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|Introduction: Not my story.|
They had another week together, working on the audio program, before Michelle had to return to high school. She wasn't ready to skip through those grades, and Ron didn't want her to be shortchanged on her education, so they both said their good-byes. Although they would see each other on weekends, they would both probably be too busy during the week for any encounters.
Before she left, they had gotten the timing for the audio program down to a fifteen minute total. Ron spent much time on his own trying to figure how to reduce it even further. Eventually, after about six weeks, Ron got it down to four one-minute segments. He was quite pleased with himself, for almost a whole day. Then the world came crashing down on his project.
Reality sank in when Ron tried to broadcast his signals to a neighboring house. The signals he sent should have been quite obvious, and should have resulted in a rather spectacular sight for Ron. However, the young lady next door listening to the radio wasn't affected at all. Two more experiments with different people confirmed that it wasn't the individual. The signal didn't work if it didn't have the proper audio equipment to transmit it.
Ron was wandering through the house, mumbling to himself one afternoon, when he came upon an argument in progress.
"You just stay away from him, Tammy!" shouted Nicole.
"Why should I? Just because you say so?" retorted Tammy.
"Hey, I saw him first!"
"Big deal! He likes me better than you!"
Kumiko tried to intervene. "Come on, girls. Let's not fight over such trivial things as boys. You don't want Master Ron to hear you, do you?"
"Screw Ron! This is about Kevin!" pouted Nicole.
"While it sounds like a fun idea, Nikki, I don't think I'm up to it right now." Ron startled all of them; they had not noticed his presence in the room. "Who's Kevin?"
"He's only like THE cutest boy in school. And Tammy's trying to steal him from me!" The look in her eyes pleaded with him to do something.
"Hey! Not fair getting your brother involved!" whined Tammy.
"Enough. I don't have time for this shit. Get this worked out amongst yourselves. Don't make me have to deal with this, because you won't like it." With that, he motioned Kumiko out of the room, and left. They could hear the argument resume behind them.
"Yes, Master? What may I do for you today?"
"Kumiko, are you feeling alright? You look very pale."
"Actually, Master Ron, I have not been feeling well lately. I've been sick to my stomach a lot, and I can't seem to get any energy."
"Well, call Dr. Brown and have her come out and look at you. If you're not comfortable talking to her, have Mom call. Okay?" She nodded, and he gave her a peck on the cheek before moving off, returning to his mumblings about audio circuits and speaker fidelity.
Dr. Brown showed Ron her usual disdain for him, until he got within ten feet of her. Then, the programming he had placed in her mind kicked in. Instantly, her body was tingling. She had trouble concentrating on her duties, so aroused was her entire nervous system. Seeing this, Ron left the room to leave her to her work.
She began a basic examination of Kumiko. Meanwhile, she pondered to herself why she seemed to go ballistic every time Ron was near her. I just can't understand it. I don't find him attractive, and this lifestyle he leads! It's positively repulsive!
When she had finished the exam, she called Ron back into the room, as requested. "The young lady is pregnant. I assume that you will be deciding whether or not to keep this one, as well?" Loathing dripped from her voice.
Ron looked over at Kumiko. She simply bowed her head for a moment, and then nodded to Ron.
"We'll keep this child, yes, Doctor." Ron crossed the room over to her. She backed away in disgust, until he reached out, grabbed her, and gave her a kiss full on the mouth. Immediately, her body was wracked with a mind-bending orgasm that made her so weak in the knees, she nearly fell. When Ron broke the kiss, she was short for breath.
"All further visits will be in your office, Doctor." Ron kicked in his mental powers for the next part. "Every time you see Kumiko, it will remind you of the feelings you just had. It will make you very horny. You will not be able to touch Kumiko, but you will have sexual relations with the patient you see right after Kumiko. If that patient is accompanied by a companion, you will invite them to join in as well. Do you understand these instructions?" She nodded. "Very good. You may go now."
As Dr. Brown was leaving, Ron went over and embraced Kumiko. "You're going to be a mom, Kumiko. I'm very happy." Kumiko beamed.
