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CAMP - Ron's Journey
Part 4: Ron Begins The Program
by WhiteStar

Chapter 1: A Change in Job Description

	Ron and Michelle walked back into the house, only to find a furious
debate going on.  Before they got involved, Ron asked Michelle to go do
a favor for him, so to keep her out of the strife.  Then Ron entered the
scene, but stood quietly against a wall, waiting for the right time to
interject his presence.
	"You can't do this!"
	"Come off it, Dawn, this is crazy!"
	"Why are you shutting us out?"
	"I'm not shutting you out, guys.  Look, I just need to get away from
here.  I want to get on with my life.  Ron is great, but I want a
husband, a family of my own, a <life> of my own.  I can't have that
here."
	"What if they come after you?"  It was an astute question, posed by her
younger sibling.  Dawn didn't have an answer.  Just then, Michelle
appeared in a doorway and nodded to Ron.
	"That won't be a problem." Ron said.  Everyone looked at him.  "Dawn,
for the life of me I still don't know why you want to leave.  However,
it is your choice to do so, and I accept that, now.  I had Kumiko make
some calls, and Michelle has confirmed a few things for me.  You may
leave this house, but you are <not> going alone."
	"What do you mean?  Of course, I'm taking Nathan..."
	"That's not what I'm talking about.  You're afraid that I am attracting
too many people who want to hurt the Family.  I am placing you in the
care of another person like myself."  Dawn began to protest, but Ron
raised a hand.  "Don't even bother.  There will be no discussion of this
issue, at all.  You may leave this house, but you are not going out
there alone, it is too dangerous.  What we've seen lately is only a
beginning.  This thing is going to get worse, and I can't keep
protecting you from long distances.  So, you will be put in the care of
an individual I trust.  He will allow you to live as you choose, but he
will be there, close by, to keep you out of harm's way."  
	Ron walked out of the room, effectively quelling any argument that
might have been raised.  If there had been any doubt at all in the
family's mind before, it was now crystal clear who the master of this
domain was.  Dawn, unwilling to just let the issue drop, wanted to
follow after Ron, but Kumiko blocked her way, and simply shook her
head.  Dawn knew then that the whole thing had been pre-arranged, and
that this was the only way she was getting out of the house.
	"Why, Miko?" Dawn pleaded.
	"Master Ron decided a long time ago that none of us could be allowed to
live unprotected anymore.  He honored me by discussing possible options
with me some months ago, for just this eventuality."
	"You set me up."  Dawn was furious.
	"Please, Miss Dawn, do not look at it that way.  What I have done is to
provide you with the only way to get what you want.  This was the only
plan that would allow you to leave.  Each of us, if we decide to leave
this home, will have a 'protector', a bodyguard.  Someone whom Master
Ron trusts.  Do not fight it, Miss Dawn, or you will find that your
request will be denied.  Master Ron has treated you kindly, and you are
showing him great disrespect in return.  Do not make him use his
ultimate authority here, I pray you."
	With that, there was nothing more to be said.  Dawn did have one
question more, though.
	"Why did you spend a half hour pleading my case in there, then?"
	"Miss Dawn, you are getting what you requested, which is, out of this
home.  It took me that long to convince the Master just to let you
leave.  Do not be fooled; he is not happy or content with the
situation.  He has yielded to your wishes out of courtesy to you, and
some familial connection.  Do not make him dishonor himself by forcing
him to go against his decision."
	"Very well.  Wonderful, I get to spend life with a babysitter."  Dawn
stomped off to her room, muttering under her breath.

	Megan had taken over the job of answering the door from Kumiko, who
found she would tremble slightly ever since the attack.  Therefore, it
was Megan who greeted an entire troop of people, just a couple hours
after the "family discussion" of Dawn's departure.
	"Hello, may I help you?"  She asked, politely.
	"Hi, Megan.  My name is Mike McGavin, and we're here to see Ron.  Is he
available?"
	"Oh, yes.  He's expecting you.  Please come in."  Megan led them to the
living room, and left them there to go find Ron.
	"Are you sure he's ready, Mr. McGavin?" asked one of the others in the
room.
	"It don't much matter now, does it?  We can't wait on this one, we've
got to run with what we've got."
	Ron entered the room, and stopped dead in his tracks.  Arrayed in a
semicircle in the room were ten men, all dressed in white, along with
Pete and Mike.  <The Committee!  What do they want?  And what are they
doing out of the compound?>  "Good afternoon, sirs.  Welcome to my home,
please have a seat, if there are enough...."  There was general laughter
as everyone but Pete took a seat, and he stood off against the wall. 
