 
                   Part 3: Field Agent Ronald Chaffey
 
Part 2: Entry Level Position
 
Chapter 10
 
New Home for the Chaffeys
 
 
 
            The next morning, Ron was the first to wake up.  However,
in trying to get out of bed, he woke up everyone else.  It went
something like this:  In order to get out of bed, he had to roll Megan
off his one side.  This woke her up, but not before she bumped Jess,
who in turn jostled Nikki, who accidentally elbowed Tammy, who then
banged up against Sandra.  It was a good thing it was a king-size bed,
but it was still crowded.  Not that it had mattered last night.  

            The only part that had disturbed Ron, and was still
bothering him, was Miko's absence.  He would have to talk to her about
that.  He also needed to make plans about a new dwelling.  It would
take too long to patch up this house to make it livable.  Ron had set
up a barrier so that no one could enter the house, but that was very
draining on his system.  He woke up almost as tired as when he'd gone
to bed.
 
            He went into the kitchen and got himself some breakfast. 
Just then his mother came into the kitchen.
 
            "Good morning, Ron!"
 
            "Hey, Mom.  You're awful cheery today.  How are you
feeling, really?" Ron studied her face for signs of pain, but didn't
see any.  He was too wore out to bother with a scan.
 
            "I'm okay, really, Ron.  I'm sore, in a lot of places, but
no major pains anywhere.  You did a fine job patching me up.  Ron?  Can
we talk about some things?"
 
            "Sure, Mom.  What do you want to talk about?"
 
            "Well, I've come to understand that somehow you're in
control of everything.  I mean, I don't think I could go against your
wishes if I wanted to, not that I've wanted to lately.  What's going
on?"
 
            Ron wasn't sure how much to tell her, but then he realized
that she couldn't tell anyone anyway, so he decided to lay it all out
for her.  "Well, Mom, it's like this.  Remember the day I told Dad off?"
 
            "Yes."
 
            "Well, that was the first day I realized I had this neat-o
power.  I could make people do whatever I wanted them to.  Ever since
then, I've kinda been controlling the whole household."
 
            "So, your sisters, and me, we've all been 'under your
spell'?"
 
            "Well, sort of.  It's not quite like a spell, but that's a
good enough analogy.  There's lots of different ways of doing it."
 
            "And camp was about what, really?"
 
            "CAMP was to teach me how to use my abilities to their
fullest extent."  Ron was quoting the manual again.
 
            "Okay, now, why am I not angry about all of this?"  She
felt she ought to be, but couldn't bring herself to it.
 
            "I'm not entirely sure on all aspects of it, but I think I
sort of changed the way you think, so that you're happy with life as it
is."
 
            "Oh.  Okay."  Ron was surprised to find that she was
entirely satisfied with this answer.  "So, I guess you're the man of
the house now.  What do we do now?  I don't have the money to get the
house fixed up, and we can't afford to move."
 
            "I told you last night, Mom.  I've got a job with CAMP, and
they pay way better than your job does.  I'll find us a new house
today,  and we can move in before school starts."
 
            "So, you *will* be going back to school?"  Sandra queried.
 
            "Oh, yeah.  It's very important that I finish my
schooling.  It's part of my agreement with CAMP."
 
            "Now, what about all these girls running around?"
 
            Ron could tell his mother had pretty much been out of it
last night.  He had covered all of this in the family meeting.  He
didn't mind going over it again for her, though.  "Well, of course,
Tammy is Nikki's friend.  Megan is my.... slave.  I picked her up at
CAMP.  Jessica is also my slave, if you remember, she was my student at
the end of last school year."
 
            "Oh, yes.  Now I remember."  Ron wondered if there were
still some lingering effects from Marinda.  He had cleared out all the
commands, but maybe all the pathways hadn't reasserted themselves yet.
 
            "Anyway, Miko is my.... well, she'll tell you she's my
slave, too, but I prefer to think of her as my girlfriend."  Ron wasn't
really sure what he felt about Miko, just that he didn't want to be
without her.  "Speaking of Miko, I really need to have a talk with
her.  Did you want to know anything else?"
 
