Chapter 277: The Fish You Can Find

What have I gotten myself into now?

I expected a fight when I slid the love tunnel scrubber, the nurse’s name for it, not mine, onto my finger, and then got it positioned to help clean the shit out of the wrong hole.

Are girls on this ward so bad about getting shit, or other nasty things, in their pussies so often that someone made this tool? I couldn’t even imagine anything like this existing.

Instead of a fight, the girl contorted her body around until she had her arms behind her knees. Her feet were behind her head. She used her fingers to open her gash as much as she could. I expected it to be a very tight fit. I was wrong. My finger and pussy cleaner slid easily in and out of her. I did a combination of squirting a stream of water, a few scrubs, and back to the sprayer. Using the place in my head, I made myself only see the shit in her vagina, as well as any bacteria ready to cause a yeast infection. I did the cleaning cycle until I had her cleaned out.

Before I could help her get untangled, she rocked forward to be on her hands to let the water drain out of her. Once empty, she moved back up to have her pussy up in the air.

What the heck? Did she want me to get her off or fuck her?

Another nurse put a tube of something in my hand and said, “Squeeze it into her honey hole and use your finger to spread it around inside. We have to use a swab and three times as much because no female patient on this ward is about to let us put a finger inside them and we don’t want to. Look, she already said that you scare the hell out of her. She has a lot of hell inside her. Since you are doing me a solid, I will tell you she has a hair-trigger, and you will have to redo the gel at least once.”

“I doubt I will need to do it more than once,” I told the nurse as I had two fingers inside the girl’s vagina rubbing the stuff around to coat her pussy on the inside. “Because, if she has on orgasm as I do this, she is getting all nine inches of my dick shoved into her ass, without lube, and them me fucking her tiny asshole until it bleeds for a week.”

The girl’s face showed real fear on her face as she clenched her fists and gritted her teeth to keep from getting off. I didn’t do anything to help her not cum, other than threatening to bugger her raw.

“You do whatever you need to do, David. If the bosses here didn’t trust you, then you wouldn’t be down here no matter how good you are at getting through to kids down here,” she told me. “It is good to see Penny came down here to help give back some of what you did for her. Since you had no problem with her, you never knew she was easily five times worse than your new friend here. You work wonders.”

I took my time helping the girl dry off and then took the time to brush her hair out before braiding it.

I lifted the toilet lid and set her on the seat before saying, “Oh. You can cum now. I’m amazed at how much control you must need to hold it and not lose the need. Don’t stop fighting off the tranquilizers until after you eat. It would majorly suck for you to put up with me getting you clean just to pass out without eating.”

“Why do you think I’m so angry, David? One tiny knock to the head and all my years of training myself day and night to be able to control my body at a low level are worthless,” she told me softly in the rare language she spoke. “Without sight, I cannot read, must use a cane to walk anywhere, and don’t even have a clue what my body looks like now. It changed a lot in the last three months that I have been here. My parents sent me here because they couldn’t find anyone to help me with my anger at home.”

As I dressed her, I said, “I know you’re not this stupid. Remember that I saw you effortlessly hop, skip, and jump over the shin bashers, and I saw them reconfiguring very quickly to be where you would hit one. I’m sure your folks sprung for a lightsaber or will when you tell the people here you want one, so that takes care of your reading complaint. For that matter, it solves your need to have a normal cane. The last that I heard, the mad scientists made a head-mounted part to help work similarly to where your head moves like you were looking around. Since I washed you, I know that they only managed to hit you twice with the stun sticks, and only one dart went in enough to have a chance to tranquilize you. There weren’t any other new puncture marks from today.”

She told me how the knee bashers weren’t all that quiet if you blocked out all other noise besides them, and her footfalls. She had a map in her head of everywhere in the clinic they allowed her to go and those places she found during the various times she escaped, naked, to find food. She told me exactly how many steps it was to each tack-strip in the clinic. At least those in areas she was able to access.

After reaching in my pants, to find if I was full out shit about shoving nine inches of hard dick in her butt, she discovered her pajamas and dressed, sans panties. I said I would help her use her cane and get to the cafeteria, but she told me she knew the way by heart. A kiss on the cheek, and then she was off at a full run. Using the place in my head, I saw that she had to have heard the man-trap door closing on this side of the ward. She slid in quickly and was out the other end of the mantrap before the kids inside could make the first tap out of there.

