--===CAMP:Ron's Journey - Part 4, Chapter 4===--
**Chapter 4: The Ravages of War*
The plane ride seemed to take forever. Ron thought it would never end. He
occupied his time trying to teach James to turn himself invisible. The two
girls slept on the couches in the plush private jet.
"Nope, I'm just not getting it. Oh well. I'll figure it out someday. It takes
longer for me to learn a new skill. But then, once I've mastered it, it's
perfect: no flaws. Give me a year, and I'll have this one down."
"Hey, what was with that girl the other day, by the way?"
"Which girl?"
"The one in the maroon jumpsuit, you know, with the ninja mask."
"Oh, her. That's called garnet, not maroon. Anyway, she's a messenger. You're
not supposed to know her identity. She didn't speak to you because she can't
speak to anyone who is not an employee of CAMP. She could speak to you *now*,
of course."
"What's gonna happen when we get there?" Ron was getting more nervous with
every mile.
"I'm not entirely sure. However, Ron, the important thing is, I won't do
anything until it looks like you're in trouble, okay? Make this a learning
experience, I'm here to back you up if you need it."
"Thanks for being here. What about those two?" He motioned to Megan and Jess,
"will they be safe?"
"They'll be fine, your control over them is total. Not to be cruel, but this
crisis is mostly your own damned fault."
"What'd I do?" Ron sounded, well, like a typical 13 year old.
"What you *didn't* do, actually. By not establishing full controls over all of
them, you left this bitch an opening. If your control had been established, I
don't think she'd have been able to break it. Learn the lesson: You can leave
their personality intact, but you must make their will your own."
"Okay, I'll remember that. What do we know about this psionic?"
"All I've been able to come up with is this: Her name is Marinda. She passes
herself off as a witch, but she isn't. She doesn't even practice witchcraft or
belong to a coven or anything. I think she just feels people think witchcraft
is less strange than mind-control. Anyway, she is working for your father,
that I learned. Beyond that, I can't say. I can't tell how strong she is, or
what powers she has. You do have an advantage, in that she has probably not
learn to defend her mind. But, beware, her offensive attack can be a good
defense. If you can't fend off her attack, you can't make an attack of your
own, so be careful."
"Gotcha. What about the family?"
"If she's already taken control, which she probably will have, that's no big
deal. Most likely she won't try to use them against you, and I'll stop-motion
them if she tries. Freeing them from her power has to be done by you. Which is
okay, it's a relatively simple process, and you already know how to remove
commands. The likelihood is that she is nowheres near as strong as you are.
I'm coming along mainly as an advisor, but I'll back you up if I need to."
They chatted for the rest of the flight. There was no way to make plans,
because there was no telling what they were getting into. Ron didn't want to
teleview, because he worried about alerting Marinda.
They arrived at the house to find chaos. There were people standing in various
states of undress on the lawn. He could hear screaming inside the house, and
he knew he had to get in there. And, standing in front of the door to the
house, was a woman that had to be Marinda. She was dressed in the kind of
black dress you see in witch movies. But, contrary to fairy tale, this woman
was a knockout. Her breasts were threatening to tear the fabric of her dress,
her face looked like a covergirl, and she had a mane of long, flowing black
hair that reached well below her ass. She was holding what appeared to Ron
forever like a crystal ball on a stick.
"Stop! Whoever you are! I am in control of this abode!" *The nerve of the
bitch! I'll show her a thing or two.*
"Like hell you are! This is MY home, Marinda! Leave now, and I won't have to
hurt you." Well, it sounded good, anyway. He knew she wouldn't go for it. Ron
erected his strongest mental shield. He could only hold it for a few minutes,
but he was hoping that was all he would need.
"Who are you, welp? I will crush you!" A surge of mental energy lashed out at
Ron. *Well, if she wants to make this look like the cartoons...* Ron held out
his hand and cast aside her energies with a flick of his wrist, then sent a
surge of his own.
Pete had once told Ron he was using enough energy to move a small office
building. Peter wasn't exaggerating. Ron sent out enough power in a single
blast to knock her through the back wall of the house. She was able to
withstand a good portion of it, but it still knocked her across the room. Ron
stepped inside.
"Nobody messes with my family and gets away with it."
"I will destroy you, boy!" *Who IS this kid? And how the hell did he do that?*
Marinda lashed out with a mental control. Ron laughed. He twisted her control
around, and threw it back at her. She dematerialized it before it hit her, but
it was close. Ron was actually enjoying this.
Marinda started telekineting things at him from all corners of the room. Ron
was not impressed. He set up an invisible barrier: the objects would hit, and
then fall to the floor. Just then, he heard his mother scream from her
bedroom. That's when Ron realized he had not seen his father outside. *That
mother-fucking son of a bitch!* Ron decided it was time to wrap up this little
duel.
