Oops! Part Deux
By Ivan the Terror
WORK IN PROGRESS
Codes: MFf+, mc, m-dom, inc
It was early July when a group of people stopped by asking for me. Arial was a little confused, she was used to groups of Alphas making pilgrimages, and these people were not doing that. They finally identified themselves as the head coaches of the national swim team plus the officials from the U.S. Olympic committee.
Ariel had everyone get dressed in a panic as she buzzed them in. Dawn came running back to where I was working out in the pool and said, “Kris! The Olympic committee is here to see you!” She was all excited. Sandy immediately started squealing along with Dawn and bouncing about. Fortunately she was already dressed since we had long ago determined that being naked while coaching was too distracting, for both of us. I was also wearing my Speedos so I didn’t flop about as much while swimming.
I told Dawn, “Honey, could you send them back here to the workout pool?” As Dawn ran off I was thinking a mile a minute. Why were they here? I didn’t qualify since this was an Olympic year and I hadn’t completed in a recognized national event.
The group filed in a minute later. One guy looked around and commented, “Nice setup.” The one woman in the group was too busy eyeing my pecks to look around.
The whole bunch looked a bit embarrassed. I wondered what had happened. I could take a peek, but I was determined not to do that unless it was absolutely necessary. I considered it a bit unethical. Instead I asked, “How can I help you folks?”
The guy in the middle, who was older than the rest and had gray hair stepped forward and shook my hand. “Hello, I am Dan Fisher, head of the US national swim team, and these are officials from the International Olympic Committee. We apologize for the intrusion, but we have a situation that you may be able to help us with.” He hesitated.
To give him encouragement, I said, “Uh huh.”
That got him going, “Three days ago, all of the US Olympic swim team were disqualified except for one person.”
“Wow. How did that happen? Were they juicing?”
“In a way, yes. It seems that a coach was bribed to slip enhancers into their vitamin drinks. Even if they didn’t know about it, they are disqualified. There is no way they can work it out of their systems in the two weeks remaining until the Olympics. It takes a minimum of four months to get that compound flushed.”
“Damn... I wish I could help you, but I haven’t competed in a nationally recognized meet.”
“We are having emergency trials this Friday; we would like you to compete in them for a position on the team. If you are interested...”
“Are you serious? Of course I am.”
“Then we have to have three things, a quick interview, a blood sample, and the officials here need to make sure you qualify for the meet. Quite frankly, they don’t believe the record you set at your high school meet and want to see you swim with their own eyes.”
“I don’t see any problems with that. Can we use this pool which is regulation 25 meters, or do we need to head to the high school to use their pool since it is certified?”
“Good question.” He turned to the others and they spent several minutes arguing. He turned back, “We have to measure the length, but this pool will do.”
While the woman pulled out a med kit and took a blood sample, the guys measured the length of the pool with a tape measure that was in one of the briefcases. Fisher went over to Sandy and said, “I don’t know if you remember me, I have worked with your father many times.”
“Of course I do.” The two of them started talking about old times.
The guys eventually decided that the pool was of proper length, so I got up on the block and waited. They all took out stopwatches and a starter pistol from another briefcase.
I bent over and grabbed the edge of the block. Bang! I was off. I was a little pissed at their disbelief, so I swam full out. I managed to do the 100 meters in 38.92 seconds, four seconds faster than the record I set in December, six seconds faster than the previous record. Every one of their jaws were on the floor.
The guys got out the tape measure and double checked the length. Dan Fisher was grinning like crazy. “Provided the blood sample is normal, I will see you two days from now, this Thursday, in Boston.”
Sandy was doing a little private dance off to the side.
I arrived in Boston Thursday morning. With me were Sandy, Tami, Karen, Carla and Alicia. Carla was covering the event for her station, and Alicia was security.
We deliberately didn’t bring a big crowd to this meet, but the girls were working on a chartered plane for the Olympics down in Rio and getting passports for everyone. We already had reserved an entire hotel floor and suite in a hotel on the Copacabana.
We took the shuttle bus to the rental car place where Alicia had a big black SUV reserved. Carla and her cameraman were picked up by the local affiliate station.
The Olympic pool had been moved to Boston after the 2012 trials. It was quite impressive. A 50 meter stainless steel pool, it was beautiful. As my coach, Sandy was the only one allowed in the pool area with me. All the rest of the girls found front row seats in the stands. There were a lot of reporters around, including Carla. The story of what had happened had got out and it was a major story.
I did laps for a few hours, not really exerting myself too much, just getting used to the long pool. Since I couldn’t kick off from a flip turn at 25 meters, my times were slightly slower. I supposed that was why short pool and long pool times were recorded separately.
There were several very pretty girls competing. Apparently, the women’s team was just as decimated by the poisoning as the men’s. I was tempted, but held back, for now.
Dan Fisher sat to the side and just watched all of us in the water. He was watching everyone with a serious eye. I could see why. He had only one swimmer left that hadn’t been poisoned, and that only because he liked Gatorade better than the standard Electrolyte mix. Dan was between a rock and a hard place, needing to build a team in a week for the Olympics. I couldn’t imagine how upset the original team members were. I just hope that they didn’t take it out on their replacements.
We headed back to the hotel room. I had a suite at some hotel; we got there and went in. All four of my girls where lined up there on their knees, thrusting their bare asses back and nips forward. Alicia scrambled over, pulled off her clothes, and joined them. Now that was a sight to behold. Five perfect girls, all lined up for me.
I went down the line tweaking perfect nipples and watching them all groan in delight. Going behind, I went back up the line bending them over giving each of them a cream pie and leaving them all unconscious and drooling. Even Alicia, who I am sure was going to be upset that she passed out on the job.
Just as I was spurting deep into Alicia, my cell chimed. I laid her down with her sisters and went over and checked it out. It was the schedule for tomorrow. Fisher had me in the 100 meter freestyle (of course), 50 meter, 200 meter, 400 meter, 1500 meter, and the 100 and 200 meter butterfly. Good, it seemed that he had listened when I said that I was terrible at the breaststroke. Before and after the meet I had to give blood samples and piss in a cup. They were taking no chances.
Sandy, who had been on the other end, was coming around, so I sat down with her on my lap and we went over the schedule. She commented, “You know that you are the only swimmer that hasn’t shaved off all your body hair, don’t you?” She was stroking my chest hair as she said that.
“Is that a problem?”
“No, but people will notice.”
“Let them.” I traced a circle around her delectable nipple in payback for the chest rub.
She bit her lip and gasped, “Master, I love you so much it hurts!”
Since it was Thursday, which meant that nothing was on TV, so I stroked her to ten more orgasms, fucked her to two more, then pulled Karen into bed and went to sleep.
The next day was going to be a long one, so I deliberately slept in a bit, getting up around nine. The meet started at ten thirty, so we got dressed and headed over to the pool, stopping at McD’s to grab a breakfast burrito.
I changed and dived in for a warm-up lap. My girls found good seats in the family section. The rest of the place was packed. What surprised me were the dozens of people waving “Kris” signs. Most of them girls with “I Love You” and “Te Amo” on the signs as well. I saw Carla interviewing a gaggle of them. I sent, %Hey Carla, what’s with all the fans? I didn’t realize we had told anyone I was going to be here.%
%Apparently they released a list of participants a few days ago. Almost all of these fans roadtripped to get here.%
%Wow, cool. I am going to wave to them, so make sure your cameraman gets the shot you want.%
%Thanks, Master.%
%I love you, you know.%
%Oh, I love you too. So much that it hurts.%
I waited ten seconds, and then I stood up and waved to the crowd full of fans. They went nuts, yelling and screaming.
