Chapter 233: I like that you’re broken...

Where is Carlita taking me? Is she shy about messing around with a guy in the same room as her female lovers? Is there something else going on?

We ended up in the room next to Sarah’s. I thought she wanted to be in her room, or bed, to mess around. I was wrong. She pulled her underwear out of her purse, pulled on a pair of shorts that only did the minimum coverage needed to keep her from showing everyone her pussy, got her car keys, and led me off to her car.

Are we going to go to a hotel then? The Scott Inn is within walking distance.

Nope. We weren’t going to a hotel somewhere either. Carlita needed to tell me her story.

Well, that is perfect timing. “Broken” just started to play on the radio.

Carlita had her demons of her own. When she was six, her parents started working with some bad people doing kidnappings and making ransoms. If no one paid what they asked, they killed whoever they kidnapped. Having kids let her parents get into places like hotel pools, family attractions, and other areas where the kidnappers couldn’t go without looking out of place. Her parent’s profiled possible marks to ones looking like they, or their family, had money to burn. They made more in a month than both made in a year at their old jobs. Everything happened via dead drops, anonymous emails, or text messages between burner phones. They never knew for whom they worked. Someone paid a guy put a certain amount of cash in an envelope, which they then put in her family’s mailbox at random times and days. Things were going great until they weren’t.

One of their marks turned out to be a kid from one the elite families, which Darren, not David, now had some influence over. Their family could pay a hundred million dollars out of the cash they carried with them for dealing with such things. The kidnappers snatched the kid from his hotel room, where he was on Spring Break from college. She didn’t know what the kidnappers demanded, but the family paid quickly, and all seemed well. Her parents got twenty thousand US dollars as a bonus for profiling the rich kid because the kidnappers got a considerable ransom.

Yeah. I can see some of the elite families dropping hundreds of millions to get back one of their kids without a second thought. Other’s would depend on the kid.

Unfortunately, the people paying her parents were small-time thugs lucky to get a hundred thousand dollars, if they were lucky. They killed or severely maimed, more of the people they kidnapped than not. The Brazilian Mob took notice of these guys getting a million-dollar ransom and came to collect their “cut.” Things went from bad to much worse, quickly. The rich kid’s family paid millions to groups like the Brazilian Mob to ensure none in their family are kidnapped, raped, murdered, beat up, or have someone so much as spit in their food because their rich kid was a complete asshole.

“Two days after my parents got that big bonus, men came into the house after dinner. They tied me up and forced me to watch them beat the living shit out of my parents before taking them away. It could have been a day, or maybe two, before someone came and broke into our house to steal what they could before someone else beat them to it. The burglars found me sitting in my shit and piss. They didn’t untie me but were nice enough to call the police. I think the cops had orders to get rid of me quietly, without any paper trail. They dropped me on the doorstep of an orphanage. I didn’t even get to change out of my soiled clothes. I was almost nine when this amazing woman took me from the orphanage to the U.S. From the little English I understood then, the cops left my house with ten thousand dollars each and reported there was no little girl tied up in my house,” she told me. “I had seen the men that beat up my parents a foot from where they tied me to the chair. They treated me like a princess while they picked my brain for what they needed to take down the Brazilian Mob. Much like the cops that took me from my home, the woman dumped me on the doorstep of a St. Louis orphanage, but it wasn’t that bad. The Feds used it to dump off orphan kids like me there because it helped get kids adopted quickly using Witness Protection. On paper, it appeared that we had always been their children, including Social Security Numbers. A military family adopted me before I had lived at the orphanage for a week. To appear on the level, they did start doing real adoption paperwork, but the adoption process stalled and then dropped out of the system. When I turned eighteen, I joined the Air Force. A week of tech school to train as an admin found me assigned to Scott Air Force Base, even though my family changed duty stations while I went through basic training.”

Her car was all-wheel-drive, so she easily navigated a path through the woods that ended next to a river.

