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|Introduction: Not my story|
Personal (and Personnel) Distribution
Ron returned home from his trip fully satisfied. His visual effects would be seen in every new sci-fi flick, every sci-fi TV show, would air in commercial runs, would be used as sparkle effects in network promos, and would also be seen in the world's leading operating system software. The new logo for Windows was far cooler than that stodgy old stale "flying window" thing. Of course, the new screen saver was the kicker. It all added up to tons of the populace. There were, however, people who didn't use Windows, and people who (gasp!) didn't watch TV. These people tended to be executives, or highly important people. The nice thing about such people is that they also tended to be highly corruptible. Which worked out rather nicely for Ron. It was about to make him some serious dough.
But first, he had to actually get a meeting with the... shady businessmen who had the contacts. He had been told by Mr. Deneuve that it would take a while before they would agree to see him. He hadn't realized that it was going to take two months.
On the other hand, he did have some projects to work on while he was waiting. He scanned in and posted all his nice pics of Miss Mercer, adding his own special digital touch to them. The command he inserted in them simply told them to go to his web site. At the web site was another picture that had the command to download his new screen saver. The screen saver carried the actual message, and worked just like the TV effect. Of course, he became an instant hero for actually posting real images of Jill Mercer, and not some fake trumped-up trash.
There was also the issue of designing a new system for the audio delivery of the message. Ron had realized that he could make the system work if he allowed for a special type of speaker. Not just any speaker would work for the audio signal, but the new high-fidelity piezoelectric speakers were capable of producing the right sounds. Nice thing about them was that they were also small enough to be encased in something that would look like jewelry. The design took him two weeks to perfect. The next problem was getting it mass produced. That problem was about to be solved... by yet another problem.
One day as he was wandering through the house, not having much to do, he noticed his mother sitting out on the back porch, and she appeared to be crying. He immediately went to her side.
"Mom? Mom, what's wrong?" He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her to him, comforting her, and letting her sobs quiet down.
"Oh, Ron. It's my boss at work. She's becoming worse every day. Ever since I got the promotion to head of shipping and receiving, it seems like nothing I do is ever good enough for her."
"Why don't you just quit? I still don't get why you're still working."
"What would I do around here all day? I stopped being a mother to this family a long time ago. I'm not much use to anyone, lately."
"Hey! What kind of talk is that? You're still our Mom. You're just.... more fun than other moms, that's all." He gave her a squeeze, and she smiled. She reached over and kissed him.
"Why don't we go inside, Ron, so you can show me just how much more fun I am?"
Ron didn't have to be asked twice. He got to his feet, and helped his mother up. They walked hand in hand to her bedroom.
Ron closed the door, and moved slowly to his mom. He wanted to cheer her up, and he remembered something she liked. His thoughts went out, and the CD player kicked on, playing a soft melody that she loved.
"May I have this dance, Mom?"
Sandra, shocked, didn't know what to say at first. Her son stood there, waiting politely for a response. Oh, what the hell! "Absolutely, dear." She put her hand in his, and wrapped her other arm around his neck. He placed his hand on her waist, and pulled her to him. They moved silently around the room, enjoying the music. She laid her head on his shoulder, and they continued to dance.
As their dancing continued, Ron psionically looked through her CD collection. He started choosing slightly faster melodies as they danced. When he felt it was time, he started choosing music that would allow for more modern dance, that would put them in more of a mood.
After one particularly arousing melody, they moved toward the bed. Ron already had a predetermined list of songs ready for this in his head, and he set that portion of his mind loose to handle it. Now he focused his full attention on his beautiful mother, now lying on the bed, awaiting him. He sat down beside her, taking in her beauty. He reached his hand out to her face, and caressed her soft cheek, sliding his hand down along her neck and shoulder. Sandra was relaxing into the game, forgetting about her job, her lack of any direction in her life, her lack of control in her own house. All she was thinking of was how good it felt to be caressed, to be loved, and wanted.
Ron continued his caressing, moving softly down her arms, then her sides, and eventually her legs. Neither of them had yet removed any clothing, though his mother's skirt was riding a little high on her legs. Ron leaned in to his mom, and kissed her gently on the lips. He broke the kiss before it could become passionate, for that was not what he had in mind today. He continued, kissing her face, her cheeks, then her neck. He moved down slowly toward her chest. As he reached the first button on her blouse, he undid it and kept kissing, lower and lower. As was standard for Sandra anymore, she was not wearing a bra. By the time Ron reached the bottom of her abdomen, she was moaning softly, and her motions on the bed had exposed nearly all of her breasts. Ron gently laid back the fabric of her blouse, exposing her bust fully to his view. He kissed and licked his way around both of her breasts, at first avoiding the nipples, but then focusing on them.
Ron knew what his mother liked. This treatment was driving her wild with desire. Her squirming increased until at last Ron knew she was ready to continue. He moved down to her knees, and began kissing his way up her legs. He unzipped her skirt and laid it aside, exposing her naked pussy. Ron didn't like his women to wear underwear, and so no one in the family wore it except when absolutely necessary.
Ron continued his kissing until he reached her pussy. He kissed his way all around it, teasing and tempting, until her excitement had reached a fever pitch. Finally, Ron plunged his tongue deep into her slit. Sandra let forth a guttural moan that filled the room. Ron kept his tongue rigid, moving it in and out of her like a cock. Sandra was going crazy.
Ron began licking up and down her slit, still avoiding her clit. Occasionally, he'd plunge his tongue back into her cunt, raising her slowly closer to her climax. When Ron felt she was almost there, he took her clit into his mouth and sucked on it hard while he lashed it with his tongue. Sandra arched her back, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her body went rigid with her orgasm, except for little ripples in her muscles running up and down her body. Sandra was in heaven. Ron continued to suck on her clit, keeping her in her orgasmic bliss for minutes. As soon as she would start to come down from one orgasm, he'd work a little harder, and she'd be off again.
