Chapter 421: Family Additions, Like I Need More

“I have a situation that ties back to the families. I found a girl, Ellen, that has survived in the woods for over two years since she was nine. It seems like a kid that can hold her own. Now comes the fun part. She has to become a member of our family. Either I adopt her as a daughter, or I get an eleven-year-old sister. I didn’t get the details why, but I suspect it is more elite family business-related. They did say that when she gets her period that she needs a loving family around her, and we seem to be the only one available.”

We talked, and they felt that things would be harder to explain if they adopted her versus me. So, Ellen was mine, and April got a big sister. I had the paperwork done, and the judge did her part. Ellen was now Ellen Jones. Daughter of David Jones. Since she was still in medical, I went to do the usual walk around the place. Nothing was amiss, but some kids did have valid suggestions that the assumed fell on deaf ears. I took them down and shot them to the office staff to review. I got an immediate response, but it wasn’t what the kids wanted. The suggestions they wished to have would deprive another group of a resource, which made it appear that one group was stealing from the other.

“So, here is what they said,” I told the kids. “Your suggestions were not ignored. They haven’t figured out how to explain why not or how to give you what you want. So here is the problem. What you want is entirely reasonable from your perspective. It isn’t from that of other groups, and here is why. If we give you what you want, how you want, it will take that resource away from one or more groups. From asking the others how they felt about it and if they were even using what you want, the responses are that it seems as you are stealing it from them. I know that isn’t the case, but you are kids and don’t see it from all angles. I have one way to take care of all the requests like this that have come in, and none of you are going to like it.”

One of the darker-skinned, blue-eyed, natural red-haired mixes of heritage somewhere in the middle of Africa, Asia, Norway, and Ireland, asked, “So to get what we want, we have to screw you and everyone else who has what we want?”

“Only if you want,” I joked as I reached over to tickle her until she said she was going to pee. “You can either work through your prejudices over color, gender, heritage, language, and sexual preferences, or we can stick in ear-plugs, put you all in a dark room, and make you wear night-vision goggles. If that doesn’t work, we have the best head doctors and technology in the world to reprogram you through nasty methods that Communist Governments and Dictators have proven work amazingly well, over time.”

Their response was predictable, “I am not a racist or homophobe.”

The group had a bi-sexual white girl who had grown up most of her early life in the deep south in a black-majority, primarily Baptist area. She became a racist not by choice, but because of reverse-racism against her for being a poor white family with parents that had committed felonies and had nowhere else to live. I took her over to the girl who vehemently said she wasn’t racist against any skin color or had any homophobia. I stripped the darker-skinned girl below the waist and told the white one to eat her pussy. I just knew that hit on both girl’s hot buttons.

“I’m not eating that nasty black pussy,” the white girl said.

The black one responded, “No lesbian white bitch is going down on me!”

Both were only twelve, so I had no problem with spanking their bare butts to make an example to all the others. I told them what was going to happen and the conditions for them to get out. I then stripped them and took them to the area the doctors created to address racial, homophobia, or even sibling tensions.

“That is harsh, David. I thought you said this wasn’t a prison, but it looks a lot like what they did in kid jail where they sent me to keep me away from my dad,” a boy said.

“Yes and no. Both girls have different skills, have needs their hormones demand they address, come from different backgrounds, and want to get away from the head shrinkers. The girls must work together. We know every minute bias and prejudice every kid here has. So, come on, you are going in with them. Neither of them can get pregnant yet, not that they have anything to worry about there. You hate both of them because of skin color, them being girls, and a list of other reasons,” I told him as I had him stripped too. I took him into the room, looking at the shock on the girl’s faces.

To the girls, I said, “He happened to open his mouth, and I realized that you needed more in your group. I am getting another too, but here is the reason why. He hates Blacks, Asians, and Whites. Then there are the thoughts his father beat into them about how women are for nothing but breeding stock, caring for the resulting little bastards, and fuck toys. Oh, and he is gay, but his father also beat into him that being gay was worse than masturbating, which got him a hit in the nuts each time his father saw him with a boner. Ah, here is the last for your group, a hermaphrodite with a fully functioning penis and vagina. Terry is a sexual predator raised by generations of WWII German parents who result from Hitler’s master race. If you aren’t blond, blue-eyed, and of what they consider a perfect bloodline, you are on this Earth to be their servants.”

