Chapter 281: Going Our Separate Ways

I wouldn’t have thought about going to such great lengths, but I’m also not an adult whose consciousness transferred into a mainframe.

After Elena, Molly, and “David” departed, and Mr. Smith just vanished without anyone seeing him leave, the elder requested I come to his quarters for a private meeting.

“Darren, I see you have met some powerful allies. How it is that you, Mr. Smith, and that child David all have a similar appearance is beyond me. Your parents would be proud of you,” the elder told me. “I will not insult you by asking how I can ever repay you for everything you have done for an old, heartless bastard who was the most powerful man on Earth until I placed you above me. I see now that my predecessor manipulated me into believing someone kidnapped my family to show me how easily they could get to the ones I loved back when I was only in my twenties. Shortly after that, I received what I believed at the time to be the remains of my wife and young children. First, you erase all traces of me, and now you return to me the family I believed dead. I will impart some words of wisdom, Darren, never anger Molly. In my life, I have met many who showed me I needed to be cautious in what I told the families to do or what I expected from them without question. The three women you met previously make me pause to consider how they will react. They are quite vocal when something I’ve done displeases them but would never outright challenge me. Molly scared everyone in that room, including me, and she never said a word. Never in my life have I seen a man, who is powerful enough to be the head of a family in our circle, voluntarily castrate himself. Multiple members of his family then doing likewise in unheard of in our world. Had I not seen it with my own eyes, I would have declared it a cleaver ruse intended to justify her place at the table.”

“I will let you in on a secret. Molly doesn’t want a seat at the table or even be part of our world. She wished to make it clear that she is unquestionably the wealthiest and most powerful woman in the world. As you saw with your own eyes, Molly has no need for any of us, our resources, or families. She chose to enjoy David and Elena’s company as Elena inspects her family’s properties to ensure each meets her and her father’s high standards. I think we both know that her methods demonstrate that many heads of these families have failed their children. They are quite fortunate that no knives or other sharp weapons where within her reach. Neither the boys nor girls involved with drugging her would still be able to procreate,” I told him as I watched him shudder as he fully comprehended what I told him.

As I was leaving, he told me, “I can cease wondering how you can know the language of my family better than me. When I depart this life, I will know that I passed on to my grandchildren and great-grandchildren what my great grandmother passed down to me.”

That is one happy man.

I finally went to bed, alone, only to awaken with Tee and Dee in my arms and my dick fully inside Bambi.

“I’m still not ready to have your children Darren, cousin, or not,” Bambi told me. “That doesn’t mean you’re getting away from this resort without me fucking myself raw with your dick. If it happens, then it happens. Your baby is so cute.”

It isn’t happening for you, Bambi. Sorry.

Tee and Dee slept right through Bambi pretending that we were screwing on a trampoline. Both of us were showering when Tee and Dee walked in, rubbing their eyes. Both were sad I was leaving but very happy to be going home to play with my baby some more.

I know people are following me to see how I leave today, but they can bite me because my ride is off along a nature trail that not even one of you would walk, lest someone see them.

It was hard to follow me, at least quietly, when walking along a dry leaf-covered path. My shield spread out my weight onto the ground in the open areas around the leaves or gently pushing them out of the way enough for me to walk over them without a sound. I moved quickly along the path. Where it split, I made sure to crunch up the leaves heading into the overgrown hedge maze. I broke a few green branches to appeared that I went into that direction.

I like playing cat and mouse with people who have no clue. I could just put them to sleep after making them need to stop and rest, but what fun would that be?

I headed off the in the opposite direction. I found I had a Maserati waiting in a parking space at the end of the path. The key fobs were on the seat, and the doors locked, but that was purely a trivial matter for those like me. Someone programmed the GPS to take me to where I would meet back up with Molly and Elena. They were seventeen hours away. The GPS guided me to roads where I could push the Maserati close to the top speed of one-hundred eighty miles per hour. With some bathroom, food, and fuel breaks, I made the trip in twelve hours.

“David, the android,” departed before I arrived. Molly knew it was me, but Elena didn’t until I pulled her into my arms for a soul-searching kiss.

