behind. Any questions so far?"
"When do I meet my instructors?"
"You don't have instructors, just an *instructor*. You will meet him
shortly. Tomorrow, you will begin your classes. The only thing scheduled for
today is an orientation with your instructor, and the choosing of your test
subject."
"My what?"
"Test subject. You obviously need to have someone to try stuff out
on. Before you say it, yes you could use Jess, but normally we would have you
pick out two subjects. It allows for conflicting commands to be tried, which
would not be possible in a single subject. You may, of course, choose two
subjects today, or you can use Jess as one of your subjects, and only choose
one. That is up to you."
"I see. What is there to do for fun around here?"
"Oh, yes. That's the one building I didn't talk about. It's over
there on the right. The Activity Center is open 24 hours a day. All sorts of
activities go on in there. We have an arcade, a pool hall, a theater, all
sorts of things. You'll just have to explore it in your free time."
"Where are we?"
"I'm afraid I'm not supposed to tell you that. I can tell you that we
are somewhere in the state of New Mexico, but other than that, it's, um...
classified."
"May I ask why?"
"Just a precaution. We want to keep a low profile, and it helps us if
nobody knows where we are."
Ron found this odd, but didn't really care. He was only asking out of
curiosity. He knew that they weren't going to hurt him. If they'd wanted to
do that, they wouldn't have done things in this manner. Mike continued with
his tour, until they arrived in front of the gymnasium.
"Classes start tomorrow for several students, so we've gathered
everyone here in the gym. Come, let's go inside."
They all walked into the gym, and Ron stood, transfixed, at the sight
he saw. There were a couple hundred people, and they were 'everywhere'. Most
were walking around, but the few that drew his attention were sitting down.
'On the ceiling.'
"How.... wh....." Ron couldn't even get out his question.
"Oh, geez. I'm sorry Ron, we just didn't think. Normally, we don't
display parts of The Ability to someone until we try to teach it to them.
Unfortunately, you didn't follow the normal course. Usually, telekinesis is
the first skill learned. Most people learn to manipulate objects first. You,
on the other hand, seem to focus exclusively on people, which is a much harder
skill. You see, sitting on the ceiling is easy for a telekinetic, it's just
not very useful. Those three are just showing off."
Ron absorbed this information as his brain tried to assimilate the
idea of walking up a wall and across the ceiling. He intimated this to Mike,
who corrected Ron on the procedure.
"No, no. That's not how they got there. Here, let me demonstrate.
Joseph! Joe, come on down here, please!" One of the men on the ceiling
pushed himself off and literally swooped down to a soft landing on the ground.
"What can I do for you, sir?"
"Joe, this is Ron. He'll be starting classes tomorrow. Ron hasn't
learned telekinesis yet, and I just wanted him to see one of its... less
useful aspects."
"How do you *do* that?" asked Ron.
Joe laughed. "Oh, you'll learn. It's a lot easier than it looks, but
it's not really very useful in the real world. I mean, what would people
think if they could see you flying overhead?"
"Why not just make yourself invisible? I mean, it's got to be faster
than driving, right?" Ron thought this was obvious, but he found the other
two people staring at him. "What?"
"Ron, nobody here can make themselves _invisible_. It's just not..."
Mike stopped, because he realized that Ron had vanished right in front of him.
A disembodied voice said, "You mean you can't do this?"
"How in the hell did you DO that?" Joe exclaimed. Ron reappeared,
and smiled. "Just a little something I picked up along the way." With that,
Ron thought he felt a push at his mind. He looked around to see someone
staring intently at Jessica.
"Excuse me? Can I help you?" Ron inquired. Just then Jessica
started walking toward the stranger. Ron sent her a command, and she stopped,
but it was like a tug-of-war with her mind.
Then the other man fell to the ground. Standing behind him was a man
dressed all in black. He was about 5'8", muscular, with broad shoulders and a
narrow waist. He wore a black jumpsuit and combat buits. He had on a black
beret with an unfamiliar insignia on it. He had just kicked the other man in
the back, and now he was looking very angrily at him. The other man turned
over and looked up, his face now white as a sheet.
"James! Hey, I'm sorry. It'll never..."
"Shut the hell up. You've been warned three times, Tom. I've wasted
enough of my time keeping you in line. This time, it goes before the
committee." James signalled, and two guards, dressed in grey, appeared.
"Take him to a holding cell." They escorted him out, and James came over to
greet Ron.
"Sorry about that. Some people just can't follow the rules." James
held out his hand, and then he realized that Ron was staring at him as though
he were Darth Vader. "My name is James. I am in charge of discipline here at
CAMP. May I ask who you are?"
It took Ron forever just to get out a response, so in awe of this man
was he. He was physically imposing, yes, but it was his obvious mental power
that had stunned Ron. "Um... Ron, sir."
"You can drop the 'sir'. Around here, we're pretty informal. Can I
see your sheet?" Mike handed over Ron's paperwork, and James looked up in
surprise. "_This_ is Ron Chaffey?"
"This is him."
"But... they've got David down as his instructor. David isn't
qualified for a 12."
"I don't question the orders, Jim. I just go where they tell me."
Ron was looking on in confusion, so James decided to explain.
"See, Ron, you have already achieved quite a bit of what we would
normally teach here. Most people who come to us are around a 5 or a 6. The
number is simply a scale, that starts at one and goes up indefinitely. You
have achieved a level known as psion-12. This is very high, and actually
higher than the man they chose to instruct you. This is not allowable by the
rules of CAMP. We'll have to find you a new instructor."
Mike interrupted at this point. "But Jim, we don't have any
instructors who are sufficiently above this guy's level."
"You're right. The best we've got is a 14, and that's not good
enough. I think maybe Peter and I should take over this case."
"You? You haven't done case work in a couple years."
"I still know how. Besides, if this kid is this good now, how good
will he be in eight weeks? Do you think any of the Talents could teach him
what he's gonna want to know?"
"No, probably not. Well, it's your decision. I guess I'll take my
leave now. Ron, good luck. James here will teach you everything there is to
know. I've got to get back to my normal job. Good luck, and have fun." Ron
shook his hand, and Mike headed off. Ron turned back to James, and was about
to barrage him with questions, when he started on his own little spiel.
"Okay, let me explain some things to you. You've heard some terms
already that I'm sure you don't understand. Let's go over them one at a time.
The psion level is easy: Your average person on the street is a psion-1.
This indicates no active psionic ability, and very little passive ability.
The levels increase with what you're capable of doing up to a psion-18.
Psion-18 means that you can achieve most things from anywhere in the world,
affecting anything else, anywhere in the world. In other words, standing
here, a psion-18 could roll a rock up a hill in Sri Lanka. Anyway, beyond
Psion-18, levels are achieved through friendly competition. Before you ask, I
have achieved psion-46. No Talent has ever achieved anything above psion-16.
You may be the first, your power is strong enough, I think."
"James, what's with everyone calling me a talent?"
"Oh, yeah. There are three groups here at CAMP. We call them
Talents, Gifts, and Skills. Talents is the largest group, composed of people
who just naturally have The Ability. Gifts is a small group, we have about 50
members who are Gifts. These people were given The Ability by some event in
their life. The most common seems to be being struck by lightning, but we
can't learn anything from that, since it obviously doesn't always happen.
Anyway, the last group, the Skills, is the smallest. As a matter of fact,
there are only three, of which I am one. We are referred to as Skills because
we actually *learned* how to control the Ability. This group is the
strongest, because, we think, they have a more systematic approach to The
Ability. You are a Talent, but a very strong one."
"How long did it take you to learn?"
"Twenty years. I started learning about it when I started learning
martial arts. I was in a ninjitsu school, and some of what we learned was how
to achieve intimidation of the enemy. This is a basic mind-control technique,
and it can be learned by almost anybody. We don't know yet if there is some
latent ability that allows certain people to learn how to control The Ability
or what, but it is not a common occurrence. Oh, just a second. Pete!
C'mere!" Pete trotted over. He wasn't nearly as impressive as James, dressed
in light brown pants and a T-shirt.
"Yeah, boss, what can I do for ya?"
"Pete, this is Ron Chaffey. We're going to be instructing him
together." Pete looked Ron over, and, for the first time, somebody
acknowledged Jessica's presence.
"Who's she?"
"Oh, sorry. This is Jessica. She's my..... slave." He still had
trouble with the concept, but he was growing more used to it. Pete and James
looked at each other, as if communicating, and, Ron realized, they probably
were.
"We hadn't known you'd acquired a follower yet, Ron. Very impressive.
Well, why don't you come with me? Some of the rest of the tour might be kind
of dull for her. Pete, why don't you show the lady to their quarters?"
Jess gripped Ron's arm tighter, but Ron gently released her grip.
"Jess, go with Pete. I'll be with you later. Why don't you unpack our stuff
and get everything organized?"
"Yes, sir." Jess followed Pete out the door, and Ron and James
continued their conversation.
"You were saying something, Ron, before that dimwit interrupted you,
about flying being faster than driving. You're right, but, as I'm sure they
told you, it would be too obvious for people to see you gliding overhead."
James had not been there when Ron had made himself invisible.
"Well, yeah, they said that. But then I asked them why they didn't
just make themselves invisible, and they all looked at me funny." Pretty much
as James was doing now.
"You mean, you can *do* that?"
"Sure. It's not even that hard. At least, not for me. You mean you
can't do it?"
"Never tried, really. It had never occurred to me. You'll have to
explain to me how you do it. But, we can get to that later." Just then, a
group of men in white suits entered the gym. All the instructors stopped
talking until the men signalled for them to continue.
"Who're they?" Ron asked.
"That's the committee. They are CAMP's board of directors. They make
all the important decisions around here."
"How come they all wear white?"
"It's kind of a color code for the staff. You'll notice that
instructors wear whatever they want. The committee wears all white, the
guards wear grey."
"And you wear black. What are you? I mean, in the company?"
"I am the committee's only Member-At-Large. You see, none of the
committee members ever leaves this compound. It is a decision they made when
they agreed to become a member of the committee. However, the committee
realized that there would be times when it would need to directly influence
things outside the complex. That's where I come in. It is my job to handle
any issues that the committee thinks need to be taken care of. I am their
trouble-shooter, if you understand that term."
"Okay, but if you're a committee member, how come you don't wear
white?"
"Ever seen anybody look intimidating wearing white?" James chuckled.
"It's all part of an image. I did it so that I'd be easily recognizable here
on campus, and so that normal people would more easily avoid bothering me.
Mainly I did it because I hate wearing white."
Ron laughed at that. They continued on with their talk and tour,
until they reached another, smaller, building.
"Ron, in here is the holding facility for our test subjects. It is
basically a first-come, first-served situation, but, since you're _my_
student, I'm gonna let you have first crack at them. Have you decided whether
or not you are going to use Jessica as a test subject?"
