Chapter 6: Workshop of Empowerment

July 25th - August 3rd, 1986

That Friday, right after the football camp let out at noon, I left for the Marlfield mansion and spent the night there. Saturday morning, I flew out to Knox with the twins and my parents.

The girls attending the workshop wouldn’t arrive until Sunday afternoon, but there were a lot of people involved in preparing for the workshop. This wasn’t just an opportunity for my dad to have sex with them or adjust their programming. The workshop was designed to test their ability to think on their feet, learn how to handle people who were trying to harass or interfere, and other character-building exercises.

I swear I thought I was in my own personal hell when I walked into the lecture hall with my parents. I found myself surrounded by versions of Suzi and my mom of all ages. My empathic abilities were going nuts over their familiar sense of self-directed confidence and excitement over my dad’s arrival. My dad spent over a half-hour personally introducing every woman there to me and my mom and giving them a long and loving kiss like they were his favorite. Sixty-two favorites, to be precise.

I got a number of kisses myself. My mom, on the other hand, jumped right into conversing with them and appeared otherwise amused by it all.

Once we had finished that, my grandmother - who had arrived the day before - took the podium and instructed everyone to take their seats. The twins flanked my dad when he went up front, but other than standing up there looking pleased with everyone, my grandmother, Carol and a Veronica Mills were the only ones speaking.

I was sitting next to Tiffany Houston, a twenty-one-year-old grad student assigned as my keeper. Fuck, she was hot. A purebred redhead with alabaster skin, she had the body of a centerfold and green eyes that spoke of her intensity. I heard very little of what was said as Tiffany’s hand caressed mine, sometimes leaving it to stroke my bare knee and thigh.

All the women were wearing black chokers. I learned that was one of the triggers to bring out the hybrid persona when not within one of the designated safe areas. The chokers were purely symbolic; there was nothing special about them besides being made of a specific material. My mom had put one on as anyone without a choker would inhibit the other women’s personas. My dad and I didn’t require them though. I mean, he was their master and I was visibly his son.

There were men and other women around too, but they too wore chokers. Since entering that section of the campus, I hadn’t seen anyone without a choker on. That was thanks to Veronica who was another telepath in charge of security for the workshop.

That room contained the cream of the crop, as my dad put it. Every woman besides my mom and Tiffany had a Ph.D. They were all gorgeous and dressed to show their curves in business attire.

Everyone except me and Tiffany was handed out assignments, even my mom.

After the meeting ended, I asked Tiffany, “Any idea what I’m supposed to do?”

“Of course. You’re supposed to get to know everyone and help out.”

“Help? How?”

“Any way you can.”

“You mean by using my telepathy?”

Tiffany smiled broadly, and I swear her eyes twinkled as she said, “That is certainly one way the son of our true love could help. We also would enjoy getting to know you too. Intimately.”

I said, “Ah. I see. I ... I have a girlfriend. I’ll have to check with her before ... Just give me a moment. I might be able to contact her without using the phone.”

After spending ten minutes trying to feel Suzi out, I ended up having to use the phone. I found Joey without any trouble, though. I still couldn’t figure out why sometimes I had trouble with some people like that. I had located Suzi’s mind halfway on the other side of the planet a month ago. Why did I have trouble doing that when I was only a state or two away?

Suzi’s response was, “Oh for Pete’s sake, Timmy. Do you have to? Or is this just something your dad wants?”

I said, “I’m not sure. Shit, Suz. It’s like I’m surrounded by older versions of you here. I don’t know if I can resist.”

“Try, okay? You need to learn to control yourself.”

“Okay. I’ll tell my mom. Maybe she can put the word out.”

“You should have talked to her first.”

“I suppose. I better go. Love you.”

“Love you too, Timmy.”

Joey thought, <Ha, ha. I told you. Now show me what some of these women look like.>

I connected him to my senses and headed out to where some of the women were getting things organized.