“You’re slow, David, or I’m that good. Probably both,” Penny teased, saying that she got six kids showered and going to eat before I finished with the one girl.

I teased back to say, “Jacking off the boys and eating the girls, after they showered, is sort of cheating since none of them mind others touching them. You seem to have gotten over being touched too.”

“No. I still hate being touched, except by you for some crazy reason, but I have no problems with them touching me after I touch them first. It doesn’t hurt that they hadn’t eaten in days. What kid would turn down someone making them cum if they would just shower first?” I bantered.

We split up to divide and conquer the rest. Penny took the kids that had the worst attitudes and foulest mouths. I went the ones with the most mental challenges. A few did fight me, at least at first, but putting their hands on my arms and chest clued them in about having no chance in hell of beating me in a fight, much less hurting me. Not all were verbal, but they could at least grunt and groan to communicate. With us working together, it only took us an hour to have the rest of the kids in the ward showered, dressed, and tapping off down the halls to dinner.

Sushi time!

To be courteous, I did start eating the other foods on the line, but only because I wanted to be sure all the other patients got their fill on the sushi before I dug in. I never got the chance. Penny, one girl and two boys from the extremely angry blind kid ward, and I were at the same table. After we had plates in front of us, two sushi chefs rolled out chilled carts with trays of sushi rolls inside. We didn’t get a choice about what they put on our plates, but they kept our plates full. Once someone said they had finished, they got to stay at the table but didn’t get any more sushi.

Penny was a stick, but she kept eating down the rolls like she had a bottomless pit for a stomach. We finished off everything the chefs had made for dinner here tonight. Surprisingly she was still hungry, so we started going through the other finger foods until the line was empty, which was good because the cafeteria closed an hour earlier.

She giggled and said, “Look. I look pregnant.”

Well, the area is higher than for a baby, but she does have a distinctive bulge from her full stomach.

“Probably fitting, David, since you are sleeping in my bed with me tonight. I need to be completely naked with a big dick between my legs, but not in between my legs, tonight. So far, you’re the only one I’ve wanted to bed me and be in bed with me. We don’t even need to worry about pregnancy. I’m five-feet, eight inches, and no matter how many times I eat like this, the only weight I gain from eating comes off the next time I take a crap. The doctor said I needed to gain at least twenty more pounds of pure fat if I ever want to get my period. Not that I want us to have sex tonight, tomorrow, or even at all, but I will enjoy it if we do.”

After a quick shower, we were both in her bed with me spooned up behind her. In the morning, she spooned up behind me as I had my dick pushed up between the legs of a girl pulled tightly into the fetal position. At some point, I had gotten my arms around her to hold her to me. When Penny slipped out of bed to use the bathroom, the girl in my arms started shaking and whimpered a bit in fear. I just pulled her more toward the center of the bed as I moved back toward the edge. Any sound in Penny’s room, especially the loud flush of the toilet, made the girl in my arms start shaking in fear again.

“I’ve set the lock on the door so it will lock behind me when I close it,” Penny said as she pulled on her clothes while walking out the door.

I don’t know how long it took the girl in my arms to start trying to get her legs to straighten out. Once she got the stiffness out, she spat on her hand to get the head of my dick wet and pushed it into her pussy. No sex, no forcing more in, just having the purple crown inside her. As I continued to hold her tightly to me, I felt her pussy heating up quickly, and my dick decided to get in out of the cold.

Who is this anyway? She isn’t some horny girl from any of the wards.

I knew then that it was the shit covered girl from yesterday.

“Wren,” she said in clear English. “I won’t have my name by the door, or any of my paperwork because of why I’m here. I don’t know if you’re here to find out who I was or not, but you’ve only shown me kindness. You held me protectively most of the night, so I’m going to trust you.”

She wiggled around to get my dick comfortable inside her, as it was her first long one and the only one she ever wanted inside her. There were no tears, but she had a lot of fear as she worked herself up to tell me whatever she needed to get off her chest. I was more than happy to gently caress her small breasts and buff the head of the man in the boat.

