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