Ron formed his extension into a solid wall. He slammed it full force into
Marinda. She was pinned against the wall, and, when he released her and she
fell to the floor, there was actually an impression of her body in the wall.
She was dazed, but Ron wasn't waiting for her to get up. He rammed his control
into her mind. What feeble defenses she had he cast aside as a tornado tosses
cars: violently. He snapped a movement control on her so harsh that she almost
couldn't breathe. "That'll teach you to fuck with my family!" He didn't figure
she was going anywhere. He turned to see James watching. James nodded in
approval. "Keep an eye on her, would ya?"
"Sure. Go take care of your mother."
Ron ran into her room to see his father on top of her, brutally raping her. He
had hit her just as Ron came in, and had his hand raised to hit her again.
"STOP!" That single word might has well have been a crack of thunder. Ron's
voice sounded like an angered storm god, berating his subjects. Mike lost his
momentum, then looked over at Ron.
"Get out of here, you little shit, or I'll give you some of the same!" His
confidence was high, because he didn't know that his ace in the hole was lying
bleeding on the living room floor.
"Apparently you didn't hear me." These words were uttered in a very soft
voice. They were heard, however. Mike's face grew pale as he felt something
sinch around his waist. It raised him up off of Sandra, held him in mid-air
for a few seconds, then slammed him full force into the opposite wall. Ron
repeated this several times, until his father was almost senseless. Ron
paused, and said, "I told you it would be a bad idea to return. Now you find
out why." And with that, Ron's extension flew him right through the window.
Glass flew everywhere, and Mike just barely missed one of the figures on the
lawn. Ron let go, and Mike slumped to the ground. Ron couldn't yet bare to
look at his mother. He went outside to face Mike, and he found James there.
"Marinda's toast. She won't be able to move unless you let her up."
"What do we do about her? I mean, she's responsible for all of this."
"All I'm allowed to do to punish her is to remove her powers."
"You can do that?"
"Only the Skills. No one else has ever managed it. After that, I'll leave her
punishment in your hands. But, I don't suppose there's any chance you'd let me
have a little fun with her first?"
Ron almost laughed, then he grinned wickedly. "By all means. I suppose I need
to remove my clamp?"
"If you would be so kind."
Ron reached out and removed the mental control. Marinda still did not move,
mainly because she didn't think she could, she was in so much pain. James
entered the house, while Ron moved over to Mike.
"You asshole! I told you not to come back. It's not Mom's fault you're a
jerk!"
"Ron... I-"
"Shut up! Just shut the fuck UP! I don't really care what you have to say! I
should kill you here and now!"
"Ron, please, for God's sake NO! I'll do anything, ANYTHING!"
There was something in the plea. It made Ron pause. He for the life of him
would never understand what made him stop. He decided that before he could
make a proper judgment of punishment, he needed to know more about his Dad.
Ron slipped his way into his Dad's mind....
Meanwhile, in the living room, James was approaching Marinda. She was stirring
now, shaking badly and groaning.
"You can get up now." She looked up in terror.
"You! I've seen you before...." She couldn't place the face.
"Yes, you have. I didn't realize it until I saw you, 'Marinda'. Or should I
call you Diane? You were wise to turn down our offer if this is how you wanted
to live. You have broken almost every rule in the book."
"Go to hell."
"Maybe, but you'll be going first, I'm afraid." With that, he reached down and
yanked her up by the hair. "You have caused one of our members a whole heap of
trouble. But, as you can see, you picked the wrong guy to fuck with. Actually,
you should be happy. He could have cracked your head open with a single
thought, or made you go stand in front of an oncoming train. You picked the
single most powerful Talent that CAMP has ever seen to screw with. How stupid
are you?"
"What is he going to do to me?"
"I don't know, and I don't care. He has only made one request of me, and since
it coincides with my duties to CAMP, I will now fulfill that request. You will
no longer have any abilities to control people or things."
"You can't do that!" She shrieked.
