Chapter 402: Sheltering at My Place

All I have to do is to sign and drive.

What? That is what I’m doing?

Looking at the four kids, I said, “Now that you have signed yourselves over to me, as your temporary guardian, you have to do what I tell you. There is a catch.”

“Told you,” Tate, the fourth girl that rubbed her pussy subconsciously when agitated. “Nobody. Nobody rides for free.”

“Hey, I’m not some monster, or the state wouldn’t have allowed a seventeen-year-old to take custody of kids his age and under,” I told her as I opened the emergency clothes bag. “You three are going to deal with whatever I have in my emergency clothes bag and let the school take pictures of you wearing those clothes. It will be an individual and a group shot. I will be using your phones.”

Tate didn’t get to say much. I put her over my shoulder to get a pair of junior girl’s sweatpants on her still tween body. The t-shirt I grabbed came to her knees. I took a dozen shots of her with her phone. Cooper, the boy, got lucky. I had found a pair of knit shorts that were his size, but the t-shirt was for a ten-year-old girl, pink and covered with flowers. He didn’t get a choice because it wouldn’t fit any of the girls, and all the rest were for little kids. Pacey and Randi, with an I, wore sweatpants so long I had to tie them up under their arms. At that point, the shirts I found for them were only for show.

Cooper has more of a chest than any of the girls.

“We aren’t going to have to wear these back here tomorrow, are we?” Pacey asked.

“Nope,” I told her after taking the promised pictures.

I got my phone and confirmed with the front-desk admin that I showed her the correct colors and styles of their school uniforms.

Right before taking the kids from the conference room, I told Pacey, “You’re coming back naked. I need my clothes back to have in my car.”

I like these kids. They all gave me a look that they knew I was a smartass.

When we got to my car, the girls complained about having to ride in the back. After what happened at the school, I explained that Cooper wasn’t about to be in the back seat. We missed lunch, so I grabbed fast food on the way to the complex. Once there, I got them set up with a suite for a few days before taking them to medical.

No one told them that they had to strip right there at the front desk, only that they would have undress to be examined. The four all blushed when the kids saw Cooper had gotten hard. What the girls didn’t know was that he had to pee. They did too.

“Fill up the cup to the line, kids,” a nurse said, handing them urine specimen cups. “You better not spill them, or I get my sample in a way you won’t like.”

To me, she said, “You need to go address your Molly problem. She managed to trick the staff into giving her another meal designed to affect her. This time it was targeted for a wholly different result. She justified her behavior as a well-deserved reward for her architectural services.”

I went to the top floor of the building, went into my suites, changed clothes, and then started to go over toward the area Molly had “claimed” while she was getting help.

“I hope the hospital has a pool full of boys that jack off too much,” one of the guys at the door said. “That girl may not be right in the head, but that has nothing to do with how she is acting right now. The doctors watching the security cameras in there said she is staying hydrated and eating. I’m glad that you finally showed up. I doubt we could have withstood another of her attempts to get out to scratch her itch. For a skinny girl, she is deceptively strong and agile.”

Before going in, I asked them, “Can you make sure that the two-hundred-meter lap pool is cleared out. Molly will swim off whatever she managed to hide or get the staff to substitute. The girl will swim for hours on end. She taught my daughter to float on her back while asleep in the water. We have to use poles to get her over to the side to get her out.”

“So that was your kid? I’ve seen videos of a little naked toddler swimming for a while and then swim to the surface and start floating on her back like she is dead. Now it makes more sense with it being your kid and that one in there babysitting her,” one of the women security guards keeping Molly inside said.

I sensed, more than heard, or felt her.

Ok, smelled.

“Can you call maintenance to come to replace whatever window Molly took out? You can have the cleaning crew go clean her rooms too. We are going to head into my suite,” I told them.

One of the women guarding the doors asked, “How could you even know she removed a window?”

Before I could answer, I took three steps back and one to the side. Molly couldn’t adjust her lunge in time. I used one of the magic moves, which I hadn’t a clue how to do consciously, right before throwing Molly over my shoulder. She could speak or scream, but her mental state wasn’t going to let that happen. Well, at least not until I smacked her firm butt hard enough to get her attention, briefly.

