Chapter 385: Sealing the Deal

I am bad at shooting pool. I will have to honor my deal.

All the young women heads’ of families, except Alani, said if they beat me at playing pool, I would take them to my bed tonight and show them why women were trying to get me into them. They didn’t mind sharing a big bed with the others. All of them had long ago learned the pleasures of being with girls.

Lightweights.

Not one of them could take me eating and fingering them longer than ten minutes before doing their best to push away from me. They all loved it when I fucked their asses since I used lube and did it for their enjoyment, not to get myself off. I hadn’t been paying attention to much around me as I tore into the last girl’s ass the way she begged me to take her. When I pulled out, I found the Molly doppelganger sitting in a chair reading a thick book. All the other girls had left.

While we were cleaning up, the girl I just ass fucked said, “Well, that was easier than I thought. I just married off most of the little snotty cunt sisters and girl cousins. I bet the other girls that they wouldn’t stay to give you their virginity and possibly have you father a child with them. If I lost, I had to find boys and men in my family to marry their sisters and cousins they wanted to get rid of properly. I won, so now they have to do that for me instead. I don’t even have to give you my cherry or risk getting pregnant. I’ve been lightly spotting all evening. I will start at three-ten AM resort time.”

“You already loved David long before he knew the elite families existed and gave him your virginity when you were in middle school,” the Molly Doppelganger said without looking away from her book. “You have impressed me with your skill in ensuring that you could continue bearing David’s children without him knowing you bore his children. April is currently getting very demanding with your two-year-old twin girls and two of your three-year-old triplets. Your four-year-old daughter lost her battle with trying to ignore April’s demands that you daughter stop wearing diapers.”

The elite woman in my bed, Rebecca, well Becky, said, “The doctors can’t figure out what is wrong with her. She behaves like she is special needs, but if you watch her, she is off the charts for IQ.”

“She desires your attention and has found the best method available to her,” the Molly doppelganger said.

After I fucked Becky through a dozen orgasms before cumming inside her, she told me, “I’m my father’s only child by his first wife. My mother got killed in an attempt by an uncle to kill my father. You and I started school together in kindergarten, but we always ended up with different groups of teachers. This woman is right, I used your dick to take my virginity, and we had sex as often as I could get five minutes alone with you, which was a lot. I didn’t even know you had sperm or were even shooting anything when I got pregnant with our four-year-old daughter. I always dyed my hair black, and I was at least fifteen pounds overweight. My period wasn’t even close to regular. Nobody noticed I was pregnant. I missed two weeks of school and was back like nothing happened.”

She turned to the Molly doppelganger and asked that she please leave so that I could talk about something important in private. The Molly doppelganger left without a word.

Becky got me hard again, slipped me into her, and had me play with her tits as she idly fucked me while saying, “I don’t expect that you would remember it. I managed to get you off to one of your hiding places that only me and one other knew about right after lunch. She got you first, and then it was my turn. It was the best time for me to get pregnant that month. I had gone to clean up while you went out to recess. Right as I was coming to get you to sneak off to do it again, the guy kneed you in the nuts when he tripped over you. I ran to help make it feel better, but you took off running for the flagpole. What happened to you almost killed me inside. If not for my grandmother, I would have lost my mind.”

She explained that her grandmother was someone everyone in her family ignored, so it was the perfect place for her father to send Becky to keep her safe and protect her from his role when he died. My children with her were her heirs, regardless of the father. Her grandmother also knew what would happen to me if I lived, so she is the one that started getting things going to have one of the groups of people protecting me from seekers just in case I became like I am.

The entire time I was in the hospital, Becky came by to check on me and whisper to me about how she found out we were having triplets. Knowing that I was alive helped her deal with the fact she was carrying my children again, and there was hope that I might live. Becky was one of those mystery girls who screwed me and got pregnant while I recovered at home before getting pissed off about not being asked first. She already planned to hook up with me during these two weeks but wanted there to be no chance she would get pregnant.