Ron really needed to talk to somebody. It was eleven o'clock at night, and most of the family was asleep already. He wandered the house until he found a light on. Linda was in the library, reading a book. She was wearing a thin nightshirt, light blue in color and lacy. She had her legs tucked under her, and her hair pulled into a pony tail. Altogether, the image was very sexy. Ron walked in and sat across from her. Then he waited for her to put her book down.
"Something the matter, Ron?" she asked.
"You could say that. You know I've been working on this project for a long time now."
"Yes. Although I don't know what it's about, I know you have put a lot of time and effort into it. Enough so that some family members have grumbled about a lack of attention." She smiled at him in that special way she had. He moved over next to her and laid his head on her shoulder.
"It won't work. In the lab, it works fine, but it won't work in the real world. I've wasted a couple of months’ worth of effort."
"Oh, Ron. I'm sorry. I sense that the project is important. I wish there was something I could do, but I don't know anything about that technical junk."
"Well, my problems don't stop there."
"What do you mean?"
"Well! Congratulations, Pop!"
"I don't know, Linda. It doesn't feel right."
"What do you mean? Do you think the child isn't yours?"
"No, nothing like that. There's just something about the situation that doesn't seem... I don't even know how to describe it. It's all very confusing. Really, I just wish I could stop thinking about it for awhile."
"I think we can manage that," she replied. She pulled his face up to hers, and kissed him full on the lips. He responded with growing eagerness, as she pulled his shirt off of him. They broke the kiss to remove her nightshirt, leaving her completely naked. Ron rose to remove the rest of his clothing, and then pulled her up to him. They embraced warmly, and he kissed her face, and then her neck. In the library was a fake fur rug, very soft and plush. He set her down on it on her back, and stood back to admire her body.
"You are a very beautiful woman, Linda. I just thought I should tell you that."
"Thank you. Now come here and hold me." Ron fell to her side, and wrapped his arm around her waist. She turned her face towards him, and they continued their kissing. Ron slowly moved his hand up to one of her breasts. He gently kneaded it, caressing its entire surface. He paid special attention to her nipple, making it stand up in arousal. He moved over to the other breast and repeated the procedure. Ron broke their kiss, and began moving down her body, kissing and licking as he went.
Ron suckled longingly at her tits, pulling them into his mouth as if he were a child. Before leaving them and moving onward, he gave each nipple a light nip, causing squeals of pleasure from Linda. Ron continued down her body, stopping off at her navel to run his tongue around the depression.
Ron skipped over the rest of her body, and moved down to her feet. He first massaged each foot, getting Linda to relax, and making her body more supple. He kissed and sucked on her toes, taking each one into his mouth and running his tongue around it. He moved up to her ankle, kissing as he went. He massaged and kissed his way up her legs, switching legs often to get equal coverage. Linda was moaning softly throughout the process, living in pure heaven.
Finally, he approached her pussy. Ron hesitated, teasing her, and then lightly brushed his tongue against her labia. She jumped, arching her back and thrusting her cunt down towards him. He moved back, not allowing any more contact. This was real torture, but he knew she loved it. He continued to use just a feather's touch, backing away when she spasmed, for several minutes. When he knew she could take little more, he sucked her clit into his mouth and began lashing it with his tongue. Immediately, she came with an intense orgasm, writhing and thrashing on the floor. Her screams were strangled, as she was trying not to wake the rest of the family. Ron continued his onslaught throughout her orgasm. Linda nearly passed out from the enjoyment of it. Finally, her body, after repeated orgasms, pulled back from the brink. Ron pulled his mouth off her clit, but was still gently running his fingers up and down her slit.
"Oh, please, Ron! I need to be fucked silly after all that!"
Ron considered her request for maybe a microsecond before deciding that she had, indeed, had enough torture and deserved a reward. Ron climbed up between her legs, and kissed her gingerly on the lips. As they parted from the kiss, he pressed his cock into her. She let a low growl escape her throat. He pressed all the way into her, until his pelvis met hers. They remained like that for a long time, enjoying the intimacy of the moment.
