Gender: Male Age: 45 Location: N/A
|Introduction: Some of the theories on manipulation of the minds of other were skewed, I thought, so I have rewritten this part of CAMP as well (I think I've got the line spacing right)|
After a short plane ride, and a ride in a limousine, which both Ron and Jess found fascinating, they arrived at CAMP. They entered through a large gate in a 30 foot high cinder-block wall. The wall was more of a big room, surrounding the complex. It was 20 feet thick, and had guards walking on top of it. Ron looked questioningly at Mike.
‘Don’t worry, they’re up there to keep people out, not to keep you in. We’ve had lots of curious people, usually teenagers, try to break in. We just got tired of having to deal with them. Now all the signs and warnings around the complex make us look like a government research facility.’
Ron looked around at the compound as they stepped out of the limo. There were several buildings, scattered all over an area bigger than Ron could estimate. They got into an electric cart, and Mike began the tour.
‘The compound sits on 40 acres of land. That’s a quarter mile, square, in case you’re wondering. The main buildings are the dorms, the cafeteria, the gymnasium, which is where a lot of the physical aspects of your training will take place, and of course the classrooms. The building you see here is the main office. You won’t have cause to go in there, it’s mainly for CAMP personnel. You’ll get a schedule later, but basically, it goes like this: get up, eat breakfast, classes until lunch, eat lunch, then you have a few hours off. Another class period until dinner, and a short class period after dinner. You will have a few out-of-class assignments, and of course you will need to practice. Of course, the term “class” is misleading, since it implies a large number of students. The likelihood is that there will never be more than three people in a class, and that only at the beginning. Since this school is learn-at-your-own-pace, you will lose classmates as you either excel or fall behind. Of course, I don’t expect that you will be falling behind. Any questions so far?’
‘When do I meet my instructors?’
‘You don’t have instructors plural, just an instructor. You will meet him shortly. Tomorrow, you will begin your classes. The only thing scheduled for today is an orientation with your instructor, and the choosing of your test subjects.’
‘Test subjects. You obviously need to have someone to try stuff out on. Before you say it, yes you could use Jess, but normally we would have you pick out two subjects. It allows for conflicting commands to be tried, which would not be possible in a single subject. You may, of course, choose two subjects today, or you can use Jess as one of your subjects, and only choose one. That is up to you.’
‘I see. What is there to do for fun around here?’
‘Oh, yes. That’s the one building I didn’t talk about. It’s over there on the right. The Activity Centre is open 24 hours a day. All sorts of activities go on in there. We have an arcade, a pool hall, a theatre, all sorts of things. You’ll just have to explore it in your free time.’
‘Where are we?’
‘I’m afraid I’m not supposed to tell you that. I can tell you that we are somewhere in the state of New Mexico, but other than that, it’s, um...classified.’
‘May I ask why?’
‘Just a precaution. We want to keep a low profile, and it helps us if nobody knows where we are.’
Ron found this odd, since he was already here, but didn’t really care. He was only asking out of curiosity. He knew that they weren’t going to hurt him. If they’d wanted to do that, they wouldn’t have done things in this manner. Mike continued with his tour, until they arrived in front of the gymnasium.
‘Classes start tomorrow for several students, so we’ve gathered everyone here in the gym. C’mon, let’s go inside.’
They all walked into the gym, and Ron stood transfixed at the sight. There were a couple of hundred people, and they were everywhere. Most were walking around, but the few that drew his attention were sitting down. On the ceiling.
‘How...wh...’ Ron couldn’t even get out his question.
‘Oh, geez. I’m sorry Ron, we just didn’t think. Normally, we don’t display parts of “The Ability” to someone until we try to teach it to them. But you haven’t followed the normal course in your development. Usually, telekinesis is the first skill learned. Most people learn to manipulate objects first. You, on the other hand, seem to focus exclusively on people, which is a much harder skill. You see, sitting on the ceiling is easy for a telekinetic, it’s just not very useful. Those three are just showing off.’
Ron absorbed this information as his brain tried to assimilate the idea of walking up a wall and across the ceiling. He intimated this to Mike, who corrected Ron on the procedure.
‘No, no. That’s not how they got there. Here, let me demonstrate. Joseph. Joe, come on down here, please.’
One of the men on the ceiling pushed himself off and literally swooped down to a soft landing on the ground.
‘What can I do for you, sir?’
‘Joe, this is Ron. He’ll be starting classes tomorrow. Ron hasn’t learned much in the way of telekinesis yet, and I just wanted him to see one of its...less useful aspects.’
‘How do you do that?’ asked Ron.
Joe laughed. ‘Oh, you’ll learn. It’s a lot easier than it looks, but it’s not really very useful in the real world. I mean, what would people think if they could see you flying overhead?’
‘Why not just make yourself invisible? I mean, flying’s faster than driving, right, and if no one can see you you’re ok?’
Ron thought this was obvious, but he found the other two people staring at him.
‘Ron, nobody, but nobody can make themselves invisible. It’s just not...’ Mike stopped, because he
realised that Ron had vanished right in front of him. A disembodied voice said, ‘You mean you can’t do this?’
‘How in the hell did you do that?’ Joe exclaimed. Ron reappeared, and smiled.
‘Just a little something I picked up along the way.’ With that, Ron thought he felt a push at his mind. He looked around to see someone staring intently at Jessica.
‘Excuse me? Can I help you?’ Ron inquired.
Jessica suddenly started walking toward the stranger. Ron sent her a command, and she stopped, but it was like a tug-of-war in his mind, with her in the middle.
Then the other man fell to the ground. Standing behind him was a man dressed all in black. He was about 5’ 8”, muscular, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He wore a black jumpsuit and combat boots. He had on a black beret with an unfamiliar insignia on it. He had just kicked the other man in the back, and now he was looking very angrily at him. The other man turned over and looked up, his face now white as a sheet.
‘James. Hey, I’m sorry. It’ll never...’
‘Shut the hell up. You’ve been warned three times, Tom. I’ve wasted enough of my time keeping you in line. This time, it goes before the committee.’ James signalled, and two guards, dressed in grey,
appeared. ‘Take him to a holding cell.’ They escorted him out, and James came over to greet Ron.
‘Sorry about that. Some people just can’t follow the rules.’ James held out his hand, and then he realised that Ron was staring at him as though he were Darth Vader. ‘My name is James. I am in charge of discipline here at CAMP. May I ask who you are?’
It took Ron forever to get out a response, so in awe of this man was he. He was physically imposing, yes, but it was his obvious mental power that had stunned Ron. ‘Um...Ron, sir.’
‘You can drop the “sir”. Around here, we’re pretty informal. Can I see your sheet?’ Mike handed over Ron’s paperwork, and James looked up in surprise. ‘This is Ron Chaffey?’
‘This is him.’
