--===CAMP: Ron's Journey - Part 4, Chapter 4===--
**Chapter 4: Mass Distribution*
"Look, I need to know all four steps. And I have to know them *now*. I can't
wait until later, because I will have to present this as a cohesive package to
the distributors, and also, the program builds on itself, so your concept of
four separate installments just won't work."
"I see," replied the committee member. "Very well. Here is what we need the
American people to believe at the end of the programming..."
When the man left, Ron was stunned. The plan was utterly simple, yet
devilishly tricky to pull off. And the ramifications.... *I don't know if I
want to be a part of this or not. On the other hand, what choice do I have at
this point? How do I deal with this?* Ron had just decided to postpone his
deliberation for another time, when he heard a ruckus raised in another room.
He went to investigate.
What he saw were his two girls, Nikki and Tammy, rolling around on the floor
fighting. Other family members were staring, unsure of what to do. No one in
the family had caused this kind of trouble before.
"ENOUGH!!" Ron's voice bellowed across the room, freezing everyone in their
tracks. Nikki and Tammy both bolted to their feet, and cowered slightly as he
approached. Kumiko, who would normally have intervened on their behalf, was
cringing on the other side of the room. Nobody expected Linda to step up to
bat for them.
Linda moved quickly in front of Ron. "Ron, wait. Don't deal with this while
you're angry. You might do something that you normally wouldn't, something
you'll regret doing when you think back on it. Please, just take a moment to
calm down. For me?" She gave him a pleading look that stopped him in his
tracks.
Ron considered for a second her request, and realized she was right. He took a
few deep breaths and closed his eyes. When he felt relaxed enough, he opened
his eyes, and gave Linda a kiss. "Thank you." Then he moved past her to the
girls. "What is going on?"
They both started talking at once, then stopped. They started again, and then
they just glared at each other. Ron was having a hard time not laughing. Linda
had broken the tension for him, if not for anyone else. He found this exchange
utterly funny, but he knew nobody else would understand him laughing just now.
"Nikki? You first."
"Ron, she's just become impossible. She steals my boyfriend, gets me kicked
off the debate team, and intentionally makes me look bad in front of my
teachers. Today, she stole my homework and I got an 'F' on my assignment!"
Nikki looked ready to go back at it.
"Tammy? Care to comment?"
"I didn't *steal* her boyfriend, he chose to go out with me. As to the other
stuff, I won't even dignify it with a comment."
"I see. Well, is there any chance that you two are going to resolve this on
your own?" Ron got no response. "Does anyone else have anything to add?"
Sandra stepped forward. "Ron, honey, this fight has been going on now for a
month. We've tried not to bother you with it."
"A month, huh? Well, that certainly does imply they aren't going to get over
it. So, you two, what do I do about this?" Neither of them had an answer. "If
I force you two to make up, it won't make any real difference, will it?" He
received reluctant shakes of the head. "Fine. Then you'll just have to be
separated."
Nobody really knew what he meant by that, and they were all waiting for him to
explain. Tammy was the first to get up the courage to ask. "What do you mean,
Ron?"
"I mean, Tammy, that it is time for you to go home. I allowed you to stay here
as Nikki's friend and companion. If you can no longer fill that role, it is
time for you to leave. Your old room is waiting for you, and, according to my
last phone conversation with your parents they would be happy to have you
back. Of course, that was a couple of months ago. Megan will help you pack
your stuff, and I'll go call your parents. Get moving."
Tammy and Megan headed upstairs, and Nikki walked over and embraced Ron.
"Thank you, big brother. I knew you'd be on my side."
"You're my sister, Nikki. Tammy's just an acquaintance. She wasn't even a
slave like Kumiko and Megan. She was just your friend. If you don't want her
here anymore, then she goes. You should have said something to me a long time
ago." Ron bent down and kissed his sister. "Remember that I love you, Sis."
Ron turned to Linda, and said, "I want to thank you again for stopping me back
there. I was pretty upset. I'm glad you chose to stay here." He embraced her,
and then left the room.
Sandra looked at Linda and said, "At least he listens to someone around here."
"What do you mean?" She replied.
"Ron hasn't taken orders from me in years." Sandra's voice betrayed no
bitterness, just a wistful sadness. "I'm really not much of a mother,
anymore."
"This is an unusual family, Sandy. I don't know why I feel comfortable here,
but I certainly do seem to fit right in."
"We're all glad you're here, ya know." interjected Nicole.
"I'm glad to hear that, Nikki, because I really don't want to leave."
Ron had returned to his workshop to call the O'Rourkes. "Yes, ma'am. No,
problem, she'll be wating when you get here.... You do know how to get here,
right?....That...that's right. Okay, then.... Good-bye." Ron hung up the
phone, and turned to see his sister standing in the doorway. "Hey, Nik. What's
up?"