Finally, upon mutual agreement, they began a slow, sensual rhythm. Neither of them was in a hurry now; they wanted it to last as long as they could. As they stroked back and forth, they massaged each other, occasionally rolling over to let one or the other rest. Ron spent much time easing the tension in her legs, her neck, her back.
As Ron sensed that Linda was ready, he began picking up the pace. Meanwhile, he stimulated a few nerve endings, and helped her make the climb towards climax. As they increased their thrashings, they both became more vocal. Her earlier cries would have been nothing compared to the combined din they were now creating. As they reached orgasm, both of them moaned loudly.
After coming down, they lay side by side, still entwined, embracing each other tenderly.
"Thank you, Linda. I really needed someone to lean on tonight."
"I'll always be here for you, Ron. I'm just glad I could help."
Ron pulled out of her, but they remained on the rug, embracing. They fell asleep, tired, but very satisfied.
Several weeks passed by before Ron had established a new plan. So engrossed was he in his studies that it had not occurred to him lately that he had not seen Michelle in some weeks. He vowed to look in on her at his earliest convenience, but that would be some time in coming.
The new plan involved the visible spectrum rather than auditory stimulus. Many of the things he had figured out over the course of his research actually made the job simpler than it had been using strictly an audio signal. Ron spent many days writing, verifying, and debugging his source code. Finally, after a hundred straight hours of work, Nicole found him at his desk, asleep. She reached across him to turn off his computer, but he awoke abruptly.
"Don't touch that!" he snapped.
Nicole, startled, jumped back. "Sorry, Ron. You need to get some sleep, though. You look like shit."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right, Nikki. Sorry for hollering at you." He reached over and gave her a hug. "Did you need something in specific?"
"No, Mom just wondered where you were. You've been spending an awful lot of time in here, ya know."
"This work is important. It's almost finished, I hope. I'll have to test it out, but, I think I'll get some more sleep first."
Ron had every intention of testing out his program on his new neighbor, but he had to straighten out some other issues first.
"Hello? May I help... Oh, Ron! Hello! We haven't spoken in some time." Mrs. Donalli gestured for him to come in.
"Hello, Mrs. Donalli. I'm looking for Michelle. Is she here?"
"Well, of course not, dear. Why would she be here?"
"This is her house, isn't it?"
"Yes, of course it is."
"Well? Doesn't it seem natural for her to be in her house?"
Mrs. Donalli's expression was confused, for a moment, but then she brightened. "Not at this time, no."
Ron groaned to himself. "Look, do you know where she is?"
"Not the slightest clue," Mrs. Donalli replied merrily.
"Doesn't that worry you?"
Without breaking protocol, Ron was not able to scan her. However, even his basic senses could tell that this woman was not behaving normally. He conducted a basic medscan, which was allowed, and proved to himself that she was not drugged. What the fuck is going on here?
"Well, Mrs. Donalli, if you see Michelle, would you please tell her that I am looking for her, and ask her to contact me?"
"I'd be happy to, Ron, but I don't think I'll be seeing her anytime soon. I will post a note for her in her room, though. Please have a nice day." She escorted him out, and shut the door behind him.
An intense scan of the house proved that Michelle was not present, or hiding nearby. Obviously, Michelle had gone, but Ron didn't know whether it was voluntarily or not. I'll have to check in with the school. Maybe she's just not living at home anymore. Just now, however, he had a promise to keep with his little sister. There was a sale at the mall, and he had promised to take her up there after band practice. He drove his new Ford Expedition over to the school.
"Why don't you just get the hell away from us, Kelly?" screamed Nicole. "Yeah!" echoed Tammy.
"I'm gonna rip you both a new asshole for this!" Kelly and her gang of friends advanced on the two.
Ron was rounding the corner just as the fight started. Mostly, he was irritated with his sister for getting into trouble. However, since she was outnumbered six to one, he felt he ought to intervene on her behalf. As it turned out, he didn't have time.