"Oh, yes I can." He had her by the arms, and now he plunged into her mind. She
fought, but she wasn't even a psion-7, and an untrained, undisciplined psionic
is no match for a Skill psion-46. He grabbed hold of her mind and would not
let go. Just to distract her, he also grabbed hold of her tits. He had backed
her against a wall, and she wasn't going anywhere. He pulled down and away,
and her breasts fell free from the confines of the dress. He mauled her
breasts while he penetrated her mind. He searched for that one little spot,
always in a slightly different location, that held The Ability. As he probed,
he tore away more dress, until she was completely nude. She was panting from
the strain, and James took advantage of this. He pressed his mouth to hers and
forced his tongue inside. Meanwhile, one hand strayed down to her pussy, and
he plunged a finger deep inside her cunt. Now she was squirming, trying to
scream, trying to fight back.... and failing, miserably. James removed his
other hand from her tit to undo his pants. He pulled out his cock, and stroked
it to complete hardness. Then he removed his finger from her pussy, and
replaced it with his dick. He sunk deep into her, and she moaned into his
mouth. Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist, and she started bucking,
using the wall for support. While he fucked her body, he ravaged her mind. He
found that tiny spot, (very tiny in her case) And squashed it. He crumpled it
like a paper doll, and then he plunked it into her mental trash can. It would
be washed from her mind completely the next time she slept. There was no way
for her to recover it, even with the help of an expert psionic. This was the
one change that could not be undone.
The pace of their fucking increased until she arched her back and screamed
into his mouth, pouring her juices all over his cock. She hadn't even noticed
her power being taken from her, so enraptured was she in the feelings of sex.
James knew how to make his own job easy, and he took every opportunity he
could get. As she started to come down from her climax, he thrust even harder
into her, and started to twist her nipples. Then he came. This set her off yet
again, and she was on another rollercoaster ride of pleasure.
When she finally came to, she was lying on a couch, unable to move. *Oh, shit.
What did I let him do? Why can't I move.... Wait! I can't feel it! Where is my
power? Oh shit......*
Ron finished up his exploration of his father's mind, and was startled to
realize that he sympathized.... with his father. Not that what he'd done was
any less terrible, it was just that there had been an awful lot of 'mitigating
circumstances', as the judges on TV called them. His father had been abused in
every way imaginable as a child. He'd suffered through hell in battles that no
one ever knew happened. Ron had not known that his father was a special-forces
operative for the Marine Corps. The stuff he'd done.... well, no wonder he
went nuts.
He understood his father better now. He realized that what his father felt was
a complete lack of control in this world. On the battlefield, he'd been in
control: of his unit, of the situation, of himself. Now, back in civilization,
he had no idea what the hell was expected of him. He'd been retired from the
Marine Corps due to an injury, minor in everyday life, but critical to a
soldier. He had never found a place in society.
Ron wasn't sure what to do. He knew he couldn't kill his father now. Ron knew
that what his father needed, short of long-term psychiatric care, was someone
to dominate completely. Someone who would jump at his least command. Someone
who would do whatever shitty things he asked of them, without hesitating,
without resisting, without complaining. And his father had fixated on... his
mother.
But Ron couldn't bring himself to do that. He had developed way too many
levels of feelings for his Mom to turn her over to this slug. He sympathized
with his father, but he still didn't like him.
On the other hand, if he could substitute someone, but who? Just then, he saw
James walk out of the house, and he got an idea.
"Don't you dare move an inch" he said to Mike. Ron stepped over to James.
"Well?"
"No problem. No more powers, gone, bye-bye."
"And CAMP doesn't care what happens to her now?"
"She's a non-entity. No powers, no concern. CAMP will make no judgment
concerning anyone under psion-4."
"So I can do with her whatever I like."
"That's right. What have you got in mind?" James was curious to see how Ron
was going to handle this. He was very surprised to see that the father was
still alive. He was sure the guy needed medical attention, after going through
a closed window at a speed of about 50 miles an hour.
"I'm going to give her to Dad."
"Huh?" Ron had just shocked James into total incomprehension.
"I scanned Dad. I understand more now why he is like he is. I think, if I can
get him to fixate on her instead of my Mom, and reprogram her to be the slave
he wants, he'll be a relatively harmless person to the rest of the world,
including us."
"Well, whatever, Ron. I'm not going to argue with you, it's your family."
"Do you think I'm making a mistake?"
"I don't know. I would have handled it differently, but I have a different
personality, and a different perspective on life. Whose view is right? Beats
the hell out of me. I'm not going to try to sit and judge which way to go.
This time, I'm not even going to try to advise. This has been a unique
situation. Your solution may be the most ethical, for all I know. What counts,
I suppose, is that your decision to kill him was made in anger. Those kinds of
decisions are often the wrong ones, and the ones you usually regret. Your
present course of action has been thought out and reasoned. Maybe not as
satisfying, but probably more productive in the long run. Anyway, it's your
decision. And you don't need me here anymore. I've done all I can. The problem
now consists of two non-entities, and I cannot interfere. Good luck to you,
and keep in touch. Oh, there's some stuff in that briefcase I gave you that
you'll need to read, some case files and instructions. It's all
self-explanatory."
"Okay, thanks a lot, James. Will I see you again?"
"Oh, I'm sure we'll meet again sometime. Maybe in four years, when you come
back to CAMP." With that, James got in the rental car and drove away.
