Chapter 67: Why am I here?

I woke in my cage to the smell of shit and piss.

Looking around me I saw that all of the cages were now filled with naked boys or girls. The boys looked very similar to me. The girls seemed to fall into three different groups. One group was of tall white blonde girls with almost no tits. The second group was girls that still had a bit of baby fat, were slightly tanned brunettes, and had cone shaped breasts. Finally, the third group had fully developed tits, black hair and flared hips. The odd thing about the last group was that skin color did not seem to matter. All of the older girls had enough hair over their pussy to have the distinctive triangular shape.

I was still comparing them in my mind when in kid in the cage next to me let out a long fart. When I turned to look I saw it was a girl squatted down trying to take a shit. Turning toward her made the girl jump. That got crap all over her foot when she moved away from me. In her cage there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it either. Once she was sure I was not going to try to grab her, somehow, she finished taking a dump.

At least she isn’t stuck in a strait-jacket like me.

I really needed to piss and I decided I was not going to try to hold it. I did the best I could to aim my dick down to piss through the cage’s bars under me.

So what the hell is going on and why am I here? Are these kids like me somehow? Are they like the Girl Scout that can sense people like me?

The girl and I just stared at each other until there was a loud hissing sound from somewhere above us. Before I could even try to figure out where it was coming from, the girl was hit with a huge blast of water that knocked her to the back of the cage. Turning my head slightly I saw there was someone in a head to toe rain suit using a fire hose on the girl.

Damn that water is really fucking cold! At least she no longer has any shit on her foot anymore.

“Get up and turn around slowly,” an electronic voice said from outside my cage.

Yeah like I can stand in a three foot tall cage.

I did the best I could before they went off to the next cage to hose off the girl that was in that one. So it went for the other cages, but only some kids got hosed off. I don’t know how long any of them had been in this place to seem used to being hosed off like a wild animal in quarantine.

For that matter, how long have I been here?

Once they decided everyone in this block was as clean as they wanted them, bowls of some sort of gray goop were pushed into our cages. What looked like a supersized hamster water bottle was also connected to the outside of the bars. They didn’t seem to want to kill us, yet, so I gave in to my need to drink. I sure wasn’t about to put my lips on that metal tube, but I had no choice. Once I was done eating the tasteless grey goo I moved to the back of the cage to watch the other kids around me.

A tall petite blond girl across and one cage to the right of mine was squatting down to take a piss. She saw me looking and turned toward me.

“A little privacy, please,” she said bitterly.

I smiled as I replied, “Would be nice wouldn’t it? You can turn around if you like, but someone is still going to see you pee. If you hadn’t noticed, you are in a wire cage that has nowhere to hide from anyone. My seeing you go probably isn’t what you should be worrying about in this place.”

“Fuck it,” she said and started to pee.

“I know you saw me pee earlier, so we are even. My name is David,” I told her.

Her reply startled me when she said, “Anna”.

“Your name is Anna too? I am Anna Christine,” a girl asked from somewhere in a cage I could not see.

In a few minutes things started to become a bit clearer.

The blonde’s names were all some variation of Anna Christine Jones. Brunettes were always some form of Muriel Marie Smith, and the black haired, mostly developed girls were some form of Cassie Loren Wilson. All the boys were variations of Jacob David Smith. The closer I looked at the Muriel Marie Smith’s I saw that they all looked similar to what Paula might have looked like naked a few years ago, if she had been a natural blonde.

This is too weird to be a coincidence!

I thought back to when I got my fake identity after the child sex slave mission. Paula she had made sure we had three pairs with matching last names.

Did she do something that matched up our identities to people that looked like us too? What about this Anna Christine?

“I am sure this is just all in my head and I am going crazy, but how could all of us have almost the same names and mostly look like each other? Even with billions of people in the world, it can’t be possible. Can it,” I asked everyone.

The Anna I had watched pee said, “I wasn’t born with this name. I don’t remember that one anymore. I remember being given three envelopes with names in them when I was ten and told to pick one. I can’t remember why I even had to change my name. I remember thinking that none of them were as pretty as my old name.”

So these are all related to places like Paula and I went through for relocation after all.