‘But...they’ve got David down as his instructor. David isn’t qualified for a 12.’
‘I don’t question the orders, Jim. I just go where they tell me.’ Ron was looking on in confusion, so James decided to explain.
‘See, Ron, you have already achieved quite a bit of what we would normally teach here. Most people who come to us are around a 5 or a 6. The number is simply a scale, that starts at one and goes up indefinitely. You have been provisionally assessed at a level known as psych-12, and it is very likely that you will turn out to be even higher, especially after that demonstration you just gave us. This is already very high, and actually higher than the man they chose to instruct you. This is not allowable by the rules of CAMP, and a bit pointless as well because you already know everything he could teach you. We’ll have to find you a new instructor.’
Mike interrupted at this point. ‘But Jim, we don’t have any instructors who are sufficiently above this guy’s level.’
‘You’re right. The best we’ve got is a 14, and that’s not good enough. I think maybe Peter and I should take over this case.’
‘You? You haven’t done case work in a couple years.’
‘I still know how. Besides, if this kid is this good now, how good will he be in eight weeks? Do you think any of the usual teaching staff could teach him what he’s gonna want to know, what he’s capable of taking in?’
‘No, probably not. Well, it’s your decision. I guess I’ll take my leave now. Ron, good luck. James here will teach you everything there is to know. I’ve got to get back to my normal job. Good luck, and have fun.’ Ron shook his hand, and Mike headed off. Ron turned back to James, and was about to barrage him with questions, when he started on his own little spiel.
‘Okay, let me explain some things to you. You’ve heard some terms already that I’m sure you don’t understand. Let’s go over them one at a time. The psych level is easy: Your average person on the street is a psych-1. This indicates no active psychic ability, and very little passive ability. The levels increase with what you’re capable of doing up to a psych-18. Psych-18 means that you can achieve most things from anywhere in the world, affecting anything else, anywhere in the world. In other words, standing here, a psych-18 could roll a rock up a hill in Sri Lanka. Anyway, beyond Psych-18, levels are achieved through friendly competition. Before you ask, I have achieved psych-46. No Talent has ever achieved anything above psych-16. You may be the first, your power is strong enough, I think.’
‘James, what’s with everyone calling me a talent?’
‘Oh, yeah. There are three groups here at CAMP. We call them Talents, Gifts, and Skills. Talents are the largest group, composed of people who just naturally have “The Ability”. Gifts is a small group, we have about 50 members who are Gifts. These people were given “The Ability” by some event in their life. The most common seems to be a head injury, but we can’t learn anything from that, since it obviously doesn’t always happen. Anyway, the last group, the Skills, is the smallest. As a matter of fact, there are only three, of which I am one. We are referred to as Skills because we actually learned how to control the Ability. This group is the strongest, because, we think, they have a more systematic approach to “The Ability”. You are a Talent, but a very strong one.’
‘How long did it take you to learn?’
‘Twenty years. I started learning about it when I started learning martial arts. I was in a ninjitsu school, and some of what we learned was how to achieve intimidation of the enemy. This is a basic mind-control technique, and it can be learned by almost anybody. We don’t know yet if there is some latent ability that allows certain people to learn how to control “The Ability” or what, but it is not a common occurrence. Oh, just a second. Pete. C’mere.’ Pete trotted over. He wasn’t nearly as impressive as James, dressed in light brown pants and a T-shirt.
‘Yeah, boss, what can I do for ya?’
‘Pete, this is Ron Chaffey. We’re going to be instructing him together.’ Pete looked Ron over, and, for the first time, somebody acknowledged Jessica’s presence.
‘Oh, sorry. This is Jessica. She’s my...slave.’ He still had trouble with the concept, but he was growing more used to it. Pete and James looked at each other, as if communicating, and, Ron realised, they probably were.
‘We hadn’t known you’d acquired a follower yet, Ron. Very impressive. Well, why don’t you come with me? Some of the rest of the tour might be kind of dull for her. Pete, why don’t you show the lady to their quarters?’
Jess gripped Ron’s arm tighter, but Ron gently released her grip. ‘Jess, go with Pete. I’ll be with you later. Why don’t you unpack our stuff and get everything organized?’
‘Yes, sir.’ Jess followed Pete out the door, and Ron and James continued their conversation.
‘You were saying something, Ron, before that dimwit interrupted you, about flying being faster than driving. You’re right, but, as they told you, it would be too obvious for people to see you gliding overhead.’
James had not seen Ron makehimself invisible earlier.
‘Well, yeah, they said that. But then I asked them why they didn’t just make themselves invisible, and they all looked at me funny.’ Pretty much as James was doing now.
‘You mean, you can do that?’
‘Sure. It’s not that hard. At least, not for me. You mean you can’t do it?’
‘Never tried, really. It had never occurred to me. You’ll have to explain to me how you do it. But, we can get to that later.’ Just then, a group of men in white suits entered the gym. All the instructors stopped talking until the men signalled for them to continue.
‘Who’re they?’ Ron asked.
‘That’s the committee. They are CAMP’s board of directors. They make all the important decisions around here.’
‘How come they all wear white?’
‘It’s kind of a colour code for the staff. You’ll notice that instructors wear whatever they want. The committee wears all white, the guards wear grey.’
‘And you wear black. What are you? I mean, in the company?’
‘I am the committee’s only Member-At-Large. You see, none of the committee members ever leaves this compound. It is a decision they made when they agreed to become membersof the committee. However, the committee realised that there would be times when it would need to directly influence things outside the complex. That’s where I come in. It is my job to handle any issues that the committee thinks need to be taken care of. I am their trouble-shooter, if you like.’
‘Okay, but if you’re a committee member, how come you don’t wear white?’
‘Ever seen anybody look intimidating wearing white?’ James chuckled. ‘It’s all part of the image. I did it so that I’d be easily recognizable here on campus, and so that normal people would more easily avoid bothering me. Mainly I did it because I hate wearing white.’
Ron laughed at that. They continued on with their talk and tour, until they reached another, smaller, building.
‘Ron, in here is the holding facility for our test subjects. It is basically a first-come, first-served situation, but, since you’re my student, I’m gonna let you have first crack at them. Have you decided whether or not you are going to use Jessica as a test subject?’
‘I think she’d feel left out if I didn’t. So, I guess I’ll just need one from here, right?’
‘That’s right. Now, when we go in there, take your time. Make your decision based mainly on appearance, unless you enjoy changing attitudes of specific types of people. The final parts of your training will involve turning these subjects into exactly what you want them to be, so don’t worry what they’re like now. Of course, some of the girls in here are real bitches, and, if you like that sort of thing, you can have a lot of fun messing with their minds, and bodies. But that’s all up to you. Let’s go in, shall we?’
