Chapter 393: Stragglers

I bet you turned pale.

As I walked Carla and Mandi over to the medical intake area, I told them, “You two will get scrubbed, shaved, disinfected, stitched up, and have the best medical care for hundreds of miles. I’m going to be right there with you. I might even help the doctors and nurses out where I can. Feel free to break down to cry all you want. We have plenty of mental health staff who are the best too. If they weren’t, I wouldn’t have brought one of my best friends here to get her the help she needed to deal with a problem that was eating away at her. You both know that you are so damn lucky to have remained virgins and still wonder what a guy’s dick looks like. Neither of you is a prisoner here. You can come and go as you like. Everything here is free for you. That includes clothes, your bedroom, and bathroom, both with locks that work, clothes, food, and pretty much everything else you could need. There isn’t a catch. I don’t want anything in return or you to offer me something you can’t ever take back. You aren’t the only orphans or runaways that need a safe place to live.”

Neither girl realized they were both naked in an exam room until a nurse moved one to get on the scale and get her height.

“Girls, let me give you some advice,” a lady doctor said as she walked into the room. “Trust anyone who can bring you into an examination suite and strip you without you even noticing. I don’t think anyone working here could get your clothes unstuck from all those sores without causing you at least a bit of discomfort. No need to be modest around David. He has seen more naked girls and women than I have in my entire career.”

I already had started using tweezers to get the stuff of the sores on Mandi’s back when she cursed. Shit! That hurts. What are you doing?”

“Do you want to know?” I asked.

“Yes!” Mandi yelled.

I finished on the one spot and took a stainless-steel pan around where she could see. Mandi turned green. Well, to give her some credit, so did the nurse.

“Let me see,” I started. “I pulled out three different breeds of maggots, a sliver of glass, two pieces of gravel, and the fibers from the clothes you had on at the time you got this wound. This one is one of the cleanest. Much longer, and you could have gotten septic. We don’t need to know what happened or how. It is your choice if you tell us or not.”

“Dropped, not pushed, out of a car doing around fifty miles an hour. They didn’t want us, and we sure as hell aren’t going back to them,” Carla told us. “No clue what changed or why, but one day they started to bring home seriously mind-fucked people. I mean, I could deal with perverts and druggies, but these were in a whole other class altogether. Who takes a person, holds them over the road shoulder, and repeatedly lets them skim right over the surface to see what gets stuck in them? They did that to both of us before they got bored. We were each held out and dropped on the pavement. At least they had our feet facing forward. They didn’t want us dead, or even seriously injured, just gone.”

Mandi said, “Can you hurry up? I need to pee.”

The nurse liked the idea of getting a urine sample, so she took Mandi off to do just that.

Carla added, “Mandi gets so upset about all the sores. We sure can’t go to a hospital. We’ve been saving to be able to afford to go to an urgent care place. Some don’t ask questions when paying cash. The sores were much worse, but I found this article online about how maggots can clean wounds. Downright gross, but they have been keeping the infections down. I’m so glad that you found us, David. This place is all that we heard it was and more. I’ve been so worried about Mandi because she keeps talking more and more about giving head or letting a guy use her butt, at least for a start, to get more money so we can get treated sooner. We are so fortunate that we found three private schools that provide uniforms for the girls. One caught us when we snuck in to shower but knew what would happen to us if she turned us in. Some nights we get to sleep there. Other times some people will let us sleep in their garage when the weather is nasty. Girls at one school learned what happened to us but couldn’t do anything that would get them in the spotlight. We’ve had them offer us money, but we refused because we both want to earn our way.”

“The girls, and women at the one school, have given us clean panties, sports bras, toiletries, and monthly visitor essentials,” Mandi said after coming back into the room. “The manager at your restaurant knows we have some issues going on, but as long as we show up to work on time, he doesn’t say anything. People think we are just young-looking, not that we are both this young. I turned sixteen last summer, and Carla will be eighteen in a few months. Are you going to kick her out then? What about me?”

I was working on her back again and said, to keep her distracted, “I get that being eighteen means the foster care and state kick you out on the street. We don’t. The only thing that would change is that Carla would need to move buildings so that she is in one with older teens and early twenties to cover her butt legally. If she is going to college, she probably wants that over being in a kid’s suite. You can move over with her if you want.”

When getting thrown from the car, all that she wore was shorts and a tank top. She didn’t have on panties or bra because she was sleeping when they grabbed Mandi. Crap from the side of the road pushed into her all over, including in her pubic hair. It covered the infected places because she had a huge bush. I took a pair of hair clippers and had her down to stubble before she could react.

Yes, David, you are that fast.

“Now we know why your pussy was hurting,” Carla said.

I quickly got the tiny shares of glass and metal shavings out from all around her pussy. I left the internal exam to the doctors after the place in my head showed me that she didn’t get anything inside. I went back to her back to finish there before I worked over her front. It didn’t take very long because she was able to see a lot of them herself.

Carla took a lot longer because she had so much crap in her skin, but only some of the places had gotten infected.

“I’m going to let the doctors do their thing to make sure I didn’t miss anything. They have some woman questions to ask you each separately. It is nothing I haven’t heard before. If there is anything they want me to know, they will tell me, ok? You will find that there is no point in trying to lie to them about anything they ask because they will get the truth out of you anyway,” I told the girls and left.

I headed over to my “office” to see how things were going here. As expected, the place ran itself. The yes, no, gay, bi, and straight-colored bracelets were working great. Some things did need my approval because they cost a lot of money. Then I had to deal with some staff issues.