            "No, I should really get ready for work now.  I'm already
late."  Sandra started to get up, but Ron stopped her.
 
            "No, Mom.  Call in sick today.  I don't want you going out
in your condition.  I'm going to call Dr. Brown, and have her come over
to look at you later."
 
            "Okay, Ron.  I'll just rest here, then."  She picked up the
phone, and sat down to make her call.
 
            "I'll be up in my room with Miko if you need anything."
 
            "Alright, honey.... Yes, this is Sandra Chaffey, may I
speak..."
 
            Ron headed up to his room.  Out of habit, he knocked before
entering.  Then he realized how silly that was, given it was his
bedroom.  He quietly opened the door, and walked in.  

            Miko was sleeping soundly curled up on Ron's bed.  She made
quiet little snore noises that Ron found absolutely adorable.  He sat
down in the chair beside his bed, and just stared at her for a while. 
She was wearing one of Dawn's nightshirts, but he could clearly
remember the body beneath from last night.  He watched her chest rise
and fall with her breath.  Her face looked angelic in the peaceful rest
of sleep.  He hesitated to wake her, but knew the rest of the family
would be up very shortly, and would disturb her rest anyway.  He
reached his hand out toward her shoulder, but when he got about six
inches from her, she awoke, and reflexively jumped away from him.  She
did not retreat farther after she realized who it was, but she was
still trembling.
 
            Ron felt a load of anger boil up in him again at the
thought of what she must have gone through to put that kind of terror
into her.  He forced it back down, knowing it did no good, and might
frighten Miko even further.
 
            "Miko?  Are you okay?"  Ron was very concerned that the
girl was emotionally quite fragile.
 
            "Yes, Master Ron.  I am sorry I moved away from you.  I am
ready to be punished."
 
*            Punished?  For that?  I don't think so!*  Ron moved over
and sat on the edge of the bed.  Miko was still quaking.  Ron reached
over and rested his hand on her arm.  "Miko, I am not going to punish
you for something you couldn't control anyway.  You don't need to be
afraid of me, I'm not going to hurt you.  I just wanted to talk to you,
if you feel up to it."
 
            Miko settled some at Ron's words, and she made a great
effort to compose herself.  And succeeded, for the most part.  "Yes,
Master.  What would you like to talk about?"
 
            "Well, for starters, I was curious as to why you didn't
join us last night when we went to bed."
 
            "That was a family gathering, Master.  I am not a member of
the family."
 
            "Miko, you are as much a member of the family as Megan, or
Tammy, or Jess is.  You are now a member of my family.  You will be
treated just like all of the others here.  I will protect you just like
I protect them.  Do you understand?"
 
            Miko nodded meekly.  Ron tried to hug her, but she was so
curled up, he couldn't really get his arms around her.  "Miko, would
you please stand up?"  She did as requested, but kept her face to the
floor.  "Is there something wrong?"
 
            She mumbled something, but Ron couldn't make it out.  He
wasn't even sure it was English.  "Excuse me?  What?"
 
            "I am not worthy of your protection, Master.  I have
displeased you.  You may send me away now."
 
*            This girl has some serious problems in her head.  I could
easily remove those memories.... No.  Not unless she agrees to it.*
 
            "Miko, I am *not* unhappy with you.  You have not
'displeased' me at all.  I am not angry, upset, or even mildly
annoyed.  I am happy that you have decided to stay."
 
            "Then why do you still call me Miko?"
 
            "Huh?"  Ron was totally lost now.
 
            "If you are my Master, and I am your servant, why do you
not use my proper name?"
 
            "Well, you told me to call you Miko...."
 
            "Master, I said my *friends* call me Miko.  It is not
proper for you to demean yourself in that manner."
 
            "I don't understand.  What should I call you, then?"
 
            "It is appropriate that you refer to your possession by her
proper name, Kumiko."
 
            "Is this what has been troubling you?"
 
            "It is one thing, yes, Master."
 
