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."