Eventually, she had to descend from the peak. Sheer exhaustion caught up with her. "Oh, God, Ron. That was the best anyone has ever eaten me out." She reached over and gave her son a kiss. Ron knew his mother was spent, and so he let her go, and she fell quickly asleep. Ron, however, still needed some relief.
Ron arrived at his room, only to find Megan already there, naked and waiting. Words were completely unnecessary at this point, as it was obvious what they both wanted. Ron made some gestures toward foreplay, but his heart really wasn't in it. Finally, Megan couldn't stand it anymore. "Master, just fuck me!"
Ron, not being the type to be contrarian, readily agreed. He pushed her down onto the bed, and fell on top of her. He placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy and pressed in. As his rod plunged into her, she let out a hiss that sounded like steam. They set out at a furious pace, her hips bucking back just as hard as he plunged into her. Their grunts and moans of pleasure filled the room. Ron could feel her pussy clinging to his cock as he pulled out, and it felt so warm when he pushed back in. Megan's cunt was meant for just one thing, and that was hard, long screwing.
They continued for a long time this way, sometimes changing position so they didn't tire. At one point Megan was on top, riding Ron's cock for all she was worth. Ron played with her tits as she rode, squeezing them and molding them with his hands, pinching the nipples from time to time.
As they both were reaching their peak, they shared a look that told each other what they wanted. Megan got on all fours, pushing her ass high into the air. Ron pressed his cock into her asshole. Megan relaxed her muscles, allowing Ron easier access to her back door.
Ron pushed in more quickly than he would with anyone else, because he knew Megan loved this. He started riding her ass faster and faster, achieving almost the same pace as he had in her pussy. Very shortly they were both on the verge of orgasm. Ron reached around and stuck his finger up her cunt, while massaging her clit. That was all it took for Megan, who screamed out her joy for all to hear. Her ass muscles clenched down on Ron's cock, and that sent him over the edge, his sperm filling up her bowels.
When they came down, Ron bent down and gave Megan a kiss. "Thanks, Meg. I can always count on you to help me out." She smiled up at him, and kissed him back.
"Any time, Master, any time."
When his mother awoke, she found Ron sitting on the edge of the bed gazing at her. She smiled up at him in remembrance of their experience. "You are a wonderful son, Ron. But, I'm sorry that I couldn't finish my part."
"That's okay, Mom. Megan was glad to help out. I'm gonna go to work with you tomorrow. Your boss and I need to have a little talk. It's not right that she treats you that way."
"Thank you, dear." She wasn't sure what he had in mind, but she knew there was little point in arguing with him. Besides, she thought, he might just be able to make things better.
Ron drove his mother to work, and she gave him a tour of the facility. She worked at a large electronics plant which manufactured all types of gizmos and gadgets for the consumer electronics market.
"Ms. Chaffey, what in the hell are you doing?" This was Ms. Molinov, Sandra's boss.
"I'm showing my son around the plant, Ms.-"
"Is this your lunch break?"
"Then you should be doing your work, not goofing off."
Ron couldn't hold his tongue any longer. "What is your problem, bitch?"
Ms. Molinov, shocked, whirled around at him. "How dare-" The look on Ron's face froze her in her tracks. It was a look she had reserved for her own use, the look of ultimate power and authority.
"You and I need to talk. Mom, I'll see you back in your office later, okay?" Sandra nodded, and headed off. "Now, what is your name?"
"Mizz Molinov, and what right-" Ron wasn't letting her get a word in.
"I meant your first name, Miss Molinov?"
"I don't wish for you to address me by my first name."
"Your wishes are irrelevant." Ron's voice hardened, but he didn't raise it, because he didn't wish to draw attention. "What is your name?"
"Tanya," she replied meekly. She was being cowed by a young boy, and she didn't like it.
"Fine, Tanya. Let's go to your office." She led off toward the back of the plant. The further away from the main area of the plant they got, the worse she felt. She had no way of knowing that Ron was already messing with her head.
By the time they arrived at her office, she was thoroughly afraid of Ron. "What are you going to do to me?"
"That is not yet your concern. Sit down." She sat in her chair, and Ron moved around the room, looking at her office equipment, her computer, and generally being nosy. "What is your position here at the plant?"
"I am the vice president in charge of production of this particular plant." Stating her importance made her feel better, but only momentarily.
"Hmmm. Strange that they should put such a weak woman in such a position of power. Is that why you hate my mother? Do you see her as a threat?"
"I do not hate your-" she could no longer speak.
"You cannot lie to me. As a matter of fact, I think that, for the rest of the week, you will not be able to lie to anybody." Ron pushed a few switches in her head, and poof! went her ability to dissimulate. "Now then, why do you hate my mother?"
"She has advanced through sheer competency. She has not had to degrade herself in the manner that I have had to do to get where I am. She threatens my job with her skill level. I fully intend to fire her at the first available opportunity."
"I see. Just how did you have to degrade yourself?" Ron was enjoying this little game. It was unimportant to his ultimate objective, but he had time to kill, and he liked watching her squirm.
"I'd rather not say." True, absolutely true. She'd rather not say. But she's gonna.
"I didn't ask you if you wanted to. Answer the question."
"I have slept with every supervisor I have ever had. I am presently having an affair with the CEO of the corporation."
"And you find that degrading?"
"Yes!" Didn't this kid know anything?
"Why? Don't you enjoy sex?"
"I prefer to choose my partners. Further, those men think they own me. Like I'm some kind of toy for their amusement."
