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

Chapter 3 - Development

	They had another week together, working on the audio program, before
Michelle had to return to high school.  She wasn't ready to skip through
those grades, and Ron didn't want her to be shortchanged on her
education, so they both said their good-byes.  Although they would see
each other on weekends, they would both probably be too busy during the
week for any encounters.
	Before she left, they had gotten the timing for the audio program down
to a fifteen minute total.  Ron spent much time on his own trying to
figure how to reduce it even futher.  Eventually, after about six weeks,
Ron got it down to four one-minute segments.  He was quite pleased with
himself, for almost a whole day.  Then the world came crashing down on
his project.
	Reality sunk in when Ron tried to broadcast his signals to a
neighboring house.  The signals he sent should have been quite obvious,
and should have resulted in a rather spectacular sight for Ron. 
However, the young lady next door listening to the radio wasn't affected
at all.  Two more experiments with different people confirmed that it
wasn't the individual.  The signal didn't work if it didn't have the
proper audio equipment to transmit it.
	
	Ron was wandering through the house, mumbling to himself one afternoon,
when he came upon an argument in progress.
	"You just stay away from him, Tammy!" shouted Nicole.
	"Why should I?  Just because you say so?" retorted Tammy.
	"Hey, I saw him first!"
	"Big deal!  He likes me better than you!"
	Kumiko tried to intervene.  "Come on, girls.  Let's not fight over such
trivial things as boys.  You don't want Master Ron to hear you, do you?"
	"Screw Ron!  This is about Kevin!" pouted Nicole.
	"While it sounds like a fun idea, Nikki, I don't think I'm up to it
right now." Ron startled all of them; they had not noticed his presence
in the room.  "Who's Kevin?"
	"He's only like THE cutest boy in school.  And Tammy's trying to steal
him from me!"  The look in her eyes pleaded with him to do something.
	"Hey!  Not fair getting your brother involved!" whined Tammy.
	"Enough.  I don't have time for this shit.  Get this worked out amongst
yourselves.  Don't make me have to deal with this, because you won't
like it."  With that, he motioned Kumiko out of the room, and left. 
They could hear the argument resume behind them.
	"Yes, Master?  What may I do for you today?"
	"Kumiko, are you feeling alright?  You look very pale."
	"Actually, Master Ron,  I have not been feeling well lately.  I've been
sick to my stomach a lot, and I can't seem to get any energy."
	"Well, call Dr. Brown and have her come out and look at you.  If you're
not comfortable talking to her, have Mom call.  Okay?"  She nodded, and
he gave her a peck on the cheek before moving off, returning to his
mumblings about audio circuits and speaker fidelity.

	Dr. Brown showed Ron her usual disdain for him, until he got within ten
feet of her.  Then, the programming he had placed in her mind kicked
in.  Instantly, her body was tingling.  She had trouble concentrating on
her duties, so aroused was her entire nervous system.  Seeing this, Ron
left the room to leave her to her work.
	She began a basic examination of Kumiko.  Meanwhile, she pondered to
herself why she seemed to go ballistic every time Ron was near her.  <I
just can't understand it.  I don't find him attractive, and this
lifestyle he leads!  It's positively repulsive!>
	When she had finished the exam, she called Ron back into the room, as
requested.  "The young lady is pregnant.  I assume that you will be
deciding whether or not to keep this one, as well?"  Loathing dripped
from her voice.
	Ron looked over at Kumiko.  She simply bowed her head for a moment, and
then nodded to Ron. 
	"We'll keep this child, yes, Doctor."  Ron crossed the room over to
her.  She backed away in disgust, until he reached out, grabbed her, and
gave her a kiss full on the mouth.  Immediately, her body was wracked
with a mind-bending orgasm that made her so weak in the knees, she
nearly fell.  When Ron broke the kiss, she was short for breath.
	"All further visits will be in your office, Doctor."  Ron kicked in his
mental powers for the next part.  "Every time you see Kumiko, it will
remind you of the feelings you just had.  It will make you very horny. 
You will not be able to touch Kumiko, but you will have sexual relations
with the patient you see right after Kumiko.  If that patient is
accompanied by a companion, you will invite them to join in as well.  Do
you understand these instructions?"  She nodded.  "Very good.  You may
go now."
	As Dr. Brown was leaving,  Ron went over and embraced Kumiko.  "You're
going to be a Mom, Kumiko.  I'm very happy."  Kumiko beamed.

