Chapter 516: Time To Do Work?

They didn’t even notice the nurses putting the needle in them to sedate them. It is time to do some work.

I went to get some food. The kids in that cafeteria let me eat in peace for ten minutes before the first one came over to hug me and say how sorry they were about Chrissy. Excitedly, she told me about how they helped with Chrissy Memorial Park or worked behind the scenes to help with the little kids or whatever they could do here that they couldn’t do at the park.

As long as people keep bringing me hot food, I don’t mind doing this all night.

It wasn’t long before I had a kid on each knee sleeping against me. I didn’t mind. It lets them find a way to show me how much coming to live in the foster care complex means to them.

Over the next three hours, I had sleeping kids taken off to their rooms and others that came to take their place. I know I didn’t see even ten percent of the kids that helped with Chrissy Memorial Park. I’m sure I would have still been sitting in that cafeteria if they hadn’t kicked us out when it was time for them to close. Both autistic girls had eaten and were sound asleep in their rooms, so I checked on them. Their chaperones told me to go away and let the girls sleep. They were so exhausted that they didn’t notice anyone who got them fed, bathed, and in bed. The sedative only lasted half an hour.

“You don’t need me then, which is perfect for me. It shows that I have the right people working here to give these kids a loving home. I’m good with paying the bills and not having to hold hands. What does an eighteen-year-old know about raising kids, especially the kids here?” I told one of the girl’s chaperones.

Two teenage boys, a teenage girl, a tween boy, and four tween girls asked if they could sleep with me tonight. They didn’t want to sleep in bed with me. It was more that they wished to sleep near me.

One of the tween girls said, “We want you to know that we love you and want to be there in case you get sad about losing your sister Chrissy.”

I didn’t expect that.

They got me into my shower and insisted that they wash me. It was the kid’s turn to take care of me. Seeing the little girls giggling at the sight of my hard dick was funny. The teenage girl looked at it in fear while the boy’s faces showed awe. They wouldn’t let me wash or dry any of them. I wasn’t being allowed to do anything for them, or myself, until tomorrow afternoon sometime.

We all had on at least underwear before getting into bed. The two teenage boys flanked me to keep the girls from getting to my dick. They weren’t to get me off.

“You do that enough as it is, David, so tonight you aren’t getting any,” the teenage girl said.

In the morning, I found that didn’t keep her from managing to get past the boys. She was sleeping naked on top of me with my dick pulled out the fly of my sleep pants. Her wet pussy was dripping juices down on the shaft of my dick, and her hips would rock every so often to grind her clit against me.

I gently rubbed my hands on her back and butt.

She is out. Is she dreaming about humping against my dick?

Without waking up, the girl shifted a bit, reached between us, lined me up, and squirmed until I bottomed out in her. I had four inches still outside her pussy. Less than five seconds later, she was sound asleep again.

Over the next few hours, she would randomly rock her hips to keep my dick wet inside her, but that was it.

I went to try to wake the teenager up, and a small hand reached to stop me.

“Please don’t wake her yet,” the tween boy said. “My dad and uncles did a lot to the girls in my family when they got hair between their legs and boobs that needed a bra. What she was doing with you started not long after she had no choice about getting a bra. None of my cousin’s houses or mine had a big water heater, and all the kids had to share a tub if we didn’t want to get in trouble for not bathing before bed. I’m the only boy. Two days before the police came to take my cousins, sisters, and me from my house, the girls who were getting hair between their legs and didn’t have to sleep in daddy’s room started to do what my sister did with you. We weren’t sleeping, though. They said they had better learn how to do it, but not why. All the older girls started their bleeding week the next day. That night, my dad and uncles took the girls who had been practicing to my dad’s bedroom. My youngest cousin told me what was going to happen. I burst into my dad’s room with a baseball bat. My older sister and cousins weren’t far behind me once they heard the screams. I may be small, but I’ve been knocking baseballs over the outfield fence not long after starting to play t-ball.”

His sister started slowly rocking to see if she could get more of my dick in her as she said, “Two of my uncles were more interested in trying to get in my cousins than dodging the baseball bat. The doctors don’t expect them to live. Two more wish they were dead. My brother missed their heads, and he kept swinging when they didn’t go down. My dad was pretty damn stupid and kept his collection of Japanese swords in holders on his dresser.”

“It was not a good idea for them to try to do what they were doing to our cousin. Everyone knew her brain isn’t wired the same as most people. She got one of the swords and began sawing off his dick that he had forced inside her. That got the attention of the two uncles on the other side room from me. My cousin cut my dad’s dick the rest of the way off and then went after my uncle’s. She sliced their hamstrings to drop them to the floor, pulled their dicks out, and saw off pieces an inch at a time. Each chunk she cut off went into their asses. Their balls were sliced up and put in their mouths. She somehow kept my dad’s severed dick inside her the whole time,” the boy said. “That cousin got something from the closet that she used to burn where she cut the dicks off to stop the bleeding. Once satisfied that they wouldn’t bleed to death, she pulled her panties on.”