“Each time I tried to lose my virginity in high school, I came to this spot. I always wore this dress with these shorts. I love my adopted family more than anything in the world. My adopted dad said it was my choice on where I wanted to get stationed. I swapped orders for assignment to Scott. I wanted another chance at having my cherry popped here in this very spot,” Carlita told me. “You don’t have a pencil dick, and you’re not as big around as some of the guys who tried to rid me of my virginity. If you only managed to get an inch of dick inside me, then I will finally be rid of my cherry.”

I found that she had even more stuff tied to this spot than her first time. There was a twin-sized self-inflating air mattress, three thick blankets to go on the ground, pillows, and an old, a beaten up MP3 player with built-in speakers. She got everything set up and then had me lay down to start making out.

If she is getting me this horny making out, no wonder the guys she tried to screw popped off as soon as their dick touched paradise.

She soon had my dick out of my pants and was parting her lower lips with it to get it wet with her juices before sliding it up to rub around on her clit. My dick didn’t mind. I was busy going between tongue kissing her and using my mouth on her nipples. We were in no hurry, so we took our time.

As we continued to make out, she shifted around and put the foot from her top leg on the ground so that she could get my dick where I could push it into a little bit before she went back to rub it in her clit. I noticed Carlita was off in a happy place because she didn’t even react when my dick head opened her up enough to push through her thick cherry. She only snapped back to reality when I rolled her over on her back to start slowly fucking her. I had most of my dick inside her before pulling out to let her rub her clit.

The pillows worked perfectly to prop her up so she could watch my shiny, juice covered dick sliding in and out of her honey pot. She pulled me do to go back to kissing as I slowly fucked her until she came the first time. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she started thrashing around.

I’m not sure what sort of predator sounds the little critters around her think she is, but they are rushing away from her as fast as they can.

I was almost there, so I asked if she wanted me to pull out. She didn’t.

“I don’t give a shit if I get pregnant. I have no clue when, or if, I will find a nicer man to give me a child, but I hope you some saved-up sperm for May. She is going to want to have her little brown box filled with your creamy surprise,” Carlita told me as we skinny-dipped in the lake to clean up quickly.

We had finished packing up the car when we heard a pair of giggles, a yelp of pain, and then a guy let out a long moan. Carlita took my hand to follow a well-worn path to where we saw a boy pulling his limp dick from between a girl’s pussy lips right before his cum ran out of her just deflowered pussy.

“Looks like short, fat dicks with a hair-trigger run in your family, Jimmy. You look about a quarter-inch longer than your big brother’s five inches. I have to say that at least the girl you just used as a cum dump got to feel your dick inside her a bit. Your brother never lasted that long enough to pop my cherry,” Carlita told him.

I’ve never seen a guy dress that quickly and then run off at a full sprint.

The girl he had just cum inside was staring at Carlita as the girl tried to figure out what happened. When she saw me looking at her, she shrieked and tried to cover up.

Carlita told her, “Don’t worry about Darren seeing your naked body, Jenny. Given all the guys I know around here, he is the one you want between your legs. He can go for a long time before he leaves your pink canoe filled with sperm. I know first-hand that his very a gentle and caring lover. He has a nice long dick that isn’t too fat or too skinny. Here, see what I mean.”

The gigglers quit covering their bare breasts when Carlita pulled my shorts to my ankles. Jenny got on her knees to crawl over to get a closer look.

Looking up at me, she asked, “I know guys aren’t into sloppy seconds, but if I went to the river to wash up quickly, could I see how it feels inside me? It looks like it would be a perfect fit. If you shot in Carlita already, then you should last long enough to get as much in as you can before you cum.”

“I know it is bad manners to ask, but how old are you? I don’t want to end up in jail,” I asked.

She was seventeen, the pair of gigglers were sixteen.

Good enough for me.

