Message-ID: <6361eli$9712121559@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cmndr@nym.alias.net (Commander Jameson) X-Good-Total-Length: yes Subject: {ASS} RP by RQ: "CAMP" Part 3 by WhiteStar (mc, teen, inc, m/f) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii X-Email: Don't send me e-mail as BCC - it will bounce. Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34ace090.39724199@207.14.113.10XCJ> Reposter's note: This story is being reposted with consent of the author. For missing parts, questions, etc. please visit the author's website at http://www.psynet.net/whitestar Subject: STORY: CAMP - Ron's Journey, Part 3 [0/1] (mc,teen,preg,inc,mf,mff,ff...) From: whitestar@psynet.net (WhiteStar) Date: 16 Aug 1997 07:20:52 GMT -------- STORY: CAMP - Ron's Journey, Part 3: Field Agent Ron Chaffey This is the third part of an ongoing story. You can find the first two parts recently reposted (Look under REPOST:), or at my website, see below. Disclaimer: The following story contains sex. LOTS of sex. If you are under 18, or are offended by such topics, what the hell are you doing in our newsgroup? Please leave and go somewhere that doesn't offend you, so that you can stop bothering the rest of us. The stuff in this story includes: mc, teen, preg, slight-nc, inc, mf, ff, mff.... and so on. If any of this offends, don't read the story. Non-standard disclaimer: As you might guess by its length, this story contains a PLOT. If you can't handle plots in your sex, please skip this story now. WARNING: There is some violence in the story. It is _*NOT*_ in the sex scenes. All the nc sex is mc as well, so it doesn't really have a "rape" feel to it (though that's just what it is.). The violence occurs as part of the story. I felt I should warn you, and so you've been warned. There is little to no gruesome detail, just violence. (Violence? Sex? Swearing? Sounds like a good movie! :) ) If you don't want to read my story in ASCII format, or you'd like it broken down more, go to: http://www.psynet.net/whitestar There, you'll find this story in several formats, and a little else. Please feel free to send comments, questions, suggestions and constructive criticisms to: mailto: whitestar@psynet.net Thank you for your time. WhiteStar Subject: STORY: CAMP - Ron's Journey, Part 3 [1/1] (mc,teen,preg,inc,mf,mff,ff...) From: whitestar@psynet.net (WhiteStar) Date: 16 Aug 1997 07:23:26 GMT -------- See part 0/1 for disclaimers and messages. If you are underage, or offended by sexual content, GO AWAY! This story is about sex. :) Enjoy! WhiteStar CAMP - Ron's Journey Part 3: Field Agent Ronald Chaffey by WhiteStar Chapter 1: New Home for the Chaffeys The next morning, Ron was the first to wake up. However, in trying to get out of bed, he woke up everyone else. It went something like this: In order to get out of bed, he had to roll Megan off his one side. This woke her up, but not before she bumped Jess, who in turn jostled Nikki, who accidentally elbowed Tammy, who then banged up against Sandra. It was a good thing it was a king-size bed, but it was still crowded. Not that it had mattered last night. The only part that had disturbed Ron, and was still bothering him, was Miko's absence. He would have to talk to her about that. He also needed to make plans about a new dwelling. It would take too long to patch up this house to make it livable. Ron had set up a barrier so that no one could enter the house, but that was very draining on his system. He woke up almost as tired as when he'd gone to bed. He went into the kitchen and got himself some breakfast. Just then his mother came into the kitchen. "Good morning, Ron!" "Hey, Mom. You're awful cheery today. How are you feeling, really?" Ron studied her face for signs of pain, but didn't see any. He was too wore out to bother with a scan. "I'm okay, really, Ron. I'm sore, in a lot of places, but no major pains anywhere. You did a fine job patching me up. Ron? Can we talk about some things?" "Sure, Mom. What do you want to talk about?" "Well, I've come to understand that somehow you're in control of everything. I mean, I don't think I could go against your wishes if I wanted to, not that I've wanted to lately. What's going on?" Ron wasn't sure how much to tell her, but then he realized that she couldn't tell anyone anyway, so he decided to lay it all out for her. "Well, Mom, it's like this. Remember the day I told Dad off?" "Yes." "Well, that was the first day I realized I had this neato power. I could make people do whatever I wanted them to. Ever since then, I've kinda been controlling the whole household." "So, your sisters, and me, we've all been 'under your spell'?" "Well, sort of. It's not quite like a spell, but that's an easy enough analogy. There's lots of different ways of doing it." "And camp was about what, really?" "CAMP was to teach me how to use my abilities to their fullest extent." Ron was quoting the manual again. "Okay, now, why am I not angry about all of this?" She felt she ought to be, but couldn't bring herself to it. "I'm not entirely sure on all aspects of it, but I think I sort of changed the way you think, so that you're happy with life as it is." "Oh. Okay." Ron was surprised to find that she was entirely satisfied with this answer. "So, I guess you're the man of the house now. What do we do now? I don't have the money to get the house fixed up, and we can't afford to move." "I told you last night, Mom. I've got a job with CAMP, and they pay way better than your job does. I'll find us a new house today, and we can move in before school starts." "So, you *will* be going back to school?" Sandra queried. "Oh, yeah. It's very important that I finish my schooling. It's part of my agreement with CAMP." "Now, what about all these girls running around?" Ron could tell his mother had pretty much been out of it last night. He had covered all of this in the family meeting. He didn't mind going over it again for Sandra though. "Well, of course, Tammy is Nikki's friend. Megan is my.... slave. I picked her up at CAMP. Jessica is also my slave, if you remember, she was my student at the end of last school year." "Oh, yes. Now I remember." Ron wondered if there were still some lingering effects from Marinda. He had cleared out all the commands, but maybe all the pathways hadn't reasserted themselves yet. "Anyway, Miko is my.... well, she'll tell you she's my slave, too, but I prefer to think of her as my girlfriend." Ron wasn't really sure *what* he felt about Miko, just that he didn't want to be without her. "Speaking of Miko, I really need to have a talk with her. Did you want to know anything else?" "No, I should really get ready for work now. I'm already late." Sandra started to get up, but Ron stopped her. "No, Mom. Call in sick today. I don't want you going out in your condition. I'm going to call Dr. Brown, and have her come over to look at you later." "Okay, Ron. I'll just rest here, then." She picked up the phone, and sat down to make her call. "I'll be up in my room with Miko if you need anything." "Alright, honey.... Yes, this is Sandra Chaffey, may I speak..." Ron headed up to his room. Out of habit, he knocked before entering. Then he realized how silly that was, given it was _his_ bedroom. He quietly opened the door, and walked in. Miko was sleeping soundly curled up on Ron's bed. She made quiet little snore noises that Ron found absolutely adorable. He sat down in the chair beside his bed, and just stared at her for a while. She was wearing one of Dawn's nightshirts, but he could clearly remember the body beneath from last night. He watched her chest rise and fall with her breath. Her face looked angelic in the peaceful rest of sleep. He hesitated to wake her, but knew the rest of the family would be up very shortly, and would disturb her rest anyway. He reached his hand out toward her shoulder, but when he got about six inches from her, she awoke, and reflexively jumped away from him. She did not retreat farther after she realized who it was, but she was still trembling. Ron felt a load of anger boil up in him again at the thought of what she must have gone through to put that kind of terror into her. He forced it back down, knowing it did no good, and might frighten Miko even further. "Miko? Are you okay?" Ron was very concerned that the girl was emotionally quite fragile. "Yes, Master Ron. I am sorry I moved away from you. I am ready to be punished." 'Punished? For that? I don't think so!' Ron moved over and sat on the edge of the bed. Miko was still quaking. Ron reached over and rested his hand on her arm. "Miko, I am not going to punish you for something you couldn't control anyway. You don't need to be afraid of me, I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to talk to you, if you feel up to it." Miko settled some at Ron's words, and she made a great effort to compose herself. And succeeded, for the most part. "Yes, Master. What would you like to talk about?" "Well, for starters, I was curious as to why you didn't join us last night when we went to bed." "That was a family gathering, Master. I am not a member of the family." "Miko, you are as much a member of the family as Megan, or Tammy, or Jess is. You are now a member of my family. You will be treated just like all of the others here. I will protect you just like I protect them. Do you understand?" Miko nodded meekly. Ron tried to hug her, but she was so curled up, he couldn't really get his arms around her. "Miko, would you please stand up?" She did as requested, but kept her face to the floor. "Is there something wrong?" She mumbled something, but Ron couldn't make it out. He wasn't even sure it was English. "Excuse me? What?" "I am not worthy of your protection, Master. I have displeased you. You may send me away now." 'This girl has some serious problems in her head. I could easily remove those memories.... No. Not unless she agrees to it.' "Miko, I am 'not' unhappy with you. You have not 'displeased' me at all. I am not angry, upset, or even mildly annoyed. I am happy that you have decided to stay." "Then why do you still call me Miko?" "Huh?" Ron was totally lost now. "If you are my Master, and I am your servant, why do you not use my proper name?" "Well, you told me to call you Miko...." "Master, I said my *friends* call me Miko. It is not proper for you to demean yourself in that manner." "I don't understand. What should I call you, then?" "It is appropriate that you refer to your possession by her proper name, Kumiko." "Is this what has been troubling you?" "It is one thing, yes, Master." "Well, Kumiko, I'm sorry I worried you. I wasn't aware that I should have been using your full name. What else is bothering you?" "I am not worthy to serve the Master." "Kumiko, you are as worthy as anyone else who lives here, except me, of course." Ron added that only because he knew it was what she expected him to say. He was starting to catch on, but he'd need to read up on Japanese customs if he was going to keep up with this girl. "You are truly satisfied with me, Master?" She desperately needed to believe that he accepted her. "Kumiko, I am more than satisfied with you. I am overjoyed with you. Now then, how are you really feeling this morning? I mean, do you hurt anywhere?" "No, Master. I am sore where I had the bruises, but you have taken care of me well. Thank you again." She bowed, very formally, low enough that he could actually see the back of her neck. 'This is going to take some getting used to.' He could have ordered her not to do it, but he decided he kind of liked it. He wouldn't want to have all the women going around bowing like that, but for one, it was kind of cool. "Kumiko, please stand still." She did so, and Ron did a quick, but gentle, inspection of her body and its' many bruises. The hip still seemed to be tender. He stood behind her to inspect her legs, and as he rose from his crouch, he embraced her from behind. It was gentle, as everything he did with Kumiko was gentle. He hugged her to him, in a way that stated beyond any doubt that he thought of her as 'his', to be protected, cared for, and loved. Tears formed in her eyes, but she said nothing. Ron noticed them, but realized these were not tears of sadness, but joy. He also knew this was not a time for talking. He held her, rocking very slightly back and forth, for a long time. She was somewhat shorter than Ron, so she leaned her head back against his shoulder, with a small, peaceful smile of contentment on her face. Eventually, the real world had to intrude on their Paradise. Ron heard the commotion downstairs. It was just the normal noise of six people sitting at a table yakking, but it was enough to destroy the mood. "Are you ready to have breakfast yet, Kumiko?" "Yes, Master. But, what shall I wear?" He was tempted to say, "Nothing", but he realized the house presently had no front door. "Stay here a moment." He walked to Dawn's room, and looked in her closet. He found something he'd forgotten she had. One year, his sister had been in a play as a Japanese lady. She'd had to wear a wig, since most Japanese are not blonde, but she had done well. The kimono she had used as a costume was hanging in the closet. Ron immediately thought that this was appropriate dress for Kumiko. She would, of course, agree, since it was her Master's opinion. He returned to his room. "Here, you can wear this. It should fit you." "Oh, Master! It is beautiful. Thank you very much." She put it on, and it was an almost perfect fit. It covered her body fully, but Ron's imagination still filled in the hidden details. "Okay, let's go to breakfast!" They headed downstairs to the kitchen. The talking stopped as they entered, and everyone saw Kumiko. Her hair was a mess, and what makeup she had been wearing had smeared, but she was still beautiful. "Well, Good Morning!" piped Megan. "Glad to see you're up and about." "Thank you." replied Kumiko, in an almost-whisper. "May I sit down?" "Of course, Miko. You're a member of the family now. Do what you want, so long as Ron thinks it's okay." Dawn's reply was perfect: it stated the position of the entire family, and then included Kumiko in that group. Everyone was treating her like just another member of the family. Ron was pleased. After breakfast, Ron needed to deal with a new home. He thought he knew how to get one. "Hello, Mr. Simmons' office." "Hello. This is Ronald Chaffey. I need to speak with Mr. Simmons, please." "Look, son, Mr. Simmons is a very busy man-" "Just ask him if he'll take the call." Ron was in no mood to deal with a whiney-ass secretary. "Hold, Please." Ron listened to some Muzak for about ten seconds. "Ron! Hey, buddy, what can I do for you?" "Mr. Simmons-" "Bill, remember?" "Okay, Bill. I need a little help, and I have a proposition for you. Can we meet for lunch or something? I'd rather not discuss it on the phone." He wasn't worried about security, but he still wasn't sure of his long-distance controls, and he thought he might need to adjust Bill somewhat, though he didn't think so. "Alright. I'll pick you up at noon, maybe ten after. We'll go to The Remington. Should I bring a briefcase, or anything?" "No, I don't think you'll need it for this." "Alrighty, then. I'll see you 'round noon." The Remington was a very upscale place. Ron had put on the best clothes he had for this meeting. He felt wholly uncomfortable, but he knew that business was always conducted in as uncomfortable an outfit as you could manage. He never understood why, that's just the way it was. They made idle chat until the main course arrived, then Bill settled down to get the meat of the discussion out in the open. "So, Ron. You say you've got a proposition? Anything I can do to help my buddy. Shoot." "Well," Ron started, "you know what I did for your wife, right?" "Oh, yes! I'd like to thank you again for that. It has been absolutely wonderful the last eight weeks." "Good, I'm glad to hear it. Here's my problem: My family needs a new home." In response to the look on Bill's face, Ron hastened to add, "Don't worry, I'm not asking you to provide one. But, I'm sure you have contacts to people who could get us into a home pretty cheap, don't you?" "Well, yeah, Ron, I do. But, I mean, I don't have the kind of clout to pull that kind of favor out of thin air. I mean, they'd basically be tossing money away." "Do any of these people you know happen to have wives?" "Of course they do....." And the light started to dawn. "Well, you were willing to pay me almost anything to keep your wife the way she is. My family needs a new home. We need one quickly. If one of your friends might be willing to trade my service for a really good deal on a large home, I'd be very grateful." "How big of a home do you need, Ron?" "As big as I can get. There are eight of us right now, but there'll be nine of us in about seven months. I don't know what the number will end up being." "Okay. I know of a couple of really large houses out in the country that aren't selling. I think I can talk one of my friends into selling it to you, maybe even in trade. His wife is a real, pardon me, bitch. She's always nagging on him. He married her for her looks, before he realized what a shrew she was. She married him for the money. If you could tame her, he might even give you the damned house!" "That sounds real good. Can you call him after lunch, and see if he'd be okay with that?" "Sure, but, Ron? He's not gonna believe it." "Tell him he'll have his results before he gives us the house." "Great, but that'll take a couple days, won't it?" "Your wife took about half an hour." "Really? Shit! I didn't realize it was that fast. Wait. How's he gonna get his wife to go see an, excuse me, thirteen year-old kid?" "Hmmm. Well, what's she into? I mean, what're her hobbies?" "Mainly, money. She likes art, though." "That works. Tell her that I have some artwork she really should see. It's worth lots more than I'm selling it for, and like that." "Do you actually have any?" "No, but that's not important. All I need is to get within a few feet of her." "Okay! I'll drop you off home, and then I'll go see what I can do. Hey, Ron? Are you looking to maybe make a business out of this?" "You think it would sell? We'd have to keep it real quiet." "Oh, it'll sell alright!" "Tell you what, other than this deal, which we'll call payback for your wife, anyone you find, you send my way, and I'll give you part of whatever I make." "That sounds cool to me. Like a 'finder's fee'." "Yeah. Like that." The rest of lunch was more chit-chat, and then Bill dropped Ron off home. Ron spent some time cleaning things up, getting them ready to be packed. When the phone rang, Kumiko answered it. "Hello, Ron Chaffey's residence....May I ask who's calling, sir?....Wait a moment, please." She set the phone down, and turned to Ron. "Master? It is someone named Bill. Do you wish to take the call?" "Yes, Kumiko, and very nice way to answer the phone, too." Kumiko beamed, and handed Ron the phone. He reached over and squeezed her ass gently by way of a thank-you. "Bill? Ron here." "Who, may I ask, was *that*?" "Oh, that was just Kumiko. She's a.... permanent house guest." "I see. Is she as pretty as she sounds?" "More so. Anyway, what's up?" "Well, Mr. Tannon will be dropping by with his wife later this evening, if that's okay with you. He has a three story, 10 bedroom house in the country with an attic and a basement, swimming pool, and 6 acres of land. He says if you can make his wife shut up, you can have the place free and clear. He's willing to eat the loss to get his wife to stop nagging." "Sounds good to me. But, Bill? Remember that I said some strange things happened with your wife?" "Yeah, so?" "I need to be alone with her. I don't want anyone to see what I'm actually doing. It would probably just freak them out, anyway." "Okay, I'll pass that along. How 'bout he just drops her off, then comes back later?" "Let's do this. Drop her off at say, seven. I'll call him when I'm done. I don't know exactly how long it will take, it's different for each person." He was temporizing now. If she was really pretty, he would probably want to have some fun with her, and there was no telling how long that would take. "Works fine for me. I'll give you his number. It's 555-4891. That way, whenever you're done... doing whatever, you can call him. I'll have him drop her by around sevenish." "Okay, thanks a lot, Bill. Talk to you later. Bye." Ron hung up, and made his plans for the evening. Ron spent his afternoon at the library, looking up some books on Japanese culture, the better to understand his new follower, Kumiko. She was certainly beautiful, and very devoted, but she was also slightly odd. Of course, this may have been one of the things that attracted Ron to her. He could easily live with her eccentricities. She was becoming his favorite, probably because she had never, from the beginning, ever questioned him on anything, except whether or not she was acceptable. After a couple of hours poking around books about Japanese society, and locating a couple of items on the Japanese language, Ron headed home to prepare for his guest. He had everything set up in the den. The den was a seldom-used room in the house, mainly because, for some reason, no one had ever bothered to install heating or air conditioning into the room. Ron didn't figure it would matter all that much for the evening. Since it was rather warm, it might even be an asset. The car dropped the woman off promptly at 7:00. Ron watched her come up the walk, and his prick hardened almost instantly. This lady might be a bitch, but she was also gorgeous! he was beginning to learn that lots of pretty women were bitches. 'Too bad. Of course, they're not bitches around *me*.' He drew himself up, and presented himself to her. "Hello, Mrs. Tannon. My name is Ronald Chaffey." He used his full name to sound important. "Please excuse the mess, we are... having some remodeling done, and it's in the early stages." This sounded plausible, but he figured she'd see right through it. More or less, she ignored it. "Where is the painting?" 'Geez, she is a tight-assed bitch, ain't she.' "Right this way, ma'am." Ron led her back to the den. He had already instructed the entire family to stay out of the way for the evening. This was work, and he didn't want anything to interfere with how he performed his job. They entered the room. What Callie Tannon saw was an easel, with something on it, covered in a black cloth. A traditional way to present artwork, it was also a complete fabrication. There was nothing there, Ron had formed an illusion for her to see. Mrs. Tannon walked over to remove the cloth, no preliminary niceties at all. Of course, when she got there, Ron vanished the painting into thin air. The lady spun on her heel to face the boy. "What is going on here?" She was more angry than frightened. Well, she had no reason to be afraid of a thirteen year-old boy. "Sit down, Mrs. Tannon." Callie Tannon moved slowly over to the couch, and, like a rusted machine, slowly sank to the couch. She was fighting it every step of the way, but Ron knew what he was doing by now. "What are you doing to me?" "Just making you more pleasant, that's all. Now, no more talking." Talking interfered with his concentration, and he wanted to get this job right. The house sounded like a very nice place, and so Ron didn't want to screw this up. For the next twenty minutes, Ron fiddled with Callie Tannon's mind. Removing thoughts here, re-organizing ideas there, he turned her into the perfect wife. With one, glaring exception. She would be entirely faithful to her husband, unless Ron wanted her. He installed in her brain an ultimate override command. She would obey him above all others. Ron thought this might be useful at a later date. When she finally started to come out of her "sleep", Ron handed her a soda. "Drink up, you're probably thirsty." He knew he was, he'd already drank an entire can of Pepsi. Callie drank her soda carefully, taking small sips until it was all gone. "Why am I here?" She asked. "To have a little fun, that's all." Ron replied. He took her glass from her. "Please stand up, and put your arms at your sides." Ron admired the statuesque figure before him. She was 5'10" tall, beautiful, flowing blonde hair that reached below her shoulders, exquisite, green eyes set in a cultured face, with high cheekbones and a perfect nose. Her outfit accentuated a wonderful pair of tits. Her 4" heels highlighted her long legs, and showed them off to good measure. Her dress stopped just above her knee, and so covered all the parts of her that Ron really wanted to see. He hadn't had sex all day, and that was a long time for him as of late. "Just relax. We're going to have some fun." "Okay. Whatever you say." Ron told her to raise her arms above her head, which she did. This forced her breasts to move up even further, and accented them wonderfully. The dress she was wearing was tight, and he didn't want to ruin it. He used a little telekinesis to gently swish it over her head and off her body. What he found underneath was, nothing. No clothing, that is. She was now completely nude. She had worn neither bra, which he'd expected given her dress, nor panties, which surprised him. He examined the heavenly form before him. Her nipples were standing erect, either from the sudden air, or arousal. Her body took on a very light sheen of sweat, certainly from the heat of the moment. "Spread your legs for me." This she did, without hesitation, Ron noted. He reached out with his mind, and brushed across her chest. Her entire body shivered, and she let out a low moan. Ron did it again, only across her abdomen. Again, a shiver and a moan. Now, Ron brushed across her pussy lips and her clit, with just the tenderest of touches. Her body jerked, and she let loose a loud, guttural moan of want and need. "What do you want from me, Callie?" Ron loved teasing his subjects. "I want you inside me, Ron. I want you to fuck me silly." Exactly as he had programmed her, when aroused, she became a complete slut, for either him or her husband, but no one else. Ron walked over to her, and caressed her ass with his hand. It was firm and well toned. 