Ron turned and surveyed the mess. His father was lying on the ground, his
sisters were staring at him in their nightgowns, and a young lady he didn't
recognize was staring at them all. He felt a presence at his side, and looked
to see Jess and Megan there.
Megan asked, "Master, what happened here?"
"Someone decided to mess with your master's family."
"What did you do, Master?"
"I protected my family. That's my job, Megan. And remember, you are both part
of my family now." He thought they would both come, with the look on their
faces. Their smiles, however, were gratifying. "Come on, girls, we've got work
to do." He took the girls into the house and set them to cleaning the place up
somewhat. Next, he turned his attention to the naked woman on the couch. *Yow!
I guess James DID have some fun!* Ron moved over to her and sat on the coffee
table, staring at her.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to kill you."
"What? NO! Please!"
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to kill your *body*, just your mind." With
that, Ron reached into that central place he had taken so much care to find
with Megan, and tore it out. Then came the scream. Ron didn't think he'd ever
get used to that noise, but he was hoping he wouldn't have to hear it too
often. He figured that only the most stubborn of people would actually need
reprogramming, as opposed to conditioning. It's just that conditioning was a
little slower, and less absolute.
He spent twenty minutes rearranging her mind, taking care to make sure that
all the right pieces were in place in the right order, and so on. He was not
cruel: He removed any knowledge or memory from her that her life had once been
her own. Now she was property. To disobey her owner was to die. He actually
made her believe that. In her mind, disobeying a direct order from her master
would kill her. Ron figured this was just what his father needed: A perfect
slave. Not as finely tuned as Megan, but he didn't figure she needed to be.
Plus, Megan was his, and he had taken special care with his own property. He
didn't want damaged goods.
He had Megan get him a soda, and then he led Marinda outside. She was still
nude, but Ron had cast a "you don't see this" field around the entire house,
so no one in the neighborhood noticed. Ron led her over to his father, and
presented her to him.
"Stand up, Dad." Mike got up off the ground. Ron noticed he was limping rather
badly. "Don't you wish you'd listened to me, now?"
"Yes! Yes, Ron! Please, let me go, and I'll never come back here, I swear!"
"I wish I could believe you. But, if I let you leave like this, I don't think
I can." Mike got a look of terror in his eyes, but Ron just shook his head.
"No, I'm not going to hurt you anymore. But..." Ron reached in and reorganized
a few of his Dad's thoughts, switching his fixation on Sandra to Marinda.
"I'm going to give you a present, Dad. In return, I want your guarantee that
we will never see you ever again. Move to the other side of the country if you
have to, but if I ever see you again, I will kill you." He wouldn't, but he
wanted his Dad to think he would. He wanted him out of town.
"Okay, sure, Ron. I'll move back home. What's this 'present'?"
"Marinda. She's yours. You can treat her like you were treating Mom. She'll do
what you tell her to." Then Ron threw the phrase he knew would catch him. "You
can *control* her to your heart's content."
With those words, his father's face took on a serene shine. "Thank you, Ron.
Thank you."
"Now then, I think you'd better go home. Or go to the hospital. Either way,
she needs to get dressed. Now, go away."
Mike had Marinda help him to the car, and they got in, and drove away. Ron
turned to deal with the rest.
Ron moved first to his younger sister, Nicole. She was staring at him,
zombie-like. His control never did this to people. He figured that Marinda
just wasn't very good. She hadn't been very hard to defeat. He almost felt
ashamed of asking for help, but then he remembered that James had removed her
power, and Ron didn't know how to do that. He gently took Nikki's hand, and
led her inside. He sat her down on the couch, and started to probe her mind.
He found all the controls, which were obvious, and not very well placed, and
removed them one by one. In turn, he placed his own controls in the proper
locations to make sure this could never happen again. Nikki would act the same
as she had before: Ron had no need to change her behavior, she loved him the
way she was. When he finished, he prodded her to consciousness.
"Ron! Am I glad to see you! There was this witch, and Dad was here, and..."
Ron quieted her down with a hug.
"I know, Nik. Everything's okay now. Did you get my note?"
"Yeah. How'd you do that?" He knew curiosity would take her mind off her
problems.
"Don't worry. But, I also saw what you guys were doing that day. I hope you
enjoyed yourselves." Nikki blushed, and Ron gave her a kiss. She was too
exhausted to respond properly, but Ron didn't have time for more anyway.
"Jess!" Jessica hurried into the room. "I want you to take Nikki up to her
room and clean her up. Get her into bed, and let her rest. She is your
responsibility until she gets better. Nikki, was Tammy here?"
"Tammy.... Oh, no! Tammy's locked in the garage!"
"Shhhh, shhh. I'll take care of her, Nik. You go with Jess now."
