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CAMP: Ron's Journey, Chapter 8Chapter 8
Preparations for Battle

The next week was pure hell for Ron. He knew his family was in
trouble. He knew he couldn't help them where he was. He wanted to be with
them, but he knew he needed to finish learning here, or he might not be able to
help them.
Jess tried to console him, she did her best as his servant to keep
his mind off it, but it just wasn't working. They had just finished making love
for the second time that day, when he rolled onto his back and stared up at the
ceiling.
"Ron? Is there anything I can do?"
"No, I don't think so. Get me my clothes, will ya?"
She jumped up to do as he asked. Ron got dressed and cleaned up,
because it was almost time for his next lesson. Pete showed up right on time.
"Hey, Ron. I heard about your family. Don't worry, man. We'll get
you ready for it. Today, we need you to bring Megan with you. Today's lesson
requires her services."
"Okay. Megan! Come here!" Megan emerged from her room, and walked
to Ron's side. She had mellowed only slightly from the first day, but Ron had
placed controls on her to keep her in line. The three of them left, and walked
to the usual classroom. When they got there, they found James talking to one of
the committee members. Ron sat down and waited quietly until they were ready to
deal with him.
"So, this is he?" The committee member asked.
"Yes. I think he's ready. Today is one of his final lessons."
"Very well. Proceed. I will observe and report."
"Alright." He turned to Ron and said, "Today, we explore one of
your last lessons. You've already had some mild experience with Direct Mental
Programming, but you haven't really used it to overwrite a mind yet. It's time
to take care of Megan. She's been neglected for five weeks, now, and that's
much too long for a nice girl like her." James smirked when he said it, and Ron
caught the joke.
"Okay. I've been studying the lesson. What do you want me to make
her into?"
"That's entirely up to you. Just remember, if you make her into
something you don't like, you have to fix it later. Just make it noticeable.
I'll scan her when you're finished to check your work."
"Okeydoke." Ron looked at Megan, and said, "Come here, Megan."
Ron saw the fear in her eyes, and she didn't move. Ron grew irritated. He
reached out mentally, grabbed her around the waist, and dragged her forcibly to
him. He looked her in the eyes, and saw her terror. He'd finally learned how
to look someone in the eyes without blanking them. "Sit down." His voice held
a warning, and Megan sat down quickly. Ron reached out and took her hand. She
jumped, and then froze.
Ron wiggled his way into her mind. He found images of her family,
all seemed to be malicious little bastards. He knew that this was her view of
them, but he didn't figure they were very pleasant people, if they'd raised her
like this. He continued looking, for now just plotting ground, finding things
that needed changing. He knew what he wanted from Megan, and he wanted to make
sure he did it right. Megan was going to become his one true sex slave. Her
only purpose in life would be to serve his body. All of the other people in his
life, Jess included, he had some emotional ties to. Megan he didn't know from
nobody. He needed to release the urge to just completely devastate someone's
will, and he figured she was the best choice available.
After about twenty minutes of plotting, Ron moved to the very center
of her psyche. This was the core, the central theme of her mind. In Megan,
this was a dark place, not at all pleasant. Ron knew of no way to change this
place. So, he ripped it out.
Megan screamed. She howled, she snarled, she sounded very much like
a wounded animal. If not for Ron's physical control over her, she very well
might have hurt herself. James and the committeeman looked on with interest.
They recognized the sign of a dying personality. They looked at each other and
smiled.
Ron now replaced the psyche he had just obliterated. What he
replaced it with was... himself. He had just made himself the center of her
entire world. That complete, he went through and started deleting whole blocks
of memory. This was the wholesale slaughter of her identity. By the time he
had finished, she remembered neither her father nor her mother. She remembered
only Ron. She saw him as provider, protector, comforter, lover, friend. Her
desire was to make him happy. She would do whatever he wanted, whenever he
wanted, wherever he wanted. She had no wishes of her own except to see him
pleased with her.
This process had taken well over an hour, so thorough a job had he
done. When Ron finally pulled out, Megan collapsed onto the table. Ron was
dripping sweat, and slightly winded. The committeeman handed him a soda.
"Drink up. You've lost quite a bit of fluid over the last hour."
As Ron drank up, James did a full scan of Megan. When he was
finished, the committeeman asked, "Well? How'd he do?"
"I think you'd better look for yourself." James looked a little
pale, Ron thought.
"Ron, may I?" It was standard procedure to ask before scanning
another person's followers.
"Sure, go ahead." The man did, and the color drained from his face
far more obviously than James'.
"Did I goof? Is something wrong?" Ron worried that he might have
just turned the girl into a vegetable.
The man turned to James. "I have never seen a rewrite that...
complete before. There isn't anything left, not one shred. Not even the stuff
we hid in there."
"What's he talking about, James?"
James finally explained. "Ron, when we acquired Megan, we did a
full mental map. We also hid a few spurious memories around in her head, in
areas that a normal psionic wasn't likely to find. They're not there anymore.
That means you were able to wipe her entire memory bank and rewrite it with, I
must say, a damned fine list of memories intended to give her a singular goal in
life."
"Is she gonna be okay?"
"Oh, yeah. She'll be fine. And, honestly, she'll probably be a lot
happier now. She should wake up in a few minutes. Wait here until she does.
Feel free to stay here as long as she needs, classes are over for the day. We
have to go to a meeting, so we'll see you later." The committeeman shook Ron's
hand, and they both left.
Ron sat, waiting for Megan to wake up. Their reactions were sure
strange. I mean, it really wasn't that hard. Time consuming, yes, but not
hard. I wish she hadn't screamed like that, though. I nearly shit my pants
when she did that. I wonder what she'll be like when she wakes up? She's got
to be friendlier than she was before.
Just then, Megan began to stir. Ron sat up, and helped her sit up
in her chair. She was shaking her head, like she was trying to clear a buzzing
noise. Ron pushed his soda over to her. "Have a sip. It'll make you feel
better." She opened her eyes and focused on the can, grabbing it and taking
several drinks from it. Then she set it down and looked at Ron.
Her whole expression changed at that point. What had been a scowl
turned into a beautiful smile. Her eyes lit up, and her face filled with joy.
"Master!" She dropped to her knees at his feet and laid her head in
his lap. "What can I do for you, Master?"
Well, needless to say, this display was making Ron horny as hell.
His dick was already rigid, and he felt he deserved some relief. "Take out my
cock and suck on it."
Megan's hands fairly flew to his zipper. She undid his pants,
reached in, and pulled out his cock. The look on her face was one of pure lust.
She licked his shaft up and down, getting it nice and wet, then she sucked him
in. Her tongue circled around the head of his cock, and then she took him all
the way. As Jess had done, Megan deepthroated him like a pornstar. Each
time, she would waggle her tongue as she came out, driving him closer and closer
to the edge. It wasn't long before he felt the need, and he grabbed her head
and shoved his cock as far in as it would go. He held her there, and started
coming down her throat. He finally came down from his climax, but he didn't
even begin to soften. He pulled out of her mouth, and she sat back on her
heels.
"Stand up and undress. Do it sexy."
Megan stood up. She moved her hands up to her breasts and started
to rub them. She made her hands move in circles, bigger and bigger, until her
hands reached the bottom of her Tshirt. She turned to face away from Ron, and
pulled the shirt off over her head. She was wearing a bra, but she didn't
remove that yet. She sidled over to Ron and placed her hand on the back of his
head. She pulled his face into her tits, and Ron breathed her wonderful scent.
She backed off, and undid her jeans. Slowly, teasingly, she wiggled them down
off her hips, until they fell to the floor. She stepped out of each leg, taking
her shoes and socks off as she did. Now she was clad only in underwear. She
was swaying and moving to some unheard tune, and Ron was enthralled with her
performance. She faced away from him again, and undid her bra. She slipped it
off of her arms, but held the front in place. She faced him now, and flung the
bra off. Her breasts jiggled with the action, and Ron's dick jerked. She was
doing her very best to tantalize him, and it was working. She bent down, and
started working her panties off. She turned around to give him a better view.
Her panties hit the ground, and she spread her legs shoulder width to show Ron
her pussy.
Ron could take no more. He stood up, took his pants off, and
approached his prize. She stood up as he touched her, but he moved her to the
table and bent her over. He plowed into her furrow full force, and she let out
a grunt. He started slamming into her as hard as he could: he was actually
moving the table. As she came in a mindwrenching orgasm, he decided he wanted
all of her. He pulled out of her pussy, and pressed his cock to her asshole.
Her mindset had been so completely altered that, instead of resisting, she
encouraged him.
"Yes, Master! Fuck my ass!" She pushed back at him, and he slowly
worked into her. He set up a rhythm that increased in pace. He reached around
and grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples. He pounded her for some time, and
she started to come again. At that point, she reached back and gently massaged
his balls. This was the last straw for him, and he came violently in her ass.
They were both exhausted, and collapsed onto the table.