	Ron really needed to talk to somebody.  It was eleven o'clock at night,
and most of the family was asleep already.  He wandered the house until
he found a light on.  Linda was in the library, reading a book.  She was
wearing a thin nightshirt, light blue in color and lacy.  She had her
legs tucked under her, and her hair pulled into a pony tail.  All
together, the image was very sexy.  Ron walked in and sat across from
her.  Then he waited for her to put her book down.
	"Something the matter, Ron?" she asked.
	"You could say that.  You know I've been working on this project for a
long time now."
	"Yes.  Although I don't know what it's about, I know you have put a lot
of time and effort into it.  Enough so that some family members have
grumbled about a lack of attention."  She smiled at him in that special
way she had.  He moved over next to her and laid his head on her
shoulder.
	"It won't work.  In the lab, it works fine, but it won't work in the
real world.  I've wasted a couple of months worth of effort."
	"Oh, Ron.  I'm sorry.  I sense that the project is important.  I wish
there was something I could do, but I don't know anything about that
technical junk."
	"Well, my problems don't stop there."
	"What do you mean?"
	"Kumiko's pregnant."
	"Well!  Congratulations, Pop!"
	"I don't know, Linda.  It doesn't feel right."
	"What do you mean?  Do you think the child isn't yours?"
	"No, nothing like that.  There's just something about the situation
that doesn't seem.... I don't even know how to describe it.  It's all
very confusing.  Really, I just wish I could stop thinking about it for
awhile."
	"I think we can manage that," she replied.  She pulled his face up to
hers, and kissed him full on the lips.  He responded with growing
eagerness, as she pulled his shirt off of him.  They broke the kiss to
remove her nightshirt, leaving her completely naked.  Ron rose to remove
the rest of his clothing, and then pulled her up to him.  They embraced
warmly, and he kissed her face, and then her neck.  In the library was a
fake fur rug, very soft and plush.  He set her down on it on her back,
and stood back to admire her body.
	"You are a very beautiful woman, Linda.  I just thought I should tell
you that."
	"Thank you.  Now come here and hold me."  Ron fell to her side, and
wrapped his arm around her waist.  She turned her face towards him, and
they continued their kissing.  Ron slowly moved his hand up to one of
her breasts.  He gently kneaded it, caressing its entire surface.  He
paid special attention to her nipple, making it stand up in arousal.  He
moved over to the other breast and repeated the procedure.  Ron broke
their kiss, and began moving down her body, kissing and licking as he
went.
	Ron suckled longingly at her tits, pulling them into his mouth as if he
were a child.  Before leaving them and moving onward, he gave each
nipple a light nip, causing squeals of pleasure from Linda.  Ron
continued down her body, stopping off at her navel to run his tongue
around the depression.
	Ron skipped over the rest of her body, and moved down to her feet.  He
first massaged each foot, getting Linda to relax, and making her body
more supple.  He kissed and sucked on her toes, taking each one into his
mouth and running his tongue around it.  He moved up to her ankle,
kissing as he went.  He massaged and kissed his way up her legs,
switching legs often to get equal coverage.  Linda was moaning softly
throughout the process, living in pure heaven.
	Finally, he approached her pussy.  Ron hesitated, teasing her, and then
lightly brushed his tongue against her labia.  She jumped, arching her
back and thrusting her cunt down towards him.  He moved back, not
allowing any more contact.  This was real torture, but he knew she loved
it.  He continued to use just a feather's touch, backing away when she
spasmed, for several minutes.  When he knew she could take little more,
he sucked her clit into his mouth and began lashing it with his tongue. 
Immediately, she came with an intense orgasm, writhing and thrashing on
the floor.  Her screams were strangled, as she was trying not to wake
the rest of the family.  Ron continued his onslaught throughout her
orgasm.  Linda nearly passed out from the enjoyment of it.  Finally, her
body, after repeated orgasms, pulled back from the brink.  Ron pulled
his mouth off her clit, but was still gently running his fingers up and
down her slit.
	"Oh, please, Ron!  I need to be fucked silly after all that!"
	Ron considered her request for maybe a microsecond before deciding that
she had, indeed, had enough torture and deserved a reward.  Ron climbed
up between her legs, and kissed her gingerly on the lips.  As they
parted from the kiss, he pressed his cock into her.  She let a low growl
escape her throat.  He pressed all the way into her, until his pelvis
met hers.  They remained like that for a long time, enjoying the
intimacy of the moment.
	Finally, upon mutual agreement, they began a slow, sensual rhythm. 
Neither of them was in a hurry now; they wanted it to last as long as
they could.  As they stroked back and forth, they massaged each other,
occasionally rolling over to let one or the other rest.  Ron spent much
time easing the tension in her legs, her neck, her back.  
	As Ron sensed that Linda was ready, he began picking up the pace. 
Meanwhile, he stimulated a few nerve endings, and helped her make the
climb towards climax.  As they increased their thrashings, they both
became more vocal.  Her earlier cries would have been nothing compared
to the combined din they were now creating.  As they reached orgasm,
both of them moaned loudly.
	After coming down, they laid side by side, still entwined, embracing
each other tenderly.  
	"Thank you, Linda.  I really needed someone to lean on tonight."
	"I'll always be here for you, Ron.  I'm just glad I could help."
	Ron pulled out of her, but they remained on the rug, embracing.  They
fell asleep, tired, but very satisfied.