She walked over to him, and sat on the edge of his workbench. "I don't get it,
Ron. I really expected you to be all pissed off about this. I mean, you really
like Tammy, and you and I haven't.... you know, in a long time. I was worried
you'd take her side about this whole deal."
Ron took her hand, and pulled her to him. "Yes, I like Tammy. I'd have been
okay with it if you two had remained friends and stayed here until you were
grown. But I've got a lot on my mind now. CAMP has got a lot of work for me to
do, and I'm still struggling with some stuff that I'd just as soon not bother
the family about. To make a long story short, I don't have time to try to work
this out. You guys can't make it work on your own, so this seems like an ideal
solution. Besides, you seem more interested in guys now than girls." With
that, he pulled his sister down into his lap.
Nikki automatically placed her arms around her brother's neck. She leaned her
head on his shoulder, and they sat like that for some time. Ron rubbed his
sister's back, relaxing her out of her tension. He began to kiss her neck
where he had access. Certainly she could feel his dick pressing against her
leg through both their pants. She sat up, and gave him her best come on look.
"Are you trying to make out with me, big brother?"
"Is it working?" He asked.
"Absolutely." She pressed her lips to his, and they kissed. He unbuttoned her
blouse, and pulled it off her. In turn, she removed his shirt. Without
breaking the kiss, they both stood and began to undo each others' pants. Soon,
they were both completely disrobed.
Nikki finally broke the kiss, and dropped to her knees. "Remember this, Ron?"
she asked as her lips engulfed his cock. It had been a long time since Ron and
Nikki had last made love, and he had allowed himself to forget how talented
she was.
*Oh my God, that feels so wonderful!* Nikki's lips played up and down his
shaft, sending shivers up and down his body. Her tongue writhed along the
underside of his dick, twisting and licking as she sucked for all she was
worth. It wasn't long before Ron felt the familiar tingles that meant he was
ready to burst. He gently took her head in his hands, and pushed his cock down
her throat. She continued her sucking as best she could, and that sent him
over the edge. He poured wad after creamy wad of cum down her throat, until at
last he had no more to give. He released her, but she continued sucking. Soon
she had him back to hardness.
She rose to her feet, and hopped up onto the workbench. She spread her legs
wide, and gave her brother a sluttish look. "Your turn."
Ron complied, and dropped his mouth onto her pussy. He began licking her slit
up and down in long, languorous strokes. Occasionally, he'd flick his tongue
over her clit, and she would shiver uncontrollably. He worked a single finger
into her cunt while he was sucking, moving it slowly in and out. Once he had
it well lubed, he pressed his finger into her ass. Nikki moaned, at first in
pain, then in lust. Ron took her clit into his mouth and applied heavy
suction. Meanwhile, his finger had worked itself fully into her bowels, and
was now moving in and out at a steady pace. She was thrashing all over the
workbench, and Ron knew she was close. He bit down lightly on her clit, and
she screamed out her orgasm. She was flying high, completely oblivious to the
world in her orgasmic haze. For minutes, she rolled her head and her body
spasmed. Finally, she came down, but what she wanted was... more.
"I need you inside me, Ron. Fuck me. Screw my brains out!"
Ron was ready for this, and rose quickly to place his cock at her opening. He
teased her briefly, rubbing his cock across her slit, but resisting all
attempts to get it inside her. Finally, he placed his cock at her hole, and
pressed in. In one long, slow, glorious stroke, he slid his cock in her to the
hilt. He bent over and kissed his sister, letting his tongue roam her mouth.
He tweaked her nipple and massaged her breast, and then began to fuck her. He
began slow, but it didn't stay that way. Soon, it escalated into a mad frenzy
of thrashing body parts.
Ron grabbed Nikki up, and they both tumbled to the floor. Ron rolled on top,
and continued pummeling into her. Nikki's moans were continuous now, her hips
thrusting back up at Ron to match each of his own. Higher and higher they
rode, climbing what seemed an endless slope of ecstasy.
Ron, knowing what his sister truly loved, reached out with his extension and
formed it into a cock. This, he slid home into her ass. Nikki, not expecting
the intrusion, was jolted as if by an electric shock. Soon her face took on
the smile of a woman happy with the world. It was the most serene expression
he had ever seen, and it warmed his heart to know he had made her that way.
He continued ramming into her, pulling his dick out as he pushed his extension
in. Her cries grew louder and louder, until finally they both climaxed in a
glorious orgasm of pleasure. Neither of them could think for several moments,
until the drew down from their heights of enjoyment.
"That was absolutely wonderful, Nikki." Ron kissed her tenderly on the lips.