The following day was supposed to be a day of rest. Ron thought
this was a good idea, since he was pretty worn out. Having one slave who wants
me all the time was bad enough. Now I've got two to deal with! Well, It could
be worse... It had, however, managed to take his mind off of his family
problems for a few hours, and he was grateful for that. Since today was an off
day, he was surprised when there came a knock at the door. Megan answered it
without being asked, and led James back into the room.
"Ron, you need to come with me. No questions."
"What?" That got him a stern look from James, and so he got up and
followed James outside. They got in an electric cart, and headed toward the
main office building. What did I do? They haven't told me about any rules I've
broken. What's this all about? These were all things he would have said to
James, if he'd been allowed to.
They entered the main office building, and headed up to the third
floor. James directed Ron to a waiting room. "Wait here. Do not leave this
room until someone comes for you." Ron sat down, and started... waiting. There
were several objects in the room, and Ron passed the time, and improved his
skill, by flying them around the room.
Ron figured twentysix and a half minutes had passed since James
left. He had learned how to hold an almost atomicallyaccurate clock in his
head. He decided he was probably going to be here awhile. Might as well work
on my levitation.
Ron set about working on telekineting himself off the floor, and had
actually managed to raise himself to the ceiling, when the door opened. Ron
almost fell, he was so surprised, but he caught himself, and lowered himself
back to his chair. The person at the door was wearing a maroon jumpsuit, and a
ninjastyle hood, so that all that was visible were her eyes. He knew it was a
her from the bumps in the front of her suit. She signaled to him to follow her,
but she didn't speak. He followed her out of the room and down a hallway. They
approached a door with two grayclad guards in front of it. The guards opened
the doors and stood aside to let them pass. She motioned Ron into the room, but
did not enter herself. The room was very dark, and Ron wondered what was going
on. Then the doors closed behind him, and the room became pitch black. At this
point, Ron put up the strongest mental shield he could sustain. He stood
perfectly still, and listened. He was just starting to think he could hear
breathing, when lights snapped on overhead. They were spotlights. One focused
on him. Ten other lights focussed on the other people in the room, all dressed
in white.
The Committee! But what do they want with me?
The one to his extreme left spoke up. "Ronald Chaffey?"
"Yes?"
"We are the Committee. We control all activities here at CAMP."
"I know. I asked James about you."
"We are aware of this. I am sure you are wondering why we have
brought you here."
"Well, actually..."
"We do not follow the activities, or the studies, of everyone at
CAMP. Most students pass through without any direct contact with us. You,
however, we have followed with great interest. Your skills are finely tuned.
James tells us that you have achieved a level of psion17. That is most
impressive, and the highest rate any Talent has ever managed. You should be
proud, young Ron."
"Thank you, sir. But you still haven't told me why I'm here."
The man chuckled. "So I haven't. You will recall that one of us
observed your last class session. This was a final evaluation. We have brought
you here today to make you an offer. One that we hope you will accept."
"What is it?"
"We would like you to become an employee of CAMP. Now, you should
know that CAMP does not hire very many employees. We are very selective about
whom we ask. You have been chosen because of your level of ability, your
intelligence, your maturity, and your interest in the sciences."
"Well, what would I be doing?"
"We can discuss exact details later. What you need to know now is
that, you would still live at your home, though you would need to travel a bit.
Your life would not be overly disturbed, except that you would need to do things
for us from time to time. Your real job with us would start when your education
is finished. By that, I mean when you graduate from high school. They tell me
that you are quite a good computer programmer. Is this true?"
"I'd like to think so, sir." Ron was amazed. Work for them? They
want me to work for them? What can I do that they can't already?
"Very good. That will be important. Please see that you keep up
with that skill. Now then, do you accept the job? You should know that it pays
very well, though I'm sure you know by now that money will never concern you
again."
"Well, sure, I guess. So long as you don't want me to go around
killing people or something."
"No, nothing like that. We will now let James explain more about
CAMP to you. He has been preparing you for this day since you arrived. We know
you'll feel more comfortable talking with him than us, so he will remain your
contact for now." With that, the ten lights over the Committee snapped off,
leaving just his spotlight. At which point, a door over to Ron's right opened,
and James walked in.
"Okay, Ron! Welcome aboard. I'm sure you've found this whole
procedure a little strange, but it was necessary, let me assure you."
"What's this all about? What do they want me to do?"
"Well, first, let's cover a little background. CAMP is about ten
years old now. We have a total of around 3,000 members, scattered throughout
the United States. So you know, and, by the way you're not allowed to tell
anyone this, you are just outside of a small town in southeastern New Mexico
called Hobbs. CAMP's sole purpose since inception has been to build a
membership base. However, there has always been an underlying goal. That goal
is about to become CAMP's driving force."
"Am I allowed to know what that goal is?"
"Allowed to know? Ron, you're going to help us achieve it! CAMP's
influence in the world has been severely limited by the fact that nobody knows
we exist. We haven't even revealed ourselves in any major way to the government
yet. Unfortunately, with only 3,000 members, we can�t affect enough people in
society to effect any real change. That is where you come in."
"What can I do?"
"Well, let's just say that you have some unique skills and
interests, that make you the perfect person for the job."
"What is the job?"
"We want to influence the mind of every person in America."
"Geez, James! That's over 250 million people! I can't influence
all of them!"
"We don't expect you to do it personally. All of this will be
explained later."
"Okay, but what do you want them all to do?"
"Small changes, really. We need to set up an atmosphere where
changing things in the government won't be noticed, or that will actually be
accepted and welcomed. The changes we want to make, you don't need to know yet.
Right now, you'll simply be acting as a field agent for CAMP, until you
graduate. Then, you'll come back here, and we'll explain the whole plan in
greater detail. At that point, you can decide if you want to continue with us
or not."
"So, how much do I get paid, anyway? And what will I have to do as
a 'field agent'?"
"Field agents handle problems in their local area. We will point
you out to any CAMP members in your immediate area, and tell them to come to you
if they have a problem. As for salary, well, starting salary for a field agent
is about $750,000 a year." Ron nearly fainted at that number. "Don't worry,
CAMP can afford it. You'd be surprised just how many companies are giving us
lots of money to continue our 'research'." James raised his eyebrows, and Ron
understood.
"That's a hell of a lot of money. Just how busy am I going to be as
a field agent?"
"No way to tell. You might never be called upon. Then again, we've
had field agents that got called on once a month. Usually, it only takes a few
hours to straighten out problems. Remember when you called about Jessica?"
"Yes."
"You were calling a regional field agent. We don't have a local
agent in your area, and so we had to send you to the regional agent. He is
pretty overworked, and he needs some relief. There are about 10 members in your
area of responsibility, and approximately 50 latent Talents. Latents are people
who have The Ability, but don't know it yet. Like you were, six months ago."
Geez, it has been less than six months since I learned I had this
thing. Now, I'm going to work for an organization that deals solely with people
that have it.