"You are. And you will continue to be. As a matter of fact, I think that you should be played with by more people than your supervisors..." Ron made some adjustments in her head. This was all he really ever had to do, but he enjoyed making her squirm under his scrutiny. "My mother is not to be treated with disrespect ever again. If I find that you have done so, the treatment you are about to receive will seem mild in comparison to what I will do to you. Is there a section of the plant where only a few people are working?"
"Yes, in quality control. It is an isolated, quieter section of the plant."
"Very good. Now then, who is in charge of the manufacturing process? In other words, if I wanted to change what was being made in the factory right now, who would I talk to?"
"Me, first. You'd need an authorization, then you'd need to talk to Kevin in the computer room."
"Sign my authorization. Then, I want you to follow the mental instructions I have given you." Ron watched her sign the form, leaving the rest of it blank, and then she moved off in the direction of the quality control division. Ron filled in the form, and headed off to the computer room.
Kevin was a helpful soul. It took them no time at all to get Ron's design up and running in the computer. Then the manufacturing process began.
Meanwhile, Tanya had made it to the quality control section. Per her instructions, she stripped herself down. Then, she laid herself on the conveyor belt, which moved her quickly into view of all the men working in this section. There were four of them here, all surprised to see a naked woman coming down their line. It was even more of a shock to find that it was the head honcho of the plant.
"Well, I'll be damned!" one of them exclaimed.
"Looks like it's time for a break," said another.
"Now wait a minute, guys," said the senior worker. "This is quality control. Now we need to make sure she lives up to our standards." There was general enthusiasm at the idea, and all four of them quickly had their pants off. By this time, Tanya had rolled off the conveyor belt onto their work table. She was mortified to find four very stiff pricks pointing at her. Her programming didn't allow her to show her revulsion, didn't allow her to object. It forced her to accept the cocks offered to her mouth. Those two men took turns fucking their stiff rods down her throat. She would alternate, sucking one while jerking off the other.
The other two went to work on the rest of her body. One started mauling her tits, grabbing them and squeezing roughly. He tweaked her nipples, pinching and twisting them until they stood out rigidly from her chest. The fourth man was pushing his finger up into her cunt and licking her clit, trying to get her wet. Despite her disgust at what she was doing, the attention was starting to work on her, and her juices started flowing.
As soon as she was wet enough, the man at her cunt jumped up on the table, and shoved his cock roughly into her. She might have screamed, but the cock filling her mouth prevented it. After a short time, the man in her cunt was asked to move aside by the man at her breasts.
"No way, man! I need this bad!"
"Aw, come on! We all should get a turn!"
The leader, who was getting his cock sucked at the moment, suggested something. "Larry, why don't you fuck her in the ass, so that John can get some pussy?" Larry was amenable to this idea, and so pulled out of her cunt.
Tanya was mortified at the idea of someone fucking her ass. This was one thing she had never allowed. At this point, however, there was no way for her to stop them. They lifted her up so that Larry could lie beneath her. He inserted his cock into her ass, and the pain was intense. He kept pushing until he was all the way inside her, filling her ass with his cock. John quickly climbed between her legs, and pushed his rod into her now dripping cunt. They both started fucking her, alternating John pushing in, then Larry pushing in as John pulled out. The sensation, as much as she hated it, was getting her very hot. With Larry under her, there was nothing to support her head, and it was bent back until it again rested on the table. This allowed for excellent access to her throat and Will, the leader, took advantage. He plunged his cock all the way down her throat, nearly making her gag. He started fucking her hard that way. The fourth man, Bob, contented himself with fondling her tits for the moment.
Will soon came, filling her throat with his seed. She tried to swallow it all, but some ran out of her mouth and down her face. Will pulled out to be immediately replaced by Bob. Her throat was beginning to get sore. Meanwhile, Larry and John were still fucking madly in and out of her. Larry gave in first, pumping her ass full of his spunk. John wasn't far behind him, giving some final deep thrusts before spewing his load inside her cunt.
The men pulled out and climbed off her, lying her on the table as they got dressed. As she got up to leave, John called after her.
"When you coming back?"
Reluctantly, unwillingly, she said, "Next week, same time."
The men looked at each other. This job had just gotten a hell of a lot more fun.
When they went home that night, Ron and his mother had to unpack five thousand small audio units from the back of his Expedition. Each one weighing about an ounce, they were the state of the art in miniaturization. Kevin, assuming it was a project for the company, had refined Ron's design using smaller, more sophisticated components. The speaker, of course, could not be touched. Ron was adamant about that. He didn't want to have 5000 units of junk. He packed them away in the lab, and went to check on the new construction outside.
Ron had been preparing for this new venture for a while. He had plans drawn up for a fairly large addition to the house. He walked outside to survey the day's work. It was very nearly finished, the siding had gone on today to match the rest of the house, the roof was fully done. Since the interior of the building was very simple, it should be finished in less than two weeks, he was assured.
By a strange coincidence, the new addition was completed on the day Ron was scheduled to meet one Vincenzi Balcore. This man was the head of the area's biggest criminal outfit. Not the mafia as such, they did have associations with such organizations. The Balcore organization controlled almost everything in the area. The meeting was to happen at Mr. Deneuve's house. Mrs. Deneuve and Clarissa were both wearing very skimpy maid outfits, and catered to everyone's wishes.
Mr. Balcore, who had dealt with the Deneuve family in the past, was somewhat perplexed at the Deneuve women's behavior. "Hey, Brian, what's up with the ladies?"
Ron answered for him. "Mr. Balcore, if you'll allow me, this will all be explained once we get started."
"All right, then. Let's get down to business." Everyone sat around the table except Ron, who thought better standing up. "So, what's this big deal you've got for us? This better not be a waste of my time."