Karen popped in with some mental laughter, %Wow, and I thought I was a fan.%
Everyone was waved out so the trials could commence. Dan Fisher commented, “Geez, you have a big crowd.”
I said, “I just brought five people, you were the one who released my name.”
“These are all spontaneous fans?”
“Yes. I am well known back home.”
“Wow, I believe it.”
I got in line for the blood check. After taking a tube, I went and stood with the rest of the hopefuls. With us, I suppose for moral support, were the disqualified normal team members. There was one girl there, a drop dead gorgeous redhead that I couldn’t resist. I slipped into her mind and took a look. Wow, she was pissed. Her whole life’s work, gone in an instant. And now she couldn’t even go to Rio. I read a little deeper on that one. It turned out that because of the cost of the meet to build a new team, the coach was forced to announce that the team couldn’t afford to take all the disqualified swimmers. She was upset more for her family than for herself. Her parents and sisters were looking forward to going. At least her boyfriend wasn’t the issue; the jerk dumped her when she got disqualified. I liked this girl. She kept a nice front while she was seething inside.
I went over to her and said, “Hello.”
She smiled, “Hello back.”
“I heard about the announcement this morning.”
“Really? Yeah, it sucks.”
“Make you a deal, come as my assistant coach and I will pay your way to Rio. Bring four of your friends too.” The team was originally paying for four tickets. She was going to bring her parents and cute sister, now she would have to find a former teammate to take too since her boyfriend dumped her. I could feel the gears turning. This also potentially launch her in the career she wanted.
“Are you kidding?” Her eyes got big.
“No. I just have to get this meet out of the way first.”
“You are sure of yourself. Who are you anyway?”
“Kris Stevens.”
“The guy who just set the world record for the short pool 100 meter?”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“You have a deal.” She shook my hand. “I’m Deidre McCreedy, former U.S. Olympic swim team. Thank you very much.” Internally she calmed way down, and was just slightly angry. It was being overwhelmed by excitement.
“If you want, head over and talk to my coach, Sandy.” I pointed her out.
“You mean Sandy Reed? I’ve known her for years.” Her level of excitement went up even higher. She couldn’t hold back any longer; she squealed and bounced a bit.
Then the other swimmers and I had to get ready. Since I was in pretty much everything, I was in the first event. She gave my rear a pat and said, “Go get in your lane, handsome.” She headed over to Sandy as I walked out to the block.
I nodded to the other guys in a silent good luck. Most of them nodded back. Only one was an asshole and didn’t nod. He just frowned slightly, glared, and turned to his block.
I mounted, then the horn went off. I swam full out. I hit the wall at 44.92s. Another record. Unfortunately the jerk got second with 47.35s.
I set six more records that day. One for the 200m butterfly at 1:44.73s.
At the end of the day, Fisher announced the new members of the 2016 U.S. Olympic Swim team. Almost everyone made it, including the asshole. Deidre was slap happy. She was an “assistant personal trainer” to Sandy’s “personal trainer”. For the Olympics, Fisher was my coach.
Fisher announced, “Celebrate tonight, because the next five days, this Sunday through Thursday, we will be working our tails off.”
We headed back to the hotel. Deidre was on the phone excitedly telling her family that they were going to Rio after all. Apparently her sister was on the line because I heard the squeals from ten feet away. I had assumed that she would bring a former teammate, but she told her sister to bring a friend.
I sent out to Carla, after she had interviewed me for the camera, %Tell your sisters that we will start with a normal party, clothes on, and get rowdy later. We don’t want to scare off Deidre.%
Carla giggled mentally, %Yes, Master.%
I needn’t have worried. Deidre was very precocious, like her security guard namesake. She cornered me and had me buried in her hard tight quim in no time. As she orgasmed on my hard 11 inches, I programmed in my full list. Like was becoming more and more common, I didn’t have to change much, mostly just add the show-off clause; then let it all burn in with her orgasm as she convulsed in my lap. One thing was interesting, she was a swimmer and had had all her body hair removed by laser long before.
As Deidre passed out in ecstasy, I laid her to the side and took each of my girls, leaving them all drooling with large cream pies.
Sandy, Deidre and Alicia stayed for hell week, but I shooed the rest of the girls home to pack for Rio. We practiced twice a day, four hours each time. Even I was exhausted. I can’t imagine how the other swimmers did it.
On the 27th, we headed out for Rio. Sandy and Deidre flew back home to go on the charter flight down to Rio. Alicia managed to get a ticket on my plane; maybe it was standard since a few of the other team members also had bodyguards.
Rio was a beautiful city. A lot of the rundown parts had been cleaned up for the Olympics, and the Corcovado was freshly sandblasted. I had a room at the Olympic village, but had also rented a floor on the Copacabana. The girls were probably already there.
When I took a taxi to the hotel and got out, the hotel manager himself was there to greet me. He had the official photo from the Olympic website, and as soon as I got out of the cab, he was there ordering all the bellhops to get my luggage (I had my one duffel) and asking if I needed anything. The guy was a bit greasy, like a used car salesman. I just told him I wanted to get to my room and see the rest of my entourage. He showed me to a private elevator and I was whisked up to the top floor penthouse. Apparently the girls got me that while they booked the entire next floor down. No wonder the manager was so eager to please. We must have been spending $20K a night. The two weeks I was to be here would add up to over a quarter million dollars.
As I got off the elevator I was swarmed by beautiful naked women. I spent the next half hour just reveling in it. I was able to get most of them passed out and drooling.
I left the bevy of hotties snoozing in the living room while I explored the suite. Not bad. I went out by the private pool and about keeled over from the heat. I sure hope that the Olympic areas were air conditioned.
There was a hotel limo, but Alicia had a SUV waiting. I had it head over for the team meeting back at the Olympic village. The meeting was primarily to tell us the practice schedule for the next day and the opening ceremony march on the day after that. Sandy and Deidre were to march in with us as well. I think Deidre was admitted simply for political reasons, but she didn’t care, she got to march in to the Olympic stadium along with the team.
That evening we relaxed. The next morning I had practice at 10 am. Since there were over a dozen contenders in swimming, we didn’t get much time to practice, two lanes for two hours. We did some laps, but didn’t stress ourselves. As we were leaving the pool area the Chinese came in; the news had confirmed that the Chinese were responsible for the poisonings. The whole pool area went silent. All you could hear were the swimmers in the pool. The Chinese team, except for the coaches, all looked confused. It was easy to see that the swimmers and divers themselves had no idea what was going on.
I decided to rectify that situation. I told Sandy that I was going to be a few hours, and then I sat and watched the Chinese swimmers, who were getting more and more confused. No one would talk to them. Whenever one of them tried, the person would turn or walk away.
One of the younger female swimmers finally couldn’t take it anymore. She got out of the water and sat on the side bench, silently crying. She was ignored by the rest of the team who were frantically practicing. I went down and sat down next to her, copying her knowledge of Mandarin Chinese.
“What is wrong?” I asked in Chinese.
Startled, she looked up at me. She sniffled, then whispered, “Everyone is being so mean. Why?”
Playing it up I asked, “You mean that you don’t know?”
She looked at me directly and said, “Know what?”
“Your coach bribed a U.S. coach to put steroids into the team drinks, disqualifying the entire team, boys and girls. Over 40 swimmers were disqualified. I and the team that are here are the backups.”
Her eyes went big. “I don’t believe you.”
“Believe what you want. But that is why everyone is ignoring you.”
