Chapter 386: Goodbye for Now My Friends and Loves

Do I get to have a vacation too?

The answer was a resounding no.

I did find myself in my office dealing with a few that either appealed the man upstairs’ decree or those who fucked up so badly that they came directly to me, bypassing even the lawyers.

Moms are evil for asking what the kid in trouble feels is a suitable punishment for whatever the kid did wrong. I don’t have to be a mom to ask that of them, do I?

Only in one instance did I have to laugh at the head of a family’s suggestion. He had balls the size of watermelons when he suggested that I change the rules to benefit him because he felt the person in his family that fucked up did nothing wrong. I called in all the tweens on the island from his family. I had them all write down their ideas for a suitable punishment. I made sure they knew that the head of their family wouldn’t know unless they told him that I used their suggestion.

I chose to only look at the suggestions from the pre-pubertal tweens. They still enjoyed allowing their imaginations to run wild without being affected by the hormones. The head of their family and the one that fucked up went pale.

“Let me see. Give twenty lashes per offense to the wives of family heads, the offender’s wife, and all his adult female children, including married ones. That sounds like a good start. I think a sharp, barbed, flexible shaft shoved into their various orifices is a bit too much, especially since it involves children,” I said, looking at the two men. “Having to eat their vegetables, as prepared by their children under ten is good, but not applicable to adults as much as kids.”

These kids are very creative. None even went close to maiming or killing.

My three favorite punishment maids came in from the back door to look over the suggestions. They prepared a list of three options for the two men to select.

“Fuck you! These things are bullshit, and you can’t do anything to us. You even think of trying, and your family, including your precious daughter, will be dead before you can do a thing to stop it.

Oops, you had to go there, didn’t you?

“Ladies, it seems these men didn’t get the memo about the finer details of my getting my daughter. I don’t want to hear their screams. Can you please find me some earplugs and get some for the children as well?” I asked the three girls.

I reached my desk was the black-widow gun I expected to be there, and loaded a clip with the black-widow rounds. A note came up on my computer saying that I only needed to press any key when I was ready to have this broadcast to every screen in the resort viewable by the elites. Those in areas with children under ten would get turned off.

I hit the key, and the men saw their video pop up live on the TV behind me.

When I saw the computer said to begin, I told the head of the family, “I can see now that you were fortunate to not be in the wrong place at the wrong time last fall. You are right that I can’t do anything to you, at least nothing that will change your status as the head of your family. I do happen to know three amazing, smart, and beautiful women who can. Nothing I can say to them will have any influence over how they choose to deal with you and your family.”

I let that sink in for a few minutes as I watched both men look like a happy serial killer who just walked into a warehouse full of the worse people drawn up with chains as if they were about to be quartered.

“We still need to deal with the reason for your being before me in my office. That is one of the distasteful responsibilities that come with owning this island resort. I may be new at this, but I know that isn’t for public consumption and not why you are broadcasting to every television, movie screen, and anywhere else occupied presently by a member of an elite family, except with children under ten,” I explained. “I am broadcasting this because if you two aren’t aware of how I was able to go rescue my daughter without killing anyone, then others must have ignored the memo as well. In your ignorant arrogance, you did the one thing that every member of every family should know I will not let go without a clear, unquestionable response. You were brought before me directly for an offense that bypasses the man upstairs and the lawyers instead of going straight to hell. For me giving you a chance to defend yourself and your actions, you threatened to order my family killed, including my daughter April, when I gave you my decision on your fate. You do know that I have seven newborn children born on this island, right? Oh, never mind, I am getting off message. Here is a good reason why that was the wrong thing to say.”

I shot each man with a black-widow bullet.

The place in my head showed me every nasty man, woman, and teenager in their entire family, excluding the psychopaths and sociopaths. I made the minor adjustments needed to have a clear shot at them, and they got to enjoy the same punishment. One of the staff brought up cameras on some of those same people.

