CAMP - Ron's Journey
Chapter 19
Personal (and Personnel) Distribution
Ron returned home from his trip fully satisfied. His
visual effects would be seen in every new sci-fi flick, every sci-fi TV
show, would air in commercial runs, would be used as sparkle effects in
network promos, and would also be seen in the world's leading operating
system software. The new logo for Windows was far cooler than that
stodgy old stale "flying window" thing. Of course, the new screen
saver was the kicker. It all added up to tons of the populace. There
were, however, people who didn't use Windows, and people who (gasp!)
didn't watch TV. These people tended to be executives, or highly
important people. The nice thing about such people is that they also
tended to be highly corruptible. Which worked out rather nicely for
Ron. It was about to make him some serious dough.
But first, he had to actually get a meeting with the...
shady businessmen who had the contacts. He had been told by Mr.
Deneuve that it would take a while before they would agree to see him.
He hadn't realized that it was going to take two months.
On the other hand, he did have some projects to work on
while he was waiting. He scanned in and posted all his nice pics of
Miss Mercer, adding his own special digital touch to them. The command
he inserted in them simply told them to go to his web site. At the web
site was another picture that had the command to download his new
screen saver. The screen saver carried the actual message, and worked
just like the TV effect. Of course, he became an instant hero for
actually posting *real* images of Jill Mercer, and not some fake
trumped-up trash.
There was also the issue of designing a new system for the
audio delivery of the message. Ron had realized that he could make the
system work if he allowed for a special type of speaker. Not just any
speaker would work for the audio signal, but the new high-fidelity
piezoelectric speakers were capable of producing the right sounds.
Nice thing about them was that they were also small enough to be
encased in something that would look like jewelry. The design took him
two weeks to perfect. The next problem was getting it mass produced.
That problem was about to be solved... by yet another problem.
One day as he was wandering through the house, not having
much to do, he noticed his mother sitting out on the back porch, and
she appeared to be crying. He immediately went to her side.
"Mom? Mom, what's wrong?" He wrapped his arms around her
shoulders and pulled her to him, comforting her, and letting her sobs
quiet down.
"Oh, Ron. It's my boss at work. She's becoming worse
every day. Ever since I got the promotion to head of shipping and
receiving, it seems like nothing I do is ever good enough for her."
"Why don't you just quit? I still don't get why you're
still working."
"What would I do around here all day? I stopped being a
mother to this family a long time ago. I'm not much use to anyone,
lately."
"Hey! What kind of talk is that? You're still our Mom.
You're just.... more fun than other moms, that's all." He gave her a
squeeze, and she smiled. She reached over and kissed him.
"Why don't we go inside, Ron, so you can show me just how
much more fun I am?"
Ron didn't have to be asked twice. He got to his feet, and
helped his mother up. They walked hand in hand to her bedroom.
Ron closed the door, and moved slowly to his mom. He
wanted to cheer her up, and he remembered something she liked. His
thoughts went out, and the CD player kicked on, playing a soft melody
that she loved.
"May I have this dance, Mom?"
Sandra, shocked, didn't know what to say at first. Her son
stood there, waiting politely for a response. *Oh, what the hell!*
"Absolutely, dear." She put her hand in his, and wrapped her other arm
around his neck. He placed his hand on her waist, and pulled her to
him. They moved silently around the room, enjoying the music. She
laid her head on his shoulder, and they continued to dance.
As their dancing continued, Ron psionically looked through
her CD collection. He started choosing slightly faster melodies as
they danced. When he felt it was time, he started choosing music that
would allow for more modern dance, that would put them in more of a
mood.
After one particularly arousing melody, they moved toward
the bed. Ron already had a predetermined list of songs ready for this
in his head, and he set that portion of his mind loose to handle it.
Now he focused his full attention on his beautiful mother, now lying on
the bed, awaiting him. He sat down beside her, taking in her beauty.
He reached his hand out to her face, and caressed her soft cheek,
sliding his hand down along her neck and shoulder. Sandra was relaxing
into the game, forgetting about her job, her lack of any direction in
her life, her lack of control in her own house. All she was thinking
of was how good it felt to be caressed, to be loved, and wanted.
Ron continued his caressing, moving softly down her arms,
then her sides, and eventually her legs. Neither of them had yet
removed any clothing, though his mother's skirt was riding a little
high on her legs. Ron leaned in to his mom, and kissed her gently on
the lips. He broke the kiss before it could become passionate, for
that was not what he had in mind today. He continued, kissing her
face, her cheeks, then her neck. He moved down slowly toward her
chest. As he reached the first button on her blouse, he undid it and
kept kissing, lower and lower. As was standard for Sandra anymore, she
was not wearing a bra. By the time Ron reached the bottom of her
abdomen, she was moaning softly, and her motions on the bed had exposed
nearly all of her breasts. Ron gently laid back the fabric of her
blouse, exposing her bust fully to his view. He kissed and licked his
way around both of her breasts, at first avoiding the nipples, but then
focusing on them.
Ron knew what his mother liked. This treatment was driving
her wild with desire. Her squirming increased until at last Ron knew
she was ready to continue. He moved down to her knees, and began
kissing his way up her legs. He unzipped her skirt and laid it aside,
exposing her naked pussy. Ron didn't like his women to wear underwear,
and so no one in the family wore it except when absolutely necessary.
Ron continued his kissing until he reached her pussy. He
kissed his way all around it, teasing and tempting, until her
excitement had reached a fever pitch. Finally, Ron plunged his tongue
deep into her slit. Sandra let forth a guttural moan that filled the
room. Ron kept his tongue rigid, moving it in and out of her like a
cock. Sandra was going crazy.
Ron began licking up and down her slit, still avoiding her
clit. Occasionally, he'd plunge his tongue back into her cunt, raising
her slowly closer to her climax. When Ron felt she was almost there,
he took her clit into his mouth and sucked on it hard while he lashed
it with his tongue. Sandra arched her back, her mouth open in a silent
scream. Her body went rigid with her orgasm, except for little ripples
in her muscles running up and down her body. Sandra was in heaven.