It wasn’t long until I found out that all of them were orphans. At some point they had to change their names. Only a few of them had their named changed because of child sex things.

“So why am I here,” I asked out loud to no one in particular. “The only thing I have in common with any of the boys is that my name is David. I am not an orphan. My parents are back home enjoying me being away on a school field trip to Washington D.C. I don’t know anything about anything. Hell I don’t even know what I am supposed to actually learn on this field trip.”

I never got a reply. Someone above the cages started suddenly shooting everyone with tranquilizer darts. The place in my head made my body jump, like the other kids, and then made me appear to be knocked out. When it appeared everyone was out, people looking like orderlies dragged us out of the cages with their hands under our arms. Each of us was taken into one of various rooms. I saw some kids getting strapped in to the shock chairs, others going to where I had seen the kids with IVs yesterday. There were cameras, computers, tablets, and cell phones all around, so I knew the “man in the machine” knew where I was, and if they were really going to hurt me, he would protect me.

I hope he is there to help protect me. What if this is where he wanted me all along?

Today I was taken to a room where they removed my Strait-Jacket and strapped me into a reclining chair. Around me were bottles of various liquids and whole box of shots. My arms were locked back behind the chair, my legs locked to parts that could swing out individually. Once they were sure I was how they wanted me, they gave me a shot. I am sure it must have felt like fire in the veins of the other kids given how the place in my head had me fighting the bonds and screaming. Unknown to them, the stuff they injected was burned off instantly by my shield before it could get out the end of the needle. When my body appeared exhausted, I got another shot that caused the place in my head to make my body relax.

“That was just a tiny bit of the pain you are going to feel if you don’t tell us what we want to know, David Smith,” a menacing voice said from behind me.

As best I could, being restrained like this, I shrugged and said, “Whatever. Why not just go ahead and kill me already? I don’t know what those other kids are mixed up in, but they said they are all orphans that picked their names out of some hat somewhere. My parents are alive and I am on a school field trip to D.C. I can’t even remember why we are on this field trip. I was focusing on trying to see the braless tits on the girl sitting next to me.”

The place in my head made it so my body tired out a lot faster when I got the next shot. I was left alone for a long time and then a different man came in.

With a sneer he asked, “So you are going to tell us who you really are now David or do we make you beg us to for permissions to tell us everything we want to know?”

“You know, all of you are fucking dicks. Do whatever gets you off, asshole. I don’t care anymore. I can’t even make anything up because you won’t even tell me what you think I know. Didn’t the Vietnamese at least tell the POWs what they wanted them to confess to on video and sign papers saying the same in their confessions? Not that you would even believe it if I made up something that was exactly what you wanted me to say. I know I can’t lie to save my life and you are going to kill me anyway, so why bother. Stop wasting your expensive torture drugs on me and just get it over with already? So many kids to torture to death. So little time,” I said as I went off on him.

Yeah that was a waste of my breath, but damn it sounded pretty good.

I don’t know how long it was before I was given a shot that caused the place in my head make me go limp so they could take me off to a room where I was to get IVs put into me. I got the fluids I needed, they got squat. The place in my head had my body keep reacting like it should just to keep from tipping them off. All the time my shield was pulling energy out of the bad stuff in the IV instead of just converting energy from what was around me.

I definitely don’t have any idea how in the hell the place in my head knows how I am to respond, but I’m not about to question it.

When they left me alone for a while, I closed my eyes and I told myself not to see anything but the other people around me. The best I could tell, from the squiggly lines, the other kids were spread out in rooms getting done to them the same stuff these people had done to me since I was brought here. Going back to seeing everything I started tracing the various wires. All of the rooms had multiple cameras and microphones that went off into an area I could not see into. It was not that it was far away, just shielded from me somehow, sort of like the van that brought me here. I couldn’t figure out how that could happen when the testing chamber was supposed to be completely isolated too. By the time I was getting a shot that was to put me asleep again, I knew nothing more about where I was or what they wanted from me.

Once it was long enough that the place in my head allowed me to wake up fully, I found more of the gray glop and a full water bottle. A few of the kids were waking up around me too, but none seemed to want to talk at all. I definitely did not expect it when my fart turned into a full-blown case of the squirts. Before I even had the chance to think I was finally done I got hit with the fire hose.