I could see it bouncing around in her mind. She looked around started to get angry. At her coach. She got up and dived in the water. She whispered into a couple of ears. They whispered into some more. Soon the entire team was just standing there, glaring at their coaches. The coaches were yelling and shouting, beet red from anger. They couldn’t figure out why their swimmers weren’t swimming. A minute later the men’s team also had stopped and they were just standing in the water glaring. The media had caught on, goosed a little by Cathy who knew what I had done. The whole pool area went silent again, except for the shouting Chinese coaches. The media moved in, the camera covering the blocks was shouldered and taken over for a close-up. The captains of both the men’s and women’s teams got out of the water, and on international television, they walked over to the head coach and the men’s captain asked, in English, “Coach, did you poison the American team?”
In Chinese the coach shouted, “Get back in the water!” The other coaches went silent, their heads hanging.
Again, the men’s captain asked, “Did you poison the American team?”
The coach didn’t answer, but started sputtering.
The men’s captain turned to the political officer (always present at foreign events) and said, still in English, “Any event where this coach or his staff are present will be forfeited by the team.”
The political officer bowed and said, “Understood.”
The entire Chinese team got up and marched out, halfway to the door, I started clapping, within seconds the entire room was clapping as the team walked out of the pool area.
After they left, the political officer said something to the coaches, who were all hanging their heads except for the head coach who was still sputtering, and then hurried after the team, frantically dialing his cell phone. The news crews practically peed in their pants over the story. Talking heads all over the planet discussed the possibility of China’s swim team dropping out. It was the front page story around the world.
The next day, as we lined up to march into the stadium for the opening ceremonies, the entire Chinese team marched over to us. There were cameras everywhere.
They collectively bowed to us. They stayed that way as the men’s team captain said, “We apologize.”
Dan Fisher stepped forward. “We gladly accept your apology. We don’t feel that it is your fault, but the fault of your coaches, and ask that you stay and compete.”
They all straightened up. “Thank you. We will do so. As of this morning we have a new coach.” They shook hands, and then went to get in the parade.
We heard later that day that the previous Chinese coaches had been arrested and taken back to China in handcuffs. The political officer got promoted for his superb management of an international incident, making China come out looking good in a very bad situation.
I couldn’t believe it as I marched into the Olympic stadium in my Team USA jacket, waving at the cheering crowds. It felt like a dream. As we took the position the field director put us in, I expected it to be long and boring, but it was over before I knew it.
There were a lot of super hot women there, but I was pretty much maxed out on my female entourage unless I came across one I just had to have. I also didn’t want to take chances with STDs, which are common in Brazil. Some of the other athletes on the other hand were guaranteed to be free from any STDs. At least any hottie from any first world country would be clean.
I was a bit of a celebrity. Besides my popularity from the Alpha church, which brought in thousands of people to Rio from the America, Asia and Northeast Africa; when I kept beating the world records the media fell in love with me and trailed me like paparazzi. It was annoying, I couldn’t take off on my own; people tailed and recognized me everywhere.
One evening, while there were still several hours of daylight, I snuck out of the hotel in the middle of a group of my girls dressed in string bikinis. Everyone was so intent on watching them that they didn’t even notice me in the middle of the pack with a baseball cap and sunglasses.
The beach was beautiful. There was a notice in our rooms that the beach had been cleaned up from all the dumped medical waste so it was safe to go into the water. That was a bit scary, so we avoided the water anyway. The girls laid out beach towels then pulled off their tops and laid back to get some rays. I admired them for a minute, and then went to get a shaved ice from a vendor on Atlântica Avenue, which backed the beach.
On the way back I saw a group of guys pestering the girls, but felt no anger or fear from the girls, just bemusement. Then one of the guys stepped forward and said something, and the bemusement turned to annoyance. I hurried up. The guy said something again, just as I got close enough to hear Tami’s response. “Sorry, buster, but like I said, we are all happily attached. Look, but don’t touch.” Ah, the show-off clause. That explained why the girls were happy to lie there with just a thong. I bet the more guys there drooling the more they would enjoy it. But they knew that their pussies belonged to me.
It wasn’t long before the crowd grew. I heard one guy comment, “You gotta love Rio.” Emboldened, a lot of other girls followed my girls’ example. It was a wonderful sight to behold. And almost as wonderful was that nobody recognized me, they were all too distracted.
There was one hottie that joined in that was as beautiful as Alicia. I went over to her and did a quick scan, name of Eliana, disease free as far as she knew. I said, “Hi! I’m Kris. What’s your name?”
“Sophie. Now leave me alone or my boyfriend will hurt you.”
That whole sentence was a lie. If she wasn’t so snotty, I could understand. But her attitude left a lot to be desired. Not worth it. I went over on the other side of my girls.
Karen was next to her and commented, “I can’t believe you just did that.”
“Did what?”
“Lied to Kris.”
“What of it? Another muscle jock to get rid of.”
“You fool. That was Kris Stevens, the Olympic swimmer.”
“The one that has been winning all the medals?”
“The very same.”
“Merde!”
I could feel her consternation almost radiating from her. Both Karen and I smiled.
Back at the races, even with the pincushion that they made out of my arm taking tests, I won six medals. I would have won more, but I felt it was bad karma to win everything. The other person I had to keep away from was the teammate with the bad attitude. He still refused to be pleasant with anyone.
Later that evening I was heading back from the can when I saw Abida sitting staring out the window crying. I quickly connected to see what was wrong. The Master is so wonderful, being here is so wonderful. I love Master so much... She sighed happily. I relaxed, but got to thinking.
I sat down on the couch, and then linked in with Wendy back home. It was amazing how easy it was, even halfway around the planet. I examined her thoughts and everything was going well back home. The shelter was understaffed, and Wendy was upset that she couldn’t go to Rio, otherwise all was kosher. I sent her the idea to recruit some of the Alpha Collared girls and some of the Alpha Seniors. Wendy immediately called her twin Natalie on the phone and the two of them started planning.
I mounted my medals in a glass case in the lobby of the Alpha building. One thing, I didn’t have to worry about getting pictures of me anymore, there were more than I could count of me in my Speedos down in Rio. It seemed that every phone owned by a female at Alpha had a different picture of me as the desktop.
There were a lot of new girls and a few new guys at Alpha, all latching on to me because of my sports fame. They moved into the area because I was there, and, following me, ended up at Alpha. Being weak minded they joined instantly. Yet another set of fanatics.
Locally, we were up to close to 100,000 Alpha Novices, 45,000 Juniors, 56 High Juniors, 157 Seniors, and 41 Collared. Internationally, there were over a million Novices, several million Juniors, and close to 50,000 High Juniors. We had become a real religion.
And it scared me shitless. I suppose Joe Smith, Marty Luther, Jake Ammann, and Jonnie Calvin all had feelings like this, or at least I hope they did.
I was going to have to do something soon. Alpha was growing unbelievably fast in North East Africa, and I was really worried what would happen when it hit the ISIL nutcases in Syria or the Taliban in Iraq and Afghanistan. I could only hope that it worked like it did in the Sudan, Somalia and Ethiopia. Those countries were at peace for the first time in a thousand years. I wished with all my might that ISIL and the Taliban would disappear. I seriously debated interfering, but was extremely leery of a backfire.
Sandy was really busy being a nurse, the ladies were dropping kids like they were dishes in a roadside greasy spoon. Debbie, Yoshi and Ariel all had beautiful little girls, followed a few weeks later by Carlie and Dawn who had a girl and boy. Sarah, Jasmine and Tanisha were all due very soon. Sarah and Tanisha were slap-happy constantly all day. They were all happy, but those two took it to an entirely new level. I had thought they were fanatical, but being nine months pregnant really amped it up higher, which I hadn’t thought possible. They would freeze, sigh, and grunt in orgasm at least once an hour. The two of them would have services twice a day, morning and evening. At all other times they would have impromptu prayer services, and somehow would have at least a dozen kneeling and praying. The main services would have hundreds.
