--===CAMP: Ron's Journey - Part 4, Chapter 2===--
**Chapter 2: Research*
For the next few weeks, Ron devoted his time to teaching Michelle, and to a
lesser extent, Karen, the "tricks of the trade" of psionics. Michelle
progressed rapidly, finishing up most of her work in five weeks. Karen took
longer, but did eventually catch on. Michelle achieved the level of psion-11.
Karen's present level was only psion-8, but that would improve as she matured.
Finally, it was time to get down to some real work.
"So, am I going to get to help you with your project, or are you through with
me?" Michelle asked, after Ron had presented her with her "graduation"
certificate.
"Mickey, you can stick around as long as you like. And I would appreciate some
help with this project. I have no idea where to begin."
"Well, what do we have to do?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just be able to control the minds of everyone in the United
States." Sarcasm was dripping from Ron's voice.
"How?" Michelle inquired.
"If I knew that, I'd already be working on it. We have two basic options:
audio and video. Audio is easier to work with, so we'll start there."
"Whatever you say, Boss." She replied with a smirk. Ron was caught short, then
saw the look on her face.
"Not now, Mickey, we've got work to do." Her face fell until he added, "Maybe
later, after we get some stuff done here." And, with that, they set about
doing some research into audio technology and the effects of sound on the
brain.
Three weeks later, and there first experiment was ready to run. Of course, it
was hard to get work finished, what with all the interruptions for...
extracurricular events, but somehow they managed.
"Okay, Mickey, it's ready. Or, at least, I *think* it's ready. Who do we test
it on?"
"Why not try it on me? I trust you." That was reassuring to know, Ron thought.
"It won't work. I already tried it on myself. Whatever it is in our heads,
they block out this kind of subconscious signalling. I'm hoping that doesn't
mean it won't work on regular people."
"What about the family members?"
"Well, what if it screws up their heads? I don't want to lose any more
family." Ron was still upset at Dawn's leaving. His last report from Peter
said that Dawn was doing well at FSU, and that she had some very strange
notions about their relationship. Ron didn't know what that meant, but he
couldn't worry too much about it. He pulled himself back to their
conversation, as he realized that Michelle had said something that he missed.
"I'm sorry. My mind wandered for a second. What did you ask?"
"Ron, you need to stop worrying about Dawn. You think no one else here cares?
Hey, it was her decision. You've done all you can." Michelle reached over and
embraced him, but then pulled back. "What I asked was why we didn't just use a
high-school student?"
It was almost like smacking him in the face. "Damn! Why didn't I think of
that? Mickey, that's a perfect idea. What would I do without you?"
"Flounder like a fish out of water, but that's okay. I'll collect payment
later." The smile on her face said she would enjoy collecting, very much.
"Let's go, I think I.... oh, shit. It's not time for school yet. Wait! What
about college kids? They're still in summer session over at the Community
College."
"C'mon! How are we gonna get college kids to work with us?"
"Money. Something we have, and they want. It'll work, for sure. Let's go."
There were many to choose from on campus. They discussed alternate ways of
approaching them, and deciding which ones to use.
"Hello again." Said a familiar voice, from behind them. They both turned, and
Ron recognized the young man. A quick scan showed that this guy was ready for
contact. Unfortunately, Ron really didn't have the time for this. On the other
hand....
"Hi there, Jeff! Michelle, this is Jeff Durant. He's a student here. What is
it, third semester?"
Jeff was taken a little by surprise. He didn't remember giving this kid his
name. "Starting my third shortly. Excuse me, but I don't seem to..."
Ron interrupted. "Not here, Jeff. Is there someplace private we can talk?"
Michelle looked quizzically at Ron, so he leaned over to whisper in her ear.
"He's another psionic, and he's ready for contact. I think we can use his help
to pick our subjects." Michelle smiled and nodded.
"Well, I suppose the cafe is pretty empty about now." Jeff responded.
"That'll do, if we can speak quietly for a moment, I think some things will
become clear to you." Jeff led them over to the Student Union building, and
they took up a seat in an empty snack bar.