Those who might have questioned if this was a prank couldn’t. Each hole every camera filmed sits in the buildings the farthest from my office. As the camera got in place to aim at the holes through the building, I took a flashing blue, green, and red laser to walk around to shine into those holes. The laser wasn’t a precision lab-grade laser, so the beam expanded out around the edges of the holes. Between buildings, it had a larger area, so it made a wider spot on the way.

“I hope I have made my point. If not, raise your hand so you can see this is real, not special effects,” I threatened.

Idiots. You get to test out the new rounds designed to have you willingly answered any question asked to you with complete honesty and sincerity.

I hit them with two rubber rounds and the truth bullets.

“To show I’m not a bad guy, those who raised their hands will gladly answer your questions. Be careful what you ask them. You might not want to know the answer. Do it quickly, though, because the effects only last for five minutes,” I explained.

Well, at least the effects from the instant reacting part of what you got pushed into your bloodstream. The time-release ones aren’t as powerful, but you must answer the question. You will have to decide if you can take the pain caused by lying for the next twenty-four hours.

The video feed stopped, and I was back to tell them about their fate.

I flicked off the black widow bullets and used the neutralizer to stop their pain instantly.

“Now, where were we when you so arrogantly interrupted?” I asked and waited for one of them to reply.

All the tweens in here wanted to reply but knew that this wasn’t one of those times to be helpful.

After five minutes of silence, as I patiently waited, the head of this family finally said softly while looking at the floor, “You were telling me what is required of my family and me to atone for our disregarding the established rules for your resort.”

“If you are ready, then,” I told him and waited for a nod. “Once the others in your family guilty of breaking the same rule here arrive in my office, we will finish our meeting.”

You hadn’t expected that we would find out that others here did the same thing many times, and you never knew about it.

Eight men, twelve teenaged boys, two women, seven teenaged girls, four of the tweens were in my office already. Nineteen kids under ten arrived in my office.

Looking at Ona, I said, “Those four tweens and little kids will not go unpunished, but they are little kids still. Please arrange for a form of discipline more suitable to their ages than what the rest will face. I’m pretty sure that they can learn not to continue doing this unacceptable behavior, with reinforcement as required.”

The kids quickly burst into tears. When someone took them out, three more of the tweens came to me and to say they needed to go with the others too. It wouldn’t be right to skip their punishment because they were adept at ensuring they weren’t seen or caught. In the end, all but one of the tweens got taken to get punished with the others.

I was going to question the last tween when the head of her family said, “She is the only angel in our family. Honest, sincere, genuinely cares for everyone, and she doesn’t get fooled.”

My implant told me the same thing.

Time to be nasty.

“I looked over the suggestions, and you have some very vindictive children in your family. What happened here appears to be more common than you may know, but what happens off my island is not my concern. In my role as the Big Man Upstairs, I must make a strong statement to ensure others know what awaits them for doing the same things. The black-widow bullets are nice in comparison to what you are going to do,” I told them and let that sink in. “Every one of your family found to have engaged in this same rule violating behavior will be bound, naked, on the center stage used for concerts. Every female from your family at my resort who has become a woman will also be onstage. Each will be stripped and fitted with a strap-on with a nice, long, fat punishment dildo provided by my three favorite disciplinary maids. I like the idea of lashings. Each woman will receive twenty lashes on their bare backs, for each of those who are guilty of breaking the rule which brings you before me today.”

The two assholes smiled.

“But wait, there’s more!” I told them. “Those dildos are going in the ass of those causing their lashings. Each lash will force the attached dildo as far in as that person can take without tearing their intestines. I’m not concerned about any of your assholes.”

When I stopped, they still looked happy with themselves. One of the girls brought in one of the teenaged girls about to be punished with these assholes. She was bound to a chair in a clear view of both men. I know I had an evil grin when I took the offered flogger from one of the three maids.

“This particular member of your family was the target of multiple violators of the rule and also enthusiastically did the same to the younger children. She gets twice the punishment. I picked her because she likes pain. I want to ensure you know this isn’t going to be the buggering you are expecting,” I told them. “You are going to find that I’m fucking serious about making sure no one will ever want to do what your family did here.”