	Several weeks passed by before Ron had established a new plan.  So
engrossed was he in his studies that it had not occurred to him lately
that he had not seen Michelle in some weeks.  He vowed to look in on her
at his earliest convenience, but that would be some time in coming.
	The new plan involved the visible spectrum rather than auditory
stimulus.  Many of the things he had figured out over the course of his
research actually made the job simpler than it had been using strictly
an audio signal.  Ron spent many days writing, verifying, and debugging
his source code.  Finally, after a hundred straight hours of work,
Nicole found him at his desk, asleep.  She reached across him to turn
off his computer, but he awoke abruptly.
	"Don't touch that!" he snapped.
	Nicole, startled, jumped back.  "Sorry, Ron.  You need to get some
sleep, though.  You look like shit."
	"Yeah, I suppose you're right, Nikki.  Sorry for hollering at you."  He
reached over and gave her a hug.  "Did you need something in specific?"
	"No, Mom just wondered where you were.  You've been spending an awful
lot of time in here, ya know."
	"This work is important.  It's almost finished, I hope.  I'll have to
test it out, but, I think I'll get some more sleep first."

	Ron had every intention of testing out his program on his new neighbor,
but he had to straighten out some other issues first.
	"Hello?  May I help.... Oh, Ron!  Hello!  We haven't spoken in some
time."  Mrs. Donalli gestured for him to come in.
	"Hello, Mrs. Donalli.  I'm looking for Michelle.  Is she here?"
	"Well, of course not, dear.  Why would she be here?"
	"This is her house, isn't it?"
	"Yes, of course it is."
	"Well?  Doesn't it seem natural for her to be in her house?"
	Mrs. Donalli's expression was confused, for a moment, but then she
brightened.  "Not at this time, no."
	Ron groaned to himself.  "Look, do you know where she is?"
	"Not the slightest clue," Mrs. Donalli replied merrily.
	"Doesn't that worry you?"
	"No."
	Without breaking protocol, Ron was not able to scan her.  However, even
his basic senses could tell that this woman was not behaving normally. 
He conducted a basic medscan, which was allowed, and proved to himself
that she was not drugged.  <What the fuck is going on here?>
	"Well, Mrs. Donalli, if you see Michelle, would you please tell her
that I am looking for her, and ask her to contact me?"
	"I'd be happy to, Ron, but I don't think I'll be seeing her anytime
soon.  I will post a note for her in her room, though.  Please have a
nice day."  She escorted him out, and shut the door behind him.
	An intense scan of the house proved that Michelle was not present, or
hiding nearby.  Obviously, Michelle had gone, but Ron didn't know
whether it was voluntarily or not.  <I'll have to check in with the
school.  Maybe she's just not living at home anymore.>  Just now,
however, he had a promise to keep with his little sister.  There was a
sale at the mall, and he had promised to take her up there after band
practice.  He drove his new Ford Expedition over to the school.