"The lunch crowd won't be in for another half hour. I hope you don't need more
time than that?"
"I shouldn't, though you and I are going to need to talk a lot from now on. My
name is Ron Chaffey. This is my associate, Michelle. You are Jeff Durant, and
you have an unusual talent that we need to talk about." Ron saw his face go
white, and was afraid the guy was going to bolt on him. "Relax. I'm not here
to judge your activities. Whatever you've done couldn't have possibly been any
more perverted than the shit I started with." *And am still doing,* Ron added
to himself with a smile.
"Who ARE you? What do you want with me?"
"Chill out, Jeff. Look, I represent an agency that deals with people like us.
People with The Ability. Lately, you've come to understand that you can... do
things, that you couldn't do before."
"Yeah...." Jeff responded hesitantly.
"You're just now hitting the tip of a very large iceberg. What you've
discovered is just the bacon bits on the salad." Even Ron thought that was
corny, but it got his point across. "The agency I represent was formed to help
you learn to control The Ability, and to live with its consequences."
"What is this agency called? Are they feds?"
"Everyone worries about that. No, the federal government doesn't even know of
CAMP's existence, beyond its tax forms. For rather obvious reasons, CAMP has
never been audited." Ron smiled, and Jeff returned it. "CAMP, which stands for
the Corporation for the Advancement of Mental Proficiency, is a community of
people with The Ability, people we call psionics. We are hoping you will be
interested in becoming a member of this community."
For the next twenty-five minutes, Ron and Jeff talked and discussed. As they
were finishing up talking about CAMP, the lunch crowd started to arrive.
"Do you have some time now, Jeff?" Michelle asked, finally speaking. Jeff
seemed startled at her question.
"She doesn't say much, but listen when she does," said Ron.
"Well, I don't have any more classes today. What did you have in mind?"
"Not what you're thinking!" She added a smile to ease the wound. "We need a
little help with an experiment, and we were hoping you'd be willing to help
out."
"Hey, I ain't nobody's guinea pig."
"You misunderstand," replied Ron. "All we want from you is information. Our
experiment wouldn't work on you, anyway. We need a... oh, for lack of a better
term, a 'normal'."
"Oh. Well, in that case, sure, no problem. What do ya need?"
"We need two subjects, male and female. They should either not be acquainted,
or they should dislike each other." Michelle laid out the guidelines. *Let me
do this part, please? I've got an idea.*
Ron didn't know what she had in mind, but it sounded good. *Okay, babe. Go for
it.* Ron wasn't sure if she'd be offended at that particular term of
endearment, but it didn't seem to phase her any.
They sat there through lunch, and Jeff pointed out two subjects. One was a
nerdy type, clumsy, and obviously unpopular. The other was one of the
cheerleaders for the college.
"Cheerleaders? At a community college?" Ron asked.
"Well, we do have a rugby team, and a ladies basketball team. They're real
small leagues, but we are active."
Having decided on their targets, Ron and Michelle went to work. Ron let
Michelle handle the cheerleader, so as not to seem threatening, or, worse yet,
like he was trying to hit on someone three years his senior. He headed for the
nerd.
"Excuse me, sir? May I speak to you for a moment?"
The young man looked up, surprised to see such a young person in front of him.
Rather than the annoyed response Ron was expecting, the guy was rather
pleasant.
"Sure. What can I do for you? Have a seat."
"Well, my name is Ron. As I'm sure you can tell, I'm not quite old enough to
be going here yet."
"Yeah, that was pretty obvious. So why are you here?"
"I'm doing a science project for a national competition. I need a subject who
is willing to help me out. I can't use any of my classmates, because I don't
want anyone to find out what I'm working on. I expect to win first place."
"What's the project about?"
"Oh, it has to do with human response to aural stimulus." Ron had learned lots
of big words relating to auditory science in the last few weeks. "Did I forget
to mention that the volunteers would be paid?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, you did." His eyes really lit up at that thought.
"How much?"
"Well, I'll need help for about four hours or so, and I figured to pay each
person $100. How does that sound?"