Ron and James talked for the rest of the day. When he returned to
his room, he found his two followers on either side of the room, scowling at
each other. Both women started toward him, then noticed the other doing the
same, and started to glare at each other.
"What is going on here?!" Ron's voice was stern, commanding. Both
girls cowered, neither answered him. Knowing her responses better, he turned to
Jessica. "Jessica? What is the problem?"
"She says she's your slave! I want to be your slave! How can we
both be?"
I don't have the energy to deal with this! Ugh. Am I going to run
across this problem often? A little voice in his head responded, Yeah,
probably.
"Okay, both of you, come stand in front of me, Jessica stand here,
Megan stand here." He directed them to an exact spot, so as to avoid further
fighting. He could tell that the argument had almost come to blows, but that
they had both backed off, fearing it would upset him to find either of them
hurt. He started with Jessica, and started to implant commands. He wasn't
using DMP (Direct Mental Programming), just rearranging a few thoughts with
Mental Conditioning. He hadn't decided which, if either, of them was going to
be his head slave, so he left the issue undecided for now. He turned to Megan,
who was almost quaking before him. She's scared shitless. I wonder why. A
little probing answered that. He was displeased. Her greatest drive in life
now was to please him. She had failed, and she was afraid of his response. Ron
went in and did some finetuning of her programming, reinforcing her feeling of
him as protector and friend, and easing off on her fear of failing to please
him, while leaving the need to do so alone.
That completed, Ron felt things would settle down a little. He had
removed the ability for either of them to be jealous of anyone he was interested
in. He instilled an absolute need to cooperate with each other to serve the
master. Ron made sure that neither of them had the capability to betray him.
He felt sure he had solved this crisis, though he wondered what the next crisis
would be.
Ron was just about to suggest they all go to bed when there was a
knock at the door. Ron was closest, so he answered it. It was Pete.
"Ron, James says that you should take tomorrow off. You and he will
be returning to your home the day after. He says it's time."
"Okay. Thanks, Pete. For everything." They shook hands, and Pete
left.
Ron turned and went back into the room, closing the door and
slumping against it. Time? Am I ready? What if I screw up? I can't let that
bitch hurt my family! I need to rest. I need sleep. Ron was exhausted, both
mentally and physically, but he didn't think he could get to sleep, his mind was
so rattled. He thought of something that just might help.
Ron walked to the bed and undressed down to his undies. Then he lay
on the bed. "Slaves! come here!" Both ladies rushed to his side. "I am very
tired. I need to get some sleep, but I'm very stressed out. I want you both to
give me a rubdown. Make it soothing, not sexy. Do a good job, and we'll have
fun tomorrow."
The girls looked at each other, and, without a word, went to work on
him. With one on each side, they began rubbing him. Jessica started on his
shoulders, while Megan started on his feet. Before they had made it anywhere
near meeting in the middle, Ron was fast asleep.
Trouble can wait. Right now, I've got to rest...