"Well, what can I do for you all?"
	Mike spoke for the group.  "Ron, we've got a problem.  We still can't
get any details about your attackers."
	"What more do you need?  They're Russian, they're part of the organized
crime world in Russia, and they don't know who hired them to pull the
job.  I told you all of this weeks ago."
	One of the committee members spoke up, "But what we really need to know
is who they were working for.  Couldn't you weasel that info out of
them?"
	"I'm telepathic, not clairvoyant.  I can't pull out of their heads
something they don't know.  They didn't know who hired them.  They only
knew where to go to collect their money.  I was monitoring that
location, but since their job was a failure, no one showed up to pay
them."
	There was a general consensus that Ron had done what he could that
night, given the circumstances.
	"So, what can I do for you all, given this little crisis?"
	"It's not a little crisis anymore, Ron.  We've lost six psionics in the
last four weeks.  This is looking like a concerted attack on CAMP.  The
attack on Marinda, um, Diane, and your son would appear to suggest that
CAMP members are not the only ones under attack."
	"I've got a question about that:  Why didn't they attack me?  I mean,
I'm the psionic here, why did they pretty much avoid me until they
didn't have any options?"
	"We really don't know."  responded another committee member, "But my
guess would be that they have some spies, and they are aware of your
level of ability.  They may be trying to formulate a plan for dealing
with you.  It may be that they hoped by killing your son, later they
could steal the body, and learn something from it.  This of course makes
the assumption that your ability was passed on, but maybe the Russians
know something we don't.  They've been sinking more money into research
than we have."
	"Uh-huh.  Well, you still haven't told me why you're here."
	"We need to move up the schedule on your job description, Ron."  Mike
began.  "This situation has all the makings of a real catastrophe if
we're not ready for it whenever whatever is going to happen, happens. 
We'd like you to begin work for us now."
	"But what about my high school diploma?  I mean, I got the impression
that my job is going to take up all of my time, leaving no time for
study and homework."
	"That is correct, it probably will.  A lot of what you will be doing is
basic research, but focussed on a specific goal.  How have your
programming skills progressed?"  inquired a third member.
	"Well, I'm proficient in C++, C, and Java, and I have passing knowledge
of Perl, Pascal, Fortran, TCL, and Ada.  Just exactly what are you going
to need?"
	"Well, mostly we'll have to let you decide that.  You'll need to figure
out how to do what it is we need to do.  It may be impossible, and we
are preparing for that contingency.  While we will give you all the time
we can, we must inform you that time <is> of the essence in this
operation.  We can get you your high school diploma without a problem. 
Let's face it, you and I both know you're smarter than most of the
seniors in the school already, if not all of them."
	Ron had to admit that, yeah, he probably was.  "Alright, when do I
start, and where do we go from here?"  The conversation proceeded for
another two hours, covering details, schedules, and materiel needs. 
Somewhere along the line, Dawn wandered into the room.
	<Wonder why all these guys are wearing white?  Hey, there's Mike. 
Wonder what's up?>  Just then some movement out of the corner of her eye
caught her attention, and her eyes fell on Pete.  Her entire body began
to tingle, and she started to get wet.  <My God!  What a hunk!  Those
eyes, that face, that body!  He makes my knees weak just to look at
him!>  Pete noticed the attention, and was puzzled by her reaction.  He
wasn't using any controls on her, and so therefore he found it strange
that she was so awestruck with him.  He smiled politely at her, and he
thought she was going to faint.  <Strange girl.>
	As the meeting wrapped up, Ron noticed Dawn.  "Hey, sis.  How long you
been here?"  Ron noticed her obvious distraction, and it took her a
while to acknowledge him.
	"Hmm?  What?  Oh, just a few minutes.  Who is this?"  She indicated
Pete.
	"This is Pete, you're new protector."  Ron was hoping her obvious
attraction to him would make this easier.  It didn't.  Dawn's face
paled, then went beet red.  She hauled back and smacked Pete as hard as
she could.  The slap silenced all sounds in the room.
	"You bastard!  You slimey scum-maggot!  How dare you!"  Dawn ran out of
the room and up the stairs.
	"What was that about, Ron?"  Pete would have been rubbing his face, if
he hadn't seen the slap coming and put up a shield in the nick of time.