'She must work out a lot.' Ron ran his hand around her hip, until he was facing her in front. Given both her present position, and her height, Ron was staring right above her tits. He pulled one of her breasts into his mouth and sucked on them. She pressed herself into him, trying to rub her body up against his. Ron switched breasts, and continued the wonderful torture. Callie was writhing in ecstasy now. Ron reformed his extension, and brushed it against her pussy some more. Her writhing and moaning increased. Ron kept this up, moving faster and sucking harder until finally she hit her edge. With an ear-shattering scream, she came, shuddering and bucking. If it hadn't been for Ron's telekinesis, she would have collapsed on the floor. But, Ron wasn't finished yet, so he couldn't let her go just now. Ron moved over to the couch, pulled off his clothes, and sat down. "Come on over, Callie." Callie Tannon glided swiftly over to him. "Kneel... Now, suck my cock." Callie Tannon, bitchy housewife, one who never did anything so disgusting as suck a man's cock before tonight, now gladly did as ordered. She took Ron's tool in hand, and began slathering it with kisses. She worked her way all the way down to his balls. She took them into her mouth, one at a time, and sucked on them gently. Ron's cock grew to it's full hardness, and then she took it into her mouth. At first, she just took the head, lashing it with her tongue, and sucking on it hard enough to vacuum the cum right out of it. Eventually, she started taking more and more of it into her mouth, pumping with her hand what was left. She kept this up, sucking, and pumping, and licking, until Ron couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her head and held it in place. He poured his come down her throat, and she swallowed every drop. When he was done cumming, she continued her blowjob, to make sure he was fully hard for the next round. When she had him fully erect, Ron had her stand up. Ron moved over to a chair, better suited for what he had in mind. "Come sit on my cock, facing me." He hadn't tried this with a person facing him yet. She strode over, and slowly lowered herself onto his cock. She let out a low hiss as his rod impaled her body. When she finally had him fully inside her, he had her stop. Now, Ron formed his extension again. He formed it into a thin penis, and moved it into her asshole. She tensed, then, as it pushed in, she started wiggling in his lap. "Oh, yesssssss! That feels soooooo goood!" She purred into his ear. Once he had the extension fully into her, he locked it into place. Now, as she began to ride up and down on his cock, the extension would move in and out of her just as his cock did. She tried to start slow, but her body betrayed her. She was simply too stimulated to be patient. She started bucking in his lap. Ron had all he could do to hold onto her. He applied some extra telekinetic energy to the situation, and floated them both up in the air. This eliminated the worry that they would fall off the chair. He simulated a chair under him, to keep the position right. Meanwhile, Callie's pace was increasing. her tits were flouncing up and down in a very attractive manner, and Ron grabbed one into his mouth and started sucking on it again. This drove Callie wild, and caused her to move even faster, if that was possible. Finally, with a pinch and a nip to each nipple, Ron brought her over the edge. She shuddered, then froze in an ultimate spasm of ecstasy. Then, she went limp. Unfortunately, Ron had, again, not come with his partner. Then, he saw Megan standing at the door. "Is there a problem, Megan?" "No, sir. I heard the noise, I wanted to make sure everything was alright. I'm sorry to interrupt." "Don't worry about it. Just get out of those clothes and get over here!" Ron needed relief, and Megan's entry was certainly fortuitous. He wondered if he had anything to do with it, but didn't really care. Megan fairly tore off her clothes, popping buttons off of her shirt to get it off. Her breasts burst free, and Ron grabbed for them. He had lowered Mrs. Tannon to the ground, but he was still floating. He raised Megan up off the floor, and yanked her pants down and off, letting them fall to the floor. She wasn't wearing panties, as instructed by her Master. He briefly paused at her pussy to drink in some of her juices, but it was her ass he was after. Megan's ass was the tightest hole in the entire house. He spun her around and pressed in. This would have been extraordinarily painful for Megan, but Ron had learned how to use his healing powers in other ways. When he touched Megan, he both loosened her anus, and lubed her rectum from the inside. He pressed into her at almost full speed. Megan let forth a grunt, but showed no signs of pain. Ron was really beyond caring anyway. He pumped into her furiously. He reached around, and, with one hand fondled a tit, while the other hand rubbed her pussy. 'Floating in air makes this stuff so easy. No worrying about falling, or painful positions. It's so COOL!' Ron kept up his maddening pace for only a couple minutes. He came in what felt like buckets into Megan's ass. Just as he came, she reached her own orgasm from his manual stimulation. Again the den was filled with moans and wails of pure joy and pleasure. Ron brought them both down to rest on the couch. Ron's cock softened, and withdrew from Megan's ass. She turned, and embraced Ron. They kissed, deeply, sensuously, their tongues fighting a delicious battle in each other's mouths. She broke the kiss finally, and just lay her head on his shoulder, resting. "You did good, Megan. Very good." It was exactly what she needed to hear, as his sex slave, it was what she craved: to know he was happy with her performance. After a few minutes, Mrs. Tannon began to wake up. Ron thought about moving Megan, but he was enjoying her where she was, so he didn't. "Wow! That was wonderful! Ron, baby, you're fantastic!" Callie gushed over him. "Mrs. Tannon, I think you'll find that your husband is just as good." It didn't really matter whether his technique was as good as Ron's or not. It was programmed into her that she would like them both equally well. "Would you hand me the phone, please, Callie?" "Certainly." She handed over the phone. Ron dialed the number Bill had given him. "Mr. Tannon? Yes sir, this is Ron. Yes, sir. You can come get your wife now. No, she didn't want the painting, but I think she'll have a surprise for you when you get home, anyway. Yes sir. See you soon." Ron hung up the phone and handed it back to Callie. "You should get dressed now." Megan started to get up, but Ron held her in place. "Not you. You stay put." Megan lay back down, with a huge, serene smile on her face. Eventually, Ron did have to let Megan up, so he could get dressed to greet Mr. Tannon. "Hello, Ron! It's nice to finally meet you." "Hello, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you, too." "So, how went the experiment?" "It wasn't an experiment, sir. And it went perfectly, as I thought it would." Callie was off in the restroom, fixing her hair or somesuch bullshit. "So, sir, when you confirm that your wife has indeed been changed..." "The papers are already drawn up, my young friend. Bill trusts you, so I trust you. But, how do you know you can trust me? I mean, I could take my wife and run." "No, you couldn't. First off, there's nowhere you could go I can't find you. And second, once I found you, I can make her worse than she was before." "Oh, Dear Lord, don't do that! Very well. If you want to move your family into the house tonight, it's fine with me. The electric and water are still on. We can handle the paperwork tomorrow." "Thank you sir. We'll need a key..." Mr. Tannon provided two. "Thanks again. We'll move in tonight. We're sort of missing a front door here." "So I'd noticed. What happened?" "Just a minor battle, that's all. You have a good night, sir." Callie Tannon was hanging off of his arm now, which was something she never did before. Mr. Tannon gave Ron a big grin. "Oh, I think I'm gonna. Good night, young man." And with that, the Tannons left. Sandra came up and gave Ron a hug just then. "Well, hon, you said you'd find us a house today..." She left the question hang. "Here's the keys, Mom. " Mr. Tannon had also provided explicit directions with the keys. "Let's get some stuff together and go over there for the night." "Okay, Ron. I'll call the girls together." Chapter 2: New Year, New School, New Strategy The home was a dream. With ten bedrooms, each person could have their own, though Nikki and Tammy chose to sleep in the same room, as did Megan and Jess. Not that they had any kind of relationship, but they saw themselves as servants of Ron, and he had programmed them specifically to work with each other. Ron took the Master Suite, and his Mom took the room next to it. The house was beautifully furnished, if somewhat too elegant for Ron's tastes. He'd fix that later. For now, what he wanted was just to settle in. Over the next few days, the Chaffey family removed the items from their old home into their new, luxurious mansion. By the time the move was complete, it was time for school to start back up. School, unfortunately, started on Ron's fourteenth birthday. 'What a birthday present.' Ron didn't like school all that much, though he liked learning. 'Then again, I can probably make this year lots of fun.' He was entering the same high school as his sister, which was a four-year school, unlike some parts of the country. On Ron's first day of school, his main objective was finding Targets. He had basically given up Mrs. Hayes, since he wouldn't see her much anymore. Though, he could still use her, since the junior high wasn't very far from the high school. Actually, he turned out to be incorrect, as he found upon entering his American History class. He sat down just as he noticed a very familiar face. "Good morning, class. My name is Mrs. Hayes. Your teacher, Mr. Baker, has been promoted to administration, and so I'll be your teacher this year." She looked over at Ron and gave a smile. 'Well, this is going to be a fun class!' Ron had spotted other potential targets throughout the day. He saw a couple of the cheerleading squad he recognized from junior high. They had always scorned him before. Now he saw them in a new light. He could have them whenever he wanted them. Ron was thinking along these lines when someone shoved him from behind. "What you lookin' at, Chaffey?" It was Dale. Apparently, he'd finally gotten out of 9th grade, and made it into 10th, which made him a bigshot on campus, Ron guessed, instead of the pipsqueak he'd been before. That's why he'd always picked on junior high kids, because everyone at the high school knew he was a joke. "That's my girl you were ogling there." Ron didn't think so, but didn't bother saying it. He was trying to decide how best to deal with Dale, and one word came to mind. 'Violently.' "Fuck off, Dale." He knew he had the power to back this phrase up now. "Ooh, big words, little man." With that, Dale took a swing at Ron. Ron was fast enough to duck out of the way. Now, he had to make the next part look good. He formed his telekinetic extension, and timed it precisely with his fist. He connected soundly on Dale's jaw. The punch alone would have done very little, but getting hit with Ron's extension was like getting hit by a small freight train. Dale staggered back, and fell to the ground. The rest of the group gaped at Ron, and then took off running. "Cowards!" Dale screamed. "You got lucky, you little shit. Now I'm gonna pound ya!" Ron looked around. Nobody was looking their way. "Dale, stop." Dale froze in place. Ron pointed to a large elm standing in the school yard. "I want you to run as fast as you possibly can, headlong into that tree. Do not slow down, do not stop until you hit the tree. Then, if you're still conscious," which Ron doubted he would be, "I want you to get up and do it again, until you can't get up anymore. Then, when you wake up, you will remember my order, but you won't be able to tell anyone what happened. You'll just tell them you snapped. You've got some loose wiring in your head, or whatever. Now, go." With that, Dale started barreling toward the tree. It was a good fifty yards away, and Dale had a full head of steam up when he connected. Ron had long since stopped watching. He didn't much care for the sight of blood. What he wanted was for Dale to be utterly terrified of him. Word would get around. "Leave Ron alone, man, he's scary." That's the reputation he wanted. He didn't want to be popular, or well-liked. He didn't really give a shit about becoming Student Body President or such crap. He really just wanted to be left alone, and the easiest way to accomplish that was if everyone was afraid of him. He heard the 'smack!' as Dale met the elm tree, but he didn't look. Ron headed to his next class, thinking already about Geometry. His last class of the day was a tutoring position in a remedial math class. He walked into class and heard someone saying "Did you hear what happened to Dale?" "No, what?" "He ran into the old elm tree, full force!" "Is he okay? What happened?" "Nobody knows. They took him to the hospital, they think he just snapped. Must've blown a gasket." Ron just smiled, and walked to the front of the class. There he found a note for him: Ron: I'll be late for class. Try to get them settled down. Introduce yourself, and start with review, if you can get them to listen to you. Sorry to put you through this, it couldn't be avoided. Thanks, Ms. Ford 'Wonderful. Just fucking wonderful. Well, let's see: Do I do this the easy way, or the normal way? The normal way won't accomplish much. The easy way will make the teacher think I'm a miracle worker. I like the easy way.' Ron smiled to himself, and formed his command. He broadcast it to the entire room. It was an obedience layer, so that they would do what he told them to. The bell hadn't rung yet, so he let them yak still. He observed the class as he did so. 'There are a couple of really fine bodies in this class. I wonder if they might need some 'personalized service'?' Just then the bell rung, and, though everyone was now in their seats, they hadn't settled down yet. "Okay, everybody, let's chill out, okay?" He started out polite, as he was raised. This had little effect other than a few snide remarks from the upperclassmen in the room. Ron figured it was time to exert some power. "Sit down, Shut up, and Listen Good!" The room dropped dead silent. Everyone faced forward, being very attentive. "That's better. Hello, my name is Ron Chaffey. I am, obviously, not your teacher. Ms. Ford will be here at some point during the period. She asked me to handle things until she got here. I am here as a math tutor. I understand that most of you are studying basic arithmetic, and as high as pre-algebra. I am presently taking Geometry and Algebra II. I am an Honors student, and my job is to help you any way I can so that you can learn this stuff which I'm sure all of you hate, otherwise you probably wouldn't be here. Are there any questions?" One girl raised her hand, unsure whether to speak in front of everyone. Ron acknowledged her. "I want to learn this stuff, but I'm just not getting it. My teachers say I should have a tutor for this. Can you recommend someone?" Now, the questioner just happened to be one of the girls Ron had noticed earlier. She was about Ron's height, slender, with nice tits and curly blonde hair. She had brown eyes set in an open face. Her body was just spectacular. "Yes, I can recommend someone. Me. In addition to tutoring here, I have always provided private tutoring at my home for those students who really need it." He saw no reason to change his policy now, though the money he'd make now sure wouldn't mean much. He'd probably only be taking female students, now. "If your parents feel you need a tutor, have them give me a call." He wrote his new phone number on the board. "If I'm not home, someone will be there, just leave a message." "Now then, Ms. Ford would like us to do a sort of review, to see where each of you stands...." About halfway through the class, A young woman walked into the room. She was mildly attractive, about 5'4" tall, dark brown hair, nice tits, and an all-around nice figure. Ron was leaning over, helping a guy with a multiplication of fractions problem. She waited until he was finished. When he saw her, he straightened up. "You must be Ms. Ford." "Yes, I am. You're Ronald?" "Ron, ma'am. Yes, that's me." "You've done an incredible job here. I didn't think you'd be able to get them to listen to you." Ron looked around at the students. They were all looking at him, waiting for his answer. "Well, basically they're good kids, Ms. Ford. I just had to get their attention, that's all." "Well, I must say that I am impressed. Is that your phone number on the board?" "Yes, ma'am. I wrote it there in case anyone needed private tutoring. I do that, too." "Well, class, it seems like you have two teachers this year. Lucky you. And lucky me." She smiled at Ron, in kind of a strange way. 'Yep, it's gonna be a fun year.' School was going along just fine. It had been a couple of weeks since school started. He hadn't started tutoring yet, since it was his policy to wait and see where the student's real problems were. He was moving slowly, not out of caution, but simply because he knew he had time. Dale was assiduously avoiding him since he had returned to school, and already word was spreading, "Don't mess with Ron." 'Good, maybe now I won't have to worry about those clowns anymore.' It was the middle of gym class, when the call came in. "Chaffey! Phone call for you, at the office!" The gym instructor bellowed. "Yes, sir!" He headed on down to the office, where he saw Mrs. Wimberly, a pleasant older lady, who liked almost everyone, and saw that returned. "Hi, Mrs. Wimberly. Coach Russell said I had a call?" "Yes, Ron. It's on line 3. Don't be too long, now." "No, ma'am. Hello?" "Ron?" "Hey, James! What's up?" "We've got, or should I say *You've* got trouble." "What?" Well, it turned out that Gillian Anderson's new series, "Tales of the Unkown" was being filmed in the local area. It also seemed that a rogue psionic had taken over the set. One stage hand had already been sent to the hospital. "I thought we didn't get involved in this stuff, James." "CAMP members would be more discreet. This guy turned down our membership. We judge them rather more harshly than we judge ourselves. Besides, this guy's hurting people for no real reason. Non-entities or not, they deserve some protection. Get on it, immediately." "Understood. I'll leave now." Ron hung up, and turned to Mrs. Wimberly. "Ma'am, there's an emergency at home. I have to leave now." "You know I can't let you go, Ron. You have to talk to Mr. Whitehead." She called him out into the office. "What is it, Mr. Chaffey?" Ron exerted some powers, to get his way, and got the hell out of there. Then he wondered, 'How in the world do I get there?' Then he remembered his comment at CAMP: '"Why don't you just make yourselves invisible? It's got to be faster than driving."' 'Of course! I'll fly there!' Ron concentrated a little, and turned himself invisible. Next, he floated himself up into the air. This was a new sensation, Ron hadn't really done much flying before. Ron set off for the woods near town, where they were presently filming. Despite a few minor mishaps and one almost-catastrophe involving a large moving vehicle, Ron made it there in record time. He set himself down in the woods, so no one would see him appear. Then, he walked out into plain sight, to see the carnage. Gillian Anderson was tied to a stake, completely nude. The sight was not unattractive to Ron. Her body shone with a light layer of sweat. Next to her were two other women, whose names Ron didn't know. Ron decided it would be best to leave them tied up for now, figuring the psionic wouldn't bother them if he didn't think them a threat. He found the psionic tossing the director against a wall. Ron knew the force of the blow could kill the guy. He projected a nice soft cushion against the wall, so the director just slumped to the ground. "Who are you!" The other psionic screamed. "Field Agent Ron Chaffey, who are you?" "I am Penndragon, mighty psionic!" "We'll see about that." Ron raised his barriers, and got ready for a tough fight. Penndragon formed a wall of energy and threw it at Ron. It flowed right around Ron, as if he weren't even there. Ron plunged a mental attack back at him, but he managed to deflect it with another attack of his own. As James had warned him, even someone who hasn't learned the mental defenses can defend themselves. If they can attack often enough, hard enough, your attacks never get through. Ron formed his extension into a bird. This was something he hadn't tried before, but he was confident enough in his shield to try some new things. He detached his extension from his body, and sent it off. Penndragon, also a psionic, saw this, and followed it with his eyes. Ron swooped it around behind Penndragon, who foolishly turned to watch. At that point, Ron slammed a mental control into Penndragon's head. The man had no time to block, no time to fight. He was thrown to his knees, quivering in pain. Ron knew the pain would last until he stopped it. Now, Ron turned his attention to the women tied up. They had all seen the battle, so there wasn't much point in trying to hide his ability from them, he'd simply have to keep them from talking about it. He undid their bonds, all at once. The two lesser ladies ran to him and gave him a hug, but Ms. Anderson walked over to her chair and had a cigarette. Ron was enjoying the attention of the two ladies. He was feeling them up rather obviously. He found out they were named Susan and Janine. He looked over at Gillian, who had covered herself up with a blanket. "That's a filthy habit, ma'am." Ron said to her. "Go to hell. What, do you people play these games for fun?" "'You people', ma'am? He and I are not associated. Furthermore, I would never dream of hurting people the way he did, for no good reason." "But you would hurt people, hmm?" "Yes, ma'am, in order to defend myself, or my family, or to get even for things done to me in the past. Now, Ms. Anderson, I have to make all of you forget you ever saw any of this." "Like that's gonna happen!" She eyed him suspiciously, but then she blanked, as he worked into her mind. On top of the mental block about today's happenings, he added a few extra commands. Like, she wouldn't want to smoke anymore. And some other things. He went around, adjusting everyone, with the two ladies hanging off of either arm. Finally, they were the only two left. "Well, ladies, it's your turn." "Awww." Susan pouted, "Can't we have some fun first?" "What do you mean?" Ron asked knowingly. "Well, we can't let you go without thanking you for rescuing us, can we?" Janine agreed with Susan, and Ron was not willing to argue the point. "What did you have in mind?" Like he didn't already know. Neither girl was probably over 19, both seemed to be nymphomaniacs, and the fact that he had just probably saved their lives made him a very attractive partner, indeed. They headed over to a trailer normally used for makeup. Once inside, they worked together to remove Ron's clothes. Soon, all three were nude. Susan started kissing Ron, sucking his tongue into her mouth, and wrestling it with her own. She rubbed his chest with her hands, and generally worked to get him