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It�s Probably In The Genes...�Part 2
By Hector�s Pup
05/24/98

Prolog

In Part One, I was recounting isolated circumstances which went to
explaining the unusual relationship I had with Amanda. Amanda and her
mother, Monika, were very close. Amanda, being the last to leave the
house and a little further removed from her brother and sisters agewise
than they were from each other, may be a contributing factor. At the
end of part one, I was recounting a period of time in which Monika helped
me understand her husband Carl and their relationship. The rest of
Amanda�s family may be of interest to you as well . . .

Following a memorable night in which Monika shared some intimate
details of games she played with her husband (see part one), I was
anxious to find just the right moment to catch Monika in the mood to
reveal to me an example of the reversed role in a game they played. I
tried unsuccessfully several times to stimulate the mood by initiating
discussions about Carl. I was defeating my purpose, however, because
the more opportunities I gave her to talk about him, the less she
needed to, so I eventually stopped trying until . . .

Amanda sent me over to Monika�s house to check the dryer which was
turning but not generating any heat. While in the basement working at
pulling the heating element to inspect it, I looked up at a small
freestanding closet I had not noticed before. There was a latch to
padlock it, but there was no padlock. Curiosity had got me into
trouble more than once in my life, and this was no exception. I got
up and looked inside.

There were several white nurse outfits, with collars, flat broad
shoulders, and which buttoned all the way up the front. On the floor
were several pairs of black highhealed shoes with three inch heels
and a black doctor�s bag. To the right, hung a pair of gray pajamas
that looked unkempt compared to the presseduniforms. I closed the closet
and left with the heating element to the parts store.

When I came back, Monika was at her kitchen table looking at
the addresses on her mail. "How long before these places learn that
Carl doesn�t live here any more?" she said rhetorically, as she palmed
the mail down with a sigh.

A light went off in my head as I took the element down to the basement
and replaced it. When I got back upstairs Monika was outside in back
tending to the plants around her patio. I snuck back down and brought
up the ladder, box, a uniform, pair of shoes, the pj�s and the
doctor�s bag. I was going to go for it. I quickly threaded the rope,
put on the pj�s, laid the uniform and shoes across the couch next to
the doctor�s bag, put the cuffs on myself, and waited for Monika to
come inside. It must have been at least fortyfive minutes and my
patience was tested to the max. Several times I had to fight off the
waves of panic coming over me for this harebrained scheme to keep
myself from dismantling it all and putting it safely away.

Monika entered the room, from the dinning room and was on her way to
the front hall as she took off her sun hat, set her gloves in it, and
tussled her hair back into place. Then the white uniform shoes and bag
caught her eye. It stopped her frozen for a second. It must have
been that moment when you realize you have entered the "Twilight Zone"
for her to see it, then me in makeshift prison garb waiting to be
strung up. She showed an instant of longing, then forced back a tear
with a sniffle, composed herself, and said, "You know, it is just
about right except for this rag that used to make for a perfect
blindfold. We can�t have our prisoners anticipating our procedures.
It would influence the testing results."