Kelly, the leader, had knocked Nicole down, and was kicking her in her side. Two other girls were holding Tammy back, and a third was punching her in the gut. "This'll teach you to try to make it with guys we've picked for ourselves. You were warned. Now you pay the price."
Ron had stepped out of his truck just as Kelly was hauling back for a heftier kick. Then, out of nowhere, came the loudest roar Ron had ever heard. Everyone froze, stunned by the noise. Ron turned to his left, and what he saw nearly made him faint. Standing not more than ten feet from him, and less than six feet from his sister, was the largest damned mountain lion he'd ever seen. But this one was white. Not albino, for it had green eyes, but its fur was purest white. It was staring rather hungrily at the girl Kelly.
As the puma approached the group, they all tried to move back. Nicole, in pain and rolling on the ground, couldn't get away. Unfortunately, the cat was between her and Ron. The cat stood over Nicole, looking down at her for a moment. Then, turning toward the group, the cat crouched. It pulled back its lips and let out a blood curdling snarl, right before launching itself at the girls still holding Tammy. With this, the girls broke free and ran as fast as they could. Tammy slumped to her knees, unable to remain standing. The puma padded over to her and rubbed up against her, like a big house cat.
Ron approached carefully, but the cat showed no sign of aggression. It sat down quietly between the two girls, and stared at him. Something about the cat's posture was somehow familiar to him, something so recognizable...
"Where am I?" Looking around, Ron saw not the schoolyard, but a misty venue, bathed in a soft pink light. In the distance stood a figure. No, it was walking toward him: soon it was upon him. It was...
"Hello, Master Ron. I hope my actions have pleased you."
"Your... actions? You mean, bringing me here? Of course I'm glad to see you."
"I am glad you are happy to see me, Master, but those were not the actions of which I spoke. I was referring to my intervention on Miss Nikki's behalf."
"You mean...you're the mountain lion?" Ron was dumbstruck.
"Yes, Master. I felt that you would want me to protect your sister. I hope I have not acted out of turn."
"No! No, that's fine, Jess, but, um, where are we?"
"This is my existence, Master. You are now on the plane of The Watchers."
"I don't understand."
"In this realm reside those of us who have passed from humanity, who, for one reason or another, cannot continue our journey until certain events come to pass. We can choose to explore the physical universe, or watch our loved ones back on Earth. I have chosen to spend my time watching you, Master."
"You say you can't continue your journey. What's holding you up?"
"My life is not my own, Master. I willingly gave my destiny over to you. As such, I am bound by the laws of the realm to wait for you. We will all be evaluated together."
"Are you saying that whatever I do now, even after you're dead, could cause you to suffer punishment?"
"No, Master, you misunderstand. The realm we reside in does not judge activities. We have been linked permanently by my actions. As such, upon your passing from the physical plane, we will be evaluated to see where we might best be utilized in the future. Your family will remain together, even after the passing."
"Well, I guess that's good news. I mean, I don't really understand all this, Jess."
"You need not understand it all, Master. It is. It will be. That is the way of things in this realm."
"You said you were in the realm of The Watchers?"
"The plane of The Watchers, Master. Please don't confuse the terms."
"Sorry. Anyway, if they're just watchers, how come you intervened back on Earth?"
"It is a rare case that allows for physical manifestation back on the physical plane. However, they have decided that, due to circumstances about which I know nothing, my presence would be a help to you. As it is part of their purpose to see to it that Earth progresses in positive directions, they have allowed for this intervention."
"Can you stay with me? I mean, will you be there when I go back?"
"I cannot return to Earth in human form. The lioness is the representation of my being. She will remain with you for as long as she is needed. You can speak to me, here, at any time she is with you. I cannot, however, communicate with you if my manifestation is not physically near you."
Ron approached the girl before him. "Thank you, Jess. You can't know how much I've missed you." He reached out to her, but she stopped him with a gesture.
"You could not face the reality of this manifestation. I will be there when you need me. Go now, and be well."
Ron blinked, and he was again back in the schoolyard. The lioness was still there, staring at him. Now, he recognized the posture. It was distinctly Jessica, the way she would cock her head to the left and just stare right through him.