Ron continued to suck on her clit, keeping her in her orgasmic bliss
for minutes. As soon as she would start to come down from one orgasm,
he'd work a little harder, and she'd be off again.
Eventually, she had to descend from the peak. Sheer
exhaustion caught up with her. "Oh, God, Ron. That was the best
anyone has ever eaten me out." She reached over and gave her son a
kiss. Ron knew his mother was spent, and so he let her go, and she
fell quickly asleep. Ron, however, still needed some relief.
* <Megan, meet me in my room.>*
Ron arrived at his room, only to find Megan already there,
naked and waiting. Words were completely unnecessary at this point, as
it was obvious what they both wanted. Ron made some gestures toward
foreplay, but his heart really wasn't in it. Finally, Megan couldn't
stand it anymore. "Master, just fuck me!"
Ron, not being the type to be contrarian, readily agreed.
He pushed her down onto the bed, and fell on top of her. He placed his
cock at the entrance of her pussy and pressed in. As his rod plunged
into her, she let out a hiss that sounded like steam. They set out at
a furious pace, her hips bucking back just as hard as he plunged into
her. Their grunts and moans of pleasure filled the room. Ron could
feel her pussy clinging to his cock as he pulled out, and it felt so
warm when he pushed back in. Megan's cunt was meant for just one
thing, and that was hard, long screwing.
They continued for a long time this way, sometimes changing
position so they didn't tire. At one point Megan was on top, riding
Ron's cock for all she was worth. Ron played with her tits as she
rode, squeezing them and molding them with his hands, pinching the
nipples from time to time.
As they both were reaching their peak, they shared a look
that told each other what they wanted. Megan got on all fours, pushing
her ass high into the air. Ron pressed his cock into her asshole.
Megan relaxed her muscles, allowing Ron easier access to her back door.
Ron pushed in more quickly than he would with anyone else,
because he knew Megan loved this. He started riding her ass faster and
faster, achieving almost the same pace as he had in her pussy. Very
shortly they were both on the verge of orgasm. Ron reached around and
stuck his finger up her cunt, while massaging her clit. That was all
it took for Megan, who screamed out her joy for all to hear. Her ass
muscles clenched down on Ron's cock, and that sent him over the edge,
his sperm filling up her bowels.
When they came down, Ron bent down and gave Megan a kiss.
"Thanks, Meg. I can always count on you to help me out." She smiled
up at him, and kissed him back.
"Any time, Master, any time."
When his mother awoke, she found Ron sitting on the edge of
the bed gazing at her. She smiled up at him in remembrance of their
experience. "You are a wonderful son, Ron. But, I'm sorry that I
couldn't finish my part."
"That's okay, Mom. Megan was glad to help out. I'm gonna
go to work with you tomorrow. Your boss and I need to have a little
talk. It's not right that she treats you that way."
"Thank you, dear." She wasn't sure what he had in mind,
but she knew there was little point in arguing with him. *Besides,*
she thought, *he might just be able to make things better.*
Ron drove his mother to work, and she gave him a tour of
the facility. She worked at a large electronics plant which
manufactured all types of gizmos and gadgets for the consumer
electronics market.
"Ms. Chaffey, what in the hell are you doing?" This was
Ms. Molinov, Sandra's boss.
"I'm showing my son around the plant, Ms.-"
"Is this your lunch break?"
"No, ma'am."
"Then you should be doing your work, not goofing off."
Ron couldn't hold his tongue any longer. "What is your
problem, bitch?"
Ms. Molinov, shocked, whirled around at him. "How dare-"
The look on Ron's face froze her in her tracks. It was a look she had
reserved for her own use, the look of ultimate power and authority.
"You and I need to talk. Mom, I'll see you back in your
office later, okay?" Sandra nodded, and headed off. "Now, what is
your name?"
"Mizz Molinov, and what right-" Ron wasn't letting her get
a word in.
"I meant your first name, *Miss* Molinov?"
"I don't wish for you to address me by my first name."
"Your wishes are irrelevant." Ron's voice hardened, but he
didn't raise it, because he didn't wish to draw attention. "What is
your name?"
"Tanya," she replied meekly. She was being cowed by a
young boy, and she didn't like it.
"Fine, Tanya. Let's go to your office." She led off
toward the back of the plant. The further away from the main area of
the plant they got, the worse she felt. She had no way of knowing that
Ron was already messing with her head.
By the time they arrived at her office, she was thoroughly
afraid of Ron. "What are you going to do to me?"
"That is not yet your concern. Sit down." She sat in her
chair, and Ron moved around the room, looking at her office equipment,
her computer, and generally being nosy. "What is your position here at
the plant?"
"I am the vice president in charge of production of this
particular plant." Stating her importance made her feel better, but
only momentarily.
"Hmmm. Strange that they should put such a weak woman in
such a position of power. Is that why you hate my mother? Do you see
her as a threat?"
"I do not hate your-" she could no longer speak.
"You cannot lie to me. As a matter of fact, I think that,
for the rest of the week, you will not be able to lie to anybody." Ron
pushed a few switches in her head, and *poof!* went her ability to
dissimulate. "Now then, why do you hate my mother?"
"She has advanced through sheer competency. She has not
had to degrade herself in the manner that I have had to do to get where
I am. She threatens my job with her skill level. I fully intend to
fire her at the first available opportunity."
"I see. Just how did you have to degrade yourself?" Ron
was enjoying this little game. It was unimportant to his ultimate
objective, but he had time to kill, and he liked watching her squirm.
"I'd rather not say." *True, absolutely true. She'd
rather not say. But she's gonna.*
"I didn't ask you if you wanted to. Answer the question."
"I have slept with every supervisor I have ever had. I am
presently having an affair with the CEO of the corporation."
"And you find that degrading?"
"Yes!" Didn't this kid know anything?
"Why? Don't you enjoy sex?"