“She would have set off alarms if she managed to find a way to make a hole in the wall. Molly is determined and very smart, too smart to have risked falling to her death trying to balance on a two-inch lip going around the walls,” I told them and popped her butt again.

After a few seconds, she managed to say, “Went over, not around.”

I looked at the guards and said, “Cancel the window replacement. She got out a skylight.”

“How?” they asked.

“I guess that she figured out every way out of that room two seconds after she entered it the first time. Go in and see for yourself but stay well away from whatever she built. I guess that anyone lighter or heavier than her will cause it to collapse. She wouldn’t have a way you could chase after her when she decided she was getting out of there,” I explained as I popped her butt again to make her scream, delighting the security guards before going in to see how Molly did get out.

I casually walked into my suite with Molly, locking the doors behind us. I got her sitting in a chair. I got three of the green from the fridge, and four of the red bottles of stuff I know Molly put there for when she got herself worked up like this. She drank them down as fast as the attached straw would allow. My implant pinged me to get something from the back of the refrigerator. Molly had enough movement to shake her head no, slightly.

“You wouldn’t have put it in there if you didn’t want me to use it when needed,” I told her.

I carried her into the bathroom and put her on the toilet. That part of her could do what it needed with or without her wanting it to happen. I put her over the side of the tub and used the sprayer to clean her up once she finished.

When we finally got to the bedroom, I told her, as I stripped, that “I am disappointed, Molly. I promised I would be here as soon as I finished at that school. Something is toxic there that made the kids in sixth grade go off the rails. You can watch the security camera footage to see all about it. I’ve not ever broken my word to you.”

I saw her start crying, so I slowly undid what was keeping her from moving. Molly’s hot pussy touching my dick made me instantly hard, and she slid it into her before clinging to me like a scared child.

That is more emotion than I have ever seen her display. She is crying hard.

Molly’s body fucked me, but she didn’t. I could tell that it was on autopilot. Every so often, she would stop crying, snort down the snot in her nose, and then cum. Once her body finished climaxing, she was back to crying as I ran my fingers through her, surprisingly, long hair. It went on for hours before she sat back, came, and then smiled radiantly. Her mind was right there with her body now.

I linked us together, but this time I went into her mind, which she didn’t like at all. Since she wanted the massive, long orgasms more, she tolerated it. Things changed once her body physically didn’t have the resources to keep her pussy wet or make any more dopamine.

Connecting into mind kept you from going back into a coma and maybe never waking up, dumbass.

Once Molly’s lust was sated, her brain started to reboot. The stuff in the green and red bottles replaced those resources she had been denied since she got here. As her brain began speeding up, I felt myself pulling energy into my brain and then sucking what nutrients it needed from my body to let mine speed up with her.

Molly is going to burn through her nutrients before I do.

I somehow knew she was back to the speed of thinking that her mind has always run. I realized that I miscalculated. Her brain and body are used to running this fast, so once she got recharged, her body was putting the nutrients she digested back into reserves. Mine wasn’t. It was using them exponentially faster. Before I could burn through the little bit that I still had to pull from my body, I felt my body twitch all over, and then I stopped using the nutrients up to power my brain. Molly noticed it, too, and began to panic. She tried to free herself from my arms without any success. I stopped her body from getting the signal from her brain to move.

What the fuck is the implant doing? It is burning my brain!

I was in more pain than I ever felt before, even when hit by lightning. It kept going without any way for me to stop it. Eventually, the implant vaporized. The pain was instantly gone. My shield had stopped whatever happened from damaging my brain but couldn’t block the pain.

Sometime later, I felt myself start to cum. Then Molly came too. In the back of my mind, I knew that physically our orgasms were like any other we have had in our lives during sex. Being inside Molly’s mind, at her super processing speed, those five seconds lasted for days. When we both stopped getting off and the hours of afterglow faded, I had instant clarity. I saw every neuron in Molly’s brain all at once. I saw every abnormal area that caused all her various conditions. I know how to fix them. A way to rewire her brain to be what it should have been. I could feel her trying to take control. She wanted to fix herself. It wasn’t happening.

