Campaign 6r

Chapter 13

The next couple of weeks were uneventful, with Consuela settling in to her classes, me working in lab with Di's assistance.

We sold Con's car to the junk yard for scrap.

We took a trip to the ocean.

Con's class schedule had her off on a Friday. We decided to make a weekend trip to the Pacific Ocean which neither of the girls had ever seen. The weather forecast was sunny and temperatures warm.

Driftwood Beach State Recreation Site is a 36.7-acre Oregon State Park. Located 3 miles north of Waldport off of US 101, along the Central Oregon Coast of the Pacific Ocean, it was a 2 hour drive from Eugene.

The park offers year-round, fee-free beach access, picnicking, and fishing in a setting of shore pines and sand. It had spectacular views with rolling hills of sand and an expansive view of the ocean, with picnic tables, viewpoints with benches, a large parking area and restroom facilities.

There are parking spaces from which winter-storm surf can be seen without leaving the car. A path leads from the bluff to a wide beach with driftwood along the high-tide line.

From the parking lot, we followed the very short path to the flat beach watching the wildlife, shore birds and harbor seals. We sat on the beach, enjoying the fresh sea air. After wading in the ocean, we explore the flat beach for driftwood, shells, and fossils.

Both of the girls were amazed at the grandeur, beauty and power of the ocean. Before we left Di took a short swim in the cold seawater. The beach was deserted so she stripped, handing me her clothes, and waded in trying to get me and Con to join her. We declined.

I had come prepared, remembering Di's predilection for water and swimming, with a blanket. When she came out of the surf shivering, I wrapped her in the blanket, briskly rubbing, drying her off and giving her back her clothes.

Once dressed she exclaimed, "That was exhilarating! Y'all should have come in."

Con responded with equal emotion, "Ice water baths are not my idea of a good time!"

Waldport is located on the Alsea River, where empties into the Alsea Bay. We got two adjourning rooms at the Alsea Resort, each with a magnificent views of Alsea Bay and the Pacific Ocean.

After watching the glorious sunset from our balcony we went to the resort's in house restaurant for dinner.

Returning to our rooms we got ready for bed. Con asked for the connecting room's door be left unlocked and partially open.

Knowing the reason I agreed. Di and I performed our usual nightly erotic exercise with ardor and an audience.

Later after all three of us recovered from our production we went to sleep.

After breakfast we drove up coastal 101, enjoying the breathtaking scenery. Four hours later we were in Astoria and two hours after that we were checking into the McCutchen.

As repeat VIP customers we were red carpeted.

Dinner was at a high end Indian restaurant, Saffron. We shared communal Tandoori Chicken, Rogan Josh, Samosas, Aloo Gobi, Matar Paneer and Naan. For dessert we had Laddu.

After eating we went to the dance club where we first saw Con. Di had just as much fun this time as the last and Con much, much more. I enjoyed their joy and laughter. The live band was good. The girls danced with me and each other.

It was late when we made it back to the hotel. It had been a long day. With the excitement and exercise Di and Con crashed. No play time this night.

Late the next morning, after a scrumptious room service breakfast, we checked out. Breakfast was eaten while wearing nothing but the plush hotel robes. It felt decadent.

By one o'clock we were home, on the couch, beer in hand, munching on popcorn, watching the Seattle Seahawks get pushed around by the San Francisco 49ers.

Con was in her room working on tomorrow's class. I had my feet up on the coffee table with Di's head in my lap, both us watching the game. The game situation did not improve with the final score, 49ers 24, Seahawks 6.

When the game was over Di went to our bedroom as I entered the office.

I had not been on the internet since Thursday and I checked my email. I had one from Libby, sent from a public library the past Friday. She was at the Shady Grove, a local Eugene mom and pop motel, room 7.

She apologized for being a week early and giving her room phone number asked I call.

Wondering about the change of plans I called.

"Hello," A sorrowful feminine voice I recognized, answered.

"Libby."

"Oh Hay. I am so glad to hear from you!"

"Sorry that I did not call sooner. I've been out of town since Friday and just checked my email."