Jess led Nikki upstairs while Ron went to the garage. He unlocked the door,
and there he found Tammy, naked, and shivering. She didn't seem to be under
any control. "Tammy?"
"R-Ron, is that you?"
"Yeah, Tams. C'mon out, everything's okay now." Tammy ran into his arms and
hugged him tightly.
"Ron, I tried, really I tried, but she was too strong, and she locked me in
the garage and-"
"Tammy! It's okay. You couldn't have stopped her anyway. What I don't get is
why she didn't put you under like the rest."
"She tried, but it wouldn't work. I don't know why."
*Bingo. I do. I've been manipulating you since before I even knew it. I'll bet
if I look, I'll find my controls already stuck in your head.... Yep, sure
enough, there they are.*
"Don't worry, Tammy. Nikki is up in her room, Jess is looking after her. Why
don't you go up and help?"
Tammy gave him one final hug, then ran upstairs. Ron went outside to collect
Dawn, and repeated the process he had done with Nikki.
"Ron? How'd you get here? The last thing I remember is a woman waving her
hands at me.... Wait. I seem to recall seeing her flying backwards through the
air... That was you! Ron, how'd you do that?"
"Just something I picked up at CAMP. Don't worry, I've taken care of her, AND
Dad. We won't be seeing either of them again."
"Ron, I love you." She hugged him, and he hugged her back. Gingerly, because
he could see she had suffered from some mistreatment which he hoped she
wouldn't remember.
"I love you too, Dawn. And I'll see to it that nothing like this ever happens
again. Now then, Megan!" Megan came in quickly, ready to serve. "Dawn, this is
Megan. She's going to be living with us from now on. Megan, I want you to help
Dawn up to her room. Clean her up, and get her into bed. Dawn is your
responsibility until she gets better, understood?"
"Yes, Master! I will do my best!" She turned to Dawn, and with genuinely felt
sympathy, she said, "Come on, Dawn, let's go upstairs." Megan's heart really
went out to the girl, and, since this girl was special to the Master, she
would make sure that Dawn was well looked-after.
Ron went back outside for the stranger. As he approached, he realized that she
did indeed look familiar. She was oriental, with long black hair. He didn't
realize who she was until he saw her eyes: the deepest, bluest eyes he'd ever
seen.
"Miko! What the hell are you doing here?" Of course, she didn't answer him. He
took her inside, and erased the evil Marinda's controls. Kumiko controlled
herself, and managed not to embrace Ron in a bearhug.
"Thank you, Ron. It was terrible to be able to see and hear, but not move or
talk."
"Miko, what are you doing here? Forget that, how did you even know who I was?"
"I didn't. I saw you talking to Dawn. I asked her. She told me who you were."
"Okay, but why are you here?"
"Because I needed to see you. I need to ask a favor of you."
"What?"
"I have seen that you are in control of all these women. I wish to become your
humble servant as well."
*WHOA! Do I just naturally pick the weird ones? I mean, I've heard the old
cliche about oriental women being eager to please, but this is ridiculous!* He
did a quick sweep of her mind to prove to himself this wasn't his doing, then
he decided he needed to answer his question.
*James, can you hear me?*
*Of course I can, Ron.*
*I have a question....* and Ron went on to explain his question.
*So, you're wondering why this is the second girl who's actually asked to
become your slave, right?*
*Yes, that's right.*
*Well, I did quick scans of everyone there, to make sure they were alright. I
noticed that she had submissive tendencies. You have probably noticed the
same, but ignored them, at least consciously. I can't say for certain, but
probably you are attracted to submissive women. How did you meet her?*
*I was hiding out in the girls' room, and she walked in.*
*And why did you choose her out of all the girls?*
*I don't know.*
*Well, now you do.*
*Yeah, I guess so. Thanks. Bye.*
*Think at ya later, friend.*
"Miko, why do you want to be my servant?"
"I remember the night of the prom. You made me not tell anyone, but I
remember. You were kind then, even though I had no choice, and you could have
been very cruel, you were not. I wish to be away from cruelties. From the
beatings..." As soon as she said that, she wished she could unsay it.
"Who's been beating you?" Ron was almost as angry now as he had been when he
arrived home. To think that *anyone* would beat this beautiful girl was just
beyond his comprehension.
Just then, Miko's father decided to show up to collect his daughter.
"Miko! You will come with me, Now!" Miko cringed behind Ron, and Ron stood up
between the two.
"Who are you?"
"I am Miko's father."
"So you're the shit that's been beating her."
"How dare you speak to me in that manner...." He found himself flying out the
door he had just come in. "What is this..."
