 
                --===CAMP: Ron's Journey, Chapter 6===--
 
Chapter 6
 
Multiple Control
 
 
 
    Ron was bored.  This did not come as a surprise to him; he
knew he was going to be bored at this meeting.  It was a week before
the end of school, and Mrs. Hayes had decided that a meeting was needed
to discuss Jessica's progress.  Naturally, since he was her tutor, he
was expected to be there.  On the other hand, nobody had said much of
anything to him since he sat down.  He peeked over at Jess, and found
her staring back at him.  He leaned over and whispered to her.
 
    "Bored?"
 
    "Yes.  I don't know what all the fuss is about.  I mean,
you just finally convinced me I needed to know this... stuff."  She
placed her hand on his knee, and he grew instantly hard.  There was a
look of strong desire on the girl's face, and Ron's heart mirrored the
sentiment.  She continued, "I wish we could have some fun right
now..."  Her face glossed as she began a daydream, and Ron started
thinking.
 
*    Well, maybe we *can* have some fun.  I've never tried
controlling two people at once before, though.  I wonder if it will
work*.  Ron stared at the two women, chatting away, and concentrated a
bit.  He sent them both an image, and he found it was ridiculously easy
to do.  *I wonder how many people I can affect at once?*  The image he
sent was a simple one, and it caused them to stop talking immediately. 
Mary Simmons brought her hand to rest on Mrs. Hayes', and placed her
other hand between her legs.  Mrs. Hayes was in a similar position,
both women looking hungrily at the other.  At this point, Jess noticed
what was going on, and was about to say something, when Ron stopped her.
 
    "Jess, shh.  You said you wanted to have some fun."
 
    "Well, yeah, but, I mean, what's..."  She couldn't even
form a question, so confused was her mind with what she saw.  Mrs.
Hayes was now leaning over, massaging Mary's tits.  Mary was leaning
back in her chair, moaning.
 
    "Oh, yes, Nancy, that's soooo good."  Nancy (Mrs. Hayes)
then started to unbutton Mary's blouse.  Meanwhile, Ron had moved Jess
onto his lap, and was undressing her slowly while watching the women.
 
    "What do you think, Jess?"  He didn't really care, but he
was curious what her answer would be.
 
    "I dunno, Ron.  They shouldn't be doing that, should they?"
 
    "Why not?"
 
    "Well, they're both *girls*!"
 
*    Ah, work to do...*  Ron implanted some new suggestions
into Jessica's mind, and then he asked the question again.  "What do
you think, Jess?"
 
    "That's hot!  I'd never thought of doing it with a girl
before."
 
    "Want to?"  Ron couldn't resist.
 
    "Yeah!"
 
    "Well, let's wait until they're ready."  Ron and Jess
continued watching, all the while Ron was softly rubbing Jessica's tits.
 
    By this time, Mary's blouse was on the floor, as was
Nancy's sweater.  Mary still had on a bra, but Nancy hadn't been
wearing one.  Her breasts were still as lovely as the first time he had
seen them, and he longed to massage them, but he wanted to keep
watching.
 
    Mary got up, and laid Nancy across her desk.  Mary pulled
off Nancy's skirt, and then undid her own pants.  She reached over and
started kneading Nancy's tits, and Nancy started moaning deeply.  At
this point, Ron figured it was time for Jess to join the fun.
 
    "Okay, Jess.  Go join in."
 
    Jess finished undressing, and walked over to the other
ladies.  She was unsure of what to do, so Ron sent her the same image
he'd sent the two women.  Now he was in control of three females, all
at once.  The very idea of controlling three people at once was
exciting him almost as much as the scene before him.
 
    Jess had crawled up on the desk and straddled Nancy's face,
rubbing her pussy down into Mrs. Hayes' mouth.  Nancy started licking
furiously, getting Jess' cunt all wet.  Meanwhile, Mary had removed the
rest of her clothing, and Ron studied her intently for a moment.
 
    Mary Simmons was 5'4" tall, with dark brown hair and blue
eyes.  Her tits were large, and sagged just slightly.  Ron was
interested to notice that the hair around her pussy had been neatly
trimmed into a diamond shape.  *I wonder why she does that?*  She had a
beautiful ass, and long, shapely legs.  Her body was tanned all over,
without tan lines, and Ron trembled just thinking of her lying out in
the hot sun, nude.
 