In a matter of seconds, my hands were drawn up over my head, and
Monika�s hand traveled in a caress from the side of my face, down my
neck, unbuttoning the front of my top, coming to rest with an upward
cupping of my balls. She patted them lovingly and said, "Don�t go
anywhere. I�ll go see if the Dr. is in."

With that, I heard her talking on the phone, something about, "yes, for
real. Trust me, come right over."

This time it must have been half an hour before I heard the front door
open, some excited hushed conversation and them leaving to another
room. With in five more minutes, or so, Monika announced, "Dr. Rutger
can see you now. Oh, but wait, you can�t see the Dr. I�ll fix that,
here."

When she removed the blindfold, there was Monika and her older sister,
Ingrid, in white uniforms. Monika filled out the nurse�s uniform I
laid out for her so that the buttons looked tense. The skirt of it
went to midthigh, and the highheels made her legs look even sexier
than normal, if that was even possible. Ingrid was a beauty in her
own right, but her hair was darker and she looked as if she led a more
serious, or even sadder, life than Monika. The women in that family
were all blessed with exceptional bodies, but I don�t think Ingrid was
as physically active as Amanda and Monika. Ingrid wore a white lab
coat over her uniform, wore reading glasses and had a clipboard with a
pencil.

"Could it be," I thought, "that Monika shared these games with her
sister after her sister�s husband died in Laos in the early seventies?"

"Okay nurse Holden," Ingrid said starting to take control of the
situation, "I think it is time to test for some vital responses, don�t
you? Please remove those pants. Prisoner please spread your legs.
Yes, that�s it. No, nurse, I think it is better if his legs are held
apart, don�t you? Yes, that will do fine. Nurse, have you checked
for the nipple responses yet?"

"No, Dr., I have been waiting for you."

"Please proceed."

Monika approached my side, with her left hand resting in the small of
my back, she sawed her index finger ever so lightly along the
underside of one nipple, then the other, causing them to stiffen. She
went into the bag and retrieved two nipple clamps which she screwed on
to each nipple, causing me to breath in short breaths. The nipple
stimulation and the immersion into Monika�s game sent my penis to full
salute. When Monika noticed this she lightly grazed the underside of
my cock head forward and back with the side of her index finger,
saying, "Looks like we have the proper response Dr."

"Good. Now please check for the Thermorelaxation response."

With that, Monica left the room briefly while Ingrid advanced toward
me, looking me up and down, flicked the clamps, one after the other,
and hefted my cock in her open hand to feel its weight. She stopped
and backed out of the way when Monika returned with a tumbler almost
full of very warm water. She brought it up around my scrotum, dunking
my balls into the almost too hot water. This relaxed my balls to the
point that they hung down in a loose sack as low as I could ever
remember them hanging.

"Dr. will you help me with this test?" Ingrid stood on the opposite side
of me from Monika and they met the back of their hands at the middle of my
scrotum, lifted up and each wrapped a hand around a ball. I can�t imagine
how anyone could feel more vulnerable than I felt at that particular moment.
With a gentle pull apart to see how much leeway there was, they let each
ball go back to the bottom of the sack in unison.

"I�ll take this opportunity to place an ID band around the sack for future
reference." Monika took a three quarter inch wide leather strap with a
Velcro closure and wrapped it snugly around my scrotum below my cock,
trapping my balls at the bottom. "I think this prisoner will do Dr.,
don�t you?"

"Yes, nurse, a fine specimen, but we still need to perform the Cumming
Interruptus test before we can be sure. Please ready the prisoner."

That was Monika�s cue to start unbuttoning the top few buttons on her
uniform. The tops of her magnificent 3738D breasts were on full
display in a halfcup push up bra. She crouched down and pushed her
breasts forward so my cock slid into her cleavage. She moved forward
and back giving the underside of my cock a pocket of friction sending
me into a dream state of bliss. Next she unbuttoned her uniform a few
more buttons so she could pull the dress aside and rub a nipple along
the length of the shaft.

"Maybe you would like to assist me with this Dr." Monika said, as she held
her hand around my cock in a holding pattern while Ingrid removed her
glasses, clipboard, and lab coat. As she approached me, she took her hands
and raised the hem of her skirt and raised her highheeled foot up to the
underside of my extended balls, and lightly tapped them to get them to
bounce off of the toe and her instep. Even in her early fifties, this
lady had fine legs, with smooth skin and musculature. Although there was
some discomfort from her sexy foot, I was willing to put up with outright
pain to experience this provocative lady for the first time like this.

Monika was taking her thumb and fingers of her right hand and dragging
them off the head and tip of my cock coaxing a precum signal to
appear. Ingrid knelt down and put my balls into her mouth and swirled
her tongue around them feeling me ready for my relief. "Now, nurse!"
she said suddenly, and Monika clamped her thumb and middle finger down
firmly on the top and bottom of the base of my cock preventing the
release I was craving so badly. I opened my eyes in shock and horror
at the rude roadblock in my road to orgasm, bending forward as much as
my bonds would allow, panting heavily.

