Chapter 21: Undercover David

Warning: There are some parts in this chapter dealing with violence, rape, and snuff films as part of the storyline for this mission. It is only for story development, and it isn’t the central theme at any time. Please skip that part of this chapter or the entire chapter altogether if this is a subject that you find uncomfortable.

What could be so urgent that we had to rush out without me at least throwing on the robe? Can’t he at least give me some hint before I go tearing off after him?

Anna stopped me thinking about what was going on as she pulled me after her into a different secret elevator at the back of the room.

“We dismiss the security team when the hidden panel locks in place in front of the elevator. The room will no longer be on lockdown,” Steve said as the elevator started going down.

When the doors opened, I got in the back of a limousine. Paula was sitting up close to the driver and wearing only a thin robe. On the seat, there was a pile of girl’s clothes that Anna started putting on as we drove. Now that I had time to relax a bit, I found I was starving.

It is good that they have a cooler full of sandwiches.

“David,” Steve, stared explaining. “Everything you saw of my company today is completely above board and fully available to any inspections the government wishes to undertake. Even the testing chamber is available should they become aware of its existence. Unfortunately for them, only sensory deprivation test results exist in our unencrypted records. Anything even remotely containing information about people like us is only kept in electronic form and protected by an extremely high level of encryption Paula created. There is no way anyone, except Jane and me, can access all of that data. The researchers have access to less than five percent, and that requires approval from specific staff members that change every single time data is accessed. Off-the-books, I have a large number of shell companies formed in such a way that no one can trace them back to me or any of those like us. To protect all of us, I will not go into the details of how those companies transfer funds they receive for our unique services. I wish we had more time to better acclimate you to the much larger world to which you are now a part of, but time is short.”

Anna interrupted to say, “Steve. You keep forgetting David is fourteen. He has had a busy day. This sort of stuff is too boring.”

Paula turned to me and said, “Sorry that you are getting pulled into what is going on faster than any of us expected. We believed there was a lot more time to get everything set up. Something changed recently, and no one knows what exactly caused it. From what I know, the people who watch hospitals for multiple lightning strike survivors started noticing the same groups of men and women going to children’s hospitals to inquire about patients. It wasn’t long before someone noticed the trend. Inquiries were made specifically about children between ten and fourteen that were still in the first stage of puberty, or who showed signs of increased levels of hormones which cause puberty. The watchers began questioning these suspicious individuals. Their story is that they worked for a private contractor hired by the local child protective services to locate runaway wards of the state. Their contracts showed there was a substantial finder’s fee given because of a mandate to protect these runaways from child sex trafficking and prostitution. Part of their services is to conduct a psychological analysis of each child so that they can place them with families that will make them happy, to keep them from running away again. We did numerous checks into their company and associated government records to find they did check out on paper. We found very detailed employment histories and tax records which matched their stated amount of time working for their company. Our government had multiple black-bag teams who watch for signs of tampering with IRS and Social Security records. I verified that these employment records in the database of seven different black-bag agencies, none of which know the other exist with the same mission.

“Something didn’t feel right. Everything was too perfect. There is no way someone didn’t mess up something somewhere that needed correcting. One of Steve’s off the books companies began tracking each of the children this company had recovered and subsequently placed in a foster home matching their psychological profile. Something extraordinarily odd patter appeared when they studied the placements spread over seven states. These people were careful, but not quite careful enough. Statistically, it has been that siblings do best when kept together as a family instead of splitting them up. The analysis showed this to be their Achilles’ heel. We found that they only place pubescent children into these preferred homes. The siblings who didn’t match their specific criteria ended up put in state-run orphanages in places like North Dakota, Michigan, Wisconsin, and Texas. State where these people don’t get paid to recover runaway wards of their child welfare system. Our further research found that the orphans were in the hospital because of the very accidents leading them to become orphans. None of these children had any living next of kin, and no one would miss them, so we began to suspect someone orchestrated everything,” Jane told me.