            "Well, Kumiko, I'm sorry I worried you.  I wasn't aware
that I should have been using your full name.  What else is bothering
you?"
 
            "I am not worthy to serve the Master."
 
            "Kumiko, you are as worthy as anyone else who lives here,
except me, of course."  Ron added that only because he knew it was what
she expected him to say.  He was starting to catch on, but he'd need to
read up on Japanese customs if he was going to keep up with this girl.
 
            "You are truly satisfied with me, Master?"  She desperately
needed to believe that he accepted her.
 
            "Kumiko, I am more than satisfied with you.  I am overjoyed
with you.  Now then, how are you really feeling this morning?  I mean,
do you hurt anywhere?"
 
            "No, Master.  I am sore where I had the bruises, but you
have taken care of me well.  Thank you again."  She bowed, very
formally, low enough that he could actually see the back of her neck.
 
*            This is going to take some getting used to.*  He could
have ordered her not to do it, but he decided he kind of liked it.  He
wouldn't want to have all the women going around bowing like that, but
for one, it was kind of cool.
 
            "Kumiko, please stand still."  She did so, and Ron did a
quick, but gentle, inspection of her body and its many bruises.  The
hip still seemed to be tender.  He stood behind her to inspect her
legs, and as he rose from his crouch, he embraced her from behind.  It
was gentle, as everything he did with Kumiko was gentle.  He hugged her
to him, in a way that stated beyond any doubt that he thought of her as
'his', to be protected, cared for, and loved.  Tears formed in her
eyes, but she said nothing.  Ron noticed them, but realized these were
not tears of sadness, but joy.  He also knew this was not a time for
talking.  He held her, rocking very slightly back and forth, for a long
time.  She was somewhat shorter than Ron, so she leaned her head back
against his shoulder, with a small, peaceful smile of contentment on
her face.
 
            Eventually, the real world had to intrude on their
paradise.  Ron heard the commotion downstairs.  It was just the normal
noise of six people sitting at a table yakking, but it was enough to
destroy the mood.  "Are you ready to have breakfast yet, Kumiko?"
 
            "Yes, Master.  But, what shall I wear?"
 
            He was tempted to say, "Nothing", but he realized the house
presently had no front door.  "Stay here a moment."  He walked to
Dawn's room, and looked in her closet.  He found something he'd
forgotten she had.  One year, his sister had been in a play as a
Japanese lady.  She'd had to wear a wig, since most Japanese are not
blonde, but she had done well.  The kimono she had used as a costume
was hanging in the closet.  Ron immediately thought that this was
appropriate dress for Kumiko.  She would, of course, agree, since it
was her Master's opinion.  He returned to his room.
 
            "Here, you can wear this.  It should fit you."
 
            "Oh, Master!  It is beautiful.  Thank you very much."  She
put it on, and it was an almost perfect fit.  It covered her body
fully, but Ron's imagination still filled in the hidden details.
 
            "Okay, let's go to breakfast!"  They headed downstairs to
the kitchen.  The talking stopped as they entered, and everyone saw
Kumiko.  Her hair was a mess, and what makeup she had been wearing had
smeared, but she was still beautiful.
 
            "Well, good morning!" piped Megan.  "Glad to see you're up
and about."
 
            "Thank you."  replied Kumiko, in an almost-whisper.  "May I
sit down?"
 
            "Of course, Miko.  You're a member of the family now.  Do
what you want, so long as Ron thinks it's okay."  Dawn's reply was
perfect: it stated the position of the entire family, and then included
Kumiko in that group.  Everyone was treating her like just another
member of the family.  Ron was pleased.
 
 
 
            After breakfast, Ron needed to deal with a new home.  He
thought he knew how to get one.
 
            "Hello, Mr. Simmons' office."
 
            "Hello.  This is Ronald Chaffey.  I need to speak with Mr.
Simmons, please."
 
            "Look, son, Mr. Simmons is a very busy man-"
 
            "Just ask him if he'll take the call."  Ron was in no mood
to deal with a whiney-ass secretary.
 
