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CAMP - Ron's Journey

Part 3: Field Agent Ronald Chaffey

by WhiteStar



Chapter 1: New Home for the Chaffeys



	The next morning, Ron was the first to wake up.  However, in trying to
get out of bed, he woke up everyone else.  It went something like this: 
In order to get out of bed, he had to roll Megan off his one side.  This
woke her up, but not before she bumped Jess, who in turn jostled Nikki,
who accidentally elbowed Tammy, who then banged up against Sandra.  It
was a good thing it was a king-size bed, but it was still crowded.  Not
that it had mattered last night.  

	The only part that had disturbed Ron, and was still bothering him, was
Miko's absence.  He would have to talk to her about that.  He also
needed to make plans about a new dwelling.  It would take too long to
patch up this house to make it livable.  Ron had set up a barrier so
that no one could enter the house, but that was very draining on his
system.  He woke up almost as tired as when he'd gone to bed.

	He went into the kitchen and got himself some breakfast.  Just then his
mother came into the kitchen.

	"Good morning, Ron!"

	"Hey, Mom.  You're awful cheery today.  How are you feeling, really?"
Ron studied her face for signs of pain, but didn't see any.  He was too
wore out to bother with a scan.

	"I'm okay, really, Ron.  I'm sore, in a lot of places, but no major
pains anywhere.  You did a fine job patching me up.  Ron?  Can we talk
about some things?"

	"Sure, Mom.  What do you want to talk about?"

	"Well, I've come to understand that somehow you're in control of
everything.  I mean, I don't think I could go against your wishes if I
wanted to, not that I've wanted to lately.  What's going on?"

	Ron wasn't sure how much to tell her, but then he realized that she
couldn't tell anyone anyway, so he decided to lay it all out for her. 
"Well, Mom, it's like this.  Remember the day I told Dad off?"

	"Yes."

	"Well, that was the first day I realized I had this neato power.  I
could make people do whatever I wanted them to.  Ever since then, I've
kinda been controlling the whole household."

	"So, your sisters, and me, we've all been 'under your spell'?"

	"Well, sort of.  It's not quite like a spell, but that's an easy enough
analogy.  There's lots of different ways of doing it."

	"And camp was about what, really?"

	"CAMP was to teach me how to use my abilities to their fullest
extent."  Ron was quoting the manual again.

	"Okay, now, why am I not angry about all of this?"  She felt she ought
to be, but couldn't bring herself to it.

	"I'm not entirely sure on all aspects of it, but I think I sort of
changed the way you think, so that you're happy with life as it is."

	"Oh.  Okay."  Ron was surprised to find that she was entirely satisfied
with this answer.  "So, I guess you're the man of the house now.  What
do we do now?  I don't have the money to get the house fixed up, and we
can't afford to move."

	"I told you last night, Mom.  I've got a job with CAMP, and they pay
way better than your job does.  I'll find us a new house today,  and we
can move in before school starts."

	"So, you *will* be going back to school?"  Sandra queried.

	"Oh, yeah.  It's very important that I finish my schooling.  It's part
of my agreement with CAMP."

	"Now, what about all these girls running around?"

	Ron could tell his mother had pretty much been out of it last night. 
He had covered all of this in the family meeting.  He didn't mind going
over it again for Sandra though.  "Well, of course, Tammy is Nikki's
friend.  Megan is my.... slave.  I picked her up at CAMP.  Jessica is
also my slave, if you remember, she was my student at the end of last
school year."

	"Oh, yes.  Now I remember."  Ron wondered if there were still some
lingering effects from Marinda.  He had cleared out all the commands,
but maybe all the pathways hadn't reasserted themselves yet.

	"Anyway, Miko is my.... well, she'll tell you she's my slave, too, but
I prefer to think of her as my girlfriend."  Ron wasn't really sure
*what* he felt about Miko, just that he didn't want to be without her. 
"Speaking of Miko, I really need to have a talk with her.  Did you want
to know anything else?"

