Chapter 521: Securing The Next Leaders

The joke’s on the thieves. Those only look like the latest i-Fruits. They are only security alarms in case someone grabbed one of the kids. Why would I give these kids cell phones before I had them safely inside one of my foster care complexes?

Damn it! Why couldn’t whoever gave me the money for the kids have given me counterfeit cash?

I didn’t care about the money. It was fifty dollars for each kid they stole from, all in fives and ones. They could snatch the money and the security alarm from the bag’s side pocket.

I probably didn’t need to call the top brass in Homeland Security or the TSA, but the crap about throwing me in jail because I questioned why they broke protocol is bullshit.

Hopefully, that rattled their cages enough to do something about it and train their people not to abuse their power to keep from answering valid questions.

The plane that the airline put us on wasn’t going to the airport closest to my house but to the airport nearest the foster care complex. It was large enough to get a drink cart down the main aisle but not big enough to have a proper first-class section. It had a curtain to separate it from the other passengers, but that wasn’t much. The bathroom and galley were in the front. Their only noticeable perk was the slightly larger seat with a few more inches of legroom. I guessed that we took up a bit less than half the total number of seats on the plane.

I ended up in the middle seat on the side with three seats. On either side of me were high school girls. They weren’t sisters but were close friends. It was a blast as they kept looking at where my shorts outlined my dick. They tried to whisper or make hand gestures to communicate. The seat behind me was empty, so I reclined my seat. They both liked that idea because now they could lean forward and then over me to where they could whisper to each other.

I can smell your juices and see your nipples pushing through your bra and shirt.

A nap sounded like a perfect idea, so I let myself get some rest. I woke up an hour later to find I had a blanket over me. I discovered that my dick was getting some fresh air. Someone worked the leg of my shorts up to let it out. I expect the ice-cold fingers trying to figure out how to get me hard woke me up. The girl about freaked out when she saw me looking at her. She relaxed when I didn’t get mad at her for playing with my dick. Her fumbling efforts weren’t getting me hard in the least.

She also had a blanket over her and lifted the armrest at some point. Reclining her seat, she turned on her side to face me and whispered to have me turn facing her. She adjusted the blankets to where mine was partially over the top of hers. I had one arm over the top of the blankets but the other underneath. She squirmed a bit, then moved to where one of her legs touched mine. It took her a minute to decide what she wanted, but I felt her hand touch my dick again. This time she moved it to where she could rub the head on her clit.

When I didn’t get hard, she started coating the tip in honey before returning to her clit.

She seriously wants to get me hard.

I let myself firm up a bit when the head was getting a bath but softened up as it dried off. She didn’t take long to figure that out. She didn’t expect the seven inches of limp dick to become nine when hard. My dick did enjoy what she was doing. When she pushed me into her hot tub, I got fully hard. The girl had nowhere to go, so those two inches went into the only place with space. Her eyes went wide.

I reached over to pull on her butt as I thrust up into her. I had four inches of dick outside her pussy, which left a three-inch gap between us.

“When I pull out, turn toward the window,” I told her.

She took a good look at my dick before turning over. I got six inches in her when the fasten seatbelts sign came on. We got that done, and her hand went under the blanket to rub her clit. Right as she got off, we hit an air pocket. The airplane began to hit some light and then moderate turbulence. That worked out great for me because my implant figured out how we would get tossed around. I used that to fuck her until I pumped up a load of dead swimmers inside her. With the place in my head, I tightened up her pussy muscles to have the muscles milk out the last drops of cum and wipe me clean as I pulled out, but let almost no cum or juices leak out.

The girl on the aisle side had been watching what was happening, especially when I let the blankets slip a bit before I came. She had a blanket too but wasn’t wearing a skirt like her friend. I saw her bare butt as she got her shorts and panties down enough for me to get in her from behind.

I know that tightness and little grunt of discomfort.

We flew into heavy turbulence as she tried to ease me into her virgin pussy. One second my dick opened some new ground. The second my dick was halfway up inside her. She was wet and started bouncing around with the turbulence to fuck me as much as I fucked her. It hit her that we were fucking, without any protection, right before she thought it was too late.

“My cum-covered dick just came out of your friend and went right into you. It had enough to get you pregnant as soon as it touched your pussy lips. If you are fertile, you are probably already pregnant or will be soon. Just enjoy your first time. We can’t get you any more pregnant,” I told her.