"I understand you are a busy man, sir. In order to absolutely guarantee that you leave happy..." Ron pulled a briefcase from under the table, and passed it over to the man, "This is the money that is owed you by Mr. Deneuve here. Plus interest, of course." There was $300,000 in the case. Balcore was impressed.
"Okay, at least we got our money, now you said you had a deal for us?"
"Yes. Let me ask you: I know, from talking to Mr. Deneuve, that you have... a lot of interests in the area. What is your organization's stand on prostitution?"
"We've never considered it a lucrative enough business to deal with its inherent instability. The revenue is great, but your employees have a tendency to do weird shit like get diseases and die. It's a hassle all the way around, so we never bothered with it. Is that what this is all about?"
"No, not exactly. I just wanted to make sure that the plan I am proposing didn't step on anyone's toes."
"All right, then, let's have it."
"Sir, what I'm proposing, involves the collection and redistribution of... citizens who are, shall we say, less than productive."
"Collection and redistribution? What the hell are you talking about, paisan?"
"Boss, I think he's talking about selling them. Right? You talking about slavery, man?"
"It could be looked at that way, yes. However, by the time I'm done with them, the ladies will want nothing more than to be bought."
"Lay it all out for me. What's the plan, the profits, the whole bit."
"Okay, it goes like this: I need you to do two things for the plan to work: Provide me with clients, and to... collect the merchandise from off the street."
"Sounds like we're doing all the work." The junior man said.
"Not really. You are both aware of the Deneuve's previous temperaments?" Ron indicated the two females, and Balcore nodded. "They have both been through a simplified version of what I will do to our merchandise. These women still have some level of free will, so they can act on their own. When I get done with our product, they will be whatever our customer wants them to be. I am not asking for an exorbitant amount of the profits. You will be taking a large portion of the risk, yes. But you will also be taking the lion's share of the profits."
"How does it work? I mean, what is the order of events?" Balcore wanted to know.
"It goes like this: You find a girl on the street. A prostitute, or a runaway. We don't want anyone that the police are going to spend time looking for. You apprehend them, and bring them to me. I will give them some initial programming to keep them... tame. You then direct your clients to me. They will choose the woman they want, and tell me how they wish her to act. I will then take two days to prep the female for delivery. The client will also select wardrobe for their new toys. This will be purchased from Mr. Deneuve's shop, and included in the cost of purchase."
"Sounds good. What kind of clients are we looking for?"
"Influential ones. Rich ones. People with enough influence and power to be able to appreciate having such a fine servant."
"Hey, I got a question, though. Mosta those kinds of people got wives, ya know? How they gonna get around that?" Balcore agreed with his junior that this was, indeed, a problem.
"No problem. For an extra fee, that will go mostly to me, I will... alter their wives' personality to accept the presence of another woman. This is easy, very straightforward. I've been doing that for years."
"What stops us from cutting you out of the loop?" Balcore wanted to know.
"You don't know how to do the reprogramming, and I will never show it to you. Nobody else knows how it's done. And, before you ask, what keeps me from cutting you out is that I cannot do the legwork, nor do I have the contacts, to make this plan go."
"What about cost?"
"My costs are minimal. Your costs are fairly minimal as well, just some gas, and the cost of your men. The men we are dealing with are wealthy. My best guess would be in excess of $250,000."
Balcore whistled. "That's a lot of dough for a little work. What if we get a sick one, or something?"
"Let me worry about that sort of problem, okay? I have ways of dealing with it."
The details of the deal were worked out over the next few hours. By the end of the session, everyone, including Mr. Deneuve, was fully satisfied with the plan.
"Damn. I never expected I'd be doing business with a kid," Balcore commented as he was getting ready to leave. "You've certainly got cajones, kid. You better be able to pull this off."
"I'm not worried about me, Mr. Balcore. So long as you can send me clients, we've got it made."
Balcore and his man left, leaving Ron with the Deneuves.
"You never told me about the part where I get lots more business."
"Yeah, well. I like giving people surprises. Thanks for setting this up."
"You really think you can do it?" Brian wanted to know.
"I fixed your family, didn't I?" Ron shook Brian's hand, and headed for home.
Victoria Andrews was walking along a dark street, cold, wet, and hungry. Her parents had kicked her out of their house when she told them she was not going to accept their control over her life. She was not going to Vassar, dammit! She wanted to see the world, be with people.
Victoria did not notice the black van that had been following her, its engine hardly idling. The van pulled up beside her, and, faster than she could react, its side door was flung open, and she was yanked roughly inside. She was bound and gagged before she had time to resist, and tossed into the back of the van. She thanked the heavens that she landed on something soft, until that something kicked her, and she realized it was another girl! What's going on? Why are they kidnapping us? We've got to find a way to escape. These guys are going to rape us for sure.
They rode around in the back, and picked up two more girls, before it was so crowded it was hard to breathe. One of the men said, "Okay, we've got enough." Then they started driving. Victoria couldn't tell where they were going, but it was out of the city, because the street lights were much farther apart here. They continued driving for some time. Finally, they turned off the road onto what she hoped was a driveway. Her backside was getting sore from all the bouncing on the hard van floor.
The back doors were opened, but what she saw nearly made her faint. Five individuals were there, dressed all in black, with hoods on to obscure their faces. Their attire was calculated to intimidate, and it was working. There were no weapons in evidence, but their stance told the women that they were probably there. Each man stepped forward, grabbed a girl, and flung her over his shoulder. When all five were out of the van, the doors were closed and it moved off. The girls were carried into a large building. They were put in a large room. Their gags were removed, but they were told not to talk. The men arrayed themselves around the room, observing the women, but not being actively hostile.