	"No, I should really get ready for work now.  I'm already late." 
Sandra started to get up, but Ron stopped her.

	"No, Mom.  Call in sick today.  I don't want you going out in your
condition.  I'm going to call Dr. Brown, and have her come over to look
at you later."

	"Okay, Ron.  I'll just rest here, then."  She picked up the phone, and
sat down to make her call.

	"I'll be up in my room with Miko if you need anything."

	"Alright, honey.... Yes, this is Sandra Chaffey, may I speak..."

	Ron headed up to his room.  Out of habit, he knocked before entering. 
Then he realized how silly that was, given it was _his_ bedroom.  He
quietly opened the door, and walked in.  

	Miko was sleeping soundly curled up on Ron's bed.  She made quiet
little snore noises that Ron found absolutely adorable.  He sat down in
the chair beside his bed, and just stared at her for a while.  She was
wearing one of Dawn's nightshirts, but he could clearly remember the
body beneath from last night.  He watched her chest rise and fall with
her breath.  Her face looked angelic in the peaceful rest of sleep.  He
hesitated to wake her, but knew the rest of the family would be up very
shortly, and would disturb her rest anyway.  He reached his hand out
toward her shoulder, but when he got about six inches from her, she
awoke, and reflexively jumped away from him.  She did not retreat
farther after she realized who it was, but she was still trembling.

	Ron felt a load of anger boil up in him again at the thought of what
she must have gone through to put that kind of terror into her.  He
forced it back down, knowing it did no good, and might frighten Miko
even further.

	"Miko?  Are you okay?"  Ron was very concerned that the girl was
emotionally quite fragile.

	"Yes, Master Ron.  I am sorry I moved away from you.  I am ready to be
punished."

	'Punished?  For that?  I don't think so!'  Ron moved over and sat on
the edge of the bed.  Miko was still quaking.  Ron reached over and
rested his hand on her arm.  "Miko, I am not going to punish you for
something you couldn't control anyway.  You don't need to be afraid of
me, I'm not going to hurt you.  I just wanted to talk to you, if you
feel up to it."

	Miko settled some at Ron's words, and she made a great effort to
compose herself.  And succeeded, for the most part.  "Yes, Master.  What
would you like to talk about?"

	"Well, for starters, I was curious as to why you didn't join us last
night when we went to bed."

	"That was a family gathering, Master.  I am not a member of the
family."

	"Miko, you are as much a member of the family as Megan, or Tammy, or
Jess is.  You are now a member of my family.  You will be treated just
like all of the others here.  I will protect you just like I protect
them.  Do you understand?"

	Miko nodded meekly.  Ron tried to hug her, but she was so curled up, he
couldn't really get his arms around her.  "Miko, would you please stand
up?"  She did as requested, but kept her face to the floor.  "Is there
something wrong?"

	She mumbled something, but Ron couldn't make it out.  He wasn't even
sure it was English.  "Excuse me?  What?"

	"I am not worthy of your protection, Master.  I have displeased you. 
You may send me away now."

	'This girl has some serious problems in her head.  I could easily
remove those memories.... No.  Not unless she agrees to it.'

	"Miko, I am 'not' unhappy with you.  You have not 'displeased' me at
all.  I am not angry, upset, or even mildly annoyed.  I am happy that
you have decided to stay."

	"Then why do you still call me Miko?"

	"Huh?"  Ron was totally lost now.

	"If you are my Master, and I am your servant, why do you not use my
proper name?"

	"Well, you told me to call you Miko...."

	"Master, I said my *friends* call me Miko.  It is not proper for you to
demean yourself in that manner."

	"I don't understand.  What should I call you, then?"

	"It is appropriate that you refer to your possession by her proper
name, Kumiko."

	"Is this what has been troubling you?"

	"It is one thing, yes, Master."