She slapped me before asking, “How the hell did you pull that off? I couldn’t tell he wasn’t you, David. What about this, Mr. Smith, who showed up that looks like you as well? There is a lot you need to explain to us as we drive to our next destination in the morning.”

We ate, fucked, fucked some more, slept a bit, fucked again, got breakfast, fucked in the shower, and then finally got on the road.

Once happily away from prying eyes, and ears, and in their sport sedan, I began explaining things to Elena, “First off, Mr. Smith and David weren’t a he, they are an it. Don’t ask me how they work, because I couldn’t tell you even if I fully understood them. I know they are androids that somehow generate their energy from consuming certain foods and beverages. Each possesses brains on part with Mr. Data or DARYL from Science Fiction movies and TV shows. You already know that David had to have incredible AI to be able to behave like me, but different enough to make it clear to these people that he is not me. Whoever made him also made Mr. Smith appear to ensure further that the elite saw what they believed were three separate people who just happened to look similar enough for people to question if they were one person, as only a few in this world know they are. Whoever orchestrated this ruse has connections with powerful people. If you haven’t yet heard, within moments one of the elite heads of family questioning Mr. Smith’s authenticity, versus being something from someone’s imagination, that man’s entire international drug business found itself raided, simultaneously, by law enforcement agencies all over the world. Once cleared of people, they demolished each location.”

“Fucking hell David,” she said in shock. “You met some very nasty and powerful people in your travels. Molly messaged me to have you tell me about the attitude modifications she addressed in the conference room.”

I gave her the short version of how the maids escorted the children that they drugged, and planned to rape, Molly into the conference room. Their parent then disciplined them using S&M gear specifically designed to cause extreme pain, burst blood vessels just under the surface of the skin, and leave large, angry bruises that take days to heal. Nothing done to the children did any permanent physical damage

“That doesn’t sound anywhere near as brutal as the vague bits I picked up from the various language spoken here,” she told me.

I smiled when I told her, “On that was tame. Molly found out that some men refused to get rid of their various child abuse, sex rings, and slavery businesses. They brought fifteen children they had kidnapped on their way here for their entertainment. Molly went to the men with this shiny metal, router-rooting dildo from hell in one hand, and a castrating band tool in the other. Each man chose the castration bands. She went to the maid’s carts to offer them the choice of a meat tenderizing mallet or a tool that used a hot wire to sear them as they used it to remove their scrotum and testicles. She never said a word. In that one act, she became the scariest person in the room. No one there wants to piss Molly off.”

I saw her turn to look back at Molly and watched in the rear-view mirror as Molly clapped and nodded happily for a second.

I expected to stop at another of Elena’s family-owned resorts or hotels, but we pulled up to a spa. Elena seemed a bit surprised too, so it had to be Molly’s doing.

I got a message from her saying, “This spa specializes in deep tissue massages on Autistic people with problems being touched by others. Elena has funded our vacation so far. It is my way of paying her back. She and I will enjoy round-the-clock pampering. A secret meeting of leaders, from countries where the elite families primarily reside during the year, require Darren’s presence. He is the only topic they are discussing. Your body double will be arriving shortly to keep up appearances. Don’t forget your black access ID card. It provides unquestionable verification of your identity and ensures your safety.”

Well, at least it is useful for something since it nothing more than a piece of black plastic with my picture on it.

After we checked in, with me listed as David Jones on the registry, I went up to the roof to meet my ride. Surprisingly, it was a regular style helicopter, versus the silent aircraft I’ve been flying in recently. We went to a small airstrip, and I got onto a private jet, even though I was the only passenger. Once we landed, an SUV with dark windows took me directly to a suit shop in the middle of the town.

Much like the other suit shops I have been to recently, this one had women that stripped me completely. They then worked to redress me in custom made undershorts designed to keep my dick hanging down along one leg or the other without being obvious. The pants fit perfectly with room for me to move around freely without restriction as other suit pants usually did for me. They tailored my shirt and coat to show off my muscular build. Interestingly, the jacket and shirt had some sort of material that remained wrinkle-free and yet gave me the ability to do ten different katas without tearing or ripping. It fit on me like a second skin. My shoes had steel toes and titanium sole plates.