"I think she'd feel left out if I didn't. So, I guess I'll just need
one from here, right?"
"That's right. Now, when we go in there, take your time. Make your
decision based mainly on appearance, unless you enjoy changing attitudes of
specific types of people. The final parts of your training will involve
turning these subjects into exactly what you want them to be, so don't worry
what they're like now. Of course, some of the girls in here are real bitches,
and, if you like that sort of thing, you can have a lot of fun messing with
their minds and bodies. But that's all up to you. Let's go in, shall we?"
James opened the door, and, there before them, was a large room full
of women. All were fully clothed, but, also, all of them were beautiful. Ron
didn't know how he was going to choose.
He spent about a half hour, wandering through the room. Finally, he
stopped in front of one girl who was slumped against the wall.
"What's your name?"
"Fuck you."
"That's a strange name. Was your mother unhappy to have you?" Ron
was chuckling, and he could see James smiling out of the corner of his eye.
The girl, on the other hand, placed a look of contempt and pure hatred on her
face, and kept quiet.
"I asked you what your name was." This time, Ron added just a hint of
warning in his voice. Enough that he knew she caught it, and he could see it
in her eyes: the beginnings of fear.
"Megan Watley." The hate dripped from her voice. That made up his
mind for him. Megan was about 5'3" tall, a redhead with light green eyes.
Her mouth would have been pretty if it hadn't been drawn into a scowl. She
had ample breasts, a firm ass, and long legs. She was dressed in jeans and a
T-shirt, and she reminded him of some of his older sister's friends.
"I'll take her" Ron said to James. James got out a clipboard and
found her paperwork.
"Good choice. Let's see: her name, as she said, is Megan. She is 18
years old. A runaway, we found her on the streets. Her parents have already
presumed her dead. She is free and clear, and at this point has no real
identity. We have reworked her identification papers, and we can rewrite them
however you would like when the time comes. You will see when you get to your
room that, in addition to the master suite, there are two small bedrooms, one
for each of your subjects. We'll go there now, so we can drop her off. Do
you need restraints, or how do you want to handle her? She's still a little
rebellious.
'Heel.' He figured everyone understood the basic command given to a
dog to follow. She did, but was fussing and cursing all the way. 'Shut up.
You are not to speak until spoken to.' She immediately quieted down. James
took note of all of this.
Finally they arrived at his room. Upon entering, he noted that the
room had been nicely furnished, with plush carpeting, a king-size bed, a
comfy-looking couch, and several soft chairs. The couch held particular
interest, as it was the present location of Jessica, who was wearing very
little at the moment. She rose upon seeing the new people, and reached for
her robe, but Ron stopped her.
"Don't bother, Jess. Come here." James was monitoring the mental
energies in the room, and was surprised to find that Ron wasn't using any on
Jess. She had actually become a willing slave. This was very advanced work.
A debriefing was going to be necessary before they could decide what Ron
needed to learn.
"Jess, this is Megan. She is going to be staying here with us. Have
you chosen which of the smaller rooms you want?"
"Won't I be sleeping with you?" she asked, with a pouty expression.
"Sometimes, but not always. You should choose which room you want."
Jess picked one, and Ron directed Megan into the other. He followed her in,
and gave her some instructions so that, other than going to the bathroom and
immediately returning, she could not leave the small room.
When Ron returned, he asked James, "So, what'll I be learning
tomorrow?"
"Well, tomorrow will be a debriefing of what you've accomplished
before coming to CAMP. This gives us a basis to judge your level of
achievement when you leave. Then, in the afternoon, we'll begin classes on
mental self-defense."
"What's that?"
"The ability to protect yourself and others from mental attack."
James saw the look of surprise on Ron's face. "Don't worry, almost nobody
thinks of it on their own. It's actually my invention. It is a necessary
skill, though, so that you can protect yourself from the evil psionics out
there, and, yes, there are some. Now then, I'll leave you all alone to get
acquainted and settled in. You know where the cafeteria is, right? Good.
I'll pick you up here tomorrow at nine o'clock. See you then."
Over the next weeks, Ron learned many useful things. He learned about
mental defense, and forms of mental control over his own body, to affect
healing, and repair. Ron always had either Jess or Megan with him during his
classes. On the day he learned about telepathy, Megan happened to be the one
who was with him. Ron hadn't touched Megan yet, it was just more trouble than
it was worth. Jess was always eager to please, and so Ron had settled for her
attentions. Not that he wasn't interested in Megan, just that he felt he
could wait until she was a little more friendly.
Pete was instructing Ron today, saying that James had gone off on an
assignment, and probably wouldn't be back until the end of the week.
Pete set a small crystal on the table in front of Ron, and it seemed
to magically move over to him. "Okay, Ron. I want you to use your mind to
push the crystal back to me. I'm not going to be fighting you on this, it's
just you and the crystal." Ron had read the manual on this, but he hadn't
actually tried it yet. They had warned him not to try a completely new thing
for the first time alone. At least, not while at CAMP, anyway. Ron
concentrated on the crystal, and it began to vibrate. He concentrated harder,
and all of a sudden, the crystal took off across the room and embedded itself
into the wall.
"Geez, Ron! You're using enough psi-power to move a small office
building! You need to ease up, your pushing too hard. Remember, imagine that
you have a third hand that can reach anywhere, then just grab the crystal with
it and move it. Now then, try again." Pete yanked the crystal out of the
wall with his mind and floated it over to the table again.
By the end of the session, Ron was moving around the crystal, the
table, and the chair Ron was sitting on, all at once. He still hadn't figured
how to move himself, but that would come in time, Pete said.
"Now, then, Ron, we're going to have a little fun. According to your
file, you are very interested in sex. Not uncommon for a 13 year-old psionic.
It does, however, give me an interesting opportunity to teach you some of the
subtleties of telekinesis that other interests just don't allow for. I'm
going to leave in a minute, but you have an assignment. Before you leave this
room, I want you to make Megan there have an orgasm. But, the catch is, you
can't touch her with any part of your body. You've got to do it with
telekinesis. And no cheating: I'll be monitoring your thoughts, so don't go
sending any mental control messages. This is a telekinesis lesson, you may
only use telekinesis. You may use physical control to restrict her movement,
but that's all. Good luck." Pete walked out and left the two of them alone.
'Well, might as well get to it. This is going to be fun, if I can
manage it.' "Are you ready?"
"You won't be able to do it, you little shit. There's no way I'm
going to come for you."
"We'll see." Ron slumped in his chair, relaxing as he'd been taught,
and stared at his subject. He started sending her commands.
First, she raised her arms. 'Why can't I stop this little fuck?
Well, there's no way he's gonna make me come.' Slowly, her T-shirt rose up
off her body, off her arms, and fell to the floor. She was wearing a bra, but
this, too, was unhooked and pulled off her arms. 'How can he do that? He
hasn't moved an inch!' Ron wasn't moving at all, but he was thoroughly
enjoying the show. With her arms raised, her tits were pulled up, and stood
out even prouder than usual. It was a thrilling sight, but Ron remembered his
assignment, and so he moved on.
He mentally undid her pants, and pulled them down until they fell to
the floor. He wondered if he should have her step out of them, then got an
idea. Slowly, her feet rose clear of the floor, until she was floating about
two feet above ground level. Next, her shoes and socks flew off her feet.
All that was left were her panties, and they went rather quickly, but Ron
didn't pull them 'off', he pulled them *apart*. They ripped to shreds, and
Megan's eyes widened as she felt them torn from her body.
One of the things Pete had told Ron was "The extension you imagine
doesn't 'have' to be a hand. A hand is useful for moving things, but the
extension can be shaped like anything." Ron imagined his extension was a
feather, long and wavy. This he brushed against her body. The touch was
light, ever so light. He moved it along her breasts, and she shuddered,
pushing her tits out to try to obtain more contact. Of course, Ron wasn't
going to allow that. He pulled back with her every move, being mentally aware
of what she was going to do before she did it. His touch moved down her body,
and she clamped her legs shut. Annoyed, Ron blasted just a little more energy
at her than necessary, and her legs flew open as far as they would go. He
continued his onslaught, now caressing her pussy lips with just the faintest
of touches. She was moaning now, twisting this way and that, trying to make
contact with something solid.
Ron continued this way for a few more minutes, then retracted the
feather. A groan of disappointment escaped Megan's lips, and inwardly she was
mortified. 'This little scum has got me all hot and bothered! I can't
believe he's doing this!'
Ron reformed his extension. Now, it was shaped like a long snake,
writhing and wiggling. He wrapped it around each breast in turn, then both at
the same time, forming a figure eight on her chest, squeezing and massaging.
He left the end to flick at her nipples, back and forth, alternating between
the two. Slowly, he lengthened the extension so that, while it was still
wrapped around her breasts, it could now reach down to her pussy. Her cunt
was dripping by this point, and she let out a loud grunt as she felt the
extension pass over her nether lips. It reached out and flicked across her
clit, and she squealed in pleasure. Finally, Ron figured it was time. He
enlarged the very end of his extension, and pushed it into her pussy. It now
resembled a cock, and he used it as one, plunging in and out of her pussy.
She was moaning constantly know, building in intensity and volume. He figured
it was time to make her come, and he decided to do something that he simply
couldn't do physically. He pulled the extension out of her for a moment, and
the end split into a Y. The second end was thinner than the first, and headed
for her asshole. Both ends plunged back into her at the same time, and she
screamed for all she was worth. Ron set up a killer pace, and it didn't take
long before her body was wracked with the biggest orgasm of her life. She
came and came for minutes, continually.
Finally she descended from her orgasmic high, and Ron gently lowered
her to the floor. Her knees wouldn't hold her, but he caught her in his mind,
and laid her down on the carpeted floor. Ron looked down to see that he had
come when she did. It was one of the hottest sexual encounters he'd ever had,
and he'd never come within five feet of the girl!
'Pete forgot to tell me that you can really _feel_ things with the
extension. What a feeling!'
Another of Ron's important lessons came the following week. James was
back, and he took Ron to a completely secluded room with no windows, and it
was all sound-proofed.
"What are we gonna learn in here?" Ron wanted to know.
"In here we learn one of 'the' most important skills. This one skill
is what enables us to manipulate things at great distance. It's called
'televiewing'. It is the ability to move your point of view out of your body,
and into someplace you're not, without using another person's eyes. You
already learned about seeing through someone else's eyes in the telepathy
class. Now, it is very hard to manipulate the world while looking through
someone else's eyes, because their brain gets in the way of your abilities.
If you can view the scene from a completely disconnected perspective, nothing
can interfere with your powers."
"So, why are we in here?"
"Well, we start out simple. I need you to try to view what is in the
next room. It is an established scene, so I won't have to go check on it to
know if you're right. It is also someplace you've never been, so I know you
can't already know what's in there. Now then, just relax. Remember,
concentrating too hard actually reduces the chances that The Ability will
work. Imagine an eye floating out of your forehead, and flying around the
room. Now then, I want you to see if you can move through the door."