If seeing the girl and boy having sex had the two other girls giggling, then it was easy to understand their bursting out laughing when they said they were both named Amy. One was a redhead, so she had AR for a nickname. The other was blonde, so they nicknamed her AB.

“If we strip and let you play with our kitties, can we check out your twinkie,” one asked.

What that a redundant question?

They were already on each side of me, facing me, with a leg against mine and the other out to the side as far as they could go. I walked through the jungles and braved their rivers. They seemed to like that before they distracted themselves by tag-team kissing, then licking, and finally starting to suck my dick. Soon we were all naked, and I was in a sixty-nine with one while finger banging the other. Whenever they swapped out, I looked for the who went to wash up.

“If I know Lee, she is stalking that quick fire’s ass so she can beat the hell out of him,” AR said before sitting on my face.

Sit on my face and tell me that you love me.

Carlita said, “Oh, Lane did that first. The little shit was trying to figure out how to get into lee’s car to leave the girls stranded. His clothes are now in her trunk, his arms tied behind his back tied in a way that his trying to get his hands free would rub the rough rope around on his dick and balls. He found out quickly that he didn’t like that very much. She hobbled his legs so he can only take small steps. His cell phone is duct-taped to his back with an alarm set to go off every minute. She is washing up now.”

Both AR and AB decided that they finished having their pussies licked, so they had me seriously finger-bang their hot pockets while they sucked and licked on my dick. Both girls had collapsed on the blanket because they got such a big cum from my fingers.

Lane looked happy, and beyond very horny, when she walked towards me to see her two friends hiding their pussies from my hands as they kept taking turns sucking on my dick.

“I know you just lost your virginity to the dick weed,” I told her as she laid on her back and spread her pussy wide. “You will do so much better if you got on top until you get me inside you as deeply as you can take it. We can figure the rest out from there if you don’t want to stay on top to have sex, at least for a little while.”

“Holy shit Carlita. AR and AD can suck serious dick. He’s still hard, and they won’t let him play with their twats anymore. I can’t believe it. I spread myself to let him take me, and he asked me to get on top,” Lane exclaimed as she got over my dick where AR was holding it in the air for Lane to mount. “Why can’t there be guys like him at school. He would get so much pussy he would probably be responsible for knocking up every girl in school.”

Once she had me in as far as the boy had gotten, before he came, she stopped talking and started making happy little moans as she fucked my dick. Since she kept going after my dick bottomed out inside her, I didn’t make any suggestions that she let me take over. Her first orgasm surprised the hell out of her when it hit. She was back to staring off into space as she tried to figure out what just happened. She figured out right before she came again.

Her stomach and pussy are already telling her she is too sore to cum again.

AR and AB were grinning from ear to ear when Lane tapped out. The two even tag-teamed fucking me, swapping off each time they came. I still hadn’t cum and wanted to, so I got AB up on her hands and knees to power fuck her, but she went limp before long. AR, though, had no problems getting off repeatedly, as I banged her, until I dumped a load in her cum dump, after asking her first.

“I’m going to be in seriously deep shit with my friend for having Darren gone all day long. She passed out from him eating and fingering her, so she is still waiting to have him give her his long dick. I think she will understand why. At least you all learned the difference between fucking a selfish little shit like Jimmy and a guy with a dick that knows how to use it to make a girl cum a lot of times. It doesn’t hurt that he can eat pussy better than any girl or woman who has ever gone down on me,” Carlita told them as we all got dressed.

When we got to their car, Jimmy was in a ball crying his eyes out.

To see if he was worthy of a ride home or getting any his clothes back, he first had to clean the cum out of AR’s pussy and then eat her until she got off. AB went next, followed by Lane. He had to jack off until he came three times while eating one of them. If he could get it up, Lane would ride him. If he came before her, he was on his own to find another ride home. They weren’t heartless about it, though. They hung his clothes up in a tree for when he managed, if he succeeded, to free himself from the ropes.

