Chapter 100: Spring Break Mission – Meeting the Man Upstairs

“Darren,” Uncle Al said from the side of the pool. “Please gather your things and come with us.”

Yep. No matter the language all of the kids know the tone of that request. What exactly did I do wrong?

I had no idea what was going on so I acted like the kid I was. I hurried to get dried off, pull on my shirt, and slide my feet into my flip flops. I looked mostly at the ground as I walked over to where they were waiting and continued staring down all the way up to our suite.

After they did a quick bug check of our suite, we got down to business.

“Darren we continue to be very impressed with your skills,” Al explained. “We are sure that by now everyone here has written you off as yet another exceptionally wealthy, way too smart, bookworm loser. Your failing to act like your male peers here has greatly strengthened your back story about having attended an exclusive private school that none of those here have enough money to buy their son’s admittance. Having you on our team has guaranteed that no one further questions our inclusion into their elitist world.”

Sue interrupted to say, “Unfortunately, Al, you aren’t even as clued in as you think. You only hear what the men strutting their sons are saying. I hear the women and they can’t seem to figure Darren out. Normally this sends up a red flag in these circles, but the best I can tell this isn’t the case at all where Darren is concerned. When he was over near where Bart was enjoying his sudden popularity with the girls, the women were closely watching their daughters trying to get Darren interested in them. I had two women uncharacteristically seek me out to sing the praises of Darren’s discrete way of shutting down their daughters bold sexual flirting as they sought his attentions. We both know that any other boys his age would have snuck off with one or more of the girls to see how far they were willing to go and then teasing them loudly about it when back in front of others. Then you have the way he tenderly treated one of the younger girls who became quite distraught at him shutting down her flirting. Instead of calling her a little baby, he took her to her mother, rubbed lotion over every inch of her naked body and then dressed her in a much more appropriate bikini for this resort. While these behaviors did bring him to their attention, they had a very lively debate regarding his reaction to the group of older girls who had targeted in for their own brand of torment. In their world, boy’s their age aren’t yet bold, or at least cocky, enough to stand up to girls. They don’t even know what to think about a boy who gives up on a chance for sex play by telling a girl off.”

“Sue is correct Darren,” Al said as he began again. “You behaved as a honorably with girls who were too young for you and yet refused to put up with the shit a group of predatory females were giving you. I read a transcript of the reports from their security teams about how you behaved toward the girls down where you all went to eat, and drink, after leaving the pool. There is no question that each of them got drunk on purpose to quiet their inner bitch and lower their inhibitions so that you could do with them what you wanted. Each father expected to get a report that their daughters were no longer pure, provided they were when they met you. Make no mistake, each did a deep background check on your cover ID. Many of them were shocked to find that your digital wealth vastly exceeds some families here and puts you on par with others. Each decided that their daughters could do many times worse than having you as their first lover. It is completely unfathomable to them that someone with your wealth is a well-mannered boy who didn’t take advantage of the drunk, horny, willing daughters. It has greatly raised my standing among these people much higher than I could ever do on my own.”

“Al. Darren pulling a naked girl’s hair up behind her head while she barfed raised his status among most of parents here. He is said to more than once helped a drunken girl into the bathroom, stripped her bathing suit off her, holding her up while she peed, wiping for her and then getting her back into her suit like he was a brother, not a complete stranger. There were no inappropriate touches by him anywhere on any of the girls he helped, even when some did all they could to get him to touch them sexually,” Sue told Al. “A well-trained operative can do very well faking a behavior, but they aren’t infallible. Darren has remained so dead on the expected behavior for boys from his exclusive boarding school that more than a few women are questioning if he is merely playing them and their daughters. What they can’t figure out is to what end? He treats the girls nicely, turns down opportunities they gave him to have sex with them and honestly treats them like a friend, not a piece of pussy to tap.”

Once their discussion was over I was sent off to put on some shorts, a button up shirt and sandals. I was told it was perfectly fine if I chose to go commando and leave the shirt open. They had to verify something and should be done by the time I came back out. While I was trying to find the clothes in the dressers, I had a knock at the door.

