Chapter 515: Recruits

“Why?” asked a different woman. “Nothing is free.”

I put the girls to bed and held this woman until she stopped crying.

When she could sit back and look me in the eyes, I told the six women, “Because I need people to work for me that have been through some of the same shit as my foster kids. You took all the abuse and made it out to the other side. All of you’ve been doing things you’re not proud of to be able to have a place to sleep and something to eat. If you were a kid in foster care, would you prefer to talk to some thirty-something shrink, who probably had a few light pats on the butt, through their clothes, as little kids, or someone that has been through the same shit? I’ve not been through any of what you have, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t have my issues growing up. If this guy I met a few times when visiting a resort with a friend whose dad owned it hadn’t died, I wouldn’t have any of the money I have now. I’m doing my best to help people with it. I’m asking that you let me give you a safe place to crash for a few months, food, doctors, clothes, and even some college classes if you want. Help you get on your feet to get a better chance at life than ending up crack whores or dead in a ditch somewhere.”

“Nothing is free,” the same woman reiterated.

“Oh, you will work for it,” I joked. “Ralph’s brother and sister are getting bleeding-edge prosthetic legs. Their house is getting an express renovation, which is why Ralph and his parents are staying here. I will need you six to keep Teri from going around trying to get laid and the two girls from trying to run off the first chance they get. I am hoping Ralph’s siblings are up and around sometime tomorrow. If that happens, you are welcome to come with me to my foster care complex. They keep people out, not keep people inside. You can leave anytime you want. There are no strings other than going through medical, the shrinks, and dental. All I am asking is that you at least give it a chance. At least you have a few months with your own space without needing to couch-surf. In the morning, you must choose what you want to do. You will get a bag with new clothes, your clothes that went to the laundry, and ten thousand dollars in cash. If you are here when I get back from the hospital, I know you want to try out what I am offering. If not, I hope you can find happiness somewhere. There will also be a powered-off but charged pre-paid cell phone in your bag. It has a link on the main page to provide a list of places I own to see about getting a job. I’m not promising they will hire you, but if you have the skills or are willing to learn, they should give you a shot. It will also have the main phone line connecting you to my foster care complexes nearest you if you change your mind. You can call me directly if you leave and find yourself in trouble. Before you ask, my restaurant that brought us the food has to pay me ten percent of their net profits. You saw the prices on the menu. The money you will find in your bags tomorrow is less than my weekly ten percent. I promise I won’t miss it. I ask that if you leave, don’t use the money to buy drugs. That would be such a waste after you made it through years of abuse.”

With that, I headed to bed.

I wore a pair of board shorts to bed, but both girls started tugging and pulling on them until I took them off. They each turned their backs to my side and pushed up against me.

I woke up with them half laying on top of me. I wasn’t surprised that both had a hand on my morning wood. They weren’t playing with it, only holding it.

At breakfast, the two girls asked, “Can we come with you today?” We don’t want to be afraid someone will grab us and make us go back.”

“I can’t take you into where Ralph’s siblings are getting their prosthetics connected up this morning. If none of the six women chose to take my offer to give my foster care complex a shot, I would have someone I trust come here to keep you safe until I come back. You will have swimsuits if you want to go to the pool later,” I told them.

They weren’t happy, but I found that Teri had willingly screwed the men into the ground that would have tried to use the two little girls to get their jollies. The idea of being able to sit around in panties and robes to watch videos on Boo-Tube, play that imposter game, or Pit Maker sounded perfect to them.

One of the women came into the room, pulled back the covers, and mounted me. She fucked me like an insane woman until she was too tired and asked me to fuck her until I came inside her, no matter how long it took. That lasted until she passed out after having the biggest cum of her life, and I didn’t juice her at all.

Another woman had me pound her pussy in the room where she slept last night. She started getting abused sexually before starting elementary school. She needed to decide if she wanted to take me up on my offer to give the foster care complexes a shot. Me screwing her did more to help her get over the abuse than years of counseling. She decided to go live at the foster care complex.

When I left for the hospital, the six women and Teri were giving the two little girls a fashion show of their new clothes.

Ralph and his parents were already there.

Both kids only slept four hours and were too excited to go back to sleep.

They worked overnight, learning to wiggle their new bionic toes. When I walked in, the kids were doing what they already knew how to do from their old basic prosthetics, leg lifts.

“We’ve been pumping you two with juice all morning. We know you need to pee badly. Both have new crutches and know where to find a bathroom. I don’t think you want to have to get on your hands and knees to clean up the mess you will make if you don’t hurry,” a tech told them.

I watched the two kids roll onto their stomachs, get their legs off the bed first, and slide down until their bionic feet hit the floor. Each picked up their crutches and moved like they still had on their old dumb prosthetic pair of legs that they took turns using.

That is one way to get them walking on their bionic legs. Is there a bathroom at this end of the building?

“Just watch it happen. The two kids won’t even know it is happening,” I told Ralph and his parents.