    Mary started to finger-fuck Nancy, and rubbed her clit with
her other hand.  Jess was really starting to writhe, and she reached
down to play with Nancy's tits.  The scene was exhilarating for Ron, an
absolute dream.  Here he was, three great-looking ladies giving him the
sex show of a lifetime.  There was just one problem: it was making Ron
unbelievably horny.  He decided it was time for him to join in, but he
wasn't sure who he wanted.  *Wait.  I haven't had sex with Mrs.
Simmons... I mean Mary, yet.  And she is the most accessible.*  That
decision made, Ron disrobed quickly and walked up behind her.  By now
she was sucking on Nancy's clit, and not aware of anything else around
her.  That would soon change.
 
    Ron bent down to look at her pussy.  In the past weeks, he
had acquired a real fascination with pussies.  He loved everything
about them.  Seeing them, touching them, kissing them, licking them,
the whole thing turned him on no end.  The fact that the *women* seemed
to enjoy his attentions didn't hurt matters, either.  Ron was, in
essence, a nice guy, and he had always liked making people happy.
 
    His examination over, he reached in and started licking
Mary's slit up and down, slowly, lightly, just enough for her to feel
it.  Her head shot up in an instant, to see who was behind her.  Upon
seeing Ron looking back up at her, she smiled, and went back to work.
 
    So did Ron.  He had gotten her very wet, and he figured she
was ready to come at any moment.  He knew he wouldn't last long the
first time, so he wanted her to be close, at least.  He stood up, and
aligned himself with her hole.  Ron pressed in, slowly at first, to get
used to the new sensation.  Mary groaned and pushed back at him,
encouraging him with her body.
 
    Ron grabbed her hips, and started pummeling in and out. 
Mary was doing her best to keep up her assault on Nancy's pussy, but it
was becoming difficult.  Jessica, seeing Mary's dilemma, took over
eating out Nancy.  Nancy was sucking on Jess' clit, and teasing her
asshole with her thumb.
 
    Ron came quickly, but his hot jism splashing around in her
pussy sent Mary over the edge, and she came, thrashing around hard
enough that she almost sent Ron flying.  He held on for the ride,
enjoying every second of it, as her pussy was undulating up and down
his cock, squeezing everything he had out.
 
    As Ron was coming down, he looked over to see Nancy
thrashing underneath Jess, who was in the midst of her own orgasm.  Ron
slipped out of Mary, who was exhausted, and stepped over to Jess.  He
lifted her head up so he could see her face and said, "Was that enough,
or do you want more?"
 
    "I don't think I could handle anymore right now!"
 
    "I could." said Nancy.
 
    "Well, Mrs. Hayes, we want everyone to leave happy.  Jess,
climb down.  I'll have to handle this myself."  Jess got off of Nancy,
and Ron helped Nancy up off the desk.  Ron wondered how he should
oblige his teacher, and then just decided to let her decide.  "What
shall it be, Mrs. Hayes?"
 
    "Buttfuck me, Ron.  Do it now."  The request surprised Ron,
but also made him hard as iron.  Nancy bent over her desk, and Ron had
to stifle a giggle.  This was the exact position he had taken her in
the first time.  Ron placed the head of his dick at her asshole, and
pressed in.
 
    "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, God that feels good."  Nancy was pressing
back into Ron, trying to help the process along.  Soon, Ron was fully
into her, and then he started a slow rhythm.  *You know, I can't
possibly think of stuff that's as much fun as these guys come up with
by themselves.*  As Nancy's rectum loosened, Ron's pace quickened, and
soon he and she were bucking around on her desk like wild horses.  Ron
was sure she was ready to come, and, sure enough, she let out a low
scream and tensed her entire body.  The pressure she exerted on Ron's
cock was exquisite, but it wasn't quite enough to make him come.  He
pulled out of her, and she dropped to the desktop.
 
    "Jess, come here."  Jess walked over and stood beside him. 
He sat down on Mrs. Hayes' chair and said, "Suck me."
 
    "Ron, you were just in her..."  She couldn't bring herself
to say it.
 