	"Well, Kumiko, I'm sorry I worried you.  I wasn't aware that I should
have been using your full name.  What else is bothering you?"

	"I am not worthy to serve the Master."

	"Kumiko, you are as worthy as anyone else who lives here, except me, of
course."  Ron added that only because he knew it was what she expected
him to say.  He was starting to catch on, but he'd need to read up on
Japanese customs if he was going to keep up with this girl.

	"You are truly satisfied with me, Master?"  She desperately needed to
believe that he accepted her.

	"Kumiko, I am more than satisfied with you.  I am overjoyed with you. 
Now then, how are you really feeling this morning?  I mean, do you hurt
anywhere?"

	"No, Master.  I am sore where I had the bruises, but you have taken
care of me well.  Thank you again."  She bowed, very formally, low
enough that he could actually see the back of her neck.

	'This is going to take some getting used to.'  He could have ordered
her not to do it, but he decided he kind of liked it.  He wouldn't want
to have all the women going around bowing like that, but for one, it was
kind of cool.

	"Kumiko, please stand still."  She did so, and Ron did a quick, but
gentle, inspection of her body and its' many bruises.  The hip still
seemed to be tender.  He stood behind her to inspect her legs, and as he
rose from his crouch, he embraced her from behind.  It was gentle, as
everything he did with Kumiko was gentle.  He hugged her to him, in a
way that stated beyond any doubt that he thought of her as 'his', to be
protected, cared for, and loved.  Tears formed in her eyes, but she said
nothing.  Ron noticed them, but realized these were not tears of
sadness, but joy.  He also knew this was not a time for talking.  He
held her, rocking very slightly back and forth, for a long time.  She
was somewhat shorter than Ron, so she leaned her head back against his
shoulder, with a small, peaceful smile of contentment on her face.

	Eventually, the real world had to intrude on their Paradise.  Ron heard
the commotion downstairs.  It was just the normal noise of six people
sitting at a table yakking, but it was enough to destroy the mood.  "Are
you ready to have breakfast yet, Kumiko?"

	"Yes, Master.  But, what shall I wear?"

	He was tempted to say, "Nothing", but he realized the house presently
had no front door.  "Stay here a moment."  He walked to Dawn's room, and
looked in her closet.  He found something he'd forgotten she had.  One
year, his sister had been in a play as a Japanese lady.  She'd had to
wear a wig, since most Japanese are not blonde, but she had done well. 
The kimono she had used as a costume was hanging in the closet.  Ron
immediately thought that this was appropriate dress for Kumiko.  She
would, of course, agree, since it was her Master's opinion.  He returned
to his room.

	"Here, you can wear this.  It should fit you."

	"Oh, Master!  It is beautiful.  Thank you very much."  She put it on,
and it was an almost perfect fit.  It covered her body fully, but Ron's
imagination still filled in the hidden details.

	"Okay, let's go to breakfast!"  They headed downstairs to the kitchen. 
The talking stopped as they entered, and everyone saw Kumiko.  Her hair
was a mess, and what makeup she had been wearing had smeared, but she
was still beautiful.

	"Well, Good Morning!" piped Megan.  "Glad to see you're up and about."

	"Thank you."  replied Kumiko, in an almost-whisper.  "May I sit down?"

	"Of course, Miko.  You're a member of the family now.  Do what you
want, so long as Ron thinks it's okay."  Dawn's reply was perfect: it
stated the position of the entire family, and then included Kumiko in
that group.  Everyone was treating her like just another member of the
family.  Ron was pleased.



	After breakfast, Ron needed to deal with a new home.  He thought he
knew how to get one.

	"Hello, Mr. Simmons' office."

	"Hello.  This is Ronald Chaffey.  I need to speak with Mr. Simmons,
please."

	"Look, son, Mr. Simmons is a very busy man-"

	"Just ask him if he'll take the call."  Ron was in no mood to deal with
a whiney-ass secretary.

	"Hold, Please."  Ron listened to some Muzak for about ten seconds.

