Chapter 417: Bed and Dinner

“I’m sure I don’t need to know the details of how you gathered another thirty-four kids to ride home with you, but it isn’t a problem. It will help me check out the remaining places on your route. Elena will make reservations at each of them for thirty-six. I expect plenty of chaos,” Elena’s dad told me.

The food arrived first.

“Ok, kids, my name is David. You are in my custody until I let someone get you to take you home, which will require that they meet with some people who will discuss why you are here with me now. I’m sure you are all hungry from how you have been here doing since early this morning and haven’t had much to eat all day long. So here is how it is going to go. All of you are going to get naked again. Take a bag, put all your stuff in it, write your name on it and drop it into the secure box. If you have meds, inhalers, contact lens stuff, or things you will need at some point today, put them in a different bag. One by one, you will come into the bedroom. I’m going to feel you up and touch you all over, a few times at least. Once I’m done with you, you will go into the bathroom and let the person in the shower wash every inch of you and then wash your hair. You will then wash the one that gets in after you. Once you are rinsed and dried off, wrap a towel around you and eat. Clothes will be here shortly,” I explained.

I like that you like the idea of me touching you all over. It will make things go faster. I’m glad the implant somehow taps into my optic nerve so that I don’t have to figure out how to do this with a camera.

The first one into the room was the child service woman’s eleven-year-old daughter.

She was nervous but as horny as an undeveloped little girl can get, which wasn’t much.

“I may be doing what those people were doing where you were before, but I have to do this so that I can tell the information to the doctors where I’m taking you,” I explained. “We will get your height, weight, and then I’m going to check you over from head to toe, at least from the outside. While I do that, I will be asking some questions. I need you to answer them all, honestly. The longer you take, the more the others will get hungry.”

Food got through the embarrassment.

I found a pair of glasses with lights on each side with a camera hole like my tablet.

I got her full name, home address, parent’s phone numbers, names of her younger siblings, school grade, and the other details as I looked through her hair. Well, I had it seem that I was checking her scalp. The place in my head had removed her hair from where I was looking. The implant’s video saw what a camera would see.

Do I have to do it thoroughly? Argg. Why did I start a foster care complex?

Part of my instructions required that I feel her chest for the start of buds. That was no big deal. Rubbing and gently pinching her tiny nipples to see how it felt to her was a little much. All the kids living in the complex went through the same tests every three months. They needed the data and more often if they started puberty.

What the fuck? Is the orphanage funding that project?

I had to catalog every scab, scar, and irritated area.

“This may be a bit embarrassing. I have check down between your legs. To keep me from hurting you, I’m going to have you help me so I can see inside you down there. Can you do that?” I asked softly.

“Duh,” she said before giggling. “That is what I’ve been doing every month for the last three years. Before you ask, I know I’m red and a bit raw down there. I tried to do what the other girls were doing, and it was never as good as they said. Only one of the women touched the girls, and she wore gloves. She had to get in there close to see if she had seen any hairs growing yet. I don’t have any.”

Her cherry had a small, red, and still a bit bloody tear in it at six o’clock.

I asked her, “Did you let a boy put his dick inside you down there, or did you try to put anything inside yourself?”

She got shy and then whispered, “I snuck some of the slippery stuff they use to check the bigger girls inside because my spot, the one that girls rub, was getting raw. My finger slipped and jammed into me there. It hurt a lot, and I bled too. I would never have a boy put his thing in there, at least not until I’m older. Maybe in my butt, if they are small without hair. Their things aren’t bigger than my finger, and put that in me all the time. It is dirty, but it feels nice and not blah like in front.”

The place in my head showed me that her not feeling good rubbing her pussy was hereditary. Her mom had the same problem. There was no link in their brains to let them feel more than the sensation of them being touched. I didn’t even think about fixing it and found that I had done it for her mom, little sister, three cousins, grandmother, and her. Her cousins and little sister were under ten, so only I connected the tiny threads that almost all girls have. I saw with this girl that her butthole had a thread where her clit should have had one. I connected her clit to the place it should go. I found it funny when the enhanced data from my implant showed that she started puberty when she was ten, but so far, only the hormones that make her get taller and skinnier had been getting sent out. The rest were waiting on something else. I didn’t need to do anything to help her along.

When the girl insisted, I saw that she could get two fingers into her butthole, I saw that it plumped up her clit, and she started to get wet. I pulled her fingers out and told her, don’t put them around your pussy when it starts getting wet like now. It would give her a yeast infection.

“I didn’t pee, and it never got wet when I played with my butthole. Am I bleeding? It feels warm down there. Can you check, please? I can’t get it open enough for me to see when I try to look,” she asked a bit worriedly.

I took the fingers on her other hand and used them to rub her clit a few times, and then I pinched her under the arm to turn off the fun button.

I leaned in to whisper, “Maybe you weren’t doing something right. It seems that you are working down there like a girl with no tits yet should. Now get showered. I’m going to have a boy come in next, and you don’t have time to play with yours, any more than he has to play with himself.”