Paula jumped in to add, “Things took an odd turn when we found that every single one of the children placed into the preferred foster homes so happened to be beneficiaries to multimillion-dollar life insurance policies. Their teenaged siblings, or those under ten, were left out in the cold. As soon as they took custody of these children, the life insurance funds were deposited into a trust with this child recovery company as the executor until the children were twenty-one. Within months of a child moving into the company’s preferred foster homes, they were adopted and the funds transferred to the new family, documented clearly in the standard paperwork files in an adoption. It has taken a year to manage to get operatives into this company’s rank and file staff. As far as anyone who works for this company was aware, everything is completely legit. The standard company line was that the psychological profile helped to place the children with families who lost children of a similar age and mannerisms to one of the orphans. It allows the families to watch their adopted children develop physically and mentally into teenagers as their own would have if they lived. It was all bullshit, but all of the staff drank the Kool-Aid. It didn’t take long for someone in the company to notice our operatives were very adept at locating the children, which exactly matched the target profile. Each of our operatives quickly established a strong bond with each child as they worked through the placement process. Soon some of our operatives were scheduled for lunch meetings with people who we never saw entering any of the company’s offices. After some praises, the unknown parties said that they needed the operative to use their bond with the child to broach a touchy subject, the child’s sexual histories. They wanted to know everything from playing doctor to masturbation, sexual exploration with same-sex peers to intercourse with male peers. Of course, that included any sexual contact with adults.”

“As Paula started to explain,” Steve said, taking over for her. “At first, the questions were around if the child had masturbated, did someone show them how to masturbate, how often they did it, and where they did it the most. Intermixed into questions were those about normal childhood sexual experiences. Since the operatives were very adept at interrogations, the children felt comfortable enough to go into explicit details, as well asking questions about techniques, how it should feel, and if it was normal to climax while doing it. Given that success, the unknown people were asked to see if the children were interested in seeing and touching this adult naked. Soon their questioning led to asking if the children wanted to be naked with the adult, and maybe learn about sexual things from the adult. Some operatives were asked to ask if there were any kids in school where they had tried to peek at naked. Based on the children’s answers, the case manager could offer to allow the child to explore their sexual curiosity using the adult’s body. By this point, the operative had established such an intimate bond that both were naked with no signs of modest. As the child explored their sexuality with the adults, the operative asked about the kids being

attracted sexually to any of the other children in their foster home. For collecting the requested sexual data, the operatives were given a fat bonus in cash. The final task for an operative was to arrange it so that the child just happened to be at the right place, and at the right time to come across their naked and sexually aroused foster sibling. We found the same scenario playing out. The two children were home alone in the foster home with everyone out for some reason or another. With near stupid repletion, the children were sexually primed to live out their sexual fantasies with their foster sibling.”

“Conniving bastards,” Anna spat out. “For weeks, the children were slipped increasing doses of antidepressants, opioids, and Cyproterone to keep them from being able to get off. The people running this show would then cut the kids off the night before the planned event. To ensure that things when as planned, both children had GHB, on man boner pills, alcohol, and speed throughout the say. Before their foster family left, each child received multiple doses of Ecstasy in liquid form. With no inhibitions and a crazy need to get off, they couldn’t help finding each other to fuck like rabbits.”

Paula told me, “We found there were some older teenagers who had issues that caused them not to start puberty yet. All of them were orphans. Girls had their puberty stopped before their breasts developed too much and before pubic hair started to grow. Boys would get stopped once they could ejaculate. As part of their training as operatives, we had them hypnotized and brainwashed to believe they were actually eleven or twelve years old to match their body’s bone age. Then we had them show up on this company’s radar. It is how we found out a lot of the details we couldn’t get otherwise.”

“David, you already know Paula had her fourteenth birthday after school started. What you didn’t know was that her body hadn’t started to develop until just recently. Everything was working right with her hormones, but her body wasn’t ready to develop. As a result, she is perfect to go undercover. You, more than anyone else, know that your development is behind your peers as well,” Jane told me.

“We need you to go with Paula. Not because of your lack of sexual development, but because you are like Anna, Jane, and I,” Steve told me. “I need someone able to do extraordinary things to protect my little girl on this mission if something goes sideways. We don’t want to underestimate these people.”

Jane told me, “We closely monitored the older teen operatives once they made it into their foster homes. Each began being expertly molding into having sexual fantasies about one of their foster siblings. The mind games already had them getting turned on when they were around each other, and their foster siblings started in their masturbatory fantasies. Their bloodwork showed what Anna told you. Like clockwork, the female, who had to have an intact hymen, was deflowered. Boys remained erect no matter how frequently they climaxed. All of these paired up children were frantically screwing like rabbits when their entire foster family magically appeared due to some unexpected reason that brought them home. Given the fake hard-code, born again, strict Christion values of their foster families, the contract agencies removed the children from their homes. No one questioned their reasoning. From there, everything gets a bit screwy.”