	"Ron!  Hey, buddy, what can I do for you?"

	"Mr. Simmons-"

	"Bill, remember?"

	"Okay, Bill.  I need a little help, and I have a proposition for you. 
Can we meet for lunch or something?  I'd rather not discuss it on the
phone."  He wasn't worried about security, but he still wasn't sure of
his long-distance controls, and he thought he might need to adjust Bill
somewhat, though he didn't think so.

	"Alright.  I'll pick you up at noon, maybe ten after.  We'll go to The
Remington.  Should I bring a briefcase, or anything?"

	"No, I don't think you'll need it for this."

	"Alrighty, then.  I'll see you 'round noon."



	The Remington was a very upscale place.  Ron had put on the best
clothes he had for this meeting.  He felt wholly uncomfortable, but he
knew that business was always conducted in as uncomfortable an outfit as
you could manage.  He never understood why, that's just the way it was.

	They made idle chat until the main course arrived, then Bill settled
down to get the meat of the discussion out in the open.  "So, Ron.  You
say you've got a proposition?  Anything I can do to help my buddy. 
Shoot."

	"Well," Ron started, "you know what I did for your wife, right?"

	"Oh, yes!  I'd like to thank you again for that.  It has been
absolutely wonderful the last eight weeks."

	"Good, I'm glad to hear it.  Here's my problem:  My family needs a new
home."  In response to the look on Bill's face, Ron hastened to add,
"Don't worry, I'm not asking you to provide one.  But, I'm sure you have
contacts to people who could get us into a home pretty cheap, don't
you?"

	"Well, yeah, Ron, I do.  But, I mean, I don't have the kind of clout to
pull that kind of favor out of thin air.  I mean, they'd basically be
tossing money away."

	"Do any of these people you know happen to have wives?"

	"Of course they do....."  And the light started to dawn.

	"Well, you were willing to pay me almost anything to keep your wife the
way she is.  My family needs a new home.  We need one quickly.  If one
of your friends might be willing to trade my service for a really good
deal on a large home, I'd be very grateful."

	"How big of a home do you need, Ron?"

	"As big as I can get.  There are eight of us right now, but there'll be
nine of us in about seven months.  I don't know what the number will end
up being."

	"Okay.  I know of a couple of really large houses out in the country
that aren't selling.  I think I can talk one of my friends into selling
it to you, maybe even in trade.  His wife is a real, pardon me, bitch. 
She's always nagging on him.  He married her for her looks, before he
realized what a shrew she was.  She married him for the money.  If you
could tame her, he might even give you the damned house!"

	"That sounds real good.  Can you call him after lunch, and see if he'd
be okay with that?"

	"Sure, but, Ron?  He's not gonna believe it."

	"Tell him he'll have his results before he gives us the house."

	"Great, but that'll take a couple days, won't it?"

	"Your wife took about half an hour."

	"Really?  Shit!  I didn't realize it was that fast.  Wait.  How's he
gonna get his wife to go see an, excuse me, thirteen year-old kid?"

	"Hmmm.  Well, what's she into?  I mean, what're her hobbies?"

	"Mainly, money.  She likes art, though."

	"That works.  Tell her that I have some artwork she really should see. 
It's worth lots more than I'm selling it for, and like that."

	"Do you actually have any?"

	"No, but that's not important.  All I need is to get within a few feet
of her."

	"Okay!  I'll drop you off home, and then I'll go see what I can do. 
Hey, Ron?  Are you looking to maybe make a business out of this?"

	"You think it would sell?  We'd have to keep it real quiet."

	"Oh, it'll sell alright!"

	"Tell you what, other than this deal, which we'll call payback for your
wife, anyone you find, you send my way, and I'll give you part of
whatever I make."

	"That sounds cool to me.  Like a 'finder's fee'."

	"Yeah.  Like that."