"I missed you, big brother. Let's do this more often, okay?" She kissed him
this time, letting him know she was his, now, and always.
Ron was looking down at the passing countryside from 35,000 feet. His first
class seat was very comfortable, and there was no one sitting next to him to
be a bother. Had Ron been a less cautious individual than he was, he might
have decided to have some fun with the stewardess, who was very cute. He
busied himself trying to work together a sales pitch for his new program. He
was afraid that mind control was becoming too prevalent a part of his tactics.
He felt that they should be used in less obtrusive ways, as he had done with
his Family. Forcibly changing wills so abruptly seemed to him to be a
dangerous thing to do, though he could no more point to an actual hazard than
he could shake the feeling that there was something wrong in this whole
scheme.
Ron had decided to go along with CAMP's mission, after long internal debates
and a very roundabout discussion with Linda. She refused to be let in on any
of the specifics, insisting it wasn't "her place" to know about important
details of his work. He had finally come to the conclusion that the Russians
would probably make similar changes to his parent society, but would be much
more abrupt in the process. Also was the nontrivial possibility that they
would turn his country into one big slave state. That would not be allowed to
happen so long as Ron breathed.
Ron got off the plane in Los Angeles, and was greeted by a man named Taylor.
"James sent me as a guide for you. I am completely familiar with the Los
Angeles area, and most of Southern California."
"That's cool. Let's drop off my bags, and then we can get to work."
After checking him into his hotel, Taylor showed Ron some sights on their way
to their first appointment.
"So, Taylor, who do I meet first?"
"Lee Franz, the head of visual effects at ILM."
"That's cool. Anything in particular I should know about this guy before I go
into his office?"
"Not that I know of, but I'm not on the "inside track", if you know what I
mean. Hollywood isn't my normal territory."
"Not a problem. I've learned to think on my feet."
"So I've been told. You've become something of a legend in the organization.
Your bio was very enlightening."
"Glad you enjoyed it. Wish I'd had a hand in writing it, though. They tended
to attribute the wrong motives to people's actions. This the place?"
"Sure is. Industrial Light and Magic: the dream factory. You need a special
effect done, these guys can do it. Franz's office is on the fourth floor.
They're expecting you in about 15 minutes. I'll be waiting here when you get
out."
Ron thanked Taylor and headed in the building. On the elevator ride up to the
fourth floor, he could feel the butterflies dancing in his stomach.
"Jitters?" Ron was startled out of his reverie by the young woman standing
next to him.
"Excuse me?"
"I asked if you had the jitters. Going in to see the boss?"
"I don't work here, but, yes, I'm going to see Mr. Franz. And yes, I do have
the jitters."
"Don't worry. I'm his secretary. He's a nice guy. He'll treat you fair. Hey,
are you Mr..... um.... Chaney? No, that's not right... Chaffey! Are you Mr.
Chaffey?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, the boss has been talking about you all day. Not sure what to make of
you. 'There are no really new effects out there,' he says. 'Only new twists on
old stuff.'"
"I hope that I can convince him otherwise."
"You'll do great. Come on." She led him down a corridor and into a plush
waiting room. "He's ready for you now, so go ahead and go in. Good luck!"
Ron thanked the nice lady, and walked through a set of wooden double doors. In
the room were a man and a woman. The man he assumed to be Mr. Franz. He
scanned the woman. She was his "executive assistant". *More likely, a good
lay* Ron thought. He was surprised to find that he was wrong. Mr. Franz had
not gotten into this young woman's pants, though further scanning revealed
that he desperately wanted to. *Ahhhh. An opening.*
"Good afternoon, Mr. Franz. I'm Ron Chaffey." Ron reached out to shake. Franz
took his hand, and then introduced Kathleen DeMarco, his executive assistant.
Ron politely acknowledged her, and then they got down to business.
"So, Mr. Chaffey, just what is it you have that's so great? Some new
stop-motion techique? Or a new twist on Go-Motion? What are we going to look
at?"
"Well, sir, this falls into the realm of CGI, and it's not a scene-maker in
and of itself. It's more a sort of visual effect that could be useful in many
of todays science fiction films. The tape I brought along with me really
doesn't do the effect justice...." Conversation proceeded for about twenty
minutes, at which point Ron could tell he was not getting through to his
audience.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Chaffey, but this just doesn't sound like something that ILM
could use at this time."
"How can you tell without having seen it, sir?"
"I'm a professional son."
"I understand that, sir. And I know that your time is limited. If I could,
perhaps, show it to Ms. DeMarco, and she could let you know if it is worth
looking into? Then you could move on to other business."
Ms. DeMarco didn't see a problem with that, and, Franz was thinking, *The kid
deserves at least a look-see, I suppose. Not by me, but Kath deserves some
extra work for her cold attitude toward me these last few weeks.* "All right,
head over to her office, and show her the tape. I'll get a report from her
later."