James opened the door, and, there before them, was a large room full of women. All were fully clothed, and all of them were also beautiful. Ron didn’t know how he was going to choose.
He spent about a half hour, wandering through the room. Finally, he stopped in front of one girl who was slumped against the wall.
‘What’s your name?’
‘That’s a strange name. Was your mother unhappy to have you?’ Ron was chuckling, and he could see James smiling out of the corner of his eye. The girl, on the other hand, had a look of contempt and pure
hatred on her face, and kept quiet.
‘I asked you what your name was.’
This time, Ron added just a hint of warning to his voice. Enough that he knew she caught it, and he could see it in her eyes: the beginnings of fear.
The hate dripped from her voice. That made up his mind for him. Megan was about 5’ 3” tall, a redhead with light green eyes. Her mouth would have been pretty if it hadn’t been drawn into a scowl. She had ample breasts, a firm ass, and long legs. She was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and she reminded him of some of the friends of his older step-sister.
‘I’ll take her,’ Ron said to James. James got out a clipboard and found her paperwork.
‘Good choice. Let’s see: her name, as she said, is Megan. She is 18 years old. A runaway, we found her on the streets. Her parents have already presumed her dead. She is free and clear, and at this point has no real identity. We have reworked her identification papers, and we can rewrite them however you would like when the time comes. You will see when you get to your room that, in addition to the master suite, there are two small bedrooms, one for each of your “subjects”. We’ll go there now, so we can drop her off. Do you need restraints, or how do you want to handle her? She’s still a little rebellious.
Ron figured everyone understood the basic command given to a dog to follow. She did, but was fussing and cursing all the way until she suddenly quieted down. James took note of all of this.
Finally they arrived at his room. Upon entering, he noted that the room had been nicely furnished, with plush carpeting, a king-size bed, a comfy-looking couch, and several soft chairs. The couch held particular interest, as it was the present location of Jessica, who was wearing very little at the moment. She rose upon seeing the new people, and reached for her robe, but Ron stopped her.
‘Don’t bother, Jess. Come here.’
James was monitoring the mental energies in the room, and was surprised to find that Ron wasn’t using any on Jess. She had actually become a willing slave. This was very advanced work. A debriefing was going to be necessary before they could decide what Ron needed to learn.
‘Jess, this is Megan. She is going to be staying here with us. Have you chosen which of the smaller rooms you want?’
‘Won’t I be sleeping with you?’ she asked, with a pouting expression.
‘Sometimes, but not always. You should choose which room you want.’
Jess picked one, and Ron directed Megan into the other. He followed her in, and gave her some instructions so that, other than going to the bathroom and immediately returning, she would not leave that one room for the moment.
When Ron returned, he asked James, ‘So, what’ll I be learning tomorrow?’
‘Well, tomorrow will be a debriefing of what you’ve accomplished before coming to CAMP. This gives us a basis to judge your level of achievement when you leave. Then, in the afternoon, we’ll begin classes on mental self-defence.’
‘The ability to protect yourself and others from mental attack.’ James saw the look of surprise on Ron’s face. ‘Don’t worry, almost nobody thinks of it on their own. It’s actually my invention. It is a necessary skill, though, so that you can protect yourself from the evil psychics out there, and, yes, there are some. Now then, I’ll leave you all alone to get acquainted and settled in. You know where the cafeteria is, right? Good. I’ll pick you up here tomorrow at nine o’clock. See you then.’
Over the next weeks, Ron learned many useful things. He learned about mental defence, and forms of mental control over his own body, to effect healing, and repair. Ron always had either Jess or Megan with him during his classes. On the day he learned about telekinesis, Megan happened to be the one who was with him. Ron hadn’t touched Megan yet, it was just more trouble than it was worth. Jess was always eager to please, and so Ron had settled for her attentions. Not that he wasn’t interested in Megan, just that he felt he could wait until she was a little more friendly.
Pete was instructing Ron today, saying that James had gone off on an assignment, and probably wouldn’t be back until the end of the week.
Pete set a small crystal on the table in front of Ron, and it seemed to magically move over to him.
‘Okay, Ron. I want you to use your mind to push the crystal across the table. I’m not going to be fighting you on this, it’s just you and the crystal.’
Ron had read the manual on this, but he hadn’t actually tried it yet. They had warned him not to try a completely new thing for the first time alone. At least, not while at CAMP, anyway. Ron concentrated on the crystal, and it began to vibrate. He concentrated harder, and all of a sudden, the crystal took off across the room and embedded itself into the wall.
‘Geez, Ron. You’re using enough psi-power to move a small office building. You need to ease up, you’re pushing too hard. It might help to imagine that you have a third hand that can reach anywhere, then just hold the crystal with that to move it. Now then, try again.’ Pete yanked the crystal out of the wall with his mind and floated it over to the table again.
By the end of the session, Ron was moving the crystal, the table, and the chair he was sitting on, all at once. He still hadn’t figured how to move himself, to fly, but that would come in time, Pete said.
‘Now, then, Ron, we’re going to have a little fun. According to your file, you are very interested in sex. Not uncommon for a 16 year-old psychic. It does, however, give me an interesting opportunity to teach you some of the subtleties of telekinesis that other interests just don’t allow for. I’m going to leave in a minute, but you have an assignment. Before you leave this room, I want you to make Megan there have an orgasm. But, the catch is, you can’t touch her with any part of your body. You’ve got to do it with telekinesis. And no cheating: I’ll be monitoring your thoughts, so don’t go sending any mental control messages. This is a telekinesis lesson, you may only use telekinesis. You may use physical control to restrict her movement, but that’s all. Good luck.’
Pete walked out and left the two of them alone.
Well, this is going to be fun, if I can manage it.‘Are you ready?’
‘You won’t be able to do it, you little shit. There’s no way I’m going to come for you.’
Ron slumped in his chair, relaxing as he’d been taught, and stared at his subject. He started sending her commands.
First, she raised her arms.
Why can’t I stop this little fuck? Well, there’s no way he’s gonna make me come.
Slowly, her T-shirt rose up off her body, off her arms, and fell to the floor. She was wearing a bra, but this, too, was unhooked and pulled off her arms.
How can he do that? He hasn’t moved an inch.
Ron wasn’t moving at all, but he was thoroughly enjoying the show. With her arms raised, her breasts were pulled up, and stood out even prouder than usual. It was a thrilling sight, but Ron remembered his assignment, and so he moved on.
He mentally undid her pants, and pulled them down until they fell to the floor. He wondered if he should have her step out of them, then got an idea. Slowly, she rose clear of the floor, until she was floating about two feet above the ground.
Next, her shoes and socks flew off her feet. All that was left were her panties, and they went rather quickly, but Ron didn’t pull them off, he pulled them apart. They ripped to shreds, and Megan’s eyes widened as she felt them torn from her body.