"That's quite a lot of money. How do you have that much?" The guy was a little
suspicious, but $100 was enough to feed him for the month, so he was
definitely interested.
"Oh, my family is quite wealthy. Besides, if I win the contest, I get like
$10,000, so it's no big deal, I'm borrowing the money from my old man. He says
if I don't win, he's gonna cut my allowance in half until I pay it back, but
I'm sure I can win."
"Okay, just one more question. Why'd you pick me?"
"An honest question. You looked like the smartest guy in the room, and one who
would understand scientific discovery." Play on the man's vanity, and you'll
get what you want. This, Ron had learned from his mother, who had done it to
him often enough.
"That's cool. When do you want to do it?"
Ron motioned him to wait a second. *Mickey? How's it going?*
*No problem here, Ron. She's good to go. She does want to know how much she
gets paid, though.*
*$100. When can she do it?*
*Whenever. She skips class half the time, anyway. Or so she says.* They were
avoiding the use of their power, to make sure the experiment worked, and not
them.
*Alright. Hang tight, I'll see when this guy can do it.*
"Okay... hey, what's your name, anyhow?"
"I was wondering when you'd roll around to that. It's Kyle."
"Okay, Kyle. What time is good for you?"
"Anytime after 2:00. My last class ends then."
"Okay, I want you to go to this address at 3:00, today. We should finish by
7:00 at the latest. Please, do not be late."
"I won't." Ron got up, and they shook hands. He headed over to where Michelle
was sitting with the cheerleader. He avoided looking at her in anything more
than a cursory way, to prevent her thinking he was sizing her up, and then
turned to Michelle.
"Everything okay here?"
"Yeah, no sweat. When do you want to run the experiment?"
Ron turned to look at the girl. "Is 3:00 okay for you?"
"Yeah, fine. Look, how long is this gonna take? I got a date at 9:00."
"You'll be through by then. We shouldn't go any later than 7:00." Ron handed
her a slip of paper. "Please do not be late. There are instructions on the
paper how to get to the address." The girl got up and left.
"She doesn't seem very pleasant, Mickey."
"She isn't. That's exactly what I wanted."
"Just what do you have in mind?"
"You'll see."
Both participants showed up promptly at 3:00. Michelle led them into the room
they were using as a lab. It had been converted, with a two way mirror, and
audio-visual equipment all over the place.
"Okay, if you will both sit down, I'll need to ask some questions of you. Some
of these questions are kind of personal, but let me assure you that none of
the results will be released using names of any kind. You will each be
identified as a number. Turning to Kyle, she said, "Your number is 412." To
the girl, "And yours is 413. You will each get a copy of the final report,
before actual publication. That ensures that no one is displeased with the way
their data was handled. Do you both understand?" After getting nods from both,
she proceeded with the questioning. After the obvious of height, weight, age,
etc., Michelle moved on to the more interesting questions.
"Now, these next questions are critical to the experiment. I need an honest
answer from both of you on all counts. I understand these things may be
embarrassing, but remember we are doing science here. Now then, 412, have you
ever previously had sexual intercourse?"
Michelle could see the guy was not comfortable answering the question. He
looked furtively over at the girl, and blushed.
"I need an answer, 412," Michelle prodded.
"No." He responded quietly.
"Very well. 413?"
"Of course I have. I'm no damned virgin." Her look of contempt showed what she
thought of 412.
"I see. Okay, 413, at what stage are you in your monthly cycle?"
"What the fuck has that got to do with anything?"
"Just answer the question please."
"Presently, four days past the end of my period."
"Thank you. Okay, one final question to both of you: do you find anyone else
in this room sexually stimulating? 412?"
"Yes," he replied quietly.
"Who?" Michelle was relentless.
"Both of you," was the response. Michelle found this surprising only slightly.
She admitted she had a good body, but was surprised to get a reaction out of a
college student.
"Thank you very much, 412. 413?"