	"Why don't you just get the hell away from us, Kelly?"  screamed
Nicole.  "Yeah!" echoed Tammy.
	"I'm gonna rip you both a new asshole for this!"  Kelly and her gang of
friends advanced on the two.  
	Ron was rounding the corner just as the fight started.  Mostly, he was
irritated with his sister for getting into trouble.  However, since she
was outnumbered six to one, he felt he ought to intervene on her
behalf.  As it turned out, he didn't have time.
	Kelly, the leader, had knocked Nicole down, and was kicking her in her
side.  Two other girls were holding Tammy back, and a third was punching
her in the gut.  "This'll teach you to try to make it with guys we've
picked for ourselves.  You were warned.  Now you pay the price."
	Ron had stepped out of his truck just as Kelly was hauling back for a
heftier kick.  Then, out of nowhere, came the loudest roar Ron had ever
heard.  Everyone froze, stunned by the noise.  Ron turned to his left,
and what he saw nearly made him faint.  Standing not more than ten feet
from him, and less than six feet from his sister, was the largest damned
mountain lion he'd ever seen.  But this one was white.  Not albino, for
it had green eyes, but its fur was purest white.  It was staring rather
hungrily at the girl Kelly.
	As the puma approached the group, they all tried to move back.  Nicole,
in pain and rolling on the ground, couldn't get away.  Unfortunately,
the cat was between her and Ron.  The cat stood over Nicole, looking
down at her for a moment.  Then, turning toward the group, the cat
crouched.  It pulled back its lips and let out a blood curdling snarl,
right before launching itself at the girls still holding Tammy.  With
this, the girls broke free and ran as fast as they could.  Tammy slumped
to her knees, unable to remain standing.  The puma padded over to her
and rubbed up against her, like a big house cat.
	Ron approached carefully, but the cat showed no sign of aggression.  It
sat down quietly between the two girls, and stared at him.  Something
about the cat's posture was somehow familiar to him, something so
recognizable.........

	"Where am I?"  Looking around, Ron saw not the schoolyard, but a misty
venue, bathed in a soft pink light.  In the distance stood a figure. 
No, it was walking toward him: soon it was upon him.  It was...
	"Jessica!"  
	"Hello, Master Ron.  I hope my actions have pleased you."
	"Your.... actions?  You mean, bringing me here?  Of course I'm glad to
see you."
	"I am glad you are happy to see me, Master, but those were not the
actions of which I spoke.  I was referring to my intervention on Miss
Nikki's behalf."
	"You mean...[you're] the mountain lion?"  Ron was dumbstruck.
	"Yes, Master.  I felt that you would want me to protect your sister.  I
hope I have not acted out of turn."
	"No! No, that's fine, Jess, but, um, where are we?"
	"This is my existence, Master.  You are now on the plane of The
Watchers."
	"I don't understand."
	"In this realm reside those of us who have passed from humanity, who,
for one reason or another, cannot continue our journey until certain
events come to pass.  We can choose to explore the physical universe, or
watch our loved ones back on Earth.  I have chosen to spend my time
watching you, Master."
	"You say you can't continue your journey.  What's holding you up?"
	"My life is not my own, Master.  I willingly gave my destiny over to
you.  As such, I am bound by the laws of the realm to wait for you.  We
will all be evaluated together."
	"Are you saying that whatever I do now, even after you're dead, could
cause you to suffer punishment?"
	"No, Master, you misunderstand.  The realm we reside in does not judge
activities.  We have been linked permanently by my actions.  As such,
upon your passing from the physical plane, we will be evaluated to see
where we might best be utilized in the future.  Your family will remain
together, even after the passing."
	"Well, I guess that's good news.  I mean, I don't really understand all
this, Jess."
	"You need not understand it all, Master.  It is.  It will be.  That is
the way of things in this realm."
	"You said you were in the realm of The Watchers?"
	"The plane of The Watchers, Master.  Please don't confuse the terms."
	"Sorry.  Anyway, if they're just watchers, how come you intervened back
on Earth?"
	"It is a rare case that allows for physical manifestation back on the
physical plane.  However, they have decided that, due to circumstances
about which I know nothing, my presence would be a help to you.  As it
is part of their purpose to see to it that Earth progresses in positive
directions, they have allowed for this intervention."
	"Can you stay with me?  I mean, will you be there when I go back?"
	"I cannot return to Earth in human form.  The lioness is the
representation of my being.  She will remain with you for as long as she
is needed.  You can speak to me, here, at any time she is with you.  I
cannot, however, communicate with you if my manifestation is not
physically near you."
	Ron approached the girl before him.  "Thank you, Jess.  You can't know
how much I've missed you."  He reached out to her, but she stopped him
with a gesture.
	"You could not face the reality of this manifestation.  I will be there
when you need me.  Go now, and be well."

