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Incredible Changes

Copyright© 2013 by Dead Writer

Chapter 454: I Don’t Play Favorites

Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 454: I Don’t Play Favorites - David is a apathetic eighth grader who has a very dramatic experience with nature that forever changes his outlook on life and guides his future.

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   Ma/ft   mt/Fa   ft/ft   Mult   Teenagers   Consensual   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Heterosexual   Fiction   Science Fiction   First   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Safe Sex  

Tanesha will need someone to tell her the truth about what is going on with her brother and cousin, not give her glossed-over bullshit.

A girl that lived here came over to sit with me and ask, “Why did you have them take a blind girl up to your suite when you say she is freaked out by whatever happened to her brother and cousin? Isn’t that a bit of a dick move?”

“If Tanesha weren’t blind, it would be a dick move. In her case, she will fall back on survival skills for a person who lost their sight or has always been blind and begin making a mental map of the suite,” I told the girl. “That will take her about an hour due to the size of my suite. I expect exploring the cabinets and refrigerator will take her another hour.”

The girl then asked, “She’s blind. How can she have any idea what she finds in your kitchen cabinets or refrigerator?”

“It is easier to show you,” I told the girl as I got up, had her close her eyes, and took her over to the serving line. “You have sight, so you don’t see that there is Braille everywhere here. It isn’t blatant, but it is there. I’m going to run your fingers over the cards for each item on the serving line today. We have the same for the drinks and coffee machines.”

Once I let her open her eyes, she looked at the instructions for the coffee machine and said, “I don’t see them when I look, but I can feel them. How is that possible?”

“According to the techies, they have a custom printer that puts the dots down on the paper before they run it through the modified laser printer. The driver software will take the Braille dot printer input and adjust how much toner goes on the paper. We can print in full color, and the dots disappear to the untrained eye. Labels are on all the things in the kitchen cabinets and refrigerator. Instructions for the coffee maker, toaster, and microwave are also there. On the other hand, the oven says to leave it the fuck alone or risk getting the shit burned out of you,” I told the girl as I went back to eating.

She dropped opposite me and said, “I keep learning new things here daily. For months I’ve waited to find out how this was just some sick experiment, and I would find myself back in some foster home to learn who I had to blow or screw to stay there. I found that everyone working here is doing their best to make sure I can be the best person I can be and do anything I want to make an effort to learn. Sure, I have the crap we all have to take in school, but I was working a concrete pumping machine today, and yesterday I was up in a crane learning how to get the steel beams over where the construction people wanted them. I screwed up a lot on the crane all day, but the guy never got upset or even yelled at me, except when I wasn’t paying attention and nearly caused an accident. I kept waiting to be kicked off the crane, smacked around, or get told how I kept screwing up. I know he wasn’t supposed to let me because I’m only sixteen, and we aren’t allowed to use heavy equipment. Do you know I’ve never pissed in a bottle before? The guy took me off to the side of the crane and showed me how to pull myself open so that I pee almost like a boy. I had been holding it for hours because I didn’t want to climb down to use the bathroom and back up. He didn’t even touch me to show me what to do. He got one of the mirrors they used to see stuff on the crane and pointed at the mirror instead. When I got done, he told me he would give me some privacy to take care of my pussy which was wet and not from pee. I was so embarrassed because I’d never rubbed myself off before. After being molested, I feared it would hurt if I touched myself because it always did when others did it to me. He had me stick my middle finger out, held my wrist, helped me get started, and then went to work the crane while I figured the rest out. Printing those hidden dots on paper is another of the things they do here to make things better.”

“This place, and the three others around the country, were made to give a safe, healthy, supportive place for the kids often forgotten or ignored when they enter foster care. I didn’t ask for what came to me when a guy I met a few times died. Paying to run this place puts some of it to good use,” I explained. “You seem to be getting the most out of what is here for you, making me happy.”

Before heading away, she said, “David, you are a good man. There are so few of you in the world. Now I know why girls would strip and spread their legs for you without question in the blink of an eye. Not me, at least not yet. I’ve had enough dicks and fingers inside me that I didn’t want that. I think it will take much more therapy to be able to have sex.”