Looking out I saw Lodi there waiting. As soon as I opened the door she had my swim trunks on the floor and t-shirt over my head. My dick soon found itself getting hard in her mouth. Like nearly every time she has sucked me, I was blowing my wad quickly. She had milked out the last drop onto her tongue before she even closed the door. She quickly picked went through my dresser to pick out a shirt and pair of shorts for me to wear.

“Go without underwear and button only the bottom two buttons on the shirt,” she said trying to get my dick to start coming back to life with her fingers. “I heard that you are going to see the man upstairs. This is how you are expected to be dressed. I just hope you don’t get sent to the big man upstairs. I really like you even if I can’t be alone with you for long without losing all self-control and needing your beautiful dick inside me. That is why I have to have others around us. It isn’t that I’m modest, I just can’t go all the way with you unless we are all alone.”

She was just getting me hard again when Al knocked to say for me to hurry up. Lodi hurried to kiss me and then rushed out the back door as I got dressed.

Al looked at Sue and she told him he had to bite the bullet and tell me the bad news.

He contemplated for a few seconds before he told me, “At exclusive resorts such as this, the owners must be fully aware of their customer’s lines of work, but can never have any business dealings with them. It ensures the owners are not biased toward any one client. That would be completely disastrous. Clients are here to allow themselves to actually relax knowing they don’t have to keep looking over their back or watch out for threats to their children as they do when at home. Not a one of those girls with Bart would be permitted to go topless or nude anywhere near their homes lest someone obtain images or video which could then be used to blackmail the family. There is zero tolerance for such behavior here. Normally the first few days is a bit of a probationary period for the new guests of well-established families such as Sue and I. Any issues needing correction are discussed with the parents, or in your case guardians, along with the actions required to correct the infracting behavior. These can be anything from a very publically embarrassing admonishment, ejecting the guest to depart immediately, ordering the entire party to leave immediately, being kicked out of ‘the club’ and even as extreme as, well, being publicly whipped and then tossed to the sharks. These people are deadly fucking serious about their rules and no exceptions are ever allowed. It is nearly unheard of for a child to be summoned to the owner of the resort’s office for some behavior on their very first day at any of these exclusive resorts. No one has ever heard of any child being ordered to report directly to the owner’s secured office in his private quarters. Our demanding that you come with us immediately is protocol. While not exactly accurate, all but the smallest children know you were a dead man walking as we departed. From all of the information we have on these sorts of meetings there is a slight chance that this mightn’t be the case. Unfortunately protocol must be followed to the letter. We aren’t permitted to accompany you or even question if, or when, you will even be released. On your part, full formal etiquette is expected. You will remain silent, only responding when addressed. You know the routine. Equate it to addressing the head of a monarchy, president, or dictator directly for questioning versus one of their national security lackeys.”

Before they could say more, there was a solid knock at the door. They just pointed and told me that was my “escort” to my meeting.

When I opened the door I found two slabs of pure muscle in dark grey suits. Instead of the normal button down crisp white shirts, they had some sort of formal looking black shirt.

Is that some sort of body armor? They are definitely packing.

They centered me between the two of them and led through a maze of hallways to a private elevator.

Hmmm. This feels like the same elevator that goes right to Lodi’s suite.

The elevator went up four floors above Lodi’s. At the top the men stayed in the elevator and pointed to a waiting area.

When I looked around the area I could quickly tell this was a waiting area, and not a comfortable one. In one chair I saw a man sitting stiffly as he tried to look confident and collected. Beside him was a teenaged boy that was doing all he could to not show he was on the verge of shitting in his pants. Both paled noticeably when they saw me walk in.

Could it be that my being summoned here mightn’t be about me.

About ten minutes later the man and boy were summoned into a side office. The boy did shit in his shorts before he was even halfway to the opened door.

He shouldn’t have gone commando.

The moment the door closed, a panel opened where three maids immediately went to cleaning up the poop on the floor and getting rid of the smell.

I guessed that I had waited over an hour before I was summoned into the office. While I had been waiting a man came in with two girls and a boy. They didn’t look anything alike, but all three were scared. Me being here waiting caused them to all start to stare off in space when they weren’t fighting not to cry.