She gave into having an erratic fuck until I came inside her too.

Sorry, girls, no sperm for you from my dick today, at least none that have a chance of wagging their little tails to go anywhere.

I did get a good dick cleaning by the first girl. She said it was on her bucket list to lick the dick of a guy that fucked her and then her friend. Both were too sore to enjoy another bouncy ride.

Once we got clear of the turbulence, the captain told us we were in a holding pattern because of bad weather near the airport. We had plenty of fuel, but it would be another two hours before we were on the ground. The girls on either side of me took runs to the bathroom. Once back in their seats, they leaned against me and went to sleep.

“Did you hear they finished that huge park over where that megamall and amusement park ran out of money?” I heard a woman ask from a few rows in front of me.

Another woman replied, “Sounds a lot like slave labor to me. They say that guy is so loaded that he has over ten thousand unwanted kids locked up in his foster care prisons. He uses them to build houses and parks like that one. He won’t let the government pay him to care for the kids, so they can’t inspect the places. My sister’s neighbor smacked her kid for backtalking, and the cops took all her kids to his place. She can’t get them back now and can’t even get in to visit them. The best she got was a crappy video chat, and that got supervised.”

A third woman said, “Smacking her kid my ass. When we went over for your sister’s birthday, her neighbor beat the living shit out of all six. Said the kids let the dog piss and crap all over the woman’s bedroom after the woman locked the dog in her room and went to work. She has padlocks on all the cabinets, refrigerator, pantry, and bedroom door. You saw Josh after he tried to do that bike stunt like the big kids and screwed it up. He and his bike bounced down all seventy-nine stairs. He wasn’t as bruised as I saw that woman’s six children the next day.”

“Now that you mention it, I remember that day too. All those I’ve spoken to about the park said the guy had no idea someone bought all that land to make the park. They said that kids from his four care places said they would run away to come to help build it if the adults didn’t help them get everything coordinated,” the first said. “That witch’s kids would worship the ground the guy owning the foster care place walks on for three meals a day and a safe place away from that witch.”

A guy added, “I asked my buddy over at Child and Family Services. He told me that these foster care complexes are like reverse prisons. The kids can walk out of the door anytime they want, but for someone to get in to visit them takes a lot of work. They are doing all they can to keep anyone who may abuse these kids away from these children. This guy doesn’t put up with any of that “kid fell down the stairs” crap that people beating their kids get away with in some places. These places have full hospitals, shrinks, teachers, dentists, and anything else the kids may need, all inside the walls. I’m going out to the one near the airport to interview for one of their open surgical positions.”

“Didn’t you say that practices and hospitals were in a bidding war for your services not long ago?” a different guy beside him asked.

The surgeon replied, “If I meet this place’s stringent face-to-face screening and do well on the interview, they will start me at twice what I can get anywhere else in the world. My family and I can move into the complex to live while I work for them. We won’t have to pay for anything, not even food or clothes unless we go somewhere outside the complex to eat or shop. According to the conversation I had with them on the phone, the teachers there are top-notch. They have them around the clock for students that don’t do as well during a regular school day. My three kids have various special needs and are usually terrors most of the time. The staff at the complex reviewed their records and told me all there were tame compared to most of the other kids who live there. I’d work for free if it meant my children had everything they needed to be the best they can be in life.”

“If you get through the screening, you will love working at any of the four. I work in alterations. My brother, a single father, was working all the time to pay for my niece’s care and medical expenses. We found out that he wasn’t telling anyone about being in excruciating pain all the time. The doctors aren’t sure what type of cancer he has, but it is pretty bad. His boss put him on short-term disability, so no more overtime,” a woman said. “I don’t know who told the people at the complex where I worked, but they packed my kids, husband, and me up to transfer us to this facility to be close to him. I came up ahead of them because I’m the only one my brother will listen to and do what I tell him. I already got him to sign a release to let the doctors at the facility treat my niece. She is already in surgery to fix the botched work of how many doctors had no clue how to care for her condition. My brother doesn’t know, but I will hit up upside the head with a hard-cored foam bat until I knock him out if I must. He is coming to the complex to be treated by doctors who don’t care what the insurance companies think because they don’t file insurance. David, who funds the complexes, also pays for all the medical costs.”