Sarah and Abida had both graduated, but still held morning services for the school kids, we had four busses of kids heading over to the middle and high schools every morning from Alpha. Most of those kids jogged to the Alpha building, some for miles, to attend the morning service. Sarah and Abida even had to tell them not to do it on one day in late October when we got 20” of snow. They actually told them the day before, based on the forecast, but we still got 28 kids showing up, all girls. There were whiteout conditions and school was closed; so when the power went out, Sarah and Abida packed them into SUVs and took them all back to the house.
I found out about it when I left my room and headed into the atrium. I froze in the doorway, stepping back before anyone saw me. Kneeling across the room in the standard position were 28 pretty girls, none of which I had seen before. Standing next to the row were Sarah and Abida like drill sergeants, telling girls to “be proud” and thrust their chest and asses out, telling one girl she needed to remove her bush, and to be at the monthly hair removal clinic held at Alpha next week. Abida started a litany on how they all needed to be “good enough” for the prophet, how they needed to be sexy as well as smart.
One girl, who was as gorgeous as Sarah, started crying. Sarah waddled over and hugged her. She bawled, “But my grades are so bad!”
Sarah stroked her hair and said, “Shh, shh. Remember Traci, we are sisters in the church. Bring your problems to us and we will work together to solve them. You have thousands of sisters who would gladly tutor you.”
“Sniff, sniff, I am just so afraid that Master will not accept me.” The other girls were swarmed around her hugging and soothing her.
Abida said, “Traci, it isn’t just being smart, it is acting smart. If you try your hardest, that is all the Prophet can ask of you.”
I decided to check on this. I slid into Traci’s thoughts and checked her out. She had been studying hours every evening, exercising to the point of exhaustion, followed by masturbating herself to sleep dreaming of me. She was doing hours upon hours of volunteer work on weekends. Half of her problem was that she was studying, exercising and working so much that she didn’t get much sleep. She was completely dedicated to Alpha, with hourly prayer and dedication to me. She was a Junior in the church, and dreamed of eventually being Senior, then working up to being collared in some nebulous future.
I stepped around the corner. Everyone gasped and hung their heads except for Sarah and Abida, and they all surreptitiously stared at my cock. I went over to where Sarah was still hugging Traci. “Traci.”
She quivered in excitement and a little fear. I took her chin and looked her directly in the eyes. “Abida is right, as usual.” Abida got big eyes at that. I went on, “As long as you try your hardest, I am proud of you.” Tears were streaming even harder down her cheeks. These were tears of happiness this time. I kissed her lips and then moved on down the row, inspecting the troops as Traci happily collapsed unconscious to the floor.
I got to one girl, tight hot body with cute nose and blonde hair, she appeared as an acolyte, but I could read that it was all an act. I asked, “Alice, if you don’t believe in Alpha, why are you here?”
No outward change, but she was panicking inside. She said, “I don’t understand, Master.” She was completely egocentric like Sarah had been, but was hiding it.
I waved Sarah over. “Sarah, Alice here is like you were. What do you think we should do?”
Sarah immediately got serious and exclaimed, “Damn!” She thought for a minute, “Do you think my solution would work? It is a bit drastic, but it is either that or to kick her out.”
Alice was getting panicky. She didn’t understand what was going on. “Hey, what do you mean, ‘solution’?”
Sarah gave her a disgusted look. “You’ve been lying to us. You haven’t taken Alpha into your heart. You are a lying, manipulative bitch like I used to be. I was going to recommend banning you from Alpha, but now I think I will recommend that Master fixes you, for your own good.” Sarah turned to me and asked, “Master, I think she needs my solution.”
“Are you sure, Sarah? Like you said, it is pretty drastic.”
“Yes, Master. I have heard things about her, but I thought we were done with them, that she was over it. I was wrong. As someone who has gone through the process, I think she really needs it. I was not happy before, and the solution was a bit confusing for a while, but now I am always happy and have many friends and a place in the world.”
I was really fascinated with her viewpoint on what happened, I made a mental note to talk to her about it later. We had to take care of this first.
“Okay, Sarah, take her to the living room.” Sarah took Alice’s arm and marched her away. I continued going down the line until I reached the end, then turned and hugged Abida, saying, “Very nice training. Why don’t you have Ariel make up some pizzas and have a party.” I gave her beautiful ass a big squeeze.
Abida gasped, “Thank you.”
I turned and went into the living room where Sarah and Alice were waiting. I took a look at what Sarah was thinking. Besides being a bit pissed at Alice, she truly thought that a personality overhaul would be good for Alice. Alice was a bit scared, but she felt that whatever this ‘solution’ was, she needed to do it to stay with her girlfriends, even if she had to do something with this turkey.
Really practiced at it now, I dove into her mind, taking the “ego, dad, mom, Alpha, Kris” and rewiring things to “Kris, Alpha, ego, dad, mom”, putting in a redirect similar to Sarah’s. I then repeatedly rammed in my full list until she convulsed as her brain patterns snapped into place with the new configuration and locked down.
After a few minutes recovering, Alice opened her eyes, saw me, and then jumped up into the kneeling position and started bawling. “Master, please forgive me! I didn’t understand.” She sobbed.
Sarah was even more in awe of Master’s power. Even with her belly she still had a small orgasm watching him.
I said, “Sarah, take Alice and train her to be a real girl, like Tanisha had to do with you.”
“Yes, Master.”
“She has been fucking her dad, so make sure she gets tested.”
“Yes, Master.”
“And her mother is a real bossy harpy with nasty ideas, so make sure she doesn’t get cuckolded into obeying her mom again.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Sarah, you are so wonderful.” I caressed her cheek as she collapsed in a massive orgasm. That was always fun. I looked at Alice and growled at her, “Get over here and help your sister.” She scrambled over to help Sarah. No promotions there, she really had to learn to help her sisters without prompting. That is what Sarah’s training would hopefully do.
I turned and went back to my snow day party. The party was mostly eye candy, I really couldn’t do anything about the group of hotties until they were Seniors in Alpha.
In mid-December, Tanisha was cuddling with her sisters and me while nursing Aikira when she said, “Master, there is a group of Novices that came in this morning that I am worried about. I can’t say why, but something is off.”
Sarah looked up from nursing her daughter Erin and commented, “I agree, something is off. We think you or Karen should take a look.”
Karen didn’t say anything as she had her mouth full of me, but she made a acknowledgement noise. I didn’t pay much attention after that, Karen was very good at cocksucking, in a league of her own. She had taken the knowledge transferred from Tami and increased upon it seven fold. I was soon spurting down her throat as she had repeated orgasms.
The next morning I jogged up the hill to Alpha, Deidre and MM right next to me. We went in the front door, I waved to the security monitor, knowing that Hari was probably on duty. At the desk was a very pretty girl, probably 18 since everyone else was in school. She was blonde and very beautiful, especially in the mini and suspenders outfit that the desk ladies loved to wear. She gasped, “Master!”, bit her lip, then gasped again in orgasm. She recovered fairly fast and blinked up at me, then exclaimed, “Master!” again, followed by, “We have two alerts today; Jess Carmichal came in a few minutes ago, and the group that Tanisha was worried about came in about an hour ago.”
“Good work!” She gasped and shuddered in orgasm. I tweaked her nipple as I gave her a big kiss, she started orgasming over and over, nearly falling out of the chair. Deidre and MM were grinning, they loved it when I helped a sister. After she recovered a bit, I asked, “Which way did Jess go?” She managed to point toward the main room. I said, “Thanks!” and she gasped again, passing out in her chair. I knew she’d be okay, Hari would be watching from the security office.
I headed around back, coming out behind the two story portrait of me, like usual. Waiting for me was Jess. “Hello Kris!” she exclaimed.