Just then the front door opened. "Helloooo. Motherrrr. . Oh My Goddd!.
. .Mother!. . . Aunt Ingrid!. . . What are. . . What is happening? . .
You can�t mean. . . With Dad, that is one thing, but your own
soninlaw? Oh Pleasssse �"

It was Kara. I couldn�t do anything about my modesty and I just hung there
with sweat running down my body, flushed pressure pounding in my head, and
adrenaline pumping in my body form the intense humiliation, embarrent,
and need forrelief.

"Oh darling. Your wonderful brotherinlaw here was being kind to a
lonely widow and nothing more. You know how happy this used to make
your father. Why don�t you grab your uniform and join in the fun?"

"Hunh?" I thought. That was an insight I was not prepared for at that
particular moment.

Kara walked up to me. She was the eldest of the children and looked more
like her father than her mother. She had short, curly brunette hair in a
style she could just wash and wear. She had her family�s clear soft rosy
complexion and blue eyes like the rest. But, I never much noticed her
potential for sexuality, being my sisterinlaw, always wearing jeans,
shirts, sweaters, and other more frumpy or masculine outfits. She was
usually just politely friendly to me, and nothing more.

Now she was walking up to me, looking me up and down, in almost a
slinky way until she was right up in my face, her left arm around my
side, up my back and hand back over my shoulder, and her right hand
firmly around my cock and balls. "What do YOU say? Do YOU want me to
play?" She said now staring at my mouth.

Pursing my lips in a slight grimace, holding my breath, I nodded
"yes." Then she let me go, turned, and dragged the upturned palm of
her hand along the bottom of my balls as she walked away, presumably
toward the basement. Out came my held breath in an all out exhale,
while I shook my head to shake off my bewilderment.

"Dr., I think it is time to take a break while I make a phone call."
Monika said as she left to call from the hall. "Oh, hello Amanda
darling. Your wonderful man is tied up for a while longer over here.
You don�t need him back for awhile do you?. . . No, sure come right
over. . . OK then, see you then."

Monika came back. "Had I heard her right? Had she just invited
Amanda over to see this? How would Amanda react to this? What would
she do to me for this?" were the thoughts that raced through mind as
my hands began to be lowered from the beam. I had been experiencing
so much distracting pleasure and confusion that I had forgotten how
numb my arms were. I instinctively bent forward hanging them down in
front to let the blood back in. While in this position, Monika
unfastened the strap as I held a paralyzed pose until she finished in
that delicate area. This position also let the blood try to fight its
way back in to my nipples, which were still clamped down. Monika let
down the rope enough to arrange for me to step over the part which
linked the cuffs and stand up again with my hands behind my back. Off
came the clamps and she briefly rubbed my nipples in the palm of her
hand to get the blood flowing again. The pain shot back, as much as
the first moment the clamps went on, and I was relatively stiff again.

When Kara appeared in tight white uniform and highheels, I looked at
her as I had never looked at her before. Neither the ugly bridesmaid
dress at our wedding nor her other nondescript outfits at dressup
occasions caught my attention as she was doing at this very minute.
I�d never be able to look at her the same way again. "So what are we
waiting for?" She said.

"Oh, Amanda decided to come over and she�ll probably want to join us,
dear." Said Monika.

"Figures." Said Kara in mild disgust.

Continued in "Living With Amanda Part 5"


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The tall, voluptuous woman with long, black hair, coiled her whip into a
tight round of dry leather, resting it in her lap. Her pointed chin worked
back and forth, grinding pearly teeth as their owner glared from her black
leather recliner.

Two men, both easily mistaken for Olympic swimmers, wearing only black
leather dog collars, knelt at her feet, lovingly massaging the toes she had
d by walking in her black patents with four inch stiletto heel. She
addressed her longtime friend and partner in pain, as he received a similar
foot treatment from two nude women.

"Max, you haven't spoken for ten minutes! Don't tell me she got to you
that much!"

Max rested his arm carefully on his vinyl sofa, careful not to rip the
upholstery with the sharp steel points protruding from his dangerous
leather arm bands. He had been caught deep in thought, and wasn't ashamed
to admit it with a smile.

"I've never seen anything like her, Raven, have you?"

"Dozens", Raven lied. She pointed her right foot so the larger man, the
dark skinned bald one, could begin her ritual tongue bath. Max still had
to train the two body slaves attending him, telling them what to do, and
when. The shorter, Asian girl on his left had said "sorry" so many times
that day; he had ordered it to be her name, when she wasn't answering to
Slave. Very few slaves were allowed proper names. Only three had one at
that time. "Sorry", attended Lord Max's personal needs, and was allowed to
tell other slaves what to do, in his service. As such she got to sleep on
a mat, instead of the floor. She usually only serviced Max, and sometimes
Raven, if Max desired. Raven had a personal slave as well that had pleased
her enough to be granted a proper name. The slave was shorter than the
bald black slave bathing her right side, of Latin descent, built like a
wedge, and had a great smile. Raven had allowed him to pick his name, an
amazing thing considering her penchant for cruelty and pain. He could not
remember ever having a name, so he chose the name on a cologne bottle he
had found in his pocket, back when his memories started, four days ago.
Raven smiled down at her favorite, beginning the tongue bath of her left
side.

"Very nice, Sebastian." Max smacked the face of the taller, clumsy
female on his right, to get her attention. Raven giggled at her shriek.

"I said, little nibbles! Like a bunny, like a rabbit you useless flesh
bag, not like a cud chewing cow!"

"Sorry,, I", she began an apology but the back of Max's hand, and two
chrome spikes, popped her jaw so hard she found herself on the tiled floor
before she knew.