Ron had discovered the power of g-spot manipulation on an individual that first time he fucked his mother, so he did the same thing to Megan’s g-spot.
He noticed her suddenly shiver with surprise at the abrupt surge of pleasure from her pussy, though her questioning expression showed she couldn’t understand it.
One of the things Pete had told Ron was, “The extension you imagine doesn’t have to be a hand. A hand is useful for moving things, but the extension can be shaped like anything”.
So Ron imagined his extension was a feather, long and wavy, and brushed it against her body.
The touch was light, ever so light. He moved it along her breasts, and she shuddered, pushing her breasts out to try to obtain more contact.
Of course, Ron wasn’t going to allow that. He pulled back with her every move, being mentally aware of what she was going to do before she did it. His touch moved down her body, and she clamped her legs shut.
Annoyed, Ron blasted just a little more energy at her than necessary, and her legs flew open as far as they would go.
He continued his onslaught, now caressing her pussy lips with just the faintest of touches. She was moaning now, twisting this way and that, trying to make contact with something solid.
Ron continued this way for a few more minutes, then removed the feather.
A groan of disappointment escaped Megan’s lips, and inwardly she was mortified.
This little scum has got me all hot and bothered. I can’t believe he’s doing this.
Ron reformed his extension.
Now, it was shaped like a long snake, writhing and wiggling. He wrapped it around each breast in turn, then both at the same time, forming a figure eight on her chest, squeezing and massaging. He left the end to flick at her nipples, back and forth, alternating between the two. Slowly, he lengthened the extension so that, while it was still wrapped around her breasts, it could now reach down to her pussy.
Her pussy was dripping by this point, and she let out a loud grunt as she felt the extension pass over her nether lips. It reached out and flicked across her clitoris, and she squealed in pleasure. Finally, Ron figured it was time. He enlarged the very end of his extension, and pushed it into her pussy. It now resembled a cock, and he used it as one, plunging in and out of her pussy.
She was moaning constantly now, building in intensity and volume. He figured it was time to make her come, and he rammed the dildo hard into her, and she screamed for all she was worth. Ron set up a killer pace, and it didn’t take long before her body was wracked with a colossal orgasm, one of the first of her life. She came and came for minutes, continually.
Finally she descended from her orgasmic high, and Ron gently lowered her to the floor. Her knees wouldn’t hold her standing upright, but he caught her in his mind, and laid her down on the carpeted floor.
Ron looked down to see that he had come when she did. It was one of the hottest sexual encounters he’d ever had, and he’d never come within five feet of the girl.
Pete forgot to tell me that you can actually feel things with the extension. What a feeling.
Another of Ron’s important lessons came the following week. James was back, and he took Ron to a completely secluded room with no windows, and it was all sound-proofed.
‘What are we gonna learn in here?’ Ron wanted to know.
‘In here we learn one of the most important skills. This one skill is what enables us to manipulate things at great distance. It’s called “televiewing”. It is the ability to move your point of view out of your body, and into someplace you’re not, without using another person’s eyes. You've already learned about seeing through someone else’s eyes in the telepathy class. Now, it is very hard to manipulate the world while looking through someone else’s eyes, because their brain gets in the way of your abilities. If you can view the scene from a completely disconnected perspective, nothing can interfere with your powers.’
‘So, why are we in here?’
‘Well, we start out simple. I need you to try to view what is in the next room. It is an established scene, so I won’t have to go check on it to know if you’re right. It is also someplace you’ve never been, so I know you can’t already know what’s in there. Now then, just relax. Remember, concentrating too hard actually reduces the chances that “The Ability” will work. Imagine an eye floating out of your forehead, and flying around the room. Now then, I want you to see if you can move through the door.’
Ron struggled with this for a few minutes, but finally had a fairly unique thought.
Transparent air and opaque solid objects are all made up of atoms, which are mostly space, so if I narrow my thought beam thingy down and get it to sort of operate at the same frequency as the atoms then I should be able to see straight through the walls. After all, x-rays and such can go through walls, so why shouldn’t “thought beams”?
Meanwhile James was saying, ‘For now, we’ll have to provide you an opening to get through. And, there’s always little openings, even in a tightly locked house. You’ve just got to search for them.’ James reached over to remove the cover from a small hole in the door. ‘Go through this. The door to the other room is open. It is the next room down, going to the left as you leave this room.’
Ron commented that this was not necessary as he could see straight through the wall anyway, though it took more energy than finding a hole.
‘Huh,’ exclaimed James, incredulous at this statement.
‘I can see through the wall.'
‘How?’ asked James, replacing the cover. ‘No, prove it. Tell me what is in the room.’
Ron looked throught the wall and found a typical small classroom, but empty except for a few distinct objects. ‘I see a reflecting telescope, a basketball, an open book on a table, and a beach towel.’
‘What page is the book open on?’
Ron moved his eye closer. ‘206.’
‘Okay, Ron, now tell me how you did it. Because what you have just done is impossible.’
Ron described his thinking to the stunned instructor, who had to pause for a moment before managing to pull himself together enough to continue the lesson.
‘Ok. Let’s move on then. Here’s a little challenge. Hold your viewing eye in place, however you got it there, and use telekinesis to close the book. The trick is, instead of causing your extension to come from your body, make it come from your viewing eye.’
Ron worked this around in his head for a minute, then gave it a shot. Amazingly, it was quite easy to do.
His “extension” reached out and closed the book.
‘What is it, Ron?’
‘This book is called The Life of Ronald Chaffey.’
‘That’s right, Ron. The book is all about you. It took a great deal of effort to compile in such a short time, but, with your permission, this book will become one of the required texts for CAMP. You have been a unique student from the beginning, you’ve just proved it with this ability to “see” through walls, and you are progressing faster than even I suspected. Go ahead. Grab the book, and bring it back here.’
Ron misinterpreted what James said, stood up and walked quickly towards the wall.
‘Where are you going?’ James asked.
‘To get the book,’ Ron replied, changed the frequency of vibration of all the atoms in his own body to match that of those in the wall and walked straight through it. He went to the desk, picked the book up and brought it back to James who was just sitting there, stunned at another example of the use of pure psychic power.
‘Wow. That is incredible,’ James exclaimed as Ron emerged through the wall, carrying the book.’
‘I can’t do that much,’ said Ron, ‘it was exhausting.’
‘What did you do.’
Ron explained his thinking that everything is made of atoms, just spaced differently. So since x-rays can pass through walls, if he adjusted the frequence of vibration of all the atoms in his body to be in sync with those in the wall then he could just walk through it. Also, glass is solid so a psychic shouldn’t be able to see through it, but he can.
‘What do you say, Ron? Can we use you as a example of the right way to approach “The Ability”, I'll have to tell them there is something to add to it though?’
‘Well, sure, I guess. I would be honoured,’ he said formally, remembering the line from one of his mother’s plays.