	<Women!  I'll never figure out their emotional side!>  "Pete, we need
to talk...."  Ron led him out of the living room, and they ended up in
the den.
	"Look, Ron, I'm not a bodyguard."
	"Pete, I'm asking you for a favor.  Not as a CAMP member, but as a
friend.  She refuses to stay here.  I've tried everything short of
reprogramming her, which I won't do.  If she really wants to leave, then
I want her out of here.  But, I'm not letting her go unprotected.  If
you won't do it, I'll just have to find someone else who will."
	"Hey, chill out.  I didn't say I wouldn't do it, but I mean, what do I
get out of it?"
	"The standard here would be for me to let you have your way with her,
right?"
	"Well, I suppose, if there were a standard."  Pete grinned.
	"Well, all right.  BUT, hear this good, Pete.  If you hurt her, if you
beat her, if you get violent,  there will be hell to pay.  Do you
understand?"
	"Ron, I think you're forgetting that I'm a higher ranked psionic than
you are."
	"Don't make me put that to the test, Pete."  Ron's voice clearly
indicated that he wasn't bluffing, wasn't exaggerating, and definitely
wasn't kidding.
	"Okay, okay.  Gee, take away all a guy's fun...."  Ron led Pete up to
Dawn's room.  Without knocking, they walked in.
	Dawn was sitting, curled up, on her bed.  She crouched, as if to
pounce, when she saw them.
	"You just stay put, sister dear."  Ron commanded.  "I think your
behavior has been completely inappropriate.  This man has agreed to take
his time to protect your ass, and you repay him by physical violence?  I
think you owe him one very big apology."
	Dawn lowered her head for a moment, then mumbled, "I'm sorry."
	Ron nudged Pete a little and said, "Does that satisfy you?"
	Pete took the hint.  "I don't think she really means it, Ron."
	Ron sighed audibly.  Pete thought he was overdoing it, but kept his
peace. "Very well, Sis.  If you don't want to do it the easy way, I
think you're going to have to have a spanking."  Dawn gaped at him,
wide-eyed.
	"You wouldn't dare!"  She gasped.
	"Oh, I would, but I'm not the one who's going to give it to you.  You
didn't insult me.  You insulted Pete.  Have at it, Pete." Ron turned to
leave, and sent the message, <Remember my warning.  Spanking is one
thing, beating is another.  Have fun, but don't be cruel.> Pete nodded,
and Ron left the room.
	Pete turned his eyes on Dawn, evaluating her assets.  He could see the
fear in her eyes, and it was exciting him.
	"Well, young lady, come over here."  Pete sat on the edge of her bed. 
Dawn reluctantly got up and walked over to him.  She was getting mixed
signals from herself now.  She found this guy incredibly attractive, but
she also considered the entire idea of a permanent babysitter an offense
to her maturity.  Further, the mere thought that he was actually going
to spank her revolted her.  She stood before him, with a look of
contempt.  "Lay over my lap, young lady.  You need to be taught some
manners."  Dawn hesitated, and Pete grabbed her hand, and yanked her
down over his lap.  Luckily for Pete, she was wearing a skirt today.  He
pulled it up over her waist, and, to his delight, found that she wasn't
wearing any panties.  "My, my, my.  What a shameful woman you are." 
Dawn turned red.
	Dawn never really thought he'd do it.  She figured it was all for show,
a way of initiating her into his group.  She changed her mind rather
quickly.  The first blow was a revelation.  Their parents had never
spanked them to discipline, and so she had never felt the sting of a
bare hand on her ass.  First it was almost numb, then the pain kicked
in, followed rapidly by a burning sensation.  Pete kept up the blows,
steadily, until he reached twenty.  By that time, there were tears
pouring from Dawn's eyes.  Though she tried to keep them closed, her
legs had fallen open during the onslaught.  Pete ventured his hand
between her legs to find, as he had half-expected, that she was indeed
wet from this experience.  Pete continued to rub her ass, running
repeatedly over the red marks his hand had left.  His hand stung as
well, but he figured, not as much as her behind did.  He ventured again
between her legs.  He pressed his hand into her pussy mound.  She
jerked, and then she moaned.