When we got back to base, the four girls had girl talk while I got a shower. They decided that May was going to have me all to herself while the other three went to eat in town. We were getting our orders to go from there after they finished their dinner. Sarah was going to be sleeping alone in my bed with me tonight.

Of the four women, May fucked out after twenty minutes, at least in her pussy. Once I wrapped my cock with latex and plugged her tight ass, she was getting off harder than when I fucked her pussy. I was still pounding her asshole when the other three girls came back. May was so hot that she ate all three of the others before I finally loaded up the rubber.

“Wow. I thought it was good the normal way. I wouldn’t have ever tried you in my butt if I hadn’t felt you deserved to fuck me somewhere until you got yours. If I had known it would be that good, I would have had a dick in there as often as I could get it. I don’t even feel sore back there. My pussy hurts, but it was good that I, finally, got a good dick inside me. Good night Darren. I have to go now,” she told me.

She quickly dressed and took her food with her as the other women left, so it was just Sarah and me again.

“You had a busy day. Six virgins, or almost virgins, all in the same day,” Sarah told me.

Sarah moved me the couch, slid into my lap, facing me, got me hard, and then fed me as she slowly rode me. Once fed, and our bathroom breaks completed, we started trying to fuck all night long. When the alarm went off at six, I felt fully rested. Sarah, not so much. Anytime we woke up, she wanted to screw again until I gave her another slimy load. I had to fight her into the shower, dress her, and ready to get breakfast. Once we finished breakfast, she took me to where she handed me off to an admin to in-process me, whatever that meant.

I didn’t even know what my orders were or any of the stuff she told me I needed.

“Sorry, Sargent Fisher, Airman Smith’s paperwork and the rest of his belongings are already at his correct duty station. We have the wrong Darren Smith. The moron who did his out-processing sent everything on to his correct duty station, including his orders. Darren got packed up with a group leaving tech school and given a plane ticket here,” he told the admin.

To me, he handed me some papers and then said, “You’re wheels up in one hour. Go pack up your clothes, turn in your room key and be in the MAC terminal waiting area ready to fly out. Don’t miss your flight.”

Now I’m even more confused.

I packed my clothes into the duffle bag. I put Sarah’s clothes on top of the bedspread before folding it neatly. I stripped the sheets off the bed and took them to where Sarah had gotten them when I arrived. She gave me a quick kiss and thanked me for bringing her clothes.

I expected her to be angry. Instead, she told me that someone sent me here by mistake for a reason. It just happened that it was for me to find her so I could help deal with her issues. It was good that I was leaving. She wasn’t ready to fall in love with someone, and neither were her three friends. They would all fall in love with me very quickly, and that would get nasty no matter how good they were as friends.

Ten minutes before I was to fly out, Sarah dropped me off at the MAC terminal. She told me she wanted to kiss me goodbye except that I would miss my flight.

I was one of thirty people getting on a C-130. None of us knew where we were going, only that we would know when we got there. When we landed hours later, we were at a base on North Dakota. The other people went to temporary base housing, while I went to a building next to the MAC terminal.

Inside the building, I sat waiting for someone to return from lunch. After checking my orders and my ID, I got to wait some more. A colonel came looking for me holding a sealed brown satchel.

“Airman Smith, I am Colonel Beavers, and yes, my first name is Harry. My parents had an odd sense of humor. My brother is named Randy,” he as he led me into an office and closed the door. “Sorry for the subterfuge, David. You were already on the ground when cameras detected the fake Honda made to appear like the one you got last year. You did an amazing job detecting their trackers and disposing of them. They were not very good. We spotted them as they tracked the wrong person. You’ve learned some good skills at avoiding cameras. We only just located you on a game tracking camera near a lake yesterday afternoon before you went dark again. It quite a chore getting a captain briefed about what appeared to be a major cluster fuck. Once he finally began reading from our book, it was no trouble to arrange for you to be on the next-hop here. We replaced your beat-up Honda with a less beaten up Camry. It has the same features, but with larger battery capacity. Arrangements are in place for you to go to a local airport to fly as a military courier, in civilian clothes, so that you will bypass security. Your new beat-up car is in long-term parking are T-19. No additional threats exist around your home or Scott AFB. Expect to be home by midday tomorrow.”