“I don’t want any of these assholes to tie that I got pregnant while here and that you might be the father. We can talk more when you get home about that, and some things my grandmother told me might make you different than I remember,” Becky told me. “I am glad that April connected with my children. We can set up playdates, and my grandmother will be more than happy to watch her. I’m still living with her. We live in a green and yellow house at the end of the cul-de-sac. It is the one at the far end of our road. It is well-hidden under a layer of shell corporations, but you own all the mansions in that neighborhood, except the one my grandmother wanted. We are only waiting for your parents to convince you that you need a bigger house. I might as well tell you some other stuff too.”

Becky explained that my bunker was the largest of those in the area, but they had one under her grandmother’s house. When her grandmother moved here, she saw the one being built under my house and had one made under her home. Becky’s grandmother has no idea who built or designed the areas after that. What was down there originally is the room where we come out of the elevator and a small bathroom. Under the mansions was a network of tunnels built by the people who did all the land clearing, put in the sewers, water lines, power, and gas. Sometime later, the passages integrated into these mansions. All of them connect into my bunker but are well hidden. From what she had seen in one of them, it looked like it stopped at a rough block of granite as if someone quit there. Her grandmother indicated that it seems all the other tunnels do something similar but head off in different directions. They aren’t all at the same depth, either.

“You are coming to my graduation party, David,” Becky told me. “I couldn’t get out of our high school how you did, so I’ve got a month and a half left of that torture. The Internet is a fantastic thing too. Dad started video conferencing before I was born to let him hold meetings from whichever part of the family he was visiting at the time. Nobody ever knew where he would be from one day to the next. It worked out perfectly for me. Time zones let me have a meeting before going to school or after I get home. Behind my desk is a wall that gets real-time video feeds from the apartments my dad owns worldwide. I was once talking to an aunt about a business matter. She lived in the building right across from that apartment. The conference system has a bit of lag in it for that reason. She heard a clap of thunder on the video chat a part of a second after hearing it from her building. It was the first time I got an alert to cut the link. I watched on the security cameras as my aunt sent in her goon squad to assassinate me. The conference link to her was still live on the computer in that apartment. I had stepped out of the frame before I killed my connection. That didn’t go unpunished. My grandmother quite enjoys taking care of those matters for me.”

So, I’m not the only rich as hell person that lives in a middle-class home. I do remember a fat girl named Becky that was in the same grade as me. That explains why she still dressed like a fat girl even after puberty hit her.

“How come you don’t have any stretch marks?” I asked when the idea popped into my head.

Becky shrugged as she leaned back to give me a good look and said, “I had a lot of them after the triplets and even more after the twins. I put stuff on them to make them fade, but they were still there. A few weeks after my dad died, my grandmother and I got so sick we couldn’t get out of bed for two weeks. I don’t know who took care of the babies or us. I finally got where I could take a shower. I looked in the mirror to see that they were just gone, as was my baby weight and slightly sagging tits. Grandmother looked twenty years younger and said that she felt like it too. She had no idea how it happened or who did it to us, but she said not to question things. Weird stuff happens like this sometimes in our town.”

Whoever worked on her body made her able to fuck for hours.

Ona wrapped Becky in a towel to take her from my room to parts unknown. It was still the middle of the night, and when I came back from using the bathroom, the Molly doppelganger was naked on top of my bed. The woman was clearly beyond needing to be fucked hard for as long as she could cum. I did that, helped her take a piss, shower, dry off, and then get back into bed with me.

“I can’t stay here, David. I must return to my area in the mental health ward of the floating hospital island,” the woman told me. “I needed you sexually. We took care of those needs, so I must return as agreed. I am still your Molly, but I made many deals to have you give me the sex I needed. Part of my agreement is that I must speak to respond. I don’t like this at all. My time with you was worth what I endured.”

After giving me a long hug and kiss, she dressed and then left.

Ona came to slide naked into bed with me. She wanted to me holding her and nothing more.