“You are a fraud, David. A fucking sadistic bastard,” the hermaphrodite yelled.

To them, I said, “If I hadn’t had friends that are lesbians, straight, gay, black, white, brown, red, unicorn, and any other skin color you can think of, who watched over me while I was in a terrible place in my head, then I might have become that way. The psychiatrists and psychologists I saw after waking from a coma commented that they were surprised I hadn’t become a sociopath. I don’t expect you to demand that your rooms be moved so that you four are living in the same suite or plan to live together as a four-person couple after working through your issues here. But I expect you will learn things about each other that will let you be close friends that aren’t as racist or homophobic as you came in here. All four of you are young enough to learn that what you learned isn’t the reality. I had a period when something the doctors did to fix a problem with my eyes, and I ended up temporarily blinded. Someone told me something you need to think over. Even the hardest-core racists are color-blind in the dark. If you girls were strapped down a bed with only your pussy exposed, blindfolded, gagged, and wearing headphones, could you tell if it was a guy or girl licking your pussy? How about you the same for having your dick sucked? Would you know the difference between a girl with a strap on or a boy’s dick in your ass? What about your pussies? Yes, you say? I’m pretty sure you will get to find that out too.”

I left them there, cursing, screaming, and banging on the walls. They were together as a group, being pissed off at me. All four kids talked with each other about how they were going to get even as a team.

“HEY!” I yelled through the speakers to get them to jump back and pay attention. “That was fast. All four of you are already working as a team trying to break out to come after me. Good job. See, you can all get along if you work on it.”

I need to have that image on my office wall, blurred out below the neck, of course.

“Our dad was so homophobic that he never even changed Terry as a baby, and mom was afraid Dad would kill Terry if he found out about Terry having both sets of parts. He raised Terry as a boy. I was a girl, so worthless in his eyes for anything other than carrying on what he said was our pure bloodline. Being a girl did have perks. I didn’t have to listen to any of his bullshit. Terry got the full brainwashing day in and day out.” The girl told me. “Terry may hate you forever for this, but he, or she, is smart, so I doubt it.”

One of the psychologists had me come into their office to ask, “Why four children, especially those four, naked?”

I explained that I couldn’t quantify it, but I had a pretty good feeling that once the four of them got talking, they would forget about their nudity. The hermaphrodite child, with his deep-rooted bigotry and predatory sexual behavior, shall soon find that it won’t fly in that group. Those in the group will beat the hell out of him if he tries anything that they don’t permit him to do. I expect that it won’t take long finding that there is only one in their group that knows how to do what they need to eat, deal with the constantly clogging, low-flow water use toilet, and the other things that will make their time together miserable if they don’t work together. We knew that the floor got designed to be uncomfortable to sleep on, and the chairs aren’t much better to sit in for long. The bed is the only place they can find anywhere remotely comfortable. There is enough space for four kids their size.

“I give them two hours before the education begins. They will start spewing out what they think they know about each other’s heritage and people. If I’m wrong, then at least they learn to live together if they don’t want to be miserable. I don’t expect this will make them any worse than they are now. Should this work as I think, they will be the four who work together to educate the others and clear up any misconceptions that ignorant people have taught them. None of them have any chance of claiming I’m a racist or homophobic, not with dozens of children in my two harems that live at their father’s homes. One of these harems is black. These kids here have lived through enough shit. They shouldn’t have to worry about anyone else’s skin color or sexual orientation. I want to encourage them to sit down to have honest discussions about their biases and prejudices. Being naked will force them to be honest about what they say doesn’t turn them on, but does.”

They shrugged and said that worked for them. All the hospital and mental health treatment details were being well-documented to be published. This wealth of children from abusive homes, parents in jail, kids who needed a halfway house after kid jail, orphans, and all the rest gave them insights that haven’t been studied in detail.

“The funniest part of all of this is that I was trying to explain why the suggestions they were sure were ignored weren’t. Staff is trying to think about getting what the kids want without causing another group to feel slighted. I just drove right to the real source of the problem, and once the four inside the room work to resolve their issues, they will find that is why their suggestions were not implemented. Once they get over their hang-ups with each other, everything that they asked for won’t be needed any longer. The kids will go to where the resources they want are and use them with the kids they were prejudiced against before,” I told them.