Ron struggled with this for a few minutes, but finally gave up. "I
can't do it, James. I can't get through the door."
"Don't worry. It will come eventually. For now, we'll have to
provide you an opening to get through. And, there's always little openings,
even in a tightly locked house. You've just got to search for them." James
reached over and took the cover off a small hole in the door. "Go through
this. The door to the other room is open. It is the next room down, going to
the left as you leave this room."
Ron maneuvered through the hole and down the hall, turning into the
room. It was a typical small classroom, but empty except for a few distinct
objects. "I see a reflecting telescope, a basketball, an open book, and a
beach towel."
"What page is the book open to?"
Ron moved his eye closer. "206."
"Okay, Ron, now here's a little challenge. Hold your viewing eye in
place, and use telekinesis to close the book. The trick is, instead of
causing your extension to come from your body, make it come from your viewing
eye."
Ron worked this around in his head for a minute, then gave it a shot.
Amazingly, it was quite easy to do. His extension reached out and closed the
book.
"Hey!"
"What is it, Ron?"
"This book is titled _The Life of Ronald Chaffey_!"
"That's right, Ron. The book is all about you. It took a great deal
of effort to compile in such a short time, but, with your permission, this
book will become one of the required texts for CAMP. You have been a unique
student from the beginning, and you are progressing faster than even I
suspected. Go ahead. Grab the book, and bring it back here."
Ron did so, and found that James had opened the door while he wasn't
paying attention. The book now lay on the table in front of him.
"What do you say, Ron? Can we use you as a shining example of the
*right* way to approach The Ability?"
"Well, sure, I guess. I would be honored" he said formally,
remembering the line from one of his mother's plays.
"Good. Now then, another assignment, to make sure you've got the hang
of it. This one will be a little more difficult, and you might not manage it
at first. What I want you to do is view what is going on right now in your
own home."
"But, how do I do that? I don't know where it is from here, since I
don't know where here is."
"Right. Open the book to the back." Ron did, and there he found a
map. "Focus on the map. Push your mind into the map, right where your home
is. Find that, as you go into the map, details that you hadn't seen before
actually appear on the map. Now, as you approach a specific city, you'll find
that you are then actually in that city. Let me know when you've made it that
far."
"Okay, I'm there."
"Damn, that was fast. Okay, now, if you're in your home town, you
should be able to find your home. Find a way in, and observe what's
happening. I've got to make a pitstop, I'll be back in a while. You let me
know what you see, okay?"
"Okay, James." Ron had found his house, but was trying to figure out
a way in. 'Cockroaches get in, so I can get in. I only need a little dinky
hole.' Ron got lucky. It was a beautiful day in his home town, so Nikki had
her window open. Ron moved through the screen, which is full of holes, of
course, and into her room, which happened to be empty. Ron saw her desk, neat
as usual, and had an idea. 'I wonder if James would mind...' Ron decided to
risk it. He moved over to her desk, and saw her note pad. There was a pen
lying next to it. Now, he formed his extension, and picked up the pen. He'd
never tried writing with the extension, but he figured since it was his right
hand, he should be able to. He brought the pen to paper and wrote out,
"Nikki: I miss you. Love, Ron." He examined the writing, and, while a
little messy, it was legible. He then moved out of the room, after
remembering to set the pen down, and moved down the stairs. His eye
apparently also had ears, because he could hear sounds coming from his
mother's room. They sounded like very entertaining sounds, and he flew in to
investigate. The door was open, so that was no problem.
Once inside, he saw a scene that made him instantly hard. Sandra was
lying on her back, while Dawn straddled her face, her pussy pressed into her
mouth. Sandra was sucking and licking Dawn's cunt, making her squirm.
Meanwhile, Nikki was lapping Sandra's pussy, nibbling on her clit. Tammy was
rubbing Sandra's tits, kneading them with her small hands. Sandra's nipples
were hard as gemstone, standing proud. Nikki pushed two fingers into her
mother's slit, and started fucking them in and out in a frenzy. Dawn reached
down and started rubbing Tammy's slit, so she wouldn't feel left out. They'd
been going at it for quite a while, and everyone was about ready to pop. The
pace quickened rapidly. Dawn pulled Nikki around and started eating her out.
Tammy now had three sets of tits to rub, and was bucking on Dawn's hand. The
whole scene was very erotic, and Ron's dick was straining at his pants.
Suddenly, as if somebody threw a switch, or as if someone was directing and
had just said, "Come!", all four females started orgasming at once. Ron
didn't realize that he had unknowingly installed an urge in each of them to
come with their partner. He'd read the stories, and he believed that this was
the way it was supposed to be the best. Like his original skill at getting
people to agree with him, this was one command he didn't have to consciously
program; it just came naturally.
As the scene settled down, and it looked like they were all spent, Ron
decided it was time to go. But, before he went, he wanted to give them all a
little gift. He didn't want to frighten them, so he had to think a bit. Then
he decided. He formed his extension into something that would feel to them
like a warm wind, and moved it across each of them. Each of them in turn
shivered with the pleasure of it, and then Ron departed.
Ron made his way out of the house the same way he came in, and started
back up out of the map. As he reached city level, however, his mind reeled.
Ron was barraged with a searing pain that consumed his mind. He put up a
mental shield to block it, and that stopped it, but not before the pain had
flung him physically to the floor. Ron pulled out quickly, and opened his
eyes to see James standing over him, concerned.
"Ron! What the hell happened?"
"I-I don't know. I was starting to come out of the map, and then all
of a sudden, it was like my brain was on fire. I threw up a shield, and that
stopped most of the pain, but I could still feel it."
"That's not good news. You'll learn in time how to keep a minimal
shield up at all times. What you felt was the presence of another psionic,
and this one doesn't sound pleasant. Do you feel up to going back in?"
"I think so, why?"
"I need you to guide me. The fact that you felt a psionic's presence
could be troubling news. Whenever you're ready." James helped him up and to
a chair.
"Okay. How do we go together?"
"Just lead the way as if you were going alone. You might want to put
up a shield now, to protect yourself."
Ron did so, and entered into the map, with James right behind. Again,
they got to city level when Ron cried out. It wasn't pain this time, but it
would have been without the shield. James let them remain for a few moments,
then instructed Ron to pull out.
"Ron, this is really bad news. I found the psionic, and, while I
can't read her totally, she is very evil. She's not a member of CAMP,
apparently she turned us down when we offered. Therefore her power isn't
tempered by education, but she is very strong. She is passing herself off as
a witch. She has no demonic power as such, but that is what she is claiming
her psionic ability is. The problem, and most likely why you felt her, is
that her evil is being aimed at your family."
"What? How? Why?"
"Why I cannot know. How right now is simply an exploration of the
family. Who is probably a better question than what. She was most likely
hired to do something to the family. Would anyone want to hurt you or your
family?"
Ron didn't have to think for more than an instant. "Dad. That son of
a bitch. James, what can we do?"
"We have a couple of weeks, Ron. I can tell that she isn't ready to
move yet. I don't know why that is, I just know it is. We're going to have
to accelerate your learning, so we can prepare you to deal with this. As a
CAMP official, this does not concern CAMP at all."
"What do you mean? She could hurt my family..."
"I know that, Ron, but listen carefully to my words. 'As a CAMP
official', I can't do anything. Now, remember CAMP's one inviolable rule?"
"Whenever a member asks another member for help, help must be rendered
if possible." He was quoting directly from the manual.
"That's right. You are a CAMP member. I am a CAMP member. As an
official of CAMP, I cannot do anything, as this is not an issue that concerns
CAMP directly."
"But if I ask you for help..."
"I am bound by the same rules you are."
"Will you help me, James?"
"I've got no choice, now. I have to help." James continued, "This is
going to be rough, and I know you're going to have a hard time concentrating,
but the next week or so is critical. You must learn the rest of what I have
to teach you, and you must learn it well."
"Yes, sir." Ron reverted to type when being lectured.
"Very good. I will investigate further, and see what I can find out
about this person. Right now, you should go back to your room. Rest up, but
study as hard as you think you can without hitting overload. We'll beat this,
together. Remember, CAMP members stand together."
End Chapter 2
Subject: STORY: CAMP - Ron's Journey, Part 2 [3/4] (mc, teen, mf)
From: whitestar@psynet.net (WhiteStar)
Date: 30 Jul 1997 06:21:11 GMT
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CAMP - Ron’s Journey
Part 2 - Ron Comes of Age
by WhiteStar
Chapter 3: Preparations for Battle
The next week was pure hell for Ron. He knew his family was in
trouble. He knew he couldn't help them where he was. He 'wanted' to be with
them, but he knew he needed to finish learning here, or he might not be able
to help them.
Jess tried to console him, she did her best as his servant to keep his
mind off it, but it just wasn't working. They had just finished making love
for the second time that day, when he rolled onto his back and stared up at
the ceiling.
"Ron? Is there anything I can do?"
"No, I don't think so. Get me my clothes, will ya?"
She jumped up to do as he asked. Ron got dressed and cleaned up,
because it was almost time for his next lesson. Pete showed up right on time.
"Hey, Ron. I heard about your family. Don't worry, man. We'll get
you ready for it. Today, we need you to bring Megan with you. Today's lesson
requires her services."
"Okay. Megan! Come here!" Megan emerged from her room, and walked to
Ron's side. She had mellowed only slightly from the first day, but Ron had
placed controls on her to keep her in line. The three of them left, and
walked to the usual classroom. When they got there, they found James talking
to one of the committee members. Ron sat down and waited quietly until they
were ready to deal with him.
"So, this is he?" The committee member asked.
"Yes. I think he's ready. Today is one of his final lessons."
"Very well. Proceed. I will observe and report."
"Alright." He turned to Ron and said, "Today, we explore one of your
last lessons. You've already had some mild experience with Direct Mental
Programming, but you haven't really used to to overwrite a mind yet. It's
time to take care of Megan. She's been neglected for five weeks, now, and
that's much too long for a nice girl like her." James smirked when he said
it, and Ron caught the joke.
"Okay. I've been studying the lesson. What do you want me to make
her into?"
"That's entirely up to you. Just remember, if you make her into
something you don't like, you have to fix it later. Just make it noticeable.
I'll scan her when you're finished to check your work."
"Okey-doke." Ron looked at Megan, and said, "Come here, Megan." Ron
saw the fear in her eyes, and she didn't move. Ron grew irritated. He
reached out mentally, grabbed her around the waist, and dragged her forcibly
to him. He looked her in the eyes, and saw her terror. He'd finally learned
how to look someone in the eyes without blanking them. "Sit down." His voice
held a warning, and Megan sat down quickly. Ron reached out and took her
hand. She jumped, and then froze.