excited. Janine dropped to her knees and worshiped his cock. "Oooh. Such a nice one." She kissed the very tip, and used her tongue to lick his cock into her mouth. Her technique was dazzling. Ron was going into overload, but these two weren't about to let up. Susan continued massaging his chest, and Janine began to fondle his balls, as she took his cock into her throat. Ron's knees were starting to give, and so they worked their way slowly over to a couch, where he could sit down. Susan sat down with him, and then he leaned over to suck on her tit. She leaned her head back and moaned. He reached down and massaged her clit, sometimes inserting a finger into her hole, and then gliding it along her clit as he withdrew. She was shuddering with pleasure as he changed the angle of his stroke each time. Janine was still working on his cock, and she had him close to coming. "Oh, yeah, girl. Suck it harder." He kept fingering Susan, but his body was jerking too much to keep sucking on her tits. Suddenly he felt the head of his cock swell, then he erupted into Janine's mouth. She swallowed it all. When he was done, she sat back with a smile on her face. Then Susan got down and started sucking again. She wanted him hard, and hard now. Ron finger fucked her pussy until he had his finger nice and lubed, then he poked it up her ass. She stiffened for a moment, then moaned and relaxed. He motioned to Janine, who came and sat next to him. He kissed her for awhile, while fondling her breast with his free hand. Then, seeing he was hard enough, Susan ceased her sucking. "Fuck me. Do it now." Ron got up, and Susan got onto all fours on the couch. Ron got behind her, and pressed in. Susan let out a growl as he sank deep into her cunt. "YES! Oh that feels so good. fuck me hard!" Ron obliged the young lady, hammering into her hard and fast. "Yes, oh, yes, baby. Fuck Susan, Fuck me!" Ron reached around and grabbed her tits. Meanwhile, Janine had positioned her pussy in front of Susan's mouth, so that she could get some pleasure of her own. Ron grabbed Susan's nipples, and twisted lightly. Susan let out a squeal, and increased the pace. She stopped eating out Janine long enough to say, "Yes, baby! Oh, that feels so good! Pinch my nipples, hard! Go for it!" Finally, she came. Big Time. Janine backed off, but Ron kept riding her for all he was worth. She barely stayed on the couch. She writhed and bucked and squirmed for minutes, until she was finally exhausted, and collapsed on the couch. Ron was still hard, and really needed more. He pulled out of Susan, and walked over to Janine, who seemed to be in just as much need as he was. When he got there, she said only one thing. "Fuck me, baby." She wrapped her arms around him and french-kissed him in a manner designed to suck all the fillings out of his teeth. If he hadn't already been hard, he would have been after that. He moved her up against the wall, and reached down to position his cock. Once he got it into her, she used the wall and her strength to wrap her legs around his waist. Lucky for Ron she wasn't very big, or he might have dropped her. They started a rhythm, slow at first, but building quickly to a feverish pace. They stopped momentarily to drop to the floor, but then went back at it with the same fervor. Janine was mewling and squealing with pleasure, and Ron was grunting out his enjoyment. Finally, she peaked, and squeezed his cock for all it was worth with her pussy muscles. She arched her back and screamed, and her pussy rippled up and down his cock. This was all he could take, and he shot his load up into her, feeling her with his come. Ron pulled out, but neither Janine nor Susan would be moving anytime soon. He gently covered both of them, re-organized a few of their thoughts, then left. After ripping some information out of the other psionic's head in preparation for a visit from James, he released him and flew back to school to finish out his day. He knew the other guy would take a couple days to recover from the kind of assault he'd just been through. At least, that's what the manual said. When Ron arrived home, to his new house, Dr. Brown was there, to see Sandra and Dawn. It was the first time he'd actually been around during one of her home visits. When he walked in, Dawn was crying. Ron went immediately to her side. "Dawn, what's wrong?" "It's the kids at school. They were ragging on me for being pregnant. Oh, Ron! I know you want the baby, but, it's so hard for me!" She wrapped her arms around him and cried into his shoulder. He held her until she settled down, then laid her back in the chair. "I hope you're happy with yourself." This was Dr. Brown, watching from the doorway. "You've managed to mess up a perfectly normal family. And what you did to your mother-" "I did NOT do that to my mother, you stupid cow! My Father did. Now, unless you have something important to say, shut the hell up." "Actually, I do. Due to the... nature of the pregnancy, I ran genetic tests on the fetus. He will have serious problems when he is born." She continued, listing the problems and their effects. Dawn was crying quietly now. "My recommendation is an abortion." "Dr. Brown, would you leave the room, please?" It wasn't really a question, and she left as ordered. "Dawn? I don't know what to do about the kids at school yet, but *this*, I can fix. Okay?" Dawn nodded. Ron placed his hands on her abdomen. He imagined he was part of her, and then part of the baby. He worked his way into the cells. He could actually see the defects. They showed up like red marks on his school papers. Ron knew he'd be here all day redoing each of millions of cells. So, he improvised. He formed his extension into a genetic reprogrammer. The device would find these bad spots, and redo them. It would run "In the background" as programmers say. It would use his brain power, but not run consciously. He would need to stay near her, but not actually in physical contact. Not that he was going to leave her anytime soon, anyway. "You know I love you, don't you, Dawn?" Again, she nodded. She gave him a little smile. Just then, Ron spotted Kumiko. "Kumiko, come here please." Kumiko entered the room and walked over to Ron. "Yes, Master?" "Get me a pillow, and a can of soda." Kumiko went to retrieve the requested articles. When she returned, Ron placed the pillow behind Dawn, for support. He drank the soda himself. It had been a long day, and looked to be only half over. Kumiko remained by his side, not willing to leave unless he needed her to fetch something. Dawn was actually dozing now, the tension having wore her out. "How was your day, Kumiko?" "Master, I changed your room the way you asked me to. I have also attempted to help your mother rearrange the house more to your tastes. She is still not well, but I think she is doing better." "Thank you. You have done very well. I'm sure I will be happy with the work you have done." Kumiko smiled, and bowed, though a little less this time, since she was kneeling. "How are you feeling today?" "I am well, Master. My bruises have all healed." "Yes, now you're as pretty as the first time I saw you. Not that I thought you were any less pretty before." Kumiko blushed. "Master, I..." "Kumiko, do you know what your name means?" "Well, Master, I am very rusty with my Japanese. Mother and Father did not speak it very much at home, because they wanted to become true Americans. No, I do not know what my name means." "Kumiko means 'Girl Forever Beautiful'. It is an accurate description of you. You have always been beautiful to me, and you always will be." Kumiko blushed again, and averted her gaze. Ron gently stroked her cheek, but then he felt something tug at his mind. He focussed on it. 'Oh, it's just the processor, telling me that it's done.' "Kumiko, would you go get the doctor, please?" She left to do so, and Ron looked at Dawn. 'I'll find a way to handle the kids, Dawn. At least we know *this* crisis is over." Dr. Brown came back in. "Yes? What is it?" "Did you double-check the results of your test?" "No, I did not." She seemed offended at the concept. "I would like you to do so." "Listen here, young man, I don't take orders-" "Just DO IT." He was getting irritated with the lady, then decided to get even. Obviously she didn't like him. He wasn't really interested in her, either, given her attitude. He didn't want to mess with so visible a person, since it would be easily noticed. But, he did have ways... As she was preparing the test, she stared at Ron. All of a sudden, she felt a chill run down her spine. Then, she felt her pussy twinge. 'What's happening here?' Her breasts began to tingle, and her body started to heat up. 'I am NOT excited by this, this pig. Never!' But the signs were unmistakable. Her hands were trembling, and she had to steady them to perform the test. By now, her love juices were flowing down her leg. "I'll... go get this analyzed." She quickly left the room, not understanding either her body, or the smile on Ron's face. The doctor called back a few days later to say that the second test showed no defects at all. She would need to run another test to be sure. She was very uncomfortable, but she apologized for her error. Ron had enjoyed taking that call. 'The ass deserved what she got.' Now, Ron was in his last class for the day, Math Tutoring 101. He had been helping lots of the kids today, they were dealing with common denominators, and they were all having trouble getting it. Near the end of class, one of the girls, Michelle, asked him, "Ron, I think I'm really gonna need special tutoring on this one. Can you tutor me after school?" "Sure, Michelle. Just have your Mom or Dad give me a call, after six or so." When the bell rang, Ms. Ford asked Ron if he could stay a few moments. They waited for the rest of the class to file out, then she shut the door and locked it. "Ron, you've been doing a spectacular job with the kids. It's really been great having you here. I think a lot of these kids might be able to make it out of here this year, thanks to you." "Thank you, Ms. Ford. It's a little early in the year to tell, though." "Well, I can see the beginnings of comprehension in them, Ron. You've sparked some interest in this class." She had moved over to her desk and sat on the corner, crossing her legs. Today, she had worn a very nice skirt and blouse combination in pale yellow. Her hair had been nicely done up, so that Ron had figured she had a date after school. He hadn't known it was with him. "Well, Ms. Ford -" "Please, when we're alone, you can call me Linda." "Okay, Linda, thank you for the compliment. I'm just glad I can help." Which was the truth; Ron had always enjoyed helping people in need. "Good people like you usually say that giving is its own reward. I think you deserve more than that." With that, she got down off the desk and walked over to him. She was just barely taller than him, since he had grown over the summer. She pulled him to her, and kissed him on the lips. He was pleasantly surprised, but not enough so not to return the kiss. He placed his hands on her ass, and squeezed. She was madly pulling at his shirt, undoing the buttons as fast as she could without breaking their kiss. He had pulled her skirt up, and now had his hands insider her panties on her ass, kneading it in big circles. She got his shirt off, and started to work on her own. He almost stopped what he was doing to help, but sensed she didn't want him to. He was curious why she was doing this with him. A little probing showed her insecurity around men, along with a driving need to make love. 'Well, who am I to object?' So, he rolled with it. She managed to get off her blouse and bra, and now he felt her bare tits press into his chest. It was a wonderful feeling, her nipples were hot points burning into him. She worked furiously at his jeans, getting them undone, and pushing them down. She did the same with his briefs, so that his cock sprang up and out. She ground her body against his, so that his cock was trapped between them. He unsnapped her skirt, and it fell off, leaving only her panties. These, as was his custom, were ripped off her body. Now they were naked, and still kissing madly. They hobbled over to her desk, where he laid her down. She had cleared it off during class time, probably for this eventuality. He poised his cock at her opening. She broke the kiss long enough to say, "Do it, Ron. Make me scream with wild passion. Make my eyes spin. Fuck me." Ron was happy to oblige. He plunged into her hole with all the energy of a buck in rut. He massaged her breasts, twisting her nipples and pinching them lightly. She writhed under him, wrapping her legs around his back in order to pull him deeper into her. Ron broke the kiss, so he could fuck harder. She kept up a steady stream of encouragement. "Yes, Ron, honey. Fuck me harder! Yes, oh yes...God that's so good.....Oh, Yes, YES, YES!... Do it to me... make me cum... Make your teacher CUMMMMMM!" Her body was wracked with spasms. She grunted once, twice, and then went completely rigid. Her pussy was milking his cock, and finally it was just too much. He spurted his come deep into her womb, and that sent her off on a whole new series of spasms. She writhed around under him, until she finally came down from her high. She was panting now, completely out of breath. She smiled up at him. "Oh, God, Ron! I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself anymore. I haven't had sex in so long, and you were just so helpful, so mature...." She didn't have the words. "Glad I could help, Linda. Anytime you need my 'help', you just let me know." He smiled down at her, in a way that let her know it was "okay". "We'll have to keep this our secret." She said. "No problem. I wouldn't want to spoil a good thing." "See you tomorrow, then?" She had gently pushed him off her, and was sitting up now. "Yes, I'll be here." Ron got dressed, and left. A week or so later, Ron encountered Dawn during a lunch break. She was being taunted by other girls about her pregnancy. "Everyone knows only easy girls get knocked up." "Who's the pop? Or don't you know?" And comments of that sort. It was taking its' toll on Dawn, and Ron had just about all he could take of that crap. He strolled over to his sister and gave her a hug. "Is this really necessary, girls?" "Oh, look, it's little brother to the rescue." That was it. The last straw. He knew these girls for what they were: vindictive spiteful little tramps who didn't deserve to walk the earth with his sister. He drew them in a little closer with a look, and whispered to them. "Girls, you're messing with my sister. Unless you want to end up looking like Dale Jessup, I'd advise you to stop it, right now. My sister is off limits, forbidden territory. Spread the word. If I have to deal with this problem, somebody is going to get hurt." His tone of voice, and the matter-of-fact expression on his face said volumes. He was not kidding, nor was he bluffing. They believed not only that he 'could', but that he 'would' hurt anyone who crossed him. "Sure, Ron, sure." They all echoed the sentiment, and quickly moved off. Ron turned to his sister, who was looking at him. "What did you tell them?" She wanted to know. "I told them not to mess with you. That, if they did, they would have to deal with me, and that would be unpleasant for them. You're my sister, Dawn. I love you, and I'll always protect you. Promise." They hugged, and he went on his way after making sure she was okay. Another crisis, handled peacefully. Fear was an effective weapon. He had absolutely no interest in those girls at all. They were attractive, sure, but they were also all airheads. He wasn't even sure they had the capability for rational thought. Anyway, it was time for class. When he got home that night, there was a message on the machine. "Hi, this is Mrs. Donalli, Michelle's mother. I'm calling for Ron Chaffey. If he could call me back when it is convenient, I'd appreciate it..." and she gave a number. Ron picked up the phone and dialed. "Hello, Jasper and Jasper publishing." "Yes, I'm returning a call from Mrs. Donalli." Ron had learned that no one took kids seriously. He figured if he was "returning a call", they might not ignore him. It worked. "May I ask who is calling?" "Ron Chaffey." "One moment, Mr. Chaffey." '*Mister*. Wow.' A moment later: "Ronald?" "Please call me Ron, ma'am. You are Michelle's mother?" "Yes. She insisted I call you and arrange for tutoring. She says you have been very helpful in class, but that you cannot devote enough time to her individually." "Yes, ma'am. I regret that, but I do have 20 kids to deal with in class." "Well, some personal tutoring should be just the thing, then. How much do you charge?" "My normal fee is $10 an hour. Usually, I only take students for an hour at a time. However, I have decided on a new structure this year, to see how it will work. I'm charging $15 for a two hour session." "That sounds just fine. One more thing: do you work at our house, or yours?" "Mine, ma'am. It allows me to set up a better study atmosphere. Plus, it removes familiar distractions." "That makes good sense. Very well, then. When can you start?" "Well, tomorrow is Wednesday. That's a good night for me, if it's alright with you. Say, 7 o'clock?" "Yes, that will work nicely." Ron gave her the address, and said goodbye. He would need to choose a good study room, and get it ready. Michelle was hot, and he knew he was going to have some fun. The following day in school, he met up with a little trouble. Well, maybe little isn't the right word, since it consisted of roughly a quarter of the football team. "Those were our girls you insulted yesterday." "Insulted? I didn't insult anyone, guys. I told them to leave my sister alone." "No one tells my girl what to do." "Just what are you going to do about it, Biff?" Biff wasn't his name, but he looked like a Biff. On the other hand, the guy didn't like being called Biff. He swung on Ron, who had already erected a 'kinetic shield. His hand appeared to hit Ron, when actually it stopped about half an inch short. The guy must have thought he hit a brick wall, or a sheet of iron. He recoiled, holding his hand. It was very possible he had several broken bones. "Don't mess with me, guys, or someone's going to the hospital, and it won't be me. You know what happened to Dale Jessup, right?" He let the implication that it was his doing just kind of hang there. One of the other players stepped up, but before he could do anything, Ron posed a palm-strike to the chin. It looked good, Ron positioned his extension perfectly. The player landed about eight feet away. "Are y'all sure you want to continue this? Or should we stop now?" Ron was in total control. Normals, he realized, were a piece of cake. It was psionics he had to watch for. By now, the players had enough. They left in a hurry, the leader still holding his hand. 'Well, at least he's not our quarterback.' Math Tutoring class was interesting to say the least. He was getting strange looks from Michelle *and* Ms. Ford. He understood the look from Linda, but he wasn't sure what Michelle was up to. He'd find out soon enough. When class ended, he hung back just a bit, so he was the last student to leave the room. Ms. Ford was standing by the door, and, as he was about to leave, she grabbed, him, embraced him, and gave him a deep, blood-warming kiss. "That was for making my life easier. Thanks, Ron. See you tomorrow." Somehow, he managed not to weave down the hallway after that. It seemed as if 7:00 would never come. He had been ready for the past half-hour. At five minutes of seven, she arrived. Her mother brought her up the walk, and they rang the bell. Ron had banished the rest of the household to non-visible rooms in the house, essentially the upstairs. He tried not to run to the door. "Hello, Mrs. Donalli, Michelle. Please, come in." They entered a large foyer. Mrs. Donalli was fairly impressed with the house. "What does your mother do, again?" "Well, my mother is an executive with a small company. Most of the family income is generated by me." "Tutoring pays this well?" She was joking, of course. "No, ma'am. I tutor because I enjoy it. I have a part time job consulting for a national organization on computer matters, and some other items." Which was, essentially true. CAMP had told him to keep up with his computer programming. The 'other matters' of course, covered a multitude of sins. "I see. Well, is your mother home? I would feel better if an adult were around." Ron had expected this. His mother was standing discreetly in a doorway. "Mom?" She walked over. "Mrs. Donalli, this is my mother, Sandra Chaffey. Mom, this is Mrs. Donalli, Michelle's mother." "How are you?" "I'm fine. I just wanted to know that their was supervision in the house." Michelle looked both embarrassed and impatient. He thought he understood both of those. He was wrong. "Well, I'll be here pretty much all the time. Besides, you can trust Ron. Your daughter is in good hands." The adults yakked for a couple more minutes, then Mrs. Donalli left. Ron showed Michelle into the study room, and his mother went back upstairs. "Sorry about my Mom. She's a little over-protective." "No problem. So, shall we get down to work?" "Yes, let's" Just then, Ron felt a tug at his mind. He grabbed it, deciphered it, and then almost blew it. He almost smiled, but that would not have been right. For this command had come from Michelle. 'A psionic! But she's not on the list. Let's run with this, and see where it takes me.' Ron followed along. Her suggestions weren't actually working, but since he could read them, he followed them. He kept his face neutral, and started removing articles of clothing. She had him down to his underwear, and still he had not revealed himself. Finally, she wanted him to remove those, but she was still fully clothed. He figured it was time to get even. Not maliciously, but forcefully even so, he grabbed control of her mind. She almost panicked. 'What's happening to me? Why can't I move? Why can't I scream? I don't understand!!!' By the time she'd managed those thoughts, he already had her down to her underwear, using 'kinesis. He decided to let her off the hook now. "Not much fun when the target fights back, is it?" He was smiling cheerily, not viciously. She grinned, then looked down and covered her mouth with her hand. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say now. "You're not on my list." Ron still didn't know why that was. "Are you new to the area?" "Yes. We moved in just before school started." She didn't know what 'list' he was talking about, but he seemed to be calm about the whole thing. "Okay, that would explain it. So, how long have you known?" "Known what?" "About your ability." "A couple of years. It's just starting to get to where I can make people do things, though. At first, it was just moving objects, ya know? And I hid that from people, 'cause I didn't want them to think I was weird. And then, I started to realize that people would do what I asked them to, without arguing like they used to." "And I was to be your experiment for.... what?" "I wanted to know if it would work outside the family." She was embarrassed at being caught, but also interested in what he might be able to tell her. "Well, it would have, if you hadn't been dealing with another psionic. Damn, I am *not* cleared for recruitment. Hell, I don't even know if you're good enough yet." Ron was talking to himself, and Michelle didn't understand a word of it. "Huh?" "Oh! Don't worry, I was thinking out loud. Bad habit of mine. Anyway, what's the biggest object you've ever moved?" "My bed. It's a waterbed, if that's important." 