‘Good. Now then, another assignment, to make sure you’ve got the hang of it. This one will be a little more difficult, and you might not manage it at first. What I want you to do is view what is going on right now in your own home.’
‘But, how do I do that? I don’t know where it is from here, since I don’t know where here is.’
‘Right. Open the book to the back.’
Ron did, and there he found a map. ‘Focus on the map. Push your mind into the map, right where your home is. Find that, as you go into the map, details that you hadn’t seen before actually appear on the map. Now, as you approach a specific city, you’ll find that you are then actually in that city. Let me know when you’ve made it that far.’
‘Okay, I’m there.’
‘Damn, that was fast. Okay, now, if you’re in your home town, you should be able to find your home. Find a way in, and observe what’s happening. I’ve got to make a pit stop, I’ll be back in a while. You let me know what you see, okay?’
‘Okay, James.’ Ron had found his house, but was trying to figure out a way in.
Cockroaches get in, so I can get in. I only need a little dinky hole, unless I use more energy to look through the wall.
Ron got lucky. It was a beautiful day in his home town so Nikki had her window open. Ron moved through the screen, which was full of holes, of course, and into her room, which happened to be empty. Ron saw her desk, neat as usual, and had an idea. I wonder if James would mind...Ron decided to risk it. He moved over to her desk, and saw her note pad, a pen lying next to it. Now, he formed his extension, and picked up the pen. He’d never tried writing with the extension, but he figured since it was his right hand, he should be able to.
He brought the pen to paper and wrote out, “Nikki: I miss you all. Love, Ron.”
He examined the writing, and, while a little messy, it was legible. He then moved out of the room, after remembering to set the pen down, and moved down the stairs. His “eye” apparently also had “ears”, because he could hear sounds coming from his mother’s room. They sounded very entertaining, and he flew in to investigate. The door was open, so that was no problem.
Once inside, he saw a scene that made him instantly hard.
Sandra was lying on her back, while Dawn straddled her face, her pussy pressed into her mouth. Sandra was sucking and licking at Dawn’s clit, making her squirm.
Meanwhile, Nikki was lapping Sandra’s pussy, nibbling on her clitoris.
Tammy was there, caressing Sandra’s breasts, kneading them with her small hands.
Sandra’s nipples were hard as gemstone, standing proud. Nikki pushed two fingers into her mother’s slit, and started fucking them in and out in a frenzy. She added a third, and a fourth.
Then Nikki formed a cone with her fingers and pushed her whole hand into Sandra’s cunt.
Dawn reached down and started rubbing Tammy’s slit, so she wouldn’t feel left out.
They’d been going at it for quite a while, and they were all about ready to pop.
The pace quickened rapidly. Dawn pulled Nikki around and started eating her out. Tammy now had three sets of breasts to rub, and was bucking on Dawn’s hand.
The whole scene was very erotic, and Ron’s cock was straining at his pants. Suddenly, as if somebody threw a switch, or as if someone was directing and had just said, “Come”, all four females started orgasming at once.
Ron didn’t realize that he had unknowingly installed an urge in each of them to come with their partner as he’d always understood that this was supposed to be the best. Like his original skill at getting people to agree with him, this was one command he didn’t have to consciously program; it just happened naturally. He also didn’t realise that he had compelled Nikki, Dawn and Tammy not to want sex with anyone other than him or each other. However, such is the sexual imperative in humans and because they had been having such a lot of sex together before he left, that their circle of sexual partners had expanded by one, his mother, the moment he left for CAMP.
As the scene settled down, and it looked like they were all spent, Ron decided it was time to go. But, before he went, he wanted to give them all a little gift.
He didn’t want to scare the pants off them, (even though they’re not wearing any he thought humorously) so he had to think a bit. Then he decided. He formed his extension into something that would feel to them like a warm wind, and moved it across each of them, except for Sandra. Each of them in turn shivered with the pleasure of it. His “present” to Sandra was a zipped version of the “massage fantasy”, for her to dream at her leisure, except this time when her dream partner, her son, got almost to the point of her orgasm, he included the comment that he had done no more before. I only went past this point once, didn’t I. But for this “gift” he sent a new part of the sequence in which he fucked her brains out.
Ron was very satisfied with that and departed.
Ron made his way out of the house the same way he’d come in, and started back up out of the map. As he reached city level, however, his mind reeled. Ron was barraged with a searing pain that consumed his mind. He put up a mental shield to block it, and that stopped it, but not before the pain had flung him physically to the floor. Ron pulled back quickly, and opened his eyes to see James standing over him, concerned.
‘Ron. What happened?’
‘I-I don’t know. I was starting to come out of the map, and then all of a sudden, I felt as though my brain was on fire. I threw up a shield, and that stopped most of the pain, but I could still feel it.’
‘That’s not good news. You’ll learn in time how to keep a minimal shield up at all times. What you felt was the presence of another psychic, and this one doesn’t sound pleasant. Do you feel up to going back in?’
‘I think so, why?’
‘I need you to guide me. The fact that you felt the presence of a psychic could be troubling news. Whenever you’re ready.’ James helped him up and to a chair.
‘Okay. How do we go together?’
‘Just lead the way as if you were going alone. You’ll want to put up a shield this time, to protect yourself.’
Ron did so, and entered into the map, with James right behind. Again, they got to city level when Ron cried out. It wasn’t pain this time, but it would have been without the shield. James let them remain for a few moments, then instructed Ron to pull out. ‘Ron, this is really bad news. I found the psychic, and, while I can’t read her totally, she is very evil. She’s not a member of CAMP, apparently she turned us down when we offered so her power isn’t tempered by education, but she is very strong. She is passing herself off as a witch. She has no demonic power as such, but that is what she is claiming her psychic ability is. The problem, and most likely why you felt her, is that her evil is being aimed at your family.’
‘What? How? Why?’
‘“Why” I don’t know. “How” right now is simply an exploration of the family. “Who” is probably a better question than “what”. She was most likely hired to do something to the family. Would anyone want to hurt you or your family?’
Ron didn’t have to think for more than an instant.
‘Dad. That son of a bitch. James, what can we do?’
‘We have a couple of weeks, Ron. I could tell that she isn’t ready to move yet. I don’t know why that is, I just know it is. We’re going to have to accelerate your learning, so we can prepare you to deal with this. As a CAMP official, this does not concern CAMP at all.’
‘What do you mean? She could hurt my family...’
‘I know that, Ron, but listen carefully. As a CAMP official, I can’t do anything. But you do remember CAMP’s one inviolable rule? ‘“Whenever a member asks another member for help, help must be rendered if possible”,’ he said, quoting directly from the manual.
‘That’s right. You are a CAMP member. I am a CAMP member. As an official of CAMP, I cannot do anything, as this is not an issue that concerns CAMP directly.’