            "Hold, Please."  Ron listened to some Muzak for about ten
seconds.
 
            "Ron!  Hey, buddy, what can I do for you?"
 
            "Mr. Simmons-"
 
            "Bill, remember?"
 
            "Okay, Bill.  I need a little help, and I have a
proposition for you.  Can we meet for lunch or something?  I'd rather
not discuss it on the phone."  He wasn't worried about security, but he
still wasn't sure of his long-distance controls, and he thought he
might need to adjust Bill somewhat, though he didn't think so.
 
            "Alright.  I'll pick you up at noon, maybe ten after. 
We'll go to The Remington.  Should I bring a briefcase, or anything?"
 
            "No, I don't think you'll need it for this."
 
            "Alrighty, then.  I'll see you 'round noon."
 
 
 
            The Remington was a very upscale place.  Ron had put on the
best clothes he had for this meeting.  He felt wholly uncomfortable,
but he knew that business was always conducted in as uncomfortable an
outfit as you could manage.  He never understood why, that's just the
way it was.
 
            They made idle chat until the main course arrived, then
Bill settled down to get the meat of the discussion out in the open. 
"So, Ron.  You say you've got a proposition?  Anything I can do to help
my buddy.  Shoot."
 
            "Well," Ron started, "you know what I did for your wife,
right?"
 
            "Oh, yes!  I'd like to thank you again for that.  It has
been absolutely wonderful the last eight weeks."
 
            "Good, I'm glad to hear it.  Here's my problem:  My family
needs a new home."  In response to the look on Bill's face, Ron
hastened to add, "Don't worry, I'm not asking you to provide one.  But,
I'm sure you have contacts to people who could get us into a home
pretty cheap, don't you?"
 
            "Well, yeah, Ron, I do.  But, I mean, I don't have the kind
of clout to pull that kind of favor out of thin air.  I mean, they'd
basically be tossing money away."
 
            "Do any of these people you know happen to have wives?"
 
            "Of course they do....."  And the light started to dawn.
 
            "Well, you were willing to pay me almost anything to keep
your wife the way she is.  My family needs a new home.  We need one
quickly.  If one of your friends might be willing to trade my service
for a really good deal on a large home, I'd be very grateful."
 
            "How big of a home do you need, Ron?"
 
            "As big as I can get.  There are eight of us right now, but
there'll be nine of us in about seven months.  I don't know what the
number will end up being."
 
            "Okay.  I know of a couple of really large houses out in
the country that aren't selling.  I think I can talk one of my friends
into selling it to you, maybe even in trade.  His wife is a real,
pardon me, bitch.  She's always nagging on him.  He married her for her
looks, before he realized what a shrew she was.  She married him for
the money.  If you could tame her, he might even give you the damned
house!"
 
            "That sounds real good.  Can you call him after lunch, and
see if he'd be okay with that?"
 
            "Sure, but, Ron?  He's not gonna believe it."
 
            "Tell him he'll have his results before he gives us the
house."
 
            "Great, but that'll take a couple days, won't it?"
 
            "Your wife took about half an hour."
 
            "Really?  Shit!  I didn't realize it was that fast.  Wait. 
How's he gonna get his wife to go see an, excuse me, thirteen year-old
kid?"
 
            "Hmmm.  Well, what's she into?  I mean, what're her
hobbies?"
 
            "Mainly, money.  She likes art, though."
 
            "That works.  Tell her that I have some artwork she really
should see.  It's worth lots more than I'm selling it for, and like
that."
 
            "Do you actually have any?"
 
            "No, but that's not important.  All I need is to get within
a few feet of her."
 
            "Okay!  I'll drop you back home, and then I'll go see what
I can do.  Hey, Ron?  Are you looking to maybe make a business out of
this?"
 
            "You think it would sell?  We'd have to keep it real quiet."
 
            "Oh, it'll sell alright!"
 
            "Tell you what, other than this deal, which we'll call
payback for your wife, anyone you find, you send my way, and I'll give
you part of whatever I make."
 