'Heavy. She can do it.' "Ever tried to fly?" "What?" She didn't think she'd heard him right. "Fly. You know, move yourself. Like this." Suddenly he was floating in mid-air, doing little aerobatics. Michelle struggled with it a bit, and managed to lift herself off the ground about a foot. "Great! See, it's not that hard. Really pretty cool. Say, just what were you going to do to me tonight?" Ron tried to sound stern, but his smile gave him away. "Well.... I was gonna, you know, make you...." She couldn't say it, so she whispered it in his ear. Girls were so funny about that. He was the only one in the room, and still she wouldn't say it out loud. "I mean, when I first saw you in class, I thought I wanted to get to know you better, and the tutoring thing was just a really good opportunity, if I could get rid of your mother..." "Mom has orders not to come downstairs until you leave." "Well, yeah, but I didn't know that, did I?" She smiled. Apparently, her model for flying affected a zero-g room, because her breasts were actually floating. Michelle was beautiful. She had curly auburn hair and brown eyes. Her face was a nice round shape, with an innocent expression. Her breasts looked just right on her frame, and her legs continued from here to eternity. She was about his height, maybe just a fraction shorter. Not that it matters when both of you are floating three feet off the floor. "So, you wanted to screw me, huh?" She just blushed and nodded. "Well, no reason to stop now, is there?" She just stared at him. He took things in hand, as he removed her last garments, and his own. He brought them both down to earth. "Wait here a second." Ron went over to the couch and pulled a soft down bed from under it. The bed was about a double-bed size, covered with fake fur. It was meant as something to, well, to "do" things on. He motioned her over to him, as he was sitting on the mat. She stood over him, a little unsure of herself. "Is this your first time?" "No, but my first time went by in sort of a blur, and I wasn't really given much of a choice." "Well, we can stop now, if you'd like." She shook her head, and took his offered hand. He pulled her to him, but not down. His eyes were now at pussy-level, and he enjoyed what he saw. He reached out and softly kissed her on her mound, right above where her clit was. She purred softly, and rested her hands on his shoulders. As he pulled back, he saw her tits hanging down before him, begging for suction. He obeyed the call, and took one into his mouth. He tongued the nipple until it was hard, and sucked the tit until she moaned. Then he moved over to the other one, and repeated the process. When he let go, she sank down beside him on the cushion. He kissed her for the first time on the lips. If her first time had been ugly for her, he wanted this to be better. He was soft, coaxing. For her part, Michelle was really getting into it. Her first time had been at the hands of a former boyfriend who basically didn't know what "no" meant. She hadn't put up much of a struggle, because she wasn't even sure she meant no. Which was also why she never told anyone about it. Ron, on the other hand, was taking it nice and easy. 'This is the way it's supposed to be.' She kissed him back, progressing from soft to urgent. She pushed him back onto the cushion, and continued kissing him, while she rubbed his chest. Ron didn't resist: he liked it when the women took the lead sometimes. He figured she needed to do this her way, to make it good for her. Michelle moved her kisses down to his chest. She kissed each nipple, nipping lightly at them with her teeth. She continued down, across his stomach, until she reached the head of his cock. Here, she hesitated. This was something she had been told about, and read about, but hadn't actually done. She thought it was kind of yucky, but she wanted to give Ron a present for being nice to her. She lightly kissed the tip of his cock. Some clear liquid stuck to her lips. She licked her lip and tasted it. Not great, but it didn't make her sick. She continued kissing the head of his cock, noticing that occasionally it jerked. She moved her kisses down the shaft and back up, down and up. Finally, she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. She wasn't sure of exactly what to do, but then she started receiving images. Not orders, more like instructions. She glanced sideways at Ron, and he just smiled back. She licked around the head of his cock, and then started pulling more of him in. She got about halfway or so before he hit the back of her throat. Then she started a rhythm. She held the base of his cock with her hand, and sucked him faster and faster. His groans grew louder and louder. Suddenly, she heard in her head, 'I'm gonna cum!' She decided to swallow, to see what it was like. She kept sucking until, suddenly, loads of white semen poured into her mouth. The taste was salty, but, she found to her surprise, she liked it. She swallowed every bit of it, and licked around the head of his cock to make sure she got it all. She looked up at Ron, and smiled. "Did I do good?" "Oh, hell yes! And I think I should return the favor. Lie down." She wasn't sure what he had in mind, but she lay down next to him. He gently spread her legs, and maneuvered himself into place. Then he bent in to lick her slit. Up and down, in slow, tortuous strokes. She was shuddering with each pass, and purring quietly from deep in her throat. Ron flicked across her clit with his tongue. Her back arched, and she grunted. 'Not the typical reaction, hmmm.' He did it again, and she grunted again. 'Must be more sensitive than most.' Ron took great advantage of this. He took her clit into his mouth and started sucking on it, as he whipped it back and forth with his tongue. Ron had Michelle bucking wildly in just a few moments. "Oh, shit, yes! Yes, Ron. Oh, damn! I want you, Ron, I want you bad! Put it inside me Ron, now, do it now!" He was tempted, but he knew women, unlike men, can actually get *more* aroused from an orgasm. He continued his torture, occasionally letting up to lick up and down her slit again, but always returning to her clit. Finally she gave in, and came in a horrendous, screaming climax. Her body went stiff, back arched, arms and legs splayed. She stayed that way for over a minute. When she came down, she looked at Ron with a look of pure, wanton lust. "Fuck me." This command would brook no argument, not that Ron was giving one. He spread her legs to allow him access, and pressed himself into her. Ron was hot enough that he had trouble controlling his pace, but he wanted her to enjoy this as long as he could make it last. He leaned in and kissed her again. This time, their tongues met, and fought a fierce battle, eventually declaring a draw, but not giving in. Ron pumped into her, alternating fast, hard thrusts with long, slow, languorous strokes, bringing her right to the edge, then backing off again. She started to plead with him. "Come on, baby. Bring me off. You can do it, Pump me harder! Faster! Faster!" Finally, Ron felt the urge building in him, so he caved in to her wishes. He stroked harder, faster, deeper with each thrust. Ultimately, he gave in first. With a grunt and a sigh, he came, pouring his juice into her. At the first spurt, she came in a mind-shattering, ear-splitting, spine-tingling orgasm that threatened to shatter windows. They both were out of their senses for a moment. When they both came down, they were lying side by side on the cushion. Michelle rolled onto her side to look at Ron. "Thank you. Thank you for making at least the second time, special." She leaned down and gave him a soft, slow kiss. When she broke off, Ron looked at the time. "Um, I think we should get dressed now." "Why?" "Well, your Mom's gonna be here in about a half hour, and we haven't even opened the books yet." They spent the next half-hour trying to focus on the books. It was difficult, since they had trouble keeping their hands off each other. It was a couple weeks later, when Mike showed up. "Ron, I believe you know Michelle here." She grinned at him coyly. "Oh, yes. We've been formally introduced, and not-so-formally." Mike got all sorts of information from that. "I see. Well, I'm glad you two get along, because you're going to have to pay her a lot of attention. Like we did with you, we don't want to interrupt her schooling, so she can't come to CAMP until next summer. This is a really bad time for us all, because we can't do things we need to do without becoming obvious. Anyway, she says she's okay with you being her guide. Take care, though. Don't show her stuff she's not ready for." "No problem, Mike. Hey, I handled my other project pretty well, didn't I?" Mike had to admit that, yes, Ron had done damned well on that one. Mike shook hands with both of them, and left for his car. Michelle was carrying some sheets of paper. "What're those?" "Oh. Mike said to give you these. They're instructions for what you can and can't tell me." "Okay. Let me see them." She handed them over. "Come on in, we've got some things to talk about." "My Mom thinks I'm on a sleepover with girlfriends. She won't expect me back until late Sunday." "Good. Then we have a busy weekend ahead...." Chapter 3: New Students, New Games, New Troubles Life fell into a somewhat normal pattern for the next few months. Being in the new house finally started to feel normal. 'At least,' Ron thought, 'Now I can go swimming whenever I like.' Michelle was progressing nicely. She was developing slower than Ron had, but that was to be expected, or so James and Mike had both told him. She was still experimenting on her family, with the odd outing on a weekend with Ron. She'd mastered her defenses, which was good. Ron began wondering if it might not be a good idea to recommend to CAMP that their field reps do this kind of initial training as a matter of course. When she went to CAMP, Michelle would be much better prepared than he had been. Of course, Michelle had only been a passing love interest. While he and she had gotten together a couple of times since their initial encounter, he was trying to encourage her to establish relationships with "normal" people. Besides, he wasn't ready for a "normal" relationship just now. He was having too much fun being the boss. At school, things fell into a pattern, also. A typical day saw him gliding through his subjects, never really paying attention, but absorbing the information even so. Every so often, Linda would wish for some "extracurricular activity", which he was happy to provide. He had already added her to his "roving follower" collection: not making any serious changes, just enough to protect her from other psionics. Why mess with a good thing? Today, however, marked the return of trouble. Apparently, over time, the football team had grown less afraid of him. Today, they wanted revenge. They weren't so cocky, however, that they didn't bring nearly the entire team. This time, though, they had made a rather major error. They had taken prisoners. Ron was confronted as he walked home from school. In the midst of the crowd, he saw both his sister, and Michelle. Apparently, she was too flustered to perform any useful tactics. "You may have beat us once, Chaffey, but now we're gonna turn you into mush. And then, we're gonna have some fun with your chickeys." This was Biff. Ron didn't back up, he didn't flinch, he just stared. "I'm going to give you guys only one chance at this. Let them both go, and leave me alone, or you're going to *wish* you ended up like Dale Jessup." The crowd laughed at that. "Take your best shot, shithead." Said one of the boys in the back. The group pressed in. "Time's up." And with that, they heard a heavy 'snap!', and one of the boys in back screamed in agony as he fell to the ground. "My knees! My knees! Oh, God! It hurts! My knees!" The group turned around as Ron spoke again, his voice had turned to ice. "Who wants to be next?" Just then another one fell to the ground, holding his stomach in pain. "He'll need a doctor soon. He has appendicitis." Then another fell backward, as if struck by a 2x4. "He has cracked ribs, and if he moves too much, maybe a punctured lung." There wasn't a cloud in the sky, but for these kids, the day had grown very dark, indeed. "I told you not to mess with me. I warned you to leave my sister alone. You didn't want to listen. You thought I was bluffing. Learn something here: I don't bluff, I gave you a *warning*. And this is the last one you're going to get. Mess with me, my family, or any of my friends again, and somebody will be scooping your brains up off the sidewalk after they've leaked out your nose." He thought this a little overdone, but a couple of the kids went pale, which was what he was hoping for. His eyes bored in on Biff. Biff was scared. Biff was scared shitless. But not pissless, as Ron was about to prove. "I know you think I'm bullshit, Biff, so here's something to remember me by." And then a stain spread across the front of Biff's jeans, and started running down one leg. Biff looked down, and realized what was happening, and worse, that he couldn't stop it. "You little shit! I'm gonna get you!" "Biff, if you even take one step forward, you will be the first to die. Who do you think would believe you, or anyone here? 'That kid broke our legs and made Biff's brains fly out his nose!' Who's gonna buy that? Not to mention, you'll never be able to tell anyone, anyway." A quick command made sure. "Don't mess with me. You aren't even in the same game. If you can't play with the big boys, get off the field." With that, Ron motioned Dawn and Michelle to him. Both ran over and gave him a big hug. "I'm sorry, Ron, I just couldn't-" "Thank you, oh thank you little brother." "It's okay now, girls. Let's go home. Can we walk you home, Michelle?" The event passed, and the whole school knew something was up. Whenever Ron entered a room, the football players would step as far aside as they could to get away from him. Word was out: stay away from Ron if you're gonna cause trouble. 'Just as planned. Now, I can worry about more important things, like Lisa Fiori over there.' Lisa Fiori was a cheerleader. She'd made fun of Ron in junior high. He was sitting in the gym, watching the cheerleaders practice. It was after school, but he'd had a science project to finish after Tutoring class, and now it was raining, and he didn't want to get wet. So, he decided to watch the cheerleaders until it stopped raining. He focussed in on Lisa as they tumbled around. She wasn't your typical cheerleader, she was actually on the pudgy side. Not fat, but not as skinny as the other girls. Her body was just generally bigger all around. Bone structure, breasts, the whole lot. And her appearance was turning Ron on no end. She had short black hair, and green eyes that twinkled most of the time, like she was always telling herself a joke. She was short, about 5' even, and had a nice overall appearance. She was in shape, so Ron figured her pudginess might be glandular or metabolic. It actually made her look pretty cute, watching her big tits bounce around in her cheerleader outfit. Practice finished up, but it was still raining. Ron decided to have a little fun. He turned himself invisible (he'd learned how to do that "locally", meaning anywhere he went, he was invisible. It wasn't that they *weren't* seeing him now, it was that they *couldn't* see him. He was actually bending light around his body. It was a neat trick that had actually taken two weeks to perfect. He couldn't even see himself if he looked in a mirror.). Then he headed into the locker room after the girls. This has to be every boy's fantasy, watching cheerleaders undress and shower. All sorts of nude girl flesh walking about, getting soaped up, and steamed. Ron was hard as iron watching all these girls. He decided he wanted more. Ron formed an "everything-is-normal-here" command, and spread it over the room, then reappeared into visibility. The girls glanced his way, but didn't scream or anything, so the command was working. He had one girl, whose name was Darla, come over and jack him off. She wrapped her soft hand around his cock and gently rubbed up and down. Ron reached around and fondled her tit. He was really enjoying this, but he wanted more. He had another girl, named Mandy, start to suck his cock, while Darla kept jacking up and down. Then he had a nice black girl, Shauna, french-kiss him. He was starting to get overstimulated, but he was having a lot of fun. Finally, he came in Mandy's mouth, and he had her swallow it all. Just then, he spotted Lisa. She was coming out of the shower, naked and wet. 'God, what a sight!' Her breasts must have been at least a C cup, which is pretty big on a 14 year old. She didn't have rolls of fat, just sort of a layer of it all over her body, that made her entire figure smooth and curvy. He had her come over to him and give him a deep kiss. He reached over and kneaded her tits. They were soft, almost spongy. After all this attention, he needed a little relief. He had Lisa bend over and put her hands on the bench. This placed her ass in the air very invitingly. Ron commanded her to suck off Shauna, who had been so nice to him. Then, he intruded into her pussy with his cock. He moved slowly, while he enjoyed the sights. Shauna was very pretty, about 5'2" tall, with light brown skin, and dark eyes. Her full lips were in an almost pout most of the time. Her breasts were small, but she had gorgeous nipples, that stood proud from her chest. He reached over and lightly twisted those nipples, eliciting a moan from the girl. He increased his pace into Lisa, while Lisa increased her pace on Shauna. Shauna, in turn, leaned over to kiss Ron. He tongue-wrestled with her for a few moments, until he felt the familiar tingle in his balls. He broke off the kiss, and gave her nipples one last twist. He pumped hard into Lisa, and came hard, shooting his wad into her. Unusually, she had not come. Neither had Shauna. He'd given them no real instructions to, so they had acted normally. They were both quite aroused, however. Ron gave them orders to go back in the shower, and not to come out until they had given each other at least two orgasms apiece. They headed off with a gleam in their eyes, and Ron got dressed. He removed himself from the locker room, then removed his commands. The rain had finally stopped, and Ron went home. The family had settled out any real differences among themselves, and Ron now had a wonderful family of eight, including himself. There were, of course, the "roving followers"; Mrs. Hayes, Ms. Ford, the businessmen's wives, and others he had used only once, or maybe twice, but could use again at a moment's notice. Christmas was approaching, and Ron was trying to decide what to get everyone. He had oodles of income, so he knew he could get them really nice stuff. He had to go to the library for some school research, but decided to go shopping afterwards. While at the library, Ron came across a rather unusual book. Titled "Channeling the Mind", it seemed to be a manual of sorts. Ron sat down to read it. It was very dusty, as it looked ancient. About halfway through the book, something finally hit Ron, and he took a closer look at the book. 'Hey! This thing doesn't have a Dewey Decimal Tag on it! And there's no little metal thing to make the detector go off! This book doesn't belong to the library!' He leafed through it, looking for identifying marks, but found none. Figuring he'd worry about it later, he continued reading. He was skimming, really, until he came to a particular section, titled, "Transference of Mental Energy through the Mental Lens" A big title for such a short chapter. It was mainly a description of a gemstone, cut in a specific manner, set in a particular way, and used by a qualified professional. Ron stuck the book in his bag, and grabbed the books he needed for his report. It was time for some shopping. Ron took a taxi to the mall. He wandered through stores, looking for presents. He had lots of small things, wrapped by the store, delivered to the house. He was looking for one big item for each lady. For his Mom, he bought a brand new notebook computer, with all the bells and whistles. She'd been complaining about her old one for a while now. This was a brand new 786 300Mhz with 4Gig drive, and the best in active matrix color technology. He figured she'd love it. For Dawn, along with lots of baby stuff and maternity clothes, he stopped in at the car dealership in the mall. She was of driving age now, and he figured it was time she drove herself (and him) wherever they needed to go. Jess and Megan were very difficult. As his slaves, they really wanted nothing for Christmas. He had bought them each lots of new lingerie he couldn't wait to see them in. He decided his gift to each of them would have to be the fulfillment of a wish of theirs. 'Might be difficult on Megan's part; I rewrote her whole psyche.' But, he figured she'd seen and heard enough stuff since then, that she would come up with something. Nikki and Tammy had both been hounding Mom about a puppy lately. Ron stopped in the pet shop, and looked at the dogs. He had them set two aside for him, a black lab and a german shepherd. He made arrangements to get them delivered, and moved on to his hardest task. Kumiko. 'What do I get Kumiko?' For reasons he still couldn't explain, he vitally needed her to be happy with her present. He spent three hours looking up and down the mall before finding the right gift. That done, he had only one store left to visit. "Hello, and welcome to Zales. Can I help you, young man?" The clerk was proper, as she should be, but a little condescending. As was normal, she didn't figure he had much money to spend. "Yes, ma'am. Is there a master jeweler here I can speak with? I need to have several necklaces made." Her attitude changed at that, she was quite taken aback. "Can you afford that sort of thing, son?" "Oh, don't worry about me, ma'am. I've already spent about $40,000 today. A little more won't kill me." He smiled at her, and she hurried off to get the jeweler. "Can I help you, sir?" He was an elderly man, but not so old that he looked incompetent. "Yes sir. I'd like to have some necklaces made, to rather precise specifications. I was wondering how long it would take...." Ron got home around eight o'clock. It was Friday, so he had no students. He'd missed dinner, but that was okay, since he'd eaten at the mall. He'd never bothered to fiddle with the family's schedule about eating whenever the majority got hungry. It just didn't bug him that much. Ron headed upstairs to his room and changed into comfortable clothes. He stepped into his mother's room to see how she was doing. He found Kumiko already there. "Hi, Mom. Hey, Kumiko." They both nodded acknowledgement. "Anything happening?" "Ron, I think you should go see Dawn. She seemed a little depressed when she came home, but she doesn't want to talk to us about it." "Alright. Anything wrong in here?" "No, just girltalk." 'Probably plotting how to get me to rub their backs tonight.' He smiled to himself until he thought about Dawn. 