The surgeon-interviewee added, “If this David guy is paying for the medical staff and has all the equipment already, then it would only be any medicines and supplies they have to purchase.”

“Oh, does he have the equipment,” she joked. “The hospital has advanced stuff that you won’t see in research hospitals for ten years. They told me to accept that David knows people who can provide the best available anywhere when I signed on. They confirmed that all medical gear already has to get at least five years of human testing before it comes to any complex. I saw the test data for one of the scanners. It consisted of six volumes of over a thousand pages each, in minute detail. I don’t even want to consider how many people worked to collect that data. There are notes regarding what they found in each test subject compared to the hospitals’ latest scanners where they did the testing. That is good enough for me.”

One of the other women who talked about my park asked, “You mean it isn’t just some fantasy rumor that this David guy is well endowed or that he knows how to use it to please a woman?”

“Let me put it this way. If he didn’t know how to use it, some of the world’s richest and most powerful women wouldn’t keep coming back to have him father another child with them. He didn’t chase after them, either. Each came to him, and that was before he became the Greek God he is now,” the woman relocating to this complex said.

The woman who put me down said, “It must be nice to have all the money in the world. He doesn’t have to fly coach.”

“Oh, I think he is on here somewhere. I heard some of the kids who got on right before we pushed back saying that they were on their way to live at the complex,” the woman transferring to this complex said. “David is more down to earth than you seem to have set in your mind. I’ve heard of more than once where he bought out first class so that kids that are Autistic or have other special needs were isolated away from the other passengers. I know that if it came down to it, he would ride in the heated pet area or any of the flight crew’s jump seats if someone needed his seat. You should see his car. It looks worse than the one my brother bought in high school from a junkyard to learn to do bodywork. I doubt the thing is worth more than a thousand dollars on a good day, and that is only because all the lights work, and the seats are new.”

“I don’t see how that is possible. People say that he has billions,” the same grumpy woman said.

We got cleared to land, and the people at the gate were extremely apologetic. This airport was the end of the line was for everyone, so no one missed connecting flights.

The girls on either side of me were still mostly asleep, so I carried their carry-on bags while they got their backpacks. At the luggage return, I helped them get their multiple suitcases onto the luggage cart.

I hadn’t seen the face of the woman talking badly about me, but the girls were traveling with an older couple.

The older woman told me, “Thank you so much for putting up with these chatterboxes on the flight. I don’t think my husband or I could have gotten their bags off the carousel. They must have packed rocks in their luggage. There aren’t all that many people who would help strangers.”

I recognize your voice now.

“Don’t think anything about it. My mom would tear into me for not helping out,” I told the older woman. “I help out strangers all the time. It is the right thing to do. Oh, I almost forgot. I’m the David you were bashing on the plane.”

I saw the last group of kids coming out of the bathroom and said, “Come on, kids. We have a surgeon and a new tailor to take with us. They were delayed enough by the storm.”

Don’t look back, David. Let the girls and her husband give her shit for talking trash about you. The girls won’t say a word about having sex on the plane with me to anyone anyway.

Outside I saw a custom double-decker-style bus, but this one only had two levels of seats versus one with bed pods. On the side and back were updated pictures of Ellen and April. It said April and Ellen Transportation under their images. The surgeon was shocked when he found that I got up in the driver’s seat to drive us to the complex.

“Who are April and Ellen,” he asked.

“April is my four-year-old daughter that my parents adopted because I was fifteen and her mom couldn’t take care of her. Ellen is a girl I found whose dad got killed by her aunt when she was nine. She lived in the forest around her dad’s RV park, where she had lived all her life. Even if I tried to explain about her family, you wouldn’t believe the insanity. All that matters is that I was the only one who could adopt Ellen to keep her family from trying to hurt her again. Just a word of caution if you pass the screening and interview process. More often than not, I can promise you that most of the children living at the complex are not lying about the hell they have endured. Some are pathological liars, but they are easy enough to spot. All the kids on the bus are from families like Ellen’s. People in their families paid someone to hide the kids because they were in the line of succession after the head of their family died suddenly. That happened simultaneously as the person who gave me all their wealth when they died. In those families, there is only one way to move to the head of the line. Because I found them first, the kids are now safe from being killed by those who won’t be happy that they still live. They will soon know that the rightful heirs are still alive. That world is pretty damn crazy,” I told him.