    Ron understood her feelings, but just then he didn't care. 
He decided to try a little experiment, though.  Without using any
mental power, he exclaimed, "Suck me, slave!"  In his best "master"
voice.  Immediately, Jess fell to her knees and started licking his
cock.  While he expected to see a disgusted look on her face, what he
saw was... peace.  *Huh?  I'll have to look into that later.*
 
    Meanwhile, her licks and kisses were driving him wild. 
Then she took his cock into her mouth and began to suck him in.  He
felt the back of her throat, but she didn't stop.  She kept going until
her lips met his balls.  *How in the hell can she do that?*  The
sensation was terrific.  She began stroking in and out, taking him the
whole length every time.  Ron knew it wouldn't be long before he came
this way.  Just to give his hands something to do, he reached down and
played with Jess' breasts.  He could see that both of her hands were
busy further down her body.  Suddenly, he felt the welling up in his
balls that told him he was about to come.  He took one hand and gently
but firmly held her head down on his shaft.  Then he poured his seed
down her throat.  As he was doing so, she began spasming beneath him in
her own orgasm.  This sent additional vibrations through his cock that
just made him squirt more.  Finally, they finished up, and they were
spent.
 
    Ron came down first, and looked up to see two ladies,
confused, dazed, and, after watching what they'd just seen, probably
very horny.  *Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do about that right
now.  But I do have work to do here.*
 
    "Mary?  Mrs. Hayes?  We need to talk."
 
    "Yes, I think we do, Ron." said Mrs. Hayes.  "What happened
here?  And why am I not really upset with you two?"
 
    "Because I am in control here.  I have been controlling you
two for quite a while now.  You will not be able to discuss any of this
in the presence of anyone not already aware of my ability to do this. 
Do you understand?"  He received two nods.  "Good.  Now then, Mary, was
there any trouble with your husband about sending Jess to CAMP?"
 
    "No, Ron.  None at all.  As a matter of fact, I think he's
looking forward to having the house for just the two of us, if you know
what I mean."
 
    Now, normally, a thirteen-year-old *wouldn't* know what she
meant.  But Ron, being the individual he was, understood perfectly. 
"Yes, I do.  Now then, Mrs. Hayes, and your name is Nancy, correct?"
 
    "Yes, Ron, but please don't call me that in class."
 
    "I won't, but not 'cause you don't want me to, but because
everyone would wonder why.  Anyhow, how is your relationship with your
husband?"
 
    "I haven't been married for five years.  I kept his name
for convenience, that's all."  She struggled to try to not tell him
these things, things he had no right to know, after all, but she just
couldn't resist.
 
    Ron, on the other hand, already knew this fact.  He was
just checking to make sure that his "walk through her mind" as he
called it, had yielded accurate information.  "Good.  From now on, you
will not date.  You will only have sex with me, and whoever I say.  You
will do whatever you have to in order to keep me safe and out of
danger.  You will always tell me the truth, and you will keep no
secrets from me..." Ron went on with the litany he'd developed,
programming Nancy with just the basics, except for the part about
dating, which he had added just recently.  Next, he turned to Mary,
and, with a few modifications to make sure her husband was looked
after, gave her the same instructions.  Ron didn't really know Mr.
Simmons, but he didn't figure the guy was too bad, since both Mary and
Jess genuinely had affection for him.  So, Ron wouldn't use Mary much,
but he made sure she was always willing and eager whenever Mr. Simmons
was.
 
    These things done, it was time to go home.  Jess kissed Ron
goodbye, and then the other ladies followed suit.  Ron was really
starting to enjoy life.  He walked home whistling a tune.
 
 
 
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    Ron's rate of learning had slowed somewhat.  He wasn't
discovering some new power every other day.  Now, it seemed he was
learning something new once a week.  Today, he was going to try to
refine something he'd picked up on at yesterday's meeting.
 
*    Well, let's see.  I managed to control three people
yesterday, but what if I wanted to control a whole bunch of people? 
How would I do that?*  Ron thought for a while, and decided to try an
experiment.  He was in English class, and the teacher was going over
boring information about prepositions.  Ron thought to himself, *Now,
what do I want to make everyone do?  *He thought of having them all
undress, but that was too risky.*  Let's see... Oh!  I know!*
 
    The air conditioning system in the school had been acting
up for days.  It always seemed to be too cold.  Ron decided to see if
he could make everyone feel like they were freezing.  He focused his
attention, then kind of "spread" the effect to all corners of the room.
 
    "And all these are prepositions... My word, it's getting
colder in here."  The teacher was the first to say anything, though the
girls around him in skirts were shivering now.
 
*    YES!  Now, what else?  Oh, yeah, what if someone new comes
in?  How will they react?*  Ron sent a command to the teacher.
 
    "Donna, go get Mr. MacGruder.  Tell him to come in here so
he can feel how cold it is.  Quickly."  Donna left the room, and Ron
wondered if she was warming up.  He could have checked her mind, but he
didn't think he could hold the freeze command if he did.
 