I did, however, rewire some areas that needed fixing.

From what I learned remaking Paula’s brain, I found some miswired sections. Four were related to what dampened her body’s signals that told her that she needed to use the bathroom before it became urgent. The others I changed needed to be adjusted from how they worked in her sibling’s brains to the required ways in Molly’s.

These adjusted the ways her body processed sugars, broke down foods, and slightly modified her stomach acid production. It would keep raspberries from causing the chemical reaction in her gut, creating so much gas that she would be unable to stop herself from farting continuously for around a minute. The farting she was proud of being able to do since she learned how to tune her farts to make a bit of music or sound like someone blowing a raspberry. Now the accompanying smell was so vile it made her want to puke, and she was used to it now.

The final one I decided was just something sweet to do for her. When she was in puberty, her brain never connected the nerves in her fuck tunnel to the place where her clit and g-spot are connected. We tested that it worked as it should now, then it seemed like I blinked and I was somewhere else.

I’ve been somewhere like this before.

I realized that I was in a place similar to where Elise got trapped in a prison of black, white, and greys. Unlike Elise’s mind, here is filled with vibrant colors and lots of activity. As I walked up behind Molly, I knew that this wasn’t a prison at all. It is where Molly goes when she is swimming.

As I put my arms around her, I found that it was the way I would be if I hadn’t been hit by lightning. My dick was still nine inches long, but my body was average. I didn’t have any of that place in my head either. Here we were, two kids with correctly wired brains.

When I put my arms around her and pulled her naked body against mine, I felt the intense, almost overwhelming feeling of love coming from her. All those emotions her brain kept her from feeling she felt here. Happiness, joy, love, sadness, anger, they were all raw and unfiltered.

An intense sense of raw, primal fear hit me. When it passed, everything went numb. Sometime later, anger built up until it did overwhelm Molly. Slowly it faded to hopelessness mixed with uncertainty. Not knowing anything else to do, I did as I had learned. I sat with her in my lap and rubbed her back.

“Molly,” I said softly, or whatever equated to that here. “The man-in-the-machine’s AI didn’t see any patterns because there were none to find. All those sent here got paid cash, came into the country at different times, in different places. Each came here with GPS coordinates, a GPS receiver that self-destructed upon reaching the location, and a satellite map. The maps originated from a single Giggle Map view from the public library in town. They used it as the source for creating large-scale photographic prints in a lab. Until moments before the attack, every attacker had been off-grid and dark for months. They only used cash at places without cameras so that automated tracking systems would begin tracking them via facial recognition. They swapped vehicles to those titled in the state where they were driving. It was an expertly planned operation by geniuses, who so happened to be working for an inbred moron out for revenge for something he was too stupid to comprehend. You saved those kid’s lives and your own. The people orchestrating everything made sure their activities were old-school. No one knows any of the others and never had face-to-face contact with the people who hired them. You didn’t have enough data points even to begin seeing a pattern until after it was already too late. Molly, you can’t let something you had no way to control or plan for keep tearing you up inside.”

“I know. It is why we are in this place in my mind, even though it scares me so. Please, make love to me here where we can share the raw emotions? You are the only one who can,” she told me as she got me on my back to mount me. Her raw feelings were on full display as she got to make love to me.

When we finished, she told me, “Sorry, David. That syringe isn’t for me. We can’t link like this again without messing with your brain. Your reflexes do process at the speeds that I think. You met me in my special place, and I cannot have your mind in there. This is how it must be.”

I never felt my shield drop or the place in my head go green before turning off. I felt the needle prick and then the burn of the stuff going into me. I fought to keep linked up with Molly, but my brain speed was quickly slowing. I couldn’t stay awake.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke face down and strapped down onto a table, paralyzed. I could breathe and speak but not move my head or body.

“Don’t speak. We don’t want your jaw bone to get out of alignment,” an android said. “The Man is about done. It must be perfect. Nothing less will suffice.”