When I was in the next waiting area I saw the man and teenaged boy were sitting in chairs outside an office filled with four men and two women. All six of the people in the office looked like extremely nasty lawyers. The type of lawyers you never wanted across the aisle from you in divorce court or when being sued in a personal injury lawsuit.

Dad would call them Med Flight chasers.

Instead of being told to sit outside that office, I was directed down an even longer hallway and told to knock on the door. When I got there I had to wait again before the inside door opened.

Why is the lighting in here not using any electricity exactly like the place in D.C. where they made my suits for the mission I did with Paula?

I was told to sit in the chair facing a huge wooden desk before the door was closed behind me.

I can feel that all of the energy sources I would normally use aren’t here. There isn’t any electricity either. I better be very careful what I do or say.

Closing my eyes I scanned for other energy sources. Those I had first learned to find, when I was in the testing chamber, weren’t here at all. Along the walls I found what looked to be holes where guns could be aimed at people in the room, but I didn’t find any squiggly lines or any other form of energy around them.

Did they have them on some sort of mechanical remote control or some way to send a pulse of energy up to them to make them shoot?

I wasn’t very worried because I knew my shield would take all of the bullet’s energy and convert it to be whatever energy type I needed the most. Fortunately my shield was somehow now able to tap into the energy in molecules floating freely in the air around me. I didn’t know how it worked, but if I ran out of energy in this room, anyone else in here would be completely drained of all of the energy in their bodies first.

When the man came into the room I immediately knew he was one of the people like me. Interestingly, I didn’t feel that he could tell I was someone like him. As he sat down I felt it when he turned on the place in his head. After a few seconds I felt him scanning me in ways I hadn’t seen or felt before. Still, they never made it through my shield.

Did he expect something different when he scanned me? Is that why he looks perplexed?

After trying to scan me again, he got up, went back out the door, and then returned with the triplets. When the three of them joined hands I saw that their triplet link was very strong between them and they were all business now. The man watched over them very closely as they moved to form a sort of triangle around my seat. I could feel that their holding hands created a form a single hive mind.

I wonder if I show them I’m the queen be if they will let me have their honey.

When they hit on the little ruse I had put out for the one scanning me in Lodi’s bed, I immediately knew they were like this somehow because of lightning and yet it wasn’t exactly like me or the man in the room. The man was pulling in the good energy the girls produced that their bodies couldn’t use, converting it to that what the girls needed and giving it back to them to dramatically increase their power to scan me. My shield didn’t even absorb the energy they pushed at me, it sent it right back to them. When they were working their hardest, I suddenly felt something nearby that made me queasy and it was much worse than any other time.

Quickly I reached into the girls to pull out all of the energy from the parts of their brains were using to scan me. I also pulled out all of the good energy the man had been pulling off them. Without any other energy sources around me, I converted their energy and pushed my shield out around the four of them. Once they were inside my shield I saw they had a weaker form of the triplet link connected to their father. From somewhere deep within the place in my head, I felt a huge surge of power being pushed from me into the man and then all three girls. Somehow I had completely made it appear that they never had the places in their heads caused by the lightning. I knew that only I would ever know they had ever been there, not even someone dissecting their brains. I had turned them off completely.

Thinking to the three girls I said, “I already told you it was rude to not ask first. I’m not being hypocritical because you are now in serious danger. You need to get to safety. I have made it so whoever is looking for you can’t find you right now. Get to your safe place. Hurry. We will be able to talk later when it is safe for me to explain.”

All three gave me a mental shudder, a tight group hug and then ran for the door. The instant they were outside of this room I felt the place in my head reaching into them to have each girl create a protective shield around them using the bad energies from their bodies before changing to the good energies their bodies didn’t use. Their father sat down at his desk, but kept quiet. The place in his head was nowdisabled and hidden from everyone but me. Still he was able to sense it when I pulled in energy through the open doorway. His face showed shock and surprise.