    Donna returned shortly with Mr. MacGruder.  As soon as he
walked in, he hugged himself.  The temperature had dropped markedly
from the hallway temperature.  "Jesus.  It IS cold in here.  Alright,
Mrs. McMonagle, you've convinced me.  I'll get the technician out as
soon as possible."
 
    Mrs. McMonagle was shivering badly now.  "Th-that's f-fine,
Mr. M-M-MacG-Gruder, but w-what do I d-do right n-now?"
 
    Ron figured it was time to let the class warm up.  He let
go of the command.  Nothing happened.  *Uh-oh.  Now what do I do? 
Let's look at this for a sec... Yep, still there.  How come it didn't
go away?  How do I* make* it go away?*  Just then, Ron noticed that, in
his mind, the command looked like a thin film, stretched tightly over
the real world.  He imagined a big pin, and took the pin and popped his
command.  Immediately, the room seemed warmer.
 
    "Well, Mrs. McMonagle, it seems as though the air has shut
off for now.  I'll go turn the system off, and call the repair people
right away."
 
    "Thank you Mr. MacGruder."
 
*    Yes, Mr. MacGruder.  Thank you.  Thank you for not fixing
it before I could run this test.*  All sorts of possibilities were
popping into Ron's little mind, and he knew he would indulge at least
some of them.
 
 
 
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    The next night was Friday, and it was the night of the high
school dances.  There was the senior prom, the junior prom, and, a new
tradition this year, the Sophomore Hop.  While the proms were held at
local banquet halls, the Sophomores had taken over the school gym. 
Dawn had been instrumental in getting the Sophomores their own
end-of-year dance, and she was going all out to look good at the
dance.  She was going alone, as no one had convinced her to go with
them.  Ron felt slightly ashamed of himself, but he was becoming overly
protective of his family, and he couldn't bear to think of anyone doing
with Dawn what he had been doing.  She didn't mind, but only because
Ron told her that she didn't mind.  Otherwise, she would have been
bawling her eyes out to be going alone.
 
    Dawn came downstairs after dinner wearing her dress, and
Ron stared in wonder.  It was a white gown that came down below her
knees with a neckline that plunged just short of actually showing
cleavage.  She had done up her hair, applied just a hint of makeup, and
perfumed herself with just a hint of scent.  She was wearing
medium-high heels, and a small gold chain necklace.  At the very sight
of her, Ron fell in love.  Somehow, she looked more alluring, more
sexy, more *beautiful* to him right now, than she had even with nothing
on.  Dawn noticed his attention, and smiled.
 
    "Do you like it, Ron?"  His opinion was now very important
to her.
 
    "Oh, yeah!  You look great, Dawn!"
 
    Dawn blushed.  "Thanks, little brother, I-"  Just then the
phone rang, and Dawn answered it.
 
    "Hello?  Oh, hi, Mr. Peterson... Oh, no!  what're we
gonna...  wait a second.  Mr. Peterson?  Can you hang on for a minute? 
Yes, sir.  I'll be right back."  Dawn set the phone down, and walked
over to Ron, pleading in her eyes.  "Ron?  Could you *please* do me a
really big favor?"
 
    "What is it, Dawn?"
 
    "You know Jack, the guy who was supposed to run sound for
us tonight?  He's come down with appendicitis.  He's in the hospital. 
Now we don't have anyone who can run the sound for us.  I know you can
do it, you used to do it for that little theater group of Mom's...
would you do it, Ron?  For me?  Please?"  She was begging, and Ron knew
she was utterly sincere.  Ron didn't want to spoil her evening.  There
were tears in her eyes.  Ron reached over and gently wiped them dry.
 
    "Of course I'll do it, Dawn.  I don't want your night to be
ruined."  He reached over and gave her a soft kiss.  She hugged him
fiercely, but then stood up and went back to the phone.
 
    "Mr. Peterson?  Sir,  I've got us a replacement... Do you
remember my younger brother, Ron?... Yes, sir.  He's had experience
with that sort of equipment before... I know normally you wouldn't want
an eighth grader around... No sir, I don't think we have much of a
choice.  Okay.  We'll be there a little early so he can look it over. 
Thank you, Mr. Peterson.  Goodbye."  She turned to Ron. "Mr. Peterson
says 'Thank you'.  We should get going so you can look at their sound
stuff."
 
    "Okay.  Should I change, or something?"  Ron didn't know
what to wear as sound man to a dance.
 