"I feared you had changed your mind," She responded plaintively.

"What is the matter Libby?"

She implored, "Can we meet? I will explain then."

Clearly there was more going on than just a casual meeting of college friends. The mystery with the tenure of her voice put me on guard and I wanted to control the situation. I tried to connect with her over the phone but with the distance, unknown locale and the lack of any recent personal involvement, it was tenuous at best.

All I was getting, trying to read her mind, was a sense of severe emotional turmoil.

I did not want to get back out and decided to have her come to me.

Confident I could handle any issues which arose I could do it with less fanfare and complications at home, rather than a public place.

"Do you have a car?"

"Yes...?"

"I want you to come to my home. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

"Good," I said, giving her directions.

"I'll be there within an hour."

"When you arrive at the entrance to my drive, you will see a closed iron gate. Use the intercom and I will open it so you can continue on to the house. Ok?"

"Ok."

I tried with limited success to project calming thoughts and said, "By know. See you soon."

I sent strong suggestions for the girls to come to the office. When both were seated, looking at me expectantly I gave commands.

*IQ ASLEEP.*

*DANCE ASLEEP.*

I told them that we were about to receive a visitor, a woman whose name was Libby Walleyer, a college classmate of mine. They were to stay in their rooms, not making their presence known until I called for them. They would be aware of the Libby's presence but would consider the visit normal. If and when I did have them make an appearance they would accept and believe anything I said concerning Libby without question.

I had them return to their original positions from which I had called them with instructions that they would not remember going to the office or be aware of the lapse of time but would implicitly obey the commands I had given them.

*IQ AWAKE.*

*DANCE AWAKE.*

I stayed in the office surfing the internet. In a little over 45 minutes the gate intercom buzzed. I switched the laptop to monitor the front gate cameras. Displayed was a late model white Toyota Corolla. Libby was in the driver's seat facing the camera. There were no other vehicles and she was alone.

I touched the gate controls and as the gate started to retract, told her, "Libby drive on up to the house."

I continued to watch as she pulled through and gate return to its closed position. No one or nothing else entered. I was headed for the front door when the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to Libby standing on front porch. She was wearing an emerald green silk pants and white silk blouse and black flats. Even with the flats she was within a couple of inches of my height.

She had changed. Always cute, she now was ravishing. Her beanpole body had blossomed, becoming voluptuous. Her curly, long, scarlet tresses reached below her shoulders, bracketing a heart shaped, slightly freckled face with bright emerald eyes matching her pants.

Besides beautiful, she looked vulnerable, apprehensive, nervous and fearful.

Also to my surprise I felt a familiar trill, a faint peculiar hum, a soft vibration, Brahm's Lullaby. Similar to that which I had experienced with Consuela but more muted.

It was a tell. She possessed paranormal abilities, very weak but present nevertheless.

"Libby welcome. Come in," I said, stepping to the side, motioning.

She smiled hesitantly, saying meekly, walking inside, "Thank you Hay."

I entered her mind, finding a jumbled mess. She felt my entry but did not recognize it for what it was. As far back as she could remember she would get a vague feeling of what another person was thinking or would do. She thought it was just intuition as she had always been smart. Her IQ of score 139 was just under that required for Mensa membership but placed in the top 10% of the population.

Her life and emotions were in shambles. She had quit her job because of an illicit affair with her married supervisor. Shy, introverted, insecure with low self-esteem and totally submissive, she was in a very abusive relationship with a cruel, mean man.

Her life had been circling the drain, fixing to head down the sewer pipe when she had seen my internet inquiry. It was a life preserver.

She had fallen obsessively in love with me in college, but Tracy in the picture had prevented any development. When Tracy left she was not assertive enough to act positively on it. When I graduated and left, she thought that I was gone from her life forever. During college her love, ambition, hopes, dreams and aspirations had acted as protection, keeping her from joining in any other relationship. Since, her love for me stayed burning brightly, never fading, only submerged.

Knowing her submissive nature, she knew the man with whom she was involved would eventually exert total control of her. She also knew he planned on selling her as a sex slave, but was not able to change. Although abhorrent she slowly was accepting this fact as what life held for her.