"You were addressing my body slave? Or were you feeling free to let
words fall out of your head whenever your mouth opens? Keep your head
lower than my ass in this couch, and get out of my sight!" Raven loved when
her friend was enraged, he amused her like few could, almost as if they had
known each other in another life. For some reason the idea of having been
someone else, something else, occasionally popped up, usually when she took
her tongue baths, removing her latex lingerie and lying in her recliner.
She blinked it away at hearing Max's frustrated voice.

"See? That's why she was worthy of giving to Grand Master Teecha! Her
little baby girl, "teach me more" crap, and how nothing pissed her off.
How I can talk about anything for hours and she makes everything I say
sound like a good idea and not sound like she's just shining me on, and did
you see how fast she learned? Hell, once that brown-eyed slave taught her
to "sixty-nine", she did it so well she got off her instructor. They only
showed her sexy dance moves for what, ten minutes? She was like she had
twenty years of dance classes!" Max got that far away look again, and
Raven's jaw made a popping noise.

The bald slave with rippling shoulders was carefully undoing Raven's
shiny black, plastic corset, when she gripped his throat hard enough for
her four sharpened fingernails to puncture his neck a half inch. He
groaned. She smiled.

"Not now slave. Finish later. Wash my body slave to practice." The
bald man looked down, sliding away from Raven. The dark-haired Latin man
beside her stroked her knee once as he also slid away from his Mistress.

"Yes Mistress, thank you." The two males slid over to the large
gathering of slaves' bodies, in the center of the room. Some slept, others
caressed each other, and others hummed or giggled, or cried. The sky
through the open windows had a slightly lighter shade. Morning was only a
few hours away.

From the far side of the room, a man stood, clearly seven feet tall. He
was massively built, and wore a girdle of sharp spikes, similar to Max's
armbands, but was otherwise naked. His large semi-erection was red,
pulsing from recent use. He combed his sweaty, long blonde hair back with
his clubby fingers. His eyes met Raven's and Max's, and he turned to
approach them as they made head nods toward their obvious leader.

Master Teecha snapped his fingers on his right hand. The new blonde
slave appeared on her hands and knees, her head caressing Teecha's thigh.
As the Master of the slavers began to walk toward his two best assistants,
the curvy blonde attended his leg, moving in feline fashion while deftly
avoiding bodies, broken furniture, the fire pit and occasional bones from
previous meals, scattered about on the hard tiles. She seemed oblivious of
her knees, or else walking on all fours simply did not affect the sensuous,
smiling cat-woman.

"Hail, Master Teecha", Max stated, ignoring the two slaves now bathing
his belly and privates. Raven rolled her shoulders back, stretching the
latex around her tummy, lifting her chest even farther out than before.
Her areolas wrinkled a bit, a slight twinge of excitement as the Slave Lord
approached, stopping in between Max's sofa and Raven's chair, his back to
the open windows. Raven unconsciously licked her lips.

"Good evening Master Teecha."

Teecha's right hand petted and stroked the ear and head of the slave-pet
beside him, as she sat her butt to the floor.

"This one pleases me. Well done Max. I need a new body slave, since we
ate my last one last night as punishment for her escape attempt. This one
will serve as my head slave."

Raven's jaw slid forward, stretching the tanned, smooth skin of her face
into a seemingly painful position. Her heart began to beat in shallow
rapid thumps.

Teecha placed his fingertips under the chin of the new body slave, and
taking the subtle cue as any experienced dancer may, up stood the slave,
her greenish-blue eyes never leaving the gaze of the uncontestable leader
of the dozen slave lords, and their multitude of property. She stood
casually but straight, calm but attentive, her wide, glossy eyes open, her
body devoid of tension, hesitancy or regret. Max addressed the slave he
had hoped would have been his own, but he knew better than to cross Master
Teecha.

"Well, baby girl, do you understand the great honor you are being
given?" The slave girl glanced first to her loving Master for approval to
speak, and with his nod she replied, "Yes, sweet, Master Max. This servant
is so thankful for all you have taught her. Her great blessings are
clearly due to her association with greatness. Isn't that how it always
has been in history?" She batted her eyes, cocking her hip to the side,
tilting her head.

"Enough! This makes me sick!" Raven exploded in an emotional fit. Her
tall, fit body lunged from her recliner, fingers entwining in the hair of
Master Teecha's new body slave. With a twist of her left wrist, she
flooded the dancer-slave's body with pain, her face twisting with
scalp-born white pain. She shrieked in shock, and dropped hard to the
tiled floor in a crumpled heap of nakedness. Max's eyes widened
simultaneously with the resounding smack of Teecha's meaty hand against
Raven's left ear and cheek. The huge muscular man had felled Raven with an
afterthought.

"Slave, help Mistress Raven stand." With flowing, quick reflexes, the
dance teacher turned slave student, now slave foreman, slid to the side of
Raven. Raven kicked her left foot out, her shiny latex boot heel solidly
imprinting its stiletto point in the helpful slave's forehead. Her hands
grabbed her face, but once she saw no blood was pouring from the painful
mark, she remembered what she had been taught.

`Pain is your Master's gift. You were born with pain, live in pain, and
die in pain. Hate pain and hate life. Love life, love others, love
yourself. Love pain.' A quick flash of memory exploded in the prostrate
slave. A scene of herself, as a child, in the arms of Momma. A scene of
herself on a large stage, thousands of people watching in darkness as she
struggled to remember her lines- everything depending on what she would do
and say. She remembered her Momma's words. "Do whatever they tell you
like a good girl, and I will see you soon." She turned her head quickly to
check the slightest wish in the face of her new owner, her lover, her lord,
her Master.