‘But if I ask you for help...’
‘I am bound by the same rules you are.’
‘Will you help me, James?’
‘I’ve got no choice, now. I have to help,’ James replied with a grin, ‘This is going to be rough, and I know you’re going to have a hard time concentrating, but the next week or so is critical. You must learn the rest of what I have to teach you, and you must learn it well.’
‘Yes, sir.’ Ron reverted to type when being lectured.
‘Very good. I will investigate further, and see what I can find out about this person. Right now, you should go back to your room. Rest up, but study as hard as you think you can without hitting overload. We’ll beat this, together. Remember, CAMP members stand together.’
Chapter 8 - Preparations for Battle
The next week was pure hell for Ron.
He knew his family was in trouble but he also knew he couldn’t help them where he was. He wanted to be with them, but he knew he needed to finish learning here, or he might not be able to help them.
Jess tried to console him, she did her best as his servant to keep his mind off it, but it just wasn’t working.
They had just finished making love for the second time that day, when he rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.
‘Ron? Is there anything I can do?’
‘No, I don’t think so. Get me my clothes, will ya?’
She jumped up to do as he asked. Ron got dressed and cleaned up, because it was almost time for his next lesson. Pete showed up right on time.
‘Hey, Ron. I heard about your family. Don’t worry, we’ll get you ready for it. Today, we need you to bring Megan with you. Today’s lesson requires her services.’
‘Okay. Megan. Come here.’ Megan emerged from her room, and walked to Ron’s side. She had mellowed only slightly from the first day, but Ron had placed controls on her to keep her in line. The three of them left, and walked to the usual classroom. When they got there, they found James talking to one of the committee members. Ron sat down and waited quietly until they were ready to deal with him.
‘So, this is he?’ the committee member asked.
‘Yes. I think he’s ready. Today is one of his final lessons.’
‘Very well. Proceed. I will observe and report.’
‘Alright.’ He turned to Ron and said, ‘Today, we explore one of your last lessons. You’ve already had some mild experience with Direct Mental Programming, but you haven’t really used it to overwrite a mind yet. It’s time to take care of Megan. She’s been neglected for five weeks, now, and that’s much too long for a nice girl like her.’ James smirked when he said it, and Ron caught the joke.
‘Okay. I’ve been studying the lesson. What do you want me to make her into?’
‘That’s entirely up to you. Just remember, if you make her into something you don’t like, you have to fix it later. Just make it noticeable. I’ll scan her when you’re finished to check your work.’
‘Okey-doke.’ Ron looked at Megan, and said, ‘Come here, Megan.’
Ron saw fear in her eyes, and she didn’t move.
Ron grew irritated. He reached out mentally, grabbed her around the waist, and dragged her forcibly to him.
He looked her in the eyes, and saw her terror. He’d finally learned how to look someone in the eyes without blanking them.
‘Sit down.’ His voice held a warning, and Megan sat down quickly. Ron reached out and took her hand. She jumped, and then froze.
Ron wiggled his way into her mind and found images of her family, all of whom seemed to be malicious bastards. He knew that this was her view of them, a view that may be slightly biased, but he figured that they were definitely not very pleasant people if they were even a fraction as bad as her memory showed. He continued looking, for now just plotting ground, finding things that needed changing. He knew what he wanted from Megan, and he wanted to make sure he did it right.
He induced a coma as it was too difficult to work through the rebellion of her conscious mind, erased her bad personality and the bad memories causing it, rewrote the relevant memories, and then “encouraged” her personality to reconstruct itself so that she was a “good person”.
He had to splice in parts of his own personality to fill in the gaps, which had the effect of wedding her to him as another slave.
James and the committeeman looked on with interest.
This process took the rest of that day, all night and much of the next, as the job had to be perfect otherwise her mind would contain internal anomalies and contradictions that would drive her insane. When Ron finally pulled out, they both collapsed onto the table, exhausted.
James now did a full scan of Megan. When he was finished, the committeeman asked, ‘Well? How’d he do?’
‘I think you’d better look for yourself.’
James looked a little pale, Ron thought.
‘Ron, may I?’ It was standard procedure to ask before scanning another person’s followers.
‘Sure, go ahead.’
The man did, and the colour drained from his face far more obviously than James’.
‘Did I goof? Is something wrong?’ Ron worried that he might have just turned the girl into a vegetable.
The man turned to James. ‘I have never seen a rewrite that...complete before. There isn’t anything left, not one shred. Not even the stuff we had done before.’
‘What’s he talking about, James?’
James finally explained. ‘Ron, when we “acquired” Megan, we did a full mental map. We also tried to do a repair and only got so far as rewriting a few memories. They’re not there anymore. That means you were able to separate her original memory bank from the false ones, rewrite it where necessary and transform her entire memory into something good. There isn’t even a trace of anything even slightly off-colour.’
‘Is she gonna be okay?’
‘Oh, yeah. She’ll be fine. And, honestly, she’ll probably be a lot happier now. She should wake up in a few minutes. Wait here until she does. Feel free to stay here as long as she needs, classes are over for the day. We shall have to go to a meeting soon but first I’d like you to describe in detail what you have just done.’
‘Well, first I found it impossible to do anything with her conscious as her mind rebelled against my intrusion so I induced a coma. Now, over the past few days I’ve “examined” her memory of her life before CAMP, purely out of interest, as I wanted to see what had happened to her to turn her into the person she was. That was when I found a few false memories, which showed up like bugs on a plate.’
James had never heard of anyone having such a fine level of control and perception, nobody had ever been able to distinguish real from implanted memories before.
‘Now, her true memory had not been fully erased before the new memory had been implanted, it had just been overwritten, so I was quite pleased,’ Ron said, ‘when removal of the false memories allowed the true memories to reconstruct themselves as it was easier to work on an “unpolluted” mind. Then I tried erasing bad parts of personality. The problem I found was that since personality based on sum total of memories and the memories were not touched, the bad personality “grew” back immediately.’
‘So I tried to think of another way, erasing and replacing the bad parts of her memory without touching personality but her memories grew backwards from her personality.’
Ron paused, James looked stunned.
‘So looked at the whole personality,’ Ron now said, ‘seeing “connections” like a fine lattice from parts of it to parts of memory, and incidentally found a few more “anomalies”, false memories. I removed them as well and reconstructed true memories from the residual traces left behind after earlier erasure of true memories.’
James looked even more stunned…Reconstructing original memories from residual traces…what.