	Ron blinked,  and he was again back in the schoolyard.  The lioness was
still there, staring at him.  Now, he recognized the posture.  It was
distinctly Jessica, the way she would cock her head to the left and just
stare right through him.
	Remembering his duty, he moved to Nikki's side.  "Nikki!  Are you all
right?"
	Nicole moaned and rolled over onto her back.  She smiled weakly up at
her brother.  "Yeah, I guess so, Ron.  Geez, I feel like I got run over
by a truck."  Suddenly, her eyes fell on the big cat, and she got
frightened.
	Ron tried to comfort her.  "Shhh.  Don't worry, she won't hurt you. 
She saved your butt back there.  C'mon, let's get you into the truck." 
Ron picked her up and carried her to the vehicle, while the lioness
remained at Tammy's side.  Ron returned to look Tammy over.  As he bent
down, he rubbed his hand alongside the puma's face.  She rubbed up and
down against his palm, uttering a deep, soft purr.
	"Tammy?  You okay?"  Ron gave her a mild shake, and she began to stir. 
"Wake up, Tammy, we gotta go."
	"Ron?  Where am I?  The last thing I remember was this big..." Just
then she saw the cat, and screamed.  The puma didn't move, but Ron
grabbed Tammy so she wouldn't bolt.
	"Tammy!  Stop!  The cat saved your ass back there.  She's not a
problem, she won't hurt you.  Now let's get you back to the house.  Can
you walk?"  She responded in the affirmative, so he helped her to her
feet.  He walked her to the truck, with the puma following close behind
them.  He helped Tammy into the back seat, and then wondered how to deal
with the puma.
	He bent down to rub its face again, and look into its eyes.  "I sense
that I'm not supposed to tell the others who you really are, so I have
to treat you like an animal.  Is the back of the truck okay with you?" 
In response, the cat walked past him, rubbing her body against his, and
stood at the back of the truck, waiting to be let in.  "I'll take that
as a yes."  He opened up the back of the truck, and she jumped in and
lay down on the soft carpeting.  Ron got in and headed for home.

	The large cat was well accepted in the Chaffey household, largely
because Ron made it clear that she was not leaving, period.
	"What do we call her, Ron?" asked Nicole.
	"Well, she reminds me so much of Jessica, I think I'd like to name her
Jess."  No one objected, and so the puma became another part of a very
strange family.

	The next day, Ron headed over to the high school to search for
Michelle.  The easiest thing for him to do was to head to the office. 
Upon entering the office, he paused, reminiscing over pleasant memories
in this building.  He took time to look around, enjoying his
remembrances, until the secretary was finished with whatever she had
been doing.
	"May I... Ron!  Hey, great to see you!  I hear you graduated early. 
Way to go.  Are you attending the community college now?"
	"Hi, Ms. Mitchell.  No, I got a job right out of school.  A national
company, I'm there computer specialist in public relations."  This was,
technically, true, and it sounded good.
	"Glad to hear it!  So, what can we do for you today?"
	"I'm looking for a friend of mine, and she doesn't seem to be around
anywhere.  I was wondering if you could tell me what her class schedule
is."
	"Now, Ron.  You know that information is confidential.  I can't just
give that out to...."  Ms. Mitchell was distracted by one of the young
students who walked by, and into the back offices.  Apparently, he was a
student assistant to the principal, and quite clearly had no interest in
Ms. Mitchell.
	"Now, Ms. Mitchell.  I think I could make it worth your while."  She
caught the glimmer in his eyes, and guessed its meaning.
	"What did you have in mind?" she asked in a whisper.
	Ron responded in kind.  "I saw how you looked at that guy.  You've got
the hots for him big time.  But he probably doesn't know you exist,
right?"  She blushed a deep crimson, but said nothing.  Not that words
were needed.  "I can get him to do anything to you that you want him
to.  Just give me the info I want, and he's all yours."
	Ms. Mitchell considered the proposition, but her libido won the
argument.  "Okay, what is this student's name?"
	"Michelle Donalli."  He spelled it for her, and obtained her class
schedule.
	"Records indicate, though, that she has not been in class for the last
week and a half.  Attempts to reach her parents have failed.  Probably
they moved away without telling us.  Sorry, Ron, looks like you got
dumped."  Ms. Mitchell was sympathetic, but also getting very horny. 
Her eyes continued to dart towards the back room.
	"Oh, well.  Life sucks for me.  Oh, I guess I'd better live up to my
part of the bargain.  What's that guy's name?"
	"Darren."
	Ron headed into the back room, and had a few words with Darren.  When
he came out, he motioned Ms. Mitchell into the back room.  She headed
back, but stopped upon opening the door.  She turned around and smiled
at Ron.  He looked past her to see Darren standing, completely nude,
ready and waiting for her.
	"Have fun, Ms. Mitchell!" Ron called.  She winked and gave a wave
before darting into the room and closing the door.
	<Shit.  Michelle's been gone for a week.  Well, she IS a CAMP member,
so I guess I should call in the cavalry on this one.  I've got work to
do at home, anyway.>
	Ron might have been more concerned about Michelle's whereabouts given
the recent rash of psionic deaths, but his intuition was telling him
that something about Michelle was not kosher.  He couldn't yet put a
finger on it, but he had a strong feeling that she was not in any
danger.  Still and all, she needed to be found, but he could leave that
up to the specialists at CAMP.  He had a project to finish, and a new
target to acquire.