	The rest of lunch was more chit-chat, and then Bill dropped Ron off
home.  Ron spent some time cleaning things up, getting them ready to be
packed.  When the phone rang, Kumiko answered it.

	"Hello, Ron Chaffey's residence....May I ask who's calling,
sir?....Wait a moment, please."  She set the phone down, and turned to
Ron.  "Master?  It is someone named Bill.  Do you wish to take the
call?"

	"Yes, Kumiko, and very nice way to answer the phone, too."  Kumiko
beamed, and handed Ron the phone.  He reached over and squeezed her ass
gently by way of a thank-you.

	"Bill?  Ron here."

	"Who, may I ask, was *that*?"

	"Oh, that was just Kumiko.  She's a.... permanent house guest."

	"I see.  Is she as pretty as she sounds?"

	"More so.  Anyway, what's up?"

	"Well, Mr. Tannon will be dropping by with his wife later this evening,
if that's okay with you.  He has a three story, 10 bedroom house in the
country with an attic and a basement, swimming pool, and 6 acres of
land.  He says if you can make his wife shut up, you can have the place
free and clear.  He's willing to eat the loss to get his wife to stop
nagging."

	"Sounds good to me.  But, Bill?  Remember that I said some strange
things happened with your wife?"

	"Yeah, so?"

	"I need to be alone with her.  I don't want anyone to see what I'm
actually doing.  It would probably just freak them out, anyway."

	"Okay, I'll pass that along.  How 'bout he just drops her off, then
comes back later?"

	"Let's do this.  Drop her off at say, seven.  I'll call him when I'm
done.  I don't know exactly how long it will take, it's different for
each person."  He was temporizing now.  If she was really pretty, he
would probably want to have some fun with her, and there was no telling
how long that would take.

	"Works fine for me.  I'll give you his number.  It's 555-4891.  That
way, whenever you're done... doing whatever, you can call him.  I'll
have him drop her by around sevenish."

	"Okay, thanks a lot, Bill.  Talk to you later.  Bye."  Ron hung up, and
made his plans for the evening.



	Ron spent his afternoon at the library, looking up some books on
Japanese culture, the better to understand his new follower, Kumiko. 
She was certainly beautiful, and very devoted, but she was also slightly
odd.  Of course, this may have been one of the things that attracted Ron
to her.  He could easily live with her eccentricities.  She was becoming
his favorite, probably because she had never, from the beginning, ever
questioned him on anything, except whether or not she was acceptable. 
After a couple of hours poking around books about Japanese society, and
locating a couple of items on the Japanese language, Ron headed home to
prepare for his guest.



	He had everything set up in the den.  The den was a seldom-used room in
the house, mainly because, for some reason, no one had ever bothered to
install heating or air conditioning into the room.  Ron didn't figure it
would matter all that much for the evening.  Since it was rather warm,
it might even be an asset.

	The car dropped the woman off promptly at 7:00.  Ron watched her come
up the walk, and his prick hardened almost instantly.  This lady might
be a bitch,  but she was also gorgeous!  he was beginning to learn that
lots of pretty women were bitches.  'Too bad.  Of course, they're not
bitches around *me*.'  He drew himself up, and presented himself to
her.  "Hello, Mrs. Tannon.  My name is Ronald Chaffey."  He used his
full name to sound important.  "Please excuse the mess, we are... having
some remodeling done, and it's in the early stages."  This sounded
plausible, but he figured she'd see right through it.

	More or less, she ignored it.  "Where is the painting?"

	'Geez, she is a tight-assed bitch, ain't she.'  "Right this way,
ma'am."  Ron led her back to the den.  He had already instructed the
entire family to stay out of the way for the evening.  This was work,
and he didn't want anything to interfere with how he performed his job.

	They entered the room.  What Callie Tannon saw was an easel, with
something on it, covered in a black cloth.  A traditional way to present
artwork, it was also a complete fabrication.  There was nothing there,
Ron had formed an illusion for her to see.  Mrs. Tannon walked over to
remove the cloth, no preliminary niceties at all.  Of course, when she
got there, Ron vanished the painting into thin air.  The lady spun on
her heel to face the boy.