Ron and Kathleen headed over to her office. "Don't expect me to be any easier
to convince than he is, kid. I don't even like sci-fi crap."
"Not a problem, ma'am. You'll love this. If you could just make yourself
comfortable.... Oh, I see you don't have a VOD player here. Mind if I just
hook this up through my computer to your TV?"
"If it won't take forev-" Ron was finished before she got the sentence out.
He'd done it too many times for it to take long. "Very well, proceed."
For the next ten minutes, the woman stared at the most breathtaking effect she
had ever seen. She was drawn into it, became a part of it. When he was
finished, Ron turned off the TV, and removed the new commands from his
computer program. *Mr. Franz should love the new Kathleen.* Ron walked over to
her desk, and jotted down a note. She was awaiting commands from Ron, as per
the programming he had just shown her. He stepped in front of her to deliver
his message.
"When I leave this room, you will awaken. You will act normally, and you will
forget about this tape, until Mr. Franz calls you to talk about it. When he
does, you will go to his office, give him this note, and then follow the
instructions already given to you. Do you understand, Kathleen?" Kathleen
slowly nodded comprehension, and Ron gathered up his belongings, and left.
Down in the car, Taylor asked, "How did it go?"
"Don't know yet. We'll have to see what comes about tomorrow. Now then, should
we head over to Paramount, or Universal?"
The rest of the day was spent in a like manner. Nobody wanted to deal with a
snotty, pushy young punk. He had a solution to this, of course.
Franz had pretty much forgotten the ambitious youngster who'd tried to sell
him on a new effect, until Miss Malloy, his secretary, reminded him that Ron
had left his card. "What shall I do with it, sir?"
"Throw it- no, wait. I suppose I should talk to Ms. DeMarco first. After all,
the kid might be onto something." He dialed up Kathleen's extension, and, when
she picked up, he said, "Kathleen, what did you think of that kid's 'great new
effect'?" He didn't understand why he heard silence at the other end of the
line. "Kathleen? Ms. DeMarco!"
Kathleen DeMarco strolled into Franz's office at that moment. Seeing the look
on her face, Miss Malloy made a hasty exit.
"What the hell? I didn't need you to come all the way over here to give me an
answer." Silently, she handed him a note. He grabbed his glasses, and unfolded
the note.
"Mr. Franz: what is about to happen to you is a minor result of the special
effect I tried to show you today. Obviously, you need first hand knowledge of
how saleable it could be. I wish for you to think it over very carefully. That
is, after you're done. Regards, Ron Chaffey"
"Now what the devil is that supposed to mean, 'when I'm done?" At that moment,
he looked up to see Kathleen DeMarco standing in her bra and panties, giving a
sultry look that begged him to throw her down and screw her brains out. "Ms.
DeMarco, what the...." He realized that she would never, under her own free
will, choose to come into his office and stand in front of him half naked.
*So, the kid's invented a television hypnosis device. Interesting. And, I
think, tonight will be most enjoyable indeed.*
Lee got up and moved around his desk. Kathleen didn't move. He ran his hand up
her arm, and across her shoulders as he walked around her. He ended up
standing in front of her, staring her straight in the eye. "Why are you doint
this, Kathleen?"
"I am here to do as you wish, Mr. Franz."
"What if I ask you to do something you don't like?"
"My likes and dislikes are irrelevant. Your wishes are my only concern."
Lee reached out and ran his hand over her bra-clad chest. She shivered, but
did not object. *This is going to be fun.* He reached behind him and hit the
electronic lock for the door. The room was well soundproofed, so no one
outside would hear them. He stepped behind her and undid her bra. He pushed it
off of her arms, and it dropped to her feet. He walked back in front of her to
admire the view. Her breasts were large, about a 36C, with large nipples,
jutting out from her tits, hardened either by the sudden chill, or arousal.
Lee could have cared less why, but the sight was awe-inspiring. He reached out
and grasped her left tit in his hand. He squeezed and pulled it, watching her
reaction. She was definitely becoming aroused by the attention, and her
involuntary shudder as he pinched her nipple was interesting. He moved in
closer, rubbing his body up against hers.
"How long will these effects last, or do you know?"
"The effects of the visual stimulus are permanent, but what you are seeing now
is a special program. Once today is over, I will return to my normal
disposition, though I have been ordered to be nicer to you." This was recited
almost like a recording.
"In that case, I'm going to enjoy myself while I can." He brought his lips to
hers and kissed her. She returned the kiss with vigor, embracing him and
pressing her body into his. Her tongue darted into his mouth, moving, grazing,
coaxing his tongue into her mouth, and back again. Lee mauled her breasts,
kneading and twisting them. Soon he wanted better contact, and nearly tore off
his shirt and trousers, flinging his shoes across the room in his haste.
