Chapter 23: Mission 1 – What the hell happened?

The last thing I remember the fuckers have me tied down and hooked to an electric fence so the evil people could shock me as leverage to make Paula spill the beans. As I awoke, I found myself restrained. No longer filtering out the light, I couldn’t even open my eyes.

I don’t even have the energy reserves to filter out the light. I may be naked and strapped down, but at least I am not I a hospital, again.

Taking a deep breath, I concentrated hard on the place in my head. It was off now, and it took a lot of effort to make it turn on. That hadn’t happened before. Sometimes it was hard to turn off, but it always turned right on when I wanted. Oddly I found it was green, but as I watched it, a tiny spot of blue began to show right in the center. For no reason at all, I felt my body starting to tingle before starting to itch all over. Slowly my body began to itch as the blue started absorbing the green. Bam! The green was gone, as was the itching.

Checking over my body let me see that I was nearly out of the beneficial energy. Without making the place in my head do anything, I saw a surge of multiple colors of energy that my shield converted it to what my body needed right then. I’ve only pulled in a single color, but now I had swirling energy colors attacking things in my body to purge them from my system.

“Whoa there, David! Slow your self down, or you will overload the equipment. You are pulling too much power at once while purging even more,” said a voice through a speaker in here somewhere. “Relax, you are safe now. Everything is fine. Paula is no longer in danger anymore. You protected her.”

His voice reached somewhere in me that did calm me down a bit. The thing is, I wasn’t controlling the energy I pulled into my body or what I released. By relaxing, somewhere deep in my subconscious, a message went to my brain. From the top of my head, all negative energy pushed out of my body. Once the last bits purged out of my feet, I stopped pulling any more forms of electricity into my body. I only had healthy energy in my body now.

A few seconds later, a voice asked, “David? Are you ok now? Do you think everything is under control?”

What does he mean under control? That seems odd to ask. I feel ok, and the blue shield is working again, so I guess I am ok now.

“Yes,” I croaked out. “The place made itself get blue again. I think that keeps me safe automatically.”

“Ok. Please do not attempt to pull any more energy into the chamber. We don’t want you to hurt those entering the chamber to help you. We have no idea how you even managed to pull any energy to you at all. The only energy source going to the chamber right now is from the speaker,” the voice told me.

When I croaked out another “ok” I heard the machines in the room making it so someone could walk in here to the place where they had me restrained. Before long, I listened to the door opening, and then feet running toward me.

“Thank the Goddess! I thought they had burned your brain out and you were gone,” Paula said, hugging me and crying into my chest.

Someone unstrapped me before carrying me out of the room. Some goggles were put over my eyes when we stopped.

“How do those feel David,” a man asked.

I barely feel them at all.

“Ok, I think.”

“Good. Open your eyes slowly please David,” the man told me.

When I looked up, I saw that I was wearing a pair of dark glasses. They felt better than any I had on before, and there was nothing in the way to block my vision.

In front of me, Steve and Jane were holding back a very red-eyed Paula. Beside them was the goggle doctor and someone I didn’t recognize. I saw them look at me in surprise when I slid myself from the arms of the person holding me. I started rocking on my feet.

I feel great. Why is everyone so worried? I bet I could run a mile flat out without getting tired at all. The energy in me feels so pure and clean now, not like it did before we went on that mission. What the heck happened anyway? Did I dream it all?

Steve was talking to me even before I could ask the question.

“As you found out, this organization unexpectedly dismantled the operations at the fixed location. They held a final, high bid auction for the best of their kidnapped children. Every participant paid ten million dollars for the privilege of bidding at the auction, much more if they insisted on doing it by proxy. Boys started at 2 million. Non-virginal, unblemished girls started at 5 million. Virgins, or at least hymen mostly intact, started at fifteen million. These people insisted on cash-only sales. Wire transfers take too long to complete. Each provided their funds for both parties to count. Each sale resulted in the sale price coming out of the available funds. The people selling off the children return the remaining funds when taking delivery at the end of the auction,” Steve explained.