The whole thing is screwy. How does this even happen without at least one of these kids going to the cops about being molested?

“According to the paper trails, the adoption process depleted a large amount of each child’s trust. The remainder covered room and board for the children at a facility that treats sexually deviant children. These people carefully chose states where the child protection agencies remove all traces of the orphan children from their records upon transfer to different US State. It is very similar to how the witness protection program works. Each child picks a new identity from one of the hundreds of bins with blue packets for boys and pink for girls. Ages are on each envelope. Their system is designed to randomize what each place holds. At the end of each day, a crew collects half of the bins from each facility and shreds them on the spot. They replace them with newly created packets” Jane added.

So what exactly does all of this have to do with me protecting Paula anyway?

Anna could not seem to wait for Jane to finish telling me about what happens next. She sat there in a white bra and her panties down around her ankles.

“I don’t have an issue with them ripping off the insurance companies, but these sick fuckers are stealing everything their parents left them too,” Anna said, angrily. “If that wasn’t bad enough, the drag these kids off to make kiddie porn movies before selling them off as child sex slaves. Kids that don’t sell and fuck well on camera get sent off to make kink videos for a while. The rest star in snuff films. Their snuff films.”

How could someone do this to anyone, much less to kids that just lost their family?

Paula put her hand on mine and waited until I calmed down before she said, “We have to do something now and why we transferred you this weekend instead of waiting until Monday. While digging through some new information, from our operatives, instead of their usual pattern of spreading their activities over months, things began happening all at once. We must do something right now, or these people will go underground and be gone forever. I ran scenarios through three different analysis engines only to find the same results. Most concerning is that every child in a preferred foster home had their trusts liquidated at one minute past midnight on Saturday. Our GPS tracking implants, in out agents who appear to be tweens, show them leaving their homes for sexually deviant children. Most concerning is that they completely disappeared out in the middle of nowhere. Right now, we are driving to a location where we will be replacing a boy and girl they removed from their foster home for being caught having sex. Both are almost dead ringers for the two of us right down to eye color and amount of pubic hair. We had them both planted into the same foster home in case you were ready to leave the hospital when we had to move into action. You don’t have to go with me on this mission, but I hope that you will. We have no way to know if the federal agents will arrive in time or what these people have planned. It would be nice if at least someone there who can cause some trouble if things turn bad.”

How can I not help try to keep her safe?

For the next hour, I was told all about what I could expect. These people forced kids to do whatever the people paying wanted to see kids doing in a video. There was no question that I would be having sex with girls. It might be doing everything with boys too.

I don’t think I am gay, but is there a chance I like boys more than girls? I’m not grossed out by the thought of doing everything with a boy at least once.

“David there is no way to even hope to sugar coat this,” Steve told me. “It is going to be unpleasant for everyone, even those who get to climax. What you need to remember is to do all you can do to keep from getting off until they tell you to do so. At the same time, you have to do everything possible to ensure the girl, or boy, have as many orgasms as possible. Make sure that you don’t use your shield to block any of the drugs they will be giving you to perform on camera. If you can find a way to disable it, that would be the best.”

Anna told me, “Steve if he does have a shield, he at least needs to use it to protect him from any sexual diseases. Normally all of these kids are disease-free, but things have changed dramatically. We can’t be sure of anything now.”

When we arrived at a small office complex, Steve and Jane said Paula, Anna, and I go to a secured room in the building to help me see if I could learn to do something. Once finished, Paula and I go to where the people making the movies should be picking us up.

Once we got to the room, Anna had her clothes off again in a flash. Paula dropped her robe and then I saw her staring at the floor. Anna turned Paula toward me before holding her arms up so that I could see Paula’s naked body for the first time.

I noticed what Paula was talking about earlier. She did not have any boobs at all. Instead, Paula had little volcano-like places capped with pale pink cherry halves on top. Down between her legs, she was bald as far as I could see. Anna told me to get down to take a closer look. I noticed that Paula had some short, straight hairs sticking out along the side of her muff.

I have to kiss on the T her pussy makes at the top of her bearded clam.

As soon as my lips touched her skin, Paula moved to push me on my back. She was reaching between her legs to get my dick lined up with her pussy.