He plastered his body against Kathleen's, resuming their kissing, and now
groping all over. Lee was squeezing Kathleen's ass, and she was rubbing his
back. He reached further down, between her ass cheeks, and felt the wetness of
her pussy through her panties. He knew he had to get at that, but first, he
wanted her to demean herself, just a little.
"On your knees." She complied immediately, which Lee liked. "Now, take out my
cock and suck it." She reached her hands up and pulled down his briefs. His
cock popped out, standing fully erect. Gently, she took him into her hands,
rubbing them up and down the shaft, while she placed soft feather kisses on
his cock head. She ran her tongue slowly from the base of his cock, wiggling
it back and forth over the veined surface, until she reached the very tip,
where she slid it over his pisshole repeatedly. Then she slid back down, only
this time she was engulfing his cock in her mouth. She tongued him as she
sucked, fucking him with her mouth. Her cheeks caved in and returned with the
force of her suction. Lee was in ecstasy. "Oh, God, yes, that feels good!"
Kathleen continued this action for some minutes. Lee, who was holding out only
by sheer force of will, finally caved in, and came in an explosive orgasm.
"YES!" Kathleen sucked up every drop of his come and swallowed it. She
continued sucking until he was completely dry. Dry, but now very much stiff
again.
"Okay, get up." She rose to her feet, and stood at the ready. "Will you
remember this day when it is over?"
"Yes, though I will not be able to talk about it except with you." This was
not entirely accurate, but she wasn't allowed to tell him about Ron's special
orders.
"Good. Take off your panties, and hand them to me." She bent down and pulled
her panties off her legs. She straightened, and handed them to Lee. "I'm going
to keep these in my desk drawer. Maybe, when you get bitchy on me, I'll take
them out and remind you of the position you once held. That is, the proper
position for you, bitch. Get down on your hands and knees like the bitch you
are."
Kathleen complied with her orders. Had she not been under the influence of
programming, she would have been terrified. Of course, had she not been under
the influence of programming, she wouldn't have been there.
Lee examined her pussy. It was wet, and warm, and inviting. It seemed to be
inviting him to pound it raw, and so that's what he was going to do. He
kneeled behind her and put his cock at the entrance to her cunt. He pushed the
head in, and then paused. He leaned over her, placing his hands on her
shoulders, and started rutting. He rammed into her fast and hard. Even as
lubricated as she was, this was not all that pleasant for Kathleen. He was
pounding up against her pelvis with each stroke, and jabbing at her insides.
Soon she was grunting with each stroke. "That's right, bitch. Bark like the
dog you are!"
Tiring of this, Lee pulled out. Kathleen was grateful for the respite, but it
wasn't a long one. Lee stroked his cock a couple of times in hand, then aimed
for her rosebud. Kathleen had never been taken anally, and so was unprepared
for the rude awakening. Lee pressed in unceasingly, not wavering in his
pressure. The pain drove Kathleen to emit a long, low howl. This drove him on
even more, and he pressed in harder. Finally, he was fully inside her. He took
a moment's breather, and then pulled back out. As she loosened, he increased
the tempo. Soon, she was grunting again, as he pummelled her backside with his
hips. Lee was thoroughly enjoying himself, and wished he could do this more
often. *Maybe that Chaffey kid could work something out...*
As he thought this, he thought of all the other women in the building he'd
just love to get out of their clothes. As his mind roamed over the
possibilities, he imagined his secretary, naked and begging for his
attentions. With that image in his head, his cock exploded forth in the most
massive climax he had ever had.
They rested for a half hour, Kathleen cleaning him up thoroughly with her
tongue, and then they continued. It was well into the night before they both
headed home, one of them, at least, fully satisfied. *I've gotta get that
Chaffey kid back in to the office.*
Ron had a very busy two days, visiting all the studios and effects houses in
the Hollywood area. In only one case was he able to show his effect. The rest
of his meetings required, "encouragement". He was fully expecting another two
days of meetings, with all of those same people.
"Damn, I haven't worked this hard since I started with CAMP." Taylor was
sitting with Ron in his hotel room. "So, anyway, how are all those people
going to reach you, anyway? Did you give them the hotel number or something?"
Ron was presently digging something out of his suitcase. When he straightened
up, he replied, "Nah. I use my satellite cellular for all my business. I can
go anywhere in the world with that baby, and they can reach me." Ron began
setting things on the bed. The particular items in question made Taylor a
little nervous.
"What are you up to, man?" Taylor saw handcuffs, and a blindfold so far. He
didn't want to know what else might be coming.