	"What is going on here?"  She was more angry than frightened.  Well,
she had no reason to be afraid of a thirteen year-old boy.

	"Sit down, Mrs. Tannon."  Callie Tannon moved slowly over to the couch,
and, like a rusted machine, slowly sank to the couch.  She was fighting
it every step of the way, but Ron knew what he was doing by now.

	"What are you doing to me?"

	"Just making you more pleasant, that's all.  Now, no more talking." 
Talking interfered with his concentration, and he wanted to get this job
right.  The house sounded like a very nice place, and so Ron didn't want
to screw this up.

	For the next twenty minutes, Ron fiddled with Callie Tannon's mind. 
Removing thoughts here, re-organizing ideas there, he turned her into
the perfect wife.  With one, glaring exception.  She would be entirely
faithful to her husband, unless Ron wanted her.  He installed in her
brain an ultimate override command.  She would obey him above all
others.  Ron thought this might be useful at a later date.

	When she finally started to come out of her "sleep", Ron handed her a
soda.

	"Drink up, you're probably thirsty."  He knew he was, he'd already
drank an entire can of Pepsi.  Callie drank her soda carefully, taking
small sips until it was all gone.

	"Why am I here?"  She asked.

	"To have a little fun, that's all." Ron replied.  He took her glass
from her.  "Please stand up, and put your arms at your sides."  Ron
admired the statuesque figure before him.  She was 5'10" tall,
beautiful, flowing blonde hair that reached below her shoulders,
exquisite, green eyes set in a cultured face, with high cheekbones and a
perfect nose.  Her outfit accentuated a wonderful pair of tits.  Her 4"
heels highlighted her long legs, and showed them off to good measure. 
Her dress stopped just above her knee, and so covered all the parts of
her that Ron really wanted to see.  He hadn't had sex all day, and that
was a long time for him as of late.

	"Just relax.  We're going to have some fun."

	"Okay.  Whatever you say."  Ron told her to raise her arms above her
head, which she did.  This forced her breasts to move up even further,
and accented them wonderfully.  The dress she was wearing was tight, and
he didn't want to ruin it.  He used a little telekinesis to gently swish
it over her head and off her body.  What he found underneath was,
nothing.  No clothing, that is.  She was now completely nude.  She had
worn neither bra, which he'd expected given her dress, nor panties,
which surprised him.  He examined the heavenly form before him.  Her
nipples were standing erect, either from the sudden air, or arousal. 
Her body took on a very light sheen of sweat, certainly from the heat of
the moment.

	"Spread your legs for me."  This she did, without hesitation, Ron
noted.  He reached out with his mind, and brushed across her chest.  Her
entire body shivered, and she let out a low moan.  Ron did it again,
only across her abdomen.  Again, a shiver and a moan.  Now, Ron brushed
across her pussy lips and her clit, with just the tenderest of touches. 
Her body jerked, and she let loose a loud, guttural moan of want and
need.

	"What do you want from me, Callie?"  Ron loved teasing his subjects.

	"I want you inside me, Ron.  I want you to fuck me silly."  Exactly as
he had programmed her, when aroused, she became a complete slut, for
either him or her husband, but no one else.

	Ron walked over to her, and caressed her ass with his hand.  It was
firm and well toned.  'She must work out a lot.'  Ron ran his hand
around her hip, until he was facing her in front.  Given both her
present position, and her height, Ron was staring right above her tits. 
He pulled one of her breasts into his mouth and sucked on them.  She
pressed herself into him, trying to rub her body up against his.  Ron
switched breasts, and continued the wonderful torture.  Callie was
writhing in ecstasy now.  Ron reformed his extension, and brushed it
against her pussy some more.  Her writhing and moaning increased.  Ron
kept this up, moving faster and sucking harder until finally she hit her
edge.  With an ear-shattering scream, she came, shuddering and bucking. 
If it hadn't been for Ron's telekinesis, she would have collapsed on the
floor.  But, Ron wasn't finished yet, so he couldn't let her go just
now.