"Not in the least." She gave 412 a look of revulsion. Michelle was having to
restrain herself from hauling off and whacking 413. She had never understood
the attitude of superiority of some women. Michelle was a genuinely helpful
person, and liked to make everyone around her cooperate, and generally treat
each other with respect. She found 413's attitude to be in non-compliance with
her outlook on life, and that was why she had chosen her for the experiment.
"Please wait here. Ron will be in shortly to explain the experiment to you."
Michelle left the two of them alone. No conversation was exchanged whatsoever.
"What was all that about, Mickey?"
"I just wanted to see what they were like, that's all. They fit my plan
perfectly."
"Okay, fine. You want to enter your commands to them now?"
"Yeah, let me do that while you go explain the experiment to them. I need to
only say things once, right?"
"That's right. The computers will take care of the rest of it."
"Okay, thanks." She gave him a quick kiss, and then ducked into the sound
room.
The atmosphere back in the lab was chilly at best when Ron walked in. "Well,
folks, we're almost ready to start the test. What's about to happen is pretty
straightforward. We want you both to sit comfortably, and stare at this wall
in front of you. I suppose stare is the wrong word. You can close your eyes if
you choose, we'd just like to cut down on as much visual input as possible, so
don't look around. Then, we'll play some sounds. It'll take about fifteen
minutes for this first one, and then I'll come in and ask for your reactions
to it. I realize this may seem strange to you now. My questions later will
make things clearer. Please, just sit back and relax, and enjoy the session."
Ron made sure they were both comfortable, and headed out of the room to the
sound booth.
"Everything ready in here, babe?"
"Sure is. Come on in, we can watch from here."
"Wait a second. You mind telling me what you've got programmed in there?"
"Well, the guy is just going to become a little less shy, and much less
inhibited. The girl is about to find this guy completely irresistible. Kind of
like I find you...." There was a familiar twinkle in her eye.
"Not now, damn it! We've got to see if this works." Meanwhile, Ron mentally
prodded the pleasure center in her brain. She shuddered from the endorphin
rush.
"I love it when you do that," she cooed. More seriously, she continued, "Okay,
we're ready to give it a shot, if you approve."
"Hey, why not? Let's run with it." Into the PA system, he said, "All right,
guys, here goes. Like I said, just relax." He nodded to Michelle, who started
the computer program.
Inside the room, all that was heard was a low grade buzzing.
*What a fucking annoying noise.* Thought 413, whose real name was Anna. Anna
was 5'8" tall, with wavy black hair that fell down to the middle of her back.
She had aristocratic features, and the body to go with them. Her breasts were
ample, and they were nicely outlined by her sweater. Her legs were supple and
tanned. Her whole body gave the impression of a cat, ready to pounce. She was
fit and agile. She was also of the belief that she was the most important
person in the world, better than everyone around her. *If I wasn't getting
paid for this, there is no damned way I would sit here and listen to this crap
next to this geek.*
Kyle, on the other hand, was intrigued. *Well, the noise is certainly not
intended to be pleasing to the ear, although I suppose I could get used to
it.* Kyle was a skinny guy, underweight because he kept forgetting, in his
studies, to eat. He had moppy blonde hair, green eyes, and pale skin that
freckled in the sun. He was 5'4" tall, and gangly. He was not by any standards
handsome, though he wasn't truly ugly, just sort of, *there*. The kind of
person you sort of glossed over and didn't really see. *Damn, I get paid
money, just to sit and listen to this?*
The first series was just the precursor set. It was, assuming it worked,
supposed to prepare the mind for any future messages. It opened up certain
pathways in the mind to allow the real commands easier access to the
subconscious pathways in the brain. After fifteen minutes, the noise stopped,
and Ron went back into the lab.
"Okay, guys. I know, that noise is pretty annoying. The next one will be more
pleasant. But, what I need to know now is, relative to how you felt when you
came in, are you more tense, or more relaxed?"
Both parties responded that they were more relaxed. "Very good. Now, beyond
that, did either of you have any... oh,... 'visualizations' while you were
listening? In other words, did your mind conjure up any specific imagery?"
