Chapter 372: Guest Services

So how is this going to go for the rest of the guests coming in today?

I expected a lot more dressing down of the families, but it was much less than expected.

One of the families was shocked to hear the psychologist say, “We have placed five of your children under psychiatric care to prevent harm to other guests or themselves. Three are classic psychopaths, the other two sociopaths. None of them are the ones you have kept under close watch due to showing suicidal tendencies. Those children showed those tendencies due to their time at the hands of the five under a psychiatric hold. Please come to the hospital to discuss each patient’s condition individually if you choose to do so. Feel free to discuss your concerns with the medical staff or resort’s lawyers. I will add that none of the five expressed any displeasure at being denied entry to the resort. Unsurprisingly, they appeared interested in trying to fuck with the heads of the other patients with the same conditions. We have patients separated by age, sexual development, and mental illness but not by gender. They will have access to a scaled-down set of amenities to that of the resort.”

“I would hazard a guess, but I don’t know my nieces and nephews well enough,” the woman said.

The doctor then explained, “Three are your children, and two are grandchildren.”

Her husband, and head of their family, told her, “I wasn’t in error about our children. You need to get off your high horse and listen to me now. You know very well that both sides of the family have sociopaths and psychopaths. I’ve never gotten diagnosed, but I suspect if I didn’t have a bit of a psychopathic nature, I wouldn’t have so readily dominated over the others when my great uncle died with the others last fall. We can discuss this later, but I am of the mind to let them stay where they are supervised and medicated heavily when necessary.”

“That works for me,” his wife said.

They both told the psychologist to do all they could to help their kids.

Before they headed inside to check-in, the man said, “If you didn’t diagnose Genieve, you need to take her and isolate her from the others. She is something else entirely, and she is only seven. I doubt there is much you can do to help her other than lock her away for the rest of her life. That girl is fucked in the head, but we also love her dearly. Be warned. She is very good at playing the sweet little girl, as she smothers her puppy while drowning a cat and masturbating with her free hand.”

“She would scare Hannibal Lector and Hitler,” her mom said.

To the surprised parents, the psychiatrist said, “Compared to most of the children you brought with you, she is one of the normal ones. We did single her out and ran her through some other tests. Her IQ tests averaged over one-hundred-thirty-two. She can read eight languages and speak three, in addition to what you speak at home. From her own words, she can’t stand her crazy, manipulative, abusive siblings, so she came up with a way to ensure everyone left her alone. Other than struggling a bit with advanced college mathematics, she could test out of college before turning nine. For the record, her diagnosis of her siblings and relatives, due to being a member of your family, was significantly more detailed about your family’s psychological issues.”

“She told me to tell her mother to avoid eating beets, bean sprouts, alfalfa, or turnips during your visit here. Something about you not trying to out-gag the boys with your gas as you have a mild genetic mutation that causes that inhuman stench. Your daughter doesn’t like hearing you crying about being avoided by the other women who would usually enjoy your company. I believe she is correct in assuming that with the five children we segregated to the psychiatric section of the resort, you shouldn’t be as affected as the last two years. She couldn’t remember much about things before she was five,” one of the android nurses told her before walking off.

I found that the process would give me a break to get a quick lunch before I needed to go back out to greet the guests if I wanted.

When I went back out front, I saw three girls talking away excitedly as they headed toward the entrance. The youngest and middle girls remained naked. The younger two saw me but kept their older sister distracted so that she didn’t notice me. My implant told me that she had gone on the pill and got an IUD when having her hymen removed. Right now, her two sisters were talking about me, mainly my personality, but also my dick, as they walked toward me. All three were horny.

Not having anyone around to see, I stripped below the waist, got my dick hard, and took the few steps needed to get around behind the older sister. She only had on a power dress. Before she knew what happened, I had seven of my nine inches buried in her pussy and my fingers rubbing her clit to get her off. When she came, I started power-fucking her pussy for over fifteen minutes before giving her a big sperm-less load of my cum.

“Happy belated eighteenth birthday,” I told her as I turned her around to kiss her. “A little birdie told me that you made sure if you ever got to see me again that I could fuck you without worrying about getting pregnant. I saw you first.”

I kissed her two sisters and rubbed them both off. I told the middle sister that I wasn’t about to hurt her because she needed some lubricant that neither of us had on hand.

The little sister started to try to get me hard as she said excitedly, “Both women doctors checked me to be sure. I am big enough inside now to take all your nine inches without any pain. I wish I were older, though, because I want to see if it will fit, but then I will want to fuck until you cum in me. I promise that if I get the chance to suck you, have you eat me, or get your dick in my pussy or ass, I’m going to do it. I want to come live with you, not as a girlfriend or even a fuck toy. Chrissy doesn’t even know me, and she was a better friend to me than any of the kids where I live. I’m lonely, David. My sisters handle the business stuff, but no one will take me seriously, so I’m always kicked out of things and then left bored.”

“Look, kiddo, you aren’t getting my dick in you anywhere, ok? If you cool your hot, wet pussy for a few minutes, I might be able to do something better for you,” I told her.

As if by magic, Yuki waited until they walked inside to check in and then came over with three girls and a boy. Well, two girls, a boy, and a hermaphrodite. She gave me a big kiss and then fixed my shorts, so my dick wasn’t prominent.

She walked a girl and boy over to the youngest and told her, “You need a friend and boy like David, but only twelve, like you. If he were a girl, you would call him a nympho like your new friend. I think you will love each other very much before you three go back to your home. I don’t want you calling me a bitch because I only let you go away with the boy. He doesn’t have a big dick, but he can wear you and both of your sisters out and still be ready to fuck, like David. Don’t try to get him to do more when he says no. You don’t want to be unable to do it with him for a few days because you are too raw inside. Bye.”