Whatever had locked onto him and triplets wasn’t coming from the door that the girls had just used. I got up and carefully opened the door I came through enough that I could pull in energy from that direction. Even pulling in the smallest amount of energy tugged along the telltale feelers of the seekers who can sense people like me. While I felt four distinct seekers, three felt so familiar that the place in my head let them through my shied so I could link up to all three. Somehow they had all managed to come into contact with someone I had helped before. None of them wanted the powers they had and asked if I could “fix” them, somehow.

How do I know what to do? Did the man in the machine put that knowledge in my head?

One second I felt them, the next second they were gone. The feelers reaching out from them vanished.

The fourth feeler was a lot stronger. He was also something different. I followed his feelers back to the source only to find it was the boy outside the lawyer’s office in the waiting room. He was now sitting with the two girls and boy I had seen in the outer waiting room. No one else was anywhere around. When I looked into those three, I saw that whatever I did burned out all of the parts in their brains that let them be able to track people like me. That was it. Nothing else inside their brains were damaged. The one boy, who was still trying to follow on the energy I pulled in, was different.

When I started using the place in my head to safely scan his brain I found myself looking at scars going into his brain from his nose, roof of his mouth and through the back of his throat. As the place in my head traced the patch of each surgery I saw he had a place in his head like the three other children, but there were a lot of other places that didn’t look natural. It looked sort of like the place in the triplet’s heads that let them scan people. I kept being shown spots in his brain where it had been surgically altered or a part from someone else’s brain had been put into his. The deeper I looked the more I felt a sense of pure evil coming from him.

Shit! This wasn’t forced on him or some sort of accident. He wanted it done. He likes whatever it is they did to him. My mind is screaming at me to kill him. He can’t be allowed to live. He is too dangerous. I can’t kill him. That isn’t me. There has to be some other way.

“There is Darren,” I heard in my mind. “Daddy. She needs to feed. Darren’s mind showed me what they did to him. She needs to feed on this boy. Whatever the mad scientists did to him will keep her from ever needing to feed off anyone else again.”

Using the triplet’s own trick, I pulled all of the energy from the boy that kept him conscious and alert. Once he was asleep I siphoned off all of the good energy from him until I was sure he wouldn’t be able to do anything until he recovered it from the food he had eaten earlier. When I told the man the boy was asleep, he left the room for a few minutes. While he was gone I had found myself with the triplets surrounding me again. The one I had shoved the candles in was in my lap, her sisters on either side of me. It was more of another group hug than anything else. I saw the shields on them were fully charged now and would keep them protected until I took them away.

Even before the man got close to his office I felt the girl that had to be the ones the triplets had said needed to feed. I pulled every bit of energy out of her that wasn’t needed to keep her alive. The man panicked when the girl passed out.

“You can’t let her anywhere near me. The last time I was near a succubus, she continued to need more and more energy from me each time she fed. I was told if I fed her one more time the resulting pulse would have been globally catastrophic. This room can’t even contain the pulse from her feeding off of me even once,” I told him. “Plus something happened to me then too. If I ever pull in enough energy to actually cause me to pulse, it is likely to vaporize the planet. I don’t know why, only that I’m not sure I have a limit on how much energy I can now hold inside me.”

I doubted he had any idea of Steve’s group of people like me existing, but there must have be some sort of communications network. Maybe it was through Anna or someone similar who had multiple secret allies. Somehow he had heard about my time with the succubus, just not anything specific enough to identify me. He became very pale suddenly. With a quick call two men came into the room. One was holding the boy, the other picked up the unconscious girl. Both quickly disappeared through the back door. I went out the main door toward the two girls and the boy I had “fixed” somehow.

I forced their eyes to stay closed, to keep them from seeing me, and pulled enough energy off them, so that they couldn’t move, before I told them, “You are going to be safe now. I made it go away like you asked. I only hope none of those evil people who hunt those like you never find out that you had been special. If they did they will find that part of your brain is burned out now. Nothing can make it grow back. You don’t want to know what things they will do to you to make sure it can’t somehow be reversed.”