Neither of them could point to anything specific.
"One last question: Do either of you, at this point in time, feel
significantly different, besides the things you have mentioned, than when you
walked in here?" Neither of them did. "Okay. During the second sound, feel
free to let your eyes wander wherever. Visual input will not greatly affect
response on the next sound, we've already proven that. So, sit back and let
your mind roam. Have fun."
Ron went back to the sound booth, and Michelle began the second program. The
second program focussed much more on the personality programming Michelle had
decided upon. Though the full treatment would require two doses of fifteen
minutes each.
In the lab, Kyle was staring blatantly at Anna. Anna was studiously ignoring
him, and focussed on her fingernails. At least, at first. As the time wore on,
she began to briefly glance at him. *You know, he's not that bad after all....
What am I saying?! Well, he is sort of cute... Shit! What the hell is
happening to me?* Anna was starting to wonder about her sanity. *Maybe being
cooped up in this little room is starting to get to me.* She wasn't bright
enough to know about brainwashing, or even subliminal science. Kyle, on the
other hand, had noticed her glances. *Hmmm. I wonder what this experiment is
really all about. She wouldn't even deign to look at my shoes before. Now
she's looking at me every ten seconds.*
The sound, which was reminiscent of falling water, but more musical,
continued, and Anna continued to doubt her sanity. The more she looked at
Kyle, however, the more she felt he was really cute. Beyond cute, he was
starting to make her hot. She felt glad when the sound kicked off. Kyle was
just starting to hope for some headway, and was disappointed at the abrupt
cessation of the noise. However, he did notice that she still kept looking at
him. Just then, Ron re-entered the room.
"So, did everyone enjoy that noise more?" Kyle answered in the affirmative,
but Anna just sort of nodded. She was having trouble taking her eyes off Kyle.
"Good. Now, I'm going to ask you pretty much the same questions, with just
some minor alterations. Do both of you feel more relaxed now than after the
last sound, or not?" Both responded that they felt about the same.
"That's to be expected, given the program of sounds we're using. Alright, did
either of you have any visualizations this time?" Receiving a negative reply,
he continued. "Do either of you feel significantly different now than after
the last sound?" Kyle said no, but Anna was unclear.
"It's a fairly straightforward question, 413. Do you now feel different from
what you felt fifteen minutes ago?"
"Yes, I do. But I really can't explain it."
"Explanations aren't necessary at this time. The fact that you feel different
is answer enough. One final question, and then we'll move on to the next
sound. 412, who do you feel is the most important person in the free world?"
"Well, I suppose I would have to say, the President of the United States,
whoever that happens to be at any point in time."
*Standard answer, very good. Just about what I'd have expected. Now, a test.*
"413? Who is the most important person in the free world?"
"412." *What? What did I just say! He's not.... well, yeah, I guess... What's
happening to me?*
"Interesting response. Very well. The next sound should be fairly
invigorating, so feel free to move around and do whatever comes to mind." Ron
chanced a look at Kyle, who was now eyeing up Anna quite liberally. Anna, no
longer her bitchy superior self, now stared back.
The third and final program was the key sequence. It allowed for specific
command entry, and emotional imprinting. This process actually took twenty
minutes, but neither Michelle nor Ron figured the participants would mind very
much.
"How long you figure it'll take, Mickey?"
"Oh, maybe ten minutes, given her present state of mind."
"Something like that. You are a devious one. Remind me not to get on your bad
side." He gave her a squeeze, and then entered the command for the final
sequence into the computer. "It should be an interesting show."
In the lab, both participants were heating up. Kyle had gotten up and started
pacing around the room, his energy level peaking. This was part of the
programming, it allowed him to fully participate in what was coming. Anna was
now becoming extremely aroused by seeing her man strutting before her. *My
man?!? He's just a... a... a... Master, to be served! A controller! A hunk! I
must have him!* As the last of her barriers was torn down, she stood up from
her chair and went to him.
"What is your name?" She asked.
"Kyle. And yours?"
"I am Anna. Do you find me attractive?"