It sounds like you are working through your issues, which is good.

When I was finally full-ish, I headed up to my suite.

“Tanesha, I am going to take a shower if you are finished eating candy,” I told her as I headed to my suite.

She entered the bathroom, carefully folded, and placed her clothes in a particular order on the counter before getting into the shower with me.

“You’ve finally gotten bumps in your chest and what looks to be a few of the long-straight hairs girls get at first,” I told her as I washed her hair.

She sighed as I worked conditioner in her hair and said, “Can I move in here? Everything has Braille on it, and I found everything I wanted. You have all my favorite candy, snacks, and sodas. I’m mad at my brothers for not telling me I started getting my hair down there. They should have seen it because mom makes at least one of them get in the shower or bath with me because she still doesn’t believe I can do it all myself now. At least I don’t have to see their wieners, but they make sure they tell me all about them. Yours is longer than any of theirs.”

When we got out of the shower, dried off, and dressed, she asked, “Are they going to live, David? No one will tell me anything, but I heard they are both in bad shape. I had a little sister die from being hit by a car and a cousin from some strange illness that hit him out of the blue. I love my cousin and brother. I don’t want them to die, even when they make me mad on purpose by moving things around on me.”

“I don’t know anything about their injuries yet, Tanisha. They were lucky they came here to care for their family obligations after the bad deal. I have the best doctors and equipment Darren’s money can get. I’m pretty sure that if anyone in the world can keep them alive, it is the people working on them now. Why don’t we go on down to check on them?” I asked. “You lead the way.”

I did correct her tapping to do a broader arc and sweep, but she got us back to the surgical waiting room.

When we got there, the doctors explained what they had found so far. One of the boys had enough damage to part of his liver to require them to remove about twenty-five percent. They said that it would regenerate that missing part. The other boy was touch and go. He lost a lot of blood from internal injuries. Surgeons found all the places he was bleeding and stitched them up. They are keeping him sedated, but he was breathing on his own, which was a good sign after they found the punctured lung.

“Both will need at least one more surgery to replace the fractured ribs we had to remove. From X-rays and scans, we are creating replacements made from a scaffolding material that is harder than the original bone, but which the body will consume as the bone grows back,” a doctor said. “It is a miracle that they are both so hard-headed. One suffered a skull fracture, but there were no brain injuries. The other should have had his skull crushed from the knots on his head. Both have two nurses dedicated to watching them closely. You can come to see the boys through the observation window but can’t go into the room with them. We don’t want any chance of introducing pathogens or infectious diseases.”

I walked back there with them and loved hearing how they were beyond impressed with how both boys were effectively in isolation rooms, requiring procedures on par with clean rooms for making computer chips and hard drives. Each room had two nurses wearing a sealed rubber suit connected to a system that circulated cool, fresh air inside it.

When the doctor knocked on the glass for one room, the nurses pulled back the covers, unsnapped the gown on that side, and pulled it back so the family could see the boy’s body from head to toe. They repeated that in the other room. It wasn’t pretty. Using my implant with the place in my head showed me that they had all their internal injuries fixed. Life was going to suck for them for months.

They will walk out of here instead of being carried in a pine box.

One of the mothers walked me away from everyone else to ask, “Why did you do this for them? You owe none of the families anything, and because of them, your friends got buggered. Other families will hear of this, and we will be viewed as weak and unworthy.”