“Welcome back. So what brings you to us again?”
“Official business. I was sent to follow another cult, one that has been around for a while. Kind of a punishment for messing up here last time. I really wanted to get assigned locally, but no luck. Anyway, we discovered that an order was issued to infiltrate and take you out. Since I had experience with you guys, they sent me to talk to you.” She hugged her hot body against me tightly, sighing with her eyes shut, “Damn, I miss you.”
Deidre was standing there and asked with a worried look, “Jess, long time no see. Tanisha, who runs this Alpha center, told us that there was a group she was worried about. Came in yesterday?”
“Yeah. They aren’t the brightest, being Scientologists. I can see why you saw through them. They are smart enough to realize that the reason their new member recruitment, which is necessary since the whole religion is a mafia-like Ponzi scheme, has fallen to almost nothing, is that all their potential candidates are turning to Alpha instead.”
I thought for a moment, enjoying Jess hugging me. I asked, “So you were sent to warn us?”
“Yes.”
“Wow, thank you.”
“Yeah, if I had known Deidre was here, I wouldn’t have worried so much.”
Deidre smiled and said, “Thanks. By the way, this is MM here. I have worked with her on several ops.”
“MM? I heard about you taking out that IED in Fallujah. Nice job.”
MM blushed and said, “Thanks.”
Jess said, “I was sent here to keep an eye on you, but I think the best idea is to coordinate with Deidre here.” She suddenly started bawling into my chest. “Damn, I love you so much it hurts.”
I looked up at the other two, “Shall we take her as a sister?”
Deidre said, “That would be wonderful! The only problem I see is that she works on the other side of the country.”
Jess sniffled and said, “I got myself reassigned to the local office here.”
I kissed her hard, and she quivered in orgasm and kept doing so over and over. I went in to her open mind and wrote both my full list. She orgasmed harder, gasping, “OMG, OMG, OMG...” over and over.
Carla and Karen immediately said, %A new sister!% Carla asked, %Ceremony tonight?%
%At home, yes.%
Karen exclaimed, %Cool!%
MM and Deidre smiled. As she flipped out her phone, MM said, “I’ll call Ariel.”
As MM talked to Ariel about Jesses’ ceremony, I reached out and called the nearest infiltrator to us. A beautiful redhead came around the curtain and sat down on the bench that Tanisha had put there for me.
I sat down next to her and slid completely into her mind. I almost pulled back out. The poor girl had been raped since birth, and anytime she was defiant or objected, she was thrown into a small room she couldn’t even stand up in, alternately nearly frozen or killed by heat stroke, given no food or water, ideas blasted constituently at her, electric grate floor with shocks whenever she tried to sleep. The first time was when she was four, and it had been repeated dozens of times since. She had been brainwashed all her life. She took no pleasure from sex, being almost completely emotionless. She was fanatical about “auditing” and felt that the decree to remove me was from the ultimate authority.
I instantly hated her cult. I told the three others I was with plus Karen and Carla, and they all started crying softly in empathy. I asked, “What should we do with her? I will NOT send anyone back into that, but she doesn’t know any different. There are also eight others with her that are like this.”
Jess said, “I hate to say this, but I think you may need to do what you do and fix them. Then stash them at the shelter.”
I glanced at her and said, “How do you know about that?”
“Investigation last year. I didn’t say anything, but you really took care of Sarah Waters and her friend Jenny.”
How did she determine that? I gave her a surprised look and said, “Damn you’re good.”
Jess gasped, “Thank you, Master!” just before she orgasmed heavily and collapsed on the floor, passing out. I looked and realized that the original list plus the new added main lists made her fanatical, similar to Tanisha and Sarah. Wow.
I had told the girl, Heather, to come back and sit quietly. She had been sitting there with her fists clenched as she glanced rapidly between us. She was so fanatical that she wasn’t even worried about herself, just her mission. Time to change her mission a bit.
This was going to take some work. She had no ego, that had been burned away when she was a small child. I had to rebuild it, and also add some goals in her life. I also had to get rid of all the Scientology nonsense. I thought it was ironic that I was “editing”.
I started by going in and hard programming my introduction list. Since her mind was mush, that went in easily. Then I went and removed the reinforced memories of a lifetime of brainwashing and abuse. Like PTSD, it had been always there at the front of her mind, shaping how she thought. Effectively the memories re-punished her constantly. Not anymore. If her mind reached for self-assertion, it would now find my list. The memories would be there, but as something that made her mad, not something that shaped her thoughts directly. The list commands about being proud of her body and happily being my slave bootstrapped themselves in hard, filling the void left. She gasped as her whole way of thinking changed. I didn’t have to lock down my lists, that was all she knew, so nothing interfered with them. She was instantly happy and proud. Also instantly fanatic about me. The problem was that she still only knew Scientology. I debated whether to remove that, but I figured that was going too far. There would be nothing left.
Carefully I called back all Heather’s cohorts and fixed them up. All of them were brainwashed from birth. That wouldn’t be so bad if the principles and methods involved weren’t so evil. What was interesting is that they were all extremely pretty, beautiful in some cases. What I found even more interesting was that they were all 18 or over, apparently the younger girls were kept as toys for the elders, according to the memories of the teen assassins.
Jess sat there cross-legged and watched. Between helping poor brainwashed teen girl assassins I sent to her the message, %Yes, I am a telepath.% I had to do it manually by writing the sentence into her brain, rather than the automatic communication I had with Carla and Karen. She nodded and said, “Cool.”
I had MM take the confused girls over to the shelter. She led them out. I turned to Jess and said, “You have your collaring tonight. Be at my house.”
“Okay!” She paused, then asked, “Won’t that cause problems with my job?”
“I figured if you were going UC somewhere, I will give you the key.”
She frowned, “I guess that is what I will have to do. I won’t be too happy about it though. I will ask to be assigned non-UC work from now on.”
I grinned, “Maybe they will assign you to watch this cult, we have grown a lot since you last were here, Alpha is worldwide. There are branches all over Northern Africa and Asia. Most of the mosques in the central United States have accepted Alpha too.”
“Really? If I bring that to the attention of my bosses, they will need to assign agents.” She paused, “And that is another reason the Scientologists are coming after you, they are probably jealous. They aren’t exactly an enlightened bunch. They have churches around the world, but they aren’t very successful. Since they have to run scams to support themselves whenever they come into an area, they lose popularity fast.”
Jess got her transfer. She was assigned to the task force that watched our growing religion as liaison. She told me that it was because of her “established” relationship. It was similar to the agents who were assigned to Indian tribes.
I spent some time with Heather and her sisters, making more repairs to their minds and teaching them that a good fuck was fun, not a chore. It turned out that my random choice of Heather was a good one; while they all improved tremendously, Heather actually developed a personality. For some reason, all the Ex-Scientology girls were really good with babies, they loved to work in the nursery. Heather actually was able to think about things, and developed a hatred for Scientology that was only outclassed by her fanaticism toward me. Once she learned about how much fun fucking could be when she wasn’t forced, she loved to be bent over a couch or railing and fucked senseless.
At the end of December, I herded all the girls who missed it last time into the barn and gassed them. Tanisha and Sarah were as slap happy as when their babies were born as they eagerly ran into the chamber. The room was packed by girls from prayer meetings, seniors and collared like Abida, April and the guards. Also the 9 ex-scientology girls were there, as was Jess. There were over a hundred girls packed in there. I went in to spit in the concoction, then poured in the final tubes, and Pow! The room filled with purple smoke and all of them collapsed. We turned on the sprinklers to clear the air, and then all the girls who were already suped up rushed in and put everyone into cots with IVs. The girl scouts that had been upgraded last time happily played nurse for this second ‘campout’.