Ron whipped the man around pretty good, until he saw his wife waiting in the
car. "Is that your mother?" Miko shook her head yes. "Has she ever abused
you?" Miko shook her head no. "Very well. Ask her to come over here, please."
Miko went and got her mother, and they both returned to where Ron was
standing.
"Ron, this is my mother, Mrs. Murakami."
"Hello, Ron-" Ron was not in the mood for pleasantries. He set her husband
down next to her, and went charging through both of their heads. He convinced
them to fill out paperwork with their lawyer to turn over custody of Miko to
Ron's mother, and to make up a story about where she was staying. He sloshed
around a few commands to keep him safe, and then sent them on their way.
"I may stay, then?" Miko was very shy, and Ron found this very attractive.
More so, since he had not instilled her willingness to obey.
"Yes, Miko. You may stay as long as you wish. I will not hurt you. However, I
do wish to look at your bruises. I can tell your hip hurts, because you're
limping slightly."
"It is nothing, Ron, merely a small bruise."
"That may be so. But, the other girls are being attended to, and before I try
to deal with my Mom, I need to know that everyone else is okay, because she is
definitely not. I've got her in a sort of 'suspended animation', so she can't
feel anything right now. That's why I'm taking my time, I know she isn't
suffering. Now, let's go up to my room real quick." Ron led her up the stairs
and into his room. He shut the door for privacy, and turned on a light. He
looked at Miko. She was beautiful. She was an absolute goddess in Ron's eyes.
Maybe it was her personality, maybe it was just that she was oriental, but Ron
loved just looking at her.
"Okay, let's get you undressed, so I can see what I have to deal with." Ron
gently helped her out of her clothes. She had not fared as badly as the
others, since she was not a family member, but she had not escaped Marinda's
attack unscathed. Standing in front of him now, completely nude, Miko bowed
her head.
"Miko, are you ashamed of your body?" She moved her head in a very small nod.
"Well, you shouldn't be. I think you are very pretty. Well, except for this
nasty cut here, and that bruise there." He was teasing, and he got the smile
he was looking for. "That's better. You look 100% better when you're smiling."
Ron lightly placed his hand on her hip. He could see her wince, but she said
nothing. Ron thought back to his training. He'd read the book on healing, but
almost all of that applied exclusively to his own body. *Oh, well. When in
doubt, improvise.* Ron simply imagined that her body was really a part of his
own. He could feel now where she hurt. One by one, he eased the pains, and
started her body back to health. When he was done, he opened his eyes, to see
her deep blue eyes looking back at him in wonder, and appreciation.
"You did that?" He nodded. "Thank you." Ron reached over and kissed her
gently. She immediately responded in kind. Ron moved his hand from her hip to
her buttock, and softly pulled her to him. Her firm breasts pressed into his
chest, and his groin rubbed against hers. Her entire body was inviting him to
take her, and he wasn't about to object. They broke the kiss, and he had her
remove his clothes. Now they both stood, naked, and fully aroused. Ron moved
her over to the bed, and laid her down onto it. He had healed the bruises, but
her body was still sore, so he had to be careful. He gently massaged her
shoulders, enjoying the sensuous feel of her skin under his fingers. He
massaged her breasts, heightening her arousal with his touch. His fingers
meandered across her stomach, down to the outside of her legs. He brushed ever
so gently across her hips, so as not to cause pain, and moved down to her
legs. He had always enjoyed giving massages to his family. Now, he would give
them to his extended family. Somehow, he never got quite as much enjoyment out
of getting a massage as he did giving one. Probably just a strange quirk of
his nature. He rubbed her feet, then moved up to massage her calves. His
touches were gentle, his caresses sensuous. Slowly he moved up her legs, and
she parted them to give him access. His hands stopped just short of her lips,
and she moaned in anticipation. Ron leaned in and gave her a few short licks
on her pussy. She was already sopping wet. He sucked her clit into his mouth,
and tongued it. She wriggled in pleasure. Ron couldn't stand it any longer, he
needed to screw this girl. But, that wasn't right. Miko hadn't been like the
others. She was the only one he was content to go slow with.......
*"Ron, honey..."*
*"Yeah, Mom?"*
*"Do you know what 'making love' is?"*
*"Well, yeah. I mean, it's just sex, right?"*
*"It's sex, yes, but it's sex with someone you love dearly, and it's gentle
and warm and sensual....*
His mother's words echoed in his head. *Love? I can't love her, I don't think
I even know what that kind of love is!* But there it was. Ron couldn't really
deny it, he was in love with this girl he'd only met twice, and had sex with,
or was about to, on both occasions.