Once she pulled my arms back around her to hold her tightly, she began telling me, “My blindness is the only thing which saved me when they came. I don’t know who, why, or what they wanted, only that one of the men had no problem putting his hand over my face, lifting me in the air and throwing me into the stone wall behind me. When I awoke, I heard screaming and yelling. Some were from my family, others from the men that came into our home. Blood was coming out of my ears, nose, and from some knocked out teeth. The security footage showed the first time they attacked me, and then someone else came to kick me in the face. Fixing my teeth was very easy with me in a coma to help the swelling in my brain. In the hospital, I found an uncle I had met once when I was little. He explained that while my body had healed, I was blind. I went home with him. It took me months before I could get the courage to ask why I was here with my uncle, and when was I going to get my vision back. He started to tell me about how I was the only one who still lived when people came to our home to check on us after a lot of people left with a lot of big trucks. Before he could tell me more, there were a lot of explosions from all over where we were. I didn’t know much about the house, but I had to use the bathroom and eat, so I had no choice but to find my way around. On accident, I found a dusty, musty, secret room that felt like no one had been in there for decades. The explosions scared me so much I ran to get inside that hidden room and get it closed behind me.”

She started shaking in fear again, which cooled her pussy off instantly and made me go limp.

“There was no way to gauge the passage of time there. I found a pot with a lid that I used to go to the bathroom and a sink, which let me get out water slowly. The rest of the time, I slept. Anytime I thought maybe it was safe, I cracked the door, only to hear shouting and screaming as adults or children begged for their lives. Some just begged for the people to stop raping them,” Wren told me as she worked my dick hard, flipped to face me, slid me back inside slippery, though only lukewarm, box. “I had a pipe, or something like a pipe, in my hand ready to fight for my life when the secret door opened.”

She told me how the man that opened the door told her, “Wren, the men couldn’t find you and left, but we must hurry. Come with me, child, or you can wait for them to come back to finish ripping out every wall looking for you. They made a huge mistake at your home.”

Wren explained that the man was somehow her grandfather, step-grandfather, or something like that. He used his jacket to wrap her up like a baby, and then someone muscular came in to carry her away from the house. The man who she thought was her uncle turned out to be a freelancer that wanted to gain her trust so he could use her to help him decipher some ancient text written in one of the languages only she now knew. The men that came to her house were looking for her but had no picture of her. A brother of hers finally showed them her picture only to get his dick and nuts cut off so he would bleed out slowly. When the men found her at her home, they couldn’t make her do what they wanted, one kicked her in the face, hard, in anger, and died for it on the spot. The one who threw her into the wall died more slowly. If she heard correctly, someone injected a large syringe of bloat fly larvae behind each of his eyes because he caused her to go blind. It was excruciatingly painful.

It seems the “uncle” spent the money to get her teeth fixed to gain her trust further. That uncle was preparing to have her skull cut open so the world’s best neurosurgeons could try to fix her occipital lobe. That was when her “grandfather’s” people found that she was in her “uncle’s home” and came to rescue her. The more she realized how much losing her vision affected her, the more despondent she became. When rumors of another search for her surfaced, her “grandfather” had her brought here to protect her.

Last night some people came into her room saying she needed to dress because they were taking her to a new place to try to fix her blindness. They underestimated her, majorly. She got away from them, out the door of her room, down the hall toward the man trap doors, and found the man trap forced open at both ends. That was good for her because she knew the clinic, they didn’t. She overheard Penny telling me that I was going to Penny’s room, so Wren started to come here. The men weren’t still chasing her, so she never heard or sensed the man who did something to her to turn limp like a rag doll, but she remained conscious and alert.

“Sorry, Wren. That is what the man said. He didn’t want to make me go limp, but it was easier than fighting me. Security had entered my room from some hidden door seconds after the men came into my room. If I had remained in my bed or took shelter in the bathroom, I wouldn’t have needed to escape,” Wren told me. “Those men worked for a very long time to be able to get to any of the patients in the clinic if the price was right. He carried me up to you, undressed me to have skin-on-skin contact with you, to comfort me, and put me into your arms. So far, he is the first man I’ve met that wanted to make sure I was safe by taking me to someone I would know would protect me with his life if needed.”

Interesting. I wonder how those men got in here. Are they tied to the people who tried to get me one of the times I was here?