Twenty minutes later, while Tiffany’s fingers slipped inside my shirttail to not so innocently run her hand across my bare back, Joey exclaimed, <Fuck, Tim. You’re going to have to fuck her at this rate. Damn. I’m going to call Brad and see if Sandi’s available for a quick blow.>

<Don’t encourage that!>

<All right! But you’re the one who’s exposing me to this shit. Now unless you’re going go somewhere private for a fuck, disconnect so I can jerk off in peace.>

I disconnected.

I was in serious trouble at lunch. My parents were nowhere in sight while I was fed by five different women, all transmitting fuck me vibes at me. At least Tiffany didn’t openly grope my crotch like the older women did. One of them even managed to get their hand down my shorts while giving me a spoonful of chicken noodle soup. Oh, wait. That was just Grandma.

And the kisses. Every time they greeted me or left me, I got a deep French kiss, and they weren’t happy unless I caressed their ass while I did that. I got so used to that, I did it to my grandmother when she was leaving lunch.

I lasted until around 2:30 when I couldn’t take it anymore. I connected to Suzi without any trouble, interrupting her watching something on TV with her cousin Pete, and without a thought exchanged word wise, I connected her to my senses.

Ten minutes of helping four college grad students, including Tiffany, to fill a ball pit and weathering their constant rubbing themselves against me and speaking in suggestive overtones, Suz shouted, “Fuck! Okay!” startling her cousin.

I asked, <Do you want to stay connected?>

Suzi, distracted with her cousin, sent back in frustration, <I’ll need to find someplace private.>

<Or I could just put Pete to sleep for a little while.>

Suzi hesitated, then sent back, <Okay. Do I need to call Joey?>

I found Joey’s mind in an instant.

Joey exclaimed, <Fuck, Tim. You startled me. What’s up.>

I connected my senses to him, and after a minute, he asked, <Are you trying to torture me?>

Suzi sent, <I think that was part of the idea.>

Joey sent, <Suz? Wait. Does this mean we’re doing this?>

I sent, <That’s the idea. What do you think? All four?>

Joey sent, <Shit, yeah. Are you going to swap us with them?>

I said, <No, but I can let you control my limbs like in a three-way.>

To our dismay, they were more dedicated to the work than doing anything more than a blowjob. Though it was one hell of a blowjob. One girl on my cock, another on my balls and the other two used their tongues and mouths in various other locations.

The fun would have to wait until after dinner.

The blowjob took the pressure off, and after a while, I was somewhat numb to all the women’s attempts to arouse me. Not that I didn’t enjoy getting feels of their bodies whenever they greeted me. I was starting to see why my dad encouraged that behavior.

I helped out where I could, though it was mostly manual labor. Two weeks of football fitness camp had given me a bit of a boost to my overall body strength, especially in the lifting category.

Most of the booths and activities were finished by five. We’d have until ten the next morning to finish up anything else, though we wouldn’t have as many people to help as most of the women I had met in the meeting would be greeting the high school and undergrad girls.

I did start to get to know the women. I was learning about their jobs or their degrees, their husbands or boyfriends and, most importantly, their pasts.

I included Suzi whenever I was learning those details. About half the things I asked them were actually Suzi’s questions. While it wasn’t the same as being there herself, it did help satisfy her curiosity about how these women became involved like that and why she hadn’t qualified.

My dorm room was a joke. Wall to wall mattresses. I had ten grad students as roommates. Joey, Suzi and I spent over three hours after dinner letting them make passionate love to us/me. They all waited their turns, commenting and complimenting whoever was fucking me. The lovemaking was nice, and they all did their unique thing at the start, but the sex was all anal. I liked anal on occasion, but certainly not ten times in a row. Suzi had me disconnect everything but my hearing after the second girl while Joey hung in there and helped throughout the duration.

The morning was busy. Tiffany had a schedule for me to follow and I was acting as my dad’s official representative at times. I actually had to make some decisions, and I happily let Suzi chose them for me. I mean, what did I know about floral arrangements or room organization? I was pretty sure they were just giving me things that didn’t matter to make me feel important. I would rather have been sitting at the registration desk like my mom.