Remembering his duty, he moved to Nikki's side. "Nikki! Are you all right?"
Nicole moaned and rolled over onto her back. She smiled weakly up at her brother. "Yeah, I guess so, Ron. Geez, I feel like I got run over by a truck." Suddenly, her eyes fell on the big cat, and she got frightened.
Ron tried to comfort her. "Shhh. Don't worry, she won't hurt you. She saved your butt back there. C'mon, let's get you into the truck." Ron picked her up and carried her to the vehicle, while the lioness remained at Tammy's side. Ron returned to look Tammy over. As he bent down, he rubbed his hand alongside the puma's face. She rubbed up and down against his palm, uttering a deep, soft purr.
"Tammy? You okay?" Ron gave her a mild shake, and she began to stir. "Wake up, Tammy, we gotta go."
"Ron? Where am I? The last thing I remember was this big..." Just then she saw the cat, and screamed. The puma didn't move, but Ron grabbed Tammy so she wouldn't bolt.
"Tammy! Stop! The cat saved your ass back there. She's not a problem, she won't hurt you. Now let's get you back to the house. Can you walk?" She responded in the affirmative, so he helped her to her feet. He walked her to the truck, with the puma following close behind them. He helped Tammy into the back seat, and then wondered how to deal with the puma.
He bent down to rub its face again, and look into its eyes. "I sense that I'm not supposed to tell the others who you really are, so I have to treat you like an animal. Is the back of the truck okay with you?" In response, the cat walked past him, rubbing her body against his, and stood at the back of the truck, waiting to be let in. "I'll take that as a yes." He opened up the back of the truck, and she jumped in and lay down on the soft carpeting. Ron got in and headed for home.
The large cat was well accepted in the Chaffey household, largely because Ron made it clear that she was not leaving, period.
"What do we call her, Ron?" asked Nicole.
"Well, she reminds me so much of Jessica, I think I'd like to name her Jess." No one objected, and so the puma became another part of a very strange family.
The next day, Ron headed over to the high school to search for Michelle. The easiest thing for him to do was to head to the office. Upon entering the office, he paused, reminiscing over pleasant memories in this building. He took time to look around, enjoying his remembrances, until the secretary was finished with whatever she had been doing.
"May I... Ron! Hey, great to see you! I hear you graduated early. Way to go. Are you attending the community college now?"
"Hi, Ms. Mitchell. No, I got a job right out of school. A national company, I'm their computer specialist in public relations." This was, technically, true, and it sounded good.
"Glad to hear it! So, what can we do for you today?"
"I'm looking for a friend of mine, and she doesn't seem to be around anywhere. I was wondering if you could tell me what her class schedule is."
"Now, Ron. You know that information is confidential. I can't just give that out to..." Ms. Mitchell was distracted by one of the young students who walked by, and into the back offices. Apparently, he was a student assistant to the principal, and quite clearly had no interest in Ms. Mitchell.
"Now, Ms. Mitchell. I think I could make it worth your while." She caught the glimmer in his eyes, and guessed its meaning.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked in a whisper.
Ron responded in kind. "I saw how you looked at that guy. You've got the hots for him big time. But he probably doesn't know you exist, right?" She blushed a deep crimson, but said nothing. Not that words were needed. "I can get him to do anything to you that you want him to. Just give me the info I want, and he's all yours."
Ms. Mitchell considered the proposition, but her libido won the argument. "Okay, what is this student's name?"
"Michelle Donalli." He spelled it for her, and obtained her class schedule.
"Records indicate, though, that she has not been in class for the last week and a half. Attempts to reach her parents have failed. Probably they moved away without telling us. Sorry, Ron, looks like you got dumped." Ms. Mitchell was sympathetic, but also getting very horny. Her eyes continued to dart towards the back room.
"Oh, well. Life sucks for me. Oh, I guess I'd better live up to my part of the bargain. What's that guy's name?"