"Yes. Very much so." An hour ago, Kyle would not have been able to speak with
her this close. The programming had allowed him the freedom to voice his
feelings.
"Would you like to see more of me?"
"Absolutely."
Anna proceeded to remove her sweater. Underneath, she was wearing only a bra.
Kyle reached out tentatively to cup one of her tits. Anna pressed into his
hand when he made contact, and moaned huskily. Kyle reached around, and
unfastened her bra. He pulled it off her arms, exposing her breasts to his
view. They were magnificent and firm, sagging not at all. The nipples each
were like pencil erasers, standing proudly from small, tight aureoles. Kyle
cupped her breasts again, kneading them, pinching the nipples. With each
touch, Anna became more aroused. She pushed her skirt down off her legs,
leaving her clad only in panties and her shoes and socks.
Kyle's hands were now roaming all over her body. When they finally ventured
between her thighs, Anna orgasmed on the spot. Kyle was dumbstruck, never
having seen a woman naked, let alone one who was orgasming, he was unsure of
what to do. Luckily for him, Anna knew what she was doing.
Anna pushed her shoes off her feet, and then pushed her panties down off her
hips. Kyle got the idea, and finished removing them. She moved over to the
table and lay down on it, holding her legs spread, so that her pussy was wide
open to see. "Take me, Master. I am yours!"
Kyle was completely turned on by this. He fairly tore his clothes off. When he
finally stood before her naked, his rod was already fully rigid. And the
surprise for everyone was, it was the only thing on him that *wasn't* skinny!
His cock was slightly longer than average, and quite thick. Anna nearly
swooned when she saw it.
"Put it in me, Master! Please!"
Kyle was only too happy to comply. He placed his cockhead at the obscenely
spread opening to her pussy, and pushed forward. He slid into her easily,
enjoying the utter ecstasy of her warmth. Kyle let out a fervent grunt upon
reaching his full depth, his balls resting against her ass cheeks. He didn't
rest for long, though. He started a pounding rhythm into her that would have
moved the table across the room, had it not been bolted in place. (The room
had been designed with this sort of activity in mind.) With each thrust, Anna
was grunting and moaning and uttering encouragement to her lover.
"Yes! Oh yes, fuck me, Master! Oh that is so wonderful!" And the like were
filling the room. Kyle was silent, his head locked back, staring at the
ceiling. His furious pace continued, until he shot his load deep into her
womb. Feeling his cum inside her, Anna immediately had the most intense orgasm
of her life. Surprisingly, to Kyle, he was not going limp, but had only lost a
bit of his rigidity. He began stroking again, and found himself coming back to
full hardness. *Looks like I can keep going...*
In the sound booth, very little of this was noticed. Ron and Michelle had
watched until they were certain of the outcome, but then their own lusts took
over.
Ron moved over to Michelle, and took her face in his hands. He kissed her
deeply, warmly, sensuosly. Her tongue darted into his mouth, and a brief
battle was fought, resulting in a draw.
Ron moved his hands down her back until he reached her ass. He picked her up
off her stool, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her over
against the wall, still kissing her. He proceeded, with difficulty, to remove
her blouse and bra. He massaged her breasts, focussing on her nipples.
Ron sent continuous waves of pleasure through Michelle's enraptured mind,
heightening her experience and driving her towards climax. He stepped back,
and she remained, floating in air for him, so that he could remove her jeans.
He unfastened them and pulled them off her legs, revealing her sinuous,
well-defined lower limbs, and driving him crazy with desire for her.
Quickly, he removed her panties, leaving her completely nude. She floated over
to him, and they embraced. Michelle, lacking Ron's finesse, but making up for
it with enthusiasm, sent a flood of positive feelings into his mind. They were
both very quickly enveloped in their emotions, lurching ever onward toward an
exquisite peak of pleasure.
Slowly, Ron entered her. Letting out a soft hiss of pleasure, she sank, inch
by inch, down onto his engorged member. Her pussy undulated on his cock,
giving him intensely pleasant feelings. As soon as she reached bottom, she
lifted herself slowly back up, not increasing the pace at all. She continued,
down and back up, over and over, at the same torturously slow pace. She was
driving him wild, and she knew it.