Jane gave Steve a document and then told me, “Our original plan embedded four buyers at the auction. None of the assets ever met the others or had any knowledge the others existed. Initially, these slave traders contacted out assets through the usual channels. Per the established process, each buyer privately reviewed each child for sale before bidding from an undisclosed location. All four assets received notifications yesterday canceling the auction. Entire out of the blue, two of our deep-cover operatives got the details of the firesale. They always worked through intermediaries when making their purchases. None were ever in direct contact with any of this slave-trading group. A government buyer also got contacted regarding the clearance sale. We never disclosed any information regarding our having two of our operatives attending the auction. We played along with the Federal Agency’s plan as if nothing was amiss. Our agents remained unknown until the Fed’s breached the site. They weren’t going to get our people killed as that did with their own.”

“We found out too late that one of the Interpol agents involved in the investigation was on these bastard’s payroll. She got a substantial multi-million dollar payoff in exchange for leaking everything this taskforce had on the operation. This person blew the cover for all the ABC agency’s field agents. These bastards collected each agent and interrogated them thoroughly before they died from a lack of blood. Forensic teams recovered partial bodies of the agents from a dog food factor,” Steve added. “Our operatives managed to send us a message that tipped us off in enough time to mobilize.”

The unknown woman said, “David, these people have specific tastes and the money to get anything they want. Given the nature of their perversions and egos, many of them travel in the same circles which permit them to show off their slaves. As incompetent as ever, one of the agencies sent in their buyer, not even giving a thought to who from this circle of deviants could be present. Everything went to shit immediately when many of the buyers recognized the agent. It was the same agent that got commendations for busting various child sex, and slave rings in the countries these deviants lived. Our deep-cover assets received DVDs of the interrogations and torture for viewing later. Many of the people at the auctions get off on these sorts of videos and snuff films.”

“David, Paula,” Steve started again. “At final count, there were twenty-nine buyers at the auction. Each arrived with no less than two-hundred-million US dollars in cash or gold on top of their entrance fee. Based on the final count, the Feds seized just shy seven-billion, eight-hundred-million dollars. These criminals made our counting of their money trivial since they divided the cash into ten-million-dollar bundles. For our assistance, they Feds paid us, off the books, three-hundred, sixteen million US dollars worth of gold in rewards for the capture of the buyers. They paid us our regular consulting fees for our assistance in their operation. To keep our involvement off-the-books and untraceable, they paid us those fees in gold too. Our final take from the op is fifty-million US dollars shy of a billion dollars. As far as those involved are aware, we were never there, and no paper trail exists to even hint at our involvement.”

The unknown woman interrupted Steve to tell me, “David, please pay attention to this money talk. You and Paula each now have one-hundred, twenty-five million dollars in a well-secured offshore account. After the gold is re-processed, minted, and sold, you will get one-hundred-sixty uncirculated one-ounce, gold American Eagles. Each coin will provide you access to emergency funds without anyone asking a lot of questions.”

“David,” Jane said softly. “Paula won’t tell us what happened in the basement, where they found you two until you were seated next to her. The rescue team located you inside a well-hidden room behind a stone wall at the junction of multiple passages. If not for the gifts of people like us, we wouldn’t have found you. The details we have indicate that you completed your final session when the Feds breached the compound. After neutralizing the staff, and releasing the children, we could not find signs of you two anywhere. After neutralizing the personnel, we cut the power to flush out those who remained. Bloodhounds had your scents and awaited going inside the compound when we heard two loud explosions from deep inside the compound. Multiple teams passed that hidden door during the search. They found the stone wall blown outward, with melted wiring along the walls. Inside we found you bound to a write bed frame and Paula tied to a table. As the team slowly approached you, one stepped on the charred remains of a large adult male. A second search located a body they couldn’t identify as a male or female. The two bodies encountered a high-voltage, high-amperage power source.”

What the heck? Did I kill those two evil people? She told me both appeared electrocuted, so I had to have done it. Why don’t I feel bad about it?