What she needed right now was to lubricate my hard dick so she could go back to sleep on my chest, which didn’t happen because anytime that Wren dozed off, she had nightmares about last night.

I looked around in her brain with the place in my head. From everything I learned rebuilding Paula’s brain, optic nerve, and eyeballs, I couldn’t find anything wrong with her vision at all. From the places inside her skull, I saw that her blindness was only temporary. It healed between the time when her “uncle” found her and her “grandfather” rescued her.

“I’m going to make you a deal that will change your life Wren,” I told her. “If you can read me the quote on the wall over my head, I will fuck, eat, and lick you until you can’t take anymore.”

That is what I thought. Interesting. Was it because I asked Wren to quit telling her brain that she is blind? Is that how she could move the way she did and never knew it was her eyes helping her?

“To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable - John Milton,” she said without even a thought about how Wren had so believed that she was still blind that she made it so.

After I came in all three of her holes, her mouth by her demand, not request, multiple times, she begged me to stop because she needed to pee and was very hungry now.

I took her to the bathroom for us to shower. She continued to think she was blind, so I let her. Once dried off, I brushed out her hair and then asked her, while we were both looking into the mirror, which of the three different ways I braided her hair she liked the most. Without feeling any of them, she told me the second, so that is how I did her hair. I continued to make her look at things like the panties I held up to ask which color she liked the most. When we got to the cafeteria, she asked me to help her find the non-nasty food, but I refused.

“It is on the sign. Just read it,” I told Wren.

She did, without using her fingers to read the Braille.

“Don’t go for what looks like fried rice. It isn’t a meal they made nasty on purpose, and it was already nasty when it came over here from Asia. Stick with the meats and green veggies. Your body needs the proteins and nutrients,” I cautioned.

Wren still acted like she was blind, even trying to tap her way to the table while holding her tray of food. Or she at least sort of tried to tap. Seeing where she was going didn’t register to her.

I watched some kids from my ward noticed what I was doing with Wren. They pointed to Wren from behind and then her eyes. I nodded, but then mimed like I was blind feeling along an invisible wall. Some got it right off and told those who didn’t.

“Hey. David’s bed buddy, from Penny’s bed. Catch. These loaded with only the good stuff we teenagers need,” A guy said as he gently tossed some sort of fruit as Wren’s face.

She caught it with cat-like reflexes. She did that with three chocolate cupcakes without getting any icing on her hands, and then some jelly beans with her mouth.

“For a blind girl, you sure can see pretty well,” Steve said from behind Wren.

She recognized his voice and was soon with her legs around his waist. She kissed and hugged him a bunch of times as she thanked him for making sure she got to where I could keep her safe. He told me that there were things he needed to discuss with her, and then she was having her vision checked. I could tell by the look on his face that he already knew her blindness was only in her head.

One of the girls came over to ask, “So did she tell you what the fuck happened down on her ward last night? Someone said the doors to the man trap thing were busted open. All the kids in the ward said their doors closed and locked automatically, so they couldn’t even hear what was going on. This morning they had strange people coming into their room to search for that girl. No one could find her, and it looked like she attacked people in her room before disappearing. I heard she is very good at doing a vanishing act if she can get through the man trap thing before they notice.”

“No idea. Penny asked me to hang out in her room, and we fell asleep on her bed. I woke to find Penny behind me, and my arms locked around that girl. When I went to help her get showered since she reeked, I noticed that her eyes were open, and she seemed to see what she was doing. I think the clinic fixed what was wrong with her vision, but her mind told her she was still blind. I’ve heard of people doing that. Mind over matter, or something like that,” I told them. “She can see now, so that is good news for her. Around this place, with all the patients from all over the world, who knows what happened down there. I mean, the kids down there are all beyond just being angry about being blind.”

With Wren gone I proceeded to demolish all the food I could find, that wasn’t gross until they kicked me out saying they had to restock before the next meal. I headed back to the ward to hang out while waiting on whatever they were going to need me to do next.

Well, group therapy sessions and then private chats with other kids on the floor isn’t exactly what I expected, but it wasn’t dull.

Invariably, things got around to my dick.

“So, does that even fit inside a girl,” one of the girls on the ward asked.

Another girl answered, “Ask Ruth. From the way she looked when she finally came out of her room, after he went into the room with her, it must have fit at least a bit.”