Ron looked into her eyes, and he saw a warmth he had never known from any
other woman, or girl. She was also wondering why he had stopped.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, Miko. I was just thinking about something." Ron gave her clit another
quick kiss, and then moved up her body. Their lips finally met, and her tongue
urged its way into his mouth. As they kissed, she reached down and gently
guided his tool to her opening. He pressed in gently, and her tunnel opened up
to accept him. They continued to kiss, and they rolled onto their sides. In
this position, they began a slow, easy rhythm. Nobody's arms got tired, and
nobody was getting crushed. It took a little getting used to, but once he did,
Ron loved this position. This was almost an extension of the massage, except
that it was mutual. Ron caressed her bruised back, and she embraced him. They
continued in this way for some time. Finally, Ron broke it off, and asked her
to turn over. He had heard of one other position, similar to the one they had
just been in. A little more difficult, he entered her from the back. His cock
pressed against the front wall of her pussy this way, allowing for greater
friction. He lightly massaged her breasts, as she pressed back into him, and
they rocked back and forth, enjoying each other's bodies. Gradually, the pace
quickened, never reaching a frenzy, but enough to make the bed squeak. They
both came together, shuddering out their orgasms with quiet moans.
"Thank you, Ron."
"For what?" He wasn't sure what she was thanking him for.
"For letting me stay. For caring for me. For caring for my body..." She
couldn't continue. He pushed himself up on one elbow, and he could see tears
in her eyes. His heart lept to his throat: he didn't want her to be sad.
"Hey, Miko, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay." He kissed away her
tears, and made a silly face. Again, he got the smile he was looking for.
"Now, do you want to help me with Mom, or are you not up to that?"
"No, I will help you. You have already done so much for me." Miko and Ron got
dressed, and headed downstairs.
This was the part Ron was dreading. He knew his mother had taken the brunt of
the attack. Both because she was the ultimate target, and because she would
have tried to defend the family. They stepped into her bedroom, and Ron almost
broke down.
"Oh, God, Mom, I'm sorry..." Miko felt his grief, and rested her hand on his
shoulder to show her support. He rested his hand on hers for a moment, then
straightened up. "Alright, let's get to work. I think we need to clean her up
before I let her feel anything again. Miko, turn on the light please. Low, so
as not to hurt her eyes. " The light just made her look worse, but Ron had to
move past that. Miko, go in the bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water.
And bring me the first aid kit, it's in there too.
Miko returned with the items to find Ron sitting on the bed holding his
mother's hand, whispering something to her. "Ron? Here are the things you
asked for." Ron took them and thanked her. He started cleaning her bruises,
and her cuts, but he'd never seen a woman bleed from her vagina before. At
least, not in this manner. "I don't know how to fix this."
"Ron? Could you not help her the same way you helped me?"
"I can try, Miko. While I'm doing that, could you see if you can clean her up
down there?" Miko set to work, while Ron rested his hand on his Mom's arm. It
didn't matter where he touched her, just so that he made contact. He saw the
damage, and he healed it as much as was possible. She would be very
uncomfortable for several days, but she would be okay. He didn't have the
energy left to deal with her other wounds, but these were all minor. He and
Miko bandaged them up before he woke her up.
Finally, there was no more point in delaying. Ron hesitated, and Miko mistook
his intent. "I should leave."
"No! I mean, no, Miko. I'm just not sure I can face her, after what I let
happen here. I really need you to help me through this." Miko returned to his
side, and placed her hand on his arm.
"I will stay. So long as you want me, I will stay."
Ron nudged his mother's mind to consciousness. He hadn't yet fixed all of what
Marinda had done. He had removed the majority of her controls, but he wanted
to apologize first, before continuing. She came out of it, slowly, and the
first words out of her mouth wrent his heart in two.
"Oh, God, this hurts." Then she saw them sitting there, and, while she didn't
remember the girl, or recognize her, she did recognize her son. "Ron." She
tried to sit up, but Ron held her down.
"Don't move around, Mom. You're pretty banged up. Oh, geez, Mom, I'm sorry..."
He couldn't even get the rest out. He broke down, and buried his face in her
shoulder.
"It wasn't your fault, Ron. There's nothing you could have done."
"But there WAS! I did fix the problem, Mom, just not in time." His words were
muffled, but she understood him.
"Well, there's no point in fussing over it now. I'm not dead, just bruised.
Bruises heal." She patted her son's head as he calmed down. She looked to the
girl. "Do I know you?"
"I'm Miko, ma'am. I came just before the evil one arrived. I'm afraid I wasn't
of much aid either."
"You're a friend of Ron's?"
Sandra understood the look she saw in the young girl's eyes far better than
Ron. *Oh, yes, she is a friend of Ron's alright. Well, she looks like a very
nice girl.* Then Miko answered. "Yes, ma'am, I guess I am. Ron has agreed to
allow me to stay with him."
"Hmmm? Oh. I see. You asked to stay?"