Paula came and gave me a big, tight hug.

“David, I know we have not been very close over the years. When I looked at you as they turned on the transformer, I knew you were faking your screams and thrashing around,” Paula stated loud enough for all to hear. “When the power went out, I knew things went to shit for us. I prepared myself for the worst possible outcome when I noticed you have a strange look in your eyes before you closed them tightly. Whey you opened them again, I saw you were no longer filtering out the light. From somewhere deep within you came a scream that chilled me to the bone. It was such a raw, primal sound that caused both of our captors to retreat as far away from you as possible. Someway, somehow, you connected us. A blue glow expanded from your body to encapsulate me and let me know that I was now completely safe. Nothing could hurt me inside your blue shield. I felt it when you began pulling in energy before the lights in the room exploded. Our tormentors screamed in pain when they touched the big metal door. I observed a glow slowly form over them when their clothes and flesh caught fire. When the door exploded outward, what remained of their bodies dropped into piles of ash. I can’t remember anything else before I passed out.”

Steve took over to explain, “When I looked at your energy, David, you appeared drained. I couldn’t detect any sources of energy, and yet you were charging up your energy reserves exceedingly rapidly. We rushed you both from the building and into a waiting ambulance. Once clear of the compound, a black-ops helicopter transported you back here as quickly as possible. Twice they had to find safe locations where you could pulse when surpassing your body’s maximum energy storage level. Surprising everyone onboard, you store significantly more energy in your body that someone your size. Luckily we found an old power plant with miles of unconnected power lines to absorb your pulse. Even then, it vaporized the wires instantly. Your second pulse came quicky. This time you pulsed in a large lake, killing off all wildlife in the lake and destroying all the boats in the water. No one was hurt. Once placed in the chair in the chamber, you had a much weaker discharge. We expected you to stop cycling now that you had no energy sources from which to draw energy. While we waited on you to awaken, out energy sensors in the chair and restraints indicated you began charging up again. Our scientists are going over every inch of the chamber now to figure out how you were able to tap into the disconnected power feeds. The chamber is grounded.”

I explained to him that I suspected I pulled my energy directly from the ground to charge me up again. It had any possible time of energy I could ever need and got as much as I wanted.

“How long was I out?”

Putting her hand on my arm, Jane answered, “Not long, David. We found you and Paula around four AM. The helicopter returned us here before six AM. It is a few minutes after two PM. I doubt you would be up this early at home if you went to bed at four AM.”

That made everyone chuckle a bit.

Even after having pulsed in the lake, I felt scuzzy and asked to take a shower. No such luck. I needed to deal with the funk for a short while longer. Food, on the other hand, wasn’t a problem. Steve’s people were feeding us on the way to a federal office where the staff would examine, interview, and process us with the other kids. I had to deal with the government red-tape required to add criminal charges to the buyers they arrested, along with some other matters. Our examiner’s briefing included signs of our being hypnotized and brainwashed so well that we believed ourselves to be someone else. The facility would begin treating the slaves the buyers they brought with them from home, other kids, and us. I needed to accept my fingers in my butt to check my prostate.

Yeah! More semen samples.I

With an unsettling grin, Steve came over to hold me down while Jane injected a big syringe of stuff into my leg. It started cold but began to burn as it went around inside my body. Steve told me to relax and not fight it. The burning would stop soon. If the place in my head didn’t sense this had to happen, the needle wouldn’t have gotten through it.

“Sorry, David,” Jane said from beside me. “When you woke up in the chamber, you purged your body of all of the drugs they forced into your body. The federal facility draws multiple vials of blood to ensure you aren’t a plant. We knew every compound sed on you, but what I injected in you triggers custom code in their equipment to indicate it contains what they are testing to find. It was trivial to synthesize, but now what caused you the discomfort. We must mimic the physiological effect their drugs have on your body. Those examining you will expect you to stay erect for hours with quick, frequent orgasms. Providing they follow the protocol correctly, you will go in a room with a subset of rescued females. If you don’t behave similarly to previous males, they will become suspicious. Psychologically you are a normal horny teenaged male. By placing you with these girls, you get a pass to satisfy your insatiable desires to have as much sex as possible with any available female. Analysis of Paula’s blood indicates that the girls will also seek sexual relief.”