I hadn’t realized parents were coming. Everyone’s hybrid personas hid themselves at that point, and it was a bittersweet relief. I spent the morning and afternoon without being manhandled or having a permanent hardon.

Only a fraction of the girls had parents with them, and most of the parents were women. I flailed around a while, yearning but unable to flirt with the high school girls. I mainly stood around in my slacks and polo shirt, looking happy and friendly like my dad. I shook a lot of hands.

I was shocked to see there were over a hundred and fifty girls there ages sixteen to twenty. Twenty-six final new recruits would be arriving on Saturday. I didn’t understand why they weren’t included in this portion of the workshop.

As soon as all the parents left, the manhandling began again, but only by the adults and undergrads.

You would think I’d have been in pussy heaven that night with all those new girls, but I wasn’t given the option to change roommates. Suzi challenged me to restrain from having intercourse with them that night, and that turned out to be a lot easier than I thought. They simply weren’t due for an ass fucking until the night before I was to go home.

That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy myself with them. And that doesn’t mean all we did was have oral sex or had a few titty fucks (Joey’s fault/idea). These young women were bright, driven to succeed and honestly enjoyed each other’s company. I mean, no one else truly understood them like they did, and I realized that’s what the workshop was also about. To give these girls and women the chance to reconnect and bond. They also were introducing the high school and undergraduate girls into their corporate lifestyle.

All the college and grad students worked part-time for my dad and full time during the summer to further bring them into the fold. That evening instead of fucking, my roommates shared more of their stories with me. None of these women would have had a chance to reach the heights they had reached without the support of the program. Some would have likely have ended up prostitutes or in some kind of other criminal activity just to survive. And it wasn’t just about being poor. Several of them came from middle-class families that just had a shitty home life. I couldn’t help but compare their stories to Penny’s.

If I hadn’t gone to Sandra’s for dinner and saw how Sandra’s life was her own there, I would have felt more conflicted about what the program did. I still had my issues with it, but I couldn’t help but enjoy spending time with those women. Their enthusiasm was making a believer out of me.

Monday was the official start of the workshops. I got up at five-thirty to run and workout. Tiffany joined me for the run and stayed with me while I went through as much of the workout routine I had time for with the college’s equipment. Tiffany even joined me in the shower, but other than a little groping and washing each other, we didn’t have sex.

After breakfast, Tiffany led me to my father in a classroom where he was laying on a leather chaise in his robe with a black girl giving him his 8:00 blow. My dad nodded his head towards a second leather chaise three feet next to his.

When Tiffany started trying to undress me, I only hesitated a moment before raising my arms up. Once I was naked, Tiffany helped me put on a robe that matched my fathers, then I proceeded to help her strip.

Once I was lying on the chaise with Tiffany’s head between my legs, I asked, “Does Mom know about this?”

My dad said, “Do you think I made up your schedule? Tiffany answers directly to her.”

I sighed and said, “I don’t mean to sound like I don’t trust you, but you haven’t made any changes to those commands Father Xavier gave her, did you?”

“You mean like you did?”

I bit my lip in surprise. Neither of my parents had ever probed my mind concerning that sort of thing, and I hadn’t mentioned it myself.

My dad looked over and said, “I didn’t tell your mother. I know it was you because ... well, who else would have done just that but you? To answer your question, yes, I have, but only at your mother’s requests.”

“What kind of changes?”

“You’ll have to talk to her about that, but it was when she had to take control of your flock while you were at Crow. She did it for you.”

Upset by that, I put Tiffany into a dream state and gently pushed her head from my crotch. Tiffany laid her head on my thigh and relaxed.

My dad ignored that and said, “We’re here so I can start giving you the overall picture of what I’ll be teaching you. If you’re not up to that right now, we can reschedule it. That’s if you’re really interested.”

I sighed and said, “I don’t know what I’m interested in anymore. Why make all these girls obsessed with anal sex? Why make them obsessed with sex at all?”