To drag this out a bit, I saw that the flogger had microneedles that would penetrate the skin to hit the nerves but not go deep enough to draw blood. The straps looked made from cotton balls.

I could see the face of “Irene” as I walked behind her. I let the strips glide over her butt. She told me that a baby-soft flogger wouldn’t even get her going.

I got down to look her in the face when I said, “I brought an exceptional guest to help give the demonstration. It won’t get your motor running either, but it hurts worse than you can imagine. She is into pain too. The thing is that she likes to cause it, especially to those who have preyed upon her.”

In walked a perfect example of things not being as they seem, not to judge books by their cover, and similar sayings. The teenager looked precious to the point that I wanted to hug and hold her in my arms to feel the happiness she appeared to exude. She was one of their family’s psychopaths.

The psycho came over to me, hugged me, and said, “This is one more step to my not becoming a serial killer. Thank you for the chance to return some of the pain she’s inflicted on me.”

Irene didn’t get to complete her witty comment. Her psycho sister put all her strength into the first smack on Irene’s naked back and butt. The straps were long enough to fan out to hit all the exposed skin exposed from the side. Irene’s scream of pain gave her psycho sister a big cum.

The little angel went over to get the flogger and said, “We are going to take turns.”

Molly in training? Shit, her psychotic older sister paled in fear as she nodded and handed over the flogger to the little girl.

The asshole who caused this whole cascading shit storm told the girl, “It is going to be too heavy for you to do anything, so try not to fail too badly.”

Two steps and then a spin had their little angel swinging the flogger to slap the asshole across the face.

“Did I fail to mention that these floggers got made by the same people who designed the black widow bullets? Sorry, my bad. Those who whipped with them won’t get subjected to the neurotoxin you were,” I told them when the asshole stopped screaming in pain. “The flogger only weighs two pounds with the majority of weight in the ends of straps.”

When both girls had given Irene twenty lashes each, the psycho sister got fitted with the harness and dildo.

“Please? I deserve to be part of the women in our family punished as I punish the offenders, but I cannot join in,” she said pleadingly to the tween.

Damn, that little girl has issues with her psycho sister, or was it the one with the dildo in her ass? Which of the girls screams the loudest?

“Yes, I do believe this is going to do what is needed to make my point,” I told them. “Since I didn’t kill you, I expect you will have a meeting with the lawyers soon.”

“Girls, this your area. Go enjoy getting out of bed to come to work this morning,” I said with a smile.

Slabs of beef escorted both men to their destination with Irene.

I soon had the little tween girl in my arms.

“Oh, that is what I needed to work through my issues. Can I please be the one to whip specific members of my family for all the nasty shit they’ve done to me all my life? They need to see that just because I’m sweet doesn’t mean I don’t wait patiently for ways to exact my revenge when they are least expecting it.”

The girl took off at a run when I said that was up to the punishment maids.

Her psycho sister waited until we were alone to ask, “Can you please fuck me? I’ve managed to keep my cherry for eighteen years, and now I want you to have it. I don’t give the first shit about you, but you did something for the family’s little angel that no one else can. I’ve always protected her and why she loved every second of whipping me. I’ve never had my pussy get wet before. If I didn’t know better, I swear she somehow set this all up so that she could thank me. I need to get fucked badly, and I would rather it be with a guy that can make me beg not to cum again instead of me making a continuous circuit of the ward trying to get what I need.”

I didn’t expect her to pick up the black-widow bullet and shove it against her clit. It still had enough toxin in it to give her excruciating agony. Damn, she wasn’t exaggerating about being into pain.

Somehow, she managed to pull the black-widow bullet off her clit for me to tear through her cherry and bury my dick inside her.

One of the androids came over and put a microneedle-lined clip on the girl’s clit. The design pulled back the hood over her clit to push the needles into the exposed pink nub. That brought her off, and it kept doing it as I pounded her pussy so hard that any more force would break bones. I never seemed to be able to cum, so I kept banging away until the little angel from before came to put her hand on me to get my attention. It made me slam all my meat into the casing and add the flavoring.