The door opened. The bright light from the hallway made them all squint. The door closed, and their eyes readjusted to the dim light in the room. The man before them was dressed in casual attire, jeans and a T-shirt. Over these, he wore a lab coat. His hair was cut neatly, over the ears. His eyes were piercing; Victoria didn't like his gaze. He was carrying a clipboard, on which he was writing information. He would stop in front of one girl, write something down, and move on to the next. When he was finished, he handed the clipboard to one of his assistants in black. He gestured to another, who brought the lights up slowly, until they could see him easily.
"Hello. Please do not be alarmed. We are not here to physically abuse you, rape you, or in any way cause you undue mental or physical stress. I dare say that your life after leaving here will be far happier than it was when you came in. You may not believe me now, and I'm sure you don't trust me. How could you possibly, when you've been, to use your term for it, abducted off the streets and brought to this strange place?
"I am the head administrator of this facility. I am also its chief scientist. Okay, I'm its only scientist. You and I will be interacting on a constant basis while you are here. You will remain in this facility for a minimum of four days. I cannot tell you how long you will be here exactly, it depends on... other factors.
"The rules are very simple: do what you are told. Do not do anything that you are told not to do. If something is ambiguous, in other words, if you aren't sure whether or not you should do it, don't. When in doubt, your safest course of action is none at all. If you obey the rules, you will be treated kindly, and you may even enjoy your stay here. It is unlikely that any of you will be disobedient for long, but I'd prefer to avoid such unpleasantness. I will now allow exactly two minutes for questions."
"What are you going to do to us?" One girl asked.
"We are conducting an experiment. There is an old question about environment versus genetics. Which decides how you will behave? If it's genetics, then there is nothing we can do to change your lot in life. We, however, believe it is environment. We are here to prepare you to enter a wholly new environment from the one you have known. It is our hope that your new life will prove to be more productive and useful. Now then, that uses up all of the two minutes. You will very shortly be taken for a physical exam. You will be taken one at a time, and the examiner, to make you feel better, is a female. Please cooperate with her, I don't want to have to discipline anyone the first night out."
Ron left the room, and the door closed. Victoria was stunned. A new life? What kind of crap are they talking here? What, are they going to send us off to finishing school? Or maybe they want to make better people out of us by planting microchips in our head. I don't want any part of whatever this is. Not that she had a choice, mind you, but her resolve was strong for the moment.
Another person came in, this one dressed in gray. He pointed to Victoria, and one of the black-clad guards untied her. "Stand up, please." She rose as requested, a little unsteady on her feet. The man in gray was nice enough to wait for her to get her legs back. "Please come with me."
They walked down a short hallway to an examining room. "In there. Remove your clothing and lie down on the table. The technician will be with you shortly."
Victoria did as requested, puzzling only slightly at the man's choice of words. Surely he meant 'doctor'.
The door opened, and a very young woman... no, there was no way around it, a girl walked in. "Hello. My name is Karen. Let me explain what is about to happen to you. I'm sure, when our administrator said 'medical exam', you were expecting to see a doctor. There will be no probes, no x-rays, nothing you would classify as a test. I will be placing my hands on various parts of your body. Some of the time, you may be uncomfortable. For that, I apologize now, but there is no way around it. You will most likely not understand what is happening, and I am not allowed to explain it to you. Please lie still, and I will begin the exam."
Victoria lay back, and Karen placed her hands on either side of Victoria's head. Her hands moved down to her cheeks, then pressed on her shoulders. Victoria jumped when Karen pressed her hands into her tits, but there was no sexual content there. She moved on to the abdomen, and then the pelvis. Victoria didn't know what could possibly be obtained by this sort of probing, but it wasn't a very thorough way of checking health. Soon, Karen was finished and asked Victoria to sit up.
"For the record, what is your first name?"
"When did you break your leg?"
"Your left femur. When did you break it?"
"Six years ago. But how did you-"
"You are aware that you are a borderline diabetic?"
"Well, my doctor says I can deal with it through diet. I want to-"
"And, is it your father or your mother who has Valervan's syndrome?"
"My mother. How can you know about something that only shows on a DNA test?"
"I told you I'm not allowed to explain the methods of our examination process. We will take care of your diabetes, and we'll repair the Valervan gene loop before the project is complete. We want you to leave here healthy. I'm scheduling two sessions for you in the next two days. Don't worry, the procedures are very straightforward. Please get dressed."
Victoria dressed herself, but then a though struck her. "Are you telling me that you can CURE Valervan's?"
"Yes. Quite easily, it's only a genetic defect. Harder to do when someone actually has it, but you are just a carrier. You would never have developed the disease, but you could have passed it on to any children you may have. We will remove the problem, so that your children will be perfectly healthy, or at least have every chance at it."
The man in gray came back. Karen said to him, "Room 12. Clean bill." The man motioned for Victoria to follow him. He led her down a longer hallway, lined with doors. He went to one marked "12", and opened it. Inside, Victoria saw many cots , bunked three high, lining the walls. In the middle of the room were couches and a table. There were six other girls in the room.
"Ladies, this is your newest roomie. Let's not misbehave now." He turned to Victoria. "You will be called over the PA system when you are needed. At those times, you will step outside the room, close the door, and wait. Do not move from the square outside the door until someone arrives to escort you. Unauthorized walks outside this room will not be tolerated. Do you understand?" Victoria nodded, and the man left.
For the next two days, Victoria spent the bulk of her time in room 12. Their meals were brought in, the bathroom was connected to the room, and any activities they engaged in were among themselves only. Victoria never saw any of the other four women brought in with her that night.