	Ron returned home to a quiet house.  Neither of his teacher friends
were home from the high school yet, and Nikki and Tammy were also in
class.  Sandra was at work, though Ron still didn't understand why she
insisted on working.  Megan was up in her room, reading a book.  She
greeted him cordially, but she could tell he was not presently
interested in her services, so she went back to her book.
	He found Kumiko and Jessica playing together in the back yard.  He
stood back and watched as Kumiko tossed a frisbee, and Jess ran after
it, catching it in her mouth just like a dog.  It seemed strange to see
a mountain lion playing catch, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. 
Without disturbing them, he returned to his lab to work on refining his
project.  He had been on the verge of a new breakthrough when he had
been interrupted by real life.  Now he set back to it with a vengeance.
	Four hours later, and he had verified it.  He had built the most
sophisticated psychological weapon known to man.  If the military only
knew....  Thinking along those lines brought Ron to an inevitable
conclusion about what CAMP might wish to do with his new program. 
Thinking that he might want a little insurance policy, he transferred
this new program over to a Versatile Optical Disc(VOD).  Having done
that, he put the VOD in a secure location.  CAMP wasn't going to get
their hands on this program.  It was way beyond what they had asked of
him.  As usual, Ron always delivered just a little extra.  In this case,
the "little extra" was terrifying, even to him.
	Having secured away his special program, Ron booted up the CAMP program
into his notebook computer.  It was just about time for the high school
kids to be getting out, and so Ron went up to the second floor balcony
to await the arrival of his target, one Clarissa J. Deneuve.

	Miss Deneuve lived next door to the Chaffeys, which was some way down
the block.  Ron had set up a small spotting scope to watch her
driveway.  Of course, he could have just televiewed, but he found that
tiring.  While he waited for Clarissa, he went over his own plans in his
mind.  CAMP's reticence in telling him all he wanted to know about their
present project concerned him a lot.  He felt he needed to be ready with
a backup plan, in case it turned out that CAMP's motives were not as
clean as he had been led to believe.
	Ron had been watching for about ten minutes when a car pulled up to his
neighbor's house.  A man, whom Ron assumed to be Mr. Deneuve, walked
briskly out of the house to meet the two surly looking gentlemen who had
exited the vehicle.  <I wonder who they are?>  A quick scan gave him the
answer.  <Hired thugs.  Leg breakers.  I wonder just what my neighbor is
involved with, and how can I use it to get my plans rolling?>  Ron's
backup plan required someone with contacts that he just didn't have.  It
required people who weren't worried about morality so long as there was
money in it.  It required.... crooks.
	He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he almost missed Clarissa's
arrival home on the bus.  He had completely missed the conversation
between her father and the thugs, so he still didn't know what it was
all about.  He decided it could wait, though.  He studied Clarissa as
she walked to her house, head held high, and her walk was more of a
strut.  <Bitch.>  Ron's first impression of her was that she felt she
was too good for him, or just about anyone.  He'd remedy that, real
soon.  He headed down to the lab to get his equipment.

	One of the things Ron had done as soon as he knew who his next target
was going to be, was to install some special equipment on their cable
line.  It wouldn't normally affect transmission, until he needed their
attention.  Then it allowed him to transmit his signal over every TV in
their house.  Ron reached out with his mind to find out where Clarissa
was in her house.  By now she had changed into more comfortable clothes,
and was settling in to watch some television.  <Perfect.  Just wonderful
timing.>  
	Ron had long ago worked up the program he wanted to test.  He ran a
self-test first on the program, and then remotely on his in-line
equipment.  Everything checked out.  One final check to make sure she
was still watching, and....  "Here we go!"