I got a hug and kiss before popping her on the butt and telling her to hurry.

By the fifth girl and sixth boy, either pre-pubertal or just started, I found out why they were getting studied. They didn’t have that thread connected in their heads either. I saw that the boys would get it eventually, but not until in high school. The girls never would. They had g-spots waiting to grow when they hit puberty, and their vaginas had only the tiniest threads to that place. These girls would like sex a lot but never get to cum, or only after fucking for a long time. I fixed the girls but left the guys alone.

If I put a thread in there for them, they will get hard playing with their dicks. Girls will start trying to fuck them.

With those kids through, I started checking the boys and girls that were in puberty. All the kids I found were between eleven and fourteen. Half the girls had put things in their pussies when playing with themselves, but all still had their cherry intact. Only two girls didn’t have that thin membrane, and they had done gymnastics when they were little girls. All the girls who had hit puberty got very wet when showing me their pussies and how they could rub themselves to feel good, which the people were letting them do. The girls and boys got to watch each other play with themselves as they talked about how it felt for them. I learned the five begging to do it a little longer had started to get close to getting off. The people were very good at stopping that from happening and having them cool off before recording the kids getting themselves turned on again.

A little bit off to me, but their data is in line with data collected in the past.

“We can’t,” the last girl said as a boy happened to be the last kid before her into the shower. “I mean, I want to play with you and let you play with me like that, but if we don’t get out of the shower now, there won’t be any food left. I haven’t eaten in two days. This guy here said we were going to the same place, so maybe we can get to play with each other there.”

There is nothing like hunger to work better than a cold shower.

Even though her mouth was saying one thing, her brain and body wanted something else.

I went into the bathroom to find they were starting to reach for each other to do more than wash. I couldn’t get to the boy’s butt to pop it, but his three-inch-long boner was where I could flick the head. I knew the girl had a zit on her butt, so I quickly squeezed it to pop it.

“HEY,” they both said at the same time.

“Out, you two. If left you two alone another few minutes, you two wouldn’t be virgins any longer,” I told them, even though I knew it would take them close to ten minutes to get where they wanted to try a tab d going into slot p.

I didn’t know I was doing it, but I didn’t put a girl and guy in the shower simultaneously that wouldn’t cause the girl to scream in pain if they tried.

I found eighteen towel-wrapped kids, and the rest, except for Desi, nude. Not one of them is getting aroused, not even those with a girl in a boy’s lap or a boy in a girl’s lap.

In the stuff that came with the food, I had a Styrofoam cooler full of insulin pens, a few growth hormones, and other pre-drawn-up syringes with needles on them ready to go. Each had a name on them. The growth hormone was before bed, but the kids who needed insulin found everything they needed to check their blood sugars. I had to give the shots to the kids with the syringes.

One girl, who got three different ones twice a day, told me, “I would do them myself, but I can’t reach my butt or arm enough to push them in all the way fast enough to keep from stopping too soon. I didn’t even feel you do them because you are so fast. Mom and dad always cause it to hurt. I know they don’t want to have it hurt, but it just does.”

They may not be modest around me or each other, but when there was a knock at the door, the nude ones headed for the bedrooms, with most of those only wearing towels. Others hid behind the sofa.

A woman was looking around like a crack dealer watching for cops, selling crack, in front of a police station. When she didn’t think anyone was looking, she rushed over to get a shopping cart full of random things.

“Take good care of them. We did our best, but we couldn’t keep the kids in clothes, shoes, or feed very well. They were all living on the street when we started taking them in. These are the few things they have that help comfort them,” she told me. “We will try to get them one by one as we can.”

I slipped out and told her, “No, you won’t get them because you are going with them. Go tell your husband and daughter to get over here.”

She did, and I pushed the cart in the room after ushering the three inside.

I know that they are wearing the only clothes they own, and their pockets have all their possessions.

“Kids! Out of the bedrooms. Adults are going to shower,” I yelled out.

To the man and woman, I said, “Go to the one on the left and get in the shower. I will put the things from your pockets into a bag on the dresser. Your clothes are going in the trash. There are robes in the closet. Put those on. I will have clothes brought for you two as well. I’m going to take care of your daughter. You trust me with all those you took in, so you can trust me with her too. I apologize now for you not recognizing her when you come out to get something to eat.”

“Desi,” I said, walking over to her. “Open your Molly Speaks app and then select Molly from the contact list. Tell her I need a forty-D, size ten panties, a size twelve dress, thirty-four waist with thirty-two-inch inseam slacks, large dress shirt with a size sixteen collar. Tell her I need to have a set of everything that would fit Molly added to whatever is coming, including the same materials. We don’t have a lot of time before we have to leave to beat the media cockroaches someone tipped off.”

I grabbed the people’s daughter, took her into the other bedroom, and then locked the door.

Her eyes went wide, but I said, “You’re getting a bath.”

“No. No. No. No bath,” she protested even as I was taking off her shirts.