Ron headed into the back room, and had a few words with Darren. When he came out, he motioned Ms. Mitchell into the back room. She headed back, but stopped upon opening the door. She turned around and smiled at Ron. He looked past her to see Darren standing, completely nude, ready and waiting for her.
"Have fun, Ms. Mitchell!" Ron called. She winked and gave a wave before darting into the room and closing the door.
Shit. Michelle's been gone for a week. Well, she IS a CAMP member, so I guess I should call in the cavalry on this one. I've got work to do at home, anyway.
Ron might have been more concerned about Michelle's whereabouts given the recent rash of psionic deaths, but his intuition was telling him that something about Michelle was not kosher. He couldn't yet put a finger on it, but he had a strong feeling that she was not in any danger. Still and all, she needed to be found, but he could leave that up to the specialists at CAMP. He had a project to finish, and a new target to acquire.
Ron returned home to a quiet house. Neither of his teacher friends were home from the high school yet, and Nikki and Tammy were also in class. Sandra was at work, though Ron still didn't understand why she insisted on working. Megan was up in her room, reading a book. She greeted him cordially, but she could tell he was not presently interested in her services, so she went back to her book.
He found Kumiko and Jessica playing together in the back yard. He stood back and watched as Kumiko tossed a frisbee, and Jess ran after it, catching it in her mouth just like a dog. It seemed strange to see a mountain lion playing catch, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. Without disturbing them, he returned to his lab to work on refining his project. He had been on the verge of a new breakthrough when he had been interrupted by real life. Now he set back to it with a vengeance.
Four hours later, and he had verified it. He had built the most sophisticated psychological weapon known to man. If the military only knew... Thinking along those lines brought Ron to an inevitable conclusion about what CAMP might wish to do with his new program. Thinking that he might want a little insurance policy, he transferred this new program over to a DVD. Having done that, he put the disk in a secure location. CAMP wasn't going to get their hands on this program. It was way beyond what they had asked of him. As usual, Ron always delivered just a little extra. In this case, the "little extra" was terrifying, even to him.
Having secured away his special program, Ron booted up the CAMP program into his notebook computer. It was just about time for the high school kids to be getting out, and so Ron went up to the second floor balcony to await the arrival of his target, one Clarissa J. Deneuve.
Miss Deneuve lived next door to the Chaffeys, which was some way down the block. Ron had set up a small spotting scope to watch her driveway. Of course, he could have just televiewed, but he found that tiring. While he waited for Clarissa, he went over his own plans in his mind. CAMP's reticence in telling him all he wanted to know about their present project concerned him a lot. He felt he needed to be ready with a backup plan, in case it turned out that CAMP's motives were not as clean as he had been led to believe.
Ron had been watching for about ten minutes when a car pulled up to his neighbor's house. A man, whom Ron assumed to be Mr. Deneuve, walked briskly out of the house to meet the two surly looking gentlemen who had exited the vehicle. I wonder who they are? A quick scan gave him the answer. Hired thugs. Leg breakers. I wonder just what my neighbor is involved with, and how can I use it to get my plans rolling? Ron's backup plan required someone with contacts that he just didn't have. It required people who weren't worried about morality so long as there was money in it. It required... crooks.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he almost missed Clarissa's arrival home on the bus. He had completely missed the conversation between her father and the thugs, so he still didn't know what it was all about. He decided it could wait, though. He studied Clarissa as she walked to her house, head held high, and her walk was more of a strut. Bitch. Ron's first impression of her was that she felt she was too good for him, or just about anyone. He'd remedy that soon. He headed down to the lab to get his equipment.
One of the things Ron had done as soon as he knew who his next target was going to be, was to install some special equipment on their cable line. It wouldn't normally affect transmission, until he needed their attention. Then it allowed him to transmit his signal over every TV in their house. Ron reached out with his mind to find out where Clarissa was in her house. By now she had changed into more comfortable clothes, and was settling in to watch some television. Perfect. Just wonderful timing.
Ron had long ago worked up the program he wanted to test. He ran a self-test first on the program, and then remotely on his in-line equipment. Everything checked out. One final check to make sure she was still watching, and... "Here we go!"