Ron wiggled his way into her mind. He found images of her family, all
seemed to be malicious little bastards. He knew that this was *her* view of
them, but he didn't figure they were very pleasant people, if they'd raised
her like this. He continued looking, for now just plotting ground, finding
things that needed changing. He knew what he wanted from Megan, and he wanted
to make sure he did it right. Megan was going to become his one true sex
slave. Her only purpose in life would be to serve his body. All of the other
people in his life, Jess included, he had some emotional ties to. Megan he
didn't know from nobody. He needed to release the urge to just completely
devastate someone's will, and he figured she was the best choice available.
After about twenty minutes of plotting, Ron moved to the very center
of her psyche. This was the core, the central theme of her mind. In Megan,
this was a dark place, not at all pleasant. Ron knew of no way to change this
place. So, he ripped it out.
Megan screamed. She howled, she snarled, she sounded very much like a
wounded animal. If not for Ron's physical control over her, she very well
might have hurt herself. James and the committeeman looked on with interest.
They recognized the sign of a dying personality. They looked at each other
and smiled.
Ron now replaced the psyche he had just obliterated. What he replaced
it with was... himself. He had just made himself the center of her entire
world. That complete, he went through and started deleting whole blocks of
memory. This was the wholesale slaughter of her identity. By the time he had
finished, she remembered neither her father nor her mother. She remembered
only Ron. She saw him as provider, protector, comforter, lover, friend. Her
desire was to make him happy. She would do whatever he wanted, whenever he
wanted, wherever he wanted. She had no wishes of her own except to see him
pleased with her.
This process had taken well over an hour, so thorough a job had he
done. When Ron finally pulled out, Megan collapsed onto the table. Ron was
dripping sweat, and slightly winded. The committeeman handed him a soda.
"Drink up. You've lost quite a bit of fluid over the last hour."
As Ron drank up, James did a full scan of Megan. When he was
finished, the committeeman asked, "Well? How'd he do?"
"I think you'd better look for yourself." James looked a little pale,
Ron thought.
"Ron, may I?" It was standard procedure to ask before scanning
another person's followers.
"Sure, go ahead." The man did, and the color drained from his face
far more obviously than James'.
"Did I goof? Is something wrong?" Ron worried that he might have
just turned the girl into a vegetable.
The man turned to James. "I have never seen a rewrite that...
complete before. There isn't anything left, not one shred. Not even the
stuff we hid in there."
"What's he talking about, James?"
James finally explained. "Ron, when we acquired Megan, we did a full
mental map. We also hid a few spurious memories around in her head, in areas
that a normal psionic wasn't likely to find. They're not there anymore. That
means you were able to wipe her entire memory bank and rewrite it with, I must
say, a damned fine list of memories intended to give her a singular goal in
life."
"Is she gonna be okay?"
"Oh, yeah. She'll be fine. And, honestly, she'll probably be a lot
happier now. She should wake up in a few minutes. Wait here until she does.
Feel free to stay here as long as she needs, classes are over for the day. We
have to go to a meeting, so we'll see you later." The committeeman shook
Ron's hand, and they both left.
Ron sat, waiting for Megan to wake up. 'Their reactions were sure
strange. I mean, it really wasn't that hard. Time consuming, yes, but not
hard. I wish she hadn't screamed like that, though. I nearly shit my pants
when she did that. I wonder what she'll be like when she wakes up? She's got
to be friendlier than she was before.'
Just then, Megan began to stir. Ron sat up, and helped her sit up in
her chair. She was shaking her head, like she was trying to clear a buzzing
noise. Ron pushed his soda over to her. "Have a sip. It'll make you feel
better." She opened her eyes and focussed on the can, grabbing it and taking
several drinks from it. Then she set it down and looked at Ron.
Her whole expression changed at that point. What had been a scowl
turned into a beautiful smile. Her eyes lit up, and her face filled with joy.
"Master!" She dropped to her knees at his feet and laid her head in
his lap. "What can I do for you, Master?"
Well, needless to say, this display was making Ron horny as hell. His
dick was already rigid, and he felt he deserved some relief. "Take out my
cock and suck on it."
Megan's hands fairly flew to his zipper. She undid his pants, reached
in, and pulled out his cock. The look on her face was one of pure lust. She
licked his shaft up and down, getting it nice and wet, then she sucked him in.
Her tongue circled around the head of his cock, and then she took him all the
way. As Jess had done, Megan deep-throated him like a porn-star. Each time,
she would waggle her tongue as she came out, driving him closer and closer to
the edge. It wasn't long before he felt the need, and he grabbed her head and
shoved his cock as far in as it would go. He held her there, and started
coming down her throat. He finally came down from his climax, but he didn't
even begin to soften. He pulled out of her mouth, and she sat back on her
heels.
"Stand up and undress. Do it sexy."
Megan stood up. She moved her hands up to her breasts and started to
rub them. She made her hands move in circles, bigger and bigger, until her
hands reached the bottom of her T-shirt. She turned to face away from Ron,
and pulled the shirt off over her head. She was wearing a bra, but she didn't
remove that yet. She sidled over to Ron and placed her hand on the back of
his head. She pulled his face into her tits, and Ron breathed her wonderful
scent. She backed off, and undid her jeans. Slowly, teasingly, she wiggled
them down off her hips, until they fell to the floor. She stepped out of each
leg, taking her shoes and socks off as she did. Now she was clad only in
underwear. She was swaying and moving to some unheard tune, and Ron was
enthralled with her performance. She faced away from him again, and undid her
bra. She slipped it off of her arms, but held the front in place. She faced
him now, and flung the bra off. Her breasts jiggled with the action, and
Ron's dick jerked. She was doing her very best to tantalize him, and it was
working. She bent down, and started working her panties off. She turned
around to give him a better view. Her panties hit the ground, and she spread
her legs shoulder width to show Ron her pussy.
Ron could take no more. He stood up, took his pants off, and
approached his prize. She stood up as he touched her, but he moved her to the
table and bent her over. He plowed into her furrow full force, and she let
out a grunt. He started slamming into her as hard as he could: he was
actually moving the table. As she came in a mind-wrenching orgasm, he decided
he wanted *all* of her. He pulled out of her pussy, and pressed his cock to
her asshole. Her mindset had been so completely altered that, instead of
resisting, she encouraged him.
"Yes, Master! Fuck my ass!" She pushed back at him, and he slowly
worked into her. He set up a rhythm that increased pace. He reached around
and grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples. He pounded her for some time, and
she started to come again. At that point, she reached back and gently
massaged his balls. This was the last straw for him, and he came violently in
her ass. They were both exhausted, and collapsed onto the table.
The following day was supposed to be a day of rest. Ron thought this
was a good idea, since he was pretty wore out. 'Having one slave who wants me
all the time was bad enough. Now I've got _two_ to deal with! Well, It could
be worse...' It had, however, managed to take his mind off of his family
problems for a few hours, and he was grateful for that. Since today was an
off day, he was surprised when there came a knock at the door. Megan answered
it without being asked, and led James back into the room.
"Ron, you need to come with me. No questions."
"What?" That got him a stern look from James, and so he got up and
followed James outside. They got in an electric cart, and headed towards the
main office building. 'What did I do? They haven't told me about any rules
I've broken. What's this all about?' These were all things he would have
said to James, if he'd been allowed to.
They entered the main office building, and headed up to the third
floor. James directed Ron to a waiting room. "Wait here. Do *not* leave
this room until someone comes for you." Ron sat down, and started... waiting.
There were several objects in the room, and Ron passed the time, and improved
his skill, by flying them around the room.
Ron figured twenty-six and a half minutes had passed since James left.
He had learned how to hold an almost atomically-accurate clock in his head.
He decided he was probably going to be here awhile. 'Might as well work on my
levitation.'
Ron set about working on telekineting himself off the floor, and had
actually managed to raise himself to the ceiling, when the door opened. Ron
almost fell, he was so surprised, but he caught himself, and lowered himself
back to his chair. The person at the door was wearing a maroon jumpsuit, and
a ninja-style hood, so that all that was visible were her eyes. He knew it
was a her from the bumps in the front of her suit. She signalled to him to
follow her, but she didn't speak. He followed her out of the room and down a
hallway. They approached a door with two grey-clad guards in front of it.
The guards opened the doors and stood aside to let them pass. She motioned
Ron into the room, but did not enter herself. The room was very dark, and Ron
wondered what was going on. Then the doors closed behind him, and the room
became pitch black. At this point, Ron put up the strongest mental shield he
could sustain. He stood perfectly still, and listened. He was just starting
to think he could hear breathing, when lights snapped on overhead. They were
spotlights. One focused on him. Ten other lights focussed on the other
people in the room, all dressed in white.
'The Committee! But what do they want with me?'
The one to his extreme left spoke up. "Ronald Chaffey?"
"Yes?"
"We are the Committee. We control all activities here at CAMP."
"I know. I asked James about you."
"We are aware of this. I am sure, you are wondering why we have
brought you here."
"Well, actually..."
"We do not follow the activities, or the studies, of everyone at CAMP.
Most students pass through without any direct contact with us. You, however,
we have followed with great interest. Your skills are finely tuned. James
tells us that you have achieved a level of psion-17. That is most impressive,
and the highest rate any Talent has ever managed. You should be proud, young
Ron."
"Thank you, sir. But you still haven't told me why I'm here."
The man chuckled. "So I haven't. You will recall that one of us
observed your last class session. This was a final evaluation. We have
brought you here today to make you an offer. One that we hope you will
accept."
"What is it?"
"We would like you to become an employee of CAMP. Now, you should
know that CAMP does not hire very many employees. We are very selective about
whom we ask. You have been chosen because of your level of ability, your
intelligence, your maturity, and your interest in the sciences."
"Well, what would I be doing?"
"We can discuss exact details later. What you need to know now is
that, you would still live at your home, though you would need to travel a
bit. Your life would not be overly disturbed, except that you would need to
do things for us from time to time. Your real job with us would start when
your education is finished. By that, I mean when you graduate from
high-school. They tell me that you are quite a good computer programmer. Is
this true?"
"I'd like to think so, sir." Ron was amazed. 'Work for them? They
want ME to work for them? What can I do that they can't already?'
"Very good. That will be important. Please see that you keep up with
that skill. Now then, do you accept the job? You should know that it pays
very well, though I'm sure you know by now that money will never concern you
again."
"Well, sure, I guess. So long as you don't want me to go around
killing people or something."
"No, nothing like that. We will now let James explain more about CAMP
to you. He has been preparing you for this day since you arrived. We know
you'll feel more comfortable talking with him than us, so he will remain your
contact for now." With that, the ten lights over the Committee snapped off,
leaving just his spotlight. At which point, a door over to Ron's right
opened, and James walked in.
"Okay, Ron! Welcome aboard. I'm sure you've found this whole
procedure a little strange, but it was necessary, let me assure you."
"What's this all about? What do they want me to do?"