    "Nah, no need.  Nobody'll see you there anyway.  Thanks,
Ron.  I really appreciate this."
 
    "No problem, Sis.  I'll go let Mom know she'll be taking
me, too."
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    The sound equipment turned out to be no problem.  It was
almost identical to what he was already used to.  Ron spent the time
before the dance wandering the halls of the high school.  *In another
year, this'll be my school, and Dawn will be a senior.  I hope she
won't be too hurt to go to the Senior Prom by herself.  I'll have to
find a way to make it up to her.*  Ron's wanderings took him past the
restrooms.  Seeing no one around, he wandered into the girls'
restroom.  *I've never been in here before.  Funny, it doesn't look
much different from the boys'.  No urinals, but girls don't use those.*
 
    Ron's mind was working overtime as he left the restroom. 
He felt that this might be a good place to put his newly discovered
talents to good use.  Ron had manipulated every class today, learning
the limits of his "broadcast" ability.  He'd learned what commands
would and wouldn't work in broadcast mode.  Or, more accurately, what
*types* of commands.  He felt he was ready to try something more
risky.  Ron still worried about being caught; he knew he could make
people forget things he did, but still, he couldn't overcome thirteen
years of training that said some things you just don't do.
 
    Ron returned to the gym and set up the sound system. 
Really, he was only needed for the first part of the gathering, while
people were speaking and some presentations were made.  Once the dance
started, the sound level would be set and left.  The volume would be
dictated by the song.  Ron sat through all the boring garbage, making
sure mikes were on and sound levels were proper.  Since he was used to
this, everything went flawlessly.  Which was a good thing, since the
last thing he wanted was to be embarrassed in front of a bunch of
fifteen-year-olds.  One nice thing about his power was that he couldn't
be surprised by changes in the agenda.  He knew what they were before
the emcee had a chance to announce them.  Ron was on top of it all; 
the emcee thought he was a genius.
 
 
 
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    Once the dance began, Ron wandered around the edge of the
room.  Looking at the crowd, Ron saw lots of pretty girls.  Girls he
wouldn't mind getting to know better.  Of course, some of these pretty
girls were dancing with really big guys, but Ron didn't concern himself
with that.  They were not a problem for him.  Besides, it was mostly a
daydream: something he'd never bother fulfilling.  It was just
something to pass the time.  He had been briefly interrupted when his
sister had brought Mr. Peterson, the teachers and the planning
committee over to thank him, but mostly he was ignored.  As he had
expected, and fervently hoped.  Ron slipped out into the hallway, and
headed toward the restroom.  Passing by, he heard girls in there,
talking.  Ron stepped inside the boys' room, and concentrated.  He
formed a mental image of the girls' restroom, then formed his command
on top of that.  Tonight's command was similar to one he'd used on his
mother, but with a twist.  No one in the room would be able to see,
hear, or even feel him.  He stabilized the command, and stepped back
into the hallway.  With a few quick looks to make sure no one could see
him, he hurried into the girls' room.
 
 
 
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    Inside, two girls were talking and freshening their
makeup.  They were both dressed nicely, and they had pretty good
bodies, too.  Ron lifted both their skirts, and placed his hand on each
one's pussy.  This thrilled Ron.  Here he was, touching the pussy of
girls that he not only had just met, but didn't even know!  Eventually,
those two girls left, and Ron stood around and waited.  By and by, a
girl came in, and Ron knew he'd found his target.  She was an Asian
girl, with typically Asian features.  With one glaring exception: she
had vivid, deep blue eyes.  Ron almost got lost in those eyes, until
she bumped against him to look in the mirror.  As she did so, her
breasts rubbed against his arm.  He looked down to see an absolutely
perfect set of tits.  Just slightly more than a handful, perfectly
shaped, and mouth-watering.  Ron knew he had to have this girl.
 
    Ron made a few modifications to his broadcast command, so
that no one could now see or hear either of them.  Ron removed her from
the command's grip, but before she could do anything, he re-established
control over her.  He had her stand motionless while he removed her
dress carefully.  He didn't want it to get ripped or anything, that
would be too noticeable.  He pulled her into a stall, and hung the
dress on the hook on the door.  She had not been wearing a bra, and so
was now only clad in panties.  Ron delved into her cleavage with his
tongue, lapping up the scent he found there.  He twirled each nipple
with his tongue, and she mewled in pleasure.  Ron looked up and asked,
"What's your name?"  It just seemed absurd to him that he fuck a girl
whose name he didn't know.
 