My dad said, “Because that’s how I was taught. There are only so many ways to access the primitive portion of the brain, and sex and love are the easiest ones to use to force the separation of personas. You’ve seen the results. Is it all that bad?”

I said, “I don’t expect you to understand. You were raised to look at women as possessions, not people. And while they do have control over their own lives, they still become your possessions, don’t they?”

“For brief moments in their lives, yes. Do you want me to stop and just leave these promising girls to their own means?”

I said, “No, but I don’t see the reason why they have to become your love slaves to reach their full potential.”

“Because that is how this works. You can’t force the mind to split like that without using the most powerful emotions available to drive it. Instead of lust or fear, I use love. I spent three years of my life learning it and trying to master it to prove to my father I could be worthy, then he died. Killed himself. I hated him, but I needed to prove to him...”

My dad paused, took a deep breath to calm himself, then said, “I will not apologize for what I have built because I am proud of what I have done with my life. The people I’ve rescued, the opportunities I’ve created. I’m not asking you to follow in my footsteps. But I can’t help but want to share with my son the family I’ve created for myself. It’s not my fault my concept of family is different than most other people’s. I know they are not my true family, but they are the only family I’ve known for nearly fifteen years. Despite what you think, they are important to me. And they are the ones who are driving us -driving me - to continue expanding it like this.”

I sighed, looked down at Tiffany, and said, “I understand that, Dad. I’m sorry if I sometimes make you and your lifestyle the target of my ... frustrations resisting all its temptations. You’re a good man at heart. I’d like to think Mom wouldn’t be so in love with you if you weren’t. I guess my main problem with all this is they don’t get to make the choice.”

My dad said, “Tim, there are a lot of things people have to live through that wasn’t their choice. That’s just part of life. I don’t abuse them. I don’t use them and leave them to fend for themselves. I adopt them, take care of them, and make sure they’re happy. They’re like my children.”

I said, “Who you have sex with.”

“As I was brought up to believe was normal and proper. My grandfather was born in Rome where the most powerful telepaths in the world live. Their society is the oldest in the world, and at the age of fourteen, a child is expected to learn how to have sex from older adults. At sixteen, a daughter must prove to their father they know what they are doing before she is allowed to date boys her own age. Just because it is different than what your society has taught you to believe doesn’t make it evil.”

I kept my mouth shut. Despite all that he just said, the fact that he had yet had intercourse with the twins told me that at some level he knew it was wrong to do so. I wasn’t about to shame him by calling him a hypocrite.

I said, “So ... what’s the plan for the day?”

Seeing I wasn’t refusing to continue, he said, “Today, I’m going to show you the various stages the girls go through to reach the fully self-adapting hybrid. From this point on, you can’t share what I tell or show you. Not with Suzi or Joey, not even with your mother. Is that clear?”

I took a deep breath and let it out noisily before saying, “Crystal clear. But before we get started, will sex be necessary? Because if it is, I need to okay it with Joey and Suzi first.”

My dad let out a frustrated sigh and said, “Tim, you’re my son. My empire is getting too large for me to maintain by myself. There will be times I may need you to act on my behalf, and for the duration of the workshop and the lessons later, you’re going to need to have sex. If you’re going to have volunteer sex slaves for you, Joey and Suzi to use so they can understand our world, they need to accept that world before they enter it.”

I said, “In other words, I need them to agree to let me have sex with your girls whenever the need arises. Okay. Just give me a few minutes.”

I reached out and found both Suzi and Joey easily enough since they were together. I was starting to believe the issues in finding them were circumstantial. What those circumstances were, I didn’t have a clue.

Joey and Suzi were with Brad and Jason running on the track up at school. After experiencing sex in a muscle laden body, Jason was determined to get his own body built up like that as quickly as naturally possible. Working out with Joey and Brad helped keep him motivated and counted towards giving Suzi supervised time with them. Suzi wasn’t participating in the runs or workouts as much as enjoying watching them do it.