"Well, first, let's cover a little background. CAMP is about ten
years old now. We have a total of about 3,000 members, scattered throughout
the United States. So you know, and, by the way you're not allowed to tell
anyone this, you are just outside of a small town in southeastern New Mexico
called Hobbs. CAMP's sole purpose since inception has been to build a
membership base. However, there has always been an underlying goal. That
goal is about to become CAMP's driving force."
"Am I allowed to know what that goal is?"
"Allowed to know? Ron, you're going to help us achieve it! CAMP's
influence in the world has been severely limited by the fact that nobody knows
we exist. We haven't even revealed ourselves in any major way to the
government yet. Unfortunately, with only 3,000 members, we cannot affect
enough people in society to effect any real change. That is where you come
in."
"What can I do?"
"Well, let's just say that you have some unique skills and interests,
that make you the perfect person for the job."
"What *is* the job?"
"We want to influence the mind of every person in America."
"Geez, James! That's over 250 MILLION people! I can't influence all
of them!"
"We don't expect you to do it personally. All of this will be
explained later."
"Okay, but what do you want them all to do?"
"Small changes, really. We need to set up an atmosphere where
changing things in the government won't be noticed, or that will actually be
accepted and welcomed. The changes we want to make, you don't need to know
yet. Right now, you'll simply be acting as a field agent for CAMP, until you
graduate. Then, you'll come back here, and we'll explain the whole plan in
greater detail. At that point, you can decide if you want to continue with us
or not."
"So, how much do I get paid, anyway? And what will I have to do as a
'field agent'?"
"Field agents handle problems in their local area. We will point you
out to any CAMP members in your immediate area, and tell them to come to you
if they have a problem. As for salary, well, starting salary for a field
agent is about $750,000 a year." Ron nearly fainted at that number. "Don't
worry, CAMP can afford it. You'd be surprised just how many companies are
giving us lots of money to continue our 'research'." James raised his
eyebrows, and Ron understood.
"That's a hell of a lot of money. Just how busy am I going to be as a
field agent?"
"No way to tell. You might never be called upon. Then again, we've
had field agents that got called on once a month. Usually, it only takes a
few hours to straighten out problems. Remember when you called about
Jessica?"
"Yes."
"You were calling a regional field agent. We don't have a local agent
in your area, and so we had to send you to the regional agent. He is pretty
overworked, and he needs some relief. There are about 10 members in your area
of responsibility, and approximately 50 latent Talents. Latents are people
who have The Ability, but don't know it yet. Like you were, six months ago."
'Geez, it *was* less than six months since I learned I had this thing.
Now, I'm going to work for an organization that deals solely with people that
have it.'
Ron and James talked for the rest of the day. When he returned to his
room, he found his two followers on either side of the room, scowling at each
other. Both women started toward him, then noticed the other doing the same,
and started to glare at each other.
"What is going on here?!" Ron's voice was stern, commanding. Both
girls cowered, neither answered him. Knowing her responses better, he turned
to Jessica. "Jessica? What is the problem?"
"She says *she's* your slave! I want to be your slave! How can we
both be?"
'I don't have the energy to deal with this! Ugh. Am I going to run
across this problem often?' A little voice in his head responded, 'Yeah,
probably.'
"Okay, both of you, come stand in front of me, Jessica stand here,
Megan stand here." He directed them to an exact spot, so as to avoid further
fighting. He could tell that the argument had almost come to blows, but that
they had both backed off, fearing it would upset him to find either of them
hurt. He started with Jessica, and started to implant commands. He wasn't
using DMP (Direct Mental Programming), just rearranging a few thoughts with
Mental Conditioning. He hadn't decided which, if either, of them was going to
be his head slave, so he left the issue undecided for now. He turned to
Megan, who was almost quaking before him. 'She's scared shitless. I wonder
why.' A little probing answered that. He was displeased. Her greatest drive
in life now was to please him. She had failed, and she was afraid of his
response. Ron went in and did some fine-tuning of her programming,
reinforcing her feeling of him as *protector* and *friend*, and easing off on
her fear of failing to please him, while leaving the need to do so alone.
That completed, Ron felt things would settle down a little. He had
removed the ability for either of them to be jealous of anyone Ron was
interested in. He instilled an absolute need to cooperate with each other to
serve the master. Ron made sure that neither of them had the capability to
betray him. He felt sure he had solved this crisis, though he wondered what
the next crisis would be.
Ron was just about to suggest they all go to bed when there was a
knock at the door. Ron was closest, so he answered it. It was Pete.
"Ron, James says that you should take tomorrow off. You and he will
be returning to your home the day after. He says it's time."
"Okay. Thanks, Pete. For everything." They shook hands, and Pete
left.
Ron turned and went back into the room, closing the door and slumping
against it. 'Time? Am I ready? What if I screw up? I can't let that bitch
hurt my family! I need to rest. I need sleep.' Ron was exhausted, both
mentally and physically, but he didn't think he could get to sleep, his mind
was so rattled. He thought of something that just might help.
Ron walked to the bed and undressed down to his undies. Then he laid
on the bed. "Slaves! come here!" Both ladies rushed to his side. "I am very
tired. I need to get some sleep, but I'm very stressed out. I want you both
to give me a rub-down. Make it soothing, not sexy. Do a good job, and we'll
have fun tomorrow."
The girls looked at each other, and, without a word, went to work on
him. With one on each side, they began rubbing him. Jessica started on his
shoulders, while Megan started on his feet. Before they had made it anywhere
near meeting in the middle, Ron was fast asleep.
'Trouble can wait. Right now, I've got to rest......'
End Chapter 3
Subject: STORY: CAMP - Ron's Journey, Part 2 [4/4] (mc,teen,mf)
From: whitestar@psynet.net (WhiteStar)
Date: 30 Jul 1997 06:27:46 GMT
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WARNING: This chapter contains some violence. Not violent sex, just
violence. There is SOME nc sex, and a (very very short) mention of a rape in
action. There is not a vivid description of rape, but it is mentioned. I
just thought I should warn you. If you've been following the story, you
should know what kind of violence occurs here. (The chapter IS called "The
Ravages of War" after all.) The nc scene is, technically, rape, but I don't
think you'll have much of a problem with it. Bear with me, I think this is
how these characters would act. I hope I don't offend anyone with this
chapter. Happy Reading!
CAMP - Ron’s Journey
Part 2 - Ron Comes of Age
by WhiteStar
Chapter 4: The Ravages of War
The plane ride seemed to take forever. Ron thought it would never
end. He occupied his time trying to teach James to turn himself invisible.
The two girls slept on the couches in the plush private jet.
"Nope, I'm just not getting it. Oh well. I'll figure it out someday.
It takes longer for me to learn a new skill. But then, once I've mastered
it, it's perfect: no flaws. Give me a year, and I'll have this one down."
"Hey, what was with that girl the other day, by the way?"
"Which girl?"
"The one in the maroon jumpsuit, you know, with the ninja mask."
"Oh, her. That's called garnet, not maroon. Anyway, she's a
messenger. You're not supposed to know her identity. She didn't speak to you
because she can't speak to anyone who is not an employee of CAMP. She could
speak to you *now*, of course."
"What's gonna happen when we get there?" Ron was getting more nervous
with every mile.
"I'm not entirely sure. However, Ron, the important thing is, I won't
do anything until it looks like you're in trouble, okay? Make this a learning
experience, I'm here to back you up if you need it."
"Thanks for being here. What about those two?" He motioned to Megan
and Jess, "will they be safe?"
"They'll be fine, your control over them is total. Not to be cruel,
but this crisis is mostly your own damned fault."
"What'd I do?" Ron sounded, well, like a typical 13 year old.
"What you *didn't* do, actually. By not establishing full controls
over all of them, you left this bitch an opening. If your control had been
established, I don't think she'd have been able to break it. Learn the
lesson: You can leave their personality intact, but you must make their will
your own."
"Okay, I'll remember that. What do we know about this psionic?"
"All I've been able to come up with is this: Her name is Marinda.
She passes herself off as a witch, but she isn't. She doesn't even practice
witchcraft or belong to a coven or anything. I think she just feels people
think witchcraft is less strange than mind-control. Anyway, she is working
for your father, that I learned. Beyond that, I can't say. I can't tell how
strong she is, or what powers she has. You do have an advantage, in that she
has probably not learn to defend her mind. But, beware, her offensive attack
can be a good defense. If you can't fend off her attack, you can't make an
attack of your own, so be careful."
"Gotcha. What about the family?"
"If she's already taken control, which she probably will have, that's
no big deal. Most likely she won't try to use them against you, and I'll
stop-motion them if she tries. Freeing them from her power _has_ to be done
by you. Which is okay, it's a relatively simple process, and you already know
how to remove commands. The likelihood is that she is nowheres near as strong
as you are. I'm coming along mainly as an advisor, but I'll back you up if I
need to."
They chatted for the rest of the flight. There was no way to make
plans, because there was no telling what they were getting into. Ron didn't
want to teleview, because he worried about alerting Marinda.
They arrived at the house to find chaos. There were people standing
in various states of undress on the lawn. He could hear screaming inside the
house, and he knew he had to get in there. And, standing in front of the door
to the house, was a woman that had to be Marinda. She was dressed in the kind
of black dress you see in witch movies. But, contrary to fairy tale, this
woman was a knockout. Her breasts were threatening to tear the fabric of her
dress, her face looked like a covergirl, and she had a mane of long, flowing
black hair that reached well below her ass. She was holding what appeared to
Ron forever like a crystal ball on a stick.
"Stop! Whoever you are! I am in control of this abode!" 'The nerve
of the bitch! I'll show her a thing or two.'
"Like hell you are! This is MY home, Marinda! Leave now, and I won't
have to hurt you." Well, it sounded good, anyway. He knew she wouldn't go
for it. Ron erected his strongest mental shield. He could only hold it for a
few minutes, but he was hoping that was all he would need.
"Who are you, welp? I will crush you!" A surge of mental energy
lashed out at Ron. 'Well, if she wants to make this look like the
cartoons...' Ron held out his hand and cast aside her energies with a flick
of his wrist, then sent a surge of his own.
Pete had once told Ron he was using enough energy to move a small
office building. Peter wasn't exaggerating. Ron sent out enough power in a
single blast to knock her through the back wall of the house. She was able to
withstand a good portion of it, but it still knocked her across the room. Ron
stepped inside.
"Nobody messes with my family and gets away with it."
"I will destroy you, boy!" 'Who IS this kid? And how the hell did he
do that?' Marinda lashed out with a mental control. Ron laughed. He twisted
her control around, and threw it back at her. She dematerialized it before it
hit her, but it was close. Ron was actually enjoying this.
