Chapter 442: Bad Families

I wonder what his story is and why he got drawn to Ellen.

Ellen sent in the boy she had found to play with here, and as soon as I saw him, I knew him. I watched the realization on his face when he sort of recognized me. I showed him a picture of me from before Paula’s accident.

He asked, “Darren?” in his family language, to which I replied, “Darren is dead. I’m David.”

“You smell like Darren and have his eyes,” he whispered in my ear.

I whispered back, “I also have children with Mary, Skylar, and Corwin. They took the helm when Darren and the Elder died in a lava flow inside a madman’s fortress. Whoever built it carved it into a dormant volcano.”

He was very relieved because the people in his family he was running from were now dead. I asked if he wanted to go home or back to some extended relatives, but he said no. If I would let him, he wanted to live here. It was the first place in his life where he felt safe.

I picked my phone and called Mary.

“I know it is late there, but I need your help. Well, Asmid needs your help, but I am the one asking,” I told Mary.

She was excited when she asked, “Asmid is alive? He disappeared when I was eight on one of the family spring vacations, and no one has seen him since. My sisters and brothers were all sad when he disappeared. They thought that bastard of a father, mother, or his siblings managed to kill him. He wouldn’t be their little bitch anymore. Someone taught him how to survive like your new daughter Ellen, but he doesn’t have the fire she has behind her eyes, or so I have been told. Can I speak to him?”

They were on the phone for a while before he handed me back the phone.

“He is welcome to come live with me and your harem anytime he wants. Right now, I need to make some calls to tell the few in my family that might want to harm him to tell them that he is under your protection. They don’t give a crap about pissing me off because it is likely to have them end up dead or disowned. We know why they fear you. Do you mind staying there for a few days? He says that he likes Ellen. Both became almost instant friends,” Mary asked.

I told Asmid to play with Ellen, but if they played naked to watch out. His balls were likely to get bashed racing around with her. She was as slippery as an eel when she wanted.

He whispered, “Well, she is slippery, but only between her legs right now. My little dick won’t do anything for that problem, and she knows it. I keep teasing her about it to make her chase me. She keeps her clothes on anyway because she doesn’t want to drip her pheromones for me to track her.”

Mary had been doing great when she left my house, but now her tits were staying engorged, and her nipples were sore. The twin boys were gaining weight quickly, and the pediatricians said they were happy with the milestones they expected the boys to have met. She made sure to tell me that I was a good man and always taking care of people when others would not.

“Can you have your daughter quit intimidating or beating up the older kids?” a woman asked, coming into my office. “She said they are doing bad things to other kids that you didn’t tolerate or permit, and they were going to stop it.”

Ellen popped in right then, dressed in a pair of leggings and shorts overalls.

She told the woman, “I will not let boys or girls hold someone down, strip them, and do what they were doing to them. I can smell their fear. All the ones held down had on the red bracelets. Most had on red underwear with NO on them in white letters. I wasn’t going to hear them crying and begging not to have that done to them, so I stopped them. You need to leave me alone if this woman isn’t going to stop these bad things. Do you know how hard it is to keep Asmid from cutting off a boy’s balls or a girl’s clit?”

The woman stood there horrified. I found the security footage of a few incidents, and Ellen was right. A boy or girl would corner another kid, strip them, and try to rape them or whatever they wanted to their victim.

“Ellen is right. I will not tolerate this behavior. I know we just opened, but I want to know why all this footage is not being live processed to alert Security to intervene before anyone gets cornered, much less raped,” I told her angrily.

I had Ellen stay in my office and close the door.

I got her to sit in my lap and asked her, “Do you think you will try to have sex with Asmid? He seems to think you are horny around him.”

“I don’t know, maybe? He is pretty small, and I’m not sure I like him in that way. Since I got boobs, I’m dripping most of the time, so it wasn’t because of him. Would you get mad if I couldn’t keep myself from trying that with him if he wanted to do that with me? I’m kind of curious after seeing you do it a lot. Terry talked to me for a long time about how it feels.”

I hugged her to me and said, “Ellen, it is your body, sweetheart. I don’t want you to have sex at all for a while because I want you just to be a kid. I will tell you that some say that having sex changes their friendship, sometimes for the worst. If you just want to find out how sex feels, wait till we get home and ask Tee. I am sure he would like to see how it feels too.”