“I have to be the bearer of bad news, but you need to address these matters quickly. Right now, we have three chaperones that we suspect are grooming the kids in other suites to want to have sex with them. The problem is that it is more of a bad feeling than us having any proof. Some are just little things like kids from other suites getting intimate with the kids in their suites. Before leaving, the visitors have been initiating hugs, kissing, and sometimes a quick grope. The adults in question aren’t responding in kind, other than to give a quick hug back. How they turn their faces to keep from getting kissed on the lips or pull back when groped is what we would expect, even their commenting that what happened wasn’t exactly kosher. That is the problem. How they are handling things has caused the visiting children to begin ramping things up. What else we have noticed is that while the kids in their suite all seem to get their relief, the visiting children are all engaging with these specific adults when fully aroused,” the lady who runs the place for me said. “A few times are one thing, but a teenaged male taking care of the needs of a teenaged female and not getting off is very odd. I know that some of the boys in these suites are very adept lovers. Specific groups of girls leave, not having climaxed even once. As we expect, the chaperones listen to these visiting kids’ woes for as long as the kid wants to talk, sometimes in private. The thing is, we know kids get frustrated and need some relief, so they will go seek out one of the adults to help them out. Every interaction with horny visiting children is always on camera and audio. Other kids who come to that suite to talk to them or their own charges often happen away from cameras using methods to block the sound, which we promote to help build trust. At times they will be on camera but turned so that we can’t read either of their lips.”

A shrink came in to add, “They are doing everything by the book if they were anywhere but here concerning those children, we suspect they are grooming to have the child initiate the sexual contact. All their conversations are friendly. Here is some video footage of two girls and two boys we suspect are being groomed.”

These videos do look odd.

As I watched the interactions over time, I saw the kids ramping up from quick hugs to hugs with a kiss on the cheek. Soon the kisses moved to the lips, the hugs were longer, and hands began to rub on the back of the suspected chaperones. The last videos showed the kids grinding against the chaperones as they worked to get a hand inside clothes.

“All the children are at least fourteen, so we don’t understand what game is going on here. As long as things are consensual, the two can get it on,” the woman told me. “This is why we are concerned. Something is amiss, and it worries us.”

I thought about it for a few minutes and then said, “I want you to set up a dinner with me, them, chaperones for the kids you think they are grooming, and Molly if she is here. I have a pretty good idea of how to get to the bottom of this, hopefully quickly.”

Molly was indeed here and hungry, it seems. She negotiated her meal with her doctor.

Once everyone was here, with our food, I said, “I want to know what the fuck is going on. You can choose to tell me right now, without any thoughts of lying, or you will tell Molly.”

I found out that everyone at dinner, except Molly and I, were screwing some of the teens from time to time. From how they described it, the kids came to them to get some sexual education. It wasn’t a regular thing but more of a random occurrence.

“Yeah, I know all about it,” I explained. “That is common knowledge and not anything to cause concern among the psychiatric or management staff. I’m giving you one chance to explain yourselves.”

I proceeded to eat as they whispered among themselves, trying to find out what the fuck I was discussing here tonight. All the chaperones gave me was stuff I already knew. I prodded them to tell me about their kids. How did they interact with the others in their suite? What about kids that came to spend some private time with their charges? Were any of them acting oddly compared to the behaviors they have seen since a kid moved into their suite?

That got some conversations going. The chaperones for the kids suspecting by the others were grooming for sex did bring up some kids whose behaviors were a bit off. All the kids were sexually active to some degree. The kids used to have guests over to screw around, but recently that had stopped. Those same teenagers were getting very moody and complaining about being horny but not finding what they desired or felt they needed from the one person they wanted. Sexual activities with anyone else wasn’t doing it for them.

If I hadn’t learned how to catch Molly’s sub-second facial responses and nods, I would have missed it.

I purposely didn’t know all the chaperones suspected of doing something off.

During the few minutes that they talked about noticed changes in behaviors. I was sure I had them all picked up. I knew Molly had already analyzed and processed the entire discussion and was coming up with multiple theories.

Just to stoke the fire a bit, I asked, “Do you know if those kids are going to see specific ones in other suites when they come back horny and grumpy?”

Soon the ones with kids that were horny and cranky started noticing that these same kids were going to visit children in the suites of the ones suspected of grooming these kids for something. It wasn’t very long before some connections were soon made. All those leaving them horny used to ring their chimes regularly. Now only those they visited were getting theirs.

Molly leaned in to whisper, “I’m noticing behavior patterns that don’t make sense. Some of those here are acting like they are mind-fucking kids to be the target of a child’s lust when such actions are not required to have consensual sexual interactions.”

I told her that is what we are trying to find out.

She did ask to borrow my phone to check some things. When we all finished eating, Molly showed me something a bit disturbing. These chaperones in question were all down at the bottom of the ladder for one of the elite families. None of them knew the others were distant relatives in the same elite family because they didn’t need to know.

I split those I knew were doing something tied to elite family business away from the others. We headed to my conference room. After a few quick texts, I had the information I needed. It didn’t take much to arrange to have the head of their families pulled out of bed to get on a video call with us.

“I would say I’m sorry to wake you, but I’m not. You know who I am. I’ve learned that each around this table belongs to a different one of the families under you. From their reaction, they didn’t have any idea that they are related until just now,” I told him. “I know enough about your world to be sure that this isn’t a coincidence or that you are ignorant of what the fuck is going on. How about you agree to stay the fuck away from messing with anyone tied to me, and I don’t call Yuki? Are we clear?”

I bet you just shit in your pants.

There was no way he could not agree to my terms. He would plead to beg Coriwn, Mary, and Skylar to have his entire family exterminated rather than face Yuki and her mother’s wrath.