“From what I watched today, I think Molly is even scarier when she does speak than not,” Ona told me. “I don’t know her. Someone told me that you were not to interact with her one-on-one until you two could be alone in bed, then she must leave. Before you meet with more vendors, one of her doctors, who says he has been treating her most of her life, is meeting you for a private breakfast.”

I didn’t think Molly had a doctor that was worth a shit. Who is this guy?

Ona did want only to sleep, so that is all we did. In the morning, she pulled on a robe and left, telling me to put on the clothes I would find on my bed after showering.

The doctor surprised me when he pulled me into a hug when I went to shake his hand.

“David,” he said once he stepped back. “You are one big stick with a hell of a carrot to dangle out in front of Molly. I’ve treated her since she was three. I’m not happy about the things I tried or the places I had her committed when trying to find something that would help Molly. After they moved to their current home, I had an excited, even for Molly, discussion with her about you. After these last days with her, I’m sure she fell in love with you sight unseen. When you were the one to carry her to her family’s shelter, you kickstarted something inside her. I was concerned that the trauma would revert her to how she was before you met her. She does talk to the one doctor she found when going for help at your orphanage, but only for brief periods. Two days ago, we were in one of our many daily sessions. Out of the blue, she pulled a chair over to be face to face with me. In the blink of an eye, she had hacked into my laptop, looked at it for a minute, and then gave it back to me. I found later that she had been doing this to all the staff. They assumed it was how she got a fix. It wasn’t. I started to worry about my safety from Molly for the first time, and we’ve had sometimes where she got very violent. In a crystal-clear, as if she did it all the time, Molly spoke to me. She said that she needed my help still but that you needed her more. I don’t want to know how long it took to get here because I was still shocked. Molly wouldn’t tell me why you needed her help, but she would provide it because you help each other. You see, that is not the Molly I’ve known for years. I told her my requirements to allow her to help you. I kept being surprised by her. I thought I had the Molly I knew back when she refused to eat some of the items I told her she was going to eat. She continued to show me how she has changed, and she proposed equally nutritious alternatives. Each she justified by providing me with how each I had specified would combine to affect her in ways that would counter-productive to my goals. Damn, if she wasn’t dead on when I analyzed the compounds those put into her bloodstream. It is impressive progress. Not having any issues with her doing as agreed, I asked what she felt was a reasonable reward. She chose to wait until you two could have sex in private but explained that as much as she wanted to sleep in your bed last night, it would cause her to backslide. Molly seeking treatment is entirely voluntary, and she is providing the goals she wants to reach.”

“I am glad that it is more than just my not making her skin crawl, as I seem to do with other Autistic and touch adverse people,” I explained. “You know, I am glad you are here because I’m going to make you wealthy beyond your dreams. Molly wouldn’t ask you to help her if she didn’t trust you. She is special to me, and you seem like the best person to show something I found on accident when trying to help some of those here with problems similar to Molly and your other patients. The vendors I am meeting with can wait.”

I took him to one of the security areas to show him footage from the groups of special-needs kids on my floor before the wristbands. We talked over their reactions, how they were in line with his experiences, and how he thought we might best help them have a somewhat enjoyable vacation.

After Ona got me a tablet, I said, “You’ve already toured the floating hospital island and had their process explained, so I won’t waste your time going back over that again. One of the girls hiding out on my floors said something about her observations of how kids with one set of characteristics behaved differently when with ones from other groups. I’ve never had so many in the same area at once. I hadn’t thought about what she said until then. Using the medical data for all of those there, I sorted them on similarities in their various conditions. I then color-coded them using that data. I found that instead of having them all in distinct groups, I had some overlapping two of the more basic groups. I used red, blue, and green for each group with over a ninety-five percent match for their documented behaviors. Those that overlapped got secondary colors based on the two primary colored groups they overlapped. We then sent them off to suites based on the color of their bracelets. So far, they all seem to be acting like they are best friends and doing things together accordingly. Some have sexual aspects, but it is all consensual, and each in that group behaves in the same ways.”