“Ok,” Ellen said after thinking it through a bit. “I’m still not letting kids get stuff done to them that they don’t want by bigger kids. Well, that isn’t entirely true. I found some who don’t want it done but also like it when someone forces them to do that. Those kids don’t smell of fear, so I leave them alone.”

“I love you, daddy,” Ellen said, giving me a big hug. “You aren’t mean like other dads, but make sure I behave. Tee and Dee’s friends say their daddies tell them it is naughty to do what you said is ok for me to do if I want.”

I tussled Ellen’s hair and said, “Their little boys and girls would shit in their pants if a fawn ran past them. You are different, Ellen. Unless you do something that makes me have to tell you not to do it anymore, then I don’t see why I can’t give you a bit of freedom to be a kid. Now, if you don’t do your school time here, you and I will have problems.”

She kissed me on the lips, hugged me hard, and rushed out to find Asmid or kids doing things they shouldn’t.

“David, sir,” a woman that fit the stereotypical geek look said.

I’m not harsh here, am I? She is tall, wears clothes to make her look fat, has big glasses, unkempt hair, and is unsure of herself in any area other than tech.

“Yes, Bethany?” I said, watching her shock that I knew her name.

She took a few seconds to compose herself before saying, “I, uh, found the problem. Someone went in to turn off the security camera analysis. They didn’t know how to erase the footage from the cloud servers or even hide them doing it. I showed Security, and they have the people who did the tampering sitting with those men and women who are the last ones to talk with before someone can visit someone here.”

“First off, good job. Second, please sit down in that office chair and roll over here with your back to me. You are too pretty to have this mess on your head. Let me at least do something with it to get it out of your face,” I told her.

She wasn’t sure about letting me be this close to her, but she was about to cum when I got done working the tangles out of her hair with my fingers and then massaging her scalp before putting in a tight braid, which she could do, quickly, if she wanted, that got her hair out of the way.

I turned her around in the chair, put her glasses back on, realized they were only clear glass with an anti-glare coating with blue light blocking, and told her, “Now that is better. I won’t go insane trying to keep myself from grabbing you to fix your hair. I would say for you could get contacts. That won’t help the glare from the monitors. Turning on a low-wattage light might help a bit. I do have a question, are you so skinny that I can see your ribs or just want to hide a rock-hard body? I know you aren’t fat from how your clothes move on you.”

Bethany said she would be right back. When she returned, she wore leggings and a sundress, with long sleeves, which looked better than her old clothes.

I took her hand, went to the computer room. Bethany had her geek out, showing me what the video analysis found, and then double-checked the people involved. She sent Security all of the clips in question to have the kids involved, both predators and victims, to speak with the head shrinkers. The three staff members were going to chat with the security team that they didn’t want to question them, and then they had to go to HR.

“Now then, Bethany. We are going to stop by medical for me to pick some things up. Afterward, we are going to talk about it, so pick your place or mine. You might be good hiding that from everyone else, but I’m not everyone else,” I told her. “Or you can pack your things and leave. Your choice.”

I saw the dread on her face, but she took my hand to lead me over to medical and waited on me to get what I wanted. Then we went to her apartment.

“How?” she wanted to know as she worked off her leggings, panties and then took off the sundress.

As I expected, her body was toned and fit. Unfortunately, thin scars crisscrossed it the medical team missed when examining her or chose to overlook. The more recent ones are easy to see. She started to get nervous, and I saw her glancing at a box on the counter.

I pulled her into my lap, took out one of the micro-needle finger blades, put it on her right finger, moved that down to her pussy lips, pushed her finger against her pussy, and pulled her hand up. She used her other hand to muffle the scream of searing pain, then moans of unbelievable pleasure, and then twitched before going limp. I carried her to the couch, put her between my legs reclining against me, and caressed her face while she recovered. She ran the finger blade over her nipples and down along her arm. This time she grabbed a pillow to stifle her screams in pain and orgasm.

Finally, she carefully took off the finger knife, sat up to put it on her coffee table, reclined back against me, pulled my hands to her stomach, sighed deeply, and said, “How can something that gives that much pain not leave even so much as a pink area where I used it?”

“Because someone I know made those in a way that gives you want you needed without breaking the skin to reach the nerve endings. You aren’t ever going to stop cutting. It is just part of who you are. That doesn’t mean I have to let you scar up your body when I have something that works so much better without blood or risk of infection,” I told her. “Better? I mean, I suspected when I saw how you dressed, since there is no one here that you needed to wear oversized clothes to keep away from you. I saw that you were about to jump out of your skin, just coming into my office the first time. When you came back in clothing to show off your body, you were very relaxed, and it wasn’t because you got yourself off when changing. That is a different look.”