'It's been a rough few months for her. I haven't been paying her enough attention lately. I hope she'll be okay.' Ron walked to her door and knocked. "Who is it?" "Dawn? It's me." A slight pause followed, then the door opened. Ron walked into the room, and Dawn closed the door. Then she turned around, took a step to him, put her arms around him, and started sobbing into his shoulder. This startled Ron a bit, but he knew she was on an emotional roller coaster due to the pregnancy. "What's wrong, Dawn?" "Ron, I'm.... I'm UGLY! I'm fat, and disfigured, and...and..." She trailed off, sobbing. Ron maneuvered her over to the bed, and got her to sit down. "Sis, you're not ugly. I think you're one of the most beautiful girls in the world." He wasn't lying, or even exaggerating slightly. he still had a picture of her in his mind from the night of her Sophomore Hop, in her white dress. "Oh yeah? Then how come you haven't touched me in over a month!" She replied accusingly. "I'm sorry, Dawn. I hadn't realized it'd been that long. I wasn't avoiding you, really I wasn't. I was trying to let you alone, because of the baby. I didn't want you to hurt yourself or something." Dawn had stopped sobbing, and was just sniffling now. She knew her brother wasn't lying to her. He had never lied to her, even before.... She was just so confused about everything. "Really? You mean it?" "Absolutely. I think you're the best sister a guy could hope for, and you're sweet, and pretty, and..." His words were cut off when she kissed him. It was soft, and gentle, like he remembered she could be. They laid down on the bed and kissed for what seemed like hours. Ron wrapped his arms around his sister and cradled her gently against him. He was almost as tall as her now, since she hadn't grown much over the past few months. Ron had just finished a serious growth spurt, with a few mental pushes. Now he stood 5'5" tall, and was quite fit. "Ron?" "Yeah?" "Will you make love to me? Tonight?" He could see the pleading in her eyes. "Anything you want, Sis." He gingerly removed her dress, to find that she still didn't wear anything under it. Now, she removed his clothes, though not quite as gently as he had hers. Soon, she had him down to nothing at all, and his cock was standing proud. He was very gently massaging her breasts, since they would sometimes be sore. She moaned softly, and sank into his touch. She straddled his waist. Guiding his cock with one hand, she sank herself slowly down onto him. She hummed softly as his prick tunneled in. When she reached bottom, she rested for a few moments. Ron took advantage of this, and stretched his reach to her shoulders. He massaged away some of the tension there, and caressed her neck. Like everything else on her, Dawn's neck was a source of beauty to Ron. It gracefully curved into her shoulders, and was just the right length. He stroked her neck lightly, and then moved back down to her breasts. Now, Dawn began her rhythm. In a slow, sensual movement, she rose and fell. She was enjoying this. For the first time in weeks, she felt like a woman, rather than a bloated bag of water. Her brother made her feel wanted, loved, special. She continued her strokes, fondling Ron's chest as she went. She wanted to give to him, be there for him. As much as she had originally resisted the situation, she wouldn't want to have changed this for the world now. Smoothly, gently, they continued to make love. As Dawn tired, her legs began to cramp. Then Ron remembered a position he and Kumiko had used from time to time. He had her lie on her side, and he lay behind her. He entered her from behind. Again, the pace was slow, calm, sensual. They both wanted it to last, and each wanted the other to get the maximum amount of enjoyment. Ron nuzzled her neck, and placed wet kisses there, and up to her ear. He nibbled lightly on her ear, which made her giggle. This night was like many nights before the pregnancy, and Dawn was in heaven. Ron was also in heaven, but mainly because he realized how sexy he thought his sister looked. Sure, you had to make allowances to have sex this way, but it was worth it when your girl looked as good as this! Finally, they both started ascending that ultimate ladder of passion. Still keeping it gentle, but increasing the pace, both neared their summit. Dawn began to moan lightly, and pushed back at him with more urgency. Ron was panting, and stroking into her faster and faster. Soon, they came together, in a confluence of moans, and tangled limbs. Both fell asleep for a short while. When he awoke, Dawn was looking at him. "Thank you, little brother. You made me feel like a real woman tonight." She'd never said anything like that to him before. She embraced him, and they kissed again, gently. They held each other for some time. Dawn eventually fell asleep, and Ron disengaged himself from the scene. Kumiko was waiting in his room. "Is Dawn well, Master?" "Yes, Kumiko. She was just a little depressed, and she thought I didn't like her anymore. Just a misunderstanding. She is much better now." "Please, Master, come over here, that I may give you a back rub?" This was new. Usually, he was the one giving rubs. He didn't mind, he actually enjoyed caressing beautiful girl-flesh. But, he was pretty tight right now, with all the walking, and holding Dawn and all. "Okay, Kumiko, you talked me into it." He was asleep long before she stopped. It was the last day before Christmas break. The jeweler had managed a minor miracle, getting the necklaces finished in time for him to give one to his very special teacher friend. As class broke up, he walked up to Mrs. Hayes' desk. He was a little apprehensive. He didn't know whether she would accept the gift or not. Its' cost really wasn't the issue, it was simply a symbol of his... love, protection, well-wishing, friendship, and all those gushy things he didn't think much about, but felt anyway. "Mrs. Hayes?" He laid the box on her desk. "What's this?" "Just a Christmas present for you. Go ahead, open it." Rather than having the box wrapped, he had simply chosen a very festive box to put it in. She lifted the lid off the box, to find a velvet covered one inside. This she opened slowly, and her breath caught in her throat. It was a 24 karat gold band necklace, with small diamond chips embedded in the front. At the very front, it dipped into a sort of "v" shape, and set at the vertex of the vee was a stunning emerald of the deepest green. When she looked up, there were tears in her eyes. "Oh, Ron! This is beautiful! But, it must have cost a fortune, I can't-" "Yes, you can. I can't take it back, anyway. It was custom designed for you. Go ahead, put it on." She pulled it out of the box and slipped it around her neck. It fit almost as if she had been fitted for it. It clung to her in the way only custom jewelry can. "But, how..." "Let's just say I have a really good memory. I hope you like it." Nancy stood up and came around her desk. She gave Ron a big hug, but not a kiss, as other students were starting to wander in. "Yes, Ron, I like it very much. Thank you. Have a Merry Christmas." Ron left happy, knowing she really liked it, and that she would wear it all the time. Later, in Tutoring, he saw Michelle, and gave her a gift. Not a necklace this time, as they had a special meaning. This was a small pin, not overdone, in a symbol she didn't recognize. "Thank you, Ron, but what's it mean?" It was a trio of concentric circles, with four lines radiating out from center. The pin was created using rubies, sapphires, and diamonds, for that red-white-and-blue effect. "You'll find out, eventually. I just thought you might like it." She gave him a hug, and then he had to take the good-natured razzing from the rest of the class. When everything had settled in and the students had gotten down to work, Ron and Linda had a chance to talk quietly. She had seen Michelle's gift, and had felt a severe twinge of envy. She decided to twist Ron's tail a bit. "So, where's my gift, lover?" She said with a twinkle in her eye, but quietly enough that no one heard her. "Well, I have it with me, but I'd prefer not to give it to you." "How come?" "I'd rather give it to you Christmas morning. Can you come to my house for Christmas? We'll have a nice, quiet morning, and then we can open gifts, and eat..." He stopped, because he saw a tear in her eye. 'How come everybody's crying around me?' "What's wrong?" "Oh, Ron, it's just that it's been so long since anyone cared what I did on Christmas. I'd be happy to join you and your family." She grabbed his hand and squeezed, and he rested his hand on top of hers, all hidden from the class by his body, since his back was to them. Christmas morning came, and of course, Nikki and Tammy were the first up. They'd already woken up Mom, now they came in to wake up Ron. He had slept alone that night, expecting he'd need what little sleep he'd gotten. They both started jumping up and down on his bed excitedly, doing their absolute best to make sure he was awake. That is, until Nikki jumped a little too close, and he quickly reached up and snatched her into a ferocious hug. Tammy joined in, and they all shared a wonderful Christmas embrace. The entire family headed downstairs, to see a whole new wonderland. Ron had spent a good portion of the night arranging gifts under the tree, and hiding clues for Dawn. Her new car was in the garage, had been for a couple of days, but no one ever went in the garage, by his instructions. Sandra turned to him when she saw the spread. "Ron! What happened down here?" "Santa was busy, I guess." He replied with a mischievous grin. He was thoroughly enjoying playing Santa this year. His family never had enough around Christmas, and they'd always had to 'make due'. This year was different. He'd gotten them all wonderful gifts, had given each an allowance to spend on presents themselves, and he'd set everything up beautifully. A wonderful smell arose from the kitchen. "What is that?" asked Megan. "Let's go see" answered Ron. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Kumiko came out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of pastries. "It's a special, family recipe." She explained. "Ron asked me to have breakfast ready for the family. I was honored." She set the plate down on the table, and went to give Ron a hug. "Thank you, Master. You have honored your servant by allowing her to participate." The smaller gifts were opened right after breakfast. Ron had told everyone there would be two waves of gifts from him. Megan and Jess blushed at some of their gifts, but their eyes twinkled with ideas. Sandra was overjoyed at some of the outfits he had gotten her. 'Girls are so easy to buy for. Get them clothes, and they gush all over you. Ick.' The girls had all worked very hard on buying him presents. He had consciously *not* bought himself all the neat stuff he wanted, so they could have fun buying it for him. He got a new telescope, a radio-control truck, a couple of model airplanes, and generally stuff that a fourteen year-old kid likes. Everyone had settled into a mid-morning lull, when the doorbell rang. "I wonder who would show up on Christmas morning?" Sandra asked. "A guest of mine, probably. I'll get it." Ron walked to the front door. Upon opening it, he found Linda, decked out in a beautiful red and green ensemble that, rather than looking tacky, as Ron thought most did, this one looked wonderfully festive, and hugged her body in all the right ways. "Merry Christmas, Ron! Am I early?" "No. Actually, I expected you a half hour ago, but no worry, we waited for you. C'mon in." He took her coat and hung it in the closet, then brought her into the living room and introduced her around. "Welcome to our home." Sandra offered. "Thank you, Mrs. Chaffey." Linda sat down on the couch with her, so that they could chat. "Please, call me Sandra." "Okay, everybody! Now that our guest is here, we can proceed with the remainder of the gift-giving." "You mean there's more?" Sandra asked. Even though he'd told her, she really hadn't believed him until now. "Of course there's more! You didn't think I'd let you guys get me all this neat stuff, and leave you all with _clothes_, did you?" Ron laughed, and he asked Kumiko and Megan to help him. He went to the closet, and they pulled out additional gifts for the family. "Now, it is important the order in which these are opened, so we'll do them one at a time. First, Mom." Sandra fairly tore into her package, to find a new computer carry-case. "Thank you, honey! It's great!" Ron rolled his eyes a bit. "Mom. Open it." "Huh?" She opened the case up to see her new computer. "Oh! Ron, it's just what I needed!" She reached over and gave him a hug. He glanced at Linda, and she winked at him. "Okay, now, Megan and Jess, you may open yours." Both were small boxes. Inside each was a card. On the card were the words: "I grant you one wish. You may tell me later what it is you wish for." They both thanked him for their gifts, and whispered to each other something Ron couldn't hear. "Nikki? Tammy? Here's yours." Kumiko, who was his co-conspirator in all this, had left the room shortly before. Both little girls opened their small boxes. Inside each box was a card. On this card were the words: "Turn around." It's really hard to put a puppy in a box. Both girls turned around as Kumiko set the dogs on the floor. The dogs scampered over to their new owners, who proceeded to hug and cuddle them. Ron *really* liked being Santa. Dawn was sitting quietly in a chair by the window. Ron walked over and handed her an envelope. "Sis, you're the oldest of us Chaffey kids, so you have to work a little harder for your gift." "Hmm? What do you mean?" She opened the envelope and read: "This begins your journey. On the back of this card is a clue. There are a series of these clues throughout the house. You may ask for help from any family member. On the other hand, this family member may exact a price for their help. You may only ask for help from Ron twice. He WILL exact a price for his help. Good luck!" With that, Dawn set about a forty-five minute search, running back and forth throughout the house, finding clues, and asking for help now and again. He, Sandra, and Linda stayed in the living room, chatting amicably while the rest of the children ran around with Dawn. Finally, they all came back in to the living room. "Ron, I found what I guess is the last clue, but I'm not sure what it means." "Read it to me." "'From a place you've never been, To a place you shouldn't be... Enter in through forbidden doors, And your present you shall see.' I don't get it." "Are you asking for my help?" Ron asked jovially. "No! Not yet, anyway." "Okay, I'll give you some sideways help. Where did you just come from?" "The attic." "Have you ever been there before?" "No." "So, you were in 'a place you've never been', right?" "Yeah..." "Where's the only place I've asked y'all not to go?" "The garage!" And everyone got up to go to the garage. They stopped at the door, marked "Do Not Enter", and a small sign, under that, newly added, marked "Forbidden". "How'd I miss that?" She pushed open the door, and flipped on the light. And there sat a brand new shiny black Ford Explorer. Dawn nearly wept for joy. She hugged Ron furiously, and went to check out her new wheels. Linda leaned over to whisper in Ron's ear. "Nice touch, guy." Ron nodded, and his mother gave him a kiss. After a few minutes of watching everyone pore over the new truck, Ron cleared his throat. "Is everyone forgetting something?" They all stared at each other, unclear what it was he wanted. Was he looking for a thank you? What? Nikki spoke for the group. "What is it, big brother?" "Kumiko has not yet received her gift. If we could all return to the living room..." And, after a second, everyone laughed, Kumiko included. In all the excitement, she had completely forgotten herself. The family reassembled in the living room. Ron presented Kumiko with a rather large box. She carefully opened it, to reveal a large, elaborate, wooden music box. It was made from many kinds of wood, and entirely hand-crafted. Even the mechanisms inside had been hand-tooled and assembled. Inside, when the box was opened, was a beautiful oriental figure sitting in a garden. The music was a favorite Japanese tune of Kumiko's. "When I saw it, it made me think of you." Ron explained. Kumiko gently set it down on the coffee table, and, uncharacteristically, threw herself at him and embraced him with all her might. There were no words, no way she could express the love she felt at this moment for this man. Ron took it in stride. He hadn't known what to expect, and was pleasantly surprised by this reaction. Eventually, they separated, and Ron had everyone sit down again. "Now, each of you has one final gift coming." This caused a mild stir, but Ron motioned for calm. "Not all of us are named Chaffey, and not everyone knows what we're all about. But, I consider everyone in this room a member of my Family." He looked to Linda, who was blushing slightly. "As such, I wanted to give each of you something that would in some way identify you as a member of my Family. So..." He handed out eight small boxes, one to each lady. "Please open them all at the same time." Eight boxes opened, and eight females took a breath. Even the younger ones had enough appreciation of fine work to admire the beauty and craftsmanship in their necklaces. Theirs were, for obvious reasons, smaller and simpler than the rest, but still very special, and made specifically for them. Linda was flabbergasted. She had expected some small token. Her necklace was similar to Mrs. Hayes', but contained a ruby at the vee instead of an emerald. The rest of the family had a slightly different style, less ornate. Theirs each contained a large gemstone, right above the vee, and a letter pendent, covered with diamonds, below the vee. The letter was their first initial. Tammy and Nikki both had a smaller jewel, a citrine, with their initial in basic gold with silver accents. There was no plating on these necklaces: this was the real thing. Dawn had a gorgeous deep sapphire. Megan and Jess both had an emerald so pure it almost seemed to glow against their skin. Sandra had a diamond of excellent purity. Kumiko's was the oddest of all. Hers had been the most elaborate, yet the most subdued at the same time. Hers did not contain a letter pendant, instead, it was lined with small diamonds, down to the vee, from which was suspended a jewel that resembled a diamond, but which was so perfectly clear, it almost acted like a magnifying glass. Kumiko, unconcerned about the value of the gem, slipped it around her neck carefully. Immediately, she felt a strange sense of warmth, of security. She gave Ron a curious look, and he noticed and walked over to her. He whispered in her ear. "I'll explain later. Don't worry about it now." She seemed to accept that, and everyone carried on with the celebration, which could now get into full swing. Later, as the day flowed on, Kumiko and Ron had a chance to talk alone. "Master, what is happening to me?" She described what she felt, and Ron compared it to what he had read. 'Good. It's working.' "Kumiko, for a long time, I've known that the Family needed a leader." "You are our leader, Master." "Well, yes, but I mean, a leader among the rest, so that, when I am not here, decisions can be made in an emergency. I thought about Mom, but she's not always here either, since she's chosen to keep working, plus she's still not fully recovered psychologically from Marinda's attack." Ron had done what he could, but without messing up her personality, which he refused to do, he couldn't figure a way to clear that issue out. "Anyway, I have decided that you will be the leader of the girls. You will have some new responsibilities, and in order to help out with that, I have given you that necklace." "I do not understand." 'How to explain this to someone who knows nothing of psionic powers?' "Look at it this way. You know I have powers, right?" "Yes, Master. The entire Family has spoken of them." "Well, that necklace allows you to access a very limited amount of my powers. It allows you to do two important things. Number one, it will let you call me with your mind, if the Family is ever in trouble or needs help. Second, it will let you use my mental energy to fight off an attack by another one who has powers like mine." Ron sensed somehow that this would become necessary sooner rather than later. "I'm still not sure I understand, Master, but it will be as you say." Kumiko was willing to accept whatever he told her. He was tempted to tell her the sky was green and the moon was made of cow manure, just to see how she'd react, but he didn't. As the day wore on, it started to get dark. Linda and Ron had time for a warm discussion of their relationship, which both fervently hoped would continue. Then, around seven o'clock, they heard sirens outside. "I wonder what that's about?" She said. "Let's go see." Ron's new home sat on the front edge of their property, as did all the houses in this area, so the house across the street was pretty close. That was where the cars had gone. Sandra, Linda, and Ron stepped out to see what was going on. They saw the policemen dragging a young girl, somewhere between Nikki's and Ron's ages, out of the house, kicking and screaming. Linda stormed across the street. "How dare you treat a young child in that manner! Release her immediately." One of the officers raised his baton to strike her down, then froze stiff. The other saw this, and let go of the child to pull his gun. He never got it out of the holster. Ron walked across the street. The child was clinging to Linda now, staring back at the two officers. So was Linda. The men were still struggling; they weren't dead, they just couldn't move. "How do, officers? I don't seem to remember from the books I've read anything about trying to harm civilians who question your procedures." Ron deliberately talked himself up to these men, though he thought he might have just gone over their heads, given the dimwitted looks on their faces. Ron had respect for most officers, but these two were scum. He could tell. "You will not harm this woman, or the child. What is the issue here?" He released them carefully. Both moved hesitantly, as if they weren't sure they were supposed to be able to move now. "Just look, you little cretin! The one pointed to a bloody body lying on the ground some sixty feet away. Linda gasped, and Ron figured it to be the young girl's father. "Yeah, so? Do you think she" he motioned to the girl, "did it? Are you that stupid?" "She's the only one in the house. Her mother's dead too." The girl didn't shudder, didn't flinch at the mention of her parents' demise. However, the bruises were evident on her face. "I suppose she punched herself, then? Or did you put those there?" "Why, you little mother-" The man began to swing the baton, then found himself lying on the concrete, thirty feet away. He felt like he'd just been run over by a very angry truck. "Ohhhhhhh. Aw shit. What the hell happened?" He was dazed, but the other cop wasn't. He finished pulling his gun. "Drop the gun, officer, or I will crush your skull." The man felt the pressure start to build at his temples. "You can't kill me fast enough to survive. The girl is not a threat. You have caused enough trouble here. The young lady can stay with us across the street for the night, until Social Services can come by tomorrow. Go, file your report. You will not make any mention of me or my activities. Oh, and one more thing." The man had turned to go, and now turned back with a questioning look. "If you ever mess with my Family again, I'll find something to do to you that will be worse than death." The cop staggered over to his friend, and they both got in the car. Ron knew they couldn't leave, but that wasn't important. Ron and Linda guided the girl over to the Chaffey house. She hadn't said a word yet. Ron knew something was up. "What's your name?" Linda asked. No response. Linda looked to Ron. "Suggestions?" Ron began a mind probe of the girl. Her name was Karen, and she had just killed both of her parents. Why? Well, they had been beating and raping her for the last two years. 'Sounds like a good reason to me.' He knew she really had killed them, but he wanted to know how. He kept searching her memories, then found a bright, glowing orb isolated from everything else. 'What in the hell.... Wait a minute! '... it will resemble a bright, glowing ball of energy. Do not approach, or you may be harmed by an automatic internal defense.' Her Ability Sphere! She's a psionic! How many of us are there in this area? Well, I'm not about to test that line about internal defenses...' Ron pulled out, and asked Linda if she could get him a glass of water. She had watched in awe for the last five minutes, not having the faintest idea what was going on, but knowing the two of them were communicating somehow, because their movements had exactly synced. "Karen?" She tried to focus on him, but didn't quite make it. He knew it was just the shock of the event. "Karen? C'mon. Time to wake up now." Just talking to her was helping her out of it. Linda came back with the water. He took a sip, then continued. "Hey, Karen. I've got some nice cool water here for you. Wake up, girl. Wake up, Karen." Ron continued like this for another minute or so. Finally, she started to come around. "C'mon Kar.... ah, there we go." She had finally managed to focus on his face. She didn't smile. Not that he'd expected her to, but it would have been nice to see, anyway. She was a wreck. Her dirty blonde hair was tangled and matted with blood and stuff he didn't need to guess at. Her face had a massive bruise on the one side, and her lip was cut. There were bruises on her arms where he could see, and he supposed there were more where he couldn't. "Who...who're you?" It wasn't an accusation, and there was no fear in the question. It was just a question. "My name is Ron Chaffey. I live across the street from you. You are in my house right now. You are safe here." He made that last pronouncement with some degree of force, to make sure she believed it. "I... I killed my Mom and Dad. They were..." "I know. Don't worry about it." "I... felt... you. In my head. Are you... like me?" "Yes, Karen. I am a lot like you. And I will help you all I can. If you'll let me. You can stay here tonight, if you like." She reached out, and hugged him. She squeezed tight enough that he struggled to breath a little. He realized that she was crying quietly now. "Linda, go get Kumiko, please?" Linda departed, and returned with Kumiko at her side. Kumiko gasped at the sight of the little girl. "Kumiko, see if you can find something that will fit her. She will be staying the night." Ron was, even now, probing her body for injuries. He fixed what was there. Luckily, there was nothing serious, this time, but he found plenty of evidence of previous mistreatments. 'Well, at least those two got what they deserved.' Kumiko returned with a kimono that she no longer wore. It was big on her, but not overly so, since Kumiko was a small person, and Karen was big for her age. "What shall we do, Master?" Kumiko asked. "I don't know, Kumiko. I don't know." Meanwhile, Karen slept in his arms. Chapter 4: New Friends, Old Friends, and Trouble on the Horizon The next few days were more hectic than Ron would have preferred for his Christmas holiday. The next day, Social Services showed up to claim the girl. "Hello, my name is Heidi Gallagher. I am here to pick up little Karen." "Please, come in. Karen is with Ron in the living room." Sandra led her in, and introduced her. Sandra sat down in a chair, but Ms. Gallagher seemed to be in a hurry. "Come, Karen. We need to go." Karen, startled, backed up behind Ron, who had risen upon Heidi's entrance. "Come now, we have no time for this." "Ms. Gallagher," Ron interjected, "You have all the manners of a barbarian, and no interpersonal skills at all." Ron was re-reading some of his psychology, and had picked up quite a bit of the lingo. "Excuse me, young man, but I am a very busy woman. I don't have time for this childish nonsense." She huffed. "But, ma'am, she *is* a child. And it isn't nonsense to her. She's terrified of you." Ron replied reasonably. "I won't go with her!" Karen screamed. "Oh, you don't have a choice, young lady." "Yes, she does." Karen moved in what would have been an agressive motion, but Ron stopped her. 