Marinda started telekineting things at him from all corners of the
room. Ron was not impressed. He set up an invisible barrier: the objects
would hit, and then fall to the floor. Just then, he heard his mother scream
from her bedroom. That's when Ron realized he had not seen his father
outside. 'That mother-fucking son of a bitch!' Ron decided it was time to
wrap up this little duel.
Ron formed his extension into a solid wall. He slammed it full force
into Marinda. She was pinned against the wall, and, when he released her and
she fell to the floor, there was actually an impression of her body in the
wall. She was dazed, but Ron wasn't waiting for her to get up. He rammed his
control into her mind. What feeble defenses she had he cast aside as a
tornado tosses cars: violently. He snapped a movement control on her so harsh
that she almost couldn't breathe. "That'll teach you to fuck with my family!"
He didn't figure she was going anywhere. He turned to see James watching.
James nodded in approval. "Keep an eye on her, would ya?"
"Sure. Go take care of your mother."
Ron ran into her room to see his father on top of her, brutally raping
her. He had hit her just as Ron came in, and had his hand raised to hit her
again.
"STOP!" That single word might has well have been a crack of thunder.
Ron's voice sounded like an angered storm god, berating his subjects. Mike
lost his momentum, then looked over at Ron.
"Get out of here, you little shit, or I'll give you some of the same!"
His confidence was high, because he didn't know that his ace in the hole was
lying bleeding on the living room floor.
"Apparently you didn't hear me." These words were uttered in a very
soft voice. They _were_ heard, however. Mike's face grew pale as he felt
something sinch around his waist. It raised him up off of Sandra, held him in
mid-air for a few seconds, then slammed him full force into the opposite wall.
Ron repeated this several times, until his father was almost senseless. Ron
paused, and said, "I told you it would be a bad idea to return. Now you find
out why." And with that, Ron's extension flew him right through the window.
Glass flew everywhere, and Mike just barely missed one of the figures on the
lawn. Ron let go, and Mike slumped to the ground. Ron couldn't yet bare to
look at his mother. He went outside to face Mike, and he found James there.
"Marinda's toast. She won't be able to move unless you let her up."
"What do we do about her? I mean, she's responsible for all of this."
"All I'm allowed to do to punish her is to remove her powers."
"You can do that?"
"Only the Skills. No one else has ever managed it. After that, I'll
leave her punishment in your hands. But, I don't suppose there's any chance
you'd let me have a little fun with her first?"
Ron almost laughed, then he grinned wickedly. "By all means. I
suppose I need to remove my clamp?"
"If you would be so kind."
Ron reached out and removed the mental control. Marinda still did not
move, mainly because she didn't think she could, she was in so much pain.
James entered the house, while Ron moved over to Mike.
"You asshole! I told you not to come back. It's not Mom's fault
you're a jerk!"
"Ron... I-"
"Shut up! Just shut the fuck UP! I don't really care what you have
to say! I should kill you here and now!"
"Ron, please, for God's sake NO! I'll do anything, ANYTHING!"
There was something in the plea. It made Ron pause. He for the life
of him would never understand what made him stop. He decided that before he
could make a proper judgment of punishment, he needed to know more about his
Dad. Ron slipped his way into his Dad's mind....
Meanwhile, in the living room, James was approaching Marinda. She was
stirring now, shaking badly and groaning.
"You can get up now." She looked up in terror.
"You! I've seen you before...." She couldn't place the face.
"Yes, you have. I didn't realize it until I saw you, 'Marinda'. Or
should I call you Diane? You were wise to turn down our offer if this is how
you wanted to live. You have broken almost every rule in the book."
"Go to hell."
"Maybe, but you'll be going first, I'm afraid." With that, he reached
down and yanked her up by the hair. "You have caused one of our members a
whole heap of trouble. But, as you can see, you picked the wrong guy to fuck
with. Actually, you should be happy. He could have cracked your head open
with a single thought, or made you go stand in front of an oncoming train.
You picked the single most powerful Talent that CAMP has ever seen to screw
with. How stupid are you?"
"What is he going to do to me?"
"I don't know, and I don't care. He has only made one request of me,
and since it coincides with my duties to CAMP, I will now fulfill that
request. You will no longer have any abilities to control people or things."
"You can't do that!" She shrieked.
"Oh, yes I can." He had her by the arms, and now he plunged into her
mind. She fought, but she wasn't even a psion-7, and an untrained,
undisciplined psionic is no match for a Skill psion-46. He grabbed hold of
her mind and would not let go. Just to distract her, he also grabbed hold of
her tits. He had backed her against a wall, and she wasn't going anywhere.
He pulled down and away, and her breasts fell free from the confines of the
dress. He mauled her breasts while he penetrated her mind. He searched for
that one little spot, always in a slightly different location, that held The
Ability. As he probed, he tore away more dress, until she was completely
nude. She was panting from the strain, and James took advantage of this. He
pressed his mouth to hers and forced his tongue inside. Meanwhile, one hand
strayed down to her pussy, and he plunged a finger deep inside her cunt. Now
she was squirming, trying to scream, trying to fight back.... and failing,
miserably. Ron removed his other hand from her tit to undo his pants. He
pulled out his cock, and stroked it to complete hardness. Then he removed his
finger from her pussy, and replaced it with his dick. He sunk deep into her,
and she moaned into his mouth. Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist,
and she started bucking, using the wall for support. While he fucked her
body, he ravaged her mind. He found that tiny spot, (very tiny in her case)
And squashed it. He crumpled it like a paper doll, and then he plunked it
into her mental trash can. It would be washed from her mind completely the
next time she slept. There was no way for her to recover it, even with the
help of an expert psionic. This was the one change that could not be undone.
The pace of their fucking increased until she arched her back and
screamed into his mouth, pouring her juices all over his cock. She hadn't
even noticed her power being taken from her, so enraptured was she in the
feelings of sex. James knew how to make his own job easy, and he took every
opportunity he could get. As she started to come down from her climax, he
thrust even harder into her, and started to twist her nipples. Then he came.
This set her off yet again, and she was on another rollercoaster ride of
pleasure.
When she finally came to, she was lying on a couch, unable to move.
'Oh, shit. What did I let him do? Why can't I move.... Wait! I can't feel
it! Where is my power? Oh shit......'
Ron finished up his exploration of his father's mind, and was startled
to realize that he sympathized.... with his father. Not that what he'd done
was any less terrible, it was just that there had been an awful lot of
'mitigating circumstances', as the judges on TV called them. His father had
been abused in every way imaginable as a child. He'd suffered through hell in
battles that no one ever knew happened. Ron had not known that his father was
a special-forces operative for the Marine Corps. The stuff he'd done....
well, no wonder he went nuts.
He understood his father better now. He realized that what his father
felt was a complete lack of control in this world. On the battlefield, he'd
been in control: of his unit, of the situation, of himself. Now, back in
civilization, he had no idea what the hell was expected of him. He'd been
retired from the Marine Corps due to an injury, minor in everyday life, but
critical to a soldier. He had never found a place in society.
Ron wasn't sure what to do. He knew he couldn't kill his father now.
Ron knew that what his father needed, short of long-term psychiatric care, was
someone to dominate completely. Someone who would jump at his least command.
Someone who would do whatever shitty things he asked of them, without
hesitating, without resisting, without complaining. And his father had
fixated on... his mother.
But Ron couldn't bring himself to do that. He had developed way too
many levels of feelings for his Mom to turn her over to this slug. He
sympathized with his father, but he still didn't like him.
On the other hand, if he could substitute someone, but who? Just
then, he saw James walk out of the house, and he got an idea.
"Don't you dare move an inch" he said to Mike. Ron stepped over to
James. "Well?"
"No problem. No more powers, gone, bye-bye."
"And CAMP doesn't care what happens to her now?"
"She's a non-entity. No powers, no concern. CAMP will make no
judgment concerning anyone under psion-4."
"So I can do with her whatever I like."
"That's right. What have you got in mind?" James was curious to see
how Ron was going to handle this. He was very surprised to see that the
father was still alive. He was sure the guy needed medical attention, after
going through a closed window at a speed of about 50 miles an hour.
"I'm going to give her to Dad."
"Huh?" Ron had just shocked James into total incomprehension.
"I scanned Dad. I understand more now why he is like he is. I think,
if I can get him to fixate on her instead of my Mom, and reprogram her to be
the slave he wants, he'll be a relatively harmless person to the rest of the
world, including us."
"Well, whatever, Ron. I'm not going to argue with you, it's your
family."
"Do you think I'm making a mistake?"
"I don't know. I would have handled it differently, but I have a
different personality, and a different perspective on life. Whose view is
right? Beats the hell out of me. I'm not going to try to sit and judge which
way to go. This time, I'm not even going to try to advise. This has been a
unique situation. Your solution may be the most ethical, for all I know.
What counts, I suppose, is that your decision to kill him was made in anger.
Those kinds of decisions are often the wrong ones, and the ones you usually
regret. Your present course of action has been thought out and reasoned.
Maybe not as satisfying, but probably more productive in the long run.
Anyway, it's your decision. And you don't need me here anymore. I've done
all I can. The problem now consists of two non-entities, and I cannot
interfere. Good luck to you, and keep in touch. Oh, there's some stuff in
that briefcase I gave you that you'll need to read, some case files and
instructions. It's all self-explanatory."
"Okay, thanks a lot, James. Will I see you again?"
"Oh, I'm sure we'll meet again sometime. Maybe in four years, when
you come back to CAMP." With that, James got in the rental car and drove
away.
Ron turned and surveyed the mess. His father was lying on the ground,
his sisters were staring at him in their nightgowns, and a young lady he
didn't recognize was staring at them all. He felt a presence at his side, and
looked to see Jess and Megan there.
Megan asked, "Master, what happened here?"
"Someone decided to mess with your master's family."
"What did you do, Master?"
"I protected my family. That's my job, Megan. And remember, you are
both part of my family now." He thought they would both come, with the look
on their faces. Their smiles, however, were gratifying. "Come on, girls,
we've got work to do." He took the girls into the house and set them to
cleaning the place up somewhat. Next, he turned his attention to the naked
woman on the couch. 'Yow! I guess James DID have some fun!' Ron moved over
to her and sat on the coffee table, staring at her.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to kill you."
"What? NO! Please!"
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to kill your *body*, just your mind."
With that, Ron reached into that central place he had taken so much care to
find with Megan, and tore it out. Then came the scream. Ron didn't think
he'd ever get used to that noise, but he was hoping he wouldn't have to hear
it too often. He figured that only the most stubborn of people would actually
_need_ reprogramming, as opposed to conditioning. It's just that conditioning
was a little slower, and less absolute.
He spent twenty minutes rearranging her mind, taking care to make sure
that all the right pieces were in place in the right order, and so on. He was
not cruel: He removed any knowledge or memory from her that her life had once
been her own. Now she was property. To disobey her owner was to die. He
actually made her believe that. In her mind, disobeying a direct order from
her master would kill her. Ron figured this was just what his father needed:
A perfect slave. Not as finely tuned as Megan, but he didn't figure she
needed to be. Plus, Megan was *his*, and he had taken special care with his
own property. He didn't want damaged goods.