	"You are mine now, Miss."  Pete said.  Dawn tried to struggle away from
his hand, but Pete wouldn't let her.  He clamped his other hand firmly
on her backside, and continued his motions.  He inserted his middle
finger deep into her cunt, and wiggled it around.  He was enjoying this,
without any controls at all.  Dawn was sopping wet by now, and Pete's
cock was straining at his jeans.  He figured it was time to let it out
and have some fun.  He took his hand out of her pussy, and tossed her
onto the bed.  She froze for a moment, and that was all the time he
needed.  He slammed a movement control on her, and moved above her.  He
reached down and tore the dress from her body.  <God, she is gorgeous! 
No wonder Ron didn't want to give her up.>  He then undressed himself. 
His cock was already fully hard, and he needed this one bad.  Pete was
done forcing her, and so he wiggled his way into her head, implementing
some mental control of his own, so she would participate a little more
willingly.  Ron had made this possible a few hours before, rearranging
Dawn's controls a little.  Suddenly, she was hot for Pete.  She was
feeling him up all over.  She massaged his balls and stroked his dick.
	"Please, put it in me.  I need it now."  She said.  Pete was quite
ready to oblige.  He plunged his dick all the way into her cunt on the
first stroke.  He forewent the foreplay, and pounded into her like a
jackhammer.  Dawn was reeling beneath him, from an intense orgasm that
hit her almost as soon as he had entered her.  This continued for
minutes, Pete pounding away, Dawn writhing and moaning.  Finally, Pete
pulled out of her and flipped her over.  Dawn was not prepared for the
rude intrusion into her ass, and screamed when he entered.  Pete didn't
let that worry him, he pushed into her quickly, and pulled out almost as
quickly.  Ron's basic controls allowed her to lube up quickly, but she
was still quite uncomfortable.  Ron had never been this rough with her. 
Pete picked up the pace as soon as she loosened, and was plunging in and
out of her ass at an alarming rate.  He reached down and kneaded her
tits, pinching her nipples and rolling them between his fingers.  Dawn
had three more orgasms this way, and was thoroughly exhausted.  Pete
continued pushing into her.  Finally, he pulled out, and spun her
around.
	"Suck me off, girl."  Dawn looked at his cock in distaste, knowing
where it had just been.  Peter, unhappy with her hesitation, simply
said, "Now!"
	Dawn went to work on his dick.  The taste almost made her sick, but
another of Ron's controls took care of that, and her stomach eased.   
She sucked him down into her throat, and then pulled him almost all the
way out.  She continued this process until her throat began to get
sore.  She took him back into her mouth, using her tongue to lash around
his cock.  
	Peter was finally reaching his climax.  He grabbed the back of her head
and shoved his cock in right up to his balls.  She gagged momentarily,
but then she was okay.  Pete poured spurt after spurt of his seed down
her throat, coming for what seemed like ages.  When he was finished, he
had her clean off his cock.
	"You and I are gonna have a lot of fun together, little girl."  Pete
said as he got dressed.  Then he went downstairs, leaving Dawn with her
thoughts.

	"You were a little rough with her."
	"Sorry."
	"I can live with it.  I don't like it, but I can live with it.  But
don't get any worse."  Ron walked off, leaving Pete to contemplate his
new follower.  It was unusual for CAMP members to make bargains like
this, but it was obvious that Ron didn't really much care about
traditional methods as much as he wanted results.  <Oh, well.  Teaching
was getting boring anyway.  Maybe I should become a used car salesman?> 
He chuckled to himself at the thought.  <Or maybe a real estate agent.>

	Later that day, as everyone was getting ready to leave, and Dawn was
saying her final good-byes to the family, Michelle showed up with her
suitcase.
	"I guess I go with you guys, huh?"  Everyone looked at her, and then at
Ron, waiting for him to explain to her.
	"No, Mickey.  You won't be going to CAMP.  Since some things have
changed, it's been decided that it would be best if you stayed here, and
I continued to teach you."  Michelle brightened at that, and gave Ron a
big hug and a kiss.
	"Fine with me!"  She let him go, but stayed right by him.
	Ron stepped over to his sister.  "Well, Dawn, I know you're upset, and
I know you think I'm being mean.  I can only hope that someday you'll
understand why it has to be this way."  They embraced one final time,
and then everyone left.  Ron and Michelle stood there, watching them
go.  Silently, Ron took Michelle's hand, and they continued to stand
there, until the cars could no longer be seen.
	"My Mom thinks I'm going to be gone for eight weeks."  Michelle
reminded Ron.
	"Well, you're always welcome here, of course.  Besides, it will make
your training easier."  He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss, and then
they headed back into the house.


End Chapter 1
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