Clarissa was watching a rerun of 90210 when all of a sudden her screen went blank. "Aw, shit. Come on!" She reached for the remote, but then the screen was filled with a pattern of shifting colors, swirling, almost...hypnotic.
Ten minutes later, she found herself standing outside the home of her next door neighbor. She'd met Ron once, and found him to be an intolerable bore. What am I doing here? Apparently, she had already rung the doorbell, since the door was now opening. There in the doorway was Ron, with a very strange expression on his face.
"Come in." He invited.
"What am I-" she began, but Ron interrupted her.
"You are not to speak in my presence, slave!" Her immediate reaction was to slap him, but she couldn't raise a hand to him. Nor, she realized, could she now speak. What the hell is going on here?
Ron led the girl through the house and down into his private area. This part of the house was off-limits to everyone else. Only Kumiko had ever ventured here, and she had been soundly punished for it. The duo walked into a large bedroom, filled with soft mats all over the floor. There was a single armchair, plush and comfortable.
Ron walked over and sat in the chair, and admired Clarissa. She was a bit on the short side at 5'2" tall, but her body was perfectly proportioned, and her auburn hair fell nearly to her ass. Her brown eyes were piercing, though now they held a look of utter confusion. Her lips begged for contact, and Ron was soon going to give it to them.
"Come here." She began to walk over to him in her usual stride. "Stop. From now on, in my presence you will walk with your hands folded in front of you, your eyes cast down, and you will take smaller steps." She proceeded toward him in this manner until she reached his side.
"Strip." Clarissa pulled her T-shirt off over her head. Then she undid her jeans. She slipped them down off her legs and stepped out of them, taking her shoes and socks off at the same time. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. There was a moment's hesitation, and Ron began to worry, but then she continued, dropping the bra on the floor with the rest of her clothes. Her panties followed suit, and then she was completely nude.
Ron now admired how well defined her muscles were, how fit she appeared. He ran his hand along her hip, eliciting a shiver from her. "Kneel." She knelt down at his side, awaiting his next order. He brought her face to his, and kissed her. According to her programming, she returned the kiss with vigor.
Eventually, Ron broke off the kiss, and stood to remove his own clothes. Now bereft of apparel, he sat back in the chair, and motioned Clarissa to move between his legs. "Suck my dick." Her eyes gave a momentary flare of anger, but were then extinguished by the programming. She reached out her hand to take his semi-erect penis, and began stroking lightly, while her other hand fondled his balls. Soon Ron was fully hard, and she brought her mouth to the tip of his cock. She kissed the head of his cock softly, and then sucked him into her mouth. Slowly, she worked herself down his shaft, until he hit the back of her throat. She drew herself back, allowing his cock nearly to slip from her mouth, and then pulled him back in. She did not increase her pace, only maintaining this maddeningly slow rhythm. It was working, though, because Ron was quickly ready to come. He grabbed her head, and pushed his cock in as far as she would take it. He came in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop.
When he was finished, he let her go. She immediately resumed her sucking, as she had not been given any other instructions. Ron let her continue until he had rehardened, and then had her stop. "Get down on all fours, bitch. I'm going to fuck you like the bitch you are." Clarissa dropped to her hands and knees. Ron led her over to a soft mat, and placed a pillow under her head, and a cushion under her stomach. This raised her ass high in the air, making it a very inviting target. Ron moved behind her, and placed his dick at the entrance to her pussy. Just then, he had a thought, and he let go of his dick. It remained where it was while he pulled his hand back and up. Then he brought it down, hard, on her ass. It made a loud smack! and brought some brief pains to his hand. Obviously, it hurt her for far longer, because the red mark on her ass remained. He repeated this, over and over, until she was crying openly. Then, he plunged his cock deep into her. He met little resistance, as her programming had prepared her for fucking. Ron maintained a steady pace, ramming into her while she would grunt and moan. Occasionally, he'd give her another smack, and then the room would be pierced with another wail of pain. She was not used to such treatment; she had been a spoiled little brat, and this was a very rude introduction to the world of discipline.