'Let me handle this. I will protect you.' Karen nodded. Ron turned to the woman. "What would you do with her? Stick her in an orphanage?" "That is where she belongs." Heidi snapped. "No, I don't think so." Ron engaged the woman's eyes. "You will draw up and bring back here the papers to put her in our custody. You will handle any necessary court details." Ron released her, and, without a word, she left. Ron turned to Karen, who nearly strangled him with a hug. "Thank you!" "Honey? I know we've got the room and all, but do we really want to take on another person?" Sandra asked. "It's our duty, Mom. We don't have a choice. I interfered with the police, so that makes her my responsibility. If I wasn't going to make sure she was okay, I never should have stepped in to begin with." This sounded reasonable enough to everyone, and the matter was dropped. Over the next few days, a small army of people came to interview the family in the house. Ron had to make adjustments to just about everyone, but, in the end, the paperwork was signed and filed. Karen Pritchart, newly orphaned, was now a ward of the Chaffey extended family. Ron had just one more issue to handle. Mike showed up on January 3. "You said you had a minor emergency, Ron. I can't imagine much that you couldn't handle alone." Then they entered the living room, where Karen was sitting. "Oh. Hello, I don't think we've met." Mike introduced himself, and Karen nodded sheepishly. "So, what's up?" Ron answered, "Well, it's Karen here. She's a psionic." "Oh? New to the area?" "No, she's been living in the house across the street for the past four years now." "Curious. I'll have to check and see who surveyed this area last. So, I guess we'll need to sign her up for CAMP, hmm?" "Well, that is up to her. I have only vaguely discussed it with her, since I'm not cleared for recruitment procedures. I'll leave you two to it, I've got something to look after." Ron went to leave the room, and as he did so, noticed the worry on Karen's face. "Don't worry, I'm not leaving. I'll be in the kitchen, or upstairs. I'll be back before he leaves. He won't bite. Much." He said the last with a grin, and at least got a small one in return. After checking in on family members, handling some personal things that others couldn't do for him, and getting himself something to eat, he re-entered the living room. "No." "So, you don't want to be a member of CAMP?" "That's not what I said." Mike threw up his hands in exasperation. "What's up?" Ron asked. "She won't go to CAMP, but she won't refuse membership, either. We've never had anyone this... stubborn." 'What's the problem, Karen?' 'I don't trust him, or the guys he's talking about.' 'But, Karen, I *am* one of the guys he's talking about.' 'You're different. You saved me. Why can't you teach me?' "No." "What?" Mike, not being the rude type, hadn't been following along on the mental conversation that just went on. "Why not?" Karen wanted to know. "I'm not qualified." "You're teaching Michelle." She had stopped by a couple of days ago, and so the three had a little get-together of the minds. "Karen, I'm teaching Michelle like, really basic stuff. I can't teach the big, important stuff." "Why not?" This was from Mike, who had finally caught on, and couldn't resist a perfect opportunity to get Ron involved in something he was perfectly suited for, but would resist strongly. "C'mon, Mike! I'm still learning this stuff myself. I'm no teacher." "We're all still learning, kiddo. And you're as good as any instructor we've got at CAMP. If she's willing to learn at your hand, that's just fine by us. Just use the handbook." Karen was satisfied. Mike was satisfied. Ron was terrified. "What if I screw up?" "What if you do? We all do, sooner or later. It's just like teaching any other subject. The really important stuff, you won't slip up on. The rest, if you don't explain it right, well, it just won't work, that's all. Then you can explain it again, and then maybe you'll get it right." "Ron? Please?" Karen was pleading with him. She was 12, and she was really good at pleading. Ron had been good at pleading at that age, too. He *hated* it when girls pleaded with him, because he could never say no. "Oh, okay. But I'm gonna regret this." "Nah. No worries, Ron. Okay, if we can just get her parents to sign these forms....then...we........what?" Ron and Karen were looking at him with one of those expressions. "She doesn't have any parents." "What happened to them?" "Well, let's say they took an early departure into the hereafter." "I killed them!" Karen was rather more direct. Mike just sat, stunned. "Ron?" He was looking for an explanation. Ron took pity on him. "Her parents were abusive, and so she finally took matters into her own hands. Probably what awakened The Ability so early. The police were, shall we say, more interested in closing the case than her safety, and so I had to come to her defense." "I see. Well, then, who is guardian?" "My mother, officially." "In other words, you." "You could say that." "Sign here." Mike indicated all the places. It wasn't legally binding, as such, because Ron was underage. However, CAMP rules forbade allowing the follower of a member to sign binding forms. "Well, that takes care of that. What about her schooling?" "She goes to the junior high. She will continue to do so." "Very good. No problem there. Good day, and good luck to you both." With that, Mike trotted off to his car. "Thank you." "I'm going to regret this..." Ron knew he wasn't going to like this arrangement. He was wrong. Weeks went by, and Karen's skills started to improve. As did both her appearance, and her confidence. They had taken her shopping to get her new clothes, and had gotten her all those nice things that girls like. Ron did not accompany them on that trip: he couldn't bear the thought of watching women wading through clothing. But, she put on a fashion show of sorts when they got back, and he couldn't say he disapproved of their tastes. Finally, in mid-February, *The Day* arrived. It was time for Dawn to lose a little weight, and Ron and Sandra took her to the hospital. It wasn't a long labor, only about 45 minutes or so. Amazingly easy for a first, his mother said. Ron and his Mom stepped in after the birth to see them both. It was a brand new baby boy. His eyes were a startling blue: he realized that they were the color of Kumiko's eyes. Most babies are born with blue eyes, of course, but Kumiko apparently had never lost that brilliance in hers. "Ron? We never talked about what to name him." Ron thought for a second. "What would you like to name him?" He asked. "I don't know. Mom?" "I really hadn't thought about it, Dawn. I assumed you two had discussed it." They hadn't, but Ron came up with a name quickly. "Nathan Conrad." "That's pretty. Why those two, Ron?" Dawn inquired. "That names him after each of our grandfathers." "Oh. I didn't know what Grandpa Miller's name was. Nathan Conrad Chaffey." And so, a new life emerged into the world. 'I wonder if he'll have my gift? Better for him if he doesn't. It puts an awful lot of responsibility on you.' Ron didn't know the half of it, yet. One of Ron's jobs, as field agent, was to routinely scan the latents in his area, to see if any were ready for contact by Mr. McGavin. He had yet to find one, but he really didn't expect them to be springing up like they were already. He was on the trail of one now. He was a 19 year old college student. Ron looked older than his age, but there was no way he was passing for a college student. He meandered about campus, trying to look inconspicuous, and working to locate his target. He thought he'd found him, when a little trouble arose. "Get off our campus, kid." This was some jock. 'Probably here on a football sholarship.' He was big, mean, and ugly. "What?" "I said get off our campus. No squirts or pipsqueaks allowed." Just then, a clean-cut boy with black hair walked up. He was 5'6" tall, thin, not muscular, pretty much a bookworm type. "What's up, Bruce?" "Stay out of this, dickweed. I'm gonna pound this little dude." Just then, Bruce found himself lying on his back. 'Huh? Wait, I didn't do anything...' He realized that Bruce must have been knocked down by the other guy. Ron did a very quick scan. 'Okay, this is my target. Right name, address, there's the Ability Sphere, and it's ready for contact.' Ron mumbled a "Thanks," and quickly got out of there. 'Geez. What is this world coming to? I can't even walk along quietly on a college campus anymore!' It was April, and life was good. Dawn and her baby were coming along nicely. Ron didn't pay all that much attention to the infant, not really feeling much in the way of a paternal instinct kicking in. He played with the little guy, but not much else. He left the less pleasant jobs to more qualified, and, less powerful, individuals, like Megan, Jess, and Dawn. He had taken some sympathy on his sister, by assigning Jess to infant duty during the night. That way, Dawn could at least get some sleep. Ron was wandering the halls after school one day, when he heard a familiar voice coming from an office. "Oh, yes. He's a wonderful student, too." That was Mrs. Hayes voice, he was sure of it. "Well, he makes a splendid tutor." And that was Linda! Ron couldn't pass up the opportunity to find out what they were talking about. He walked in through the open doorway. "I couldn't help but notice you were chatting about me. Is there some reason?" He asked in a playful tone that both ladies recognized. "Well, I just happened to notice that Mrs. Hayes there has a beautiful necklace that seemed, well, rather similar to mine." "It ought to. They're identical except for the stone." "Yes, so I see. We were about to, um... compare notes, in a way." Ron stepped over and closed the door. "Go ahead." He smiled, and winked. "I don't mind." Nancy gave in first. "I don't think just talking will do. How about you, Linda?" "No, not at all. I think a visual display would be best." The ladies advanced on him, both already unbuttoning their blouses. Ron feigned fright. "Now, ladies, please... I'm fragile, I might break." Linda ran her hand across his crotch. "Oooh. No. You're hard, but I don't think you're fragile." She pulled his shirt off over his head. Nancy bent down to work at his jeans. She got them off, then let Linda take over while she removed the rest of her clothes. Linda pulled down his briefs, revealing his hard, throbbing dick. She licked her lips at the very sight of it. "Oh, it's been a few weeks since I've played with this." She wrapped her fingers softly around his prick, and started jacking as she sucked the head into her mouth. Nancy had undressed fully now, and was massaging Ron's chest as she kissed him passionately. Both women seemed on fire. Ron wondered if he ought not to have them over for a weekend sometime. 'I'm not sure I could survive both for that long!' Ron rearranged people a little. He laid Nancy across the desk, and dove right into her muff, licking and sucking with wild abandon. Linda returned to his cock, taking more of it into her mouth now. Nancy was moaning from the attention. Ron was close to coming, he knew that. There was no stopping it. He increased his pace on Nancy's pussy. She started the little shudders he'd come to recognize as a small orgasm, just then he came himself, pouring his seed down Linda's throat. She took it all, and sucked him hard again. It was only fair that Linda get some attention now, as she was the only one who hadn't come yet. Ron bent her over the desk, just over Nancy. Linda started eating out Nancy, and Ron pushed his rod into Linda from behind. She gave a deep moan, and pushed back. Ron pulled out so that just his head was in, then plunged back in. Slowly, in and out, in and out. He worked as slow a pace as he could handle. Linda was eating Nancy's pussy, licking up and down the slit, then taking her clit into her mouth and lightly nipping it with her teeth. Nancy was shuddering constantly now, and the spasms were becoming more and more violent. Linda was fucking back at Ron with some force, and Ron was pushing into Linda faster and faster. Just then, Linda went rigid, and let out a yelp. She strangled it as much as she could, for there were other people in the building. Her orgasm lasted for almost a minute. Ron pulled out of her, and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her softly, gently, sensuously. "It was good for me, too." She responded breathlessly. Ron gently helped her into a chair. She had always been kind of out of it after good sex. But he still had to please Nancy. Nancy reached out and took his cock in hand. He had softened just slightly, so she sucked him until he was good and hard again. "Now I want you inside me, lover. Make me come!" Ron plunged into her now well-lubricated hole. She wasn't interested in slow today. She wanted it hot and fast. She wrapped her legs around his ass and pulled him into her as far and as fast as she could manage. Ron started massaging her wonderful tits. He squeezed and twisted the nipples, and she mewled in pleasure. She loved it. Quickly she started to climb to her orgasm. She pummelled him into her faster and faster. Then, as she was about to come, she pulled him down to her and kissed him. As she climaxed, she screamed into his mouth, still wrestling with his tongue. They remained like that for some minutes, both of them coming down from one of their better performances. "Oh... Damn...that was....just wonderful!" Nancy said. Ron felt a soft body behind him, that embraced him in a glorious hug. "We were also talking about something else, Ron." "Oh? I don't think I'm up to any more today!" "No, not that. Both of us are single. Both of us live in a fairly expensive apartment. Both of us wish we could spend more time with you...." She trailed off, hoping Nancy would continue, but Ron picked up for her. "So, you were wondering if there was room at the Chaffey house for you two?" Both women nodded. "Well, we do have two bedrooms left, but I did want to have a guest room..." He was teasing. They knew it, but they also worried that, just maybe, he wasn't. "We'll share a room!" insisted Nancy. "That's not a problem. Neither of us has much stuff!" Linda agreed. Ron just shook his head. "Ladies, you're impossible. Of course you're welcome in my home, so long as you live by the rules, and you understand who's in charge." "Why, you are, Ron." Nancy said. Linda nodded agreement. "See? You know the most important rule already. You can move in over the weekend, if you like." 'Well, if I don't survive, at least I'll go out happy!' It was late May, school was out, and life was fine. Little Nathan was a healthy, growing boy. Dr. Brown was out to see him every couple weeks. She didn't normally do house calls, but Ron hadn't given her a choice in the matter. He was still torturing her unmercifully, making her wet and excited anytime she was near him. She couldn't understand it, she wasn't attracted to him at all. On Ron's part, it was just a fun diversion. Karen's skills were really coming along well. He had gotten her to master all of the defense techniques early on, and they practiced on each other regularly, and on Michelle, whenever she would stop by. Right now Karen was mastering the art of telekinesis, moving all sorts of things around the house. The rest of the family had gotten used to these lessons, and no longer complained that their stuff wasn't where they'd left it. One morning, Ron was teaching Karen about levitation, when he got a strange sensation, as if he were being watched. He knew that was impossible; there were at present three telepaths in the house, since Michelle was visiting, and any telepathic communication, send or receive, would have been instantly noted. Still, the feeling was there. "Hang on a second, Kar. I need to check on something." Ron went upstairs to his room. He had made some modifications to the window in his room that allowed him to look out, without anyone outside being able to tell. 'I really ought to just install cameras. It'd be easier.' Sure enough, across the street, was a tall man dressed in a black trenchcoat. 'Trenchcoat? In May? Talk about conspicuous.' He knew the man was not scanning him, but, since he did not know if the man was a psionic or not, he wouldn't risk a scan of his own. He studied the man for a few minutes, until he moved off. Ron filed the incident in the back of his mind. 'Strange. Very strange.' Over the summer, this event was repeated many times. Ron began to wonder if someone were watching him because they knew, or suspected, what he was. 'Or, maybe' he thought, 'it's an inspector from Social Services. No, that's nuts. Why would they bother doing it like that?' Finally, in early July, an event occured that solved the matter for him. It was late morning, around eleven, when the doorbell rang. Nikki went to answer the door, and nearly bolted back into the living room, where Ron was reading. "What's up, Nik? Who's at the door?" Then he saw past Nikki to.... 'No, I must be seeing things. I can't possibly be seeing who I'm seeing.' But he was. Standing in the doorway, in clothes that hung from her body, torn and even bloody, stood Marinda. "Ronnn....." Was all she managed, before collapsing to the floor. "Shit. Okay, Nikki, go get Kumiko, Mom, and Linda." Nikki ran to do as she was instructed. Ron walked over and closed the front door. Then he examined Marinda without touching her. She moaned, but refused to wake up when he shook her. His 'counseling team', as he'd taken to calling them, came in just then. They all gasped at the sight of her, but neither Kumiko nor Sandra would approach. "Get her out of here, Ron!" screamed Sandra. "Chill out, Mom. She can't hurt you. Heck, I can't even get her to wake up. Help me move her into the spare bedroom." He finally convinced them to come over and move her. "Kumiko, I'm going to put you in charge of caring for her." He continued in a whisper to her, "Use the necklace if there's trouble, and send someone to get me when she wakes up." Kumiko nodded, Ron told Linda to stay with her, and then he took his Mom out of the room. "I don't like it, Ron. She could be trouble." "Mom, you don't understand. James got rid of her powers. She can't hurt you anymore. And, even if she did still have her powers, James told me before that it was my fault she could get to you, because of some things I hadn't done. Well, I've done all those things now. It'll be fine, but I need to know why she came here, even after I ordered them not to." Sandra didn't argue, but was not happy about things. Ron could tell, but there was nothing he could do. He needed to know what Marinda knew. "So, what's for lunch?" She was being chased. They were getting closer, closer, reaching out for her. She turned to fight them off, only to find she had no hands. She opened her mouth to scream, but emitted only a whisper. "You might as well give in. You're powerless... powerless..." Marinda bolted upright in bed, startling the others in the room. Quickly she looked about. Three feet from her was a familiar face, though she couldn't put a name to it. It was late afternoon when Marinda awoke. Kumiko was still at her post, but Megan was sitting in with her now. Marinda sat upright and scanned the room. Kumiko was uncomfortable to be this close to the woman, but she had her orders. Even this woman deserved some sympathy, or so Ron had decided. "Please be still. You will not be harmed here." She hoped she wasn't lying, but really didn't know. "Master Ron has told me to look after you. Megan, please go get Master Ron." Megan left the room to go find Ron. "Would you like some icewater?" "Yes, please." Marinda croaked. Her throat was parched, and she had some difficulty swallowing. By the time she had finished the glass, Ron had entered the room. "Good evening. Megan, you can go now." He motioned Kumiko to a seat away from the bed. "I am going to assume you have a good reason for coming here. Your condition would seem to indicate you have been in some sort of fight. Are you feeling up to telling me what is going on?" "May I use a restroom, first?" Ron nodded, and Kumiko showed her the way, then brought her back. She sat down on the bed, and began. "First of all, I do remember what you are. I know you are far stronger than I ever was. I have come to terms with what my life has become. Unfortunately, I have a problem that I don't know how to resolve, and their is something that you need to know. Actually, two somethings." "Okay, what are they?" "First off, your father, my Master, is dead." Ron nodded, and Kumiko bowed her head. "Secondly, you are right. I was in a fight that got your father killed. Two psionics came and broke into our house. I'm still not sure if they were after him or me, but, without my powers, there was nothing I could do." "Who were they?" "I don't know, but they weren't speaking English." "Did you recognize the language?" "No." "May I scan you?" This was not unexpected. She knew he didn't trust her. She figured he wanted to make sure she wasn't lying to him." "Yes." Five minutes later, he looked over at Kumiko. "Russian." "How do you know?" Marinda asked. "You may not recognize it, but you still remember it. I've heard enough languages to be able to recognize regions, at least. That one is definitely Russian." "What does it mean, Master?" Kumiko queried. "I don't know. Marinda, you will remain in this room. You may use the restroom. Until I decide what to do with you, you will be our... guest is the polite term, but prisoner will do. I don't trust you yet." Ron knew that scans *could* be faked, but only by a real expert. He would do a really in-depth scan on her after dinner. Nobody could fake that. His further scan confirmed that Marinda was, indeed, telling the truth. She had come to Ron because she quite simply didn't know where else to go. The death of his father didn't upset him any. The man was a shit, and everyone knew it. The scan showed his theory to be at least somewhat accurate, in that his father had finally managed to hold a job for more than a month and a half at a time. He had been a security guard at a bank when he died. "So, what happens to me now?" Marinda asked of Ron. They were alone in the guest bedroom. "I have no skills, I can't get a job. What do I do now?" It was awkward. She was fully aware that she had no real cognitive ability. Unlike most stupid people, who are blessed with ignorance of their ignorance, she was quite aware that she was no longer capable of living in the real world. "Don't worry about that for now. I'll think of something. Now, I need to look you over, and make sure there are no serious injuries. Sit still." Ron ran his hands lightly over her body. She shivered at his very touch, still aware of the Power that ran through the person examining her. She was also becoming highly aroused by his caresses, though they were much softer than what she had grown accustomed to at his father's hands. Ron took note of her state. "Feel good?" He asked mischievously. He hadn't had a shot at Marinda that night, leaving her to James. And, besides, her body wasn't exactly ugly. "Yes, it does, sir. Very good." "Would you like me to continue?" "YES.... uh, please, sir." Apparently her father either hadn't thought of or didn't like 'Master'. "Very well. Stand up." She did as requested. Ron held her gently for a moment, letting his eyes rove her body. She was wearing what remained of a very nice outfit, a light yellow blouse and a tan skirt. It reminded him of some outfits he'd seen Linda wear. Their wasn't much left of it now, however. He gently undid the fasteners and removed her outer garments, so that now she wore only underwear. He embraced her to remove her bra. She seemed to like that a lot. While he was there, he gave her a kiss. He had meant it to be quick, but it lingered, neither of them really wanting to let go. But, alas, the bra came loose and Ron pulled back, dragging the confining lingerie off her shoulders and down off her arms. Marinda was in ecstasy. She had not felt pleasant caresses such as these for a very long time. Ron's father had been a brutal man, and he'd treated her like shit. Her life forced her to accept it, but it did not make her like it. She could still remember fragments, mere tidbits, of what she'd been once, and you never lose the memory that once you were a powerful individual, one with The Ability. Knowing that was gone was the hardest thing for her to take. Mike's beatings hadn't made things any better, though. She was aware that Ron was directly responsible for her losing The Ability, but there was nothing she could do, even if she'd wanted to. 