            "That sounds cool to me.  Like a 'finder's fee'."
 
            "Yeah.  Like that."
 
 
 
            The rest of lunch was more chit-chat, and then Bill took
Ron home.  Ron spent some time cleaning things up, getting them ready
to be packed.  When the phone rang, Kumiko answered it.
 
            "Hello, Ron Chaffey's residence....May I ask who's calling,
sir?....Wait a moment, please."  She set the phone down, and turned to
Ron.  "Master?  It is someone named Bill.  Do you wish to take the
call?"
 
            "Yes, Kumiko, and very nice way to answer the phone, too." 
Kumiko beamed, and handed Ron the phone.  He reached over and squeezed
her ass gently by way of a thank-you.
 
            "Bill?  Ron here."
 
            "Who, may I ask, was *that*?"
 
            "Oh, that was just Kumiko.  She's a.... permanent house
guest."
 
            "I see.  Is she as pretty as she sounds?"
 
            "More so.  Anyway, what's up?"
 
            "Well, Mr. Tannon will be dropping by with his wife later
this evening, if that's okay with you.  He has a three story, 10
bedroom house in the country with an attic and a basement, swimming
pool, and 6 acres of land.  He says if you can make his wife shut up,
you can have the place free and clear.  He's willing to eat the loss to
get his wife to stop nagging."
 
            "Sounds good to me.  But, Bill?  Remember that I said some
strange things happened with your wife?"
 
            "Yeah, so?"
 
            "I need to be alone with her.  I don't want anyone to see
what I'm actually doing.  It would probably just freak them out,
anyway."
 
            "Okay, I'll pass that along.  How 'bout he just drops her
off, then comes back later?"
 
            "Let's do this.  Drop her off at say, seven.  I'll call him
when I'm done.  I don't know exactly how long it will take, it's
different for each person."  He was temporizing now.  If she was really
pretty, he would probably want to have some fun with her, and there was
no telling how long that would take.
 
            "Works fine for me.  I'll give you his number.  It's
555-4891.  That way, whenever you're done... doing whatever, you can
call him.  I'll have him drop her by around sevenish."
 
            "Okay, thanks a lot, Bill.  Talk to you later.  Bye."  Ron
hung up, and made his plans for the evening.
 
 
 
            Ron spent his afternoon at the library, looking up some
books on Japanese culture, the better to understand his new follower,
Kumiko.  She was certainly beautiful, and very devoted, but she was
also slightly odd.  Of course, this may have been one of the things
that attracted Ron to her.  He could easily live with her
eccentricities.  She was becoming his favorite, probably because she
had never, from the beginning, ever questioned him on anything, except
whether or not she was acceptable.  After a couple of hours poking
around books about Japanese society, and locating a couple of items on
the Japanese language, Ron headed home to prepare for his guest.
 
 
 
            He had everything set up in the den.  The den was a
seldom-used room in the house, mainly because, for some reason, no one
had ever bothered to install heating or air conditioning into the
room.  Ron didn't figure it would matter all that much for the
evening.  Since it was rather warm, it might even be an asset.
 
            The car dropped the woman off promptly at 7:00.  Ron
watched her come up the walk, and his prick hardened almost instantly. 
This lady might be a bitch,  but she was also gorgeous!  he was
beginning to learn that lots of pretty women were bitches.  *Too bad. 
Of course, they're not bitches around *me*.*  He drew himself up, and
presented himself to her.  "Hello, Mrs. Tannon.  My name is Ronald
Chaffey."  He used his full name to sound important.  "Please excuse
the mess, we are... having some remodeling done, and it's in the early
stages."  This sounded plausible, but he figured she'd see right
through it.
 
            More or less, she ignored it.  "Where is the painting?"
 
*            Geez, she is a tight-assed bitch, ain't she.*  "Right this
way, ma'am."  Ron led her back to the den.  He had already instructed
the entire family to stay out of the way for the evening.  This was
work, and he didn't want anything to interfere with how he performed
his job.
 