    "Kumiko.  My friends call me Miko."
 
    "Very good, Miko."  Ron resumed his sucking until he felt
he'd had enough.  He sat on the toilet and looked at her momentarily,
absorbing every inch of her body into his mind.  Then he reached out
and pulled her panties down.  He took these and placed them in his
pocket.  Then he pulled her to him.  He breathed in her woman scent,
and then tasted her juice.  *Strange, she's already wet.  Usually when
I do it this way, I have to work harder.  Not that I mind...*  Ron
decided to abbreviate his performance, and get right to it.
 
    "Miko, remove my clothes."  Ron stood to make her job
easier.  She slowly removed each article of clothing, folding it neatly
and setting it in a pile on the floor.  Ron returned to his seat, and
motioned Miko to sit in his lap.  As she did so, he positioned his cock
so that it would penetrate as she sat down.  Now, she was sitting in
his lap, his cock buried deep inside her.  The look on her face was one
of joy.  Ron realized this was going to be a nice, slow session, but he
had one concern.
 
    "Miko, did you come with someone?"
 
    "Yes.  His name is Rick.  I don't like him, though.  He is
not gentle."
 
*    Why is she volunteering information?  Normally this is
like pulling teeth without a lot of prep work.  Oh, well.  I'll just go
with it, I guess.*  He should have seen the similarity, but his mind
was in a bit of a haze at the time.
 
    Ron found Rick mentally, and gave him a couple commands so
that he wouldn't notice how long Miko was gone, would not act surprised
when people asked about her absence, and would not attempt anything
with her after the dance.  If she felt he wasn't gentle, he didn't want
the bastard to have any part of her.
 
    Then he returned to Miko.  She had been grinding little
circles in his lap while he was busy, and it was driving him crazy.  He
had her start raising herself up and lowering herself on his cock at an
almost maddeningly slow pace.  Her pussy was velvety, and hot.  Ron was
embracing the sensation.  He tried to feel something new with each
encounter.  It was getting difficult to do that, but it gave him a goal
to shoot for.
 
    Gradually, Miko built up speed until finally, she came with
a deep soft moan, and went limp.  This was different from most of his
experiences, but he sat with her in his arms, completely slack.  This
was a little irritating, because he really needed to come.  He thought
about taking direct control of her body, but just then fortune smiled
on him.  His sister entered the bathroom.  He quickly lifted Miko off
of himself, and rested her on the toilet.  Ron stepped out of the stall
and up to his sister.  He removed her from the command, and lifted her
dress up.  She wasn't wearing any panties.  Ron liked her that way.
 
    "Ron!  What are you doing?!"  She was startled, but not
panicked.  She knew he wouldn't hurt her.  She was already wet, just
thinking about him doing things to her.
 
    "Dawn, I really need relief.  My last partner quit on me." 
With that, he pressed himself into her, having noted her already
aroused state.  Lacking any finesse whatsoever at this point, he
pounded away at his sister until he came.  She didn't do so, but that
wasn't the point, and they both knew it.  Ron was nice enough to help
her clean up, however.
 
    "Thank you, Dawn.  You've been a big help."  She gave him a
kiss and a hug to let him know she hadn't minded, finished her business
in the restroom, and left.
 
    Meanwhile, Ron was cleaning up Miko, who was finally
starting to snap to.  Ron had dressed, and had wiped her body clean of
fluids.  He didn't really understand why he bothered.  He knew he
didn't have to, he could have made her do it, but he just enjoyed it so
much, the touching, the caresses.  Even while she was unconscious, he
had enjoyed touching her skin.  Ron realized he must just be addicted
to women and all their many parts.  *Well, there are worse
addictions...*
 
    The rest of the dance was pretty dull.  However, Ron made
it up to Dawn after they got home.  She went to bed happy and sated. 
Ron went to his mother's room, where he slept now, to find her awake.
 
    "Did you enjoy the dance?"  his mother asked.
 
    "It was okay.  It had its moments."  Did it ever!
 
    "How was Dawn?"
 
    "Oh, I think she's fine.  She seemed to be okay most of the
night."
 
    "That's good.  It's nice that you and your sisters are
getting along so much better now.  It makes for a happier house to come
home to.  With a boss like mine, that makes work more bearable."
 
    "She getting on you again?  Heck, you do most of her work
now as it is."
 
    "Well, she just doesn't see it that way.  I feel so tense
and stressed."
 