Twice in those two days, Victoria's name was called, and she went out in the hall to stand in the square. The gray man, as she'd taken to calling him, led her down the hallway to a medical facility. Well, she knew that's what it was now. Then, it had looked like a laminar room with an examining table in it. Both of the "operations" had been performed quickly, quietly, and with little fuss. She was informed, after each operation, that it had been a success, and that, in each case, she might feel slightly ill for the next few hours. She didn't feel bad at all, really. It didn't seem as though anything had been done. What could three people standing over her naked body and touching her do? It was the silence that was creepy. None of them ever spoke to each other, only to her. It was as if they could communicate with their minds. Are these people aliens?
It was in her third day that her programming started. Again her name was called, but this time the gray man did not come to lead her. A woman, dressed in a maroon jumpsuit and wearing a matching hood, approached her. She motioned to the girl, and Victoria followed her down the hallway. She was directed to sit in a high-backed swivel chair, much like an office chair, in a small white room. In front of the chair was a large television set. The screen had to be 80".
Ron entered the room where Victoria was seated. "Good morning, Miss. Today, we start the learning process off. Now, I don't want you to be frightened or anything. All I am asking you to do is sit there and look at the screen. I'm not trying to hypnotize you or anything like that. I won't even be in the room until the entire sequence has played itself out. Do you have any questions before we begin?"
"Yes. What are you getting out of all of this?"
"I am a scientist, young lady. I am doing research. The information gathered from you and your associates will advance psychological science far ahead. Now, just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show." Ron walked out, closing the door behind him. The lights in the room dimmed, and the TV set came on. At first it was blank, and then the colors started.....
"Perfect. Just like all the others. I've not encountered a person yet that could resist this new program."
"What's it doing to them, Ron?" asked Karen. Karen was Ron's new assistant. He felt it would make the ladies more comfortable to be examined by a female. Though Karen wasn't as strong a psionic as Ron, she had learned the medical portion of her psionic training very well. Besides, Ron knew she was bright, and she didn't trust CAMP. Someday, he'd have to ask her what had tipped her off.
"It's basically doing to them what we would do. It's removing their will, and replacing it, right now, with a simple need to behave and follow the rules. Their second programming session, when they've been purchased, will turn them into whatever kind of being the client wants."
"I don't have a problem with it, but isn't this sort of immoral?" Karen was a good one for asking questions like that.
"Well, I suppose it could be looked at that way, but I look at it like this: these girls were all out on the streets. So, they weren't constructive citizens anyhow. They were degrading the 'moral fabric' of our fair city. All we've really done, is to take away their free will. As psionics, we tend to do that to everyone we meet anyway." That answer satisfied Karen, who, as she said, didn't really have a problem with it anyhow. To her, the ends had always justified the means. She had never regretted killing her parents, and she was forever grateful to Ron for having stopped the police, and taking her in like he did. She'd never really thanked him properly for that. Someday, I'll have to tell him thank you. But just saying it doesn't really mean anything. I'll have to think of something better.
Victoria's life became very boring for the next week. She assumed that the "learning" would continue. She didn't feel any different, though she now no longer considered escape. She didn't want to cause her captors... no, the word that came to her mind was "benefactors", any trouble. A week after her session, the door to room 12 opened. She figured they were getting a new roommate, but that wasn't it.
"Now these women here, are all ready for.... further education. They are healthy, and ready to go." The administrator was talking to another gentleman, well-dressed and handsome. He looked very wealthy. Ron had explained to him already that the women did not understand why they were there, and that he should watch what he said.
"I see. So, you want me to make a decision on who continues on in the program at this time?"
"That's right. I realize appearance is not a good judge of temperament, intelligence, or skill, but we feel that you can decide based on their actions toward you."
The man wandered around the room, looking at each girl. They all looked into his eyes as he passed. This was part of their programming. He stopped in front of Victoria. "You are a very pretty young lady."
"Thank you, sir."
The man turned to the administrator. "I think, her."
"Very good, sir. A good choice. We can discuss other details in my office. Karen, see to it that Victoria is prepared for further education."
"Yes sir," Karen replied. "Victoria, come with me, please." Victoria followed Karen down a hallway. They stopped at another door. This one was room 35. They went in.
Inside was a complete suite, with a soft bed, a private bath, and even a TV set. "For the next portion of your training, you will sleep here. We aren't punishing you by the isolation, but what you are learning might be... upsetting to the other girls. So, you will stay here while you are in this phase."
"All of the rules are the same. When you are called, you will stand in the square outside the door. We get cable here, so enjoy." Karen left Victoria to make herself comfortable.
The very next day, Victoria was called. She was again taken to the small room. On her way down the hall, she passed the nice-looking gentleman who had chosen her yesterday. She sat in the same chair, facing the same TV screen.
The gentleman was with Ron in the control booth. "What, exactly, happens in that room?"
"I'm not allowed to tell you that. Now then, you've filled out the forms?"
"Yes." He handed over the personality desires sheet that told Ron how to program the lady. "One other question: you said you could accommodate almost any request?"
"That is correct."
"Does that include physical?"
"That depends on the request."
"Can you give her jet black hair?"
"That.... yes, we can do that. And, since you are mentioning hair, would you like us to make her.... maintenance free?"
The man chuckled at the term. "What exactly do you mean?"
"We can, so long as we're messing with her anyway, cause her not to grow any hair on her body below the neck."
"Not even on her... you know, her privates?"
"Correct. Or, with a little extra effort, we can leave hair there, but not on her arms or legs."
"Wow! I didn't know medical science had advanced that far."
"Let's just say it hasn't passed through the FDA yet." Ron smiled, knowing the man would never believe the truth.
"Understood. So, when does she get programmed?"
"It is happening right now. Given the extra requests you've made, we'll need one extra day to deliver her to you. She will be ready for receipt the day after tomorrow. I assume there's no problem with that?"