"Yes, he is much kinder than my family. He and I met at the dance. He was very
nice to me then. That is why I am here now." Miko was very careful to leave
out any description of what they had done, since she did not know to what
extent his mother had been influenced.
"I see. Did you enjoy his... attentions?" Sandra managed to convey an entire
array of messages with this question. *I know what you did. I am not upset. I
have been there, too. Welcome to the family.*
Miko blushed, but she murmured, "Yes, ma'am, very much."
Ron finally sat back up and said, "You know, it's not nice to talk about me
like I'm not here."
Miko refocussed her attention fully on Ron. Sandra took note of this and
smiled. Then she said, "Ron, honey. Maybe you could have stopped him, but the
important thing is that you got here before he really hurt someone bad. Where
is he?" She expected him to either say 'dead' or 'in jail'.
"I don't know. I don't care. He won't be coming back here anymore."
"And the woman?"
"She's with Dad. She just has... a few minor modifications to her attitude."
Sandra smiled at that, realizing that she herself had undergone a few of his
'minor modifications'. She had finally understood, while he was gone, that Ron
had somehow been manipulating the whole family. She was sure she should be
upset, but she found it impossible to be angry with him. So, she just accepted
it. Besides, he was a gentle lover, a good kid, smart, and would probably land
a good job when the time came. She felt she could do a lot worse. Little did
she know he'd already landed a job a hell of a lot better than any she'd
imagined.
"Well, I need to go to the restroom. Could one of you help me up?" Ron and
Miko helped her out of bed, and Miko took her to the restroom. Though Ron had
seen his mother's body, there were just some aspects of girl anatomy he had no
interest in, and how they go to the bathroom was one of them.
When his mother was finished, they got her dressed in a robe, so that she
could go see the rest of the family. The living room was a total disaster.
"It looks like a battle took place in here" His mother said.
"One did. The little witch thought she could beat me." replied Ron.
"Are you hurt at all? Did she hit you with anything?" Ron could see his Mom
still didn't quite get it.
"It wasn't a physical battle, Mom. It was a mental battle, and, no, she didn't
manage to hurt me at all. I think you should rest here, Mom. Have a seat on
the couch. I'll get the rest of the family. Miko, would you stay with her,
please, and get her whatever she needs?"
"Yes, Ron." Ron nodded his thanks, and headed upstairs.
Sandra turned to Miko. "Do you love him?"
Miko was not surprised. "Yes, I think I do."
"Well then, welcome to the family. He'll make you happy. He takes good care of
all of us."
"We should make sure to take good care of him. There are many of us, and only
one of him."
"Many? Has he added some I don't know about?"
"Possibly. I am new here."
"Well, we'll take good care of him. After all, we all love him in one way or
another."
Upstairs, Ron went into each room. Nobody was sleeping. He asked each of his
sisters if they felt well enough to come down. They both did, again thanking
him for his help with a hug and a kiss. The whole troop marched downstairs for
a big family meeting. Ron took a look around, and realized for the first time
how big his family had become. There were the originals: Mom, Nikki, Dawn.
Then there was Jess, Megan, Tammy, and Miko. He marveled at how his family had
grown in such a short time.
Both Nikki and Dawn went over and sat beside Sandra. Miko discreetly backed
off, and Ron motioned her to come sit by him.
"It's good to have you back, Ron. I see you've brought a couple new friends.
Well, you called this meeting. Go ahead."
"Thank you, Mom. First off, I want to apologize to all of you. I wish I could
have gotten here sooner, to stop Marinda before she got started." Everyone
acknowledged this in their own way, each in turn forgiving him for his error.
"Further, I want you to know that neither Dad nor Marinda will ever come
bother us again." There was general relief at that announcement.
"Now then... Tammy, when was the last time you went home?"
"Oh, about a week ago." He knew she'd been spending a lot of time over here,
even before he left.
"Well, I guess you're as much a part of the family now as anyone. As you can
see, there are now eight of us. I can't say whether or not there will be more
of us in the future...." Just then, he looked over at Dawn, and noticed the
slight bulge in her stomach. He thought it made her look very sexy. He smiled
at her, and got one in return. "Actually, I guess I can guarantee there will
be at least one more." Everyone laughed. It was just what was needed to break
the mood.
"Ron, where are we all going to sleep?"
"Well, tonight we'll just have to make do, but tomorrow, I'm going to find us
a new place to live."
"We can't afford a new place to live, honey. I'm barely making it as it is."
"Don't worry about that, Mom. I've got a job working for CAMP. You can quit
your job and stay home. My job pays way better than yours."
"Well. I can't argue with that."
"Other business that needs tending to....."
And he carried on with the new orders of business, in the new Chaffey
household.