Paula and I donned robes for the helicopter flight to the ambulances. We had a long way to fly, but this was a black-ops helicopter. Paula explained how it was quieter and faster than used by our military. It had awesome countermeasures including a way to hack into the computers on missiles to make them turn away. Somehow Steve’s company always seemed to have the very latest things like this well before the government even knew they existed.

Once we were on the ground, Steve and Jane both changed into Paramedic uniforms while Paula and I stripped off the robes. Paula had in a tampon to keep in the sperm from the evil man. Since she is a girl, she rode on the stretcher with a blanket and sheet. I got a coverlet. We went around on a lot of back roads before Steve stopped to talk to someone outside his window. The Feds waited to see if I would wake up before starting interviews. We were not the first or last group to arrive. I saw some more ambulances just pulling in as I went through the dark glass doors. We eventually arrived at a small room where a nurse said that if we needed to use the bathroom, we had to tell them so they could get urine from us. She told us to get on a gown and go out through the door at the back. Paula was warned not to clean up “down there” without giving a reason why. Paula made herself blush as she dropped the sheet.

“Miss, after what you experienced, there is no point trying to be modest now. You have nothing that we here haven’t seen before. The sooner you get your butt in gear, the less you will hold up the process,” the nurse said flatly.

We quickly helped each other tie our gowns and went through the door as told.

After going down a short hallway, we ended up in a room with beds that only had a bottom sheet. The chairs and couches had puppy pads overtop of protective plastic. I heard a lot of girls crying around the room, but no one was looking at us until we closed the door.

Off to the side, I saw someone running towards me. I just managed to turn to see the last girl I had been inside before the two agents that had their heads blown off. The look in her eyes as she jumped in the air made it look like she was going to push me down to the floor and beat me up. Paula quickly got behind me to steady me as the girls locked her arms and legs around me in a death grip, right before she began bawling into my shoulder. Paula guided us to the nearest couch. If she hadn’t, I would have dropped the girl. She was incoherent as she cried, and I was only able to make out what sounded like she was happy I was alive. I saw her sit back to look at me and noticed my goggles, but didn’t say anything as her lips locked on mine to start French kissing me.

I was mostly hard from whatever Jane gave me, so it didn’t take more than a few seconds of kissing to have me rock hard. When she felt it, she pulled away before starting to cry again. She apologized over and over again about making me hard. All I could think to do was rub her back as I told her that I remembered how good her body looked naked, and the pleasure of her pussy wrapped snugly around my boner. It didn’t matter that we had no choice about screwing each other. It still had felt terrific. I told her that maybe I could last long enough for her to feel good too. She didn’t need to fake it here.

She moved her mouth to my ear to say, “No girl ever forgets her first time, and you were so good to me when you didn’t have to be. Other girls told me how they were taken roughly by boys just so the boys could get off and go to the next girl. They were forced just like us, but I liked doing it with you. Plus we got rescued, so that is a bonus.”

Paula tried in vain to get the girl to let me go or move off my lap. When I looked around, I saw that most of the girls here had moved a bit over closer towards us. I couldn’t hear them very well. What I did hear was that I had been gentle taking their virginities and making sure they got to cum for real at least once before I had to pull out. Another girl, who was next to the side of the couch, said that if I had not been there, the evil man would fuck them with his monster dick. He would get millions for the movies. When he pulled his dick out of them, they would not be useable for anything but blowjobs and licking pussy. They had started to talk about what could have happened to them if they had been made to go with the men that bought them. When doctors and nurses came in, they all got instantly quiet.