She sat up, turned around, pushed my legs together, straddled me, and asked, “So now I need to have sex with you in return? That is how this boss-employee thing works, right? If I want to keep my job, I have to screw you?”

Gone was the nervous, passive Bethany. She was now pissed as hell at me.

“I was thinking more of using the other things I picked up in medical on you,” I told her. “You aren’t very good at keeping the cuts clean. You have three that are very infected. I have to drain them first before I can put on an antibacterial gel and cover them. My friend Molly formulated this glop that somehow tricks your body into thinking the scar tissue it is rubbed over is foreign, and the skin around it needs to work it upward like dead layers of skin to get rid of it. I don’t know how long that takes, but the shallowest cuts will get replaced with new skin by the time we get back from our run. I will put more on so we can go to an early dinner. That is if you want, and I promise I will let you set the pace. I do have to change, though. So, can we get this done?”

She didn’t know what to think and was still confused as I finished pulling her sports bra over her small chest.

“Go get stretched out, and I will meet you at the track,” I told Bethany.

It didn’t take me long, but I thought she wasn’t going to show up. Instead, she went to medical, got more of the finger knives, headed over to two women she also knew were cutters, did to them much like I did to her, got the glop on them, and told them to get their asses to the track.

“They aren’t going to like it one bit, but I also grabbed biking shorts and sports bras in their sizes. You will see when they get here,” Bethany told me.

Sure enough, two women came up wearing sweats, with long-sleeve shirts, leggings, and yoga pants.

I took the clothes from Bethany and started changing the first one.

I told them, “Not going to happen, ladies. Time to let people here see your years of pain so you can realize everyone here has issues and demons they need to face. Bethany got your what you need to get the pain, but not the scars. My friend engineered them and lots of other nifty things that you can have up against your skin that only need you to rub a ring over them to make the microneedles give you pain. After our run, we will see how well the glop Molly made is clearing up your scars. Then we are going to have dinner.”

I gave the first one a lick on her clit as I pulled up her panties and bike shorts. The other had a leg over my shoulder as I ate her for the ten seconds she needed to get over the edge. Then I finished dressing her.

“Ladies, you set the pace,” I told them.

You keep on thinking that your half-marathon pace is going even to make me break a sweat. My legs are longer than yours, and I have more endurance.

Ellen appeared, dressed, to run beside us with Asmid right in step with her.

They ran a mile with us before saying, “Bye, daddy, this is too slow and getting boring.”

She and Asim took off and quickly ran out of sight.

“You do know that they are both pretty much skin and bones, right? Ellen only has boobs because my mom told the cook to fatten Ellen up a bit. I expect them to lap us a few times before you three decide you are over running for today,” I told them.

All three women tried to convince their bodies to run another two-and-a-half-mile loop, but they didn’t have it in them.

As they walked to cool down, I felt, more than saw, Asim and Ellen running flat out.

To the women, I asked, “You want to see something funny? Watch the kid’s faces. I promise you will wet your pants laughing.”

The kids saw me with the women on the edge of the track. They were both hyper-aware as when Ellen was hunting something like a cougar or bobcat. Neither had any idea that I could move so quickly. One second I was on the side of the track, and the next, I had them both held tightly to me. When I grabbed them, I felt myself do something that paralyzed their arms and legs temporarily.

I couldn’t see their faces, but the place in my head was feeling their emotions.

“Would it embarrass you to have two smelly kids in the shower with us? If it will, you three go shower, and we will meet you in the main dining area for dinner,” I asked.

The three women talked about it and decided that if I didn’t mind my daughter seeing my dick, they weren’t worried about Asmid seeking them naked.

We went around to get clothes from their apartments before going to my suite to use the oversized shower. Both kids were unable to move their arms and legs.

“I want to make it crystal clear to you two, once and for all,” I said as I dumped them on the bed and stripped them. “I am faster and stronger than both of you. I also happen to be a grandmaster in all martial arts. Should I ever have to face a grizzly or polar bear face to face, they won’t even get a paw near me unless I let them. I can knock them backward with a punch or just paralyze their arms and legs as I did yours. Do you two understand me? Neither of you is immortal nor super-human. I’m not the only one who can pluck you out of the air!”