"I prefer to choose my partners. Further, those men think
they own me. Like I'm some kind of toy for their amusement."
"You are. And you will continue to be. As a matter of
fact, I think that you should be played with by more people than your
supervisors..." Ron made some adjustments in her head. This was all
he really ever had to do, but he enjoyed making her squirm under his
scrutiny. "My mother is not to be treated with disrespect ever again.
If I find that you have done so, the treatment you are about to receive
will seem mild in comparison to what I will do to you. Is there a
section of the plant where only a few people are working?"
"Yes, in quality control. It is an isolated, quieter
section of the plant."
"Very good. Now then, who is in charge of the
manufacturing process? In other words, if I wanted to change what was
being made in the factory right now, who would I talk to?"
"Me, first. You'd need an authorization, then you'd need
to talk to Kevin in the computer room."
"Sign my authorization. Then, I want you to follow the
mental instructions I have given you." Ron watched her sign the form,
leaving the rest of it blank, and then she moved off in the direction
of the quality control division. Ron filled in the form, and headed
off to the computer room.
Kevin was a helpful soul. It took them no time at all to
get Ron's design up and running in the computer. Then the
manufacturing process began.
Meanwhile, Tanya had made it to the quality control
section. Per her instructions, she stripped herself down. Then, she
laid herself on the conveyor belt, which moved her quickly into view of
all the men working in this section. There were four of them here, all
surprised to see a naked woman coming down their line. It was even
more of a shock to find that it was the head honcho of the plant.
"Well, I'll be damned!" one of them exclaimed.
"Looks like it's time for a break," said another.
"Now wait a minute, guys," said the senior worker. "This
is quality control. Now we need to make sure she lives up to our
standards." There was general enthusiasm at the idea, and all four of
them quickly had their pants off. By this time, Tanya had rolled off
the conveyor belt onto their work table. She was mortified to find
four very stiff pricks pointing at her. Her programming didn't allow
her to show her revulsion, didn't allow her to object. It forced her
to accept the cocks offered to her mouth. Those two men took turns
fucking their stiff rods down her throat. She would alternate, sucking
one while jerking off the other.
The other two went to work on the rest of her body. One
started mauling her tits, grabbing them and squeezing roughly. He
tweaked her nipples, pinching and twisting them until they stood out
rigidly from her chest. The fourth man was pushing his finger up into
her cunt and licking her clit, trying to get her wet. Despite her
disgust at what she was doing, the attention was starting to work on
her, and her juices started flowing.
As soon as she was wet enough, the man at her cunt jumped
up on the table, and shoved his cock roughly into her. She might have
screamed, but the cock filling her mouth prevented it. After a short
time, the man in her cunt was asked to move aside by the man at her
breasts.
"No way, man! I need this bad!"
"Aw, come on! We all should get a turn!"
The leader, who was getting his cock sucked at the moment,
suggested something. "Larry, why don't you fuck her in the ass, so
that John can get some pussy?" Larry was amenable to this idea, and so
pulled out of her cunt.
Tanya was mortified at the idea of someone fucking her ass.
This was one thing she had never allowed. At this point, however,
there was no way for her to stop them. They lifted her up so that
Larry could lie beneath her. He inserted his cock into her ass, and
the pain was intense. He kept pushing until he was all the way inside
her, filling her ass with his cock. John quickly climbed between her
legs, and pushed his rod into her now dripping cunt. They both started
fucking her, alternating John pushing in, then Larry pushing in as John
pulled out. The sensation, as much as she hated it, was getting her
very hot. With Larry under her, there was nothing to support her head,
and it was bent back until it again rested on the table. This allowed
for excellent access to her throat and Will, the leader, took
advantage. He plunged his cock all the way down her throat, nearly
making her gag. He started fucking her hard that way. The fourth man,
Bob, contented himself with fondling her tits for the moment.
Will soon came, filling her throat with his seed. She
tried to swallow it all, but some ran out of her mouth and down her
face. Will pulled out to be immediately replaced by Bob. Her throat
was beginning to get sore. Meanwhile, Larry and John were still
fucking madly in and out of her. Larry gave in first, pumping her ass
full of his spunk. John wasn't far behind him, giving some final deep
thrusts before spewing his load inside her cunt.
The men pulled out and climbed off her, lying her on the
table as they got dressed. As she got up to leave, John called after
her.
"When you coming back?"
Reluctantly, unwillingly, she said, "Next week, same time."
The men looked at each other. This job had just gotten a
hell of a lot more fun.
When they went home that night, Ron and his mother had to
unpack five thousand small audio units from the back of his
Expedition. Each one weighing about an ounce, they were the state of
the art in miniaturization. Kevin, assuming it was a project for the
company, had refined Ron's design using smaller, more sophisticated
components. The speaker, of course, could not be touched. Ron was
adamant about that. He didn't want to have 5000 units of junk. He
packed them away in the lab, and went to check on the new construction
outside.
Ron had been preparing for this new venture for a while.
He had plans drawn up for a fairly large addition to the house. He
walked outside to survey the day's work. It was very nearly finished,
the siding had gone on today to match the rest of the house, the roof
was fully done. Since the interior of the building was very simple, it
should be finished in less than two weeks, he was assured.
By a strange coincidence, the new addition was completed on
the day Ron was scheduled to meet one Vincenzi Balcore. This man was
the head of the area's biggest criminal outfit. Not the mafia as such,
they did have associations with such organizations. The Balcore
organization controlled almost everything in the area. The meeting was
to happen at Mr. Deneuve's house. Mrs. Deneuve and Clarissa were both
wearing very skimpy maid outfits, and catered to everyone's wishes.
Mr. Balcore, who had dealt with the Deneuve family in the
past, was somewhat perplexed at the Deneuve women's behavior. "Hey,
Brian, what's up with the ladies?"
Ron answered for him. "Mr. Balcore, if you'll allow me,
this will all be explained once we get started."