As a regular consequence of their lovemaking, they were floating several feet
off the floor by now. They rolled to the horizontal, and Ron moved himself so
that Michelle was on top. Assuming a traditional position, She started to ride
his cock faster, her tits bouncing freely, until he embraced them with his
hands, massaging them and tweaking her nipples. He knew this would drive her
crazy with desire.
Soon, their action became more frenetic. They bounced off the ceiling and two
walls, and were rapidly heading toward a third. At this point, Ron had moved
to her side, raising her leg to allow him access. She enjoyed this position
immensely, and he knew he could get her off this way.
As they reached the wall with the window in it, Michelle took them both closer
to the floor. *Ron, honey? Take me in my ass, please?*
*Whatever you want, babe.* They both came to their feet on the floor, and
Michelle placed her hands on the two way mirror. In the lab, Anna and Kyle
were still going at it, but neither Ron nor Michelle gave a damn at this
point.
Ron pressed his organ against her asshole, and slowly pushed it into her
bowels. Gently, he eased his way into her until his dick was fully inside her.
He pulled out, and eased back in, repeating the process until Michelle
loosened up.
Then Ron picked the pace back up. The respite allowed them both to ease down
from their earlier level, and prolong the enjoyment. As Ron increased speed,
he grabbed her hips for leverage. Michelle reached down to tease her clit with
one hand, while keeping the other on the window for support.
Soon they were approaching their peak again. Ron was pumping in and out of her
ass furiously, and she was writhing on his dick in ecstasy. Finally, she
straightened up, and leaned back into Ron. He reached around her and fondled
her tits, still pumping into her. Just as they were both about to come, they
each sent another wave of pleasure through the other's mind. As they came
together, Michelle turned her head towards Ron, and they locked their lips
into a feverish kiss. They stayed like that for some minutes, unaware and
uncaring of their surroundings.
Some time later, when Anna and Kyle had finished their gyrations and cleaned
themselves up, Ron met them back in the lab. Anna was very subdued and quiet.
She deferred to Kyle whenever a question was asked.
"So, 412, do you feel more relaxed or more tense than after the second sound?"
Both Ron and Kyle had trouble keeping a straight face. Kyle decided to play
along.
"Oh, I feel much more relaxed now." Ron made a great show of writing this
down.
"413?"
"I feel.... just fine," she responded.
"Uh-huh, I'll bet." Ron smirked. "Okay, no visualizations? Good. Do you feel
different now from after the second sound?" Both heads nodded in the
affirmative. "Perfect. Well, that concludes our test. Are there any
questions?" Kyle obviously had questions, but was hesitant to ask in front of
Anna. "Anna, would you please go outside and wait with my associate, Michelle?
Thank you." They waited until she closed the door behind her.
"What in the hell was this really all about?" Kyle wanted to know.
"I can't really say. Do you object to the results?"
"Hell, no! But, you're not just some high school kid, are you?"
"Not hardly. I've validated part of my research. That's all I needed to do."
"What do I do with her now? I mean, what's with this 'Master' bit?"
"That is her sexual personna. If you don't like it, you can order her to
change it. When not sexually aroused, she will act, well, normal for a
submissive girl. She will defer to you all important decisions."
"What about her boyfriend, and her other friends? How do I explain this to
anybody?"
"You'll think of something, or let her do it. She's probably not as stupid as
she acts. As for the boyfriend though, I'd have her meet him tonight and break
up with him. It'll still be rough on you, especially since he's probably a
jock, but he'll get over it. Anyway, for now she's yours. This treatment
doesn't wear off, but if you want to get rid of her, just command her to no
longer be interested in you, and to find another target for her affection."
"That'll work?"
"It's part of the.... effect." Ron had almost said 'programming', but that
would have revealed too much.
"Well, thanks."
"No problem. I got almost as much out of it as you did." They shook hands, and
walked out to where the ladies were waiting.