As the two started moving like they had their old fake legs, they began getting signals sent to their nerves for their bionic legs. Both already knew how to balance on the old prosthetic ones. Their brain was subconsciously learning to walk while the kids moved how they always had with their old fake legs. It became apparent when the boy began putting more weight on his bionic legs than his crutch. By the time he got to the bathroom at the far end of the hallway, he had moved his crutches in time with his legs but was no longer putting any weight on the crutches.

His sister wasn’t there yet, but she had used her legs a bit when she got to the bathroom.

One of the nurses let the boy use his crutches for ten feet before she came over to push him to a set of parallel bars that ran the length of the hallway. She took his crutches away from him.

“If you don’t want the girls from your school seeing your penis, then I suggest you get your naked butt back to your room before I bring them back for their physical therapy appointments,” the nurse told the boy.

Tiny dick and girls in your school that already have noticeable tits are good motivators. Does he even notice that he is using the bars only to steady himself a bit?

His sister took longer to do her thing. The nurse moved the girl to the bars as well. She told the girl that she was about to bring back multiple boys that the girl had known for years. They were all doing various physical therapies or learning to walk with prosthetics. Unless the girl wanted the boys to perve on her naked body, she had damn well better begin using her bionic legs.

Did her brother slow down to block his sister from getting to a gown or robe?

The nurses didn’t make empty threats. At nine o’clock, I heard teenage boys and tween girls coming back to this area with some nurses.

The bionic legs were heavier than the old prosthetic ones. I watched the older girl when she heard them. She started pushing up on the bars to try to drag herself along. As the kids got closer, she became more desperate to get back to her room. When she caught up to her brother, she tried to get him to move faster, but he wouldn’t. The kids were in the hallway that led to the one with the two kids. In desperation, the girl got on her knees and slid under the outside bar. She pulled herself up and got her hand in front of her brothers on the bar.

The nurses told the approaching kids that both the boy and girl were testing out new prosthetics. Both were required to be nude and used the bars to return to their rooms. Right now, both are only halfway down the hallway. If the approaching patients hurried, they would get to see both nude.

That was evil, but I could hear the sound of crutches in the side hallway as the incoming patients came to take a look.

All they got to see was the girl’s bare butt for the few seconds it took her to return to the room and duck out of sight. She hadn’t even noticed that she had stopped holding the bar or ran the last quarter of the hallway. It got her a lot of whistles from the guys.

The tween girls turned the corner and saw the boy was still only a little past halfway back to the room. One got over to the bars, dropped her crutches, and used the bars to move quickly toward the boy. The rest of the girls were working their way down the hallway.

When the girl on the bars got to the boy, she pulled one of his hands off the bars, turned him around, and pulled him into a hug. She had her tongue in his mouth and hands on his bare butt. His hands went down inside the back of her shorts and panties. All the other girls in the hallway started clapping.

“I told you that if I caught you, I would kiss you like a girlfriend. I didn’t expect you to kiss me back like a boyfriend. Now, go back to your room before we get in trouble with me getting naked too. You know I wouldn’t mind. It isn’t like we haven’t seen each other without underwear over the last seven years. The only thing that has changed since the last time is that I have small boobs and some hairs,” the tween girl told him.

She did turn to him to show the other girls his boner as it waved proudly. After that, she started pinching his butt in a way that made his dick twitch. I saw the shine of precum oozing out of the head of his dick. He may not have cared that the girls from his school saw his hard dick but firing off ropes of precum seemed to be what got him moving. He had to move faster than the girl behind him to get away from the pinching. She had four inches on him in height. He wasn’t holding the bars when she started fast-walking toward the room where his family and I were standing. Instead of going into the room, he started down the hallway. His boner was gone when he turned the corner.

We heard two nurses yell out, “No running, and go put clothes on,” right before he rounded the corner where the other kids had come into the hallway.

While not running quietly, he was still moving fast enough to get around the hallways and down to the start of the bars, where the girl that kissed him was standing. He got to her, grabbed her shorts, and pulled them and her panties down to the floor. He pinched her butt before he ran back the way he came.

On the other side of the bars, he ran toward the group of tween girls. Of the seven, he managed to pull the shorts and panties of the three down around their prosthetic feet. He ran off back the way he came as he laughed. Backtracking toward his room, he was quieter when he came up from behind the girls, still looking toward where he ran off. He managed to surprise all four girls. Two wore those strappy sundresses with training bras. He had their sundresses, training bras, and panties on the floor around their plastic ankles.

“Not as much fun when it happens to you, is it,” he teased the girls as he backed away from their reach.

His boner returned when he saw that the girls all had noticeable hair now. The two he had pulled down their sundresses and bras had half-lemon tits with wide cherry-red buds on top of their cone mountains.

“Crack!”

“OW!”

His big sister had put on a long t-shirt and snuck up behind him to pop his butt with a towel.

He turned around toward her, and she took off down the hall. She was slower than him, but he waited until she was up near the boys before he grabbed her around the waist. Her shirt came off, and he slipped it on before trying to run away from her.

Not the best thought-out move.