"All right, then. Let's get down to business." Everyone
sat around the table except Ron, who thought better standing up. "So,
what's this big deal you've got for us? This better not be a waste of
my time."
"I understand you are a busy man, sir. In order to
absolutely guarantee that you leave happy..." Ron pulled a briefcase
from under the table, and passed it over to the man, "This is the
money that is owed you by Mr. Deneuve here. Plus interest, of
course." There was $300,000 in the case. Balcore was impressed.
"Okay, at least we got our money, now you said you had a
deal for us?"
"Yes. Let me ask you: I know, from talking to Mr.
Deneuve, that you have... a lot of interests in the area. What is your
organization's stand on prostitution?"
"We've never considered it a lucrative enough business to
deal with its inherent instability. The revenue is great, but your
employees have a tendency to do weird shit like get diseases and die.
It's a hassle all the way around, so we never bothered with it. Is
that what this is all about?"
"No, not exactly. I just wanted to make sure that the plan
I am proposing didn't step on anyone's toes."
"All right, then, let's have it."
"Sir, what I'm proposing, involves the collection and
redistribution of... citizens who are, shall we say, less than
productive."
"Collection and redistribution? What the hell are you
talking about, paisan?"
"Boss, I think he's talking about selling them. Right?
You talking about slavery, man?"
"It could be looked at that way, yes. However, by the time
I'm done with them, the ladies will want nothing more than to be
bought."
"Lay it all out for me. What's the plan, the profits, the
whole bit."
"Okay, it goes like this: I need you to do two things for
the plan to work: Provide me with clients, and to... collect the
merchandise from off the street."
"Sounds like we're doing all the work." The junior man
said.
"Not really. You are both aware of the Deneuve's previous
temperaments?" Ron indicated the two females, and Balcore nodded.
"They have both been through a simplified version of what I will do to
our merchandise. These women still have some level of free will, so
they can act on their own. When I get done with our product, they will
be whatever our customer wants them to be. I am not asking for an
exorbitant amount of the profits. You will be taking a large portion
of the risk, yes. But you will also be taking the lion's share of the
profits."
"How does it work? I mean, what is the order of events?"
Balcore wanted to know.
"It goes like this: You find a girl on the street. A
prostitute, or a runaway. We don't want anyone that the police are
going to spend time looking for. You apprehend them, and bring them to
me. I will give them some initial programming to keep them... tame.
You then direct your clients to me. They will choose the woman they
want, and tell me how they wish her to act. I will then take two days
to prep the female for delivery. The client will also select wardrobe
for their new toys. This will be purchased from Mr. Deneuve's shop,
and included in the cost of purchase."
"Sounds good. What kind of clients are we looking for?"
"Influential ones. Rich ones. People with enough
influence and power to be able to appreciate having such a fine
servant."
"Hey, I got a question, though. Mosta those kinds of
people got wives, ya know? How they gonna get around that?" Balcore
agreed with his junior that this was, indeed, a problem.
"No problem. For an extra fee, that will go mostly to me,
I will... alter their wives' personality to accept the presence of
another woman. This is easy, very straightforward. I've been doing
that for years."
"What stops us from cutting you out of the loop?" Balcore
wanted to know.
"You don't know how to do the reprogramming, and I will
never show it to you. Nobody else knows how it's done. And, before
you ask, what keeps me from cutting you out is that I cannot do the
legwork, nor do I have the contacts, to make this plan go."
"What about cost?"
"My costs are minimal. Your costs are fairly minimal as
well, just some gas, and the cost of your men. The men we are dealing
with are wealthy. My best guess would be in excess of $250,000."
Balcore whistled. "That's a lot of dough for a little
work. What if we get a sick one, or something?"
"Let me worry about that sort of problem, okay? I have
ways of dealing with it."
The details of the deal were worked out over the next few
hours. By the end of the session, everyone, including Mr. Deneuve, was
fully satisfied with the plan.
"Damn. I never expected I'd be doing business with a kid,"
Balcore commented as he was getting ready to leave. "You've certainly
got cajones, kid. You better be able to pull this off."
"I'm not worried about me, Mr. Balcore. So long as you can
send me clients, we've got it made."
Balcore and his man left, leaving Ron with the Deneuves.
"You never told me about the part where I get lots more
business."
"Yeah, well. I like giving people surprises. Thanks for
setting this up."
"You really think you can do it?" Brian wanted to know.
"I fixed your family, didn't I?" Ron shook Brian's hand,
and headed for home.
Victoria Andrews was walking along a dark street, cold,
wet, and hungry. Her parents had kicked her out of their house when
she told them she was not going to accept their control over her life.
She was *not* going to Vassar, dammit! She wanted to see the world, be
with people.
Victoria did not notice the black van that had been
following her, its engine hardly idling. The van pulled up beside her,
and, faster than she could react, its side door was flung open, and she
was yanked roughly inside. She was bound and gagged before she had
time to resist, and tossed into the back of the van. She thanked the
heavens that she landed on something soft, until that something kicked
her, and she realized it was another girl! *What's going on? Why are
they kidnapping us? We've got to find a way to escape. These guys are
going to rape us for sure.*
They rode around in the back, and picked up two more girls,
before it was so crowded it was hard to breathe. One of the men said,
"Okay, we've got enough." Then they started driving. Victoria
couldn't tell where they were going, but it was out of the city,
because the street lights were much farther apart here. They continued
driving for some time. Finally, they turned off the road onto what she
hoped was a driveway. Her backside was getting sore from all the
bouncing on the hard van floor.
The back doors were opened, but what she saw nearly made
her faint. Five individuals were there, dressed all in black, with
hoods on to obscure their faces. Their attire was calculated to
intimidate, and it was working. There were no weapons in evidence, but
their stance told the women that they were probably there. Each man
stepped forward, grabbed a girl, and flung her over his shoulder. When
all five were out of the van, the doors were closed and it moved off.
The girls were carried into a large building. They were put in a large
room. Their gags were removed, but they were told not to talk. The
men arrayed themselves around the room, observing the women, but not
being actively hostile.
