Chapter 10

The next several weeks went by in a blur. We exhausted the supply of terminally and seriously ill children in Quebec. Susan had it down to an assembly line, where she would triage the patients and then we would work our way through the room, working to heal each child.

I was getting better at healing more children at any one time, and I would no longer collapse from exhaustion after an afternoon of this work. And the joy on the faces of the children and their families when they would return to say thank you was more than payment for my services.

Of course, that didn’t stop them from donating to the fund that had been set up to support me. That fund had grown significantly and now threatened to push me into the billionaire range. Not a milestone I was looking to reach in my life!

And other governments were also looking to get in on the action. We had gotten offers from all the major governments in Europe to come and visit them. And many other, less scrupulous governments, like some in the middle east, had tried to bribe me into visiting them, with offers of wealth and power and even people. Those offers just angered me, and their rulers soon found out that they would suffer like the poorest in their country until they began to rectify those injustices.

I was committed to continuing our tour of major cities across Canada and Jennifere and Alex had made most of the arrangements. We planned to head east to Halifax and then go all the way to the West Coast before working our way back east, stopping at the major medical centers along the way.

However, I was still interested in learning who was behind the attack on us. While we had learned early on that a few of the local cops had arranged for the convoy to be isolated, they had not known that an attack was planned.

As to the identity of who was behind the attack, we were all still in the dark.

The driver of the truck might have known, but I had been too busy trying to keep him from killing us all to stop and think about questioning him. And afterward, I just wanted him dead.

The RMCP had found some links to organized crime but were still searching for who had organized and funded the plan. There were some vague hints about drug cartels but nothing that held any significant credence.

With our upcoming trip, I was rather anxious that we might face another attack. However, Aine was nearly apoplectic when the latest report from RMCP HQ reported that they had no new information.

“What do you mean you have no new information?” She screamed at the window. She was using her earpiece and if you didn’t know that, you’d think she was crazy screaming at herself! As it was, she was so angry that she might just go insane anyway.

“Just let us come down and interview the scum who were involved in letting the attack occur. I am certain that we can make some progress!”

One interesting thing that we had noticed was that Alex, Jennifere, Susan, and Aine found it increasingly difficult to say my name. They could, but if they weren’t careful, they would say Sir, or even Master a couple of times. And not just in the bedroom anymore, but anywhere, and in conversations like the one Aine was having. I suspected that she was using ‘we’ so that she could avoid this problem when speaking with her RCMP counterparts.

And so it was that later that day, we found ourselves at the prison in Sainte-Anne-des-Plaines where those who were taken into custody at the scene of the attack were being held.

I felt a worrisome unease grow as we entered the facility. We had a large escort of armed guards, and I had scanned each and every one of them to ensure that none of them were disloyal. All of them were angry and embarrassed by what had happened, that cops had been involved in the attack.

But this prison was full of people who were notorious for doing really bad things. Sure, some simply had anger issues and had gotten themselves into problems with the law at an early age. Their course was set, and while they were not inherently evil, they were at best antisocial.

But there were some in this building that were just evil. There was no other way I could describe them. They enjoyed hurting people and causing pain. I considered inflicting pain on them or trying to alter them in some way, but I worried what that would do to my soul. Did I really want to punish people my whole life, or did I want to try to do good?

I did not regret the punishment I inflicted on world leaders, as they simply felt the pain and suffering they were inflicting on others. But here, I would be inflicting punishment for something that happened in the past.

As we walked down the corridor, I heard yelling and people claiming they were innocent. While I knew the judicial system wasn’t perfect, there was no way that this many people were all incorrectly convicted.

The further we walked and the more claims of innocence I heard, I began to get irritated. Then a thought hit me. What if I forced them all to tell the truth? I could feel that surge of energy in the back of my mind that let me know it was taking effect. I thought about the movie ‘Liar, Liar’ with Jim Carey and wondered what the impact would be.

It didn’t take long to see the impact. After a couple of shouts with comments like, ‘I killed that bitch’ and ‘I wanna kill you’ the hall began to go silent. While I couldn’t see the prisoners, I noticed that the guards were suddenly on alert at the sudden decrease in noise.

We made it to the interrogation room and entered with a few of the guards, while the rest took up positions outside in the hallway.

The cops who had been involved were all in individual rooms and the prison had worked to ensure that they had been kept separate from each other so that they couldn’t fabricate a story.

A few of them sported bruises and black eyes, and one had an arm in a cast. I felt a momentary twinge of sympathy, as I knew that the inside of a prison could be a very dangerous place for a cop. However, since they had tried to kill me and my family, as I had come to think of those around me, the sympathy only lasted for a few seconds.

The interviews, or interrogations, went smoothly. Between the compulsion to tell the truth and the compulsion to answer all my questions, we quickly learned that these men had nothing more to tell us.

I was just about to give up when they brought one last witness forward. He had just joined the force a couple of months earlier, and it turned out that this kid was the link to the instigator.