"This stuff ain't for you. I'm not into guys. I am expecting company." Ron
continued pulling a few more items out of his suitcase, then closed it back
up, and went about arranging things.
"How can you be expecting company? When have you had time to get a date here?"
"This meeting was arranged a very long time ago."
"So, who's coming?"
Just as Ron was about to say something, there was a knock at the door. He went
to open it. It was the concierge from the hotel. "Sir, you requested these
items?" He indicated a feather duster, a small gold chain, and a pair of
earrings.
"Yes, thank you. Place the cost of the items on my bill, please." Ron tipped
the man, who nodded politely and left. Ron added the new items to what was
already lying on the bed. "Now then, where was I?"
"You were about to tell me who's coming."
"Oh, yeah. Well, I'm not sure I should tell you. I mean, it's not nice to kiss
and tell." Ron thought for a moment. "Or, I suppose in this case, to tell and
kiss."
"Well, fine then. Be that way. I've gotta get going, or I'm gonna be late for
my own damn date." Taylor headed out the door after giving Ron a contact
number. As he was walking towards the elevator, a beautiful redhead passed
him. *Wasn't that? I think it was! She couldn't be.... Nah.* He turned and
followed her discreetly. *Damn! She is! That... kid is about to screw-*
"Hello, Gillian." Ron stood aside and let her enter the room. She was wearing
a long overcoat, which must have been rather warm, given the time of year. Ron
closed and locked the door as she removed her coat. He realized then that she
probably hadn't been overly warm after all. She was wearing a black lace
teddy, with matching stockings, garter belt, and panties. The outfit was very
alluring, especially with her bright red lipstick, and her hair flowing over
her shoulders.
"How have you been, Gillian?"
"Very well, thank you. I must thank you, Master, for stopping me from smoking.
My health has improved since our last meeting."
"That's very good. I can't have sick slaves. Come here and kiss me." Gillian
slid over to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and drew him to her. Their
lips locked, and Ron felt her tongue caress his lip. He opened his mouth to
permit it in, and they french-kissed for several minutes, while Ron's hands
roamed her wonderful body.
When they broke the kiss, Gillian said, "That was wonderful. I hope I am not
late, sir. I came as soon as I knew you were in town."
"Your timing is perfect, Gillian. I assume you remember what it is that is
expected of you?"
"Of course, sir."
"You do understand, I will be taping all of this?"
"As you wish, Master. I am yours to command."
"Very well. I am going to go take a shower now. When I get out, I expect you
to have performed all of the necessary tasks." Ron headed off to the shower,
making sure to take a long one. He knew that, if she performed her duties
properly, she would not be all that comfortable. That thought turned him on.
After he emerged from the shower, he dried himself off and put on a robe. He
exited the bathroom to inspect his slave's handiwork. As ordered, she was on
the bed, with a gag in her mouth. Her feet were chained to either side of the
foot of the bed, spreading her legs wide, and her hands were handcuffed to the
headboard, which was a brass affair with bars well suited to the task. She was
still wearing her garments, though Ron didn't figure that would last much
longer. He looked at his monitor to check the view. He had calculated all the
right angles so that his face would never be visible on the video tape. He
wasn't using this as insurance, but more for the benefit of his buddies on the
internet. So far as he knew there were not many (if any) actual nude photos of
Gillian Anderson out there. There would certainly be some now! There was, of
course, another reason for this. One of the other developments he had made
allowed him to implant a directive into a still photograph. The technique was
tricky, and he could only plant simple commands, but that was enough. It was
this multi-layered approach that would ensure nationwide coverage of the CAMP
message.
After Ron had verified that all of the equipment was properly set up, he moved
over to the bed.He ran his hand up one of her legs. He had disabled sound on
the camera, so whatever he said wouldn't be recorded. "You weren't very nice
to me in our first meeting, you know." She acknowledged him with a nod, and a
fearful look in her eyes. That is why you are being punished in this way. May
it be a lesson to you that you should be nice to everyone, since you never
know when they might decide to, well, repay your unkindness." By now his hand
had moved up to her stomach, and was resting just below her breasts. He
reached up and took hold of the top of her teddy. Knowing that the fabric was
stronger than it appeared, he used his extension to aid him, and he ripped the
garment off her body. Her tits rolled to the sides of her chest, but they were
still imposing mounds of beautiful woman-flesh.
"Very nice." He moved back down her body, and ripped all of the other articles
of clothing off her. He walked over and dropped the torn panties into his
suitcase, as a souvenir. He pulled out his camera, and snapped some stills of
her. These would come out better on a scan than freeze-frames from the
camcorder. When he was finished, he replaced that, and moved back to the bed.
At this point, Gillian was truly scared of what he was going to do to her.