The door opened. The bright light from the hallway made
them all squint. The door closed, and their eyes readjusted to the dim
light in the room. The man before them was dressed in casual attire,
jeans and a T-shirt. Over these, he wore a lab coat. His hair was cut
neatly, over the ears. His eyes were piercing; Victoria didn't like
his gaze. He was carrying a clipboard, on which he was writing
information. He would stop in front of one girl, write something down,
and move on to the next. When he was finished, he handed the clipboard
to one of his assistants in black. He gestured to another, who brought
the lights up slowly, until they could see him easily.
"Hello. Please do not be alarmed. We are not here to
physically abuse you, rape you, or in any way cause you undue mental or
physical stress. I dare say that your life after leaving here will be
far happier than it was when you came in. You may not believe me now,
and I'm sure you don't trust me. How could you possibly, when you've
been, to use your term for it, abducted off the streets and brought to
this strange place?
"I am the head administrator of this facility. I am also
its chief scientist. Okay, I'm its only scientist. You and I will be
interacting on a constant basis while you are here. You will remain in
this facility for a minimum of four days. I cannot tell you how long
you will be here exactly, it depends on... other factors.
"The rules are very simple: do what you are told. Do not
do anything that you are told not to do. If something is ambiguous, in
other words, if you aren't sure whether or not you should do it,
*don't*. When in doubt, your safest course of action is none at all.
If you obey the rules, you will be treated kindly, and you may even
enjoy your stay here. It is unlikely that any of you will be
disobedient for long, but I'd prefer to avoid such unpleasantness. I
will now allow exactly two minutes for questions."
"What are you going to do to us?" One girl asked.
"We are conducting an experiment. There is an old question
about environment versus genetics. Which decides how you will behave?
If it's genetics, then there is nothing we can do to change your lot in
life. We, however, believe it is environment. We are here to prepare
you to enter a wholly new environment from the one you have known. It
is our hope that your new life will prove to be more productive and
useful. Now then, that uses up all of the two minutes. You will very
shortly be taken for a physical exam. You will be taken one at a time,
and the examiner, to make you feel better, is a female. Please
cooperate with her, I don't want to have to discipline anyone the first
night out."
Ron left the room, and the door closed. Victoria was
stunned. *A new life? What kind of crap are they talking here? What,
are they going to send us off to finishing school? Or maybe they want
to make better people out of us by planting microchips in our head. I
don't want any part of whatever this is.* Not that she had a choice,
mind you, but her resolve was strong for the moment.
Another person came in, this one dressed in gray. He
pointed to Victoria, and one of the black-clad guards untied her.
"Stand up, please." She rose as requested, a little unsteady on her
feet. The man in gray was nice enough to wait for her to get her legs
back. "Please come with me."
They walked down a short hallway to an examining room. "In
there. Remove your clothing and lie down on the table. The technician
will be with you shortly."
Victoria did as requested, puzzling only slightly at the
man's choice of words. *Surely he meant 'doctor'.*
The door opened, and a very young woman... no, there was no
way around it, a *girl* walked in. "Hello. My name is Karen. Let me
explain what is about to happen to you. I'm sure, when our
administrator said 'medical exam', you were expecting to see a doctor.
There will be no probes, no x-rays, nothing you would classify as a
test. I will be placing my hands on various parts of your body. Some
of the time, you may be uncomfortable. For that, I apologize now, but
there is no way around it. You will most likely not understand what is
happening, and I am not allowed to explain it to you. Please lie
still, and I will begin the exam."
Victoria lay back, and Karen placed her hands on either
side of Victoria's head. Her hands moved down to her cheeks, then
pressed on her shoulders. Victoria jumped when Karen pressed her hands
into her tits, but there was no sexual content there. She moved on to
the abdomen, and then the pelvis. Victoria didn't know what could
possibly be obtained by this sort of probing, but it wasn't a very
thorough way of checking health. Soon, Karen was finished and asked
Victoria to sit up.
"For the record, what is your first name?"
"Victoria."
"When did you break your leg?"
"What?"
"Your left femur. When did you break it?"
"Six years ago. But how did you-"
"You are aware that you are a borderline diabetic?"
"Well, my doctor says I can deal with it through diet. I
want to-"
"And, is it your father or your mother who has Valervan's
syndrome?"
"My mother. How can you know about something that only
shows on a DNA test?"
"I told you I'm not allowed to explain the methods of our
examination process. We will take care of your diabetes, and we'll
repair the Valervan gene loop before the project is complete. We want
you to leave here healthy. I'm scheduling two sessions for you in the
next two days. Don't worry, the procedures are very straightforward.
Please get dressed."
Victoria dressed herself, but then a though struck her.
"Are you telling me that you can CURE Valervan's?"
"Yes. Quite easily, it's only a genetic defect. Harder to
do when someone actually has it, but you are just a carrier. You would
never have developed the disease, but you could have passed it on to
any children you may have. We will remove the problem, so that your
children will be perfectly healthy, or at least have every chance at
it."
The man in gray came back. Karen said to him, "Room 12.
Clean bill." The man motioned for Victoria to follow him. He led her
down a longer hallway, lined with doors. He went to one marked "12",
and opened it. Inside, Victoria saw many cots , bunked three high,
lining the walls. In the middle of the room were couches and a table.
There were six other girls in the room.
"Ladies, this is your newest roomie. Let's not misbehave
now." He turned to Victoria. "You will be called over the PA system
when you are needed. At those times, you will step outside the room,
close the door, and *wait*. Do not move from the square outside the
door until someone arrives to escort you. Unauthorized walks outside
this room will not be tolerated. Do you understand?" Victoria nodded,
and the man left.
For the next two days, Victoria spent the bulk of her time
in room 12. Their meals were brought in, the bathroom was connected to
the room, and any activities they engaged in were among themselves
only. Victoria never saw any of the other four women brought in with
her that night.