He had Megan get him a soda, and then he led Marinda outside. She was
still nude, but Ron had cast a "you don't see this" field around the entire
house, so no one in the neighborhood noticed. Ron led her over to his father,
and presented her to him.
"Stand up, Dad." Mike got up off the ground. Ron noticed he was
limping rather badly. "Don't you wish you'd listened to me, now?"
"Yes! Yes, Ron! Please, let me go, and I'll never come back here, I
swear!"
"I wish I could believe you. But, if I let you leave like this, I
don't think I can." Mike got a look of terror in his eyes, but Ron just shook
his head. "No, I'm not going to hurt you anymore. But..." Ron reached in
and reorganized a few of his Dad's thoughts, switching his fixation on Sandra
to Marinda.
"I'm going to give you a present, Dad. In return, I want your
guarantee that we will never see you ever again. Move to the other side of
the country if you have to, but if I ever see you again, I will kill you." He
wouldn't, but he wanted his Dad to think he would. He wanted him out of town.
"Okay, sure, Ron. I'll move back home. What's this 'present'?"
"Marinda. She's yours. You can treat her like you were treating Mom.
She'll do what you tell her to." Then Ron threw the phrase he knew would
catch him. "You can 'control' her to your heart's content."
With those words, his father's face took on a serene shine. "Thank
you, Ron. Thank you."
"Now then, I think you'd better go home. Or go to the hospital.
Either way, she needs to get dressed. Now, go away."
Mike had Marinda help him to the car, and they got in, and drove away.
Ron turned to deal with the rest.
Ron moved first to his younger sister, Nicole. She was staring at
him, zombie-like. His control never did this to people. He figured that
Marinda just wasn't very good. She hadn't been very hard to defeat. He
almost felt ashamed of asking for help, but then he remembered that James had
removed her power, and Ron didn't know how to do that. He gently took Nikki's
hand, and led her inside. He sat her down on the couch, and started to probe
her mind. He found all the controls, which were obvious, and not very well
placed, and removed them one by one. In turn, he placed his own controls in
the proper locations to make sure this could never happen again. Nikki would
act the same as she had before: Ron had no need to change her behavior, she
loved him the way she was. When he finished, he prodded her to consciousness.
"Ron! Am I glad to see you! There was this witch, and Dad was here,
and..." Ron quieted her down with a hug.
"I know, Nik. Everything's okay now. Did you get my note?"
"Yeah. How'd you do that?" He knew curiosity would take her mind off
her problems.
"Don't worry. But, I also saw what you guys were doing that day. I
hope you enjoyed yourselves." Nikki blushed, and Ron gave her a kiss. She
was too exhausted to respond properly, but Ron didn't have time for more
anyway. "Jess!" Jessica hurried into the room. "I want you to take Nikki up
to her room and clean her up. Get her into bed, and let her rest. She is
your responsibility until she gets better. Nikki, was Tammy here?"
"Tammy.... Oh, no! Tammy's locked in the garage!"
"Shhhh, shhh. I'll take care of her, Nik. You go with Jess now."
Jess led Nikki upstairs while Ron went to the garage. He unlocked the
door, and there he found Tammy, naked, and shivering. She didn't seem to be
under any control. "Tammy?"
"R-Ron, is that you?"
"Yeah, Tams. C'mon out, everything's okay now." Tammy ran into his
arms and hugged him tightly.
"Ron, I tried, really I tried, but she was too strong, and she locked
me in the garage and-"
"Tammy! It's okay. You couldn't have stopped her anyway. What I
don't get is why she didn't put you under like the rest."
"She tried, but it wouldn't work. I don't know why."
'Bingo. I do. I've been manipulating you since before I even knew
it. I'll bet if I look, I'll find my controls already stuck in your head....
Yep, sure enough, there they are.'
"Don't worry, Tammy. Nikki is up in her room, Jess is looking after
her. Why don't you go up and help?"
Tammy gave him one final hug, then ran upstairs. Ron went outside to
collect Dawn, and repeated the process he had done with Nikki.
"Ron? How'd you get here? The last thing I remember is a woman
waving her hands at me.... Wait. I seem to recall seeing her flying backwards
through the air... That was you! Ron, how'd you do that?"
"Just something I picked up at CAMP. Don't worry, I've taken care of
her, AND Dad. We won't be seeing either of them again."
"Ron, I love you." She hugged him, and he hugged her back. Gingerly,
because he could see she had suffered from some mistreatment which he hoped
she wouldn't remember.
"I love you too, Dawn. And I'll see to it that nothing like this ever
happens again. Now then, Megan!" Megan came in quickly, ready to serve.
"Dawn, this is Megan. She's going to be living with us from now on. Megan, I
want you to help Dawn up to her room. Clean her up, and get her into bed.
Dawn is your responsibility until she gets better, understood?"
"Yes, Master! I will do my best!" She turned to Dawn, and with
genuinely felt sympathy, she said, "Come on, Dawn, let's go upstairs."
Megan's heart really went out to the girl, and, since this girl was special to
the Master, she would make sure that Dawn was well looked-after.
Ron went back outside for the stranger. As he approached, he realized
that she did indeed look familiar. She was oriental, with long black hair.
He didn't realize who she was until he saw her eyes: the deepest, bluest eyes
he'd ever seen.
"Miko! What the hell are you doing here?" Of course, she didn't
answer him. He took her inside, and erased the evil Marinda's controls.
Kumiko controlled herself, and managed not to embrace Ron in a bearhug.
"Thank you, Ron. It was terrible to be able to see and hear, but not
move or talk."
"Miko, what are you doing here? Forget that, how did you even know
who I was?"
"I didn't. I saw you talking to Dawn. I asked her. She told me who
you were."
"Okay, but why are you here?"
"Because I needed to see you. I need to ask a favor of you."
"What?"
"I have seen that you are in control of all these women. I wish to
become your humble servant as well."
'WHOA! Do I just naturally pick the weird ones? I mean, I've heard
the old cliche about oriental women being eager to please, but this is
ridiculous!' He did a quick sweep of her mind to prove to himself this wasn't
his doing, then he decided he needed to answer his question.
'James, can you hear me?'
'Of course I can, Ron.'
'I have a question....' and Ron went on to explain his question.
'So, you're wondering why this is the second girl who's actually asked
to become your slave, right?'
'Yes, that's right.'
'Well, I did quick scans of everyone there, to make sure they were
alright. I noticed that she had submissive tendencies. You have probably
noticed the same, but ignored them, at least consciously. I can't say for
certain, but probably you are attracted to submissive women. How did you meet
her?'
'I was hiding out in the girls' room, and she walked in.'
'And why did you choose her out of all the girls?'
'I don't know.'
'Well, now you do.'
'Yeah, I guess so. Thanks. Bye.'
'Think at ya later, friend.'
"Miko, why do you want to be my servant?"
"I remember the night of the prom. You made me not tell anyone, but I
remember. You were kind then, even though I had no choice, and you could have
been very cruel, you were not. I wish to be away from cruelties. From the
beatings..." As soon as she said that, she wished she could unsay it.
"Who's been beating you?" Ron was almost as angry now as he had been
when he arrived home. To think that *anyone* would beat this beautiful girl
was just beyond his comprehension.
Just then, Miko's father decided to show up to collect his daughter.
"Miko! You will come with me, Now!" Miko cringed behind Ron, and Ron
stood up between the two.
"Who are you?"
"I am Miko's father."
"So you're the shit that's been beating her."
"How dare you speak to me in that manner...." He found himself flying
out the door he had just come in. "What is this..."
Ron whipped the man around pretty good, until he saw his wife waiting
in the car. "Is that your mother?" Miko shook her head yes. "Has she ever
abused you?" Miko shook her head no. "Very well. Ask her to come over here,
please." Miko went and got her mother, and they both returned to where Ron
was standing.
"Ron, this is my mother, Mrs. Murakami."
"Hello, Ron-" Ron was not in the mood for pleasantries. He set her
husband down next to her, and went charging through both of their heads. He
convinced them to fill out paperwork with their lawyer to turn over custody of
Miko to Ron's mother, and to make up a story about where she was staying. He
sloshed around a few commands to keep him safe, and then sent them on their
way.
"I may stay, then?" Miko was very shy, and Ron found this very
attractive. More so, since he had not instilled her willingness to obey.
"Yes, Miko. You may stay as long as you wish. I will not hurt you.
However, I do wish to look at your bruises. I can tell your hip hurts,
because you're limping slightly."
"It is nothing, Ron, merely a small bruise."
"That may be so. But, the other girls are being attended to, and
before I try to deal with my Mom, I need to know that everyone else is okay,
because she is definitely not. I've got her in a sort of 'suspended
animation', so she can't feel anything right now. That's why I'm taking my
time, I know she isn't suffering. Now, let's go up to my room real quick."
Ron led her up the stairs and into his room. He shut the door for privacy,
and turned on a light. He looked at Miko. She was beautiful. She was an
absolute goddess in Ron's eyes. Maybe it was her personality, maybe it was
just that she was oriental, but Ron loved just looking at her.
"Okay, let's get you undressed, so I can see what I have to deal
with." Ron gently helped her out of her clothes. She had not fared as badly
as the others, since she was not a family member, but she had not escaped
Marinda's attack unscathed. Standing in front of him now, completely nude,
Miko bowed her head.
"Miko, are you ashamed of your body?" She moved her head in a very
small nod. "Well, you shouldn't be. I think you are very pretty. Well,
except for this nasty cut here, and that bruise there." He was teasing, and he
got the smile he was looking for. "That's better. You look 100% better when
you're smiling."
Ron lightly placed his hand on her hip. He could see her wince, but
she said nothing. Ron thought back to his training. He'd read the book on
healing, but almost all of that applied exclusively to his own body. 'Oh,
well. When in doubt, improvise.' Ron simply imagined that her body was
really a part of his own. He could feel now where she hurt. One by one, he
eased the pains, and started her body back to health. When he was done, he
opened his eyes, to see her deep blue eyes looking back at him in wonder, and
appreciation.
"You did that?" He nodded. "Thank you." Ron reached over and kissed
her gently. She immediately responded in kind. Ron moved his hand from her
hip to her buttock, and softly pulled her to him. Her firm breasts pressed
into his chest, and his groin rubbed against hers. Her entire body was
inviting him to take her, and he wasn't about to object. They broke the kiss,
and he had her remove his clothes. Now they both stood, naked, and fully
aroused. Ron moved her over to the bed, and laid her down onto it. He had
healed the bruises, but her body was still sore, so he had to be careful. He
gently massaged her shoulders, enjoying the sensuous feel of her skin under
his fingers. He massaged her breasts, heightening her arousal with his touch.