“Thank you,” the boy said softly. “The doctors said we all had tumors that would kill us within a month. Our parents were told they should make our last weeks as pleasant as possible. Each of our parents burned through millions trying to get them to see if they could remove the tumors without us dying. Some of these doctors told my parents that they had a way where they could hook us up to special machines to keep us alive for months, or even years, while they studied the supposed tumors. These evil doctors planned to milk my parents for hundreds of millions of dollars by telling them they are trying to do all they can to get rid of the tumors without killing us. Since the only way they could try to verify different techniques, without killing us, was to remove most of our skulls. We had to be kept in completely sterile environments so they could never come anywhere near us. It wasn’t like we would be able to talk to them anyway since we were required to be sedated to keep us from hurting ourselves. I can already tell that you did what you said. I no longer feel the tumor draining my body of energy anymore.”

The owner had heard it all. He had someone take them to the hospital that was part of the resort. I don’t know what he was going to have done to them, but the three were no longer a threat to anyone like us or his daughters anymore.

When everything finally settled down, the doors to the room were closed again and I had the triplets surrounding me like before. The man was sitting in a chair in front of his desk facing me.

“Darren. For saving me and my daughters, I feel I owe you at least an explanation for why I had you summoned here today,” he told me. “I too felt the sickness reaching out for me and the girls. I felt it earlier today when you were sleeping with the horniest of my three triplet daughters. As you already know, we have a link between us so I sensed something was very wrong with them. I went up to their rooms to find both of her sisters had awoken from having the same exact bad dream. When their sister tried to scan you they all felt that you weren’t someone they were going to be able to scan. It was all too coincidental and I don’t believe that such things are completely unrelated. When she returned here I felt immediately that you were definitely more than you appeared. I didn’t realize how much more. It is merely by accident the four other children were waiting outside at the same time. It seems it wasn’t a coincidence that I had an anonymous email, which arrived through a highly secured network, to warm me about those four being a threat to me and my girls. There are only a select few staff here who know about my eldest daughter and none who know of her needs. It makes me shudder to think how I could have vaporized this entire island and everything I built here. I brought her here to drain your energy so you would be unable to prevent the triplets from finding out your secrets.”

He started crying. I mean really all out bawling.

While I waited for him to regain his composure I quickly tracked the boy down. I still had a link to him from the place in my head that I was using to keep him and the girl succubus drained. First I stopped pulling energy off the girl. She immediately started stripping and then stripped the boy. He was still effectively asleep, but his dick responded to her touch. Unlike the succubus I had encountered, this girl has some limited ability to push some of her energy into him via his dick when it was buried inside her. My mind kept pulling the energy off him as soon as she gave it to him.

“Please stop. Please, please stop. I worked through the place in your brain to fix the three little kids. He needs me to fix him too. Once I can get started I will be able to make him and me different than we are now. We will both be able to have mostly normal lives again,” she said into my head. “No one will even hunt for either of again.”

Just so we are clear, if I feel you are doing anything I feel is wrong I will drain you both of all of your energy you don’t need to survive.

When I stopped pulling the energy out of him I sat back ready to drain them both completely again. Instead of burning out the places in his brain, as she had with the three kids, she somehow dissolved it so it passed into his spinal fluid. Somehow it was pulled down to the base of his spine. She pulled it across the CSF blood barrier and pushed it into his seminal vesicles before causing him to climax. His semen carried all of the material she removed from his brain into her uterus where she had it absorbed into her bloodstream. When it was pulled into her brain it caused their two minds to be tighter linked then any twin or triplet link I have ever seen. He was still completely unconscious as she used that link to control his mind to the dissolve parts of her brain as she couldn’t do it directly to herself. All of the dissolved brain matter migrated into her milk ducts. Her pushing his mouth to her breast had him suckling her nipple like a baby until his body consumed all of the material she was giving to him. Over and over again they repeated this process until she finally finished changing them both, just as she promised. She wasn’t exactly a succubus anymore and he only had tiny pieces of what had been surgically put into his brain.

Didn’t they say there was some blood brain barrier to make this impossible? But there has to be a way to get stuff to the brain so it can grow. What about medicines. They get into the brain.

