Chapter 422: Eres Tu Nuevo Hogar

After breakfast in the morning, I watched the kids show me how well they were riding their pedal-less bikes. They were having such a good time with them. Mom said that most of the kids two-and-a-half and older abandoned their tricycles and other riding toys for these bikes. While they only had them a short while, they were riding them until the kids exhausted themselves and then were back on them as soon as possible.

Mom and dad spent a bit of time getting to know Ellen before going to work. While they talked, I went to check on Camden’s house. It was to the point of waiting on the drywall mud to dry so that they could start putting in tile in the bathrooms, then vanities, toilets, mirrors, and tubs. Molly sent me a message that she was happy with the speed of the progress. The private school was ahead of schedule. All the kids coming to learn a trade were getting the more time-consuming and tedious work done quickly. Mostly we were stuck waiting on the concrete to cure fully and the test samples to meet Molly’s requirements.

There are some homes under construction. That is great.

When I got home, Ellen and I both had bags packed with all that we would need to drive non-stop to where I was to get the first group of kids. Ellen liked the integrated toilet in the middle back seat. She giggled as she stripped under her micro-dress-like shirt and took care of her business multiple times as we drove. I didn’t know that the car had a wash hose with a nozzle that cleaned the shit off very well. Ellen said she was very good at doing that with just water because having the smell of crap was picked up by animals.

“David or dad?” Ellen asked.

“Whatever you like, Ellen,” I said, patting her leg.

“Can you tell me why the bubbles made me feel so amazing between my legs? I’ve rubbed myself many times once I noticed it felt good a few days after finding the hard bumps under my nipples. Nothing like that ever happened, though. I felt like pure joy and happiness came to me inside suddenly,” Ellen asked.

I had her lean back, told her to put her feet on the seat, and push her knees out as much as possible to get so I could reach all of her pussy down to her butthole. I gave her an anatomy lesson as she held her first-ever cell phone upside down so she could see everything I was talking about. I noticed that she didn’t have her cherry and asked her about it.

She giggled and told me to pull over to the next rest area or exit.

It took us a while to get to a rest area, and we did have to both pee, so she checked that if she bent over, her shirt didn’t pull up over her butt. When happy that wouldn’t be a problem, she told me she wasn’t wearing any panties unless I made her. I didn’t.

She won’t have any problems dealing with some boy or guy who thinks her without panties means anything other than she didn’t have any.

When we were about ready to go, she squatted on the seat, pulled her pussy open wide, pushed two fingers inside herself, and pulled out a tiny pocketknife. She then reached back up inside her to pull out a thin whistle she said only animals could hear. The last thing she pulled out was a tiny mechanical pencil lead tube. Inside that, Ellen had a thousand dollars. It was emergency money if she ever needed it. I told her that it wasn’t a place to put those things.

She slipped them back in without any discomfort and got buckled in before saying, “It is ok. I keep them all very clean, but I will need to get stuff to clean them because I didn’t bring the things I used at the RV park. It took daddy and me a long time to get my hole open down there wide enough for more than the little knife. Whenever I take them out for more than a minute, I use alcohol to clean them and then L-X jelly to cover them to go in my hole and then push them in. You had some in the bathroom, so I cleaned them well this morning and then put them back in while you took a poo. I like your stuff better because it was slicker. I did find a fake wiener like yours that I put in that hole. With the slippery stuff, it went in halfway. Desi said I needed to know if you would fit if you get hard while sleeping while holding me with my back against your chest. I tried to get the fake dick in my butt. It didn’t go. Daddy did tell me that is where a boy puts his ding-dong when I get hair and starts to bleed each month so that I can make a baby. I didn’t have anywhere else that would keep them safe, like a pouch. I made some of those using bone pieces, tendons, and hides from animals I killed. It held things, but I had no way to keep it on me when I had to be naked to hunt so that the animals didn’t smell me. That was my pink purse dad used to call it. I never lost any of those things. At least it will keep your dick out when we are sleeping.”

She told me about the things she had to do. Ellen explained how she could find flint easily in that area if she couldn’t find one of her hidden lighters or wax-coated matches. She had bigger knives hidden all around that park too. All were wrapped up on oilskin to keep them from rusting.

I could feel her nervousness as we got off the interstate to get to the first sanitarium.

I explained who I was, that Ellen was my daughter, and that being here would help the girls not worry about going with another strange person.

“I hope you are the weird-kid whisperer. They don’t speak, and the sounds that they make sound like some attempt is gibberish. Paperwork says to give them to you. It doesn’t specify if they are to wear clothes. Right now, they managed to get through a high window and are out in the exercise area. They can’t get out of there. Eventually, they will pass out from hunger. We only need to wait and then get them.

When I went out of the door to the area, he told me that they made the nonsense sounds they made sometimes. They were believed to be Hispanic but didn’t respond to things said in Spanish or Portuguese. Each aggressively responded when someone tried to touch them. The best they had been able to do was sedate them and then give them one of their crazy cocktails consisting of anti-psychotics, ace inhibitors, and various happy pills that made the kids sit in a stupor most of the time.

Outside I located the six kids. One had their bare butt aimed out at me, so I got a tennis ball and hit them right in the crack. The kids that I hit let out a string of what the people here thought was random gibberish. Instead, it was a string of very nasty curses directed at me.

“If you want to see your brothers, sisters, and cousins, plus stop being drugged when you don’t need it, let us get out of here before the place changes their mind,” I said in their language. “There are clothes on the bus if you don’t want to wear what they give you here until you get on the bus. I don’t care, and the bus windows won’t let people look in. Get any possessions they allowed you to keep. If they have anything else, I will get it for you. We have other things to talk about on the bus.”