"No, not at all. Thank you so much. You've made a longstanding dream come true." Ron led the man out of the control room, and out of the facility.
"Bring your wife by whenever, and we'll... readjust her way of thinking. That, of course, is an extra fee." The man agreed, thanked Ron again, and drove away.
Victoria was back in her room. Only, she wasn't herself anymore. Of course, she didn't know that. The one thought that kept running through her mind is Where is my master? And why am I being kept from him?
Again, her name was called. She stood outside, waiting. The gray man came and led her to the medical facility. Again she stripped. Again, they placed their hands on her body.
At the end of this procedure, she was told by Karen. "This procedure was a request of your master. Your hair will change color. Also, you will notice that some of the hairs on your body are going to fall out. Please do not be alarmed by this; it is also at the request of your master. Do you understand?"
"Yes. Please, where is my master?"
"You will see your master when we are sure that our procedures have been successful. Probably one more day. Please be patient."
Victoria, who now knew herself as Becky, stood in the square outside her room, awaiting her guide. The administrator walked up to her.
"Good morning, Becky, and how are we today?"
"Fine, sir. Will I see my master today?"
"If everything here in the chart checks out, yes."
Becky prayed that everything would be fine. She had never before been away from her master for so long. At least, that's what she thought.
"Well, Becky, everything here looks perfect. Did you notice any hair loss?"
"Yes sir. All the hair on my arms and legs fell out, and even some around my...my...down there, sir."
"I see. Well, as you were told, that was the request of your master. So, let's go see him, shall we?" Becky beamed as Ron led her down the hall and into the reception area of the facility. She saw her master standing near the entrance waiting. She had to restrain herself from running to him, but she had not yet been given permission.
"Go ahead, Becky. You're free to go." She bolted to her master's side. She grabbed his arm and looked up at him longingly.
"How much longer will my wife take?" He asked.
"She should be done any time now." Ron turned to Megan, who was the receptionist at the facility. "Has he squared away payment?"
"Yes, sir. Payment received in full."
"Very good. Ah, here comes your wife now." The woman came in with a wide smile on her face.
"Ah, there you are! I missed you!" She gave him a kiss, and then looked at 'Becky'. Who is this?"
"This, Yolanda, is my new toy. Her name is Becky. She will be sharing our bed often, and supplanting you in it from time to time."
"I see. Well, if that's the way you want it, then I suppose that's the way it will be. Can we go home now?"
"Yes. Thank you again, sir. I don't know how to thank you."
"That's easy. Tell your friends about us. But, let's keep it quiet, shall we?" They both had a good laugh. The trio left, and Ron went back to work.
That night, just before bedtime, there was a call for Becky. The caller said only, "Begin program one." Then he hung up. In accord with her instructions, she returned to the bedroom, took her watch off, and turned it face down, revealing a small electronic device attached to the watch. She tapped the button on it once, and an LED flashed twice. Knowing that it was doing its job, she climbed back into bed next to her master, whom she spent the rest of the night satisfying. Ron's program, phase one, was under way.
Just as life was settling down to a new routine, something had to go and upset the apple cart. This time, it came from an unexpected direction.
It had taken the workers time to get used to a large white mountain lion roaming the halls of the reprogramming facility. Jessica had authority to enter any place she desired. Normally, she followed Ron, unless he asked her not to. This he did occasionally, so as not to scare the patients. He was not surprised, then, to find her waiting for him in her office. He was shocked, however, when he found himself in the Plane of the Watchers.
"Jess? What's up? You don't normally bring me here."
"Ron, there's a serious problem. It's about Miko. Take her to the doctor, as soon as possible. If the doctor verifies that her blood chemistry is going haywire, I'll explain more. Just get her to the doc, soon."
"Is tomorrow soon enough? She has a scheduled appointment at 11:30."
"That'll do. It would be unseemly to upset a doctor's schedule, as much fun as it might be for you."
"What should the doc be looking for?"
"Tell her to run a blood test just to check her blood chemistry. If she doesn't find anything unusual, then the info I'm getting here is wrong. Otherwise, you've got a hell of a problem. I'll explain later if necessary."
Ron abruptly found himself back in the real world. He wondered why she had been so curt with him, but then he realized one of his staff was entering the room. How does she do that?
Doctor Brown was not at all comfortable with Ron in the examining room. Her body was giving all sorts of crazy signals. If Ron had not been so concerned about Kumiko, he would have been thoroughly amused. He had checked the schedule on entering the office. He knew that the next people in to see the doctor would be a very young couple. As a matter of fact, the young man had just graduated high school the past year. He was sure that the two would have a wonderful time.
"Are you trying to tell me how to do my job, young man?"
"Just shut the fuck up and do it, lady. I haven't got the time nor the inclination to sit here and argue with you."
The doctor went out in a huff, saying that a technician would be in shortly.
"Why are you insisting on the blood test, Master? I am feeling okay, I guess, for a pregnant woman."
"Just bear with me, okay, Miko? Excuse me, Kumiko." More often lately, he had been slipping and calling her Miko. He still remembered their first meeting in the girls' restroom of the high school, and he wished his life were still that simple. He also wished Kumiko were still that same girl, but she wasn't. Life in Ron's family had been no picnic for her, and it had not been good for her. With Ron's "assistance", she had been able to bear it, but she was no longer the sweet, naive girl he had fallen for back then. Back then? It was, what? Two years ago! Seems like a lifetime!
The technician came in, and drew the blood. When Ron asked her how long the test would take, she told him about an hour. As she was leaving, Ron saw the young couple being led back to the next exam room. At least I'll have entertainment while I wait.