    Ron reached up to rub his mother's shoulders, as she was
facing away from him.  "I know a cure for that..."  His mother smiled
as he reached around and caressed her breasts.
 
    "You still have some left for me, even after Dawn?"
 
*    If you only knew...*  "I'm always ready to make you happy,
Mom."
 
    And with that, another slow session of love-making began...
 
 
 
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    The weeks went by and the time approached for Ron to head
to CAMP.  Only one troubling event occurred during this time.
 
    "Ron?"
 
    "Yeah Mom?"  He'd been reading a book on biology.
 
    "I think we have a problem.  Your sister is feeling sick in
the mornings."
 
*    Uh-oh.*  Even Ron knew what 'morning sickness' meant. 
*Pregnant*.  "What do we do, Mom?"
 
    "Well, I've called Dr. Brown.  She's my gynecologist.  She
can see us today.  We need to go now.  I suppose you should come too."
 
    "Yes, I think that would be a good idea."  Ron thought the
doc might need some programming of her own if she found out who's child
it was.  *How could it have happened?  We've always used protection...
Oh, shit!  Not always.  Not the night of the dance.  Neither of us even
thought of it.*
 
    They arrived at the doctor's office, and the doctor came
in.  Upon seeing Ron, she looked at Sandra and said, "He should wait
outside."
 
    "No, doctor.  Ron needs to be here.  He is helping to keep
the family functional.  He needs to know what is said here."
 
    "But, Mrs. Chaffey, I'll need to examine your daughter..."
 
    "She hasn't got anything he hasn't seen already."
 
    The doctor found this hard to believe, but was willing to
cooperate for now.  "Okay... Dawn, please remove your clothes."
 
*    Funny.  That's how this whole thing started.  With Dawn
taking off her clothes.*
 
    The doctor did her exam, and took a blood test.  They had a
lab on site, and she had the results of everything back very quickly.
 
    "Well, young lady, it would indeed appear that you are
pregnant.  Now, you have to decide if you want to keep it or not."
 
    "She's going to keep it."  This was Ron.  His answer and
his tone evoked a strong reaction in the doctor.
 
    "Listen here, you little pig.  That is her decision to
make, not yours.  It was probably some bastard like yourself that got
her into this condition.  You have no right to make that judgment for
her.  You just keep you mouth shut from -" Ron reached up and slapped
her.  The doctor staggered back as Ron stood up.  Ron was now as pissed
as he had ever been at his father, and then some.
 
    "Listen to me, you stupid bitch, don't ever say that I
don't care about my sister, or what happens to her.  For your
information, it happens to be *my* baby she's carrying!"  The doctor
paled at this, but Ron carried on.  "As for making the decision for
her, she would have asked me what to do anyway.  I saved her the
trouble.  Now then..." at this point, Ron looked deep into her eyes,
and her face took on a familiar blank expression.  Ron knew he had to
calm himself now:  A mistake here could be costly.  "You will never
reveal any of what you have learned about our family.  You will not
disclose the nature of her pregnancy.  You will treat her with respect,
and me also.  From now on, you may only refer to me as 'sir' unless I
otherwise tell you."  Ron carried on for a bit, entering commands
almost as one would type into a computer.  When he was finished, he sat
down.
 
    "Well, young lady?  Your brother has spoken.  Do you agree
with him?"
 
    "We'll keep the baby."  Dawn looked over at him, a question
in her eyes.  The love she saw returned in his was reassuring.  She
reached out to him, and he took her hand.  They sat that way through
the rest of the doctor's visit.
 
    On the ride home, his mother questioned him.  "It's your
decision, Ron, but why do you want the baby?"
 
    "It's okay, Mom, he's right, we should-"  Ron silenced his
sister with a touch.
 
    "Mom, I don't believe in abortions.  I think they're a
waste of human life.  It was an accident, but it was bound to happen
sooner or later.  You and I haven't been using protection, ya know."
 
    "I know, Ron.  Eventually, you will get me pregnant, too. 
Do you want that?"
 
    "I don't know.  But, if it happens, I don't want you to
have an abortion."
 
    "Okay, Ron.  Dawn, honey, are you sure you're okay?"  Dawn
had been awfully quiet during this exchange.
 
    Dawn tried to decide whether she was okay or not.  She
snuggled closer to Ron, and he took her hand again.  He still had that
same look in his eyes, and then she knew.  "Yeah Mom, I'm okay.  Ron
will take care of things."
 