We each went off to small rooms with a nurse and doctor. They wanted to know if I had sex with anyone but the girls in the compound to find out if I might have an STD I gave the girls. I had to tell them if could still feel the sex drugs. The doctors said no one would ask about how we arrived at the compound, but they did. I gave them the story that Paula and I worked out. It was light on the details. A few minutes later and they sent me back into the main room.

I got onto an available bed and laid back to pretend to sleep while I looked for Paula. I located her quickly and began looking at the energy in her body. She had a lot of the evil man’s sperm inside her and some fertilized her waiting egg. I watched the egg rapidly splitting as I zoomed in for a better look. Inside I could see the tainted energy from the evil man. I had no idea of the best way to kill the egg, so I pulled hard on the power inside it. Instead of pulling out like with zits, it popped the egg open causing the stuff inside to pour out. Searching the cabinet showed me the exact color of energy I needed to remove the man’s dirty power from Paula’s body. The stuff from inside the egg and his dead sperms were waiting on someone to remove the tampon to allow to goo to drain from her pussy.

I woke to the girl, who cried into my shoulder before, kissing me before climbing into the bed. Through our gowns, I felt her hot pussy pushed against my hardon. I didn’t even have time to react. She pulled our paper gowns up and adjusted my dick to rest like a hotdog in her steamy bun. That was it. The girl sat there with my dick between the mounds on each side of her pussy.

“Thanks,” Paula whispered in my ear. “I felt you doing something inside me that took care of the egg Jane said looked like the bastard’s sperm was going to fertilize. I don’t know what else you did, but I feel a whole lot better now.”

The girl on top of me stayed just like that until the doctors and nurses told everyone to get naked. A few girls complained about being cold once they got naked, but that was it. Not a single one of them said anything about the doctors doing it with a boy in the room sporting a shiny wet boner. Girls were moved onto the exam beds, pulled forward to have their butts on the edge of the bed, and feet pushed into metal posts. Their pussies spread open for all to see. Those checking the girls used shortened medical terms as they inserted different things inside a girl’s cock pocket. Paula explained that the doctors were doing a rape kit on each girl. Right now, they were getting out any sperm they could find. Different tools checked for any damage inside a girl’s pussy. They needed a semen sample, or three, for the doctors to match my DNA to the sperm from the girls. The men they arrested already their DNA sequenced from their sperm and cheek swabs. Each time they matched one of the bastards DNA, they attorney general tacked on more time to their sentence. The machines that analyzed the sperms were smart enough to estimate how long ago the guy came in the girl. These machines are even able to tell many times a guy screwed the girl.

That seems way out there, but given the incredible changes I’ve had since the accident, I can’t call bullshit.

After doctors completed examining the girls, one doctor told us that other than torn hymens, they so no permanent damage. All would heal up just fine.

A nurse rolled over a cart and explained that they needed a semen sample. The girl in my lap looked at the cart and asked why she needed anything more than gloves and cup?

“Sweetheart, I’m just following the doctor’s orders to tell me to examine his testicles and prostate. I use a prostate massage to encourage his body to produce the sample,” the nurse nicely explained.

The girl thought for a second before asking, “Why can’t you get the sample the out the same way boys do it? I’m not a guy, but I don’t like a finger, or anything, up to my butt. It won’t get me off.”

Don’t laugh. How did the nurse make her face do that?

To stop them arguing, I said, “I don’t know if I have anything to give. I’ve had my prostate checked before the child protective services people took me to my foster home. I don’t want anyone’s finger in my butt. That wasn’t fun at all. If you only need a sample, I will jack off. It won’t be unpleasant for anyone.”

The nurse had me turn on my side. She pushed her well-lubricated finger in my butt and felt around for a few seconds before pulling her finger out. She cleaned my butt and had me sit up so she could check my balls. That took more than a few seconds because she had multiple boxes to fill out.

Shouldn’t she have gloved on like she did when sticking her finger up my butt?

Her warm, soft fingers on my balls gave me instant wood. That turned out to be a good thing because she had to examine my penis under magnification to check for any signs of damage.

She tossed the girl a plastic test-tube and told her to put up or shut up.