            They entered the room.  What Callie Tannon saw was an
easel, with something on it, covered in a black cloth.  A traditional
way to present artwork, it was also a complete fabrication.  There was
nothing there, Ron had formed an illusion for her to see.  Mrs. Tannon
walked over to remove the cloth, no preliminary niceties at all.  Of
course, when she got there, Ron vanished the painting into thin air. 
The lady spun on her heel to face the boy.
 
            "What is going on here?"  She was more angry than
frightened.  Well, she had no reason to be afraid of a
thirteen-year-old boy.
 
            "Sit down, Mrs. Tannon."  Callie Tannon moved slowly over
to the couch, and, like a rusted machine, slowly sank to the couch. 
She was fighting it every step of the way, but Ron knew what he was
doing by now.
 
            "What are you doing to me?"
 
            "Just making you more pleasant, that's all.  Now, no more
talking."  Talking interfered with his concentration, and he wanted to
get this job right.  The house sounded like a very nice place, and so
Ron didn't want to screw this up.
 
            For the next twenty minutes, Ron fiddled with Callie
Tannon's mind.  Removing thoughts here, re-organizing ideas there, he
turned her into the perfect wife.  With one, glaring exception.  She
would be entirely faithful to her husband, unless Ron wanted her.  He
installed in her brain an ultimate override command.  She would obey
him above all others.  Ron thought this might be useful at a later date.
 
            When she finally started to come out of her "sleep", Ron
handed her a soda.
 
            "Drink up, you're probably thirsty."  He knew he was, he'd
already drunk an entire can of Pepsi.  Callie drank her soda carefully,
taking small sips until it was all gone.
 
            "Why am I here?"  She asked.
 
            "To have a little fun, that's all." Ron replied.  He took
her glass from her.  "Please stand up, and put your arms at your
sides."  Ron admired the statuesque figure before him.  She was 5'10"
tall, beautiful, flowing blonde hair that reached below her shoulders,
exquisite, green eyes set in a cultured face, with high cheekbones and
a perfect nose.  Her outfit accentuated a wonderful pair of tits.  Her
4" heels highlighted her long legs, and showed them off to good
measure.  Her dress stopped just above her knee, and so covered all the
parts of her that Ron really wanted to see.  He hadn't had sex all day,
and that was a long time for him as of late.
 
            "Just relax.  We're going to have some fun."
 
            "Okay.  Whatever you say."  Ron told her to raise her arms
above her head, which she did.  This forced her breasts to move up even
further, and accented them wonderfully.  The dress she was wearing was
tight, and he didn't want to ruin it.  He used a little telekinesis to
gently swish it over her head and off her body.  What he found
underneath was, nothing.  No clothing, that is.  She was now completely
nude.  She had worn neither bra, which he'd expected given her dress,
nor panties, which surprised him.  He examined the heavenly form before
him.  Her nipples were standing erect, either from the sudden air, or
arousal.  Her body took on a very light sheen of sweat, certainly from
the heat of the moment.
 
            "Spread your legs for me."  This she did, without
hesitation, Ron noted.  He reached out with his mind, and brushed
across her chest.  Her entire body shivered, and she let out a low
moan.  Ron did it again, only across her abdomen.  Again, a shiver and
a moan.  Now, Ron brushed across her pussy lips and her clit, with just
the most tender of touches.  Her body jerked, and she let loose a loud,
guttural moan of want and need.
 
            "What do you want from me, Callie?"  Ron loved teasing his
subjects.
 
            "I want you inside me, Ron.  I want you to fuck me silly." 
Exactly as he had programmed her, when aroused, she became a complete
slut, for either him or her husband, but no one else.
 