His sister laughed so hard that she had to pull my dick out of her and rush to pee.

When she returned, she told me, “They were doing rape kits on all the girls at the hospital before anything else. My psychopathic cousin was the only one of the girls big enough down there for my dad and uncles to get inside. She said one of us needed to sit with my brother, and she was the calmest of us right then. When it was her turn to get examined, she pulled off her panties and got one of the metal pans between her legs. As a doctor and three nurses watched, she relaxed her pussy muscles. My dad’s dick came out, followed by the cum from both uncles that had raped her first. After my cousin handed the tray to the doctor, she said she was accurate within three inches with ping-pong balls from ten feet away. I think I know what she meant but wasn’t about to ask. She didn’t have to get swabs shoved inside her like the rest of us.”

I know exactly what your cousin meant from the psychopaths I’ve met in the elite families and porn I’ve watched.

“How are you doing,” I asked her brother.

“Great. Doctors said I don’t have any mental problems with beating the living shit out of my uncles or that two are sure to die any time now. They were no-good worthless bastards. If I had known what they were doing to my sister and older cousins, I would have done it sooner,” he told me. “My cousins are more traumatized by what they saw my other cousin do.”

“I don’t understand their problem with me cutting their dad’s dicks off and shoving them up in their dad’s asses. All of those bastards buttfucked us all before trying to force in our pussies. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life as when they were buggering me. I only cut their dicks off because they didn’t keep their word. They promised if I blew them, let them fuck my ass and pussy, they wouldn’t try to rape my sister’s pussies. Your dad probably didn’t deserve it, but he was there, and I had that sword,” their psychotic cousin told me. “I mean, there is a lot of truth when people say you can’t rape the willing. I’ve been willing to have them use all three holes simultaneously for years, but they never looked at me that way until that night.

Before I could stop her, she mounted me and started fucking like a mad woman. Once she came, she let my dick bottom out inside her.

“Crazy doctors fucked up all my hormones trying to drug the psycho out of me. Mom put me in a psych hospital when I was six. I’ve been in and out of them for years. My sisters couldn’t remember that I was the oldest when talking to the mental health people. No one cares where mom went or if she is even alive. She was crazier than me by far. It took almost a year before my body decided it was time to catch up. I mean, look at me. I have the body of an eleven or twelve-year-old kid,” she told me. “Oh, you will cum in me at some point before I get off your dick. I need to fuck, and you have the only dick I’ve ever seen that made my pussy stay wet. It is also a way of thanking you for having a place that will take in psychopaths like me. I had only been here two days when they made me strap myself into a chair to start working on my meds. It has been a few weeks since they got it right. I’m on custom-formulated anti-psychotics and other things that have me on par with the other kids here.”

I got a message via my implant from Molly.

I did as instructed. I quickly grabbed the girl’s hair, pulled it down to get her laying on my chest, reached down to shove one finger up her ass, and yanked onto a small clump of hair just under the base of her skull. The kids in the room moved back in horror. The girl went into orgasm overload. Even when she burned through her orgasm energy, she kept cumming as hard as her body could.

“FUCK ME!” she screamed out between moans.

I started to pull my finger out of her ass and let go of her hair, but she put her hands over mine to stop me. I pushed another finger in her ass and used those fingers as a handle to fuck her. Half an hour later, I pumped a swimmer-filled load into her fertile pussy.

She was soaked in sweat as she pulled my fingers out of her ass, and I let go of her hair.

“I know no drugs they could give me would make me forget you if you had been in any of the psych wards my mom had put me in. How did you know the specific thing to do that will make me cum until I pass out due to exhaustion?” She asked.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I touched the fingernails on my middle fingers into the dimples above the girl’s butt. She pushed up, looked me in the eyes, and waited. Her smile widened as I started to dig them in. When I pushed in hard enough, she was trying to shove her tongue in her mouth as her pussy muscles gripped the few inches of limp dick in her pussy. She expertly got me hard and pushed me down until my short curls tickled her clit. It took under five minutes for her to milk out not one but two swimmer-filled loads into her pussy before anything she could do would get me hard again anytime soon.

“There is no way you could know that! Only one person in the world knows, and she wouldn’t say a word. She can’t speak, and if she talked to anyone, it would have been me,” the psychopathic girl said.

I gave the girl my phone. I already knew what she was reading.

Molly told her in the Molly Speaks app, “You’re wrong. There is one person that I want to speak to, and we do just fine without words. I spent years trying to find him with no luck. Out of nowhere, he runs into my house, pulls me from the shower, and pushes me into the bomb shelter before a tornado hits. He got stuck in a ditch between my home and his best friend’s. He had never met me before and yet saved my family’s life. He kept his best friend and two of her girlfriends from dying. The funnel took off the back half of her house before going back into the clouds. When they got to him, he looked like a pincushion with debris. He didn’t stop there. After finding the outrageously expensive meds that charlatan convinced my mom to give me, David bought them for me. We found out they were crap to keep me away from that one good doctor we could never get to leave us alone. You are holding David’s phone. You still have his limp dick keeping his sperm inside you to give you that perfect kid you told me you knew that only one man in the world could.”