	Ron moved over to the couch, pulled off his clothes, and sat down. 
"Come on over, Callie."  Callie Tannon glided swiftly over to him. 
"Kneel... Now, suck my cock."

	Callie Tannon, bitchy housewife, one who never did anything so
disgusting as suck a man's cock before tonight, now gladly did as
ordered.  She took Ron's tool in hand, and began slathering it with
kisses.  She worked her way all the way down to his balls.  She took
them into her mouth, one at a time, and sucked on them gently.  Ron's
cock grew to it's full hardness, and then she took it into her mouth. 
At first, she just took the head, lashing it with her tongue, and
sucking on it hard enough to vacuum the cum right out of it. 
Eventually, she started taking more and more of it into her mouth,
pumping with her hand what was left.  She kept this up, sucking, and
pumping, and licking, until Ron couldn't hold back any longer.  He
grabbed her head and held it in place.  He poured his come down her
throat, and she swallowed every drop.

	When he was done cumming, she continued her blowjob, to make sure he
was fully hard for the next round.  When she had him fully erect, Ron
had her stand up.  Ron moved over to a chair, better suited for what he
had in mind.

	"Come sit on my cock, facing me."  He hadn't tried this with a person
facing him yet.  She strode over, and slowly lowered herself onto his
cock.  She let out a low hiss as his rod impaled her body.  When she
finally had him fully inside her, he had her stop.  Now, Ron formed his
extension again.  He formed it into a thin penis, and moved it into her
asshole.  She tensed, then, as it pushed in, she started wiggling in his
lap.

	"Oh, yesssssss!  That feels soooooo goood!"  She purred into his ear. 
Once he had the extension fully into her, he locked it into place.  Now,
as she began to ride up and down on his cock, the extension would move
in and out of her just as his cock did.  She tried to start slow, but
her body betrayed her.  She was simply too stimulated to be patient. 
She started bucking in his lap.  Ron had all he could do to hold onto
her.  He applied some extra telekinetic energy to the situation, and
floated them both up in the air.  This eliminated the worry that they
would fall off the chair.  He simulated a chair under him, to keep the
position right.  Meanwhile, Callie's pace was increasing.  her tits were
flouncing up and down in a very attractive manner, and Ron grabbed one
into his mouth and started sucking on it again.  This drove Callie wild,
and caused her to move even faster, if that was possible.  Finally, with
a pinch and a nip to each nipple, Ron brought her over the edge.  She
shuddered, then froze in an ultimate spasm of ecstasy.  Then, she went
limp. 

	Unfortunately, Ron had, again, not come with his partner.  Then, he saw
Megan standing at the door.

	"Is there a problem, Megan?"

	"No, sir.  I heard the noise, I wanted to make sure everything was
alright.  I'm sorry to interrupt."

	"Don't worry about it.  Just get out of those clothes and get over
here!"  Ron needed relief, and Megan's entry was certainly fortuitous. 
He wondered if he had anything to do with it, but didn't really care.

	Megan fairly tore off her clothes, popping buttons off of her shirt to
get it off.  Her breasts burst free, and Ron grabbed for them.  He had
lowered Mrs. Tannon to the ground, but he was still floating.  He raised
Megan up off the floor, and yanked her pants down and off, letting them
fall to the floor.  She wasn't wearing panties, as instructed by her
Master.  He briefly paused at her pussy to drink in some of her juices,
but it was her ass he was after.