Twice in those two days, Victoria's name was called, and
she went out in the hall to stand in the square. The gray man, as
she'd taken to calling him, led her down the hallway to a medical
facility. Well, she knew that's what it was *now*. Then, it had
looked like a laminar room with an examining table in it. Both of the
"operations" had been performed quickly, quietly, and with little
fuss. She was informed, after each operation, that it had been a
success, and that, in each case, she might feel slightly ill for the
next few hours. She didn't feel bad at all, really. It didn't seem as
though anything had been done. What could three people standing over
her naked body and touching her do? It was the silence that was
creepy. None of them ever spoke to each other, only to her. It was as
if they could communicate with their minds. *Are these people aliens?*
It was in her third day that her programming started.
Again her name was called, but this time the gray man did not come to
lead her. A woman, dressed in a maroon jumpsuit and wearing a matching
hood, approached her. She motioned to the girl, and Victoria followed
her down the hallway. She was directed to sit in a high-backed swivel
chair, much like an office chair, in a small white room. In front of
the chair was a large television set. The screen had to be 80".
Ron entered the room where Victoria was seated. "Good
morning, Miss. Today, we start the learning process off. Now, I don't
want you to be frightened or anything. All I am asking you to do is
sit there and look at the screen. I'm not trying to hypnotize you or
anything like that. I won't even be in the room until the entire
sequence has played itself out. Do you have any questions before we
begin?"
"Yes. What are you getting out of all of this?"
"I am a scientist, young lady. I am doing research. The
information gathered from you and your associates will advance
psychological science far ahead. Now, just sit back, relax, and enjoy
the show." Ron walked out, closing the door behind him. The lights in
the room dimmed, and the TV set came on. At first it was blank, and
then the colors started.....
"Perfect. Just like all the others. I've not encountered
a person yet that could resist this new program."
"What's it doing to them, Ron?" asked Karen. Karen was
Ron's new assistant. He felt it would make the ladies more comfortable
to be examined by a female. Though Karen wasn't as strong a psionic as
Ron, she had learned the medical portion of her psionic training very
well. Besides, Ron knew she was bright, and she didn't trust CAMP.
Someday, he'd have to ask her what had tipped her off.
"It's basically doing to them what we would do. It's
removing their will, and replacing it, right now, with a simple need to
behave and follow the rules. Their second programming session, when
they've been purchased, will turn them into whatever kind of being the
client wants."
"I don't have a problem with it, but isn't this sort of
immoral?" Karen was a good one for asking questions like that.
"Well, I suppose it could be looked at that way, but I look
at it like this: these girls were all out on the streets. So, they
weren't constructive citizens anyhow. They were degrading the 'moral
fabric' of our fair city. All we've really done, is to take away their
free will. As psionics, we tend to do that to everyone we meet
anyway." That answer satisfied Karen, who, as she said, didn't really
have a problem with it anyhow. To her, the ends had always justified
the means. She had never regretted killing her parents, and she was
forever grateful to Ron for having stopped the police, and taking her
in like he did. She'd never really thanked him properly for that.
*Someday, I'll have to tell him thank you. But just saying it doesn't
really mean anything. I'll have to think of something better.*
Victoria's life became very boring for the next week. She
assumed that the "learning" would continue. She didn't feel any
different, though she now no longer considered escape. She didn't want
to cause her captors... no, the word that came to her mind was
"benefactors", any trouble. A week after her session, the door to room
12 opened. She figured they were getting a new roommate, but that
wasn't it.
"Now these women here, are all ready for.... further
education. They are healthy, and ready to go." The administrator was
talking to another gentleman, well-dressed and handsome. He looked
very wealthy. Ron had explained to him already that the women did not
understand why they were there, and that he should watch what he said.
"I see. So, you want me to make a decision on who
continues on in the program at this time?"
"That's right. I realize appearance is not a good judge of
temperament, intelligence, or skill, but we feel that you can decide
based on their actions toward you."
The man wandered around the room, looking at each girl.
They all looked into his eyes as he passed. This was part of their
programming. He stopped in front of Victoria. "You are a very pretty
young lady."
"Thank you, sir."
The man turned to the administrator. "I think, her."
"Very good, sir. A good choice. We can discuss other
details in my office. Karen, see to it that Victoria is prepared for
further education."
"Yes sir," Karen replied. "Victoria, come with me,
please." Victoria followed Karen down a hallway. They stopped at
another door. This one was room 35. They went in.
Inside was a complete suite, with a soft bed, a private
bath, and even a TV set. "For the next portion of your training, you
will sleep here. We aren't punishing you by the isolation, but what
you are learning might be... upsetting to the other girls. So, you
will stay here while you are in this phase."
"I understand."
"All of the rules are the same. When you are called, you
will stand in the square outside the door. We get cable here, so
enjoy." Karen left Victoria to make herself comfortable.
The very next day, Victoria was called. She was again
taken to the small room. On her way down the hall, she passed the
nice-looking gentleman who had chosen her yesterday. She sat in the
same chair, facing the same TV screen.
The gentleman was with Ron in the control booth. "What,
exactly, happens in that room?"
"I'm not allowed to tell you that. Now then, you've filled
out the forms?"
"Yes." He handed over the personality desires sheet that
told Ron how to program the lady. "One other question: you said you
could accommodate almost any request?"
"That is correct."
"Does that include physical?"
"That depends on the request."
"Can you give her jet black hair?"
"That.... yes, we can do that. And, since you are
mentioning hair, would you like us to make her.... maintenance free?"
The man chuckled at the term. "What exactly do you mean?"
"We can, so long as we're messing with her anyway, cause
her not to grow any hair on her body below the neck."
"Not even on her... you know, her privates?"
"Correct. Or, with a little extra effort, we can leave
hair there, but not on her arms or legs."
"Wow! I didn't know medical science had advanced that far."
"Let's just say it hasn't passed through the FDA yet." Ron
smiled, knowing the man would never believe the truth.
"Understood. So, when does she get programmed?"