'At least he's gentle.' Ron had removed her panties and stockings, so that she was totally nude now. He stood back to examine her form once more. He could see the discolorations of faded bruises, as well as the fresh black and blue splotches. 'Why is it,' he wondered, 'that I seem to see a lot of women this way. There's got to be some way to stop maniacs from doing this shit.' Ron moved back in, and gave her another quick kiss, this time keeping it short. He moved behind her, and noticed the striped welts from a severe belt beating. 'Damn, what did I sentence this poor woman to?' Then he recalled what she had done to his family. 'Well, maybe she got what she deserved, and then again, maybe she's paid enough.' He decided to talk it over with the Family later, but he was feeling sympathy for her now. He reached out and massaged her shoulders. They were tight, tense with the day's activity. She relaxed into his grip, letting tension drip off her body. He couldn't effectively do more than this with her standing, so he had her lay down on the double bed in the room. He spread his ministrations out, expanding to cover her back, and eventually her ass and legs. He spent a considerable amount of time just relaxing her body. Eventually, she turned over to face him. He had been doing some healing work while he was rubbing, and she was feeling a lot better now. She thanked him with her eyes, but with her mouth, she said. "You will hurt me, just like your father did." "No, I won't. I may pass you to someone who might, but I will not personally cause you any physical pain." He made himself very specific on that. He wasn't into sadism, and didn't understand how anyone could do that crap. "Look, I punished you for what you did to my family. At the time, I swore if I ever saw you again, I would kill you. Now, I've scanned you, and I know what you've been through in the last year. Maybe you've paid enough. I'll have to talk to the rest of the Family to see what we'll do about you." Marinda wasn't sure whether or not to believe him. She wanted to so badly, but the last year had taken most of her hope and stomped on it. "What will you do to me, then?" "I think, for right now, I'm going to screw you." Ron said matter-of-factly, and started to undress himself. This surprised and pleased Marinda, for she figured if he wanted sex, he wouldn't beat her up first. Mike never had. She couldn't understand that Ron wouldn't do any of the things to her that Mike regularly did, so destroyed was her mind and spirit. Ron lay down on the bed, and had her start sucking him. She licked around the head, teasing with light, swift strokes of her tongue. Then she ran her tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the tip. Finally, she brought his prick into her mouth and started sucking. Ron enjoyed this, but it left him with little to do. He formed his extension into its snake-like shape, and started to rub it across her tits. She froze for a moment, then realized it must have been him doing it, and sank into the wonderful sensation it was causing in her. She resumed her sucking, vowing to make him come first. A few minutes later, she knew it was going to be a close one. He moved his extension down to start rubbing across her clit. She was sopping wet down there, and steamy hot. She was writhing on the bed, having a hard time focussing on the task at hand. Finally, she gave in, humming on his cock as her pussy contracted repeatedly, sending shivers up and down her spine. Her humming, however, sent shivers up and down Ron's cock. He'd been doing okay till then, but her humming was just like a vibrator. He couldn't hold back any longer, and gushed a load of sperm down her throat. She swallowed it all, an amazing feat considering the orgasm she was still in the middle of, and kept sucking. When he was hard again, he retracted his extension, and she sat up. Ron indicated to her that he wanted her on all fours. She complied, lifting her ass way into the air and laying her head on a pillow. Ron pushed into her, marveling at how *hot* she was. He established a steady pace, not too fast, but enough to keep them both breathing a little heavy. He reached around and fondled her breasts. They were big, and soft, with very large nipples. He tired of this position, and had her roll onto her back. The tricky part was that he didn't pull out of her, and barely stopped fucking her long enough for her to do so. He renewed his thrusts, even faster now. Marinda was thrashing about in the midst of another orgasm below him, but he refused to slow the pace. He kept up his thrusting until she came once more, and then changed positions again. This time, she was lying on her side, with him behind her, holding up one of her legs to help with access. Similar to the position he used with Dawn, but more aggressive, he wasn't slowing down for nobody now. Finally, he felt he was nearing a time when he would be ready to come. He decided he wanted her ass. He rolled her onto her stomach, and he pulled her up to her knees. He aimed his cock at her rosebud, and pushed. She grunted loudly in protest as his cock entered her ass. "AAArrggh! Oh, shit that...." She stopped, because she could no longer determine whether it hurt really bad, or felt really good. Ron didn't care, either way. He inserted himself all the way in, then set up a slow stroking. As her bowels loosened up, he increased the tempo. Soon, Marinda was grunting and moaning continuously, murmuring things that he mostly couldn't make out. Occassionally, he'd hear, "Oh, yes! More! please More!" and he'd increase the pace just a little more. He felt his own climax approaching. He reached down and played with her clit as he fucked her ass. She screamed in orgasm and slammed back into him, squeezing his cock with her ass. That set Ron off, and he shot his load deep into her bowels. He continued his thrusting until he was completely spent. Slowly, his cock started to shrink inside of her. He bent over and embraced her. "I don't know what we're going to do about you, Marinda, but that sure was fun." Ron climbed down off the bed, and started to dress. Marinda had rolled to her side, but otherwise wasn't moving. "Diane." "Hmm?" Ron replied. "My name. Marinda was something I made up. My real name is Diane. Of course, if you'd prefer to call me Marinda, sir..." "No, I'd prefer Diane. It's shorter. Very well. You may use the bathroom, and the small lounge next door. There's a TV there, and some books. Someone will be here with you all the time, until I decide what to do. Don't worry, at worst, I'll simply have you leave the house, in the company of someone who can appreciate your talents. I'll see you in the morning. Good-night, Diane." "Good-night, sir." Ron called for a Family meeting the next morning. Megan, not having any say in the matter at all, was excused to keep an eye on Diane. Arranged around the room were all Ron's girls, Kumiko, Sandra, Dawn holding little Nathan, Nikki, Tammy, Jessica, Linda and Nancy. Ron sat for a moment and stared. 'You know, as much as I sometimes hate having to deal with everything that comes up, to look around and see all these girls, and they all answer to me! That's gotta be worth the trouble.' "Okay, I've called this meeting for the obvious reason. We have a new guest in the house, one who has, in the past, been a danger to this Family. I need to decide what to do about her, and I'm looking for opinions. Feel free to voice yours now." Sandra immediately spoke up. "I don't want her here. She's a danger to us all. What if she still has her powers? What if James didn't do his job right?" James would have had a coronary at that thought. "Mom, I've scanned her, okay? She's not dangerous anymore. Most importantly, she *cannot* live on her own. We either keep her here, or I find someone who wants her." "Ron, as much as she isn't physically dangerous anymore, I think she may still have a strong emotional hold on those who were here during the attack." Linda was speaking like her teacher-self now. She continued, "I wasn't here, thankfully, when the Family was attacked. My life in this house has been very pleasant. I'm not sure that would continue to be the case if this lady were allowed to remain." There seemed to be a general consensus of opinion. "Alright. I'll accept that the Family doesn't want her here. That only makes me ask another question: What do I do with her?" Nobody seemed to have an answer to that one. A couple of ideas were bandied about, but nothing sensible or practical. Killing her was out of the question, and he couldn't just release her like a wild animal, either. Then Ron remembered something he had seen once, when Bill had taken him to dinner. He had seen an older man sitting with a beautiful young woman, in her mid or early twenties. '"Who is that guy, Bill?" "That's a big oil-man. Why?" "Great looking wife." Bill laughed. "What's so funny?" "That's not his wife. That's his mistress. She hangs around him because he's got money." "Doesn't his wife object?" "Not if she knows what's good for her. That guy's divorced three other wives because they complained too much about his affairs."' 'I wonder... I'll have to call Bill in on this one.' "Okay, I have an idea, but I'm not sure it will work. I will find a way to remove her from the house within the next few days. Thank you all for your help. Dismissed." As the group broke up, Ron had Jessica tell Megan to bring Diane down. He waited in the living room. Diane and Megan entered together. Diane looked much better now than she had yesterday. "Thank you Megan, that will be all. Please, sit down, Diane." Diane sat quietly on the sofa, wondering what would become of her. "We have just held a Family meeting. As you might expect, the rest of the Family doesn't want you around." "I understand, sir. What will you do to me?" "I haven't figured that out yet. I'm going to talk to a friend of mine later today. He may be able to find you a good home. Please return to your room, and wait for me there." Diane nodded and left. Ron walked to the phone. "Hello, Mr. Chaffey to speak with Mr. Simmons, please.... Regarding? A business arrangement.... Yes, I'll hold." Ron tapped his foot to the music for a total of about 5 seconds. "Ron, boy! How the hell have you been!" "Just fine, Bill, just fine. How are you and your wife?" "Great, great! Hey, I just got one question for you." "Shoot." "I don't suppose there's anything you can do to make her get her tubes tied, huh? I mean, I don't want them snipping around on me, and we don't want any more kids, but she won't get it done. I don't guess there's anything you can do, is there?" "Maybe I can, Bill. Look, Bill, there's another matter I need to discuss with you, but not on the phone. Are you free for lunch today?" "For you, anytime. Where is it this time? The Remington again, or..." "No, I need you to come out to the house. It won't be a waste of your time." Ron promised. Bill had never been disappointed yet. "Okay, no trouble. What time?" "Whatever's good for you." "Around one?" "That's fine, I'll see you then." Bill showed up right on time, as usual. "Please come this way, Mr. Simmons." Kumiko escorted him into the formal dining room, where a meal had been prepared by Nancy and Sandra. "Boy, this looks good!" Bill sat down, and Ron joined him. Kumiko and Megan provided service to the two men. "Ron, you are living a charmed life, m'boy!" Ron accepted the compliment, and both men started on their appetizers. "You said you were having trouble with your wife, not wanting to 'get fixed'." "Kind of a cruel term for it, but, yeah, that's the idea. I don't suppose you could make her?" "Bring her by this evening, I think I can do better." Bill, surprised, readily agreed to that. "Now then, have we had any dissatisfied customers?" Bill was basically managing Ron's "reorientation" business for him. "Nary a one. Everyone's just pleased as punch." Bill tended to speak in cliches, and it was annoying, but Ron lived with it. "So, what's cooking today?" Kumiko served them their main dish, a Chicken Cordon Bleu. "Thank you, Kumiko. You are excused." Ron watched her go. So did Bill. "Man, what I wouldn't give to have someone like that walking around the house." "Exactly my point, though I hadn't intended to make it that way." Said Ron, "What *would* you give?" "Huh?" "To have something like that walking around your house, doing what you told her, being there whenever you wanted her?" "What're you gettin' at, Ron?" "Megan, please go get Diane." Megan left to do as she was told. "I'm talking about having...um,.... a pet. Just one that walks on two legs." Diane and Megan entered the room just then. "Bill, this is Diane. Diane, please greet Bill." Upon hearing the key phrase, Diane went over, sat in his lap, and wrapped her arms around him. "Hello, sir." She said in a husky voice. Bill was having a very difficult time breathing. The outfit Ron had chosen for Diane wasn't concealing very much, and Bill was getting an eyeful. "Wow! Ron, just what is going on here?" "Well, see Bill, it's like this. Some time ago, Diane there tried to hurt my Family. So, similar to what I've been doing in our business, I made some modifications to Diane's personality. Now, she is a completely submissive slave to whomever is designated as her owner. Nice idea, but, you see, I already have enough, and the Family doesn't want her around, she brings back bad memories and such." "Well. I don't think Mary would much care for me bringing a brand new pet female home with me..." "That could be fixed, no problem, or, do you know someone you'd like to owe us a favor? Or someone who might be willing to pay the kind of money Diane is so obviously worth?" "You mean... you want to... Sell her?" "Whatever works. It's not like anything we've done together has been, strictly speaking, legal, Bill." "Good point. Can I make some phone calls?" "Absolutely. Diane, let the man up." Diane removed herself, and Kumiko led Bill to the telephone. "How'd it go?" questioned Sandra, after Bill had left. "I think OK. He's making some calls now." In the end, it turned out Bill did have a friend who was looking for a 'faithful companion' who didn't talk back. "He's willing to pay $2 million for her." 'Geez! 2 mil' for a woman I don't really like anyway! This could be a really profitable business.' "Sold. When will he be able to pick her up?" "First thing this evening, when he gets off work. He wanted to know how he should pay you." "However he likes. I still pay taxes, just like everyone else. No need to tell them WHY he paid me, though." "Good show. Alright, just one other thing: what does she have to bring with her?" "Just a few sets of clothes, nothing else. He'll have to provide whatever else he wants her to have. Oh, and there is one rule I didn't mention before. She is still my responsibility so, if he beats her hard enough that she needs medical attention, I will reclaim her, without any form of refund." "Understood. I don't think he's that type anyway, but I'll tell him." Ron and Bill shook hands, and Bill went back to work. Sandra, Nancy, and Linda were sitting in the kitchen having coffee together. "Well," said Ron as he walked in, "That's taken care of. Now, we just have to worry about dealing with whatever it is that's coming on the horizon." "What do you mean, Ron?" asked Linda. "What Diane has told me leads me to believe that there is trouble for our Family, but I don't know when it's coming, or from where. We need to be ready." "How do we get ready?" queried Nancy. "I'm not sure, but we'll have to think of something." Chapter 5: New Losses, New Threats For the next several months, Ron was focussed on finding a way to protect his Family. He knew time was not on his side. Sooner or later, the men that he saw, more and more frequently now, would attack his home. 'If they do, they die.' Ron didn't even bother tutoring in his Sophomore year, so intent on preparing for the upcoming fight was he. However, as time wore on, it became less evident that there was a danger. Ron knew that they might be waiting for him to drop his guard. 'But, I can't stay alert like this forever, can I?' So, about the middle of Spring, Ron decided to pick back up on some of his business ventures. "Bill?" Ron had called him at home this time. "Ron? Is that you?" "Yeah. Sorry we haven't spoken in a while. I'm just calling to let you know I'll be accepting business again." "Great! How soon do you want to start? I've got a list here waiting." "Oh, send one over to me tomorrow night. That'll give me time to get ready." "No problem. Great to hear from you, guy. I was starting to worry." "Thanks, Bill. We'll have to get together for lunch sometime. See ya." And Ron hung up. 'It *has* been a while. Ever since Diane left, I really have focussed heavily on training me and the Family. Karen is good; I'd guess she's at a psion-5 or -6 already. Michelle is good at defense, and pretty good with other stuff, I'd bet she's a psion-7 by now. Kumiko is finally getting the hang of her necklace. I hadn't realized how draining that would be. I hope we won't need it, but it's good to remember it's there.' The rest of the Family had similarly adapted to the situation. Nathan was growing up to be a very healthy young boy, already a year old, and smart as a whip. Dawn doted over him more or less constantly while she was home, and Megan looked after her during the day, while the others were at school. Sometimes Ron wondered why he made the others continue in school, but then decided he didn't want stupid slaves. Nikki and Tammy were damn near inseparable, and Ron thought that a good thing, since it meant they always had each other for protection. Jessica and Megan took everything in stride, doing as their master wished. Kumiko was... well, Kumiko. Nothing seemed to affect her, though Ron knew differently. He had chosen well the leader of his Family. Kumiko was thoughtful and considerate. Never jumping to a conclusion, and always willing to listen, she handled most of the disputes in the Family now, so that Ron didn't have to bother with them. Life had settled into a comfortable rut, with the slight edge that Ron kept on it with his paranoia. 'But even paranoids have enemies.' Ron's newest subject arrived at 7:00, as was the usual time for this sort of appointment. Ron had dropped the subterfuge, and now all his customers simply told their wives they were going to see a counselor. Women seemed more ready to accept the idea of a counselor than Ron himself would have been. It was Bill's idea, and a good one. This lady was attractive, but not overly so. Standing 5'4" tall, with curly dark blonde hair and green eyes, she had a nice, if not abundant, chest, and slender legs. She was trim and fit, but obviously not an athlete. She was sort of the "average healthy American woman" idea. It made her look pretty good. "Please, Mrs. Rector, come on in. The doc will be with you shortly." Ron's addition to the cover was that he was simply an office assistant, since he was far too young to be the doctor. He escorted the woman to the room he used as an 'office', and asked her to sit down. He made to busy himself at the desk arranging a folder, presumably hers, but was really beginning his job. This one, though, was a problem. She was a psionic. Or, more correctly, a latent psionic. 'This late in life, I doubt she'll ever find it.' But, it was a problem. He couldn't seem to make the modifications he wanted to in her. The manual said messing with latents was okay, so long as you didn't prematurely awaken their ability. 'Nothing premature about this one.' Ron dug deeper into her mind. After about five minutes, she started to fidget. She wasn't blanked out like most people. 'I've got to find a way to get her completely under.' Then he realized that it was her Ability Sphere that was interfering with the process. 'Isn't there some way I can get rid of that thing? I don't know how to remove it.... I wonder if I can block it?' Ron made a couple of abortive attempts, envisioning blankets, or bags. Finally, he created a hollow black sphere that he clamped around her Ability Sphere. This effectively blocked out her Sphere from the rest of her brain. She gave a jolt, and, on further inspection, Ron could tell she was now 'under'. Now Ron could set about his business. Five minutes later, the mental part of the procedure was complete. It took the woman a few extra minutes to recover. Ron wondered if she would notice her missing Ability Sphere. She had never made use of it, but it was a part of her, and it was now, well, not *missing*, but certainly clouded. "Okay, Mrs. Rector, just relax. We're almost through here. Now, I want you to stand up and remove all your clothes." Mrs. Rector stood and reached up to her blouse. She unbuttoned it without a word, staring right at Ron the whole time. As she reached the last button, she licked her lips. 'She's already hot! What did I do.... Oh! hmm... that could be a problem.' The lady had reached behind her, and removed her bra. Her breasts jiggled slightly as they were freed from their confines. Mrs. Rector, whose first name was Carol, then moved her hands from her breasts slowly down her sides until she reached her waist. She undid the fasteners on her skirt, and let it drop to the floor. She bent down to remove her heels, and Ron watched as her tits swung free with the movement. Carol was wearing panties over pantyhose, but not for long. She quickly pulled her panties down and off. For the pantyhose, she turned her back to Ron. She rolled them down past her waist, then slowly worked them down to her knees, bending over and giving Ron a pretty nice view. Next, she sat back down in the chair to finish removing them. She rolled them down each leg, slowly, seductively, enticing Ron to her. 'Not yet, Carol. Not yet.' Finally, she pulled the hose the final way off. She stood back up, and turned around fully to show her body to Ron. "Okay, very nice Carol. Now, come on over here, and start removing my clothes." Carol was happy to oblige. She sauntered over to Ron, and first gave him a very nice kiss, which he returned. She was rubbing his chest, and then started slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt. He was wearing his good clothes, to appear more like the assistant he was supposed to be. She worked her way down, kissing flesh as it appeared. When she'd gotten it fully unbuttoned, she kissed her way back up, and plunged her tongue into his mouth as she pulled it off of his arms. She continued the kiss as she undid his belt and his pants. They broke the kiss as she knelt to pull his pants down. She removed his shoes, socks, and his pants then. All that was left were his briefs, and these were soon removed as well. The woman needed no further instruction, as she sucked his entire length into her mouth. 