There was, however, not a thing she could do about it. By her own free will,
and he had video coverage to prove it, she had placed the gag in her own
mouth, and chained herself to the bed. He hadn't even been in the room at the
time. She was nervous, but she had no choice but to obey her master. He
touched her again, and her fears faded. His touch was soft, gentle, and very
arousing. He ran his fingertips over her breasts, lightly caressing them. Ron
reached over to the nightstand, and grabbed the blindfold, placing it over her
eyes. This made her truly nervous, and she wiggled about on the bed in her
tension.
Suddenly, she felt something. Or had she? It was the softest of feelings, or
did she imagine it? No, there it was again. A soft, whispy touch, barely
enough to feel, but definitely there. It was running over her breasts, sliding
between the two, and up and around. It reached the nipple of one, which
immediately stood proud of her tit. He danced it across to the other tit, and
repeated his motions. He moved his feather-light torture down to her abdomen.
He was dancing the feather around on her skin, allowing just enough contact to
let her know it was there. He moved the feather down between her legs, not
allowing it to touch her pussy, but dancing ever closer to it.
Gillian was getting hot by now. Her wiggling had turned to writhing, and it
wasn't because of tension. As he drifted closer and closer to her cunt, she
tried every gyration she could think of to make it contact her pussy in some
meaningful way.
When Ron finally allowed it to touch her pussy, it was not satisfying. At
least, not to Gillian. The touch was so light, so insubstantial, the feeling
was driving her wild with pent up energy. She was bucking towards the feather,
trying to get some real contact, but every time she moved toward it, it would
bend and flit away. Ron kept this up until her torment was fully obvious on
her face. He continued with the feather, but reached over to the nightstand
with one hand. He had calculated his timing well. He knew that normally, what
he was about to do probably wouldn't be climax enducing, but right now, he
figured he could blow across her clit and get her to come.
He took an ice cube from a cup, and held it in his hand. He pulled the feather
gently away from her, watching her body push itself after it. He took the ice
cube, cupped his hand, and rubbed it vigorously against her clit. As expected,
she immediately arched her back and screamed into her gag. Her body quaked and
shivered for a full minute before she started to come down from that
mind-wrenching orgasm.
Ron returned what was left of the ice cube (which wasn't much) back to the
cup, and he moved over to the dresser. He picked up an eight inch vibrating
dildo, and walked over to her. He pressed the dildo into her cunt, and her
eyes grew wide as he kept pushing. Finally, it was fully inside her. Then he
turned it on. Her body was immediately wracked with another intense climax. He
allowed her to calm down a bit from this one before removing her gag. "Don't
speak."
He removed his robe, to reveal his raging hardon. Ron presented it to her
lips, and didn't even have to say a word. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth
and licked the tip of it, removing a drop of precum on the end. She continued
licking it for a few moments, and then sucked it into her mouth. She wasn't in
a good position for deep penetration, but her sucking talents were first rate.
She licked the underside of his shaft while she tried to suck the cum from his
balls. She moved in and out slightly, occasionally dragging her teeth lightly
across his cock. The sensation was wonderful, and soon Ron was on the verge of
exploding. He remembered that porn videos usually show cum shots, so he pulled
out of her mouth. He beat his meat in front of her face, and started cumming.
Gillian opened her mouth to catch as much of it as she could, but it still
plastered her cheeks and nose, and some hit her chin. When Ron was done, he
placed his cock back in her mouth, and she cleaned him off.
Before continuing, Ron used his fingers to scoop up his semen on her face. He
had her lick his fingers clean with each swipe. Once her face was completely
cleaned off, he bent down to kiss her, making sure his face was turned away
from both of the cameras he had set up. He could taste his cum in her mouth,
but he didn't find it unpleasant. He figured it was time for the grand finale.
Gillian was still shivering and writhing from the dildo in her pussy. Ron
pulled it out, and it made a happy slurp noise when it fell from her cunt. He
tossed it on the floor, and prepared to replace it with his dick. While not
quite as big as the dildo, he would be a little more active in his
penetration. He looked to make sure both cameras had a good view.
Ron slid his cock right into her pussy, full to the hilt. The dildo had lubed
her up pretty well, and she was ready to go. Her box was warm, wet, and
slippery, just perfect for fucking. He grabbed hold of her hips for leverage,
and began pounding away. He played with her tits, kneading them and rolling
them around on her chest. Ron had been fantasizing about Gillian Anderson ever
since the X-Files first aired, but it was only since he had first seen her
nude that he knew he had to have her at least once. The Ability made it
possible, and the experience was almost living up to his dreams.
He rammed into her for a long time, until he got ready to come. Pulling out,
he started jacking himself again, remembering the cameras. His cum sprayed all
over her tits and abdomen, coating them well. Then, he had her lick him clean
again. He was spent.