I thought she said she was still a virgin. How can she know what to do if she never did it before? I don’t think I could get lined up on the right my first time even with all the porn I watched.

I lost my train of thought when my dick plunged into Paula scorching hot pussy. She was so wet that it was hard for her to keep me from popping out.

Shouldn’t I have cum already?

As much as it felt like it was going to happen any second, the clock showed it took over twenty minutes before I felt my dick throbbing in Paula for a long time. When I started to go limp, Anna rolled us over carefully, got two pillows under Paula’s butt, and then had me move away.

“Don’t touch your dick at all David. It needs to have blood-stained cum dried on it. Paula will have a lot up inside her that will make sure there is plenty of still gooey blobs oozing out of her to mix with the blood from her popping her cherry. Your cover story is that the two of you were about to get the last round of drugs that would have you fucking like rabbits without noticing anything else around you. Before that happened, they snatched you two up early. The two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Both of you were so horny that sex was inevitable, so they allowed it while waiting for transport to the staging area,” Anna told us. “We are on a tight timeline, and Paula needs at least two more good loads after removing the hairs around your dick so that all you have are a few on your balls. That is what they are expecting.”

How is she going to remove the hairs on my dick so they can’t tell I had any?

My answer came in the form of her putting her soft hands around my dick and burning them right above the part that grew the hair. She then put some hot wax on them, smoothed some on some cloth over the wax and pulled.

“If I hadn’t burned the hairs above the root that would have hurt, a lot,” Anna told me as she inspected her handiwork. “Now we don’t have the time for you to fuck to fire off two more loads into Paula, so I am going to show you how to push energy into a girl’s clitoris, nipples, vagina, and g-spot to make them cum, hard. Then I will show you how to cum on demand as well.”

I didn’t have any problems making you cum a bunch of times, and I already know how to make me cum, just not on demand.

I felt a shock go through my stomach that made me immediately look at her as I turned on the place in my head.

If she was going to play dirty, then I could too,

I was mad about the things these people did to the kids and wanted nothing to do with Anna playing games with me.

Anna just stared back at me and said, “I told you we don’t have time to fuck around David and I meant it. Now Paula and I are going to rub our clitorises. You need to watch all of the energy pulses going up from our clits to our brains. I am going to bring myself to orgasm as you watch so that you can see the difference between what Paula is doing to feel good and what I do to make myself cum. Them I’m going to use a dildo to orgasm from just vaginal stimulation. After that, I will bring myself off multiple times by my g-spot. Since you and I see the pulses of energy differently, you will have figure it out on your own. It shouldn’t be that hard to find with Paula, and I both masturbating. When you think you have it, let me know so that I can bring myself off as you watch.”

Yeah, I’m watching two girls rubbing their pussies, and you want me to close my eyes?

Anna had to shock me again and tell me to get to work figuring out the energy colors instead of perving on them. I was struggling to figure out where to start when I found myself zoomed close on their clits like I had one eye focused on each one. No matter how long I watched, I only saw pulses of energy on the squiggly lines of their fingers rubbing then clits.

“Ok, I am going to stop for a minute. I can’t say if this will work for you, but try to make yourself not see any of the colors of energy in my body. Do like you did with the doctor and see our clitorises up close. If you can do that it will be a lot easier,” Anna explained.

Sounds as good as the other thing I tried before. I mean that is sort of how it worked when I was trying to look for the bad energy inside of Emily as well as cancers, diseases, and zits.

Bang! I was seeing her naked body from her pussy up to her head. I still didn’t find the energy pulses, so I told her to start rubbing again.

Just like that, I was seeing her naked body as her fingers started making light purple pulses go up from her pussy to her brain. From there, a spot in her head sent out bright magenta colors to her nipples and pussy. I’m pretty sure that the dark pink energy on both sides of her hole was the place that made her pussy slippery. The faster she rubbed, the bolder the light purple pulses got until Anna had a big explosion of purple energy all over her body. It wasn’t just purple though. I saw swirls of gold and silver that pushed out from her brain down into her clit. When she pushed a fake dick inside her hole I saw the purple was a different shade of purple mixed with gold swirls. Before she came she said her pussy was starting to hurt, so she switched to a small dildo with a curved up end. That caused the same purple energy as the other one, but instead of gold swirls, it had flecks of agate.