            Ron walked over to her, and caressed her ass with his
hand.  It was firm and well toned.  *She must work out a lot.*  Ron ran
his hand around her hip, until he was facing her in front.  Given both
her present position, and her height, Ron was staring right above her
tits.  He pulled one of her breasts into his mouth and sucked on them. 
She pressed herself into him, trying to rub her body up against his. 
Ron switched breasts, and continued the wonderful torture.  Callie was
writhing in ecstasy now.  Ron reformed his extension, and brushed it
against her pussy some more.  Her writhing and moaning increased.  Ron
kept this up, moving faster and sucking harder until finally she hit
her edge.  With an ear-shattering scream, she came, shuddering and
bucking.  If it hadn't been for Ron's telekinesis, she would have
collapsed on the floor.  But, Ron wasn't finished yet, so he couldn't
let her go just now.
 
            Ron moved over to the couch, pulled off his clothes, and
sat down.  "Come on over, Callie."  Callie Tannon glided swiftly over
to him.  "Kneel... Now, suck my cock."
 
            Callie Tannon, bitchy housewife, one who never did anything
so disgusting as suck a man's cock before tonight, now gladly did as
ordered.  She took Ron's tool in hand, and began slathering it with
kisses.  She worked her way all the way down to his balls.  She took
them into her mouth, one at a time, and sucked on them gently.  Ron's
cock grew to it's full hardness, and then she took it into her mouth. 
At first, she just took the head, lashing it with her tongue, and
sucking on it hard enough to vacuum the cum right out of it. 
Eventually, she started taking more and more of it into her mouth,
pumping with her hand what was left.  She kept this up, sucking, and
pumping, and licking, until Ron couldn't hold back any longer.  He
grabbed her head and held it in place.  He poured his come down her
throat, and she swallowed every drop.
 
            When he was done coming, she continued her blowjob, to make
sure he was fully hard for the next round.  When she had him fully
erect, Ron had her stand up.  Ron moved over to a chair, better suited
for what he had in mind.
 
            "Come sit on my cock, facing me."  She strode over, and
slowly lowered herself onto his cock.  She let out a low hiss as his
rod impaled her body.  When she finally had him fully inside her, he
had her stop.  Now, Ron formed his extension again.  He formed it into
a thin penis, and moved it into her asshole.  She tensed, then, as it
pushed in, she started wiggling in his lap.
 
            "Oh, yesssssss!  That feels soooooo goood!"  She purred
into his ear.  Once he had the extension fully into her, he locked it
into place.  Now, as she began to ride up and down on his cock, the
extension would move in and out of her just as his cock did.  She tried
to start slow, but her body betrayed her.  She was simply too
stimulated to be patient.  She started bucking in his lap.  Ron had all
he could do to hold onto her.  He applied some extra telekinetic energy
to the situation, and floated them both up in the air.  This eliminated
the worry that they would fall off the chair.  He simulated a chair
under him, to keep the position right.  Meanwhile, Callie's pace was
increasing.  her tits were flouncing up and down in a very attractive
manner, and Ron drew one into his mouth and started sucking on it
again.  This drove Callie wild, and caused her to move even faster, if
that was possible.  Finally, with a pinch and a nip to each nipple, Ron
brought her over the edge.  She shuddered, then froze in an ultimate
spasm of ecstasy.  Then, she went limp. 

            Unfortunately, Ron had, again, not come with his partner. 
Then, he saw Megan standing at the door.
 
            "Is there a problem, Megan?"
 
            "No, sir.  I heard the noise, I wanted to make sure
everything was alright.  I'm sorry to interrupt."
 
            "Don't worry about it.  Just get out of those clothes and
get over here!"  Ron needed relief, and Megan's entry was certainly
fortuitous.  He wondered if he had anything to do with it, but didn't
really care.
 
            Megan fairly tore off her clothes, popping buttons off of
her shirt to get it off.  Her breasts burst free, and Ron grabbed for
them.  He had lowered Mrs. Tannon to the ground, but he was still
floating.  He raised Megan up off the floor, and yanked her pants down
and off, letting them fall to the floor.  She wasn't wearing panties,
as instructed by her Master.  He briefly paused at her pussy to drink
in some of her juices, but it was her ass he was after.
 