I want to hurt that asshole so badly. Really make them suffer for hosing me down like this.

When the water turned off I noticed one of the places they had put in the IVs in my legs was bleeding a good bit now. I am sure the place in my head should have used my shield to make sure it never even bled. Somehow this was happening anyway. I quickly checked and found that the place in my head was still blue. I could feel it was functioning perfectly too.

Why was I bleeding then?

“Fucking asshole! Now look what you did,” I lashed out as I made sure they could see the blood running down my leg fast enough to be dripping through the cage to the floor. “You made me start squirting out blood. As least I will finally get to die already! You can dump my body with all the others that didn’t tell you what they didn’t know.”

Up yours assholes.

My bleeding like this must have not been part of their torture regime. There was a lot of noise and then I was being pulled out of the cage. No shots, no restraints, just a sense of urgency.

I was taken to a completely different area than the other times. This part was more like a hospital than a torture chamber. People in scrubs, wearing masks and rubber gloves, appeared like ants on a piece of sticky dropped candy on a playground. The amount I was bleeding had them rushing all around. I had an IV put in my other thigh that was hooked up to machine that was then connected to bags of blood on a pole. Looking inside myself I saw that the place in my head had originally done something to make it appear that what I was squirting out had the right types of energy that it would look like my own blood to anyone checking it. When the new blood was put into me, shields went around the new blood cells it to keep them from being used by my body at all. The foreign blood cells were pulled around through my heart to be pushed back out the place in my leg, unused. I got a feeling that I was completely safe and never lost any of my own blood. This was all a ruse by the place in my head. No matter what they tried to do to stop the bleeding, it wasn’t going to work until I made the place in my head stop making me bleed out the blood from the bags. Now I knew how to make it work at will.

Screw them! I am going to drag this out for a few hours! Make them sweat it like they have been making all of us suffer.

That is what I did too. I allowed them to sweat it all out while I laid back to try to find out more of where I was being held.

It turned out that this hospital part wasn’t shielded like the other parts of the building. Scanning around, I was able to trace the lines from the cameras and phones to a central location deep in the building. I found computers there that were also connected to the cameras. Once I had that, I was able to find an unused phone way back near me. I remembered the colors of energy when a phone is dialed and how the energy came into the phone when it was off hook. It turned out that it was a lot easier than I thought to get the phone to think it was off hook and then make it dial the special phone numbers Joe had given me if I was in trouble. I don’t know how they worked, but he said they would only work once and have no way to be traced back to anyone anywhere. If I dialed one of those numbers, they would have my location in seconds.

From TV and movies there was always that thirty seconds to a minute that was required to trace a phone line. I had no idea if that was all fiction or not, but I made the phone make random numbers and tones come out for a least a few minutes. When I was sure I had called all three of the numbers and kept the phone off hook long enough to be traced, I told the place in my head to have me stop bleeding again.

As the people in the room began to relax I shouted out, “What did you do to me? Why are you putting blood back in me? Aren’t you just going to kill me when you get what you want from me or you decide I really don’t know anything? The goons you sent took me right out of my hotel room in front of everyone. No way will you just take me back! The police will be looking for my kidnapers.”

Yep! There is the shot.

My body went limp again. Instead of throwing me back into the cage I was left here for hours until they must have decided I was not going to start bleeding again. I was asleep when I felt my body get jerked awake violently. More of their goons dragged me back to one of the interrogation rooms to get strapped into a chair again.

“We are not done with you yet David,” a menacing voice said from behind the chair I was strapped into. “You have not answered our questions. We can keep you alive for decades. Eventually you will tell us what we want to know. Death is not going to be your way out of here until we decide it is.”

I spat at them before I yelled, “Fuck off and die then! You have tortured me, treated me like an animal, and almost drained all of my blood out. Why are you so fucking stupid to believe I have anything to tell you? Are you doing all of this just because I look like those other boys and my name is David? They are all orphans that someone gave them fake names. All you have to do is get my records from the hospital where I live. They have pictures and stuff on me all the way back to when I was born!”