Teecha had extended his hand, to help his new body servant to stand.
Seeing her new Master stooping to help her, she was confused, and yet
overcome with affection. Two of her hands could fit in his, as she grasped
his thick dense hand. He lifted her body upward with the ease of lifting a
child to their feet. She dangled for a second, feet off the ground, and
the helpless display of her body for everyone's pleasure sent a hot-acid
rush of sexual arousal through her bloodstream.

She wiggled, twitching in mid-air just enough to elicit a smile from
Master Teecha, who reveled in that "fish on a hook" look. Remembering back
as far as she could, she realized she had always become nervous when on
public display, but had always been uncontrollably aroused by it. Her
Master must have known that too, and so was purposely giving his favorite
servant a moment of personal pleasure. His new favorite servant smiled,
blushing as she became sexually excited. She knew her body was not her
own, and never had been. She knew her life's goal was to serve and please,
and so ignoring or hiding her excitement, not making use of it, would be
almost a sin. She couldn't help looking down though, past her taut
nipples, at her dangling feet, and smiling. Teecha let her go, and her
feet and knees landed autonomically in a plie'. She bowed, putting just a
hint of lusty arousal in the casual smile she gave her new Master.

Raven stood clutching her ear, now deaf in it from the tremendous clap
she received. She nearly trembled in rage, but hid it as much as possible.
Teecha spoke.

"We must trade another slave to the witches of the Basement World. They
will get a sacrifice to their Goddess, and we will get more canned peaches
and green beans. Who will we give them?"

Max spoke up quickly, to cut off Raven's obvious answer.

"This useless thing, which desires to bite and can't learn as simple a
task as humming during fellatio. She also talks constantly." Teecha
frowned. His body servant knelt beside him on the ground. She watched as
he addressed the thin, tall slave which had once shared with her the many
subtle uses for finger nails.

"Very good then. Slave, your sacrifice will nourish our bodies and give
happiness to your masters. Stand and obey Mistress Raven." Teecha then
glanced to Raven, with the look a parent gives a disobedient child.

"Raven take this one, and a couple male slaves for protection, and make
another food trade with the witches."

"Of course Teecha. This time I will procure even more than last time."
Raven smiled smugly, hoping to improve her standing with the grand master
slave lord. He seemed unaffected.

"And take my body servant with you. Teach her what you do." Teecha had
barely leaned toward his slave before she had stood, pressing her small
warm body against his large tree trunk of a leg, sliding her body against
him as she rose. He caressed her back, his hand almost as large as her
entire butt. She knew to react instinctively, that to do what was desired
before it was spoken, was to please masters. Having recently felt the warm
strength of his sexual touch, tasted his musky flesh and heard his moans of
pleasure, Having seen how spent and content he became after binding her,
manipulating her body and her senses, permitting her to take into her his
very seed of life, she knew she was destined to become his concubine,
childbearer, or even a Mistress like Raven. She shivered a hot, pleasant
shiver at the thought, as well as from her Master's index finger, as it
probed between her tensed butt cheeks. A giggle escaped her. She was at
ease with his explorations now after their acrobatic lovemaking session
minutes previous. She mused, `And, after all, he does own this one's body,
right?'

"Slave to my whim, flesh for my use, tell me, have you ever had a proper
name, or have you one that pleases you?" Teecha looked stern, and his body
servant tried not to act too happy, but every slave knew how special it was
to be given a proper name. She remembered back, hours, days, months,
years. She reached for long ago, when, as a baby, her momma had cradled her
and her aunt Debby had sung her to sleep. She knew she was a big girl now,
raised by slaves, a child of slaves, to be a slave. She looked and
listened to the voice inside her, and after an eternity, faint scrolling
words rolled across the inside of her head, just behind her eyes. The
bubbly, obedient body servant spoke them as she read them.

"Find Buzz,,, Angie,,, go play and have fun,,, do what I'm told,,, suck
and obey,,, forget and relax,,, be a good girl,,, be,, I'm,,," She looked
up with a startled expression, smiling at her imperial lover.

"Crystal! Master this one's mother called her Crystal, when she was a
baby." She quickly remembered her place, looking down, relaxing against his
hip, her right hand subconsciously stroking her Master's hanging package.

"Raven, take my body servant Crystal and teach her. Crystal," Teecha
whispered playfully to the young woman which doted absently on his sex
parts. She looked up, suddenly aware of what she was doing with her hand.
She stopped, straightening up, throwing her shoulders back.

"Yes my Master?"

"Learn well. You won't need to be shackled like that sacrifice, will
you?" Teecha expected pleading, it was usual. Crystal's light-hearted
laughter was not expected.

"My! No Master, why would this one leave, having the best Master one
could ask for, to trade for less? Crystal may have no schooling, but she
has learned from you many wise things hasn't she?"

Teecha blushed. Master Max had chained the tall slave's feet together,
and with a kick to her lower back from Raven, the sacrifice headed out the
door, with Raven, her two body servants, and Crystal. Aware that she was
being watched as she walked through the door, she paused in the doorway to
wiggle her butt like a bunny, giggling as she did. Teecha smiled, then saw
the cold homicidal stare that Raven gave his slave, and his smile faded to
concern.

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