The feedback started after a few days and I started my messages, “Kris is wonderful, I love him so much!” and the like, interspersing it with my main list. As they were going to wake up in a few minutes, I had all the IVs removed. All of their eyes opened simultaneously.
I immediately sent my full list while I recited it out loud. Since the entire room was already giving me Bambi eyes, I didn’t see any changes. To see if we had any more telepaths, I sent via normal telepathy, %Hello World!%; Carla and Karen smiled, and surprisingly Heather looked confused and said, “Huh? Hello World?” Dang, I knew there was something special about her. Although she had been broken, she was an alpha like us.
I went through the room. I noticed that Traci was next to Abida and Alice was next to Sarah. Both Abida and Sarah had taken the trainees under their wings. Traci looked up to Abida, almost worshiping her. My comment about Abida usually being right had really sunk in.
Next to them were Tanisha and Sarah. Both of them had deliberately sliced open their arms and watched it heal in seconds. They were super giddy, giggling and laughing in delight. I couldn’t resist and said, “Wow, you two are hot! You two need to make love once in a while so I can watch the hot action and join in!” I hadn’t given the comment versus command speech yet, so they took it right to heart. Tanisha exclaiming, “Oh, yes!”
I leaned over and whispered in Sarah’s ear, “And you need to help out your poor brother. He is stuck with your deluded mom. Maybe you could get both of them to join Alpha? Anyways, you can teach your bother all the stuff he wants to know about girls, everything but fucking, remember your beautiful pussy is mine, but you can suck him off or let him play with those wonderful tits if you want, since he is family.” She nodded thoughtfully.
Next to the two of them were the rest of my collared girls who had missed out last time or were new. I kissed each of them and moved on. Next to them were two girls around 11 years old, plus nine eight year olds. They were talking rapidly with the girl scouts that were upgraded last spring. From what I could tell, they had missed out last time, so they had made sure they got in on it this time. Apparently I now had the whole troop plus the brownies.
I commented, “Wow ladies, you sure are cute. When you aren’t naked showing off here on the estate or at Alpha, which should be anytime you aren’t in school, we need to make sure you wear miniskirts and small T’s with nothing under them to show off those hot asses and pretty tits.”
They all tittered and nodded. There, that should keep pretty girls running around for years. I squeezed the asses of some of the older girl scouts, kissing some of them as I squeezed, and then moved on.
Dawn was next, being attended to by the already upgraded Betsy Sue, who was six months pregnant, and had just handed Dawn her baby boy, Frank, named after my dad. I smiled, kissed all three of them; then moved on.
The ex-scientology girls were next. They all just sat there, except for Heather, who was chatting silently with Karen. She looked at me and sent, %Shii-it, I need a good fuck right now.%
I grinned and sent back, %See you back at the house in an hour.% She grinned back and got up. She and Karen took off for the house.
All the guards were next, including Trooper Yanks. A kiss each for them. I commented, “Isn’t it wonderful to guard me and all your sisters? I am so proud of you!” They all grunted and collapsed.
There were a good seventy hot girls there who were all from Alpha. The majority of them had moms in Alpha, in fact, several mother/daughter pairs were there, next to each other. All of them shorn, making the moms match their daughters. It was very sexy. They all kneeled in front of me with dripping pussies, surreptishishly glancing at my semi. Man, that did things for my ego. I said loudly, “Don’t you love being here with me and your sisters?” There, that suggestion should make them want to hang out with me and Alpha. “I love you wonderful girls.” They all grunted and/or shrieked and collapsed.
I went back to Tami, who was overseeing everything. I said, “We need to have a collaring for Heather and Traci tonight after the party.”
“Really?” she squealed. “That is wonderful! They will love it!” She jumped about waving her hands. Several of my girls came over to find out what was happening, and then there were a dozen girls hopping about. I guess because they were all former cheerleaders, except Ariel and Carla, who just joined in for fun. Actually, come to think of it, Carla had been a cheerleader in high school too. Ariel had been too busy taking care of baby Debbie to be a cheerleader, but she was obviously of that bent.
I headed back to the house, even though there was some snow and I was nude, of course, but I didn’t even notice it. In the hot tub Karen and Heather were waiting. I slid in between them and started making out with the two of them. While kissing her hard I asked telepathically, %Heather, do you understand what being able to talk to me like this means?%
%Yeah, Sister Karen explained it, I am an Alpha like her.%
%Yes, and it means that you are a leader. I am going to show you how, and then you need to fix your Scientology sisters. Not being Alphas, they are having a hard time recovering.%
%Yeah, I have noticed that. Damn! I can’t believe what those assholes did to us. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You.% She smooched me harder, lining up and sliding onto my hard pole. %I love you so much!%
An hour later, I had Carla, Karen, and Heather watching mentally as I showed them how to slip into the mind of one of the zombie like girls via the backdoor through the language center. They watched as I showed them how the command list worked, how it programmed into the mind. %Heather, you need to program in everything you can think of, for some reason your sister’s minds just didn’t recover like your Alpha mind did.%
%Geez, they are totally blank! It is like they don’t understand anything! And to think that except for a genetic fluke, I would be like that. Shit!% A big tear rolled down her cheek. %I have known these girls all our lives. I am so sad and angry at the same time.% She glanced at the rest of us, %This will take a long time. It will be an ongoing project.%
I sent, %Well, do what you want for now, but don’t forget there is a party in the Atrium.%
Karen said, %Yeah, we had better get over there.% She looked over at me, %Especially you.%
I smiled and nodded, and then we went over to the atrium, the eight blank girls trailing behind us after Heather gave them a mental nudge.
The party was fun. Everyone was a senior in the church, even the kids, so there wasn’t any issue with my pulling Traci to me and kissing her hard as I slid deep into her. She was so fanatic that she gasped, rolled her eyes back, and passed out on the spot. I waited until she started to come around five minutes later and started stroking in that wonderful snapping pussy. She orgasmed constantly, and as I was about to fill her up I whispered, “You are mine, body and soul. I am going to collar you.” She shrieked and spasmed, falling unconscious again. I filled her up, then slid out and put her on a nearby bench, her ass on the edge so the creampie wouldn’t make a mess.
The eleven girl scouts saw me coming, turned around and put their head between their ankles, showing their beautiful asses, pussies dripping. I said, “Damn those are fine asses!” In perfect sync, they all happily replied, “Thank you, Master!”
I positioned myself and slid into the one on the right. She gasped, shuddered and passed out, drooling. Going down the line, half were virgins, but they all passed out with one stroke. I added the under 18 birth control while I was at it.
After the last one I noticed Heather watching. She was crying and said, “Why couldn’t we have had a wonderful Master like you instead of the old farts who raped and tortured us?” I noticed a mental link to the eight blank girls behind her. They were all crying like Heather. I peeked, and yes, they all understood why they were crying. Good.
I figured it was time, so I went to my office and got two pink collars. I sent a mental call to everyone and headed for the atrium. I got up on the edge of a planter and called out, “Heather Duggan and Traci Macpherson, Front and Center!” As they walked out the rest of them lined up and kneeled in the traditional half circle, the new Seniors copying what the others were doing.
Since most of the girls present were from Alpha, I did the Alpha speech. “Slaves. This ceremony binds us all together. The woman you see next to you is closer than any sister you have ever had. By being here you have promised to be one of us for the rest of your life and beyond. Those with collars have proven that they believe in this commitment and have put their sister slaves before themselves in all things, except for their commitment to me which is beyond all possible other commitments. Every girl who wears my collar had given themselves to me in a bond stronger than any mere marriage, their body and soul belong to me. Today Heather and Traci have earned their collars.”