In the next room, Dr. Brown was having trouble focusing on her job. Her pussy was wet, her vision was blurred, and all she could think about was tearing her clothes off and climbing up on this young woman and eating her pussy out. For now she was fighting the urge, but she was losing, and she knew it.
"Doctor, are you okay?" The young man, whose name was Fred, asked.
"What? Yes, yes, I'm fine. Okay, now I have to stick this instrument up your wife's pussy... I'm sorry, I mean her cunt... no, NO, I mean her vagina, to make sure everything up there is... is... all lubed and wet and hot and really needs a good sucking and... and... oh my God!" Dr. Brown had no more words. She bent down and began licking the lady's pussy. The woman, named Mary, was shocked, but couldn't sit up. Fred was frozen, unable to move in his awe.
Mary wasn't long before she started moaning and twisting on the table. Dr. Brown started removing her own clothes. When she had pulled them all off, she looked over at Fred. "Would you care to enjoy mine?" That was all she had to say, and Fred was galvanized into action. While Dr. Brown returned to Mary's cunt, Fred knelt down, and started lapping at Dr. Brown's.
As they continued, both Dr. Brown and Mary came, but Fred never did. Dr. Brown realized this, and she felt the problem needed to be rectified. "Ah-hem. As part of the doctor-patient experience, it is sometimes necessary for me to witness certain acts. Right now, Fred, I would like you to screw Mary silly while I watch. Mary, while Fred is screwing you silly, I'd like you to eat out my pussy."
Mary had little time to object as her mouth was suddenly filled with the doctor's cunt. Her own cunt was soon filled with something very long and hard, and attached to her husband. Fred was pumping furiously inside her. He ran his hands over her taut abdomen, and all of a sudden, he felt the baby move. He wasn't sure whether he felt it first with his hands or his cock, but it was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. He started ramming furiously into her, while the doctor played with her enlarged tits, squeezing them, actually milking them. She lapped up the milk that oozed out of them, and kept squeezing. Fred continued to run his hands over her stomach, occasionally feeling the baby twitch or kick. His wife's moans, muffled as they were by the doctor's muff, still permeated the room. The doctor's moans were probably audible in the waiting room, as loud as she was. Fred himself was grunting with each hard thrust into his wife. He was wondering now if there was any way to get one of these exam tables with the stirrups for his bedroom. He found the whole situation absolutely fantastic. The doctor reached down and started playing with his balls. This was all Fred could handle, and he gushed forth into his wife. Mary, feeling his sperm, climaxed herself, and sucked harder on the doctor. Dr. Brown came from the sheer excitement and naughtiness of the act.
After all the orgasms had subsided, Dr. Brown climbed down off her patient. Fred had pulled out of Mary, and was cleaning himself up with tissues. The doctor was extremely embarrassed, and mumbled something about letting the nurse take over from here.
After the doctor left, Fred looked over at Mary, who was smiling serenely. "If all your visits are like this, I want to come more often!" They both had a good laugh at that.
Shortly thereafter, Dr. Brown returned to Kumiko and Ron, with a perplexed look on her face. Even Kumiko could tell there was a problem.
"Dr. Brown? Is something wrong?"
"Kumiko.... I don't know how to say this. Your blood chemistry is... it's all wrong. Nothing here makes any sense. The numbers all read either way high or dangerously low. It doesn't fit any known disease in the books. I'd like to take another sample for verification. You say you're feeling fine?"
"Other than a little fatigue, yes. I'd assumed that was due to the pregnancy."
"It probably is. I don't know why you are not feeling extremely ill. Please, after I get the new sample, go home and get lots of rest." She turned to Ron. "I don't know what tipped you off, but you were right. I don't know what her normal duties are to you, but she can't do them in this condition."
"Right now, she doesn't have any duties. She'll be on bed rest until you say otherwise."
"Very good. Now, let's get that other blood sample."
Later, at home, Ron led Jessica into his private area. As soon as they were alone, Ron found himself back in the Watchers' plane.
"Okay, Jess. What the hell is going on? Miko's blood chemistry was all over the place. What's wrong with her?"
"Miko has been possessed."
"What? Come on, Jess, get real."
"Ron? Does this look 'real' to you? I'm beyond the concept of mortality. I know demons exist. I've seen them, I've fought them. It's part of my job up here to keep them away from you and your family. This particular demon is very nasty."
"What does he want?"
"His name is Mordreon. What he wants... is for Miko to die."
"So why doesn't he just kill her? I mean, what's going on?"
"Mordreon's power is specific. He will kill her, but he wants her to suffer first. Her, and everyone around her. The job that demons perform is to disrupt the existence of humans. The more chaos they can cause, the more damage they can do, the more they like it."
"So, how do I stop him?"
"You don't. Mordreon's power is of short range, but immense power. In other words, if you get close enough to fight him, you have no chance of winning. No human does. The psionic power of a demon, well, the scale you use on the physical plane just doesn't even allow for the concept of this much power."
"So you're telling me I've just got to let her die? I'll be damned if I'm just going to stand by and watch!"
"You don't have a choice. Once Mordreon finds a way into a body, the only way to get him out is to kill the body. You should have read the book more carefully, Ron."
"What are you talking about?"
"Mordreon's way into Kumiko was through the mental lens. When not used constantly as a defense, it becomes a gateway for the psionically proficient. The same magnifying influence it had on your power, allowed Mordreon to magnify his power enough to take over. That, and the fact that she is pregnant. See, he's actually not inside her. He's inside the baby. That's why you haven't noticed any personality changes yet. That won't last long, though. Soon, she will become dangerous. To herself, and to everyone around her. I'm sorry, Ron, there's nothing that can be done."
"Like hell there isn't! Watch me."
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