I waited until Joey and Brad finished running their last set of sprints before I thought to Joey and Suzi <Got a minute?>

Joey sent back, <Five, then we’re doing the stadium steps.>

I grimaced at that. I hated going up and down the stadium steps. You didn’t do it at a run as it would be dangerous if you tripped, but you did have to go at a quick pace without stopping. Little did I know that exercise was key to getting me on the team.

I explained as best I could without mentioning the volunteer slave thing. Suzi gave her okay sooner than Joey did, but his hesitation wasn’t because he thought it would be bad for me. He wanted to do it with me when possible. Eventually, Suzi and I had to bow to that, but only if Suzi could be included telepathically if not physically.

The eighteen-year-old dark beauty had finished her work on my dad by the time I disconnected from Joey and Suzi, but she was also there for my dad to show me the difference between her hybrid and Tiffany’s.

My dad said, “I create the hybrid and enslaved personas at the same time. They have to be otherwise you can’t separate them from the normal persona. What takes time is training the hybrid to function as you’ve seen it. You start with the hybrid being a copy of the normal one that you ... corrupt for the lack of a better word. The programming involved is very complex and staged. Carol has been doing it for fifteen years and still has trouble tuning it. She does the bulk of the work while I finish it with either her help or on my own. This week, you and I will be doing the final tweaks along with retuning their asses.

“But first, I want you to see the different major stages. Each stage consists of several different steps, and each step takes time to run through its course. The stages not only provide the conditioning for the hybrid to work, it also lets us shape the girl’s personality and interests. For the girls we recruit at fifteen, they go through dozens of stages over their high school and undergraduate years to produce the leaders we want them to be and have the interests in the fields we need them to fill. Those who they recruit in college are not shaped to the extent they were and attend a different workshop between semesters.”

We spent the day in there with different girls coming in for me to compare. My dad wasn’t showing me the programming behind the different stages but the results in the enslaved and hybrid personas. The enslaved persona was necessary to give the hybrid somewhere to shift towards. I really didn’t understand it yet. Even now I find it difficult to explain the interactions between the three personas.

I tuned at least a dozen asses, my dad checking my work afterwards and giving me pointers based on his fifteen years of experience. By the time we quit for the day, I was a little frustrated how little I understood. After a while, one hybrid mind looked a lot like another. Only what they were programmed to focus on as they masturbated at night was different.

I did see the parallels to the fantasies I had had with the girls the previous summer. In fact, I was convinced whoever developed this procedure was attempting to emulate what the need had done. Once I realized that I found what my dad was showing me the next day much easier to relate to and I started to ask questions that pleasantly surprised my dad.

I didn’t go home Wednesday morning like I was originally scheduled to, and Brad and Joey were pissed. In the mornings, I was learning and getting experience helping my dad with fine-tuning the girls. But in the afternoons, I got to work some of the recreational booths and then hung out with the high school girls.

The reason I didn’t go home was mainly Ivory Brenner who was like my evil twin. Evil in the exciting and perverse way, not in the painful murder way. She had five older brothers and was as big of a horn dog as I was. A couple of times, I called her Joey because of the way we just seemed to think alike.

While Ivory wasn’t a redhead, her dark hair contrasted nicely against her alabaster white skin. She was seventeen and hers was the first pussy I fucked that week. That was Tuesday right after dinner when my mom agreed to let me stay until Sunday.

I got chewed out Wednesday morning from spending the night with Ivory and making her late the next morning. Like two hours late. We had slept in and then got busy in the shower.

Any feelings of guilt about being with her evaporated whenever I was around her. We just clicked in a way I hadn’t experienced before. Ivory was like the perfect blend of Suzi, Joey and even Sandi in the playful way.

Thursday night I tried to talk Ivory in spending the night with me again. That’s when Ivory told me she couldn’t love me. I was too young for her. She saw me like a horny younger brother.

I was in a foul mood Friday morning and ticked off my dad during his eight o’clock blow enough he sent me away to help my mom.