She was begging as I got off her three layers of pants, two pairs of tights, and what were once a pair of cartoon nylon panties.

I had the bath half-full of warm water when she shut down.

The girl wasn’t quite unconscious but was more like a posable human doll.

The girl still has her cherry! No need for a special team to get you out, you bitch! How did she get that in her?

I rubbed the girl’s hair and her face until she opened her eyes to look at me.

“Please? No more bath.”

“Sorry, kiddo, you are going to stay in this tub until you are clean,” I told her. “But this is getting out of you. I hate these nasty bitches.”

If only it were telepathic!

Right as I told her I was getting the parasite out of her, it reacted, and I quickly found every part, every tendril, with a shield around it. I then “encouraged” it to get out of her body.

It was coiling up at the back of her vagina when I told her, “This is going to hurt, but I promise to fix everything so that no one knows.”

I put the washcloth over her mouth and zapped the damned parasite to let it know it was time to get out. It tried once more to send out feelers to inject her with toxins and eggs without success. I got a hold of the energy in it and pulled that hard out of her vagina. She screamed into the washcloth as the big fucking thing shredded her cherry and ripped open her vagina at the entrance.

I reached into the tub to grab the fucking thing, looked at the girl, saw her eyes go wide, and then slowly incinerated the thing.

This thing screams? Good!

As it made a horrible sound of pure agony, I burned the tendrils inward, watching them glow white-hot as they vaporized. I saw hundreds of tiny eyes open right before they popped one-by-one until all that was left was a tiny bit of ash, which I flushed down the toilet.

“Now that I got rid of that nasty fucking thing, we can drain this cold water and give you a nice, hot, soaking bath as I scrub off the months of grime. I don’t need to ask you to promise not to say a thing about that or that I fixed all the damage it caused inside you, do I?” I asked her.

She grinned and said, “Only if you fuck me once I’m all clean, and then before you put my cherry back.”

I will give that damn parasite one thing; it kept her libido turned way down because this variant was susceptible to gonorrhea and chlamydia.

From what I could get her to tell me, the parasite has been in her for a long time. She stopped being able to take a bath around seven. The damn thing caused the girl to panic when getting into a tub. The girl hit puberty at eleven, but it kept her body from letting her get even remotely aroused. Somehow it got what it needed from her blood since it didn’t want to risk one of the homeless kids having an STD. All those years of pent-up, repressed sexual urges hit her like a sledgehammer. The girl helped me get her clean from head to toe, including her natural fire-red hair. She was now free of all diseases, parasites, and what had been giving her vile gas.

I stripped quickly to jam my dick in her seventeen-year-old pussy and fucked her until I dry-fired inside her. She stayed on my hard dick as we made out and fucked again, but with her on top.

When I felt a ping on my shield, I looked her in the eyes as I followed the connection back into her head to link us, but keep me safe if she tried to do something to me.

“I had forgotten about this since that thing took it from me so long ago,” she said in her mind to me. “It only works for people that are like you. One of the kids my parents took in for a while was like you, but he went crazy one day and vanished. I miss him, but I can feel that he is dead and at peace. Whatever happened to him to make him like you also took away a lot of who he was before. Damn, I wished you didn’t have to put my cherry back, but it has to be there, and both know it. I couldn’t have asked for a better first and second time having sex. I will always love you, but I’m not having your children.”

We washed off the smell of sex. I got the girl in a robe and then did my magic with her hair, drying it after getting it where I wanted. She insisted on sucking my dick at the same time.

“Did you slow time? I know I have done it, but someone keeps taking how to do it from my brain when I learn it again,” I asked her.

She shook her head and said over the link, “No, but one of the kids does it. I don’t know which, and they have no idea that they are doing it. More than once, they have unknowingly saved all of us. They were doing it as soon as my mom, dad, and I got close. I looked at the bank clock when we got here, and the clock here in the bedroom shows only two minutes have passed. Fix my cherry already because I’m starved. Whoever they are, they know what we were doing here and are so happy that the thing is out of me finally. I can feel their happiness but can’t pinpoint them. Don’t look for them, please. I don’t want to know or have them know that I found out. Oh, before you break the connection, make sure my mom isn’t pregnant. Next month is ok, but right now it isn’t. I don’t know why, only that I do.”

Problem solved.

She agreed to put on a robe but refused to tie it. No one had seen her not wearing clothes, even when showering, because she used that to wash her clothes simultaneously since that parasite got inside her. The girl wanted everyone to see her fire-red hair and bush, plus her firm A-cup tits.

Her parents were in robes, but when her dad saw her, his dick made an appearance before he could cover it back up.

“Thanks, dad. That is what I needed after I got months of grime off me. I didn’t even remember that my hair was red. I hadn’t seen myself naked since before I started to get a chest. We all had to shower and dress in the dark. Good to know that I can raise the dead,” she said before breaking down in a fit of giggles befitting a tween girl, not a seventeen-year-old.