When the one I hit in the butt came out, I got a nasty look, and when they stood up, I saw it was a boy. He saw where I was looking, so he waved the soft, uncut nub at me, said something in another language, and headed off to dive into another place the staff couldn’t get into to drag him out. I told him to get his skinny butt out here before I had someone drag him out. I spoke in the language he just used. He laughed.

I put my fingers to my mouth and let out a long, shrill whisper that got the attention of the six kids and probably half the people inside the building.

That got their heads popping up to at least see who made their ears almost bleed.

I took a shot at it and used one of the Basque-like languages like the kids in the elite families, and said, “Get out here now, or I will send in someone who will not only get you out but will make you beg me not to send her in after you again. Her dad was killed when she was nine, and she survived two years alone in the woods.”

Oh. At least two of you know about Ellen. You can go down on each other all you want once we get on the bus. I might even fuck you both since you are only a year and a few months younger than me.

The other four kids, including the boy I hit in the ass with the ball, said several different taunts, so I know that they understood me.

“Ellen,” I said as I stuck my head into the door leading back into the mental health hospital. “I have four that told me there was no way you could get them to come out and keep them out so we can get them on the bus.”

The doctors and staff tried to keep Ellen in the waiting area. It didn’t do them much good at all. I told Ellen that it was her choice if she went in naked or not. She handed me her minidress, t-shirt, and sandals.

To the two naked girls beside me, I said, “If you have anything in your cells, I mean rooms that you want to get, you better do it quickly. We have more kids to pick up on our way to my second foster-care complex. We can talk on the road about if you want me to find if any of your family want to take you into their home. Things have settled down since last fall so that you might be safe now.”

“We have nothing. There was no time to get anything but what we would sell to live. Those people who captured us took what little we had to send us here, so we stayed safe,” one of the girls told me.

“David? Dad? Do I have any limits?” Ellen yelled out.

“Don’t break anything and no cuts or internal injuries,” I replied.

The boy heard me, and he clearly understood English. He came out of his hiding place within a few seconds of Ellen heading in after him.

He looked at me, punched me in the stomach, hurt his hand, and said, “You are mean. That girl said that she would shove my dick in her pussy, where she keeps her knife. I don’t think she was making it up.”

“When you don’t have any pockets, where else do you keep the knife needed for you to survive if you are a girl?” I asked as I watched him trying to work that through in his head.

A boy and then a girl came rushing out from another area. The boy had a nest of dark curlies, but his balls were barely bigger than Tee’s, and his dick couldn’t have been more than three and a quarter inches long or fatter than my middle finger. His dick was hard and shiny. The girl had more than pussy juice running down the insides of the thighs. At least she was fortunate to have small tits. She had some pussy hair, but it was still at the point where it looked like someone drew each hair on with a felt-tipped marker.

One orderly called for me from the door and tossed me a wet hand towel and a dry bath towel. I didn’t let the kids have a choice as I cleaned up the girl first and then the boy. They weren’t happy, but I told them that I could have let Ellen do it.

I heard giggling and some sighs before the last two girls before all three girls came out and walked over to me. They were blushing.

“Dad. I, uh, found out something that girls can do together that feels like the bubbles last night. I’m sorry I was bad,” Ellen said, not looking me in the eye.

I washed all three girls to get rid of the remnants and then told Ellen, “Oh, Ellen, sweetheart. I have three best friends that are girls and only into girls. Girls doing that with each other, or boys doing what boys can together isn’t anything wrong to me, Ellen. As long as they didn’t force you or another to do that with them, then I have no problem with it. You don’t seem hurt or scared, so I will guess that you liked it.”

“Uh-huh. A lot,” Ellen said as she took her long t-shirt to pull it over her head.

With nothing there for the kids to get and the hospital having gotten nothing when the kids arrived, I only had to sign that I took them and get a picture with me and how they were dressed when we left. None of them wanted any of the hospital gowns or pajamas. On the bus, they found buckets of some sort of thin gel that clung to things that weren’t supposed to be on their bodies. That included cum.

Ellen had a blast being my helper since she was my daughter. Not having seen a dick up close before, other than mine and her father’s, she had to get the boys to show her how to check to ensure their dicks were clean. It delighted her to no end when they got hard from her pulling the foreskin back as they explained. She checked the girls too and found that all four still had their cherries, which brought her up with questions. I told Ellen that she didn’t have one anymore because of her need to put things inside her to avoid losing them. She got that but was interested in how the boy and girl were having sex with the girl still being blocked.

I asked the two about it and then told Ellen, “He didn’t go inside her in front. They only just rub together. Sometimes he puts it a girl’s or boy’s butt.”

“So, if I took the stuff out of me and put in more of the slippery gel, I could get him to go inside me?” Ellen asked as she was kind of talking to herself.

“Yes. That doesn’t mean you should. Why don’t you wait to do any of that until your body is ready to have sex? Girls normally don’t have things they hide up inside them,” I told her. “You need to enjoy being a kid for a while without having to worry about where you are going to find shelter, food, clean water, and know you are safe. You can learn about being a teenager and a woman when it is time.”

She gently hugged me from behind as I was driving and said, “I love you, dad. You are nice like my dad that died and didn’t talk to me like I am just a little kid, even if I am.”

We stopped at a place on the map that had food for these kids that wouldn’t cause them any more stomach problems like what they had fed them at the crazy house to make them have to use the bathroom. Once they had food in them, they were sound asleep. Ellen was holding the younger of the two boys in her lap because he was whimpering and restless. Her stroking his hair had calmed him down so that he could sleep. He had to go pee at some point, so Ellen saw that he had a boner sticking out when he stood up. She pulled his pants out and looked in.