I didn’t go to her. Instead, I went and ran, did my workout, then gulped a glass of drink for the energy and hit the stadium steps. I jacked off in the showers to get the drink out of my system, then fell into a bunk physically exhausted. I let my mind wander and almost fell asleep, but the familiar sound of high heels approaching snapped me back to fully awake.

When the heels stopped outside the door of the room, I looked over at my mom standing there with her hands on her hips giving me the look.

I shrugged and said, “I just needed a break.”

“A break? Timmy, I know what happened. What did you expect? You knew from Katie that none of these girls would take you serious romantically.”

“You want me to feel sorry I formed feelings for a girl I find amazing?”

“No, but letting yourself form those types of feelings for one of your father’s girls is just plain stupid. And you’re not stupid.”

I rolled my eyes like the teenager I was and said, “Sorry I disappointed you ... No. I’m not sorry.”

I rolled onto my side to fully face her and said, “You might have convinced yourself that this program is a wonderful opportunity for these girls, but deep down you know that it’s wrong or you wouldn’t have been so worried about me experiencing it.”

“Timmy, this IS a wonderful opportunity for these girls. Have you met a single person who is unhappy while they are in their natural state of mind?”

“They are being used, mom. Their entire future is planned out for them. Shaped into the perfect worker bee for whatever task that needs filled.”

“I’m not going to argue the merits of the program to you. No one is asking you to support it. The only reason you’re still here was because you asked to stay. I figured this would happen if you stayed longer. I think you need to go home and rethink your plans for this year. You don’t need to do any of it.”

I groaned and said, “Mom, I’m not ready to leave yet. I just ... It burns that these girls only have their heart set on dad. Doesn’t that bother you?”

“No, it doesn’t. Timmy, it’s not anything different than what bonded Sherman and your father together after I left. It’s what makes his entire business empire work so well. Loving and trusting a single person brings people together.”

“But it’s fake.”

“Is it? I’m not so sure about that. Shouldn’t I no longer love him just because I’m not your father’s slave anymore?”

I sighed, rolled onto my back again and said, “That’s different. You’re his equal. A telepath.”

“Bullshit. You and Joey set Suzi above you in many ways and she isn’t a telepath. Your father forges great women out of girls who would have been alone or abused for most of their life otherwise. He empowers them. All he asks in exchange is a piece of their heart to always be his. How is that different to what you’ve done with your flock?”

I looked at her and said angerly, “I never wanted a piece of anything from them. It was just a fucking fantasy!”

“Don’t get angry with me,” my mom said warningly. “Now get up and either go home or get back to work. You’re not going to mope around here and distract the older girls. Tiffany was going out of her mind from not knowing where you were.”

I rolled away from her, but after a moment I said, “I’ll come help after lunch. I worked myself too hard this morning working out. I need to do some more stretches and then rest a little longer.”

“After lunch, then.”

I didn’t move as I listened to her heels clicking back down the hall and down the stairs. Once I couldn’t hear them anymore, I rolled back onto my back, closed my eyes, and felt around until I found Tiffany.

Ten minutes later, Tiffany brought me a snack and some Gatorade, then happily gave me a rub down.

I apologized to my dad later when I bumped into him at the ball pit. After I apologized, he said he was sorry for not being more sensitive to my own feelings.

I asked, “Did Mom tell you to say that?”

“No, that’s just what she scolded me about when she learned I had sent you away. Tim, I’m not sure how much more we can do until Sunday. Why don’t you take the twins home overnight to see your friends? The twins are feeling restless and could use the break.”

I didn’t have a clue what the twins had been doing. The only time I had seen them was when they had been with my dad at meals or meetings.

I told him okay, but while he was giving instructions to one of his aids, I reconsidered.

I went over to him and said, “Dad, what if instead of us going to them, they came here?”

My dad groaned, “Tim, we’ve already been over this.”

“You just said there wasn’t much else to do until Sunday. They can get a taste of the workshop’s activities Saturday and then go out shopping with the twins Sunday.”

My dad gave me a measuring look before asking, “Who all would come?”

“Suz, Joey, maybe Brad? Oh, and probably Jason or Suz might not be able to come.”