When I asked about how they would prefer for me to pay, a woman told me, “Mr. Darren, sir, there is no cost to you for our services.”

“Why? You did amazing work in a short time,” I asked.

“Sir, we provide you these services for free as we did for your predecessor. It is one way in which the family who owns this business shows you their respect,” an older man there told me.

Seeing that I was already pretty hungry, I asked them, “Where would you suggest I go to have a nice meal which would have plenty of room to seat everyone working here today? If you don’t allow me to pay the owner for the suit, I can at least show you my gratitude for your time and craft. Should the restaurant have space, feel free to invite your families as well.”

Wow. Show no surprise when you see my dick hanging down but look like fish out of water when I ask you to eat with me?

Another member of the same elite family who owned the suit shop owned a large, family-run restaurant. They had no problem providing seating for everyone from the suit shop and their families. We never got to order anything off a menu because bowls and bowls of food came out to the tables for everyone to share. The meal was terrific. They did serve wine, but I found it not something to my liking, but no one took any offense. With all the food, wine, and staff that served us, the entire bill was under fifteen hundred Euros. All the others left, per my request, as I waited for the check. The owner said he couldn’t allow me to pay, given me being the top dog in the elite food chain, but I put two thousand Euros on the table anyway.

“If you wish not to allow me to pay for the meal where I invited all the guests, then please see to it that everyone working here tonight gets an even cut of this as a tip,” I told him. “I know you will vehemently refuse to grant me access to the kitchen so that I can at least clean up the mess we made, or I would already be washing pans and dishes.”

He nodded as he said, “My mother called to tell me that I had better not permit you anywhere near the kitchen unless I wanted to adopt my brother’s children as my own. She did want me to make it clear that his venturing into child abductions for pornography, prostitution, and sex slaves remained so well hidden that none in my family, or his wife, were aware of it. We found that one of my mother’s favorite granddaughters, and my niece, had been involved with this pornography business from a young age. If you met her, I would expect that even you would be unable to tell that she would ever allow herself to be involved in that business at all. She has the highest intelligence of any person on my father’s side of the family. Her manners are impeccable. She speaks many languages and cooks better than any of my chefs. She would have finished rebuilding her seventh Lamborghini entirely from parts she located in salvage yards or fabricated herself, if not for some illness which robbed her of her sight. She is the one that told my mother about my brother’s side business as she respects you immensely, even if that means that my niece will no longer be able to enjoy as much sex as she can handle. Please do not fault the head of our family for how our family handles such matters.”

I don’t tell the families how to deal with their problems and will never do so unless asked.

I sensed, more than saw, this man’s blind niece, stealthily listening from a secluded spot near the kitchen.

“Risa,” I said in one of the languages she knew, but her uncle didn’t. “I’m very impressed to find you home already. The last I heard that you were terrorizing the angry blind-kid ward at some expensive clinic. You can come on over. I know you wouldn’t have gone to so much trouble to get here on your own just to hide behind a plant.”

My phone buzzed right then to tell me that the meeting was not far from this location, and I only needed to be present for a short period. Risa and I could play afterward.

Risa needs to play, too. She needs a fucking that none has been able to give her.

She did amazingly well in navigating over to me without needing to use her cane, but she still had it out and extended just in case. From how her eyes were moving in a coordinated manner, she saw something.

“When did you get back enough vision to perceive changes in dark and light objects in three dimensions?” I asked as she came over to hug me.

In a soft voice, she said, “It is very peculiar, but it began during my journey here from my temporary residence on the outskirts of town. My father’s wealth and assets got seized to provide services and restitution to those he hurt. It has fallen on me to provide for my siblings. I loved my father more than any other person in this world, but I have the utmost respect for you. I found myself agreeing with your decree to abolish such businesses. It was not my eyes that were blind to the controlling ministrations of my mother. Her response to my father’s death made it very clear that my father was merely her puppet. The creativity of my grandmother’s response rivals the new woman’s arrival into the circle of elites. After the surgical removal of ovaries, uterus, vagina, and clitoris, my mother now exists as the property of those who actively engage in human trafficking. The agreement is that they do not kill her or allow her to come to any permanent physical harm, but they can use her as they see fit. Without any genitals, she cannot earn her keep on her back.”