 
 
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    Finally, the day had arrived.  June 14th, the day Ron was
to leave for CAMP.  Mr. McGavin was already there, and now they were
waiting on Jessica.  Sandra brought in a tray of hors d' oeuvres and
set them on a table.  This reminded Mike of something.
 
    "Say, Ron, how'd your project go?"
 
    Without a word, Ron reached out and rested his hand on his
mother's ass cheek.  She smiled and turned to him, then sat next to him
on the couch.  She kissed him, softly, then sensuously, and finally
with much passion.  They broke the kiss, and she whispered to Ron, "I'm
going to miss you."
 
    Ron removed his hand from where it rested on her breast and
said, "I'm going to miss you too, Mom.  But it'll only be eight
weeks."  Ron looked over at Mike, and asked, "Well?  What do you think?"
 
    "I think that I'll label that a successful completion.  I
don't even think I want to know-" Just then the doorbell rang.  Sandra
went to get it, and returned with Jessica and her father.  Jessica
walked over to Ron and gave him a hug and a quick kiss, since her
father was in the room.
 
    "Hi, Jess."  Ron stood up to greet her father.  "Hello, Mr.
Simmons."
 
    "Hello, Ron.  Can you and I speak briefly?  In private?"
 
    "I guess.  How long do we have, Mike?"
 
    "Take as long as you need.  The plane ain't leaving without
us.  Come on, Jessica, let's go get your suitcase into my car."  While
the two of them went outside,  Sandra retreated to the kitchen.
 
    "What can I do for you, Mr. Simmons?"
 
    "Ron, I need to know what happened at that meeting a few
weeks ago."
 
    "Which meeting, sir?"
 
    "The one with you and Jessica's teacher and my wife."
 
*    What does he know, and how will he react?*
 
    "I'm not sure I understand, sir."
 
    Up until this point, Mr. Simmons' face had held a dour
expression.  Now it broke into a wide grin.  "Oh, yes you do.  I can
see it in your face.  You're not a real good liar, son.  Look,  I
gather something really weird went on at that meeting, because my wife
has...changed.  She's more...attentive to my...needs, do you
understand?"
 
    Of course he understood.  After all, he'd implanted the
command.  However, he wanted to see exactly what Mr. Simmons thought
had happened.
 
    "Well, I think so, sir, but why do you think something
happened at the meeting?"
 
    "Because it all started then.  I can't tell you about it
without getting somewhat vulgar, son, but somehow I think you've heard
it all.  That night was the first time we'd made love in six months,
and that night we did it *twice*!  Since then, she has not refused my
advances even once.  That is very unusual for her.  Normally, she has
'a headache' when I'm interested in... well, you know.  I *know* you
know.  Now, you know *I* know.  What I want to know is, how'd you do
it?"
 
    Ron could tell the guy was pleased as punch.  He decided to
let him have just a little of the truth.  "You wouldn't believe me if I
told you."
 
    "Okay, I'll buy that.  Tell me this:  How long will it
last?"
 
    "Forever, or until I change it."
 
    "God, no!  Don't change it!  How can I keep you from
changing it?"
 
    Ron saw a golden opportunity here.  "Well, what's it worth
to you?"
 
    "Anything!  Everything!  Whatever you want, I'll get."
 
    "What I want is your daughter."
 
    "What?  I don't understand."
 
    "Look, Jess has been... influenced in some of the same ways
that your wife has.  Jess has said that she wants to be my slave."
 
    "What do you mean, slave?  You mean a 'do anything you tell
her to' slave, or what?
 
    "That's right.  She has agreed to let me run her life. 
However, the problem is that most of the time, we are not together. 
This is a problem, and it makes her unhappy.  I don't want to have an
unhappy slave, it makes my life harder.  That is, by the way, why she
is going to CAMP with me.  It wouldn't be good for her to be away from
me for eight weeks."
 
    "Well, how can we solve that problem?"
 
    "The easiest way is for her to move in here.  We could work
out the lawyer-type stuff in a way that makes everyone happy, but she
needs to live with me."
 
    "Well, gee, that would leave the house empty for just Mary
and me...  Ron, I think we can come to some sort of arrangement."
 
    "Thank you, Mr. Simmons.  I thought you'd see it my way."
 
    "Ron, I think you can call me Bill.  You and I are gonna be
good friends."
 
    "Thanks, Bill.  Well, I've got to go.  CAMP is calling."
 
*    Well, there's one problem solved.  Now, let's go learn
something*
 
 
 
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