His fingers meandered across her stomach, down to the outside of her legs.
He brushed ever so gently across her hips, so as not to cause pain, and moved
down to her legs. He had always enjoyed giving massages to his family. Now,
he would give them to his extended family. Somehow, he never got quite as
much enjoyment out of getting a massage as he did giving one. Probably just a
strange quirk of his nature. He rubbed her feet, then moved up to massage her
calves. His touches were gentle, his caresses sensuous. Slowly he moved up
her legs, and she parted them to give him access. His hands stopped just
short of her lips, and she moaned in anticipation. Ron leaned in and gave her
a few short licks on her pussy. She was already sopping wet. He sucked her
clit into his mouth, and tongued it. She wriggled in pleasure. Ron couldn't
stand it any longer, he needed to screw this girl. But, that wasn't right.
Miko hadn't been like the others. She was the only one he was content to go
slow with.......
'"Ron, honey..."
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Do you know what 'making love' is?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, it's just sex, right?"
"It's sex, yes, but it's sex with someone you love dearly, and it's
gentle and warm and sensual....'
His mother's words echoed in his head. 'Love? I can't love her, I
don't think I even know what that kind of love is!' But there it was. Ron
couldn't really deny it, he was in love with this girl he'd only met twice,
and had sex with, or was about to, on both occasions.
Ron looked into her eyes, and he saw a warmth he had never known from
any other woman, or girl. She was also wondering why he had stopped.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, Miko. I was just thinking about something." Ron gave her clit
another quick kiss, and then moved up her body. Their lips finally met, and
her tongue urged its way into his mouth. As they kissed, she reached down and
gently guided his tool to her opening. He pressed in gently, and her tunnel
opened up to accept him. They continued to kiss, and they rolled onto their
sides. In this position, they began a slow, easy rhythm. Nobody's arms got
tired, and nobody was getting crushed. It took a little getting used to, but
once he did, Ron loved this position. This was almost an extension of the
massage, except that it was mutual. Ron caressed her bruised back, and she
embraced him. They continued in this way for some time. Finally, Ron broke
it off, and asked her to turn over. He had heard of one other position,
similar to the one they had just been in. A little more difficult, he entered
her from the back. His cock pressed against the front wall of her pussy this
way, allowing for greater friction. He lightly massaged her breasts, as she
pressed back into him, and they rocked back and forth, enjoying each other's
bodies. Gradually, the pace quickened, never reaching a frenzy, but enough to
make the bed squeak. They both came together, shuddering out their orgasms
with quiet moans.
"Thank you, Ron."
"For what?" He wasn't sure what she was thanking him for.
"For letting me stay. For caring for me. For caring for my body..."
She couldn't continue. He pushed himself up on one elbow, and he could see
tears in her eyes. His heart lept to his throat: he didn't want her to be
sad.
"Hey, Miko, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay." He kissed
away her tears, and made a silly face. Again, he got the smile he was looking
for. "Now, do you want to help me with Mom, or are you not up to that?"
"No, I will help you. You have already done so much for me." Miko
and Ron got dressed, and headed downstairs.
This was the part Ron was dreading. He knew his mother had taken the
brunt of the attack. Both because she was the ultimate target, and because
she would have tried to defend the family. They stepped into her bedroom, and
Ron almost broke down.
"Oh, God, Mom, I'm sorry..." Miko felt his grief, and rested her hand
on his shoulder to show her support. He rested his hand on hers for a moment,
then straightened up. "Alright, let's get to work. I think we need to clean
her up before I let her feel anything again. Miko, turn on the light please.
Low, so as not to hurt her eyes. " The light just made her look worse, but
Ron had to move past that. Miko, go in the bathroom and wet a washcloth with
warm water. And bring me the first aid kit, it's in there too.
Miko returned with the items to find Ron sitting on the bed holding
his mother's hand, whispering something to her. "Ron? Here are the things
you asked for." Ron took them and thanked her. He started cleaning her
bruises, and her cuts, but he'd never seen a woman bleed from her vagina
before. At least, not in this manner. "I don't know how to fix this."
"Ron? Could you not help her the same way you helped me?"
"I can try, Miko. While I'm doing that, could you see if you can
clean her up down there?" Miko set to work, while Ron rested his hand on his
Mom's arm. It didn't matter where he touched her, just so that he made
contact. He saw the damage, and he healed it as much as was possible. She
would be very uncomfortable for several days, but she would be okay. He
didn't have the energy left to deal with her other wounds, but these were all
minor. He and Miko bandaged them up before he woke her up.
Finally, there was no more point in delaying. Ron hesitated, and Miko
mistook his intent. "I should leave."
"No! I mean, no, Miko. I'm just not sure I can face her, after what
I let happen here. I really need you to help me through this." Miko returned
to his side, and placed her hand on his arm.
"I will stay. So long as you want me, I will stay."
Ron nudged his mother's mind to consciousness. He hadn't yet fixed
all of what Marinda had done. He had removed the majority of her controls,
but he wanted to apologize first, before continuing. She came out of it,
slowly, and the first words out of her mouth wrent his heart in two.
"Oh, God, this hurts." Then she saw them sitting there, and, while
she didn't remember the girl, or recognize her, she did recognize her son.
"Ron." She tried to sit up, but Ron held her down.
"Don't move around, Mom. You're pretty banged up. Oh, geez, Mom, I'm
sorry..." He couldn't even get the rest out. He broke down, and buried his
face in her shoulder.
"It wasn't your fault, Ron. There's nothing you could have done."
"But there WAS! I did fix the problem, Mom, just not in time." His
words were muffled, but she understood him.
"Well, there's no point in fussing over it now. I'm not dead, just
bruised. Bruises heal." She patted her son's head as he calmed down. She
looked to the girl. "Do I know you?"
"I'm Miko, ma'am. I came just before the evil one arrived. I'm
afraid I wasn't of much aid either."
"You're a friend of Ron's?"
Sandra understood the look she saw in the young girl's eyes far better
than Ron. 'Oh, yes, she is a friend of Ron's alright. Well, she looks like a
very nice girl.' Then Miko answered. "Yes, ma'am, I guess I am. Ron has
agreed to allow me to stay with him."
"Hmmm? Oh. I see. You asked to stay?"
"Yes, he is much kinder than my family. He and I met at the dance.
He was very nice to me then. That is why I am here now." Miko was very
careful to leave out any description of what they had done, since she did not
know to what extent his mother had been influenced.
"I see. Did you enjoy his... attentions?" Sandra managed to convey
an entire array of messages with this question. 'I know what you did. I am
not upset. I have been there, too. Welcome to the family.'
Miko blushed, but she murmured, "Yes, ma'am, very much."
Ron finally sat back up and said, "You know, it's not nice to talk
about me like I'm not here."
Miko refocussed her attention fully on Ron. Sandra took note of this
and smiled. Then she said, "Ron, honey. Maybe you could have stopped him,
but the important thing is that you got here before he really hurt someone
bad. Where is he?" She expected him to either say 'dead' or 'in jail'.
"I don't know. I don't care. He won't be coming back here anymore."
"And the woman?"
"She's with Dad. She just has... a few minor modifications to her
attitude." Sandra smiled at that, realizing that she herself had undergone a
few of his 'minor modifications'. She had finally understood, while he was
gone, that Ron had somehow been manipulating the whole family. She was sure
she should be upset, but she found it impossible to be angry with him. So,
she just accepted it. Besides, he was a gentle lover, a good kid, smart, and
would probably land a good job when the time came. She felt she could do a
lot worse. Little did she know he'd already landed a job a hell of a lot
better than any she'd imagined.
"Well, I need to go to the restroom. Could one of you help me up?"
Ron and Miko helped her out of bed, and Miko took her to the restroom. Though
Ron had seen his mother's body, there were just some aspects of girl anatomy
he had no interest in, and how they go to the bathroom was one of them.
When his mother was finished, they got her dressed in a robe, so that
she could go see the rest of the family. The living room was a total
disaster.
"It looks like a battle took place in here" His mother said.
"One did. The little witch thought she could beat me." replied Ron.
"Are you hurt at all? Did she hit you with anything?" Ron could see
his Mom still didn't quite get it.
"It wasn't a physical battle, Mom. It was a mental battle, and, no,
she didn't manage to hurt me at all. I think you should rest here, Mom. Have
a seat on the couch. I'll get the rest of the family. Miko, would you stay
with her, please, and get her whatever she needs?"
"Yes, Ron." Ron nodded his thanks, and headed upstairs.
Sandra turned to Miko. "Do you love him?"
Miko was not surprised. "Yes, I think I do."
"Well then, welcome to the family. He'll make you happy. He takes
good care of all of us."
"We should make sure to take good care of him. There are many of us,
and only one of him."
"Many? Has he added some I don't know about?"
"Possibly. I am new here."
"Well, we'll take good care of him. After all, we all love him in one
way or another."
Upstairs, Ron went into each room. Nobody was sleeping. He asked
each of his sisters if they felt well enough to come down. They both did,
again thanking him for his help with a hug and a kiss. The whole troop
marched downstairs for a big family meeting. Ron took a look around, and
realized for the first time how big his family had become. There were the
originals: Mom, Nikki, Dawn. Then there was Jess, Megan, Tammy, and Miko. He
marveled at how his family had grown in such a short time.
Both Nikki and Dawn went over and sat beside Sandra. Miko discreetly
backed off, and Ron motioned her to come sit by him.
"It's good to have you back, Ron. I see you've brought a couple new
friends. Well, you called this meeting. Go ahead."
"Thank you, Mom. First off, I want to apologize to all of you. I
wish I could have gotten here sooner, to stop Marinda before she got started."
Everyone acknowledged this in their own way, each in turn forgiving him for
his error. "Further, I want you to know that neither Dad nor Marinda will
ever come bother us again." There was general relief at that announcement.
"Now then... Tammy, when was the last time you went home?"
"Oh, about a week ago." He knew she'd been spending a lot of time
over here, even before he left.
"Well, I guess you're as much a part of the family now as anyone. As
you can see, there are now eight of us. I can't say whether or not there will
be more of us in the future...." Just then, he looked over at Dawn, and
noticed the slight bulge in her stomach. He thought it made her look very
sexy. He smiled at her, and got one in return. "Actually, I guess I can
guarantee there will be at least _one_ more." Everyone laughed. It was just
what was needed to break the mood.
"Ron, where are we all going to sleep?"
"Well, tonight we'll just have to make do, but tomorrow, I'm going to
find us a new place to live."
"We can't afford a new place to live, honey. I'm barely making it as
it is."
"Don't worry about that, Mom. I've got a job working for CAMP. You
can quit your job and stay home. My job pays way better than yours."
"Well. I can't argue with that."
"Other business that needs tending to....."
And he carried on with the new orders of business, in the new Chaffey
household.
End Chapter 4
End Part 2
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