Seeing my internet request on line, her torch emerged and reaching deep for what little of herself left, she responded. My communique gave her hope, inspiration and determination.

Knowing what she was, and if slavery was what her future held, she wanted it to be someone she liked, loved and trusted. From her first time meeting me she had felt an intuitive connection.

She decided to make a clean break from the train wreck of her life and offer herself to me as my slave, to do as I will.

She did not have a plan if I refused her offer but knew without a doubt her life would be over. She could not, would not, face the degenerate travesty of what she would become at the hands of another.

There would be only one desperate, horrible option.

An orphan, whose heroin addict, prostitute mother died when she was twelve years old, she had no family, bouncing from foster home to foster home. With her intelligence, personality and social background she had few friends and none close. She was alone, lonely and afraid.

Her intelligence provided a full scholarship to Stanford and good job upon graduation as a genetic researcher for a huge national pharmaceutical. Her submissive predisposition and involvement with the wrong man turned her dream into a nightmare. Her time with the monster who had dominated her was tragic and getting progressively worse. She could see the repugnant end but was powerless to resist.

There were only two options available to her. One to remain and endure the degradation, the other was to use the spark of resistance created by me to escape.

The second option had two possible outcomes. One that I would accept her and the other I would reject her. If rejection was my answer then she was prepared to her end her life.

Either way she'd be free from this monster and any future ones.

Alarmed at the dark thoughts of her objective failure, I took control of her mind, hypnotizing and installing commands, making me her master.

This was draconian action, but necessary for the despotic situation.

I would in the future repair her psychic and restore her dignity, but for now I would give her what she so desperately wanted and needed...mastery.

This had an immediate calming effect on her. No longer did she need to be concerned with the future, I would take care of everything. She was now family, my family, along with DI and Con. She belonged to me. I deepened her feeling of love, happiness, joy and protection.

I isolated and blocked the repugnant, disturbing memories of her ex-dom, only allowing access by me. I did not immediately erase them because of conflicting issues it would create.

I found previous commands indicating that Libby's abuser had taken hypnotic control of her.

I needed to investigate him as Libby had the impression there were others similar to her. If so they needed to be saved and retribution over the terrible things done to Libby and them was in order.

I wanted all the pertinent information available.

Libby would only be able to recall her work experience at the pharmaceutical company, not her horrible real personal experience during that time.

I implanted some made up mundane memories of that era of her life.

Several things were apparent from my discoveries. One, although the power of her boss's mental ability was uncertain, he had not established himself as her master or protected her from a hostile or peaceful takeover.

I easily removed his commands, replacing them with my own and put an impregnable shield around her mind to protect her from future depredations of this order.

This also would cloak her paranormal abilities from detection. I had a strong mental connection with Libby which no one else would be aware of.

Libby's ex-dom's lack of her mastery, therefore no connection, would not be able to track or locate her.

She had without warning bolted. The pharmaceutical company at this point was not even aware that she had left.

Leaving Denver in the dark early morning hours of Friday she had driven to Eugene. She had used cash, no credit cards, for gas, food and lodging during her trip. She couldn't be physically tracked or mentally located. She had effectively disappeared.

Libby's latent paranormal abilities were stronger than I first thought. It would have to be for her to go against the man's installed commands.

Libby had been treated as a fuck toy and considered such actions as normal and expected of a master from a slave.

I changed that perception.

She had, since college, been romantically and sexually interested in me. That I did not change only put consummation on hold until she heard me say, 'College Cherry'.

In the meantime she could be as loving and sexual as she wanted with me. She would have no reservation, inhibitions, objections to be naked around me and the other members of our family or their nakedness. She would be comfortable with my intimacy with Di and if it developed, with Con.

*COLLEGE AWAKE.*

I had Di and Con come to us and introduced everyone, telling them that Libby was part of our family and would be living with us. They would love each other and treat each other as sisters and friends. She was close college friend who was going to be working for me.