The girls he had pantsed were between him and his escape. He found himself devoid of the t-shirt and standing naked with nowhere to go. They backed him up against the bars. As his sister had done earlier, he dropped to his knees and slipped under the bar on the outside.

Being every bit of a kid, he put his thumbs at his ears and taunted the girls. The one that had kissed him, who still had her shorts and panties around her rubber-covered ankles, got another surprise. The boy pulled her shirt and sports bra over her head. That wasn’t as surprising as him turning his back to her. He forced her fake legs open, squatted down a bit, reached behind her, and stood up. That lifted her prosthetic legs off the floor, and her arms reflexively went around his neck. He ran inside the bars with the now naked girl on his back. This time he ducked past us into the room.

Surprising everyone in the room, he jumped onto the bed with the girl still on his back. She rolled off him onto the bed and sat up.

“You said you would kiss me. I said I would have us both naked on the same bed in this hospital,” the boy told the girl before he turned around to kiss her quickly on the lips.

She grabbed him to pull him back over to give him a long kiss before saying, “I didn’t have a chest or hair between my legs back then. Plus, we are still little kids and have an audience. Now get my clothes. I must return to school for a math test I can’t miss.”

His sister lost her modesty and talked with the high school boys as if she wasn’t standing there naked. The nurses and therapists were rounding up the tweens and teens to get them back on track.

When the boy returned with the girl’s clothes, he helped her dress and then begged to be allowed to put on shorts or briefs so he could help the girl with her physical therapy. They had been partners for a long time and always had the same appointment time. Both cried on each other’s shoulders when they had lousy therapy days.

One of the human doctors that the man-in-the-machine sent told us, “It is probably a good thing that he is going to help her today. That female patient had her legs amputated in a car crash. Her arms ended up having their blood flow cut off to the point that there was too much tissue damage to repair them. My employer was in the area doing some business when they brought her into the ER. She had lost a lot of blood, was pale, and appeared barely alive. Her siblings and parents were all in emergency surgery, and there were no available surgery suites for her. My employer had her life-flighted by helicopter to one of his private hospitals and saved her life. She had connectors installed and the nerves mapped at the time, but it was still rudimentary for legs. The girl doesn’t remember anything about her legs. The hospital told her we would take them away if she told anyone about her bionic arms. We’ve replaced them four times to keep in sync with her growth.”

He then explained that two more girls and a teenage boy also had at least one bionic arm. They, too, had been told they couldn’t talk about it. The man-in-the-machine tuned down their arms to match what people expected from children at that age and development level. No one had bionic legs. The man-in-the-machine had slowly upgraded the kid’s prosthetic legs to get them used to walking with more computer-controlled assistance but no nerve connections. None of them had any clue that they had gotten cover put over their connectors on their legs because the material used was that good. I didn’t understand precisely how they glued it in place since the skin they glued to would get sluffed off frequently.

“Why is it beneficial, other than, for emotional support, for the twelve-year-old male to be in the room with her during whatever you have planned for her,” a female doctor asked. “It is highly unusual that no one responded to correct the child’s having stripped all those tween girls.”

A nurse from this floor said, “We don’t need to respond. It is a game they’ve been playing for years, including the older males. Whoever did the task gets chased. Taking the time to get down on the floor, work to get dressed again, and get back up keeps them from catching the culprit. To save time, the kids get free from their pants and underwear to chase the one who pants them. None of it gets done with malicious intent, and if it bothers one of the kids, the others won’t do it unless that child is being uncooperative.”

The man-in-the-machine doctor replied, “We are removing her connector cover and installing the latest iteration. She already used those limbs, making the nerve mapping process faster, but we still don’t have all the needed data. We have ninety-eight percent of the nerve responses correctly identified. The young male patient will be allowed to tell the girl what will happen during the process. Once shown what to do and the areas on the bionic limbs to test, the tech will excuse themselves to another part of the room where they won’t see the girl’s reactions during testing.”

The girl’s mom came in and asked, “We already have all the testing equipment at home that we use for her arms. Can we get whatever connector we need for her legs? Fred has been coming over after PT sessions for years. He had no idea my daughter had bionic arms until one of them broke at the elbow, and she was in excruciating pain. He was the only one around, so she had to show him the instructions on removing it before she passed out. They are both great actors too. Don’t be fooled. If not for Fred sharing prosthetic legs with his older sister, Fred would have started sleeping over after their monthly PT sessions. They are both wiped out after walking from the bus stop to my home. I’ve come home to find them asleep in the custom tub in my daughter’s bathroom. It has a built-in heater to keep the water temp up and seats that won’t let them drown. If they weren’t sleeping in the tub, they only managed to get out, dry off, and fall into her bed. I hate having to wake them to take Fred home.”

A technician walked in carrying a small briefcase and explained that it contained the upgraded modules needed to interface with both kid’s leg connectors and the one for the girl’s arms.

The girl rushed into the room wearing only Fred’s t-shirt and said, “I stubbed my toe, and it hurt! It hurt, mom. I can feel my toes again!”