Voice Control

By Ron Dawes

A young college girl is stalked by someone who apparently has access to her innermost secrets; her passwords, Facebook account, her email accounts. Somehow, he even has videos of her most intimate moments in her bed alone, and threatens to use them to ruin her life with her friends and family. What does he want in return for keeping them confidential?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ron Dawes
• Release date: Sep 9, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463255032

Ron Dawes

Writing these stories provides me an outlet to express my innermost fantasies. I love hearing from readers who have been moved by my stories. Feel free to drop me a note anytime. Many of my stories are based on my fantasies. Some of the stories are based on the fantasies of others that have contacted me. But all of them are fantasies. We have no control over our fantasies, and many of them will always be just that; fantasies, not real. I don't necessarily condone the behavior of my characters; some of them are a bit lecherous, I'm afraid. Some are rowdy. And some might just be a little nasty. But it takes all kinds. I believe that men, deep down, have a strong need to worship and adore their lover. I believe that women, deep down, have a strong need to be worshiped and adored by their lover. Most of my stories reflect those beliefs.

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Voice Control

By Ron Dawes

Text copyright 2019

What a day, Tina thought as she pulled into her driveway. I'm never going to finish all the homework I got by this Thursday. She had done OK on her first semester of college but it seemed that this term the teachers were determined to wash her out. She pulled her car as far to the side as possible to give her parents room to pull into the garage when they got home from work a couple hours later.

Walking up to the front door, she noticed a package on the porch. Her birthday was tomorrow, and sure enough the label was made out to her. Surprisingly there was no return name on it. She carried it into the house and put it on her desk along with her computer, which she plugged in to recharge. She hung her backpack on the back of the chair and threw her jacket on the bed, then went into the bathroom to pee.

Her phone rang and she looked to see who it was. The number said 935-7. Must be a telemarketer or something with that weird caller ID, she thought and ignored the call. She picked up the package and shook it, wondering what it could be while she turned on her computer. Ding, her phone chimed, announcing a text message. Once again, it was from 935-7. Huh? What's going on? she thought. She opened the text and chills ran down her spine as she read it.

Tina, put down the package and take my call.

Immediately the phone began ringing again and it was from the same number.

Who is this? she demanded.

A male voice on the other end said, Happy Birthday, Tina. You don't know me, but we need to talk.

Who is it, and what do you want?

I want to talk to you. And you can call me any name you choose. I've been keeping an eye on you, and you've been a bad girl, the man said. I'm prepared to keep it strictly between ourselves. I know you wouldn't want your behavior to get out.

What the hell are you talking about, you creep?

Check your email, Tina. There's an email there from you. It could just as easily be sent to papabear's gmail account. I don't think you'd like that, and I'm sure your 'papabear' wouldn't want to see his little princess like this.

Tina opened her email and saw an email from her personal gmail account. Hey, how did you send an email from my account? she said.

Just read it, the male said calmly.

Hey Dad, I just wanted you to see what goes on when you and mom go to the coast for the weekend. I know you worry about me and wanted you to see that everything is ok.

Love you,

Tina.

The email had an attachment, which Tina opened. It brought up Windows Media Player