All of Libby's words, actions deeds and thoughts would seem normal and Di and Con which they shall accept as natural. I included thoughts for Con. They would be comfortable with Libby's demonstrative sexuality.

My earlier commands to Di and Con kicked in and they obeyed. Libby reacted in joyful compliance and would continue until I retracted or changed my commands to her. All three girls hugged and kissed each other, talking as best friends, which they now were, as if they had known each other for years.

Libby had checked out of the motel. If her offer had been a bust her next stop would have been oblivion.

I retrieved from the Toyota, her small suitcase containing a couple of changes of clothes and a minimum of hygiene products. She hurriedly left her apartment early Friday morning without packing a lot.

We moved her into the guest bedroom. Di and Libby were close in size and stature. Di's clothes would be fit even though Libby's breasts, hips and behind were slightly fuller.

Libby, Di and I would go clothes shopping for her tomorrow.

I parked Libby's car inside the garage, taking Libby's cell phone, removing and destroying the battery and SIM card. This was insurance it could not be used to locate Libby. Leaving her apartment she had cut off her phone and had not cut it on since.

I was counting on the dom not being aware that she was in the wind, although I was positive he knew something was up due to his inability to reach Libby. He could possibly hire someone or use tech to locate her using the phone ping if used. Destroying the phone would eliminate that possibility.

She had used her cell phone to email me when she had established communique with me. It was possible to search her email account and determine her past email recipients and their location but would be extremely difficult and expensive because it was highly unlikely he had the equipment or knowledge himself to accomplish that.

I did the same thing with her laptop for the same reasons. We would get her a new cell phone and laptop tomorrow.

We were all hungry so ordered Chinese and had DoorDash deliver. After eating the girls picked an old movie, a romantic drama, The Notebook. It brought all three of them to tears.

After the movie we had ice cream. Once the news started:

*IQ ASLEEP.*

*DANCE ASLEEP.*

*COLLEGE ASLEEP.*

I allowed them to luxuriate in their special beds as the news played. I instructed them upon my command to get ready for bed and lay down.

I told Di and Con as soon as they were in bed to immediately go to sleep and remain so, sleeping soundly, until I woke them in the morning.

I commanded Libby to stay awake.

*IQ AWAKE.*

*DANCE AWAKE.*

*COLLEGE AWAKE.*

After kissing me goodnight they went to bed. I went to the office and poured a whisky.

I opened and examined my email account, discovering no suspicious activity. I closed and deactivated my e-mail account.

Using Di's email account I hacked the account of a user in Puerto Rico. Using the hacked account I accessed the server of my old account, and deleted all evidence of the existence of my old account.

I had hacked before when changing Di's information but this was more difficult. After a few trial and error attempts I was successful. I created a new account on a different server using different personal information, login and password. Using my new account I again hacked the old server, this time deleting all evidence of the existence of Di's account.

I created Di a new email account. Now there was nothing to show that Di and I had ever had an account on the old server.

If someone searched for the person and the person's location of Libby communique it would be an empty dead end. Even if it was suspected a breach had occurred there was minuscule evidence and what there was well hidden that the server and Puerto Rico account had been compromised.

I update all my accounts with the new information and notified Betty and Dremmel of the change.

I mentally checked on Di and Con. Both were sleeping soundly. I mentally checked on Libby and saw she was lying in bed, awake.

*COLLEGE ASLEEP.*

I entered her bedroom with the lights on, seeing her lying limply on her back in the bed. The bed covers were pulled aside revealing her naked body.

She was a vision of loveliness. Her creamy complexion was only broken by a few freckles on her face and on her magnificent rounded breasts pointing toward the ceiling. Her ruddy areolas were the size of half dollars with nipples as big and long as the end of my pinky. Her flat stomach narrowed before sweeping to wide hips. Her pussy was bare, Mons Veneris, puffy and raised with the lips of the Labia Majora, large and rounded pressing together. They hid the inner lips, the Labia Minora, but the clitoral hood and clitoris were visible, plumply extending well above. Her long legs, with shapely thighs, calves and ankles led to pedicured and pampered feet.