For half an hour, Ron pounded into her. Finally, as he was ready to explode, he pulled out and rolled her onto her back. He straddled her chest and grabbed her tits, wrapping them around his cock. They weren't quite big enough to fully engulf him, but they gave ample stimulation. He thrust himself in between her tits, gathering speed, until his cum spurted forth from his dick. Her face was covered with jism, and it ran into her ears as she lay there.
Totally spent, Ron rolled off her and moved slowly to his feet. He headed off to the bathroom to clean himself up. He came back to get dressed, and found her still lying on the floor.
"Get up, go to the bathroom, and clean yourself off. Get dressed, but do not put your panties back on. Return here when you are finished." Ron waited for her and pondered what to do about her father, and how he might get himself introduced to whomever had sent the thugs. When she returned, she appeared wholly presentable, and ready to return home. Ron led her out of the bedroom and out the house, picking up his computer, and a special disk, along the way.
When they walked into the Deneuve home, it was immediately obvious that Mrs. Deneuve was not what one would call a meticulous housekeeper. Not that the place was filthy, but it was far from tidy. Mrs. Deneuve spotted Ron almost immediately.
"Who are you? Guests are not allowed in this home without warning. You know that, Clarissa-"
"Shut up." Ron interrupted her with both a verbal and mental command. He saw Mr. Deneuve standing in the doorway to what appeared to be a den. He took on a very surprised look when, not only did Mrs. Deneuve not slap Ron, but she actually did as she was told.
"Mr. Deneuve? You and I need to have a talk."
"Very well, Mr.-?" He indicated that he did not know who Ron was.
"Ron Chaffey, sir, your next door neighbor."
"Ah. All right, Ron, come on in to the study."
Mr. Deneuve led Ron into the study, and offered Ron a seat. He took it, and Mr. Deneuve sat across from him.
"So, Ron, what is it that we need to discuss? I'd offer you something to drink, but I don't think Anne is going to be willing to get you something now."
"I'm not thirsty anyway. Let me be very blunt sir: you have something I need, and I can provide you with something you want. I'm proposing a trade of services."
Mr. Deneuve was taken quite aback by this forthright, though somewhat precocious gentleman. "Well," he chuckled, "Put that way, how can I refuse?"
"I'm quite serious. Let me ask you a question. I saw some hoods here today. Who were they?" As soon as he'd asked the question, he knew he'd come to the right man. Aside from his facial expressions, the man's thoughts were nearly telegraphing themselves. Mr. Deneuve declined to answer the question.
"Mr. Deneuve, look: I know you must be in some kind of trouble, otherwise you wouldn't be getting visits from guys named Guido who have broken noses. My guess is that you owe someone money. I am in a position to help. Now, do you want to talk to me, or should I find someone else who has what I need?" Over the last couple of years, Ron had gained a great deal of confidence in himself and his ability to deal with things. Thus, he was much more effective in dealing with Mr. Deneuve than he had been in dealing with Bill Simmons.
"All right. You're right, I owe money, big time. But I don't see how you can help."
"Why don't you tell me about it?"
"I own a small women's fashions boutique in the mall. It's been going strong for twelve years. Except for the last two, that is. Lately, I just haven't been able to make the profits that I used to. And well, Anne is, shall we say, somewhat demanding about her 'needs'. There was no way I could tell her that we had to sell the house, and so, I went to a loan shark."
"How much are you into them for?"
"Two hundred grand."
"Damn! Is that all? I thought it was serious. Who is this loan shark? Is he affiliated with any big syndicate?"
"The organization he belongs to runs this whole area, for a hundred miles all around."
"Okay, here's the deal. What I need from you is a meeting with the big boss, or his representative. It's about business, profitable for everyone involved."
"And what do I get in return?"
"Two things: number one, I'll clear your debt with them. Number two, how would you like your wife to be a little bit nicer?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, she seems like a real bitch. How'd you like your own personal little playtoy? Or," Ron paused, considering the daughter, "maybe two?"
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