An older, stocky female nurse came over and said, “You don’t get to make the doctor have any more work today. You, David, are due for a physical. Now I’ve been told you won’t have any problems providing a semen sample, purely for political reasons now that you are eighteen and the county wants off the hook. We have multiple sixteen and seventeen-year-old girls that you brought here today that said they would be willing to give you a hand, mouth, or another orifice.”

She took me to one of the rooms like the kids I brought in were being examined.

“Where’s the cup?” I asked.

When she handed me one, I stripped, stroked my dick hard, and had my balls give up a load of sperm for them to analyze.

“Is that all you need?” I joked.

“Not hardly,” she replied as she went to get it sent to the lab.

When she returned, she had a young woman from town training to draw blood. The girl couldn’t pay attention to anything but my dick as she talked to me. The nurse winked at me. I moved around to have the young woman between my legs and put her hands on my dick. I told the young woman to see if she could get another semen sample while I got her the blood in the tubes that she needed.

One beneficial thing about my shield is that it makes an excellent opening to guide a needle into my vein.

I got the needle in, and the nurse put the vials in to get the blood.

After pulling the needle out, as the nurse put a piece of gauze and tape over it, I told the young woman, “Looks like one is all I’m going to give for a while. I would let you do what I see in your eyes right now, but you have to get back to work, and it would make you smell like sex. That would make your job that much harder.”

Caught you! I love that cute blush.

I lifted her head, leaned down to kiss her lips, took her hands off my dick, and told her that she had bloodwork to take to the lab.

“Hold on a minute,” the nurse told her. “We have to measure that monster anyway, so I need it to stay hard. Can you help me out there?”

The young woman was more than happy to keep me hard so that the nurse could get dick stats.

Still nine inches, but six and three-quarters inches in circumference isn’t bad.

My weight remained steady at two-sixty-five, and I hadn’t grown any taller. The doctors found that my reflexes were still faster than they could accurately test. I ran for fifteen minutes at full speed on the treadmill, and my heart rate barely rose, but the place in my head did have me sweat a bit. I passed all their tests with flying colors, and then I had to see the other doctors.

“David,” one of the three in the room said. “You’ve had a lot of change in your life in the last four years. There are children you fathered, knowingly, and unknowingly. Our reports state that you have three women from different parts of the world who chose to have you father their children, which we see you delivered yourself. Then we have the most unbelievable thing about everything surrounding your flying never-before-seen aircraft halfway around the world to get your daughter from a madman. You killed no one, though none would question if you had, given your extensive resources at your disposal.”

I laughed, causing them to whisper among themselves before I said, “Now that is a discussion that I have had with those who I trust much more than I ever will you. The world’s nastiest people, the top one-hundredth of one percent, have some of the foulest people in their families that make Stalin, Hitler, Saddam, and the other sadistic bastards look like schoolboys burning bugs with magnifying glasses. I’m talking people who would cut open the woman carrying their child, rip the unborn fetus from her womb, and cut it up into pieces to sell the organs if the price was right. They wouldn’t have a moment of guilt over it. Manson stayed clear of them, for they scared the shit out of him. If these people wanted to eat babies for breakfast, no one would question them and ensure they had as many as they could consume. The inbred asshole who took my daughter spent billions to ensure no one knew what he was going to do. Why do you think he would go to that much effort to kidnap a baby of a middle-class nobody? Did he want the money and properties I acquired unexpectedly? No, the woman he bought to be his wife and bear his children could not give him children because of what little sperm he had due to generations of inbreeding. The girl became pregnant because his father was fucking her. Not that that did much to have her carry a child to term. The girl miscarried what he thought was his daughter. I know. It sucks to be him. Well, he only assumed he was getting a virgin bride. She had chosen to have me have the honor of making her a woman long before her parents put her up for sale. That lunatic believed my having been with her caused her to lose his daughter. In his mind, I took his daughter from him, so he was going to kill mine. He did a damn excellent job ensuring nothing was online, all face-to-face transactions, cash in the envelope type security with no one else knowing about the others except the few doing all the coordination. I had a lot of help and equipment that shouldn’t even be possible to make. I got my daughter and took her back home. That lunatic has to answer for his actions now. He was alive when I left.”