	Clarissa was watching a rerun of 90210 when all of a sudden her screen
went blank.  "Aw, shit.  Come on!"  She reached for the remote, but then
the screen was filled with a pattern of shifting colors, swirling,
almost...hypnotic.
	Ten minutes later, she found herself standing outside the home of her
next door neighbor.  She'd met Ron once, and found him to be an
intolerable bore.  <What am I doing here?>  Apparently, she had already
rung the doorbell, since the door was now opening.  There in the doorway
was Ron, with a very strange expression on his face.
	"Come in."  He invited.  
	"What am I-" she began, but Ron interrupted her.
	"You are not to speak in my presence, slave!"  Her immediate reaction
was to slap him, but she couldn't raise a hand to him.  Nor, she
realized, could she now speak.  <What the hell is going on here?>
	Ron led the girl through the house and down into his private area. 
This part of the house was off-limits to everyone else.  Only Kumiko had
ever ventured here, and she had been soundly punished for it.  The duo
walked into a large bedroom, filled with soft mats all over the floor. 
There was a single armchair, plush and comfortable.
	Ron walked over and sat in the chair, and admired Clarissa.  She was a
bit on the short side at 5'2" tall, but her body was perfectly
proportioned, and her auburn hair fell nearly to her ass.  Her brown
eyes were piercing, though now they held a look of utter confusion.  Her
lips begged for contact, and Ron was soon going to give it to them.
	"Come here."  She walked over to him in her usual stride.  "Stop.  From
now on, in my presence you will walk with your hands folded in front of
you, your eyes cast down, and you will take smaller steps."  She
proceeded toward him in this manner until she reached his side.
	"Strip."  Clarissa pulled her T-shirt off over her head.  Then she
undid her jeans.  She slipped them down off her legs and stepped out of
them, taking her shoes and socks off at the same time.  She reached
behind her and unclasped her bra.  There was a moment's hesitation, and
Ron began to worry, but then she continued, dropping the bra on the
floor with the rest of her clothes.  Her panties followed suit, and then
she was completely nude.
	Ron now admired how well defined her muscles were, how fit she
appeared.  He ran his hand along her hip, eliciting a shiver from her. 
"Kneel."  She knelt down at his side, awaiting his next order.  He
brought her face to his, and kissed her.  According to her programming,
she returned the kiss with vigor.  
	Eventually, Ron broke off the kiss, and stood to remove his own
clothes.  Now bereft of apparel, he sat back in the chair, and motioned
Clarissa to move between his legs.  "Suck my dick."  Her eyes gave a
momentary flare of anger, but were then extinguished by the
programming.  She reached out her hand to take his semi-erect penis, and
began stroking lightly, while her other hand fondled his balls.  Soon
Ron was fully hard, and she brought her mouth to the tip of his cock. 
She kissed the head of his cock softly, and then sucked him into her
mouth.  Slowly, she worked herself down his shaft, until he hit the back
of her throat.  She drew herself back, allowing his cock nearly to slip
from her mouth, and then pulled him back in.  She did not increase pace,
only maintaining this maddeningly slow rhythm.  It was working, though,
because Ron was quickly ready to come.  He grabbed her head, and pushed
his cock in as far as she would take it.  He came in her mouth, and she
swallowed every drop.
	When he was finished, he let her go.  She immediately resumed her
sucking, as she had not been given any other instructions.  Ron let her
continue until he had rehardened, and then had her stop.  "Get down on
all fours, bitch.  I'm going to fuck you like the bitch you are." 
Clarissa dropped to her hands and knees.  Ron led her over to a soft
mat, and placed a pillow under her head, and a cushion under her
stomach.  This raised her ass high in the air, making it a very inviting
target.  Ron moved behind her, and placed his dick at the entrance to
her pussy.  Just then, he had a thought, and he let go of his dick.  It
remained where it was while he pulled his hand back and up.  Then he
brought it down, hard, on her ass.  It made a loud smack! noise, and
brought some brief pains to his hand.  Obviously, it hurt her for far
longer, because the red mark on her ass remained.  He repeated this,
over and over, until she was crying openly.  Then, he plunged his cock
deep into her.  He met little resistance, as her programming had
prepared her for fucking.  Ron maintained a steady pace, ramming into
her while she would grunt and moan.  Occasionally, he'd give her another
smack, and then the room would be pierced with another wail of pain. 
She was not used to such treatment; she had been a spoiled little brat,
and this was a very rude introduction to the world of discipline.
	For half an hour, Ron pounded into her.  Finally, as he was ready to
explode, he pulled out and rolled her onto her back.  He straddled her
chest and grabbed her tits, wrapping them around his cock.  They weren't
quite big enough to fully engulf him, but they gave ample stimulation. 
He thrust himself in between her tits, gathering speed, until his cum
spurted forth from his dick.  Her face was covered with jism, and it ran
into her ears as she lay there.
	Totally spent, Ron rolled off her and moved slowly to his feet.  He
headed off to the bathroom to clean himself up.  He came back to get
dressed, and found her still lying on the floor.
	"Get up, go to the bathroom, and clean yourself off.  Get dressed, but
do not put your panties back on.  Return here when you are finished." 
Ron waited for her and pondered what to do about her father, and how he
might get himself introduced to whomever had sent the thugs.  When she
returned, she appeared wholly presentable, and ready to return home. 
Ron led her out of the bedroom and out the house, picking up his
computer, and a special disc, along the way.