‘Since I was now sure I had an “unpolluted” mind to work with, I first “looked” at her personality, “seeing” the “connections” between the memories of major events of her life that had had an adverse effect on her to see what had happened to her to turn her into such an unpleasant person. Then I pictured her personality as cassette with continuous tape, marked all the bad memories and severed the “connections” between bad memories and personality tape. I “paused” the cassette player, sent her into a deeper coma, went through her memories day by day, removed and replaced all the bad ones or rewrote them so they were similar but no longer bad. Then I “erased” the personality tape, restarted it on “record” and let her personality reconstruct itself. But I did find there were still a few large gaps so I “spliced in” some non-gender specific parts from my own personality. This still left a few small holes, but I’m fairly confident that these should fill themselves in on their own. However, one side-effect of using parts of my own personality was to make Megan part of me, a slave.’
‘Thankyou, so we’ll see you later.’ The committeeman shook Ron’s hand, and they both left.
Ron sat, waiting for Megan to wake up and thinking.
Their reactions were sure strange. I mean, it really wasn’t that hard. Time consuming, yes, but not hard. I wonder what she’ll be like when she wakes up? She’s got to be friendlier than she was before.
Just then, Megan began to stir. Ron sat up, and helped her sit up in her chair. She was shaking her head, like she was trying to clear a buzzing noise. Ron pushed his soda over to her.
‘Have a sip. It’ll make you feel better.’
She opened her eyes and focused on the can, grabbing it and taking several drinks from it. Then she set it down and looked at Ron.
Her whole expression changed at that point. What had been a scowl, the natural expression on her face for the last few years, turned into a beautiful smile. Her eyes lit up, and her face filled with joy.
She dropped to her knees at his feet and laid her head in his lap. ‘What can I do for you, Master?’
Well, needless to say, this display was making Ron horny as hell. His cock was already rigid, and he felt he deserved some relief. ‘Take out my cock and suck it.’
Megan’s hands fairly flew to his zipper. She undid his pants, reached in, and pulled out his cock. The look on her face was one of pure lust. She licked his shaft up and down, getting it nice and wet, then she sucked him in. Her tongue circled around the head of his cock, and then she took him all the way. As Jess had done, Megan deepthroated him like a porn-star. Each time, she would waggle her tongue as she came out, driving him closer and closer to the edge. It wasn’t long before he felt the need, and he grabbed her head and shoved his cock as far in as it would go. He held her there, and started coming down her throat. He finally came down from his climax, but he didn’t even begin to soften. He pulled out of her mouth, and she sat back on her heels.
‘Stand up and undress. Do it sexy.’
Megan stood up. She moved her hands up to her breasts and started to rub them. She made her hands move in circles, bigger and bigger, until her hands reached the bottom of her T-shirt. She turned to face away from Ron, and pulled the shirt off over her head. She was wearing a bra, but she didn’t remove that yet. She sidled over to Ron and placed her hand on the back of his head. She pulled his face into her breasts, and Ron breathed her wonderful scent. She backed off, and undid her jeans. Slowly, teasingly, she wiggled them down off her hips, until they fell to the floor. She stepped out of each leg, taking her shoes and socks off as she did. Now she was clad only in underwear. She was swaying and moving to some unheard tune, and Ron was enthralled with her performance. She faced away from him again, and undid her bra. She slipped it off of her arms, but held the front in place. She faced him now, and flung the bra off. Her breasts jiggled with the action, and Ron’s cock jerked. She was doing her very best to tantalize him, and it was working. She bent down, and started working her panties off. She turned around to give him a better view. Her panties hit the ground, and she spread her legs wide to show Ron her pussy.
Ron could take no more. He stood up, took his pants off, and approached his prize. She stood up as he touched her, but he moved her to the table and bent her over. He ploughed into her furrow full force, and she let out a grunt. He started slamming into her as hard as he could: he was actually moving the table and she came in a mind-wrenching orgasm which set his off and he came as well, sending his seed deep into the liquid heat of her pulsing cunt.
The following day was supposed to be a day of rest. Ron thought this was a good idea, since he was pretty worn out. Having one slave who wants me all the time was bad enough. Now I’ve got two to deal with. Well, it could be worse.
It had, however, managed to take his mind off of his family problems for a few hours, and he was grateful for that. Since today was an off day, he was surprised when there came a knock at the door. Megan answered it without being asked, and led James back into the room.
‘Ron, you need to come with me. No questions.’
That got him a stern look from James, and so he got up and followed James outside. They got in an electric cart, and headed toward the main office building.
What did I do? They haven’t told me about any rules I’ve broken. What’s this all about? These were all things he would have said to James, if he’d been allowed.
They entered the main office building, and headed up to the third floor. James directed Ron to a waiting room. ‘Wait here. Do not leave this room until someone comes for you.’
Ron sat down, and started...waiting. There were several objects in the room, and Ron passed the time, and improved his skill, by flying them around the room.
Ron figured twenty-six and a half minutes had passed since James left. He had learned how to hold an almost atomically-accurate clock in his head. He decided he was probably going to be here awhile and might as well work on his levitation.
Ron set about working on levitating himself off the floor, and had actually managed to raise himself to the ceiling, when the door opened.
Ron almost fell, he was so surprised, but he caught himself, and lowered himself back to his chair.
The person at the door was wearing a maroon jumpsuit, and a ninja-style hood, so that all that was visible were her eyes. He knew it was a her from the bumps in the front of her suit. She signalled to him to follow her, but she didn’t speak. He followed her out of the room and down a hallway. They approached a door with two grey-clad guards in front. The guards opened the doors and stood aside to let them pass. She motioned Ron into the room, but did not enter herself. The room was very dark, and Ron wondered what was going on. Then the doors closed behind him, and the room became pitch black. At this point, Ron put up the strongest mental shield he could sustain. He stood perfectly still, and listened. He was just starting to think he could hear breathing, when lights snapped on overhead. They were spotlights. One focused on him. Ten other lights focused on the other people in the room, all dressed in white.
The Committee. But what do they want with me?
The one to his extreme left spoke up. ‘Ronald Chaffey?’
‘We are the Committee. We control all activities here at CAMP.’
‘I know. I asked James about you.’
‘We are aware of this. I am sure you are wondering why we have brought you here.’
‘We do not usually follow the activities, or the studies, of everyone at CAMP very closely. Most students pass through without any direct contact with us. You, however, we have followed with great interest. Your skills are finely tuned. James tells us that you have achieved a level of psych-17. That is most impressive, the largest increase of anyone since arrival at CAMP and the highest rate any Talent has ever managed. You should be proud, young Ron.’
‘Thank you, sir. But you still haven’t told me why I’m here.’
The man chuckled. ‘So I haven’t. You will recall that one of us observed your last class session. This was a final evaluation. We have brought you here today to make you an offer. One that we hope you will accept.’
‘What is it?’
‘We would like you to become an employee of CAMP. Now, you should know that CAMP does not have a very large staff. We are very selective about whom we ask. You have been chosen because of your level of ability, your intelligence, your maturity, and your interest in the sciences.’
‘Well, what would I be doing?’