The middle girl and the hermaphrodite, sporting a nice eight-plus inch long thick dick and tits, found himself dragged off for parts unknown. Someone on staff managed to stop them long enough to give the middle sister a key to their suite.

“She likes having her rug munched but won’t return the favor,” Yuri told the oldest of the three girls and head of their family. “She chose you. You don’t have a choice until I say otherwise. Kamiko is your best friend now, bodyguard, personal trainer, nutritionist, and anything else Kamiko decides that you need that Kamiko can do or learn to do. My family can never repay the kindness your father showed my mistress when she needed someone to ask questions about everything she didn’t know when she took over as the head of her family so long ago. Since you were four, my mother ensured that Kamiko was one of many girls expertly trained to be what you needed when you turned eighteen. Your sister’s new best friends and lovers are what they need in their lives right now, but may not as they get older. I doubt you will be unable to let Kamiko go, even when you two fight like a pair of starved cats, with tails ties together, thrown over a clothesline above a bowl of fresh raw meat and fish.”

Yuri gave me another hug and kiss before quickly departing the way she came. Kamiko was already taking charge of the older of the three sisters.

“David,” my assistant told me. “Your dinner guest is the last one that you will personally great today. Dinner is in two hours, but you need to shower, and she will have to wait until after dinner for what you already know she desires and has since she first met Darren years ago. I confirmed with the medical staff that she is physically able to have sex with you without any discomfort, even if she may not yet take you all. They asked me to advise you to help her stay on track with getting her family checked in. She is very overwhelmed, and her mother is only a shell of her former self. The psychologists hope that your caring for her, as Darren did some before you, will help her mother recover. She lost her husband when he died with the others last year. Ah, here they come now. No one told them you were greeting incoming guests personally.”

The girl was distracted by getting her mom to stay focused on them checking in, so she didn’t see me until bumping into me.

I wrapped her in my arms, kissed the top of her head, and said, “Hey, Pumpkin.”

“Hey, Pumpkin’s mom,” I said, pulling her distracted mom into a hug.

The woman hugged herself tightly to me and clung on for dear life. I always remembered her as being trim, but now she had lost at least twenty pounds. I moved her arms around my neck and put my hands under her butt to lift her. She locked her legs around my waist.

I’m happy to see that whatever weight she lost was partially due to working out and building muscle.

The woman finally said softly, “Her great, great aunt was Hawaiian. We named my daughter Alani after her. It means Orange. She hates it whenever anyone called her Pumpkin, except when you do it. Darren was her favorite special friend here, even when he was the most powerful man on Earth. You made her climax the moment she saw you when she saw you last spring. Alani got a picture of you from your neighbor. When Alani is sad, stressed, or lonely, she only needs to look at you on her phone to make her feel instantly better. Many times, much better. Being in your arms has made me feel better for the first time since my husband died. Darren could never hold me like this, even if he saved himself instead of others. If no one ever told you before now, you have something that consoles the inconsolable. Please don’t make me let go, at least for a little while longer.”

“I’m free until thirty minutes before dinner, and then I’m getting a shower. My assistant informed me that I’m dining with Alani and those she chooses to bring to dinner tonight,” I told her. “After dinner, Alani is coming with me, and you are going to get back on the horse and coral your family. I don’t know how old you were when you had Alani. Even if she is not yet a woman, she is the head of your family now. Her position means that she doesn’t have to do those duties that are still your responsibility. I will make you a deal. If Alani, and my spies, tell me you did as expected of you, you can join me by the time I go to the shower. I will carry you to your suite, but then you are on your own.”

Alani didn’t hear her mother and me talking because she was getting a lot of information from the front desk about checking in, the kids sent to the rubber-room ward, and those staying in medical a little longer to have some urgent matters addressed. Alani needed to go to the hospital island as soon as she checked out her suites. She needed to make medical decisions about those on medical hold. I could see that Alani got overloaded with information, but her mom heard most of it.

When she finished, she came over to put her arm behind my back above her mother’s. Her head rested against my arm.

Our walk to her suite took us to about the other end of the resort. She never lifted her head from my arm until we started to walk up the three flights of stairs. I suggested the elevator, but she insisted that she wouldn’t take an elevator for less than ten flights of stairs. I continued to hold her mom as we toured each suite. Two needed some changes to accommodate some of her family that needed some different arrangements due to infighting, and each group generally being filled with assholes. They were doing things to each other that are just short of killing the others.

Alani looked at her mom in my arms and let out a sad, frustrated, and stressed sigh.

Her mom hugged me tightly once more and got down.

“My daughter, I have been so selfish. I allowed myself to wallow in my grief and abandon everything else,” she told Alani as she hugged her tightly. “I don’t promise I won’t falter or make mistakes, but as my husband’s wife and the mother of the head of our families, caring for the family is my responsibility. I am not going to make any room or suite changes. Their petty shit will stop, or they will have to deal with me directly. You are still mostly a little girl, Alani, and your body cannot yet become a mother. You don’t have the experience, or PMS, to deal with this shit. You shouldn’t have to, either. If I can’t handle things, then they will be yours to do with as you please.”

Did she just need a hug and an offer to get the shit fucked out of her?

I let the two hold each other as they cried. I was outside Alani’s suites looking over the resort when Alani came to push up against my side. I put my arm over her shoulders and held her in silence until she was ready to talk.