	When they walked into the Deneuve home, it was immediately obvious that
Mrs. Deneuve was not what one would call a meticulous housekeeper.  Not
that the place was filthy, but it was far from tidy.  Mrs. Deneuve
spotted Ron almost immediately.
	"Who are you?  Guests are not allowed in this home without warning. 
You know that, Clarissa-"
	"Shut up."  Ron interrupted her with both a verbal and mental command. 
He saw Mr. Deneuve standing in the doorway to what appeared to be a
den.  He took on a very surprised look when, not only did Mrs. Deneuve
not slap Ron, but she actually did as she was told.
	"Mr. Deneuve?  You and I need to have a talk."
	"Very well, Mr.-?"  He indicated that he did not know who Ron was.
	"Ron Chaffey, sir, your next door neighbor."
	"Ah.  All right, Ron, come on in to the study."
	Mr. Deneuve led Ron into the study, and offered Ron a seat.  He took
it, and Mr. Deneuve sat across from him.
	"So, Ron, what is it that we need to discuss?  I'd offer you something
to drink, but I don't think Anne is going to be willing to get you
something now."
	"I'm not thirsty anyway.  Let me be very blunt sir: you have something
I need, and I can provide you with something you want.  I'm proposing a
trade of services."
	Mr. Deneuve was taken quite aback by this forthright, though somewhat
precocious gentleman.  "Well," he chuckled, "Put that way, how can I
refuse?"

	"I'm quite serious.  Let me ask you a question.  I saw some hoods here
today.  Who were they?"  As soon as he'd asked the question, he knew
he'd come to the right man.  Aside from his facial expressions, the
man's thoughts were nearly telegraphing themselves.  Mr. Deneuve
declined to answer the question.
	"Mr. Deneuve, look:  I know you must be in some kind of trouble,
otherwise you wouldn't be getting visits from guys named Guido who have
broken noses.  My guess is that you owe someone money.  I am in a
position to help.  Now, do you want to talk to me, or should I find
someone else who has what I need?"  Over the last couple of years, Ron
had gained a great deal of confidence in himself and his ability to deal
with things.  Thus, he was much more effective in dealing with Mr.
Deneuve than he had been in dealing with Mr. Simmons.
	"All right.  You're right, I owe money, big time.  But I don't see how
you can help."
	"Why don't you tell me about it?"
	"I own a small women's fashions outlet in the mall.  It's been going
strong for twelve years.  Except for the last two, that is.  Lately, I
just haven't been able to make the profits that I used to.  And well,
Anne is, shall we say, somewhat demanding about her 'needs'.  There was
no way I could tell her that we had to sell the house, and so, I went to
a loan shark."
	"How much are you into them for?"
	"Two hundred grand."
	"Damn!  Is that all?  I thought it was serious.  Who is this loan
shark?  Is he affiliated with any big syndicate?"
	"The organization he belongs to runs this whole area, for a hundred
miles all around."
	"Okay, here's the deal.  What I need from you is a meeting with the big
boss, or his representative.  It's about business, profitable for
everyone involved."
	"And what do I get in return?"
	"Two things: number one, I'll clear your debt with them.  Number two,
how would you like your wife to be a little bit nicer?"
	"What do you mean?"
	"I mean, she seems like a real bitch.  How'd you like your own personal
little playtoy?  Or," Ron paused, considering the daughter, "maybe two?"

End Chapter Three
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