'Oh, shit! Damn that feels good!' Carol went to town on his shaft, sucking and slurping away as she used her tongue to massage his cock as it moved in and out. Ron played with her breasts as she brought him closer and closer to coming. Soon, he let out a grunt, and a load of sperm splashed down her throat. She continued sucking until she had every last drop of his come. Then she sucked him some more, until he was fully hard again. It didn't take long, she'd gotten him horny enough. Ron pulled her up, and laid her onto the desk. He placed her legs on his shoulders, and his dick at her entrance. He thrust into her, full length on the first stroke. She was already more than moist enough to take it, and let out only a moan of pleasure. Ron kept up a frantic pace, thrusting into her as fast as he could. It wasn't but a minute or so before she had her first orgasm, thrashing her head from side to side and growling like an animal. Ron kept up his plunging, trying to go even faster. Carol had orgasm after orgasm, building in intensity. Soon, Ron wasn't sure if he could keep her on the desk. During one of her relative lulls, he grabbed her up into his arms, and brought her down to the floor. Not quite as comfortable as the desk, Carol didn't even notice. She began uttering little encouragements to Ron. "Fuck me! Make me cum! Come on, stud, screw your whore!" Ron was happy to do as she asked. He renewed his thrusting, now with a different angle into her pussy. It wasn't long before she was orgasming yet again. One after another, it seemed she would never stop. Ron started to feel his own climax building, and so figured it was time to make her have "The Big One", if he could figure out how with this lady. He pummelled into her as fast as he could, then reached down with one hand and twisted her nipple. She groaned in ecstasy, but she wasn't there yet. He moved that hand down and started frigging her clit back and forth. That got her going, she was trembling all over, and bucking back onto his cock with all her strength. All of a sudden, her body froze, back arched, and she let out a long, "OOhhhhhhhhh, YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!". Her pussy was clamped down on his prick hard enough to squeeze the life out of it, but it was definitely pleasant enough to send him over the edge. He pushed in as far as he could go and held it, grunting out his own orgasm. Later, while Carol was getting dressed, Ron called Mr. Rector. "Mr. Rector? Ron Chaffey. Your wife's treatment is complete, but there was a complication. No, sir, your wife is... fine, I think I'll have to explain when you get here. Yes sir. Thank you." Mr. Rector arrived twenty minutes later. It was all Ron could do to keep Carol's hands off himself. "So, what's the problem, Ron?" Mr. Rector wanted to know. "Well, sir..." Carol had attached herself to her husband, and was openly rubbing his crotch. Mr. Rector looked at her in some surprise, then at Ron for an explanation. "This is the problem, sir. Normally this doesn't happen. Your wife is a special case, and some unusual measures were necessary. I can change her back..." "You do, and I'll ruin your reputation in this town!" Mr. Rector said with a laugh. "I don't see a problem, Ron!" "Well, sir, she's probably going to be like this 'all of the time.'" "So? Can you make it so that she won't whine and bitch when I don't want to?" "Already done, sir. That's part of the normal treatment." "Then, I don't see a problem, so long as I can make her go away when I need to do business." "Also part of the normal treatment. Well, if you're happy with things as they are, Mr. Rector, then I don't guess we have a problem. But, if at any time in the future, you wish me to make some modifications to make her... more.... controlled, just let Bill know, and there won't be any additional charge." "That's right nice of you Ron. I'll keep that in mind. This kind of makes me wish I had TWO wives!" Mr. Rector shook his hand, and left, taking Carol with him, thank God. 'Two wives? Hmmm. Let's think about that plan for a little bit more...' As spring progressed into summer, Ron sensed a feeling of unease building around the Family, but he couldn't seem to put a finger on the problem. He tried to ignore it, and devote himself to his studies. Near the end of the school year, Ron attended his own Sophomore Hop, and, as surprised no one, ran the sound system. He had learned many things since that first time, and now he could anticipate problems before they even started to arise. He wasn't much of a dancer, and he'd come alone anyway, so he just hung around the periphery of the dance floor. A slow dance came up, but Ron was looking out the door at the forming thunderclouds. They were building up to a mighty storm. Ron couldn't help feeling the same thing was happening all around him. Then he felt a hand on his arm. He turned to see Michelle. "Hi, Michelle. You look great!" "Hey, Ron. You haven't moved from this spot for the last half hour." "You're supposed to be paying attention to your date, not timing my movements." Ron chided. "I don't have a date. So, you want to dance?" Now, dancing was really the last thing Ron wanted to do, but he didn't want to hurt her feelings. "Okay, but I'm not really any good. I've got three left feet." "That's okay, it's a slow dance. You don't have to do much more than sway back and forth." She took his hand and led him out to the middle of the floor. She turned to face him, and laid her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck. He placed his arms around her, and they started to dance, more of a meandering, cumbersome walk than anything. It was more enjoyable than Ron would have guessed, just being close to someone, holding them and moving in time to the music. "Why didn't you come with a boyfriend?" Ron asked her. "Nobody interested me. Not that way, anyhow. You know, Ron, you're the closest thing I've ever had to a boyfriend." That made Ron blush. "Michelle, we've never even been out on a proper date, let alone done any of that other boy-girl stuff." Not that it might not be nice, mind you... "Well, we could fix that, couldn't we?" "What do you mean?" "I'm not much for dances, either. I came because my Mom expected me to. Why don't we ditch this place, and you take me on a walk by the lake?" "Alright." It sounded fine to Ron. He cordially despised social functions of most kinds, and had come only because he had to run the sound for them. The two teenagers exited the building and walked into the woods behind the school. It was only a short distance to the lake, for which the school had been named. No one else was around. 'I guess it's too early for that yet.' The lake was a favored spot for making out after dances and such, but the kids would normally wait until the dance was almost over. Just now, it was very peaceful here. Out of some kind of instinct, Ron took Michelle's hand. They walked for a long time, talking about a lot of things, but avoiding the really personal questions they both wanted to ask. Finally, they walked on in silence. Ultimately, Michelle couldn't stand the silence. "Ron, what do you feel toward me?" This was the kind of question they had been studiously avoiding all evening. "I don't know, Michelle. I'm really rather confused about the whole thing. Why do you ask?" "Well, I mean, you have all those women at your house. And you once told me that you loved Kumiko. How can you love them all?" "That's not hard. I love them all differently. Of course, for some, it isn't love. I don't love Jessica, for instance, or Megan. I care for them a lot, but I don't love them. Of course, Mom, and my sisters, that's different." "But what about Kumiko?" "Well, I used to think I loved her, and she used to think the same about me, but... I don't know. I guess it was just a passing infatuation or something. I mean, I still love her, I guess, but not the same way as I thought. Now, she's really just the headmistress of the house. That keeps her real busy, and I trust her to do it right, but we don't really talk much anymore. I've said more to you tonight than I've said to Kumiko all week." Ron didn't understand why Michelle squeezed his hand tighter just then. "And Karen?" "Karen is just a student. She and I have never gotten together at all. She doesn't even seem to be interested in sex, even with as much of it as goes on at my house." "What about Mrs. Hayes and Ms. Ford?" "Well, they're.... different. Again, I don't think I *love* either of them. I turn to them when I need advice, or some sort of help. They're wonderful, both of them, but I could do without them if I had to. Not that I want to, but...." He trailed off, and turned to Michelle. "Why the third degree, Michelle?" She stared off into space for a moment. 'What is she thinking? Damn, I wish I could scan her.' Protocol wouldn't allow him to do that without asking. In time, she turned to face him. "Ron, in another four weeks, I'll be leaving for CAMP, just like you did two years ago. When I come back, I'll have slaves of my own, so you've said. That's fine, for the sex and all, but what about the emotional part?" "I don't understand." "My family doesn't know anything about my Ability. They wouldn't get it, and I'm not skilled enough to make them act like your family does. You have a beautiful life. You're satisfied in all areas, physical and emotional. I guess I'm just jealous." She turned her head away before her voice broke. Ron could see the tears glinting in the moonlight. He pulled her to him, and wrapped his arms around her. "What are you trying to ask me, Mickey?" He'd never called her that before, as much as he'd wanted to, because he'd thought it made her sound too much like a little girl (or a mouse). Now it just rolled naturally off his tongue. She hugged him back when she heard it. "I need you, Ron. You're the only one I've been able to come to for help, for advice. Not just about this Thing inside my head. You've always been willing to listen to me ramble on about my problems at school, at home, or whatever." "But I've never been very helpful at finding solutions..." "You didn't have to be. You helped just by listening. Promise me that I can always come to you?" She was weeping openly now. "Of course, you can, Mickey. I'll always be here for you." She looked into his eyes, and saw the truth there. He brought his mouth onto hers, and they kissed. "Hello, may I ask who you are?" Kumiko was answered with a rough shove backwards. "Where is Nathan Chaffey?" The man demanded. "Who?" In her confusion, the name did not register with Kumiko. "Nathan Conrad Chaffey, you stupid bitch!" "What do you want with my son?" Dawn demanded from across the room. She felt herself flying against the wall, pushing over lamps and furniture as she flew. Each jolt bruised her, hurt her, but the man didn't care. She impacted the wall, breaking her arm in the process. She slumped to the floor, unconscious. Kumiko, having recovered from the initial invasion, fell back on the procedure her Master had taught her. First job, contact him. She hoped it would work. 'Master, this is Kumiko. Come quickly, there is trouble.' That was all she needed to say. Kumiko never left the house unless in the company of her Master, so he knew where she was. Next job was to look after the child. Nathan's life was more important than her own. She summoned what abilities she could from the necklace, and formed a barrier around herself. Then she ran for the stairs. The man saw her running, and sent an extension after her, but it floated around her as if she weren't there. 'What the hell? She's not a psionic! Bozhe moy!' The second man joined him from out front. They spoke in Russian. "The man is not here yet." "He will come. He must be aware the family is in danger. We must kill the child before he arrives." "Da, tovarishch." They made their way up the stairs, where the entire family was now huddled. They were in a layered defense, as Ron had taught them. Unfortunately, this put the weakest of them, his younger sister and Tammy, first on the list. They had both had a good deal of self-defense training in the last year, but Karate is no match for a psion-13 Talent with a mission. When they reached the top of the stairs, Tammy managed to knock one down with a roundhouse kick to the stomach, but Nikki missed with hers. The man still standing grabbed Nicole and threw her against the wall. He used his extension to throw Tammy down the stairs. She was knocked unconscious by the impact. Blood flowed from abrasions on her face and arms. Nikki was still conscious, and she tried another attack, but this, too, was warded off with 'kinesis. She was sent flying through a closed door, and she lay motionless on the floor of her bedroom. Jessica and Megan were the next line of defense, but they would fare no better than their predecessors. Megan wielded a large knife, but got nowheres near her target. Not being able to control the subject, one of the men controlled the knife, and attempted to plunge it into her stomach. She had enough strength to fight it off, but not before it slashed her rather badly across the abdomen. Bleeding heavily, she fainted from lack of blood. Jessica wasn't that lucky. She was carrying a baseball bat, and managed to connect, but the man had up a kinetic shield, and it bounced off him with little effect. He swung his arm and backhanded her, breaking through another door with her body. The baseball bat had stung enough to make him angry. His extension picked her up, and flung her through the outside window, shattering glass and splintering wood along the way. She was in critical condition long before she hit the ground, some 15 feet below. Sandra, Nancy, and Linda knew that their stance was useless. There was nothing they could do to stop these men. They were only buying 'time', hoping that Ron would arrive soon. Similar to their friends, the ladies fell to the power of these two men. Soon they were standing outside the door to little Nathan's room. Inside stood his last line of defense: Kumiko, with her necklace, and Karen. The K-team, they had taken to calling themselves. They feared they were not strong enough to win the day. The door splintered before the men. Karen and Kumiko prepared to do battle, and Nathan started crying. The bigger man forced a wall of pure energy at them. Kumiko and Karen were able to protect Nathan, but not the wall behind them. It fragmented into billions of tiny pieces, raining down into the yard. In the distance, thunder rolled. Ron was sitting against a tree, Michelle in his arms. They had made love here, quietly, sweetly. In a way he had known, and forgotten, the tenderness of that emotion, 'love', added unfathomable depth to the act. They were watching the storm roll in when it hit Ron. It nearly knocked him over, so strong was the message. Michelle, startled, sat up and then leaned over him. "Ron? Are you alright? Ron!" His face had grown pale, she couldn't tell with fright or anger, and she was almost afraid to know which. "What's wrong?!" Ron spoke quietly. "I have to go now. The Family needs me." "I'll go with you." She offered. "That will put you in greater danger than you need be in now, Mickey." "Let me worry about that, okay? If they're gonna come after me sooner or later, well, at least this way I get to pick the day." "Okay, thank you. Get dressed, we'll have to fly there." Michelle got dressed, and they lifted off. Michelle couldn't make herself invisible, but Ron grabbed her hand, and then they were both invisible. Flying in formation was difficult, but they managed. They arrived from behind the house, to see a missing wall, and at least one person lying on the ground. "Oh, my God..." Michelle had no words for the moment, but Ron did. "Bastards. They're going to pay for this." Karen and Kumiko had fended off the first couple of attacks, but both their strengths were failing, and they just weren't up to facing two psionics of this level. Kumiko feared that she would draw down too much on Ron's power, and so she was not as much help as she could have been. Karen was good, but she just wasn't up to the exercise. Slowly, inexorably, they were pushed toward the edge. With one mighty shove, they were over, and falling. One of the men swooped, and grabbed, and had the child. Just then, lightning flashed, and thunder rolled, but... did it? It seemed awfully close. They were standing on the grass, looking at the three people lying there on the ground. "Kill the baby, now, Comrade!" "Let that child go now, or I will pulverize your skull!" The voice was the sound of thunder, but it emanated from... everywhere. "Who speaks? What is this!" The one not holding the child flew back, and smashed into the outside wall of the house. The facade, even in back, was brick, and very painful to get smashed into. The man staggered forward, in obvious pain. The other man released the child, who started wailing and running in no particular direction. In front of the child appeared two people. He was scared at first, until he realized they were his Uncle Ron, and Miss Michelle. Michelle bent down, and Nathan ran to her. The man, remembering his mission, sent waves of energy at her, but Michelle was fresh, and better than Karen, and royally pissed off. She flicked his energy off like rain drops. "Go to hell, you bastard!" Ron, not having moved from where he had appeared, walked over to where the K-team was lying. Both looked up at him, wounded, but okay, or so they said with their eyes. He next walked over to Jessica, who wasn't moving. He bent down to look, and saw a large piece of glass run through her neck. 'NO!' Ron screamed internally, but that wasn't good enough. What came out his mouth was the kind of blood-curdling howl that horror film directors only dream about. The utter hatred and anger that bubbled out of Ron became a physical entity, rising up from his body, it took the form of a dragon, some fifteen feet tall. Ethereal, with no real substance, it could not be harmed. However, it could do fearsome damage to its enemies. "How dare you harm my Family, you cocksucking bastards!" "Yob tvoyu m'aht!" Screamed one of the Russians. "Fuck your own mother, asshole!" replied Ron, and the dragon advanced on the two men. Pure, hostile energy cannot be stopped, nor can you defend against it. The first man, the man who had already been slammed against the wall, felt Ron's wrath first. The dragon grabbed him up, and pulled him inside. The very furnaces of hell could not have been worse except for their longevity, for this man's life was not long for this world. After seconds his body burst into flames, and was consumed in a matter of moments, until not even ash remained. The remaining man, seeing this, was terrified. Ron advanced on him. "You are the one who did this!" He indicated the dead form of Jessica on the ground. The fear in the man's eyes was his answer. "Now you play the game with the big boys, asswipe!" With that, a terrible snapping was heard. That sound was immediately followed by the Russian's shriek of utter pain and holy terror, as Ron began to break every bone in the man's body, starting with his feet and hands, and working toward the center. The man's cries continued and grew in intensity as Ron cracked each vertebrae, without severing the spinal cord, since that would allow for an easement of the man's suffering. "I know you can hear me!" Ron shouted, speaking not to the man, but to whomever sent him. "Your men have failed! I will win this battle! If you can't play with the big boys, get off the goddamned field!" And, with that pronouncement, the man's skull shattered, fragmenting into pieces small enough that a microscope would be needed to see them. Lifeless, what remained of his body slumped to the ground. The dragon, as terrifying as it had been, dissipated instantly. The trouble gone, now was not the time for rage, but the time for concern. His Family needed him now. It was several weeks later, and school was out. The eerie feeling still surrounded his Family. He couldn't place it, just couldn't figure it out. Then, one day, the question answered itself. Kumiko knocked on his office door. "Master? Are you busy?" "Not really, Kumiko. What is it?" She came fully into the room, followed by Dawn. Dawn was a little the worse for wear. She still had her arm in a cast, and some of the bruises were still visible, though they were fading. She sat down in the chair, lifeless and limp. She hadn't been the same since that night. Nobody had, and it pissed Ron off that he couldn't fix this. "What's up, guys?" There was no easy way to say what needed saying, and so, Dawn couldn't bring herself to say anything at all. Kumiko stood besider her, trying to give her encouragement and strength. Finally, she muttered something, but Ron couldn't make it out. "What? I can't hear you. Dawn, what the hell is the matter?" Ron was still a bit testy, as he had yet to come to terms with his losses in the battle. Jessica was a devastating blow, but she was not the only casualty. Nancy was still in the hospital, not yet recovered from the damage done. Megan had almost died from lack of blood, had she not gotten to a hospital when she did, she would have died most surely. Not a single Family member except him had escaped unscathed from this battle, and he was still angry that he had, 'again', failed to protect them. Dawn shook her head, and apparently came to a decision. She straightened her shoulders and said, "Ron, I want to leave." "Huh? You came in here-" "Not the room. I want to leave this house. I want to leave the family. It's time for me to move out on my own. I can't live like this, not knowing what's going to happen to Nathan from day to day. The people who are after you are dangerous, Ron. They almost killed my son! I don't want to raise him in this atmosphere." Ron sat in stunned silence. He'd already lost one Family member, with one more still in the hospital, and here were two more trying to run away from him. "No." That was all he could utter. Dawn stiffened, but Kumiko, wise young woman that she was, had been expecting this. "Master, may I speak?" Ron nodded, and she did, for almost a half hour, which was the longest she had ever spoken in one setting. In the end, it was her love of the family that won out. "Very well, I know you're right Kumiko, but that doesn't make it any easier. Dawn, you may leave, and you can take Nathan with you BUT..." Dawn stiffened again, not knowing what was coming. "You may NOT tell him about his uncle until he is at least fourteen. If you choose to leave now, there will be no personal contact between you and the rest of the Family, ever." He hoped this would dissuade her, because he really didn't want her to go. She sat for perhaps a minute, maybe more, and then nodded her head. "Very well, Ron. If that's how you want it. I'm sorry, I just can't live here anymore." "I will find you an apartment, and I will pay the bills for a year. After that, you're on your own. You're a high-school graduate, and you could probably go to college if you so chose. If you do, I will pay for it. Otherwise, I'd advise you to get a job. Good-bye, Dawn. Never forget that your brother loves you." He came around and gave her a kiss, and a hug. He whispered some instructions to Kumiko, and then he left. He found Michelle out in the woods behind his house. He had been looking for her for about twenty minutes. "Here you are." Ron slumped down beside her. "Looking for me?" She asked. She wasn't feeling wonderful about herself, either. 'Lot of good I did for my friend.' Ron had never blamed her, but that only made it worse. "Dawn's leaving." That brought her around a bit. "What? Where's she going?" "I don't know. She says she can't stay here anymore. She's taking Nathan with her." "Oh, Ron, I'm so sorry." And she was. She reached out to him, and he hugged her tightly. Then her own tears started, for her own ills and fears, and in sympathy for a friend who was hurting. They wept together for some time, until, as if their tears were washing away the hurt, there just wasn't any emotion left. But nature abhors a vacuum, and such a void must be filled with *something*. Ron looked into Michelle's eyes, and then kissed her warmly. She responded, and then he laid her back onto the ground. The ground here was covered with pine needles, and so made a fairly soft thicket. Ron continued his kisses, while he moved his hand to caress her breasts. Tenderly he massaged them, kneading first one and then the other, back and forth for a long time. Michelle was massaging his back, rubbing her hands up and down. Then they each started pulling at the other's shirt. Soon, they were both barechested. Still kissing, but with more passion, they were working at each other's jeans. In their heat, they managed to get them off without tearing them apart. Ron sat up, and pulled her to him. She was sitting in his lap, his cock nestled between them. She ground her pubes in tight circles to arouse him further. Sensing his readiness, and her own, she lifted herself up, and he positioned his cock at her entrance. Slowly she lowered herself down onto his shaft. It was a wonderful feeling, being filled by his hard, throbbing manhood, the cock of a man she could trust. It is a unique feeling, the one of complete and utter trust in another human being, and rare. She trusted Ron, and so the feeling was intensified. She rode his cock for all she was worth. As her legs tired, they switched positions, so he was on top. He pushed into her at a feverish pace. They were both in heaven. The emotions they had both tied up inside were releasing themselves. They had poured out their hearts to each other, and now they were giving of their bodies. Their forms melded together as if they became one organic unit, undulating back and forth. Soon, they both started to reach their peak. Their bodies were so in tune with each other that their breathing and heart rate had synced. Ron pushed, and Michelle pushed, Ron moaned, and Michelle mewled. Ron grunted, and Michelle shrieked. Faster, faster, higher, higher they went, until finally, in utter pleasure, they both came, grunting and moaning and panting and sweating and spasming, until they were both completely exhausted. There they lay, in each other's arms, and slept. End Part 3 -- CJ I don't write any stories. 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