"It is happening right now. Given the extra requests
you've made, we'll need one extra day to deliver her to you. She will
be ready for receipt the day after tomorrow. I assume there's no
problem with that?"
"No, not at all. Thank you so much. You've made a
longstanding dream come true." Ron led the man out of the control
room, and out of the facility.
"Bring your wife by whenever, and we'll... readjust her way
of thinking. That, of course, is an extra fee." The man agreed,
thanked Ron again, and drove away.
Victoria was back in her room. Only, she wasn't herself
anymore. Of course, she didn't know that. The one thought that kept
running through her mind is *Where is my master? And why am I being
kept from him?*
Again, her name was called. She stood outside, waiting.
The gray man came and led her to the medical facility. Again she
stripped. Again, they placed their hands on her body.
At the end of this procedure, she was told by Karen. "This
procedure was a request of your master. Your hair will change color.
Also, you will notice that some of the hairs on your body are going to
fall out. Please do not be alarmed by this; it is also at the request
of your master. Do you understand?"
"Yes. Please, where is my master?"
"You will see your master when we are sure that our
procedures have been successful. Probably one more day. Please be
patient."
Victoria, who now knew herself as Becky, stood in the
square outside her room, awaiting her guide. The administrator walked
up to her.
"Good morning, Becky, and how are we today?"
"Fine, sir. Will I see my master today?"
"If everything here in the chart checks out, yes."
Becky prayed that everything would be fine. She had never
before been away from her master for so long. At least, that's what
she thought.
"Well, Becky, everything here looks perfect. Did you
notice any hair loss?"
"Yes sir. All the hair on my arms and legs fell out, and
even some around my...my...down there, sir."
"I see. Well, as you were told, that was the request of
your master. So, let's go see him, shall we?" Becky beamed as Ron led
her down the hall and into the reception area of the facility. She saw
her master standing near the entrance waiting. She had to restrain
herself from running to him, but she had not yet been given permission.
"Go ahead, Becky. You're free to go." She bolted to her
master's side. She grabbed his arm and looked up at him longingly.
"How much longer will my wife take?" He asked.
"She should be done any time now." Ron turned to Megan,
who was the receptionist at the facility. "Has he squared away
payment?"
"Yes, sir. Payment received in full."
"Very good. Ah, here comes your wife now." The woman came
in with a wide smile on her face.
"Ah, there you are! I missed you!" She gave him a kiss,
and then looked at 'Becky'. Who is this?"
"This, Yolanda, is my new toy. Her name is Becky. She
will be sharing our bed often, and supplanting you in it from time to
time."
"I see. Well, if that's the way you want it, then I
suppose that's the way it will be. Can we go home now?"
"Yes. Thank you again, sir. I don't know how to thank
you."
"That's easy. Tell your friends about us. But, let's keep
it quiet, shall we?" They both had a good laugh. The trio left, and
Ron went back to work.
That night, just before bedtime, there was a call for
Becky. The caller said only, "Begin program one." Then he hung up.
In accord with her instructions, she returned to the bedroom, took her
watch off, and turned it face down, revealing a small electronic device
attached to the watch. She tapped the button on it once, and an LED
flashed twice. Knowing that it was doing its job, she climbed back
into bed next to her master, whom she spent the rest of the night
satisfying. Ron's program, phase one, was under way.
Just as life was settling down to a new routine, something
had to go and upset the apple cart. This time, it came from an
unexpected direction.
It had taken the workers time to get used to a large white
mountain lion roaming the halls of the reprogramming facility. Jessica
had authority to enter any place she desired. Normally, she followed
Ron, unless he asked her not to. This he did occasionally, so as not
to scare the patients. He was not surprised, then, to find her waiting
for him in her office. He was shocked, however, when he found himself
in the Plane of the Watchers.
"Jess? What's up? You don't normally bring me here."
"Ron, there's a serious problem. It's about Miko. Take
her to the doctor, as soon as possible. If the doctor verifies that
her blood chemistry is going haywire, I'll explain more. Just get her
to the doc, soon."
"Is tomorrow soon enough? She has a scheduled appointment
at 11:30."
"That'll do. It would be unseemly to upset a doctor's
schedule, as much fun as it might be for you."
"What should the doc be looking for?"
"Tell her to run a blood test just to check her blood
chemistry. If she doesn't find anything unusual, then the info I'm
getting here is wrong. Otherwise, you've got a hell of a problem.
I'll explain later if necessary."
Ron abruptly found himself back in the real world. He
wondered why she had been so curt with him, but then he realized one of
his staff was entering the room. *How does she do that?*
Doctor Brown was not at all comfortable with Ron in the
examining room. Her body was giving all sorts of crazy signals. If
Ron had not been so concerned about Kumiko, he would have been
thoroughly amused. He had checked the schedule on entering the
office. He knew that the next people in to see the doctor would be a
very young couple. As a matter of fact, the young man had just
graduated high school the past year. He was sure that the two would
have a wonderful time.
"Are you trying to tell me how to do my job, young man?"
"Just shut the fuck up and do it, lady. I haven't got the
time nor the inclination to sit here and argue with you."
The doctor went out in a huff, saying that a technician
would be in shortly.
"Why are you insisting on the blood test, Master? I am
feeling okay, I guess, for a pregnant woman."
"Just bear with me, okay, Miko? Excuse me, Kumiko." More
often lately, he had been slipping and calling her Miko. He still
remembered their first meeting in the girls' restroom of the high
school, and he wished his life were still that simple. He also wished
Kumiko were still that same girl, but she wasn't. Life in Ron's family
had been no picnic for her, and it had not been good for her. With
Ron's "assistance", she had been able to bear it, but she was no longer
the sweet, naive girl he had fallen for back then. *Back then? It
was, what? Two years ago! Seems like a lifetime!*
The technician came in, and drew the blood. When Ron asked
her how long the test would take, she told him about an hour. As she
was leaving, Ron saw the young couple being led back to the next exam
room. *At least I'll have entertainment while I wait.*
In the next room, Dr. Brown was having trouble focusing on
her job. Her pussy was wet, her vision was blurred, and all she could
think about was tearing her clothes off and climbing up on this young
woman and eating her pussy out. For now she was fighting the urge, but
she was losing, and she knew it.