I looked around, “Remember slaves, this ceremony is what binds us together. It is not to be shared with anyone outside of this circle.” As usual, all the girls nodded with a fanatic look in their eyes.
I looked down at the two kneeling before me, “Heather, Traci. Are you ready to make a full, permanent commitment to me? To be my toy and property forever to do with what I want? Everything that you are and that you own belong to me? Everything you accomplish in life will be mine? To love me forever?”
They gasped out, “Yes” “Of Course”. I toned down the amplitude of their projected ecstasy a bit as I relayed it so the others wouldn’t pass out. The entire room with close to two hundred girls were teetering a bit.
I decided to do Heather last, because I figured she would project and make everyone else pass out. I held up the first pink collar. “Traci, do you take this collar, swearing an oath to be my complete and total slave for the rest of your life?”
She gasped, “I love you.” And started to fall over.
I grabbed her and snapped the collar into place, locking it for life. “You are mine.”
She shrieked and I relayed her ecstasy at about 5% power so the others wouldn’t pass out. As it was they were moaning. Several collapsed.
I held up the second pink collar. “Heather, do you take this collar, swearing an oath to be my complete and total slave for the rest of your life?”
She nodded hard while I heard a, %Damn yes!%
I snapped the collar into place, locking it for life. “You are mine.”
She tried to control herself, but she fell down flopping about in seizures of ecstasy. I didn’t have to relay it at all, every single person in the room collapsed as she broadcast her mind blowing white out pleasure at full power, about 35% of what I could do, I noticed. Every girl was on the floor arching her back, eyes rolled up, pounding her fists, gyrating her hips, and repeating. They all must of orgasmed over 30 times before they collapsed twitching. The smell of aroused woman was overpowering as they all dripped onto the tile. I took the opportunity to go through and set the birth control on all the teens, and to have everyone’s body automatically remove all the hair below the neck. I got a slight headache after doing over 150 girls, but it needed to be done. They were all still out for another hour after I finished.
I went to the can, and when I returned they were talking. Heather was exclaiming, “I can’t believe how wonderful Master is!”
Tami said, “Believe it sister, it took me a while to accept how perfect he is, but now I can’t imagine not believing.”
The other hundred murmured, “Um-Hmm” and “Yes”.
Traci started sobbing, exclaiming, “I am so happy!” Someone cried out, “Yes! Sister!” And the rest of the room started sobbing in happiness.
Most of the girls had school the next day so as they recovered they headed out. They had not missed any days yet since it was the end of Winter break. Just my core set stayed behind. The security girls took off since things had been lightly guarded for days; volunteers from Alpha had been temporarily manning the security posts at the shelter and at Alpha. Fortunately the only regular security concerns were pilgrims who tended to get into everything.
The next day Farrah came slinking in like she loved to do and exclaimed, “Holy shit! My speed, strength, and coordination are lightyears beyond what they were before.” She gave me a big kiss and hug. “Thank you, Master!”
I was curious, Farrah and the other military girls were already in perfect shape and were heavily trained. I wanted to see the difference. I said, “Let’s go see you spar with one of your fellow marines. I am curious.”
“So am I.”
MM was on duty over at the shelter. Farrah and I explained what we wanted to try. A second later she and Farrah were sparring. Their movements were graceful, perfect, and unbelievably fast. We rapidly developed an audience, one girl complaining that she couldn’t capture the video on her phone, they were moving too fast.
After ten minutes, the two of them stopped to some unseen signal. Everyone started cheering. MM commented, “Wow. That was so easy now.”
Farrah grinned and said, “Sure was. And I am not the least bit tired.” She glanced around and said, “I’m not cold either, and I forgot my parka.”
I was amazed, the enhancements for warriors really made a difference. I suppose I had seen that in myself with the swimming, but it was much more blatant with martial arts. I commented, “We need to get you girls into a MMA event or two. Do a Chuck Norris.”
They glanced at each other then both said at once, “That’d be fun!” They glanced at each other again and giggled, doing a high five. All the girls watching, half of which were mine, cheered even louder. The other half, which all but one were in Alpha, and also were girls in the shelter.
That one I took a quick peek, and she attended the services with Sarah and believed in Alpha, she just hid it from her mom, who was a die hard Baptist. She thought it was all silly, one just had to obey and worship their Alpha, me. She went to the Baptist church just to make her mom happy. She felt that her mom needed some happiness after all the things her step-dad did to her mom. Well, he did things to her too, but she was Alpha now and above petty angers like that. I was amazed, her beliefs in Alpha easily put all the past abuse in a context where it wasn’t more than an annoyance. She was happy again.
It was early March when I got a frantic call from Liz. “Kris, a large number of cops are on the way to raid Alpha, the shelter and your house. Sheriff Olson tried to call, but was stopped. I have to go now before they catch me calling.” *click*
Damn! I jumped up out of bed, mentally sending to all my girls, %Red alert! The police are coming, do not resist. Lock down whatever you are doing. Don’t tell them anything.% Heather, Karen and Carla would hear me directly, the rest of my girls would feel the basic meaning subconsciously.
As I reached the atrium, everyone was scrambling. I was a bit upset at myself, the original girls and I had had drills for this contingency, but we had gotten lax, and most of the girls didn’t know what to do. I sent, %Ladies! If you don’t know what to do, find a corner, relax and wait.%
Things calmed down considerably. We were all quietly waiting as we heard tires squealing outside and a few seconds later there was someone pounding at the front door, yelling, “Police! Open up!”
I opened the door and said, “Sure, no need to be rude.”
The guy in front scowled. One of the cops smiled. A few others I could see fighting to maintain a straight face. The scowling one said, “Are you Kris Stevens?”
“Yup. How may I help you?”
He reached out and shoved me against the wall and said, “You are under arrest,” as he handcuffed my hands behind my back.
I asked, “May I ask what for?” He ignored me and had one of the cops walk me to a patrol car. The cop was local and said quietly, “Sorry about this.”
I said, “Don’t worry about it. That guy is in so much trouble.” I sat down in the back seat, fortunately it was an SUV so I didn’t have to have my knees up against my chest.
A few minutes later I saw Ariel and Tami marched out. Across the street, I saw Sandy put into a car in cuffs, and Heather and her girls put into a minivan. I asked Heather, %What’s going on?%
%*snort* These jerks think that we were kidnapped. We are being taken to the local hospital to be ‘checked’, then I can’t tell what is next.%
%Take a peek at the guy in charge and see if you can figure it out. Let me know. I love you.%
%Damn, I love you too.%
Karen and Carla, who were at school and work, chimed in, %Master and Heather, we love you too.%
Carla added, %I am keeping an eye on things, ready to do a emergency announcement if necessary.%
I said, %Good idea Carla. Let’s figure out what is going on here before doing anything though.%
A few minutes later Heather said, %A guy I know just got on the bus with us.% She sent a picture of the frowning guy. %He is internal security for Scientology. Name of George. He runs the torture cells. I am a little scared and my girls here are starting to panic. Their loyalty to you and me and their anger are the only things keeping them from a full on panic. Good thing I have been working with them, a few months ago they would be curled up whining on the floor. I am very proud of them right now.%
I carefully sent the message to all nine of them, manually writing it to the non-telepathic girls, %I am very proud of you.%
Heather and I were both surprised when Gwen, one of the girls, stood up and said, right in George’s face, “Get away from us, you bastard.” All the girls stood up and said, “Yeah!” “Yes!” “Right on!”
He growled with an angry look, “You are not Clear and need major auditing.”
Heather went down the aisle and right up to his face. “I have never been more Clear in my life, asshole. You should have left well enough alone, we were content up ‘til now just escaping your tyranny, but now I think we are going to have to press charges. Now get out of my way.” She pushed him to the side and marched out of the bus, the other girls following.