Well, this has been fun.

One of the enlisted people in his office guided me to my deluxe, Air Force Blue School Bus for my ride to the airport. On arrival, the security staff guided me through two doors into an area with a lot of safes, some food, and phone booths marked as being secure.

I’m not about to trust them that those phones are secure just because the sign says they are.

I boarded what dad calls a puddle jumper. It held twenty people and had propellers instead of a jet engine. As much power it took to get the little plane into the air, I wondered if we would have enough fuel to get to our destination. Once on the ground, I headed to find T-19.

I have no problem finding my new ride.

It was a mostly flat grey color with some spots where the paint flaked off along some dent. When I tapped a random place, I found that it was metal, with real rust. They covered the backs of the metal panels in layers of carbon fiber and other specially designed reinforcement. I lifted the hood to find another surprise. It looked like the engine was the original one that came with the car, layers of grime and all. The transmission housing looked to match the motor, but inside was a large, high-torque electric motor. Everything else about the engine, other than not having a drive shaft into the transmission, worked like always. Where the pressure plate or torque converter sits in most cars, there was another generator. Once I started it up, I found the alternator wasn’t giving any power the batteries, only the stuff the engine always powered in this car. The generator built into the transmission’s housing provided more than enough juice to quick-charge the cells, power the electric motor, and still have plenty to spare.

Something is amiss. That is serious overkill.

I had the place in my head remove the metal and plastic parts of the car. In one area, I had banks of batteries, as expected. The other area had banks of super-capacitors. Every inch of remaining space behind the body panels and around in the frame contained things I couldn’t even identify. I didn’t know what they did but knew they had their purpose. In one place, I did recognize the directional EMP. Anna showed me something like this when I visited a lab run by her other secret organization that Steve didn’t know existed.

Why would I need an EMP when I can fry their electronics using the place in my brain? Steve must not use people like us to make it or design it.

I will worry about that while driving home. I don’t need to be hanging out anywhere too long, at least not until I know what is going on with the man-in-the-machine. No losing the connections to the world like when trapped on the island. Something odd is afoot.

I planned to drive non-stop, as fast as I could do so safely without attracting attention to get home. I checked around the car for signals coming in or going out of the vehicle. With the car off, the only energy I saw in the car came from the battery for the electric motors and a small bit to the car’s computer, so no electronic bugs. I only stopped to top off the gas, bathroom breaks, and grabbing some food. Well, there was the odd feeling I had going into a monster thunderstorm. It didn’t have the power to create tornados, but there was a lot of lightning.

I guess I can delay my drive home to play with a thunderstorm without being caught.

The GPS in the Camry was a navigation system on steroids. The detailed maps guided me this large clearing bordering on a national park. I pulled into an RV park that had a beaten-up pull-behind type trailer that looked as if someone abandoned it a long time ago. The RV park office looked like a bear had let itself in to find something to eat, and then there were power lines ripped out of the side of the building by a falling tree. Someone had to be using this area at some point. The blacktop and lines looked well maintained with no significant cracks that I could see.

Maybe this is one of those places that only open during tourist season.

It didn’t matter anyway. My car looked matched to the trailer, and no one is going looking for me, in the woods, during a thunderstorm.

I came prepared. When I last gassed up, I chose a bait, tackle, hunting support, and taxidermist shop right off the exit. They had a water-tight, plastic over steel, container to secure food from bears. Part of why it cost so much was that it didn’t let smells out, so bears left it alone. I stripped, put everything in the container, went to the nearest stone picnic table, and put one a knocked-down stone bench on top of it.