When she let him wake up there was a few seconds of his brain figuring out that something had happened to him. Once he was able to open his eyes he immediately focused on hers. Everyone in the room here felt the surge of love the two of them released until the girl cut off the links to everyone except me and each other. I watched them start fucking. While I really didn’t want to watch anyone else screwing I had to see what happened when either of them came.

Whatever changes she made were perfect. I didn’t think it was even possible to do something like that.

Whenever he came, some sort of fluid he produced in his brain was mixed into his semen along with his sperm. Her orgasms forced specific energies into him that he needed to make the special fluid in his brain. As a bonus, her orgasms caused her breasts to fill with milk and equally special fluids from her brain. It took him getting off twice more and her seven times before the two of them had now balanced each other’s bodies to remove the effects of what had happened to brains in the past.

I barely managed to block her trying to share the raw primal orgasmic pleasures the two of them experienced when they both climaxed together. I saw that her sister’s shields had fortunately managed to absorb the energy, but their faces showed they knew exactly what had happened as well as what it meant for their older sister.

Their dad needed to change his pants.

Once he had regained some composure he looked at me before telling the girls it was up to them.

“Darren,” the girl that I had push the candles in asked me as she looked into my eyes. “Can you make us like we were before? It has been a part of us for so long that we can’t live without it.”

“First you have to tell me what made it happen to you? You weren’t born with it,” I told them.

They looked at their dad to explain.

After a sigh, and long pause, he told, “My first wife, their mother, always liked very shiny things. Unfortunately I was a mere project foreman working for time share properties being built in Mexico. We lived ok, but weren’t living the high life. Somehow, she managed to sweet talk the electricians at the job sites to give her all of the wire scraps and then she sought out a metal smith near where we lived in Mexico. He agreed to take a percent of the copper for himself in exchange for combining the remaining copper and with the other metal scraps she brought him. Trading one bronze sheet in ten, she had a master ship builder and his apprentices piece together various salvaged yachts that been wrecked in the last hurricane to come through the area. For our anniversary she presented me with the bronzed monstrosity of a sailboat. Even though it was stormy, she insisted we had to take it out right then. I didn’t even know how to sail the damn thing, but she did. As you can guess, we got caught in the storm. She was at the front of the boat trying to get our son below decks when the first bolt of lightning hit. I still see the images of the lightning boiling all of the water from their cells before their two scorched bodies fell into the ocean. My oldest daughter and I had the triplets between us when the next bolt hit. Our bodies jerked the three girls up off the deck, so the lightning passed through them as I was struck repeatedly. Later my daughter said three bolts of lightning hit me before there was enough of a break for her to push the triplets and I down into the cabin. As you would expect, she took all of the successive lightning strikes until the storm passed. She was seven and the triplets were only three. My only son would have been twenty-one this summer. I was distraught. My wife and son’s body were never found. The Mexican police wrote their deaths off as a storm related tragedy. As far as they were concerned I was just another dumb American tourist and it wasn’t a crime they wanted to be bothered prosecuting. The company where I worked felt differently. I was forced to resign amid rumors I killed my wife for the life insurance policy and I had already replaced her with a bunch of young teen Mexican lovers. I was devastated. When I found out what each of us were able to do, I abused it for my own ends in a blind rage. Three years later my oldest had changed from a sweet little girl to a walking wet dream. By eleven she had boys coming to her to feed her hunger. Her feeding on them imprinted them with a need that would grow until they had to come feed her hunger again. Purely by accident we hit the jackpot when we found a big pocket of trust fund kids. One time with her made each come to me to offer me ever increasing amounts of cash to buy time with her so they could get a short release from their need to feed her hunger. They would burn through money like their crack addicted friends until they had drained their trust funds and were cut off by their parents. Unknown to anyone but them, the triplet’s powers had been growing exponentially. Soon they were learning the secrets of those that were paying to feed my oldest. They became wizards of knowing exactly when to make well timed investments or stock purchase. Compared to them, my limited abilities are only a parlor trick. When I remarried it was to conform to the expected mold for the exceptionally wealth family we had become. In all honesty, my wife is a very caring mother to the girls, but dumb as a box of rocks.”