Heather marched up to the Sheriff, who she had met a few times, and said, “Sheriff, I would like to report an attempted kidnapping.”
He looked down at her and said, “Heather, what do you mean?”
She gestured back at the bus where George was standing in the doorway. “Sheriff Olson, he is not a cop, or if he is, he is a mole. He is the cult programmer for the Scientologists, whom we escaped from four months ago.”
“Really?” He turned to the deputies next to him, who happened to be the ones that had moonlighted as security at the shelter, and said, “Frank, Jim, please detain that guy, would you please?”
Frank and Jim, who liked the shelter, and checked in there once a week, got angry and immediately marched over and handcuffed the guy as he protested.
The sheriff pulled out a paper he had and read it over. “I don’t think this warrant is valid.” He looked over at the chief of police and said, “Henry, I don’t think that we should detain these people any further, do you?”
Henry, who was actually a member of Alpha along with his wife and twin teen daughters, said, “Definitely not. I am calling in the FBI immediately.” He turned to his Head of Detectives and said, “Alice, please release everyone except that man.” He gestured at George. Alice, another happy Alpha member, eagerly headed over to the car I was in. I disconnected from monitoring Heather and waited. A few seconds later Alice opened the door and removed my cuffs. I smiled and said, “Thank you, Alice.” She nearly fainted in delight, recovered, and then went to release Ariel and the others.
I got up and went over to Sheriff Olson and Henry. I said, “You don’t need to call the FBI, they will be here in a minute.” I could sense Jess passing through the park heading for our location. Sure enough, she pulled up in her official black SUV a minute later. I linked to her and passed on a synopsis of what happened. She glanced at me and gave a quick nod as she marched over to George by the bus.
She smiled and said, “George Henry Duggan, you sure got your finger stuck in it this time, didn’t you?”
He growled, “Special Agent Carmichel, nice to see you again. But I don’t know what you are talking about.”
She smiled, “I personally interviewed all these girls, and I know they are all legally adults, and they gave me the details of their systematic abuse from childhood from your cult, and your orders to kill Kris Stevens. You managed to somehow quash that when I sent it up the ladder. But kidnapping, false warrants, false imprisonment, and a few other charges here you will not be able to circumvent.”
As he growled some more, Jess eagerly said, “George Henry Duggan, you have the right to remain silent; anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, an attorney will be appointed by the court. Do you understand these rights?”
He grumped, “Yeah.” A couple of agents led him away.
Heather and the girls watched with happy tears in their eyes. Heather said, “I have never seen such a wonderful sight.”
After that Heather didn’t need to help out her girls any more. They all blossomed into unique individuals. Four of them immediately started college with the intent of becoming lawyers. Two stayed in daycare. One was crazy about lawn care; we gladly let her do her thing on the estate, shelter, and church. The last, Gwen, became Heather’s assistant as Heather became a sort of troubleshooter in the Alpha church.
Jess was monitoring their case, and when it suddenly all disappeared from the computer, not even a note classifying it, which is what she would get if it was part of another operation or if George turned evidence, she contacted OPR and reported it. As a result six moles were uncovered in the FBI, four of which were placed high up in the organization. Fortunately, the data was back on the computer before George was released.
The trial that summer was huge. Carla was in her element, and being the local reporter she was on the national network. She had already turned down six offers to be national anchor. When I asked her about it, she said that she was enjoying where she was now, and maybe when she got old she’d move up.
Heather and the girls testified, and the defense attorney made the mistake of asking about the girls’ backgrounds, and all of George’s child abuse was allowed and described in detail.
George was convicted for the kidnapping and false warrants. He got 20 years in SuperMax.
A series of raids conducted on the Scientology centers using information from the girls recovered 34 other girls that were currently in the torture rooms, ages five to twenty three. There were several hundred that were not currently being brainwashed, so unfortunately, nothing could be done for them, they were left with their messed up families. Heather’s sister, Olivia, was 13 and found in one of the chambers, so she was released into the custody of Heather, who immediately started fixing things. It turned out that George was Heather’s uncle and her father had taken over for him when George was arrested. He was now in jail awaiting trial. One of the other girls had an 8 year old sister whose abuser was caught in the act of screwing her. She was also in the custody of her sister and being treated by Heather.
Demand for Gramp’s Beer was growing with leaps and bounds. The brewery had easily already paid me back, and BJ, Scott, and I were pulling in a tidy multimillion dollar income. Alpha was raking in billions, most from the wills of wealthy old Alpha Juniors. The shelter and dozens of other new shelters around the area were fully paid for by the church. We had established the idea of free housing for those that needed it and for Seniors in the church, and we soon owned most of the cheap townhomes, the trailer park, and the housing development. What was funny was that we still didn’t know who was in the last house across the street by the park. Nobody had gone in or out in the past two years. A lawn service mowed once a week. The mail was obviously being forwarded and someone was paying the bills, so I sent a snail mail letter to the address, asking about ownership and whether they would sell.
The next day, Dennis the lawyer called, the house was one of the assets that Tami’s mother had purchased with Tami’s inheritance! It had been ordered liquefied per court order, but had slipped through the cracks. So technically Tami owned it. I asked Dennis to iron out the deed, and that we wanted to keep it. He said that he would get right on it, and that also he was going to check and see what else had been missed.
It turned out to be quite a bit. $480 million buys a lot of stuff. A chain of gas stations, which were still operating, heaven only knew where any profits were going. A few hotels, including the Super 8. It turned out we had bought most of the trailers and townhouses from ourselves. It was crazy; Tami’s mother had spent over $300 million buying local businesses. $150 million had been to short lived New York style yuppie businesses. The last $30 million had been stock in Disney, of all things. We had all thought the entire $480 million had been for the New York style businesses, that is what the forensic accountants had reported. We were quite surprised. Upon investigation, we found out that Tami’s mom had rescued a fried who had owned all those local businesses by buying her out when her husband died. Now that made more sense.
Although it was not intentional, Mrs. Zane had done us a good deed. Tami went to see her in prison and they made up a little. Tami put a cool million into her mom’s commissary account. We figured everyone would be playing up to her in prison, and it would make her less likely to be murdered in her sleep.
For fun, and to get away from all the Alpha stuff for a while every day, I continued swimming. Sandy loved coaching, and, now that she had two Olympic class swimmers, she was in second heaven. Suped up by the purple smoke, Deidre was quite the swimmer; she was delightedly making world record swims in practice alongside me. There was always a lineup of girls watching and cheering, usually sitting on the balcony with their legs dangling down. Whenever Deidre or I weren’t swimming, the pool was full of girls, a few of them were quite good. We would be going to meets for the next 30 years at least.
We had a blood test done and Deidre easily passed, the concoction that had been put in her Gatorade was gone. We both signed up for the next Pro Series meet in Indianapolis, which was not far from us. It started in March, which was only two weeks away, so we immediately started prepping.
There was a parade of cars on the freeway to Indianapolis. Half of my city was going, literally. The brewery was minimally staffed, all the businesses were closed, it was a ghost town. I even saw a tumbleweed blow across the road as we left. Of course, it was winter and so blowing weeds were common.
The meet was at the Indianapolis University Natatorium, although the University was trying to pass off ownership to the city to keep expenses down. The place was huge, a full 100 meter pool with eight lanes in what looked like a blimp hanger. We parked and we were immediately surrounded by people wanting autographs. Even Deidre got a few requests by people who recognized her as a coach from the Olympics. I whispered to her, “Just wait. Tomorrow after you set all the Women’s records, all these people will swarm around you.”
She muttered back, “Yeah, while it is nice to the ego, it is very annoying, isn’t it?”
I just gave her a grin and we moved on.
WORK IN PROGRESS