While the other officers had been beaten to a pulp, this kid was unscathed. His uncle was high up in the mob and so the kid was under the mob’s protection while he was in prison.

But it wasn’t the mob that wanted me dead. It turned out that they had taken the job because it paid a ton of money.

While the kid didn’t have any evidence, he had overheard the leadership talking about how the money was coming from the US embassy. I quickly had the names of the leadership and planned to pay them a visit next.

It took Aine a few days to set it up, but she eventually located the two mob guys that the kid had fingered in prison. Then it was just a matter of seeing the men and picturing them in my mind to give them a compulsion, or a push.

We called a press conference, and I was able to compel the two men to appear at the press conference. They testified, on live national television, that they had been hired directly by the new US ambassador to Canada.

After the previous ambassador had been unable to ‘convince’ me to return to the US where they wanted me under their control, they decided that they needed to eliminate me. So, they sent a new ambassador, one that was a puppet of the president, and had him hire the job out.

And of course, since my compulsion to all world leaders to tell the truth had gone into effect, the US president hadn’t spoken a word. In fact, only his Twitter account, which likely was managed by some high school dropout, put forward any statements.

I thought about hurting the president, I was even angry enough that I wanted to hurt those around him, his family and the whole government for that matter.

That was when Jennifere and Alex both grabbed me.

“That is not who you are!” Alex yelled at me.

“You are not like them. Do not fall into that trap!” Jennifere added.

I wasn’t sure what they thought I was going to do, but apparently, they were in tune with me enough that they were sure I was going into a dark place.

And then I remembered what the advisor to the Dalai Lama had warned me about, and I realized that they were all correct. Declaring war on the US, or even on its leadership would not be constructive. However, I still felt like I needed to do something.

Of course, I was lying beneath two beautiful women who had pulled me down onto the couch. We had elected to watch the press conference from the hotel, and when Alex and Jennifere had grabbed me, we had all ended up lying on the couch.

And when two beautiful women are lying on top of you, even fully clothed, things have a way of happening.

I leaned up and kissed Jennifere, and then I turned and kissed Alex. They returned the kisses eagerly, and soon clothes were flung away and it turned into a massive sex session. And I realized it had been since the attack that we had relaxed enough to let go like this.

Soon I was sucking on one of Alex’s nipples, while Jennifere dropped down and removed my pants before taking my cock directly into her throat and bobbing there. She was throat fucking herself on my cock and a moan of lust escaped my mouth.

After spending some time on both of Alex’s nipples and knowing that I would last much longer with Jennifere doing her best to make me cum, I pulled Alex up to where she was sitting on my face and moved Jennifere up so that she was riding me, cowgirl.

Once I was buried in Jennifere’s pussy, we all three moaned. I was fucking her, and sucking on Alex’s clit while the two of them were kissing and holding each other.

It only took a few minutes and then Jennifere began to orgasm, her pussy rippling around my cock and drenching it with her secretions. The warm wet feeling and her spasmodic contractions soon had me at my crest, and I came within her with an intensity that nearly had me blacking out again.

Alex followed along behind Jennifere, her wetness flowing over my face as she came when I lightly bit on her clit. She screamed and came, and then collapsed, taking Jennifere along with her.

The two of them continued to hold each other and to kiss and make out, and I was left lying there, covered in girl come and trying to catch my breath.

That was the way that Susan and Aine found us when they walked into the room.

Despite having been with both of them before the attack, we had all been so focused, so anxious, that we hadn’t spent any intimate time together. They were ready for that to end as they started shedding clothes as they walked over to where we were lying.

They each took an arm and pulled me up and also roused Alex and Jennifere, and the five of us headed into the bedroom where Susan and Aine attempted to recreate the events that led to the scene they had found in the other room.

Of course, they had their own version, and I have to admit, I rather liked it. Aine and Susan got into a sixty-nine, while I stepped up behind them and slowly slid my cock into Susan while Aine licked our junction.

As I fucked her, she was fingering Aine and sucking on her clit and they were each grunting out their pleasure with each thrust.

Alex and Jennifere, meanwhile, had lain beside up and were gently holding each other and kissing softly.

It didn’t take long for Susan to start cumming, but since I had already come once, I was nowhere close, and I just kept fucking her. She came three more times in close succession and then she just collapsed onto Aine, pulling herself off my cock.

Aine rolled her to the side and then reached for my cock, sucking it into her mouth, savoring the taste of her essence.

After she was sure I was clean, and still as hard as a rock, she spun around and presented her ass to me. I took her invitation and slid my cock into her pussy which was already hot and wet from Susan’s earlier ministrations. She was primed and ready, and after just a couple of strokes, she also had a small orgasm.

Then she reached back and placed my cock at her rosebud and pushed back, forcing me into her ass. The progress was slow as she was incredibly tight, and she grunted with each thrust, a mixture of pain and pleasure.