"Doctor, are you okay?" The young man, whose name was
Fred, asked.
"What? Yes, yes, I'm fine. Okay, now I have to stick this
instrument up your wife's pussy... I'm *sorry*, I mean her cunt... *no,
NO*, I mean her *vagina*, to make sure everything up there is... is...
all lubed and wet and hot and really needs a good sucking and... and...
oh my God!" Dr. Brown had no more words. She bent down and began
licking the lady's pussy. The woman, named Mary, was shocked, but
couldn't sit up. Fred was frozen, unable to move in his awe.
Mary wasn't long before she started moaning and twisting on
the table. Dr. Brown started removing her own clothes. When she had
pulled them all off, she looked over at Fred. "Would you care to enjoy
mine?" That was all she had to say, and Fred was galvanized into
action. While Dr. Brown returned to Mary's cunt, Fred knelt down, and
started lapping at Dr. Brown's.
As they continued, both Dr. Brown and Mary came, but Fred
never did. Dr. Brown realized this, and she felt the problem needed to
be rectified. "Ah-hem. As part of the doctor-patient experience, it
is sometimes necessary for me to witness certain acts. Right now,
Fred, I would like you to screw Mary silly while I watch. Mary, while
Fred is screwing you silly, I'd like you to eat out my pussy."
Mary had little time to object as her mouth was suddenly
filled with the doctor's cunt. Her own cunt was soon filled with
something very long and hard, and attached to her husband. Fred was
pumping furiously inside her. He ran his hands over her taut abdomen,
and all of a sudden, he felt the baby move. He wasn't sure whether he
felt it first with his hands or his cock, but it was the most erotic
thing he had ever experienced. He started ramming furiously into her,
while the doctor played with her enlarged tits, squeezing them,
actually milking them. She lapped up the milk that oozed out of them,
and kept squeezing. Fred continued to run his hands over her stomach,
occasionally feeling the baby twitch or kick. His wife's moans,
muffled as they were by the doctor's muff, still permeated the room.
The doctor's moans were probably audible in the waiting room, as loud
as she was. Fred himself was grunting with each hard thrust into his
wife. He was wondering now if there was any way to get one of these
exam tables with the stirrups for his bedroom. He found the whole
situation absolutely fantastic. The doctor reached down and started
playing with his balls. This was all Fred could handle, and he gushed
forth into his wife. Mary, feeling his sperm, climaxed herself, and
sucked harder on the doctor. Dr. Brown came from the sheer excitement
and naughtiness of the act.
After all the orgasms had subsided, Dr. Brown climbed down
off her patient. Fred had pulled out of Mary, and was cleaning himself
up with tissues. The doctor was extremely embarrassed, and mumbled
something about letting the nurse take over from here.
After the doctor left, Fred looked over at Mary, who was
smiling serenely. "If all your visits are like this, I want to come
more often!" They both had a good laugh at that.
Shortly thereafter, Dr. Brown returned to Kumiko and Ron,
with a perplexed look on her face. Even Kumiko could tell there was a
problem.
"Dr. Brown? Is something wrong?"
"Kumiko.... I don't know how to say this. Your blood
chemistry is... it's all wrong. Nothing here makes any sense. The
numbers all read either way high or dangerously low. It doesn't fit
any known disease in the books. I'd like to take another sample for
verification. You say you're feeling fine?"
"Other than a little fatigue, yes. I'd assumed that was
due to the pregnancy."
"It probably is. I don't know why you are not feeling
extremely ill. Please, after I get the new sample, go home and get
lots of rest." She turned to Ron. "I don't know what tipped you off,
but you were right. I don't know what her normal duties are to you,
but she can't do them in this condition."
"Right now, she doesn't have any duties. She'll be on bed
rest until you say otherwise."
"Very good. Now, let's get that other blood sample."
Later, at home, Ron led Jessica into his private area. As
soon as they were alone, Ron found himself back in the Watchers' plane.
"Okay, Jess. What the hell is going on? Miko's blood
chemistry was all over the place. What's wrong with her?"
"Miko has been possessed."
"What? Come on, Jess, get real."
"Ron? Does this look 'real' to you? I'm beyond the
concept of mortality. I *know* demons exist. I've seen them, I've
fought them. It's part of my job up here to keep them away from you
and your family. This particular demon is very nasty."
"What does he want?"
"His name is Mordreon. What he wants... is for Miko to
die."
"So why doesn't he just kill her? I mean, what's going on?"
"Mordreon's power is specific. He will kill her, but he
wants her to suffer first. Her, and everyone around her. The job that
demons perform is to disrupt the existence of humans. The more chaos
they can cause, the more damage they can do, the more they like it."
"So, how do I stop him?"
"You don't. Mordreon's power is of short range, but
immense power. In other words, if you get close enough to fight him,
you have no chance of winning. No human does. The psionic power of a
demon, well, the scale you use on the physical plane just doesn't even
allow for the concept of this much power."
"So you're telling me I've just got to let her *die*? I'll
be damned if I'm just going to stand by and watch!"
"You don't have a choice. Once Mordreon finds a way into a
body, the only way to get him out is to kill the body. You should have
read the book more carefully, Ron."
"What are you talking about?"
"Mordreon's way into Kumiko was through the mental lens.
When not used constantly as a defense, it becomes a gateway for the
psionically proficient. The same magnifying influence it had on your
power, allowed Mordreon to magnify his power enough to take over.
That, and the fact that she is pregnant. See, he's actually not inside
her. He's inside *the baby*. That's why you haven't noticed any
personality changes yet. That won't last long, though. Soon, she will
become dangerous. To herself, and to everyone around her. I'm sorry,
Ron, there's nothing that can be done."
"Like hell there isn't! Watch me."