            Megan's ass was the tightest hole in the entire house.  He
spun her around and  pressed in.  This would have been extraordinarily
painful for Megan, but Ron had learned how to use his healing powers in
other ways.  When he touched Megan, he both loosened her anus, and
lubed her rectum from the inside.  He pressed into her at almost full
speed.  Megan let forth a grunt, but showed no signs of pain.  Ron was
really beyond caring anyway.  He pumped into her furiously.  He reached
around, and, with one hand fondled a tit, while the other hand rubbed
her pussy.  *Floating in air makes this stuff so easy.  No worrying
about falling, or painful positions.  It's so COOL!*
 
            Ron kept up his maddening pace for only a couple minutes. 
He came in what felt like buckets into Megan's ass.  Just as he came,
she reached her own orgasm from his manual stimulation.  Again the den
was filled with moans and wails of pure joy and pleasure.
 
            Ron brought them both down to rest on the couch.  Ron's
cock softened, and withdrew from Megan's ass.  She turned, and embraced
Ron.  They kissed, deeply, sensuously, their tongues fighting a
delicious battle in each other's mouths.  She broke the kiss finally,
and just lay her head on his shoulder, resting.
 
            "You did good, Megan.  Very good."  It was exactly what she
needed to hear, as his sex slave, it was what she craved: to know he
was happy with her performance.
 
            After a few minutes, Mrs. Tannon began to wake up.  Ron
thought about moving Megan, but he was enjoying her where she was, so
he didn't.
 
            "Wow!  That was wonderful!  Ron, baby, you're fantastic!" 
Callie gushed over him.
 
            "Mrs. Tannon, I think you'll find that your husband is just
as good."  It didn't really matter whether his technique was as good as
Ron's or not.  It was programmed into her that she would like them both
equally well.  "Would you hand me the phone, please, Callie?"
 
            "Certainly."  She handed over the phone.  Ron dialed the
number Bill had given him.
 
            "Mr. Tannon?  Yes sir, this is Ron.  Yes, sir.  You can
come get your wife now.  No, she didn't want the painting, but I think
she'll have a surprise for you when you get home, anyway.  Yes sir. 
See you soon."  Ron hung up the phone and handed it back to Callie. 
"You should get dressed now."  Megan started to get up, but Ron held
her in place. "Not you.  You stay put."  Megan lay back down, with a
huge, serene smile on her face.
 
            Eventually, Ron did have to let Megan up, so he could get
dressed to greet Mr. Tannon.
 
            "Hello, Ron!  It's nice to finally meet you."
 
            "Hello, sir.  It's a pleasure to meet you, too."
 
            "So, how went the experiment?"
 
            "It wasn't an experiment, sir.  And it went perfectly, as I
thought it would."  Callie was off in the restroom, fixing her hair or
something.  "So, sir, when you confirm that your wife has indeed been
changed..."
 
            "The papers are already drawn up, my young friend.  Bill
trusts you, so I trust you.  But, how do you know you can trust me?  I
mean, I could take my wife and run."
 
            "No, you couldn't.  First off, there's nowhere you could go
I can't find you.  And second, once I found you, I can make her worse
than she was before."
 
            "Oh, Dear Lord, don't do that!  Very well.  If you want to
move your family into the house tonight, it's fine with me.  The
electric and water are still on.  We can handle the paperwork tomorrow."
 
            "Thank you sir.  We'll need a key..."  Mr. Tannon provided
two.  "Thanks again.  We'll move in tonight.  We're sort of missing a
front door here."
 
            "So I'd noticed.  What happened?"
 
            "Just a minor battle, that's all.  You have a good night,
sir."
 
            Callie Tannon was hanging off of his arm now, which was
something she’d never done before.  Mr. Tannon gave Ron a big grin. 
"Oh, I think I'm gonna.  Good night, young man."  And with that, the
Tannons left.
 
            Sandra came up and gave Ron a hug just then.  "Well, hon,
you said you'd find us a house today..."  She left the question hang.
 
            "Here's the keys, Mom. "  Mr. Tannon had also provided
explicit directions with the keys.  "Let's get some stuff together and
go over there for the night."
 
            "Okay, Ron.  I'll call the girls together."
 
 
 