I sensed that everyone cleared silently from the room before the door locked.

“OW! What the holy fuck?” the girl screamed as she sat up suddenly.

I had Molly’s soaked pussy move down over my mouth as Molly pushed her nude body tightly against the girl.

As I ate Molly, the two girls made out. It seemed only fitting that I used the place in my head to get me hard inside the girl.

This girl has been pregnant since I jammed my fingernails in the dimples above her ass.

Through my implant, I moved her timetable up a bit. I pulled her into a time bubble long enough to have the egg implanted in her uterus. It was the optimal spot to ensure it would have everything the embryo needed to develop without issues. Her body was pregnant with her hormones getting her ready to start cooking.

Molly had injected her with something my implant showed was attacking things in her body. They weren’t cancer or a parasite, but it was some form of an organism altering her brain chemistry dramatically.

“Bye!” Molly told the girl as the girl climbed off my dick and rushed to the bathroom.

When the girl had purged her body of what remained of the dead organism, she came back to see Molly riding me slowly with a smile on her face.

“Did you tell me bye?” the girl asked.

“Yes. David, let me do that. He’s unique, which is why you are already two weeks pregnant with his child. I required that state to purge that organism from your body. You’re not a psychopath, Carrie. You had a mind-fucking thing inside you.”

Molly came so hard and unexpectedly that she passed out from the intensity.

I could tap into Molly’s brain, much to her subconscious’s displeasure, to find out what was going on.

I rolled over before slipping out of Molly.

“We stink. Well, you stink,” I teased Carrie.

In the shower, I explained what Molly had found.

“Play with Carrie on your own time, David. You’re on my time now, even if you are paying me,” Molly’s doctor told me.

Carrie’s eyes went wide when she saw him standing there. He already had a towel ready to put between them as Carrie rushed from the shower to hug him. She happily let him dry her like a small child. He sat down and pulled her into his lap.

The doctor told her, “Molly and I have been looking for you since you left the hospital shortly after your mother’s disappearance. It is hard to find someone when their father tells them they are the daughter who died around that time. David’s mental health doctor’s analysis of your mental state and description popped up on the search Molly runs on his systems. It was the AI on his computers that located your mind-altering organism. You know Molly better than nearly anyone. I told her that we needed you carefully monitored before giving you those compounds identified as toxic to that organism. She had me delayed in security while she rushed up here to give it to you.”

Carrie needs to pay the porcelain god again.

“Carrie, I wish we had a clue about this organism back when I first met you,” the doctor told her. “From how the organism affected your brain, you appeared to be a psychopath some days and schizophrenic on other days. Molly dug up decades of research that you and I will validate. If the data is correct, your only mental health problem is that you were locked in rooms with psychopaths and sociopaths for many years. No one ever told you, but I think you know that your IQ is in the one-fifties. One of the facilities didn’t want to admit that they had lost you for about a month. They found you sleeping in a bookcase in the attached college’s library. Both men hiding you there got trapped in a freak snowstorm and couldn’t get back to let you into the seldom-used breakroom from before the renovations. Carrie, you were seven. You were clutching a flash drive in one hand and a binder in your arms. It seems the two men were helping you locate every exam given in the last twenty-some-odd years in every subject, plus multiple ACT and SAT exams. In that month, you took all the exams, answered all the essay questions, and completed everything but hands-on lab exams. The university threatened to have the men become permanent residents of the engineering hall under construction if they said a thing. It was an embarrassment that their highly-rated mental health hospital lost a patient for a month. Molly found the records where they tested you to see if what they found with you was fake or not.”

Molly said, “It wasn’t your unmedicated period of organism dormancy that disturbed them or your unquestionably high IQ.”

Using her table, Molly showed the essay question answers that greatly disturbed those who read them. Cassie was a seven-year-old genius with an overactive imagination of a seven-year-old girl who spent much of the last year living with clinically insane children and psychopaths. When the organism wasn’t dormant, it caused her brain chemistry to get so far out of whack that she appeared insane. When it went dormant, her meds caused her to be a different kind of crazy. Changing her meds tended to stimulate the organism out of dormancy.

“Carrie, what you did to your father and uncles clearly demonstrates your imaginative solutions to problems. You didn’t want them to bleed to death, but you made a clear point regarding your feelings about their actions. Each time they sit down to urinate, it will be a reminder. They were fortunate that the organism was altering your mental state at the time. I believe you would have gotten significantly more creative otherwise,” the doctor explained. “While my professional curiosity wonders what you would have done, the mental trauma to your cousins and siblings would likely have been unreversible.”