Ron turned off the camcorders, and let her loose. He removed her blindfold,
and she gave him a hug. They both needed a shower, and so they took one
together. Ron allowed her to suck him off once more while in the shower,
allowing the water to run down his body, enjoying the sensations.
After their shower, Ron dried her off, and had her pose for some more still
shots. By the time he was finished with her, it was two in the morning.
"Gillian, I want you to know you did a very good job tonight. Now, I have
another task for you to perform, between now and the time we next meet. I do
not know when that will be, so it would be best if you acted quickly."
"Very well, Master. What is the task?"
Ron handed her a video cassette. "I want you to show this to as many important
people as you can. That means producers, actors, actresses, directors, anyone
who has any influence in your industry. If you meet other important people,
like mayors and such, you can show it to them as well. DO NOT attempt to show
it to anyone in the federal government. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Very good. Now, I think we both need some rest. You may stay here if you
like, or I can have someone take you home." She thought for a fraction of a
second, then walked over and lay down on the bed. "Well, I guess that decides
that. Glad I changed the sheets." Ron walked over and lay down beside her.
Within minutes, they were both fast asleep.
In the morning when he awoke, he was alone. Gillian had left him a note:
"Master Ron: I am sorry I could not be here when you awoke. Your instructions
require me to act normally, and it would not have been normal for me to show
up late to the set. I hope you will forgive me for my actions. I will carry
out the instructions you gave me last night. All my love, Gillian" *Hmm. Very
good. Her training has taken hold quite well.*
Ron went to check his phone. It was the type that had a built in answering
system, and it had several messages on it. He listened to them all, and wrote
down times and names. He collected his tapes, and packed them into his
briefcase. Then he gave Taylor a call.
The first place he visited was, of course, Industrial Light and Magic. Lee
Franz personally greeted him at the door. Miss Malloy smiled at him sweetly,
but Mr. Franz rushed him into the office and locked the door.
"I was afraid when you didn't return my first call that I had upset you."
"No, I was just busy. So, did you enjoy my present?"
"Hell yes! Too bad it was temporary, though. I don't suppose there's any way
to make it permanent?"
"I'm not at liberty to discuss more permanent means of suggestion. I am here
to talk about my visual effect."
"You don't expect me to put THAT on the *air*, do you?" Lee exclaimed.
"Not hardly. The effect I put Ms. DeMarco through was not the exact effect
that we wish you to use. It is the same basic principle, but not the same
message."
"Am I allowed to ask what message you *are* sending?"
"No."
"Hmmm. Well, no matter. Is there any way at all that I could get another go at
Ms. DeMarco? Or maybe Miss Malloy out there? She acts sweet, but she's cold as
a fish to me."
"Look, here's the deal: You start using our visual effect exclusively where it
will fit, and that means any time you need a plasma effect, or a
transporter-style effect, or anything like that. In return, I will give you
the tape I used on Ms. DeMarco."
"And, now that she knows about it, how do I get her to watch it?"
"Just start playing it. Once she sees the screen, she won't be able to turn
away, or even move. It lasts about six minutes."
"I see. Well, I've gotta have that tape. Do you have a contract or something I
need to sign? I mean, I don't have one ready from our lawyers or anything, but
I don't suppose you want them involved, do you?" It wasn't really a question.
"No contracts. I was never here. You have never met Ronald Chaffey, and there
is no tape. All I need you to do..." Ron pulled a videocassette out of his
briefcase. "Is watch this tape." Seeing the look on Franz's face, he added,
"Don't worry, this tape won't turn you into my slave. Yuck. No, this tape
ensures me that you can never talk about this with anybody, and that you will
adhere to our agreement. Now, sit back and relax." Ron began the tape, and Lee
stared at it in total absorption.
When it was finished, Ron ejected it and returned it to his briefcase. Then,
Ron handed over the four tapes of the effect to Franz.
"Why four?"
"They're labelled by date. Use effect number one first, starting now. Starting
on the date of tape 2, use that effect, and so on. The message changes
slightly on each tape. I WILL know if you are not doing your part in this. If
you cross me, I will be back, and you don't want to see me when I'm angry."
"No problem. I'll hold up my end." They shook hands, and Ron left the office.
As he was walking into the hall, he heard behind him: "Miss Malloy, could you
come in here for a minute?" Ron just smiled and boarded the elevator.
The next two days were just like that. Men and women executives pleading with
him to get their hands on his tapes. By the end of the week, he was sure that
no matter what network shows you watched, you were going to see the effect
sooner or later. It was time to move on to other things.
Taylor was again driving him. He was heading back to LAX.
"So, man, where you headed now? Back home, I guess."
"No. I'm headed north. I have to visit a little place called Microsoft."
"Damn." Taylor concluded.