The girl quickly laid on top of me and started kissing me as she ground her clit against my dick. Without anything to make it slippery, my dick and her clit were getting irritated. She didn’t have enough pussy juice to help out, so I put my hands in her hips to have her clit slide over the head of my dick to get some pre-cum.

No point in having a slimy pool of goo under my dick making a mess.

That did it. I felt the girl’s hot juices taking over to lubricate her grinding. She locked lips with me when she came and then luxuriated in my arms as she enjoyed the afterglow. A few minutes later, she reached between us, made sure my dick was hard and slid my dick inside her easily. She begged me to do everything I could to not cum before she an orgasm from sex all on her own, because she wanted it, not because someone forced her. The nurse told her to hurry up. A girl was holding the test tube waiting to get my semen.

Is it the drugs, or because I’m tired? I feel like building to a big cum only to stay feeling great.

This time I knew I was going to cum, but the girl beat me to it. Her pussy squeezing the hell out of my dick stopped me before I could get off. Not being able to fuck took the edge off. When she said to do it, I rolled us over to start going to town on her pussy. Her pussy wasn’t hot or very wet anymore, so I didn’t think she was enjoying us screwing. I started to pull out of her when she began to cum.

Is she ever going to stop getting off?

Soon I loudly announced that I was about to cum. When it hit, I slammed into the girl to give her the first two shots. Someone pulled us apart as someone else got the test tube in place to catch my cum. It didn’t seem that I was going to stop shooting big wads of semen into the test tube. To me, it felt that I came for over a minute.

Being a nice boy, I looked around to find something to wipe us up. Nothing was close at hand. It turned out that it didn’t matter anyway, they sent us through another door into the large shower room. The staff told us that no one leaves the shower room until our bodies were washed from head to toe five times. They added at the end that all doors had a thirty-minute timer before they would unlock, even if we had finished washing. We didn’t need to rush and would not run out of hot water. An alcove off to the side held a toilet if we needed to go. A technician would be waiting next to a small opening in the wall to collect urine samples.

Unless they need to shit, I’m pretty sure they will pee in the shower versus get pee everywhere trying to pee in a cup.

Even if the girls were forced to do a lot of sex with me, and each other, that didn’t mean they weren’t in here as naked as me. I went to the center showerhead post, where I could check out as many as possible. Right off, I saw most of the girls doing their best to wash in as tiny of an area around them as possible, to keep from accidentally bumping their naked body against someone else. Once I washed my hair and body, I asked Paula if she wanted me to scrub her back.

Paula grinned from ear to ear as she came over to have me scrub her back, hard. She complained about how she felt dirty all over. The tension in the room faded away. I went ahead to wash Paula’s hair too. Seeing this many naked girls isn’t what gave me wood, remembering how good it felt inside the girl that raised my flagpole. I ignored it. When it inevitably brushed against Paula, I acted as if nothing happened.

I soon found a girl behind me that started scrubbing my back. She got me to spread my legs apart, slightly, to wash my butt. My cock bounced a few times as she worked two soapy fingers up into my butthole to ensure it was clean in there too. While the girl rinsed out my hair and began to shampoo it again, an unknown pair of hands started washing my front. Before I could tell them I would clean my dick and balls, they did it for me with no more than a few strokes to lather my dick with soap.

I enjoyed them washing me, so I returned the favor when I could. I did try to use a washcloth versus my bare hands. The girls gave me big smiles and quick pecks on the cheek when I finished washing them. The first few were apprehensive about me cleaning their pussies, but one girl gritted her teeth, put her foot on my leg, and directed my hand to show me how to wash a girl’s pink canoe. When she let go, I cleaned her pussy again. I rinsed out the washcloth, re-soaped it, and finished bathing her. Any girl I washed after that put her foot on my knee when I needed to wash up between their legs. Two liked me bathing them, but kept their legs together, so I washed the rest of the girl before handing them the washcloth. I got another one that I soaped up to soap up whoever was in reach.