‘We can discuss exact details later. What you need to know now is that you would still live at your home, though you would need to travel a bit. Your life would not be overly disturbed, except that you would need to do things for us from time to time. Your real job with us would start when your school education is finished. By that, I mean when you graduate from high school. They tell me that you are quite a good computer programmer. Is this true?’
‘I’d like to think so, sir.’ Ron was amazed. Work for them? They want me to work for them? What can I do that they can’t already?
‘Very good. That will be important. Please see that you keep up with that skill. Now then, do you accept the job? You should know that it pays very well, though I’m sure you know by now that money will never concern you again.’
‘Well, sure, I guess. So long as you don’t want me to go around killing people or something.’
‘No, nothing like that. We will now let James explain more about CAMP to you. He has been preparing you for this day since shortly after you arrived and we realised your potential. We know you’ll feel more comfortable talking with him than us, so he will remain your contact for now.’ With that, the ten lights over the Committee snapped off, leaving just his spotlight. At which point, a door over to Ron’s right opened, and James walked in.
‘Okay, Ron. Welcome aboard. I’m sure you’ve found this whole procedure a little strange, but it was necessary, let me assure you.’
‘What’s this all about? What do they want me to do?’
‘Well, first, let’s cover a little background. CAMP is about ten years old now. We have a total of around 3,000 members, scattered throughout the United States. So you know, and, by the way you’re not allowed to tell anyone this, you are just outside of a small town in south-eastern New Mexico called Hobbs. CAMP’s sole purpose since inception has been to build a membership base. However, there has always been an underlying goal. That goal is about to become CAMP’s driving force.’
‘Am I allowed to know what that goal is?’
‘Allowed to know? Ron, you’re going to help us achieve it. CAMP’s influence in the world has been severely limited by the fact that nobody knows we exist. We haven’t even revealed ourselves in any major way to the government yet. Unfortunately, with only 3,000 members, we can’t affect enough people in society to effect any real change. That is where you come in.’
‘What can I do?’
‘Well, let’s just say that you have some unique skills and interests, that make you the perfect person for the job.’
‘What is the damned job?’
‘We want you to “influence” the minds of every person in America.’
‘Geez, James. That’s over 250 million people. I can’t influence all of them.’
‘We don’t expect you to do it personally. All of this will be explained later.’
‘Okay, but what do you want them all to do?’
‘Small changes, really. We need to set up an atmosphere where it won’t be noticed when we change things in the government, so what we do will actually be accepted and welcomed without question. The changes we want to make, you don’t need to know yet. Right now, you’ll simply be acting as a field agent for CAMP, until you graduate. Then, you’ll come back here, and we’ll explain the whole plan in greater detail. At that point, you can decide if you want to continue with us or not.’
‘So, how much do I get paid, then? And what will I have to do as a “field agent”?’
‘Field agents handle problems in their local area. We will point you out to any CAMP members in your immediate area, and tell them to come to you if they have a problem. As for salary, well, starting salary for a field agent is about $750,000 a year.’
Ron nearly fainted at that number.
‘Don’t worry, CAMP can afford it. You’d be surprised just how many companies are giving us lots of money to continue our “research”.’
James raised his eyebrows, and Ron understood.
‘That’s a hell of a lot of money. Just how busy am I going to be as a field agent?’
‘No way to tell. You might never be called upon. Then again, we’ve had field agents that get called on once a month. Usually, it only takes a few hours to straighten out problems. Remember when you called about Jessica?’
‘You were calling a regional field agent. We don’t have a local agent in your area, so you were the responsibility of a regional agent. He is pretty overworked, and he needs an assistant. There are about 10 members in your area, and approximately 50 latent Talents. Latents are people who have “The Ability”, but don’t know it yet. Like you were, six months ago.’
Geez, it has been less than six months since I learned I had this thing. Now, I’m going to be paid $750,000 a year by an organization that deals solely with people that have it.
Ron and James talked for the rest of the day. When he returned to his room, he found his two followers on either side of the room, scowling at each other. Both girls started toward him, then noticed the other doing the same, and glared at each other.
‘What is going on here?’ Ron’s voice was stern, commanding. Both girls cowered, neither answered him. Knowing her responses better, he turned to Jessica.
‘Jessica? What is the problem?’
‘She says she’s your slave. I am your slave. How can we both be?’
I don’t have the energy to deal with this. Ugh. Am I going to run across this problem often?
A little voice in his head responded, Yeah, probably.
‘Okay, both of you, come stand in front of me, Jessica stand here, Megan stand here.’
He directed them to an exact spot, so as to avoid further fighting. He could tell that the argument had almost come to blows, but that they had both backed off, fearing it would upset him to find either of them hurt. He started with Jessica, and started to implant commands. He wasn’t using DMP (Direct Mental
Programming), just rearranging a few thoughts with Mental Conditioning. He hadn’t decided which, if either, of them was going to be his head slave, so he left the issue undecided for now. He turned to Megan, who was almost quaking before him.
She’s scared shitless. I wonder why.
A little probing answered that.
He was displeased. Her greatest drive in life now was to please him and she had failed, and she was afraid of his response. Ron went in and did some fine-tuning of her programming, reinforcing her feeling of him as protector and friend, and easing off on her fear of his displeasure if she failed to please him, while leaving the need to do so alone.
That completed, Ron felt things would settle down a little. He had removed the ability for either of them to be jealous of each other, or anyone else he was interested in, and instilled an absolute need to cooperate with each other to serve the master. Ron made sure that neither of them had the capability to betray him.
He felt sure he had solved this crisis, though he wondered what the next crisis would be.
Ron was just about to suggest they all go to bed when there was a knock at the door. Ron was closest, so he answered it. It was Pete.
‘Ron, James says that you should take tomorrow off. You and he will be returning to your home the day after. He says it’s time.’
‘Okay. Thanks, Pete. For everything.’ They shook hands, and Pete left.
Ron turned and went back into the room, closing the door and slumping against it.
Time? Am I ready? What if I screw up? I can’t let that bitch hurt my family. I need to rest. I need sleep.
Ron was exhausted, both mentally and physically, but he didn’t think he could get to sleep, his mind was so rattled. He thought of something that just might help.
Ron walked to the bed and undressed down to his underwear. Then he lay on the bed.
‘Slaves. come here.’
Both girls rushed to his side.
‘I am very tired. I need to get some sleep, but I’m very stressed out. I want you both to give me a rub-down.
Make it soothing, not sexy. Do a good job, and we’ll have fun tomorrow.’
The girls looked at each other, and, without a word, went to work on him. With one on each side, they began rubbing him. Jessica started on his shoulders, while Megan started on his feet. Before they had made it anywhere near meeting in the middle, Ron was fast asleep.
Trouble can wait. Right now, I’ve got to rest...
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