“Let me explain something. I don’t give a flying fuck about your elite families or the whole screwed-up ideas you have about things. Your son got jumped. Shit happens. He could have gotten shot, which I hear is what would have happened in the past before Darren suggested whatever he did that helped make things more profitable. As far as I’m concerned, your family did the honorable thing by keeping up your end of the agreement and providing something of a higher value as a way to apologize. Those girls have no clue who any of you are, only that they came here to work out a deal to get what they wanted. If that meant getting their pussy or ass fucked for whatever, then that was their choice,” I told her, making sure the others could hear me as well. “I don’t play favorites, nor do I have to play by your rules. I saw two boys who got the shit beaten out of them would die in hours without medical help. I have the best in the world, so that is where they went. If I were somewhere else, I would get them to the nearest hospital and pay for whatever it cost out of my pocket. It isn’t like I’m hurting for money. I can’t spend the billions I’m making each month, much less Darren’s trillion in the bank. If you have a problem with me saving your son’s life versus traumatizing the poor girls riding to the party when the boys died in the SUV with them, then take it up with Becky. I won’t take any shit from her, Corwin, Skylar, or Mary, so I’m sure as hell not taking any from you.”

She stood there, mouth agape, trying to figure out what to say or do. I just pulled her into a hug.

That is what she needed more than anything else. She is too proud to seek comfort in the arms of another.

“You do know that Tanisha would never forgive me if I let her brother go anywhere in the shape he was in when he got here. Now, are you staying here tonight? Your family is welcome to use my suite. Tanisha already knows where everything is, including all the different types of expensive alcohol I will never drink. I can find an empty room to sleep in around here or head home,” I told her.

I know better than to offer to take them home without asking Becky. The last I heard, she kept her family in the dark about where she lived.

That threw her for a loop, and she was in a daze when she returned to the others.

I soon found that Becky’s grandmother was on her way to check on the boys when I went off on one of the boy’s mothers. She hooked her arm in mine and let me escort her to where the others were waiting.

Everyone stopped talking immediately, so they all heard her say, “That is very gracious of you to offer to give up your suite, so my family has somewhere to stay near their boys. The accommodations are vastly better than they can provide themselves presently. It is always an honor to spend time around you, David. Do you mind taking Tanisha, her little brother, and cousins to find something to eat before getting them to bed? I need to hold a family meeting.”

“You can’t have that meeting here, but let me show you to my office. It is a more secure location. There is a video conference system that will connect to your secure video conferencing network to bring Becky and other family members into the discussion if you wish,” I told her as I started heading toward the elevator.

When we got outside, I told Tanisha, “The one you found before is closed. A cafeteria is open two buildings over. Directions are on the wall just inside, like in my building. Let the staff take your tray to the table the first time so that you can find your way around.”

“Ok. I hope that peas are still on the menu. Everyone hates them, but they are the most fun trying to eat, and I don’t have to worry about anyone trying to take them off my plate,” Tanisha told me as she said to the other kids to follow her as she took off at a sprint across the courtyard, dodging the things in her way.

Becky’s grandmother said, “Add that to the list too. I’ve not seen Tanisha run since before she went blind. She couldn’t have been here very long.”

“Oh, that,” I joked. “The blind clinic uses this facility to test new toys and prototypes. I guess no one noticed Tanisha’s new eyewear or footwear. Each shoe sends out multiple frequencies of ultrasonic waves that glasses pick up, process, and turn into sounds transmitted directly into her inner ear via bone conduction. There are a lot of bugs to work out, and those aren’t even close to perfect. They give her something she can use to navigate better than her cane or one of the lightsabers. Tanisha seems to have picked up on how to use them already. They have solved the problems with the delay between receiving the waves by glasses and generating the associated sounds. I’m curious to see if they work well enough for her to shoot baskets.”

We had made it to my office by that time. I showed them where to find the conferencing system and left.

I headed down to where the girl from IT had her office. She was standing there, distracted by something. I got my dick out and hard before moving up behind her. I could smell her pussy juices, so I had her naked and my dick buried inside her in a fraction of a second.

I fucked her until I finally gave her a big load.

“You give the best bonuses, David,” she sighed. “I don’t know why, but I’ve been horny all day, and you took care of that for me. Did you need something or just swing by to give me some of that long dick?”

I laughed as she got me hard again for another round and said, “I happened to be letting someone use my office, so I came to check on you. The smell of pussy juice hit me as soon as I walked in, so I didn’t think you would mind getting laid. I don’t want to hear you say that your boss doesn’t go out of his way to ensure he takes care of his employees.”

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