	Megan's ass was the tightest hole in the entire house.  He spun her
around and  pressed in.  This would have been extraordinarily painful
for Megan, but Ron had learned how to use his healing powers in other
ways.  When he touched Megan, he both loosened her anus, and lubed her
rectum from the inside.  He pressed into her at almost full speed. 
Megan let forth a grunt, but showed no signs of pain.  Ron was really
beyond caring anyway.  He pumped into her furiously.  He reached around,
and, with one hand fondled a tit, while the other hand rubbed her
pussy.  'Floating in air makes this stuff so easy.  No worrying about
falling, or painful positions.  It's so COOL!'

	Ron kept up his maddening pace for only a couple minutes.  He came in
what felt like buckets into Megan's ass.  Just as he came, she reached
her own orgasm from his manual stimulation.  Again the den was filled
with moans and wails of pure joy and pleasure.

	Ron brought them both down to rest on the couch.  Ron's cock softened,
and withdrew from Megan's ass.  She turned, and embraced Ron.  They
kissed, deeply, sensuously, their tongues fighting a delicious battle in
each other's mouths.  She broke the kiss finally, and just lay her head
on his shoulder, resting.

	"You did good, Megan.  Very good."  It was exactly what she needed to
hear, as his sex slave, it was what she craved: to know he was happy
with her performance.

	After a few minutes, Mrs. Tannon began to wake up.  Ron thought about
moving Megan, but he was enjoying her where she was, so he didn't.

	"Wow!  That was wonderful!  Ron, baby, you're fantastic!"  Callie
gushed over him.

	"Mrs. Tannon, I think you'll find that your husband is just as good." 
It didn't really matter whether his technique was as good as Ron's or
not.  It was programmed into her that she would like them both equally
well.  "Would you hand me the phone, please, Callie?"

	"Certainly."  She handed over the phone.  Ron dialed the number Bill
had given him.

	"Mr. Tannon?  Yes sir, this is Ron.  Yes, sir.  You can come get your
wife now.  No, she didn't want the painting, but I think she'll have a
surprise for you when you get home, anyway.  Yes sir.  See you soon." 
Ron hung up the phone and handed it back to Callie.  "You should get
dressed now."  Megan started to get up, but Ron held her in place. "Not
you.  You stay put."  Megan lay back down, with a huge, serene smile on
her face.

	Eventually, Ron did have to let Megan up, so he could get dressed to
greet Mr. Tannon.

	"Hello, Ron!  It's nice to finally meet you."

	"Hello, sir.  It's a pleasure to meet you, too."

	"So, how went the experiment?"

	"It wasn't an experiment, sir.  And it went perfectly, as I thought it
would."  Callie was off in the restroom, fixing her hair or somesuch
bullshit.  "So, sir, when you confirm that your wife has indeed been
changed..."

	"The papers are already drawn up, my young friend.  Bill trusts you, so
I trust you.  But, how do you know you can trust me?  I mean, I could
take my wife and run."

	"No, you couldn't.  First off, there's nowhere you could go I can't
find you.  And second, once I found you, I can make her worse than she
was before."

	"Oh, Dear Lord, don't do that!  Very well.  If you want to move your
family into the house tonight, it's fine with me.  The electric and
water are still on.  We can handle the paperwork tomorrow."

	"Thank you sir.  We'll need a key..."  Mr. Tannon provided two. 
"Thanks again.  We'll move in tonight.  We're sort of missing a front
door here."

	"So I'd noticed.  What happened?"

	"Just a minor battle, that's all.  You have a good night, sir."

	Callie Tannon was hanging off of his arm now, which was something she
never did before.  Mr. Tannon gave Ron a big grin.  "Oh, I think I'm
gonna.  Good night, young man."  And with that, the Tannons left.

	Sandra came up and gave Ron a hug just then.  "Well, hon, you said
you'd find us a house today..."  She left the question hang.

	"Here's the keys, Mom. "  Mr. Tannon had also provided explicit
directions with the keys.  "Let's get some stuff together and go over
there for the night."

	"Okay, Ron.  I'll call the girls together."



End Chapter 1

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